#And the day before: ‘You need to better vet who I am meeting with so I’m not wasting time with guys like him.’

[canichangemyblogname]

AITAH—

I (28 m) programmed an event into my boss’ (51 f) calendar with the exact location: street number, town, zip— everything. She went to the place down the street, ten street numbers off. “Based on the address, I thought we were having it here.” “Ugh—no; they’re closed at this hour. The event down the street.” “Okay, well, you need to put that information in my calendar.” “Sorry, I could’ve sworn we put the address in—” “No. I need the name of the place and the context, like details on parking and entrances and hours of operation.” “Oh, okay. Sorry.”

[shataarooj]

‼️ Humanitarian Appeal from the Depths of Suffering🥹‼

Please share my story @90-ghost @nabulsi @gaza-evacuation-funds

@funds4gaza

@gazavetters 🥺🙏🙏

✅ Vetted by @lavalampadvocate -vetted link

✅ Vetted by @karlmarxmaybe - vetted link

✅ Vetted by @jolyne-best-jojo vetted link

First of all :

I'm Areej I was an English teacher before war and everything change after October 7. Also I'm a creative writer at we are not numbers.

Also I am a mother of three children. We have lived through the war for a year and a half, and we have lost everything we own. My husband is a man who did not work before the war and even now. And I lost my job in teaching because of the current situation, the school was destroyed and many of my poor students was died by the missiles 😭

So i did not have a breadwinner or any source of income . But I didn't give up to teach so I volunteered to teach some students near my camp in IBM Rushed school. There where many family were displaced from the north of Gaza. Actually it was a good chance for me to know more people and to try to engage students with English after this bad war. I held many activities with the for fun and learning and they were happy for this great chance so I hope to return to have my project to enable more students to engage with my voluntury work. I hope you help me and understand my holy target for helping students in their education. 🙏🙏🙌💯

Your help also will also help me in rebuilding my own family home.

Today, after the war, the truce has entered its first phase in Gaza, and I now live in a tent and do not have a house after it was destroyed by missiles. I now ask you to help me rebuild my house. And buy basics for the daily essentials for my children and I need money so that we can stand up again and start again.

This war wasn't easy at all it has taken many friends at work, students and some of my colleagues at the university. They are almost ten souls I won't never forget . Their laughter, their presence, their love… all of it is gone, leaving behind memories that are both precious and painful. Every day, I carry the weight of their loss, but I also carry their spirit, which gives me the strength to keep going.

Ours daily suffering in this bad war 😭🥺

Here’s what life in Gaza looks like for my family right now in tents when it rain

🏠 Safety: The uncertainty of tomorrow weighs heavily on us.

😢 Loss: The absence of my students and my friends is really hurts.

💔 Dreams on Hold: The future feels so far away when survival takes all our strength.

Life : it becomes harder

How You Can Help Us Cross the Finish Line

Even the smallest act of kindness can make a difference:

. $5 might not seem like much, but it could mean a meal, clean water, or a tiny bit of hope for my family.

. Can’t donate? Reblog this post to help us reach someone who can. Every share matters more than you know.

Why Your Support Matters‼️🙏🇵🇸

Your kindness isn’t just about helping us meet our goal—it’s about reminding us that we’re not alone in this fight. It’s about hope. It’s about survival. And it’s about giving my family a chance to rebuild our lives, even in the face of unimaginable loss. Also I need to rebuild my future and to start building my project to teach students who are in need so my friend it will be great from you to help you this war destroy everything and many schools here in Gaza

Please help my future to be better and give me hope again with your humanity and passionate everything can come true 🙏❤️

I'm looking forward seeing this smile again on my students faces. I'm so optimistic and so thrilled to see you be part for this humane deed ❤️🙏

Share and boost this to more people you know and who cares about innocent children and education around the world 👇🥺

With all of my respect Areej ❤️🙏

[meazalykov]

redirection VI

esmee brugts x reader

last chapter: redirection V

next chapter: redirection VII

after the day at the beach, we had the day off from any football related activity. i woke up late at 9am, took my kittens to the vet, went grocery shopping, jogged for a while in the nice weather, then watched a few of my favorite shows that i wasn’t able to keep up with due to my schedule.

the next day before practice– i woke up late. everyone was already on the pitch, waiting for jona to arrive, as I walked outside of the hallway doors. 

as I stepped onto the field, i smiled at some of the girls who waved at me to come over to them. it was good to be back at practice with my team after a day off. breaks are needed though, which is why i feel better this morning. 

“welcome, y/n! welcome! sit down.” lucy pats a spot on the grass next to her. i smiled as i moved to sit next to her, with mapi on my right. my eyebrows showed the confusion i tried to hide on my face, why is lucy so excited for me to sit? 

“soooooo— how was your date!!!?” mapi smiled as she wrapped her tatted arms around my shoulders. my jaw dropped as i displayed a look of shock. 

ever since esmee and i had gone to the beach together, i figured that most of the girls wouldn’t know about it. oh boy– i was wrong. 

“salma!” i say as the spanish girl hides her face behind vicky’s back. she was the only one i told about the beach day with esmee. 

ingrid, mapi, bruna, salma, vicky, ona, and lucy wasted no time in playfully ribbing me about my "date" with esmee, and i couldn't help but blush.

“it wasn’t a date, we both just wanted to go to the beach!” i put my hands up in defense after ona made a suspicious joke. 

“mentirosa!” (liar) salma laughs. 

"salma, seriously?" I muttered under my breath, wondering how she managed to spread the news so quickly.

“cheer up and don’t worry y/n, you aren’t the only ones whos getting teased about it!” vicky smirks as she points over to a group twenty feet away. i saw esmee cover her face in her hands as aitana, jana, lucia, aria, keira, frido, and cata laugh about something. 

“we find it very cute. you both look more radiant today.” ingrid pats her hands on my leg as i smile at her compliment. she was right. ever since that moment between esmee and i in my car– i couldn’t help but feel optimistic about a potential future with her. 

“as you do everyday.” i say back in ingrid.

“true!” mapi agrees with me. 

“this is what– the twentieth couple at barcelona?” vicky jokes. 

“says you! we all know about that crush you have on your classmate from the academy!” salma nudges vicky, who blushes at the thought of her crush. 

“aweee” i say, crossing my legs and observing vicky’s actions. 

“aweee you! we aren’t forgetting about you and esmee. what did you guys do?” vicky asks. i look up at the blue sky for a second before spilling– some– of the details. 

“we went to the beach for a couple of hours. we tanned then went to eat. before that she came to my apartment and met my new kittens and–” 

“SHE WENT TO YOUR APARTMENT?” ona says as she stands up in shock, ignoring everything else i said. 

lucy laughs and tells her to sit back down as i put my head in my hands. 

“not like that you dirty mind! i needed to grab my beach stuff since we went to the beach after the recovery training!!” i defended myself. 

mapi laughs and squeezes my shoulders, since her arms were still around me this entire time. 

“you got new kittens? we wanna meet them!” mapi says— nodding her head at ingrid too– i can tell that this is her attempt at relieving some of the teasing that i am receiving. 

“you guys can come over anytime as long as i am home! i adopted two kittens.” 

“you should name one culer and the other barca” bruna speaks up. 

“i already named them berry and macadamia, after some of my favorite treats!” 

“aweee” 

i smiled at bruna before i seen aitana walk up to our group. 

“come on, coach is here!” she says. she looks around the group before seeing me, smirking immediately as she patted on my back to walk with her to the middle of the pitch. 

during practice, i found myself gravitating towards esmee– even though we didn’t speak on the pitch this morning. we texted each other our usual goodmorning texts which made me content. 

when we needed partners for our next drills, esmee jogged up to me and held my arm gently– signaling that i am her partner. 

we decided to pair up for drills, and as we worked together, i couldn't stop smiling. being close to her and the rest of the team gave me the joy that i haven’t felt in a long time beforehand. 

the barcelona media team happened to capture a moment where esmee & i were hugging after winning a small 2v2 scrimmage against caroline and lucy. the picture showed genuine happiness on both our faces. her arms wrapped around my waist as my head was leaning on hers. 

they posted it to instagram– but i wouldn’t see it until later. 

hours later, I finished preparing the wet kitten food for my kittens. berry tried to climb on my leg, while maca waited patiently, before I put their food bowls down and they ran to devour their food.

the same second I placed the bowls down, I heard my phone ring on the kitchen counter.

"(sister)"

my phone displayed my sister's name and contact picture. I clicked the green button immediately since she hasn't called me in a while.

"hello?" I say.

"heyyy y/n, how are you?" my sister asks, I walk over to sit on my living room couch as I wanted to focus on the conversation with my sister.

"I'm doing good, how about you!?"

"I'm good! I just wanted to call because I miss you!" my sister says. I can hear the sad undertone in her voice as I looked over at my kittens, who are still eating their dinner.

"I miss you too! you know you can come here whenever you want, I have an extra room here."

'I know, but spain is so far away from texas." my sister says.

my sister currently goes to college in texas, where she plays basketball. she's a d1 player who hopes to get into the wnba draft soon.

"that's true, and I'm positive you can't take time out of your schedule to see me." I frown.

"I'm sorry."

"don't apologize, we know how our careers work." I say.

I hear my sister sigh, and a few seconds go by before she changed the topic.

"I see that you're doing great in barcelona though, I am happy for you my goat!"

"hahah shut up!"

"no seriously, two goals so far in your first game with one of the best clubs in the world? you're crazy!" my sister rants.

sometimes I can't believe it too. months ago I was sobbing over not feeling good enough, and now I have the opportunities to prove myself wrong.

"I just wanted to impress my coach and the team."

"and you did that well--- on instagram it looks like you're fitting right in with them." my sister says.

my eyebrows knit together in confusion, I've just posted myself with the team a few times. not enough for my sister to say something like that without a detailed meaning.

"what do you mean?"

"I started to follow the femeni page a week ago, and they posted a picture of you and a girl earlier. esmee I think her name is? you looked so happy and I'm glad you're making friends." my sister says.

my heart flutters at her statement. I haven't checked instagram all evening so I'm not sure what "photo" she is talking about.

"yeah-- you're right--her name is esmee." my voice spoke softly, a shift from the excited tone earlier.

"y/n?" my sister says.

"yes?" I respond.

"what's wrong?" my sister noticed the shift in my voice.

"nothing!" I say as i look outside the windows to my balcony, making a mental note to water my plants after the phone call.

"is esmee your friend?" my sister asks.

"yes, of course!" I say.

"I feel like you're lying."

"because I am.." I confess.

"huh?"

"esmee is a girl I've-- I've um.." I swallow, not knowing how to describe esmee to my sister.

"ESMEE IS YOUR GIRLFRIEND???" my sister yells excitedly.

"oh no no no! but what if I wanted her to be?" I ask.

my sister currently has been in a relationship with her girlfriend for about five years, so I trust her with relationship advice.

"then she is your crush." my sister says.

we are on a regular call, but I can tell she's smirking.

not long after that, my sister had to end the call because her basketball coach called her. my heart beat in my chest as she is the first person I've fully confessed my crush on esmee to.

she teased me for the first few minutes but stopped when she heard the discomfort in my voice. luckily, she has hope for me.

surprisingly, I have hope for myself too.

(imagine you're ingrid engen below. imagine that this is a picture from the training session mentioned above, and not from a game, lol)

fcbfemeni

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next chapter: redirection VII

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[cetrouz]

Okay, I remember that I didn't share the little thing I wrote of Jun's letter to Grey, two years after his departure. Because there are some new PTSD fans, it would be fun to share it.

Jun's Letter to Grey

Hello Grey. How are you doing from up above?

It's been two years now, I know. A long time, but I can't help but remember you sometimes. It's like I can still feel your presence some days, like you're watching over me. Whether you are or not, I wanted to let you know how things have been going here.

I've been taking good care of Red. He is still as daring and gentle as ever despite his age. He is good company, not just for me, but anyone. He also misses you dearly, he gives me company whenever I come to visit you. I've also been visiting your old place to check on your animals… although most of them left after your disappearance. Anyways, I did my best to take care of them for you. I thought you would enjoy knowing that.

Oh, I've improved and now I'm working as a medic, traveling around the city and treating other vets and others in need… I should have realized sooner that fighting and isolating myself for survival wouldn't bring me anywhere. But I found my humanity by treating and taking care of people. They were the ones who brought me hope. And I wanted to redeem myself by offering them the help that the drug dealers weren't offering before. Things aren't perfect, of course, but… it's largely an improvement. I feel much better than before, and without Sam's help, another kind veteran that helped me get out of the hole I was digging, it would probably be more difficult. I opened a clinic, right by Leona's shop, where I settled in.

Oh, and Leona… I wish you had met her… She was the kindest soul that still held onto me even when I was at my lowest. She was eager to help me and anyone she found that were struggling. I tell her about you, and she wishes she had met you as well. She would have tried to help you if she knew you before. Without her kindness and help, I wouldn't be the same as I am now. I owe her a lot… Really, I… I wish you could have met her. Sometimes I wish I could take you to her restaurant so you can have a taste of her unique cuisine… Her stews are the best.

Everyday… I feel more satisfied with this life. But as always, the memories of the war still haunt me. The nightmares are constant, and I'm reminded of the scar that marks it all. But… I'm not alone. I guess all of us veterans are left with this haunting scar of our past. I… still have a lot to do, to redeem my own person. I don't think I can grow out of this scar, it's just part of me. But, it's growing on me the fact I'm not alone in this. That's why I want to retribute the kindness others gave me, and to give them hope. It's the only way we can grow out of this constant pain we live in… Even if the government gave up on us, there's others willing to take us in and help us. And I wanna be there and do the same too. It's only fair… to let them know we are stronger as a community.

I still wish to live long years achieving to do what I'm doing. It's saddening that not many live long enough to meet the kindness of strangers and fellow vets willing to help each other… I wish you were here to see it. I miss you alot, Grey. The world wasn't fair to us, but you kicked the bucket too early. I also wanted to show you the hope I saw, and that was given to me. We could have gone back and lived normal lives to the most possible extent. You would be happy like this. Sometimes I feel lost and I think about you… A fellow vet who understands the pain of war. We could have held up each other together and followed on with a more satisfying life. But… I understand now you're finally at rest, away from all the pain, all of the scars. I guess you deserved a rest after all of this. I still have things to do while I'm still standing.

Anyways, the future seems brighter and more lively than before. I thought you'd be happy to know that. I've figured out what I want to do and what I need. And now… I'll help others to figure it out too. Like you, Red, Sam, and Leona helped me. And many others too. I'm doing what I can. I've been out of meds for two years, and there's no more bloodshed and fear on my path anymore. A strength I did not harvest alone. So, thank you Grey, thank you so much for everything.

We will meet again some day.

[wonderlanddreams13]

My cousin passed today. She was 30. The day before she graduated college she found a mass in her thigh. This would lead to her having to withdrawal from University of Penn for veterinary medicine. She was going to be a veterinarian. It didn't stop her though, she still continued as support staff (vet tech, assistant, client services, etc) and still worked in the field that we both love. Below is my unedited brain to paper eulogy for her. Whether I clean it up or even speak at the funeral at all I don't know. But right now I needed to write it and to just get it out. I'm going to miss her and I hate all the possibilities that can no longer be.

I don't remember a lot from my childhood, but what core memory I do have is of Rose. I would sit on the couch at our uncle's with Rose's head in my lap watching something on the television. She mentioned to me recently when I had brought that up that we would watch Shrek together and always felt bad for Dragon. What else would you expect from two people who fell in love with the same passion, veterinary medicine. Rose and I had an amazing connection that not only spanned movies and growing up together it bled into love of animals and our drive to speak up for the voiceless. A while back, Rose had the chance to shadow me at the emergency veterinary hospital I was working at at the time. It was so amazing to be able to not only speak but show this bright light what I did and share our love. We went to lunch then and continued catching each other up with our lives. She told me about her travels overseas and how much she learned and enjoyed herself. We both had that in common too. Unfortunately life got in the way, as it can and we lost contact for another couple years. When my then boyfriend proposed to me and it was time to make the guest list I of course made sure to send an invite to the Lukoff family. By this time we knew Rose had gone through a couple different treatments and we weren't sure if they'd be able to come since it was out of state in North Carolina. My eyes lit up and my heart exploded with happiness to see that she and Patty would be able to make it to my bridal shower while Rose and Art could come to the wedding. It meant so much to be able to share those days with her. To see her smile. To know as still had an amazing connection. She missed meeting Jordan at the bridal shower, and we only had a couple minutes to stop and talk to everyone at the wedding, so I wanted her to actually GET to meet Jordan and know him better. Moreso, I wanted Jordan to meet her. We had planned a date, but that date got pushed back because she was moving. So we planned it for a couple weeks later. She would end up at the hospital. We still talked and wanted to meet up that day so we brought some board games and met her there. Jordan got to meet her, we got to teach her our favorite game, there was pizza (and of course a dog!). Rose was a tough person. I overheard her talking to the nurse about her pain score and she had said a relatively high number, but you would have never known it. Rose was resilient. She was so determined to hit certain milestones and did not want to accept no as an answer. She fought and she fought hard. When we found out I was in shock. Heartbroken. She was robbed of so much and so was her family. Working in emergency veterinary medicine for as long as I have I am unfortunately no stranger to death, but with that comes a different understanding. While we mourn and grieve for her loss I also know she can rest now and be at peace. She doesn't have to be so strong anymore, she gets to relax. She no longer feels pain. No longer has to try a new treatment or trial. No longer has to fight stairs. She is free. I'm glad we got to reconnect even if it was brief. Rose has and will always have a special place in my heart. She is my drive to achieve my dream of my VTS; I will make sure to live my dream to the fullest in honor or her and her dream that should have and absolutely would have been. I love you, Rose.

[wherepond]

🔸hello👋

🔸to all suppourter at the world 🫂

🔸my name is hilda am from gaza🥺

🔸I am pregnant and living in diffic soult conditions here😥

🔸The doctor told me that the baby is small in size due to a lack of nutrition.😭

🔸 We need $30 to $50 daily to ensure the safety of my pregnancy and my family🙏

➡️https://gofund.me/69d9ed7c

🛑💵1 donation last 3 days

✅#am vetted

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Hello Hilda. Pleased to meet you. I know you're in Gaza & that you're living through a war & extremely harsh conditions. Who doesn't?! Look, this is just a personal message, be strong. It won't last forever. It can't get much worse, so has to get better. I explain more in the message below.

I receive requests like yours almost daily. Whilst you may be genuine, I know there are many fraudulent scams, Zionists who pretend to be Palestinian in order to steal money intended for Palestinians. I believe the best way for Palestinians to be helped is through the UN, eg UNWRA & other international relief agencies such as Amnesty International, Red Cross, Red Crescent, Save the Children, Doctors without Borders, etc. I do everything that I can via social media to make the World aware of Zionist oppression, war crimes, human rights violations, starvation - all suffering of Palestinians.

I campaign in support of human rights, justice & self-determination for Palestinians. I do everything I can to oppose Zionism. I am getting old, I was born before Israel was created & live on a pension I hope you understand that I cannot possibly afford to give money to all Palestinians. The good news is that Russia & China now openly support the creation of a State of Palestine. I hope things improve for you personally, soon. Furthermore, I hope there will be peace in the Middle East, soon.

Is your campaign registered with Gaza Vetters?

[rainbowywitch]

Hello, my friend. 

I hope this message finds you well. I am writing to you with a heavy heart and an urgent request for your help. My family is in a perilous situation due to the ongoing war and the famine we have endured for more than 10 months. We are facing immense challenges, so please read my story as if I were a member of your family, if my family is your family. 

I'm a father of 3 children striving with my wife to secure a decent life for our children. After October 7th, our life took a drastic turn with the commencement of the cruel war on Gaza. Unfortunately everything I owned is completely lost after my house and business got bombed and destroyed. We are currently suffering slow death and living a devastating life in Gaza. 

Therefore, I have created a campaign to help my family rebuild their lives and meet our basic needs for food, drink, and other essentials in these harsh conditions. I’ve had a previous campaign titled “tahseengaza” but this one has been terminated. My new campaign is vetted by @olagaza, @90-ghost, & @northgazaupdates.  

All of what I am asking of you is to reblog the pinned post on my page and to donate if you can. It would mean so much if you could take a look at my GoFundMe https://www.gofundme.com/f/tahseen-family-from-gaza-not-to-feel-hungry. Please donate and share with others. 

By sharing/reblogging and donating, you are helping me, my wife, and 3 children survive the ravages of famine and genocide. You will give us hope to rebuild our home, and reclaim some of the life which was stolen from us. 

I would also be very grateful if you could follow me to stay updated. I am waiting for your response. Thanks in advance for your kindness and support. 

Sincerely, Tahseen 

Hi, my name is Tahseen Alkhazendar from Gaza City - Tal-Alhawa Area . As you are reading my message, my wife, 3 little children, and I are sitting in the north of Gaza City, starving with no food, water, or money. Specially my older son, Ibrahim, who suffers from the Celiac disease and needs a special food which I am not able to provide for him at this current time in Gaza. I struggle every single day to secure 1 single meal for my son. Every morning, My wife and I feel heart broken and disable, when Ibrahim wakes up asking us for food which we don't have and unable to provide to him. Before October 7th, I was a successful business man, graduated from the business management school, married and had a beautiful house, and lived a decent and happy life with my parents, wife, and 3 children. I owned a driving school business, and I worked hard to raise my children with dignity and respect, and to provide my family a decent life. However, once the aggression started on Gaza, we were forced to evacuate our house and left everything behind. Then we had to move at least five times since every new area we seek refuge to gets bombed. Unfortunately everything I owned is completely lost after my house and business got bombed and destroyed. My family and I are currently suffering slow death in the north of Gaza, sharing a small apartment with other families and living a devastating life. Your generous support and donation will help me provide bread to my starving children and hopefully will give me and my family hope that there will a better future waiting for us once the war stops InshaAllah. I ask God to bless you and your families and to protect you all from all calamities and to never make you feel or go through what we are going through. Thank you.

[myforrest2]

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dr umar shaking head whenever i swipe right on a white girl

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Hershel Walker hit his wife using his hands.

Raphael Warnock hit his wife with the car and ran over her foot.

Raphael currently has a 48% to 45% lead amongst polled college students in Georgia.

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moving to ghana off 30k

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trans vs cis

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dating a virgo

being terrified on stage

played sax in the church band

black moms

kamala harris ending unemployment

my aunt was drooling on herself had diabetic dimensia

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having to ask mom if i could spend the night

cousins house

women hate the truth kryptonite

low self esteem pussy

dad's heart attack/chest pains

fraternities

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being a black vet is hard

prisoners get more respect

iraq was like work release abroad

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[letscrywolff]

Don’t forget to get the ring cleaned! Kindly let me know when you like to visit 🙏

You know, let’s talk the ring.

The ring was $15,000.

Not that the price tag matters. That’s honestly not what this is really even about. Neither of us are material people. I never told you how much it was because ultimately it didn’t matter. It wasn’t about the price and still isn’t. But it makes for a good story.

I did this because we both started with nothing, knew each other when we were nobodies, and money was never what brought us together. We never fell for each other because of money - hell when we met, neither of us had much of anything at all. Just two lost souls who found exactly what we needed in each other for a moment in time.

I love that we fell for each other because of who we are. That we fell for each other when we had the least to offer one another. Now being a nurse will always be part of how someone assesses you. It will always be part of the vetting and appraisal process. And for me, my success will always be part of mine. I liked that we knew each other before the success. That we knew the journey we’d each been on to get to our respective spots in life.

I wanted a ring that would honor our journey from humble beginnings to where we were then and there when I proposed. We were diamonds in the rough back then but we were brilliant now. It was our time to shine. /end corny lines

When you met me, I had less than nothing. I had just come out of the worst 3+ years of my life and it was hell… real long story but I "worked on myself" a shit ton during that time and you were meeting the new me, who was paying for my past mistakes. You still don’t know everything… I swear you’d like the old me more than the new me sometimes. Anyway, you didn't care about any of that. We clicked, and it was seamless. That’s what mattered. You would have been lucky to get an "aluminum foil" ring from me at that time, that's how well I was doing when we first met. I was barely making it but I was at least free. But since that very first look in your eyes, I've felt like the richest man alive. There has quite literally been nothing better than looking in your eyes and seeing everything I ever wanted in them.

I had a truly meteoric rise since we first met. I went from less than nothing to more than most could dream of in a handful of years thanks to a lot of grit, determination, and ingenuity.

I bought that expensive ring because I wanted to symbolize our journey of going from nothing to having it all with one another. I wanted it to symbolize how I would always strive to give you the best I could - every day, it was a commitment to you that I wanted you to be reminded of everytime you looked at it.

The ring had an understated elegance to it much like you. It was quiet, yet exceptionally bright. It was lovely, but more than looks - it was full of colorful depth that you could only fully appreciate if you took the time to look deeper, just like you, it was brilliant. It didn’t try to stand out, it wasn’t ostentatious, but was captivating once noticed. It felt perfect for you. It looked lovely on your hand. I loved seeing it on you and I think you did too even.

I wanted you to know without a doubt that all the things I offered you: the ability to provide for the family we always talked about, the home you always wanted, the trips we’d go on, the dates, the experiences, the memories we'd make - they’d never just be words with me. It was so important to me that I always backed my every word throughout our time together. I wanted you to know, automatically, that if I ever told you something, or promised you something, or assured you of something, that I would commit to it and do it. That you could trust me. That I was a man of my word and my word counted for something. Because 1.) That’s just who I am, and 2.) Your only other serious relationship was with someone you described as a chronic liar. I wanted to show you that you didn’t have to worry about that with me.

I wanted you to know all the things you dreamed about were all things we could really have. I knew you’d never had that before - it was a totally foreign concept. I never had the ability to provide this before, but you were the only one I wanted to do these things for and share my success with. It was so important to me that we knew each other before the runaway success. Because you liked me for me. And I liked you for you. And me wanting to provide that was a personal goal. You didn't need that from me and I knew it. You never asked that from me. I know you’re more than happy to do your part. It’s why I offered the 10k on your birthday too. I never got the chance to celebrate a bday with you and it always bothered me. I just wanted to do something special for you. I actually had planned a bunch of shit out, as I had told you. I was gonna put together a treasure hunt with the chest at the end with travel itinerary and a bunch of cash. I thought it’d be fun and crazy (in a good way) but thought about how it probably would just scared the living fuck out of you.

Here’s some of the stuff I had gotten at the time. It was all in the chest when you were here. Just small things that I thought might make you smile. I’m surprised you never asked to open it. The fortune cookie was one you offhandedly said “Oh are you going to save that for our wedding day?” I was gonna toss it but I thought it’d be funny to actually pull off what you’d jokingly said. So I kept it. God is it ever so apt.

Anyway, back to the ring and what it meant.

I know you prize your independence - I do too - and I’d never try to take that from you. I told you “work is optional with me” because I wanted you to know that you can do whatever you want and I’ve got your back. You’re gonna hate me for these descriptions, but I know you’re a loving, caring, beautiful, depthful person - all qualities that on some very base level compelled me to want to protect and provide - not that you ever needed that, but they’re things I only ever felt compelled to provide for you.

Like I said, when you and I first met I was just coming out of the worst time of my life - I had less than nothing and was in a ton of debt. You were just a server at a buffet restaurant. In the time since, I’d gone on to create a very successful business, and you went on to become a teacher, and then a nurse. We both worked hard to give ourselves lives we could be proud of. You should be proud of all your accomplishments. I am.

I told you I was proud of you when you passed your NCLEX with flying colors. And I meant it. I knew your journey and it meant a lot to me that you were ambitious and determined. It was a huge part of your sex appeal in my eyes. That and how fucking smart you are. Melts me like butter, these big-brained bitches. I liked how independent you are - another major turn on. You always thought you’d lose that with me and couldn’t be convinced otherwise - which really fucking sucked because I can’t stand super dependent people. I’m not looking to raise someone, I’m looking for an equal, a partner. You never noticed - you thought I’d be the one depending on you. Not financially, but just for entertainment or to stave off loneliness. You never gave me or us the credit we deserved. I didn’t want you for the wrong reasons. I wanted you because we felt so right for one another. Like we could lift each other’s lives in ways that only a good and fitting partner could. I just thought we’d make a genuinely good couple. I never felt anything but good when you were with me. And I don’t want to force things, but I kind of got the impression you always felt good with me too. I still genuinely believe you have always left because you’re scared of the fact we really do work, and you’re afraid to close the book on everything else. Like a fear of letting go of all the distractions like other people and exes. And a serious fear of success - because what if you fuck it up? You were always focused on the doomsday scenarios or how things could sour or go wrong.

The ring is meant to tell our story. All the blood sweat and tears were meant to be infused in the ring. We'd gone through so many character-shaping events between meeting and the proposal. It was honestly such a wild ride… I just truly believed that a timeless, classic, quality ring would be an enduring symbol that could both capture our story, and perfectly compliment you for a lifetime to come. I loved how its understated elegance felt like the perfect pairing for you. The ring truly did look lovely on you.

Anyway, it wasn’t about the cost of the ring. It was about what it symbolized about our journey together and what it represented moving forward. I never got the sense you realized I actually put a lot of thought into it and why I chose to buy you a ring like that. I just wanted you to know that I would always strive to give you the absolute best I could at any moment- no matter how rich or poor I was - and I’ve always been big on backing up what I have to say. I never wanted anything I said to you to be “just words.” I wanted you to feel like you could always count on me to do what I say. That my promises counted for something. That you could always trust me to be there for you, no matter what. Has anyone else ever shown you that?

P. S. And this is just for my own sake but. I asked for the ring back once because my friends and family were pressuring me to and I was sick of hearing about it. It was odd you didn’t respond. But truth be told, if the ring doesn’t matter to you then it doesn’t matter to me. I don’t care about it unless it’s on your hand. I don’t wanna see it again unless it’s back in its rightful place. Nothing else matters to me. It’s just a shiny overpriced bauble if it isn’t on your hand and it’s worth less than nothing to me, personally, if you aren’t wearing it. I don’t give a shit about money or pride or any of that bullshit. I did what I, as a man, believed in and thought was best. I showed you my devotion and tried to give you my best every time. I will never regret bending the knee for you and offering my devotion. I’m glad I’ll never have to look back with regret. I’m glad I told you how much you meant to me - how much I’ve loved you all this time. That’s all that matters to me - knowing I showed up, gave it my all, and that no one can ever earnestly say otherwise. I’m sorry we didn’t work out. I truly don’t understand why that is or why we couldn’t have. But I’ve got no regrets on my end. I know I proved out my every word since the start and backed them with action. Maybe one day you’ll see the value in that. I hope you’re well.

[starkraivennemad]

Rock Star - Chapter 10: Take These Lies And Make Them True

“You snatched his phone out of his hand?” Irene asked incredulously as Jim entered her office with Devlin. “What is wrong with you?”

“How much time do you have?” Jim quipped.

“The mood that he was in? Are you alright? He didn’t hit you?” Murphy asked.

Why does he seem genuinely surprised that I am walking?

“It was close.” Devlin grumbled before Jim could stop him. “He’s fast.”

Murphy stood with Ellison, one of the other guards to Irene on the daytime shift. 

“Yeah, he stopped himself in time.” Jim shrugged sizing up Murphy. “Something tells me, I will not be so lucky with you.” 

“Oh, you got that right, sunshine.” Murphy agreed. “I wasn’t the one to mess with, with the old boss and Bast knows I certainly won’t be now, especially since he may be taking over full time. There’s a reason we are both expert marksmen; but he was an expert sniper . I have the skill, but not the extra discipline. I will punch your light-”

What? Moran? Taking over?

“Moran is taking over what?” Jim interrupted, cutting off what he knew was Murphy’s, not a threat, but a promise to punch his lights out should he test him. 

Which of course means I certainly will test him at some point, but not now. 

Murphy, Ellison, Devlin, Kate, Stephanie and Irene literally stopped everything they were doing and just stared at him incredulously. 

As though I just said something incredibly stupid, something in which I really should have known - fuck.

It has been a VERY long time since James Moriarty felt outright stupid, but he felt it just then as it immediately came to him.

When Irene said ‘his’ company she meant it. It’s HIS company. Moran is not an employee of Vyāghuṣ Cerberus Ventures he OWNS it. Well fuck. And his father just died. Oh, way to go, Jimmy!

“You? YOU did not look him up?” Stephanie was flabbergasted. 

“Did you not care at all? No, no, don't bother answering. Just don’t.”  Irene sighed, her disappointment cut deep.

“ Vyāghuṣ Cerberus Ventures is a family-owned business. That family had two direct members. One of whom just died.” Murphy pinched the bridge of his nose, and spoke the words slowly as though speaking to a child. “At first built as competition to his father’s company. His father, Daniel - never Dan or God forbid Danny , except by his late brother - Daniel Moran, knew how his son hated the administrative parts of it, and had wagered the business would fail within three years. Sebastian proved him very wrong. The man understands logistics and knows how to get the best people for the right jobs. In VCV’s fifth year of success, Daniel honored their wager, merging his firm under Sebastian’s name. Pops Moran became the face that provided personal security to celebrities and politicians as well as cyber security, allowing Sebastian to be the personnel man, being better at vetting quality people and getting top dollar for them. Sebastian’s cousin Severus, a ‘former’ hacker…” all heard the quotes around the word former , “...heads the Cyber Security division. Daniel and I, and Bast - all ex-military, plus Sev and a team of others, run the day-to-day. Daniel was the face, but Sebastian absolutely is the head of the overall firm, all major decisions are his.”

“But if all Sebastian did was operations now, why was he personally protecting Jim…?” Kate asked. 

“Irene asked a friend for the best he knew to protect me and hopefully not kill me first. That friend apparently asked Moran.” Jim answered knowingly, now that he bothered to think about it. 

He walked to Irene and took her hands in his. “It was an added protection for me. I knew you would have vetted him with a fine tooth comb. And I do trust you - so no, I did not bother - because I did not need to. ” He brought her fingers to his lips then looked back at Murphy. “You and Moran always meet each potential client personally. Determine their needs and who would be best suited to work with them. That is what you two were doing the night we met.”

“Exactly. Basher was not supposed to be personally babysitting your arse at all.” Murphy confirmed. “Then you pulled your little stunt that night. He does not want, nor need your money or your bullshit. He stayed because he is the best fit for the job. Now that the old man is gone? Until things are straightened out on that end and he comes back, IF he comes back - you get me .” 

Jim honestly had nothing against Liam Murphy protecting him. 

I know the man is more than capable, but… He’s not Sebastian.

He did not want to think about why it upsets him, nonetheless.

“But why must Irene lose Murphy?” Kate asked indignantly for her boss, and lover. 

“Kate. Stop.” Irene shook her head slightly. “We went over this. We all know if…if he gets to me - then Jim’s next. What we don’t know is if he’ll skip me and go for Jim just to throw things off. Jim is the bastard’s ultimate target and thus the priority. With Sebastian out of the picture now, Murphy is the next best to protect him.” She squeezed Jim’s hands and pulled away. “Just not the best to put up with your petty shit.”

“I would have been the one assigned to you, if you hadn't pissed off Basher.” Liam confirmed.

“Oh, and Liam?” Irene sat up straight. “What I said that first night regarding Moran and Jim now applies to you .” 

Jim looked from Irene to Murphy who somehow managed to look very amused and very annoyed. What did she say to him?

“And I told you, Irene, it won’t be Basher’s fault if the fucker gets himself killed because he…”  Murphy emphatically pointed at Jim, “...insists upon being him . Can’t protect against stupid.”

“And I told you, Liam,…” Irene pointed just as emphatically at Murphy, “...that I do not give a shit. It’s your job now to protect him - even from himself.”  Somehow Irene seemed to sit even more straight as she leveled a glare at Murphy - all business, all The Woman . “If he dies? It better be because you’re dead. Because I promise you - if I outlive him, and you’re not dead…? You’ll wish you were.” 

Jim wanted to preen at the threat to Murphy, but her words stopped him.

“...If I outlive him…” It’s more than your life on the line, straighten your shite out, Jimmy.

Jim sighed and turned back to Murphy, “So what now?”

“Let’s start with not trying to piss me the fuck off. I will punch your lights and blame it on grieving.” Murphy glared at him, “And next: Stop. Being. Stupid .”

“Piss off, Murphy. I’m a lot of things. Stupid is not one.” 

“Uh, you snatched Basher’s phone out of his hand.” Murphy reminded him. “ Stupid is as stupid does .  And that was stupid.”

Jim did not miss Murphy’s slow tightening and releasing of his fist.

He’s really hoping I do something stupid - more stupid.

“Fine,” Jim conceded, “but no promises.” 

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Sebastian sat in the first row. 

The mourners row. 

With both of his parents now gone, it was his Aunt Kendra who sat churlishly at his side. Churlishly because Sebastian had intended to honor his father’s wishes and have him cremated first and then a memorial service. It was something his aunt, who wanted a grave burial - in spite of what her brother-in-law had made clear he wanted - was very much against. She finally stopped complaining about it when Sebastian compromised. He will not have his father cremated until after the service, but he WILL honor his father’s wishes. He also allowed her to sit next to him at the service as chief mourner-in-law. Sebastian mentally sighed at his father’s portrait by the closed casket, something else Sebastian would not negotiate on, imagining his father’s amusement at what Kendra had to know was going to be a losing battle. After all, she had been  married to Sebastian’s stubborn-as-an-ox uncle, Irving Moran. And Daniel Moran, the elder of the two, was notoriously more so. It was a trait passed on to his only child. 

The blue eyes Sebastian also inherited stayed facing forward as the service dredged went on, mostly on the large portrait of his near doppelganger -  his father: Daniel Augustus Moran.  

Daniel’s fight with cancer had been a several years long one, with the last few months having been essentially pain management and getting his affairs in order. Sebastian and his father had not had the best relationship, but…

I was here when you needed me.

Sebastian absolutely had not wanted to take the job with Moriarty. Sebastian was fully prepared to call the singer at his bluff and let him go to another company. It was his father, who convinced Sebastian to take the job. Daniel laughed heartily as Sebastian told him about the mini-tussle with Jim. 

"Hah! Looks like you got someone who lights fire to your arse for a change, huh?!" 

In the end it was a good thing. It had helped to keep him busy and take his mind off worrying about his father who was still strong enough to come into the office for a few hours each week. 

In fact, his father was at the office when the caretaker, whom Daniel did not allow to sit inside his office, called and informed Sebastian that her charge had passed away while in the midst of a call at his desk. Fortunately, the person on the other line was a cousin who called the main office line to have someone go into the room and check.

“Knowing that he was going, doesn’t help now that he’s gone.” Sebastian had told Murphy when they spoke later that day.  “He lived until he died.” 

His father was never one for ceremony, and neither was he. It took everything Sebastian had to keep a straight face at the oh-so-somber young soldier simply doing his job in taking the folded flag and presenting it to him with his oh-so-solemn face and practiced words. Still, Sebastian knew his father would have appreciated the draping of the Union Jack Flag across his closed casket - another thing Sebastian would not allow. 

“In a slight departure from the programme we’re having a soloist who wishes to honor Daniel and his family in song.”

Sebastian, who honestly had only paid trite attention to the programme arranged by his aunt, frowned when she suddenly grasped his arm with a loud gasp. 

His head turned in the direction in which his aunt stared at the door that opened off to the side.

What the fuck?  You son of a bitch! How DARE you! 

Jim Moriarty entered. This was Jim, not Moriarty . The rock star was in a subdued blue suit; his suit, and tie the same deep hue, a crisp white dress shirt, his shoes, belt and the dark ombre glasses that shielded his eyes were black as he walked to the piano at the right of the coffin. 

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[catis15]

Haha

I've been skipping classes and am currently failing all but 1 of my classes. Am I failing cuz I'm skipping? Nah, I just did 80% of the past 3 weeks of work in an hour. Turned it all in and got As ans Bs on all of it. The shit I got Bs on is because I half assed it cuz I'm impatient 😅

But the Mother who literally said she doesn't give a shit where I go, doesn't give a shit if I move out and never come back, doesn't give a shit about me because I'm an ungrateful brat she'll be happy to get rid of, is having a meeting with the school tomorrow.

' To figure out how to deal with me because I'm a problem'

She has already told me that in the meeting I will be forced to quit my job and all extracurriculars. I am President of FBLA, vice president of DECA, and an active member of HOSA. I also attend D&D club when I have time for it.

My life will be from home to school back to home.

I have diagnosed depression, anxiety, and ADHD. There is a high chance I also have PTSD and autism.

My mother is not nice to be, hasnt been since I was about 8 or 9 years old.

I am responsible for paying my school bills including supplies, buying my own food, and for my mice's food, bedding, and vet bills. I cannot just not have a job.

And while I'm sure most people are like 'well you shouldn't have skipped' I have insomnia and struggle waking up sometimes when I'm able to actually sleep without waking up every few hours or not being able to sleep at all. I miss my morning class a lot. I spend time with my girlfriend (someone my mother hates and has literally yelled at over the phone before and has begged me to break up with) during some of my afternoon classes because I could do the entire curriculum in a day without studying and get a B. I've been doing this since 7th Grade.

I take that time for myself because I have been on and off suicidal or bad suicidal thoughts since I was 7 to 9 years old (that timeframe is really blurry for me so I am not 100% sure on my age) this time keeps me from living the life I'm about to get again be forced into, where I have no life outside of studying for school and being belittled by my mother every night when I go home. This means I will be living off of ramen, canned soup, and whatever I'm lucky enough that my parents do not want and leave in the fridge. Sometimes they cook. Usually once or twice a week if I'm lucky.

I'm not a great daughter. I will be the first to admit I'm a little fucking asshole, I'm not nice or thoughtful twords anyone but my little sisters and my grandparents. I fully admit I have said horrible things about my family, but I've only ever heard that from them. When it wasn't that it was about how well I do in school and how I need to keep it up keep it up keep it up. Until I collapsed, until I realized getting straight Cs and jeopardizing my academic future was better than that constant pressure. How much freedom can be found in being the family screw up.

I'm left to my art and my business ideas and my relationship. All things my mother has told me are unproductive, and silly, and useless, and going to bring me down from my potential.

There wasn't really a point to all this, but I am genuinely afraid of what my life is about to go back to. For a while I wished I could remember how to just shut up and do as I'm told again, because I can't seem to remember. But now? I'm glad I can because while I might be miserable I'm sure as hell going to fight in any way I can.

My only fear outside of that is how it will affect my girlfriend. She is more emotional and attached than I am. I'm used to being away from family and having relationships torn apart, being in a military family. And while she is used to it too in some ways, it affects her a lot more. I literally cannot get attached like how most people describe. Every time I get close I get a depressive episode and can't feel much of anything for a bit. But I don't get close often, maybe once or twice a year.

There's no point to this, just a personal rant on an account no ppl ik in real life know of :)

I needed to tell someone but don't have anyone to really go to 😅

[carryforthtradition]

Thank a Veteran - November the 11th

In November we begin to think about being thankful for all we have. Each November 11th in America, we observe Veterans Day. Veteran's Day is a day of giving recognition to those who sacrificed for our freedom . This is for the volunteers and those who were also drafted. Maybe some don't realize that not all veterans were volunteers. I myself had forgotten and was reminded of it recently.

 By taking my kids to a WWII reenactment in Vincennes, IN, a WWII Vet recently gave his experiences. He brought me to tears on what he shared and it hit me in my heart in a new way with a deeper appreciation of what these men and women have done for us all. It gave me a new appreciation for the freedoms we have today. 

  I also interviewed another WWII veteran that was there and recorded it for you to see. He is so positive and lively. He is a fortunate man to have survived one of the most dangerous places during the war. Have a listen.

During this trip, I learned more about WWII than I ever had in the past. I spoke to reenactors who not only dress and act the part but have studied this history so well. They share a lot about what happened in different parts of the world during that time. History is a part of who we are and living it for them is keeping the lessons alive.

 For an example, they say WWII Veterans came from the "Greatest Generation."  Why were they called the Greatest Generation?

 Well, the best way I can understand this is by my meeting with a WWII US Pilot named Charles Huppert. He was a pilot with the 486th Bomb Squadron of the 340th Bomb Group of the great 57th Bomb Wing. He was the first that told me about the true story that is now called the Great Escape.  70 soldiers from around the world escaped in one night from one particular camp.  Charles was moved to a different POW camp just before the escape happened to live to tell the world about it. 

 Charles began to tell me that to escape the soldiers decided to dig a tunnel in the ground made of mostly sand. They dug 30 ft down! To see, they needed electricity as there wasn’t enough air for candles.  They began to bargain for wire w/ the German soldiers with  items that the Red Cross was sending overseas. They knew how to make the electricity with the Klim cans (milk cans that were given to the POWs from the Red Cross that were called Klim - milk spelled backwards.) They added the wire to the milk cans to make the electricity.   They needed to build the tunnel - no problem they said as they  used the boards from their beds. They needed passports to travel out of the country after the escape - no problem they said as they used rubber from the bottom of their shoes. They needed to get rid of the sand - no problem they said as they became instant gardeners to help spread the sand from their pockets a little at a time. These determined soldiers finally did escape in the evening!  I don't want to tell you the ending here as you may want to watch the movie called the Great Escape with Steve McQueen.

 Not having the life skills to do that, I may have given up easily in such a situation, and easily could have felt sorry for myself for being in a POW camp like that for over a year!

 AsI listened to Charles tell his story, I gained a new understanding. I felt that I needed to hear it told, to help me understand why it’s better to never ever give up! Before I may have had too much fear to handle a POW camp overseas! I am not sure if I would have even thought about doing anything like it. I could see myself waiting to be rescued. But they did everything they could to seize the day, which was quite impressive!

This to me is an example of why they were the greatest generation. While being at the re-enactment, I realized there were all kinds of stories like this! So much more than I could have even imagined. They really did give their all!

Being that WWII Veterans are around 100 years old, I thought their stories were precious to share this Veteran’s Day.

It would be great to watch the Great Escape sometime in November with young adults who maybe can make a difference in their life, like it did mine.

And please be sure to Thank a Veteran this Veteran’s Day and anytime you see someone with their veteran hat on - they are wearing it to remind us of what they did for all!

Happy Veteran’s Day to all who have served and to those that are today.

https://www.legacy.com/us/obituaries/courierpress/name/charles-huppert-obituary?id=12072795

The info is given more credit here in Charles obit.

[notitman]

Hello world, again.

It’s been a long time. Very long.

Guess I just got busy and forgot about you.

About this. I guess I haven’t felt the need.

I don’t know.

So many things have happened.

My spirit animal, my cat, my first love.

By baby, he was 10 1/2 years old.

I didn’t have the money to buy his insulin.

I didn’t have the money for the vet to bring him back.

I failed him. It’s all my fault. I’m so sorry.

He was so happy to see me, he wanted a can of food.

He threw up, I cleaned it up. I didn’t give him what he wanted.

He got sick very fast within a few hours.

Then he couldn’t eat anymore. He couldn’t drink anymore.

I brought him to the vet and didn’t have to money to keep him there to get what he needed like last time.

I let him down. He relied on me and I wasn’t able to provide.

I should have just over drafted and got your medicine.

I thought I had a few more days. It’s all my fault.

Your organs where shutting down. You were suffering.

They wanted to put you down but I couldn’t do it.

I couldn’t do it financially or mentally. I miss you.

I miss you so much. I need you so badly.

I’ve needed you since the day you left. I’m so sorry.

I’m so sorry your last days were as miserable as they are.

I’m so selfish and you suffered for it. Loki. My baby.

My spirit animal. My soul mate. You were always there for me.

I didn’t deserve how amazing you where. You loved me.

You deserved better than me. I’m sorry you got stuck with me.

You weren’t just a cat. We had a connection that others could see.

You were supposed to live and see all my children before you left.

I still had so many plans for us.

You didn’t get to meet this new baby. He was in NICU.

He was there for 5 1/2 weeks. It was so scary.

So lonely. I knew it was going to be hard.

But it was way harder than I thought it would be.

I went to bed alone almost every single night.

I cried myself to sleep watching him on my phone.

It would have been easier to handle with you here.

You always had my back and you where always there for me when I was struggling.

You could always tell when I wasn’t okay.

You would come to me and say hi and love me.

You would run against me and make me pet you.

You would always let me hold you close to me and cry.

I’m still not okay. I’ve been up and down “okay”.

I feel so useless and so empty.

So undeserving of any of the good I have.

Who do I think I am to deserve anything? I can’t even do anything.

I can’t contribute anything I don’t do anything.

I’m not working. I can’t even cook dinner and clean everyday at the LEAST.

I feel like I can’t give the proper attention to anybody at home.

I’m not doing anything right. I can’t do anything right.

Everything makes me angry. I can’t handle anything.

Other people can do it so why can’t I?

I mean seriously what the fuck is wrong with me?

All I can do is come up with excuses.

I’m already 3 and a half months postpartum.

I had 5 and a half weeks to prepare and do stuff at home.

But I couldn’t do it. I didn’t. I didn’t do that I needed to.

I didn’t do that I should have. And now I just always feel overwhelmed.

It’s just excuse after excuse. I don’t have patience for anything.

What’s the point of living?

Who am I to think I deserve things I like.

But what’s the point? To like things and sort of feel good sometimes and then die?

So what was it all for? To go to heaven? Then what?

What’s the point of existing at all? I don’t want to die.

But why am I alive? I have purpose just because I have offspring.

The purpose to make them happy and take care of them.

But i can’t even so that properly. I can’t do anything properly.

Always angry. Never doing enough. Not doing it right.

I feel like I’m letting everyone down.

My oldest wants/needs my attention but so does my baby.

But so does my husband. But I’m so tired. But why?

He works everyday and I stay home everyday.

I feel angry because he doesn’t help me more around the house or with the kids.

But he’s the one working and we are barely making it to pay rent and bills.

But since he’s working and I’m not, why am I having such a hard time doing what I’m doing?

Seriously what are my excuses? I have none. No good ones.

No left excuses or reasons to be the way that I am.

The audacity to feel this way and take it out on others.

I’m so ashamed and embarrassed and I hate myself.

I feel so empty and alone right now.

I don’t feel like I can talk to anyone about it.

I love my spouse and he works so hard why can’t I appreciate that openly to him?

But at the same time I don’t feel like I can go to him with this.

It’s just me making excuses to be lazy and moody.

Everyone else will judge or just tell me I am doing a good job.

If I was then I wouldn’t be treating anyone the way that I do.

If I was doing a good job then my son wouldn’t have to ask me for my attention.

If I was doing a good job I wouldn’t be yelling at my husband and sons.

If I was going a good job I would have more patience and kindness towards my family.

If I was doing a good job I wouldn’t make everyone wash their own dishes.

If I was doing a good job then I would do what I need to do without complaining or being snarky.

If I was doing a good job then my house would be clean.

If I was doing a good job then I wouldn’t be depressed or hating myself.

If I was doing a good job then I would be eating healthier and working out.

If I was doing a good job I wouldn’t be so lazy.

If I was doing a good job I would be doing all the house stuff on my own.

If I was doing a good job then I wouldn’t feel ‘depressed’ and I wouldn’t be rapidly gaining weight.

I wouldn’t feel disgusted with myself.

If I was doing a good job then I would be able to take care of everyone.

If I was doing a good job then I would already have a routine.

I would be able to do any housework while holding a baby.

If I was doing a good job then I would already be healed from the cesarean.

If I was doing a good job, it would show.

If I was doing a good job then I wouldn’t be too tired.

If I was doing a good job I would be kinder.

If I was, then I wouldn’t feel too exhausted to handle anyone or anything else.

If. I. Was.

[chinahatbeach]

Thoughts for Today

Happy Wednesday! Middle of the week and it’s been a strange week for sure. I have a bunch of topics on my mind, so here goes.

In all my 60 years of living, I never, ever thought people would be offended by so many things. I have lived thru times where I should have been offended but I pushed thru whatever or whomever pushed my buttons. Now, people have rights and you must kiss their boo boo’s and not do whatever you did or say to make them sad.

It started with syrup being racist and wrong. Butter came along next. The list goes on…… And now, we have a man who believes he’s a woman on a beer can. Can I set the record straight here…..? Being a woman is not for the faint of heart.

Women go thru a lot of hardship. First, we go into our teen years and have body issues. We grow boobs, start our periods, bloat, ache, and have a nasty attitude. Some of us cry due to the body changes and the month visit from Aunt Flo.

Then we get older, meet a guy, get married, and start a family. Oh, that brings more body pain and the feeling of not enjoying the look of being pregnant. Yes, I wasn’t happy trying to waddle like a duck with all that weight upfront. My boobs hurt, my back hurt, and once again, emotions over the board.

Get thru those years and find out about menopause. Oh, it can be similar to the teenage years but with more anger and really upset with hot flashes that push you to the limit.

I am have crossed the menopause bridge and I now just have a snarky attitude to men who want to be women and tell us that having a period is wonderful. I have a cast iron fry pan for your face, you twatwaffle. I have earned my wrinkles and attitude due to life happening to me. You, dear man, will never push a baby out of your ____________ and know the pain involved.

I pray that the beer company loses money by the tons. Fact is, we need to boycott more and more businesses and use our money for small business. Screw corporate America. So over big businesses.

That brings me to Fred Meyers. They will no longer send out weekly ads. It’s all going digital. Well, thank you for that…… NOT. I only shop for sale items at Fred Meyers or Safeway. I shall drive across the hill to Winco, a business run by their employees. Their prices are better and I can save my money. I’ve learned how to safe money by shopping sales and in the past, using coupons. But corporate businesses are greedy. I only buy certain items at Costco (liver treats for the dogs, cat litter, whipping cream). I also buy my clothes at second hand stores.

It looks like I need to take Winkie into the vet again. The nagging cough is still there but not as bad. The vet clinics also have gone to being corporate run businesses and it makes it hard to get an appointment. Vets do not want to come out to rural areas. They rather stay in the big city. (I heard the receptionist tell a client this).

Time to make the bacon and get going on chores before I need to go to work.

I hope you have a wonderful day……

And that’s the way it is……..

[more-than-a-princess]

No matter how long she spent away from Japan, returning was always a bit of a culture shock. She still wasn't accustomed to the school year beginning in the spring, despite how anime and dramas had portrayed it for years before she even set foot on the Hope's Peak campus. And with both the whirlwind of activities of her spring break and the jetlag she was still experiencing (she'd only landed a few hours prior), Sonia was grateful that the administration hadn't asked too much of her that she couldn't otherwise handle. Some students had been tasked to put on performances or give speeches, and she was rearranging pamphlets and nametags at the check-in table outside.

Or she was, at least, until a dark-haired blur had run straight towards her, enveloping her in a hug. "Oh!" Sonia cried in surprise, though she set down the half dozen nametags she held before returning Anzu's hug. "Anzu-san, hello! It is good to see you as well. My holiday was pleasant, and I hope yours was too."

When Anzu let go, Sonia smiled as she picked up the nametags again, almost having arranged them alphabetically and by graduating class. "It was a busy one, with royal events alongside various admissions tests for my university prospects and arranging campus visits for the summer break. Admittedly many of my prospective schools do not accept standardized test scores so there were quite a few exams to complete! I was happy enough to see my cousins and ride Persephone." It took her a moment to realize Anzu and the woman who trailed after her likely weren't familiar with the ins and outs of the royal household. "Oh, that is my horse. I miss her whilst I am away but there are trainers who see to her exercise needs in my absence."

The time spent with her cousins and the ride were probably the only relaxing moments she was afforded, such was a life split between Japan and Novoselic. Even on the plane to and fro she'd studied, or answered emails, or reviewed prospective charities for the Royal Family to fund. Setting up Alumni Day felt like the real holiday from her life, but she didn't dare mention it to Anzu: she had a feeling she wasn't terribly interested in the festivities to begin with.

"Ah, hello Tachibana-sama!" Sonia greeted her, though a bit hesitantly. Not due to meeting Anzu's sister, but because she waffled over the honorifics: she wasn't a teacher so sensei seemed inappropriate, but she was part of the school's faculty nevertheless. She hoped sama hadn't been the wrong choice. "What a lovely blouse you have on." Sonia smiled in return and gave a small inclination of her head and shoulders in a bow, as was expected to show adults proper respect. "I do not think we have been introduced either, how unfortunate."

Something she meant sincerely: Sonia would never be allowed to meet with her even if she wished to. She was allowed a therapist that had been thoroughly vetted by the royal family, signed dozens of NDAs, and held in-person sessions in Novoselic Castle only. Even while Sonia was in Japan, her therapist conducted their sessions within the walls of the Castle and security was posted outside of Sonia's dorm room door, encouraging students to move along and not linger.

She always felt it was a bit over the top, but some parts of her life needed to remain secret.

Still, Anzu's sister was quite different from her own therapist, if just for the fact she teased her and Sonia didn't pick up on it. She just shrugged and smiled, as classmates and members of the 78th Classes dashed about, readying their presentations. "Mostly just greeting those the administration wishes for me to meet and befriend, really," Sonia replied, "And setting up a few of the tables. The school board thought it best I be, for lack of a better term, seen and not heard through most of this. I am to socialize with the alumni who wish to further their careers in Novoselic or Europe in general but otherwise keep to myself. There are a few alums who do not agree with the current administration regarding some of the admitted talents, such as my own. So it has been asked that I, alongside Kuzuryu-san, Togami-san, and Komaeda-san, allow our classmates to display their skills today."

"But I do not mind!" She was quick to interject with a small laugh. "Truthfully, I would rather not have more pressure on my shoulders. I feel like my spring holiday had enough of that. I hope the both of yours were far more fun and relaxing. Did either of you see the cherry blossoms in bloom? I so wish to experience them myself sometime!"

@more-than-a-princess

In Anzu's opinion, Alumni Day was a big waste of time at the start of the school year, and even someone with such a lax school work ethic as her could see that the energy would be better spent on giving orientation to the first-years, or something like that. HPA already made a ton of money from government grants and Reserve Course Tuition Fees, didn't it? So what reason was there to roll out the red carpet for a bunch of has-beens who had moved on to mostly-normal lives, in hopes of getting them to cough up some money?

Now, where there was a red carpet of any kind, one could often find Anzu Tachibana there to walk it, whether or not it was intended for her in the first place, but unfortunately, Alumni Day came with its own unique challenges given specially to her - namely, keeping her stupid sister busy. "You know," Haruna muttered as she looked around at the various displays set up to welcome the alumni, "they give a lot of attention to the people who show up only once a year - if that - but as someone who actually works here, I can't say I ever feel so appreciated."

"Well," Anzu said, reaching out to straighten a pinned picture of the new first year class, "they know what your salary is, so maybe they already know your broke ass isn't donating." To that, Haruna rolled her eyes, accompanied by a buzzing of her cell phone from inside her bag - one that she clearly wasn't in any rush to check. "I should flick your forehead for that." "If you could even reach it from down there."

In between bickering and barbs, Anzu noticed one of her friends standing out in the courtyard, and took the first available opportunity to run off from her sister's side. "Sonia-san!" With significantly less force behind it than her usual rushing hugs - Sonia wasn't Shinobu, after all - she wrapped her arms around the other girl with a tight, warm embrace. "Hi! It's so good to see you! Did you have a good spring vacation?"

In Anzu's case, the few weeks between the end of one school year and the start of another should have been prime time for some R&R. Instead, she'd spent the bulk of the time back in Kyoto, checking in on her dad, guesting in a few performances, and taking lots of cherry blossom photos. Well, it wasn't like that was the worst way to spend some time, even if she desperately could use a host rubbing her shoulders and praising her. She had to assume Sonia was similarly busy, especially since Shinobu hadn't mentioned anything about them spending any time together without her, much to her frustration.

By the time she'd let go of Sonia, Haruna had caught up to her. She was probably fifteen centimeters shorter than Anzu, her bleach-blonde hair framing either side of her face, and then gathered in the back into a loose ponytail, and her face done up with carefully-applied, professional makeup. In Anzu's opinion, they didn't look much alike, or have much in common. Even her fashionable outfit - the black blouse with a lilac ribbon over white pants, golden hoop earrings, and sensible flats - was fashionable in a way that Anzu would never find very interesting.

"Oh, this is my older sister," Anzu said, as though it were an afterthought. "She's here too." Really, the only thing similar about them, she thought, was their eyes. "Hello, Nevermind-san," Haruna said with a small wave and a perfect smile. Even if she was annoying, even if she wasn't pretty or interesting or anything like that, Anzu had to admit that her sister had at least some aura. "Haruna Tachibana, 72nd class. I work as a counselor here, but I only think we've passed by each other in the halls a few times, not ever been formally introduced."

The way she said it made Anzu figure that Haruna understood the reason why. Any personal problems she had probably were only to be shared with someone on her family's payroll, or under their influence. "So, how are you planning on appropriately honoring the alumni that came before you today, Nevermind-san," Haruna teased with a demure smile. It was Anzu's turn to roll her eyes, followed by a shake of her head. "You don't have to listen to her, Sonia-san," she cautioned. "My sister is obnoxious."

[chichiscloset]

𝐀𝐝𝐯𝐢𝐜𝐞 𝐄𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐅𝐞𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐞 𝐋𝐚𝐝𝐲 𝐍𝐞𝐞𝐝𝐬 𝐢𝐧 𝐂𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐠𝐞

𝐈𝐭'𝐬 𝐚 𝐍𝐄𝐖 𝐒𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫!

A new semester has begun for us, Young ladies! It is important as Divine feminine young ladies, to take pride in taking care of our wellbeing, Appearance, surroundings, Network, & meet like-minded individuals. No matter what program you end up taking!

I just entered my second year of Uni in September, so far it's been going by super fast! I won't lie to you, It's been a bit of a bumpy ride! Managing balancing my school work, running my blog page and extra-curricular activies. Thankfully, I am managing quite well and just finished writing all my midterms! I wanted to share with you girlies some of the few ways I've been able to fully embrace my femininity while in University+ the best ways to mingle with potential bachelors on your campus community.

𝟏. 𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐢𝐬 𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐘𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆!

Yes, I know! This is a bit superficial. But I need to give you the truth! We are all judged by our appearances first in life! so why not start by leaving a good impression! On your classmates, lecturers, and staff on campus. You don't want to be that person, rolling into class with the same PJ's worn last night. Unkept hair & nails.

People address you based on your appearance so always making sure you look well kept and put-together is a must.

My mother always taught me "you dress the way you want to be addressed!". If you look like a princess you'll be treated like one and if you look unkept.. people will treat you as such".

If you are like me and hate planing out outfits for the day of your classes. Try planning them a day, or two before your actual lecture. So you won't feel like you are pushing yourself. If you wear makeup. Try waking up an hour or two earlier. To pamper yourself & wear put on a light beat of makeup.

Since we wear masks on our campus my time is cut in half! only light concealer, light blush, and mascara (when I don't have lash extensions.)

Since my semester started in September people have just been treating me 100% better. I've had both men and women open doors for me. A random guy paying for my lunch, and had way better feedback from my professors during class time! Trust me you don't want to slack on your presentation! You are your brand and you must treat yourself in the highest regard.

𝟐.𝐌𝐞𝐞𝐭 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞-𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐝 𝐩𝐞𝐨𝐩𝐥𝐞 𝐨𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐜𝐚𝐦𝐩𝐮𝐬!

Network, Network, Network! Think about it you’ve paid thousands of dollars to attend the college/university you are enrolled in now. As a student, you have access to upcoming doctors, engineers, nurses, business owners, lawyers, etc. You mingle with some of the best people in academia in your city, people with MSC's Ph.D.'s and so much more! This is the PERFECT opportunity, for you to meet other leveled-up feminine women, future associates, bachelors, or even a future spouse 😍. Listen, you only have four years so make it count! Join clubs, societies, sororities (if available)& meet as many people as possible! You’ll never know who might come in handy after graduation.

Getting good grades and a high GPA is important. However, having good connections with people will take you further in life. It holds more weight than your degree alone. So make the best of it while you're still in there.

For the love of all things good! Stay away from Hook-up culture!

I do promote that you date in college. it’s an excellent way to practice how to properly vet the men who seek interest in you. Don't be fooled, some of these guys on your campus are simply looking for “a good time." It is up to you to fish out the serious men, from non-serious men. Find out what their goals are in life, where they see themselves in 5 years? Do they want a family in the future? ask as many vetting questions as you can before and during your date.

Make sure that guy takes you on a PROPER date! “Netflix and chill” IS NOT A DATE! Yes, I know your roommate might be doing it, your classmates are doing it and those hormones are flowing. But, you don't want to be given a bad label! Honestly... it’s not worth it. Need some game when it comes to dating? Check out this post here.

𝟑. 𝐌𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐚𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭/𝐝𝐨𝐫𝐦-𝐫𝐨𝐨𝐦 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐬𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐭𝐮𝐚𝐫𝐲!

You will be spending A LOT of time in your dorm room/apartment during the semester! Wouldn’t you want your room, to have a “homey” "Calm" welcoming appearance when you walk inside? Your room is a reflection of how you treat yourself both inwardly and outwardly. People will notice! If there is dirty laundry on the floor, dirty dishes & you haven't changed your bedsheets. Take this as a sign to change the way you live ASAP! 

You might be living with someone else. So it's important to learn how to take care of your surroundings! Fill your room with nice things according to your aesthetic! Put flowers in your room, have a candle to add a bit of character or a diffuser turn a plain old dorm room/apartment into your version of what luxury is! If you're looking for some dorm room/apartment ideas check out my Pinterest board for some ideas. 

𝟒. 𝐏𝐥𝐚𝐧 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐚 𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐝𝐚𝐲!

Being in Uni/College can be stressful! Especially during midterm and exam season. I can remember myself pulling all-nighters, with a double espresso in my hand, reading old notes & memorizing the terms I needed for my exam. However, please don't overload yourself!

If you haven't already bought yourself a planner or use an Online one ASAP!

Planning your weekly, daily, monthly routines is essential for us college girlies! I'd recommend that you set out at least one day of the week, specifically for working out, self-care, hanging out with friends & Family, and doing extra-curricular. It is important to focus on your studies & pamper yourself. It is essential to reconnect yourself with your divine feminine energy. if you are more interested in "Ways to reconnect with your feminine energy check out my post by clicking here!

𝟓.  𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐁𝐮𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐬

Regardless, if you are working a part-time job, taking out a student loan, or getting an allowance from your parents. It is super important to be on top of your finances! Mastering this skill at your young age (18-23) is necessary! This will have an impact on your finances post-college. Like I mentioned above, a planner will become your best friend! Plan out how much you intend to spend on groceries, eating out, shopping, miscellaneous items, rent, etc. 

Take a financial literacy class, invest the money you have, and watch it grow over time, start a 41k account, retirement saving account, life insurance stocks, crypto, Begin building up your credit score, etc. You might be on a tight budget now that you're in school. But once you graduate, you'll be making way more money! With the financial skills you’ve learned, you’ll be able to manage your money 100% better than if you didn't.

Have any lovely tips you’d like to share? Are you currently in college right now? 

Start a discussion in the comments bellow!! Until next time my loves 💛

Chichi xo

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