Hi, wondering if anyone can help me out. I am nearing the end of my first season on an Arsenal career mode, and started to wonder; if i were to mess around with the team sheets to put Thierry Henry in the squad (or any of the all-stars/legends/icons/whatever you want to call them for that matter) before starting a new career, when they retire at the end of the season, would this create a Thierry Henry regen?
Kind've curious as to whether this would work, however i'd rather not restart and replay the whole season just to find it doesn't work lol.
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“Day by Day, Month by Month, Year by Year,” Part 1
by c.w. cobblestone
A wimp chronicles the femdom/cuck relationship between him, his beloved Molly and her lover DeShawn. Here are the first six months.

YEAR 1

January 1

Well, the calendar may have changed but nothing else has. Molly is still in love with DeShawn. They’re still openly flaunting their affair in front of friends and family. I’m still kissing up to both of them and praying they’ll continue to let me hang around. So far, so good; the wedding’s still on for June, and everyone seems to be finding their roles in this three-way relationship. Unfortunately, my role is being their bitch. But Molly’s still here — that’s the important thing. I thought for sure when DeShawn came into the picture and stole her heart that she’d run off with him. But to my great relief, she says she wants to go through with the wedding while also maintaining her relationship with DeShawn. She says we’re now a “poly triad.” I know she’s playing me for a fool and is only marrying me because I earn six figures. But I don’t care. I love her and would do anything to keep her. Anything. Full stop. The ceremony is scheduled for June 8th, and my New Year’s resolution is to not fuck it up.

January 3

Molly didn’t say when she’d be home from the New Year’s Eve party at DeShawn’s friend’s house, but I didn’t expect her to be gone this long. I’m starting to get worried. Molly’s a big girl and can take care of herself, but DeShawn runs with a rough crowd.

January 4

Crisis averted. Molly’s been holed up in DeShawn’s apartment partying, thank goodness. After she texted me and told me to bring cognac and Burger King, I’d hoped to spend at least a few seconds with my beloved fiancé for the first time this year. Alas, I never even laid eyes on her. DeShawn answered my knock, snatched the bags from my hand and slammed the door in my face after throwing out a flippant “thanks, bitch.”

January 5

Molly finally came home but she was only here long enough to change clothes and bitch at me about her car being down to a quarter tank of gas. I thought about telling her she hasn’t been home for me to gas her car up but I wisely kept my mouth shut and volunteered to fill her tank right then. She said she was in a hurry, though, and rushed back out. I’m guessing she was either headed to the club or back to DeShawn’s place, although she didn’t tell me where she was going, and I sure as hell didn’t ask. As far as she’s concerned it’s none of my business what she does — my job is to sit at home and wait for her like a good little toady, ready to kiss her little ass and put up with her shit when she gets back.

January 7

I kept dinner warm until finally putting it away at 9. Even if Molly does make it home tonight, she’ll most likely be with DeShawn, and they won’t be in the mood to eat. I can always heat up something later if they want a post-coital snack.

January 9

When I got home from work nobody was there, although two bags of DeShawn’s dirty laundry were waiting for me in the living room. Molly had me do his clothes a few weeks ago and now the arrogant bastard apparently thinks it’s my permanent job. I thought about just letting it sit there — then common sense took over. The last thing I want to do is piss him off and give him an excuse to kick my ass again. So, swallowing what little pride I had left, I washed and carefully ironed the clothes of the man who’s fucking my fiancé. How pathetic is that?

January 10

My buddy Tim called to tell me he saw Molly making out with DeShawn at the Alexis Club last night. I turned red but gave my speech about how our arrangement allows her to see other men. Tim must be the 10th person to call since Molly and DeShawn started openly dating. I wish my supposed girlfriend and her “black king” would keep their tryst on the down-low but they said they wanted to take their relationship to the next level and I don’t get a vote. With everything that goes on in the world these days, I’d hoped their affair wouldn’t be a big deal, but I’m finding that people aren’t as open-minded as they claim to be. I’m losing friends and alienating family over this “poly” situation. Tim sure sounded disgusted. I guess I can’t blame him — if I was my friend, I’d probably be just as outraged at how Molly and DeShawn treat me, and how I put up with it like a sap loser. I imagine it must be painful for my friends and family to watch, but I wish they’d try to see it from my point of view. I love Molly with all my heart. She hurts me, sure. But I’m happier than I’ve ever been since she came into my life. Why can’t people understand that? If I can accept her and the things she does to me, why can’t everyone else?

January 13

DeShawn spent the night last night. He and Molly were already hammered when they got back from the club but they wanted another round. They also wanted privacy, so after I served drinks, DeShawn handed me his key and told me to go clean his apartment. I said “yes sir” and hauled ass out of there. When DeShawn tells me to do something, I don’t fuck around. The guy dislikes me to start with, so I try not to give him any reason to fuck me up. The first time Molly brought him home, I attempted to man up and confront him. I won’t ever make that mistake again. I like having teeth too much.

January 14

For the second night in a row, DeShawn stayed over. Molly got mad because I hadn’t bought the bottle of wine she’d wanted so she slapped me across the face several times, cutting my nose with her engagement ring. I got blood all over my favorite shirt, and she yelled at me about that, too, much to her boyfriend’s amusement. Molly is getting meaner by the day and DeShawn keeps egging her on. He loves the situation he’s carved out for himself — he knows he could steal her from me any time he wants but he enjoys having me around. In addition to bankrolling the affair, I represent the spoils of his victory; I’m the defeated, shamed white boy whose nose is constantly rubbed in the dirt while he enjoys his prize, my beautiful fiancé. That’s why he’s so brazen about taking Molly to all the places frequented by my friends and family. He wants everyone to know that Molly is in love with him, and that I’m pathetically hanging around paying the bills and serving as the beta in this budding “poly triad” of ours. Around town, it’s making me either a laughingstock or an object of pity. I’m not sure which is worse.

January 17

I got into a big argument with my brother Joel today after he called to tell me he saw Molly and DeShawn at the Towne Theatre “acting like a pair of animals in heat.” He and the rest of the family have been pressuring me to leave her ever since DeShawn mopped up the floor with Joel last month. The stupid fuck tried to tell the former Carver State linebacker to stop embarrassing the family by openly carrying on with Molly. DeShawn doesn’t like being told what to do. Joel found that out the hard way. His broken nose just healed.

January 20

Nobody was at the condo when I got home from the firm, although I could tell DeShawn had been over, given the wet spots all over the crumpled bedding in the master bedroom. These days, the only reasons I go into Molly’s room are to clean, change cum-stained sheets, and wipe her boyfriend’s piss stains off the toilet rim in the master bathroom. Molly says her bedroom suite is reserved for “real men” and that I have no business being in there unless it’s to clean.

January 24

Molly dropped some devastating news today. She says DeShawn will be going on the honeymoon in June and I’ll be staying home. Also, we had planned to take a Mediterranean cruise, but since DeShawn’s great-grandmother was from St. Thomas and he’s always wanted to go down there, she told me to switch the arrangements. I was bawling like a baby but I clicked onto the travel site and made the required changes. Since the wedding isn’t for six months, there was no problem adjusting the plans, although it killed me inside to do it.

January 26

Molly told me to pack her bags because she was headed to Atlanta for a week to hang out with DeShawn’s cousins. So, now, just like that, I’m not going to see my beloved fiancé until next Sunday. I don’t think she has any idea how much she’s breaking my heart with this affair of hers, but if I told her she probably wouldn’t care — she’d probably think it was funny. That’s how cruel she’s become. DeShawn brings out the worst in her. After he told her that it turns him on when she’s mean to me, she’s been looking for reasons to dog me. He usually rewards her cruelty by fucking the taste out of her mouth — and that makes her want to treat me even worse. Molly is finding out how much naughty fun it can be to make my life miserable, knowing that I’m so hopelessly in love with her I’ll put up with anything she dishes out. Deep down, she probably knows what she’s doing to me is wrong — but I bet that just makes the whole thing even more delightfully wicked. My former angel is lost in a decadent, BBC-fueled alternative dimension where being bad is good and my pain is hilarious.

February 6

Molly told me to go by her mom’s house after work tomorrow to clean. She says I should plan on that being one of my regular weekly duties from now on. I’m getting sick of being everybody’s fucking maid. I’m stuck cleaning DeShawn’s apartment once a week now. Last week, Molly had me wash her best friend’s car after her boyfriend got drunk and puked in it. My fiancé has pimped me out to her friends recently for myriad other chores — cleaning up dogshit, dropping off library books, picking up drycleaning. Since DeShawn came into the picture, Molly has gleefully let her friends and family know that I’m nothing but her little bitch — and her boyfriend’s little bitch, too. She loves recounting the night she brought DeShawn back to the condo for the first time, and I tried to make a stand by telling him to leave. He busted me in the eye, knocking me to the floor, and then kicked me in the ribs until I begged him to stop. The whole time, Molly watched with a glazed look in her eye and fingers in her crotch. After DeShawn bitch-slapped me one last time, he dragged my fiancé into the bedroom and they screamed up a storm while I lay on the living room floor sobbing. That was the first and only time I ever tried standing up to DeShawn, as Molly delights in telling her friends. “DeShawn runs shit around here,” she says to anyone who’ll listen.

February 8

Darlene is such a cunt. It’s easy to see where Molly gets her snootiness from. After I left the firm yesterday, I headed straight for my future mother-in-law’s house and started cleaning. I busted my ass all night and didn’t finish until after 11pm. Did I get a thank-you? Hell no. The whole time I was there, all Darlene did was belittle me and taunt me about DeShawn. Before I left, she pulled down her sweats and showed me her pussy, asking if I remembered what one looked like. It was so embarrassing, I just wanted to run out of there. But I knew not answering her might pose a problem, so I just faked a smile and said, “it has been a while.”

February 11

There’s nothing more embarrassing than standing outside the dressing room at Victoria’s Secret clutching your fiancé’s purse while she tries on sexy outfits to wear for her lover on Valentine’s Day — especially when she made it known to the salesladies that the lingerie is for someone other than the schmuck holding the bag. I wanted to die when I paid for the purchases, with the women all smirking and making snide remarks. There was no reason for Molly to tell the staff that the lingerie was for another man, other than pure cruelty. On the ride home, I hung my head and bit my lip, doing my best to keep from crying. Molly yelled at me and told me to stop moping, so I sat up straight in the passenger seat and pretended to watch the scenery as it zoomed by.

February 15

Valentine’s Day sucks when you’re a beta. I cleaned the condo spotless and fixed a special dinner for two. Once the candles were lit and both plates were full, DeShawn gave me his mother’s address and told me to report to her house for maid duty. As usual, I said, “yes, sir” and obeyed without hesitation. Jeez, I thought my mother-in-law was bad — Cassandra is ten times worse. From the second I stepped into her house she made it clear that while she absolutely loves Molly and supports her relationship with her son, she despises white males. Therefore, she said, she despises me by default. It took seven hours to clean Cassandra’s house, which was enough time for her to slap me six times and spit in my face twice after finding fault with my cleaning. When I was finished, she made me stand in the hallway with my legs spread and my hands on my head before kicking me in the nuts as hard as she could. After I collapsed in pain, she told me to kiss her shoe and thank her. I complied, and she kicked me in the head and said “now, get the fuck out, white boy.” I’m praying Molly doesn’t add cleaning Cassandra’s house to my regular duties. That woman has a lot of anger bottled up inside her, and after only one night I can already tell she loves taking out those frustrations on a lily-white ass.

February 16

Well, fuck me. Exactly what I didn’t want — DeShawn says from now on I have to go by his mom’s house once a week to clean. WTF, man. So, with my recurring appointment at Darlene’s house and DeShawn’s apartment, that’s three nights a week I’ll now be cleaning other people’s houses, in addition to my chores at home and all the other errands I’m sent on. For Molly and DeShawn, this polyandrous threesome is proving to be a sexy, relaxing lifestyle — but for me, it’s demoralizing and exhausting.

February 23

Per Molly’s orders, I asked the head of the firm if I can pick up extra cases, or stay late to help the other attorneys with research. Molly wants me to make as much money as I can between now and the wedding because she says she and DeShawn want to “honeymoon in style.” She says things like that because she thinks it’s funny to hurt my feelings. Sometimes I wish I was strong enough to get out of this abusive relationship. I guess I’m like those battered wives who keep going back to their husbands. Molly treats me like shit but I take it. With a smile. A fake smile, but a smile nonetheless.

March 19

Mr. Berkowitz accommodated my request and I’ve been working 14-hour days for the past few weeks. That’s not necessarily a bad thing, since I get to stay away from home longer, thus avoiding abuse from my fiancé and her lover. Plus, my last few checks have been huge. The bad news is, every dime of that extra money will go toward ensuring that Molly and DeShawn “honeymoon in style.” And despite all the extra hours, my domestic load hasn’t lightened one iota. I’m still expected to clean Darlene’s house every Monday, Cassandra’s every Wednesday, and DeShawn’s apartment every Thursday. If I get behind on my chores at home, I know Molly will cut me no slack, and if DeShawn’s around there’s a good chance she’ll slap the shit out of me if something doesn’t get done. She loves showing off for her man by being bitchy to me, and it drives him crazy when she does it. So, I’ve been killing myself to keep up with everything. It’s been rough, but I’ve managed. Who needs sleep?

March 26

I’m completely wrung out physically and emotionally. Last night was hands-down the worst night of my life. I served as the “bitch boy” at a party thrown by one of DeShawn’s friends and it was pure fucking hell. Molly made me wear a pair of her panties to the party, and when we got there I was told to strip, other than the pink, lacy underwear. There were about a dozen people there, and I spent the night serving drinks and having them pinch my ass and make fun of me. But the worst part was when DeShawn got drunk and forced me to kneel in the kitchen and suck his dick in front of everyone. I’ve been in complete anguish ever since. I can’t get the taste out of my mouth or the thought out of my head that I am now officially a cocksucker. Molly and several other people at the party filmed my debasement with their cellphones, so I’m sure the terrible moment will haunt me forever. I suspect there’ll be a lot more such horrible moments, too, because after DeShawn squirted all over my face and hair, he seemed pleased, bragging to his friends that I was a natural. He didn’t allow me to clean up, either, saying it would be “disrespectful,” so I spent the rest of the evening fetching drinks with dried cum on my face and tears in my eyes. It was a mortifying experience, something I wouldn’t have wished on my most hated enemy. I suppose it could have been worse — a couple of DeShawn’s friends also wanted blowjobs, but he told them I was “his bitch” and therefore off-limits. Molly told me I should feel proud to be DeShawn’s bitch. I lied to her and said I was grateful. In truth, I wanted to die when he said that. He’s starting to see me as his property.

April 2

During lunch yesterday, Molly told me that she and DeShawn had decided to let me come along on the honeymoon. After I fell over myself thanking her, she smirked and said, “April Fool’s.” DeShawn got a kick out of my crestfallen expression. He told me he had just the thing to cheer me up, and then made me suck his dick. He’s been having me do that a lot since the party last week.

April 7

DeShawn’s lease on his apartment is up April 19, and last night I was informed that he’d be moving in with us after that. This isn’t exactly a surprise, and I’d been bracing for it — although when Molly made it official, it was still quite the gut-punch. She said I’ll be responsible for moving everything, and that I should start packing stuff the next time I clean DeShawn’s apartment, so I don’t have to do it all at once.

April 10

As if things couldn’t get worse, DeShawn told me yesterday that he’d be converting the guest room into his mancave. When I asked him where I was going to sleep, he said “in the bathtub for all I care.” I don’t know if he was joking or not, though, because he laughed when he said it. Whether he was serious or not, if he takes over the guest bedroom I won’t have anywhere to sleep, since that’s the only other bedroom in the condo besides the master suite, and I doubt I’ll be allowed to bunk down in there with them. Why should I be allowed a place to sleep? I’m just the guy who pays all the bills.

April 12

Well, the mystery over where I’ll be sleeping is solved. Molly says I can put a dog bed in the hall closet. She told me to go buy one now and to break down the bed in the guest room, so everything will be ready for when DeShawn moves in. So, I guess my days of sleeping in a bed like a normal human being are over. A dog bed in the closet??? WTF.

April 14

I keep hitting new lows. When I was at her house last night, Cassandra made me drink her piss. I was in the bathroom scrubbing the floor when she came in brandishing a plastic cup. She sat on the toilet and held the cup under her pussy, filling it with urine. Then, she handed it to me and told me to say “cheers!” before downing the cup in one gulp. I managed to obey although I almost threw up. She told me to thank her for the honor, which I did with all the respect I could muster. Later, when I’d resumed my cleaning, I overheard Cassandra on the phone bragging to her friend about what she’d done. I got a chill when she said, “sure, come on over when he cleans next Wednesday and I’ll make him drink yours, too.”

April 16

I keep thinking about what Cassandra told her friend on the phone, and debating whether I should say anything to DeShawn about it. At the party last month, he’d told everyone that I wasn’t sexually available because I was his “bitch,” but I’m not sure if that rule extends to his mother making me drink her piss — or, worse, making me drink some stranger’s piss. I haven’t worked up the nerve to say anything, though, and I probably won’t. DeShawn might get pissed if he thinks I’m dissing his mom.

April 17

Ugh, I can’t get this Cassandra situation out of my head. One thing that’s bothering me: Is her friend a man or a woman? It was impossible to tell from hearing just her half of the conversation. I suppose it doesn’t matter — DeShawn has me sucking his dick constantly now, anyway, and Cassandra’s probably going to regularly have me drinking her piss since the genie’s out of the bottle, so what difference does it make whether the person whose pee I have to drink is male or female? Piss is piss, right?

April 19

Yet another demoralizing milestone. DeShawn had me lick his ass last night for the first time. He had bits of toilet paper stuck to his bunghole and I gagged when it touched my tongue — which earned me a severe bitch-slap for being “disrespectful.” But I managed to get through it in one piece. As I do when giving blowjobs, I just closed my eyes and drifted to my happy place, blocking out the terrible world and concentrating on the dialogue from a favorite movie. Last night it was “A League of Their Own.” There’s no crying in baseball or when you’re tossing your fiancé’s boyfriend’s salad.

April 20

Well, DeShawn’s all moved in. Of course, I did all the work while he sat on his ass and directed. I had to throw out 90% of my stuff since there’s no longer room. All that’s left are my suits for work and my laptop; everything else got shitcanned, including my high school yearbooks, family mementos and almost all my casual clothes. Oh, well. I didn’t really need that stuff anyway.

April 21

When I went to Cassandra’s after work to clean last night, she introduced me to her friend, a huge woman named Violet. The lady seemed eager to make me drink her piss, although she was shy and went into the bathroom alone to pee in the cup. Cassandra made me kneel down and drink every drop before thanking her friend for the honor. Then, Cassandra decided to show off, so she made me stand still with my hands on my head while she and her friend took turns kicking me in the balls. When they finally got tired of abusing me, I was released to clean the house while they chatted in the living room.

May 2

We’ve got a new household routine. Almost every night now, DeShawn will holler “hey, bitch, come give me my propers,” which means I have to find a spot behind him and lick his ass. As you might imagine, it’s quite demoralizing to give DeShawn his “propers” when my fiancé is right there watching. Between the constant blowjobs and rim-jobs, I can’t say I don’t have a sex life anymore. It’s not exactly the kind of sex I would’ve chosen, but I do get a lot of action these days. My mouth does, anyway.

May 5

I overheard Molly talking to her mom on the phone about having kids with DeShawn. He apparently wants a big family, and she told her mom she’s glad she’ll have me around to change diapers. As strange as it seems, I felt a twinge of satisfaction hearing that. At least it means Molly wants to keep me around long-term.

May 9

Well, I feared this day was coming. DeShawn has decided to take over the wedding. He announced last night that he’s going to be my best man and he said he may get his buddies to replace my brothers in the wedding party. He says it’s going to be a “poly wedding.” I called Joel and told him he was out as best man and that DeShawn would be handling those duties. My brother cussed me out and hung up on me.

May 11

I got into a huge argument with Mom and Dad on the phone today. They said they never want to speak to me again. This has been brewing for some time in my family. I wish things were different, but they made me choose. I chose Molly. They say they can’t stand seeing how she treats me. Well, I’ve learned to live with it — fuck them if they can’t.

May 12

Now Joel and Ron aren’t coming to the wedding, so I’ve pretty much alienated my entire family. They say Molly’s making a fool out of me by having DeShawn replace Joel as my best man. I told Joel to talk to DeShawn if he has a problem with it, and he shut up right quick. The dumbass learned his lesson a few months ago when he tried to tell DeShawn to stop embarrassing the family by being so open about his affair with Molly. I learned the same lesson after Molly brought her boyfriend home for the first time and I was stupid enough to protest. The lesson? You don’t question DeShawn.

May 24

DeShawn has changed the wedding vows. It’s already written that I will promise to obey Molly, but DeShawn added the phrase “and I will obey DeShawn as well.” Then, since this will be a “poly wedding,” DeShawn is going to say a few words, pledging to love and honor Molly until death do they part. The magistrate Molly chose is quite progressive and when she ran the new vows past him, he said they’re great. The ceremony is going to be embarrassing as hell, but the whole wedding’s going to be a fucking nightmare anyway. I’ve made up my mind: I’m going to just square my shoulders and get through it, because when it’s all over Molly will be my bride. I can’t wait. She’s in love with another man but I don’t care. She’ll be my wife, and that means everything to me.
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Let me explain…I used to have IBS-D so so so bad. Everything was a trigger and I spent a lot of time on the toilet, always needed to be near a washroom, took wipes with me everywhere. It caused me much anxiety especially because I was in my late teen/early adulthood going out all the time and drinking. Alcohol is IBS-D’s arch nemesis. I was also gassy which caused me much anxiety too. I got good at holding it til I could find a bathroom but then I would also hold gas because I couldn’t always tell the difference between what was gas and what was a bowel movement. When I was super anxious that I’d have to go immediately like during social events then I got really good at holding it. Eventually though instead of getting anxious shits I would lose the need to go entirely until it started to back me up. I don’t even get the urge to go anymore. Now I just try to go as often as I can to see if I can and when I can go (seldomly) it’s typically soft stool. Now I think I am unintentionally holding it in 😭

Posted this in delhi, thought will be relevant here too. ----------------------------------------------------- Hello Delhites,
The best part of moving to Delhi was its proximity to countless tourist locations (hill stations, national park, historical places).
But honestly most of these places (like Shimla, Mussorie, Rishikesh) are over-commercialised.
I am a type of guy who travels to have some peace. I travel to explore the local culture and stories.
Last time I visted Nagthat, a small hill village in Uttarakhand. I stayed at a homestay that had hill views from window. The locals there took me to a waterfall that is still remains unexplored by tourists. Had lunch with locals, visited the local diety temple and saw the sunset from terrace farms. Countless memories and infinite peace.
I am planning to visit another village in Uttarakhand (Kaladhungi near Jim-Corbett National park) in last weekend of June.
If someone has similar vibes of mine and are open to explore the rural and offbeat locations, DM me. I have prepared the itinerary. I have contacts with the homestay there. So accomodations,food and guide is also sorted.
We will be having a small trek to waterfall and take a jeep safari to National park apart from enjoying some local cultural activities this time.
DM me if you are interested. Even if you can’t make it this time but belong to this club, let’s stay in touch.

Since Raylan is getting another show to himself here with City Primeval is anyone else hoping we get a Boyd spinoff to either air alongside it (if it becomes a multi season show like Justified) or come after it? Boyd’s story ad the deuteragonist, for me personally, was the most consistently engaging aspect of Justified. Raylan was great, as was Timothy Olymphant’s performance, don’t get me wrong, but he wasn’t anywhere near as genuinely compelling to follow along with as Boyd who was so indescribably multilayered, wildcard-ish and just all around fun. Walton Goggins as an actor on that same end brought so much charisma to the role and always felt to me like he was having by far the most fun out of all the Justified cast. I’ll definitely be feeling a void with no Boyd in this show even though obviously I’m excited for it as it’s own new independent thing.
It feels like they’re hoping to replicate the success of Boyd’s character here in certain ways with Clement Mansel from the CP novel but realistically I don’t think he’ll be anywhere near as successful and iconic as Boyd

Hello Everybody, first I wan't to say that my main language isn't english so please don't hate and school is different in my country so it isn't like highschool, it's like college in america.
I have lots of battles with myself everyday, I'm struggling to stay focused and disciplined.. totally got no control over my thoughts. I got SO MUCH FEAR right now I'm a little bit sweating because my grades are horrible and rn I'm learning super hard just 2 days before the last exams of the first semester and if I don't get like a B in every exam, I'm gonna drop out. I have found a girl that is so sweet looking and intelligent and kind and.. yeah just makes my thoughts racing when she's near me. Then my best friend is also there, who just got my best friend like 3 months ago.. before I had nobody.. I wanna study computer science and without succeeding in that school I won't be able to. And I am so scared of everything rn, even from god and jesus because I have sinned so much you won't believe me it's horrible I have terrible thoughts sometimes. And many times I have asked for help and forgiveness but afterwards I just went straight into sinning again without thought. I'm really thinking that Jesus feels really betrayed and angry because I have kinda exploited him.. and now I think I'm totally lonely and on myself and all I want is that maybe some of you can pray for me, maybe he will listen to your prayers for me because I have destroyed my relationship to god. Please pray for me so I will gain strength to control myself and successfully pass the first semester. I'm doing all I can I swear..

Posted this in delhi, thought will be relevant here too. ----------------------------------------------------- Hello Delhites,
The best part of moving to Delhi was its proximity to countless tourist locations (hill stations, national park, historical places).
But honestly most of these places (like Shimla, Mussorie, Rishikesh) are over-commercialised.
I am a type of guy who travels to have some peace. I travel to explore the local culture and stories.
Last time I visted Nagthat, a small hill village in Uttarakhand. I stayed at a homestay that had hill views from window. The locals there took me to a waterfall that is still remains unexplored by tourists. Had lunch with locals, visited the local diety temple and saw the sunset from terrace farms. Countless memories and infinite peace.
I am planning to visit another village in Uttarakhand (Kaladhungi near Jim-Corbett National park) in last weekend of June.
If someone has similar vibes of mine and are open to explore the rural and offbeat locations, DM me. I have prepared the itinerary. I have contacts with the homestay there. So accomodations,food and guide is also sorted.
We will be having a small trek to waterfall and take a jeep safari to National park apart from enjoying some local cultural activities this time.
DM me if you are interested. Even if you can’t make it this time but belong to this club, let’s stay in touch.

So after 4 stressful weeks in the NICU, we bring our baby boy home. My MIL wants to come visit, and we have a room available so we oblige since we could use the help.
Since she has been here she has made several questionable comments that have stirred something up within me.

• On two separate occasions, totally unprompted, she told me and my wife that she doesn't like any movies or tv shows with gay people. We never asked, and we never suggested anything involving LGBT people. She knows we're left-leaning.
  
• She has previously made comments about my wife doing the dishes, despite the fact that I do almost all of the cooking and dishwashing. She seems to consistently assume that I don't participate, or don't want to participate, in household chores.
  
• This woman has barely lifted a finger to help with the kid. It's been nearly a week, and the only thing she has done is feed him once.
  
• She "tried" to help by doing dishes, but really just made a big mess that I had to clean up later since she doesn't know where things are, and apparently doesn't know how to load a dishwasher at age 60 (seriously, who puts massive pots and pans on the bottom shelf???). All she does is wake up, sit in our chair in the corner, and go on her phone for 16 hours straight. My wife tells me she plays some videogame on her phone all day.
  
• There are several other comments made that would just take too long and too much context to explain.
  

Any non-Christian, non-conservative media is offensive to her, which limits my choices. Despite her judgmental remarks, I remain polite and tolerant. She spends her time on her phone, occasionally making snide comments, while we take care of our son.
I feel trapped in my own house. Today, I planned a brief trip to the grocery store to buy ingredients for dinner. I hoped for a peaceful 30-minute trip with my wife without the judgmental atmosphere. I thought she might volunteer to babysit, but instead, she remained glued to her phone, leaving us to sort out the logistics ourselves of whether one of us should stay home, or if we should bring him to the store. This dampened my mood and my wife suggested that I adjust my general demeanor around MIL for the sake of harmony. Despite her behavior, I haven't uttered a single harsh word to her. We've always gotten along fine, though our interactions have been limited to a few hours. This woman has begun to feel like a burden in my home.
Being a private person, I value my personal space. Therefore, I wonder if this is simply a reaction to my nature. However, if my wife won't address her mother's impolite comments and unhelpful behavior, I believe I should feel justified in doing so. My wife has told me she doesn't feel comfortable confronting or being straightforward with her mom in any way, and I've communicated that if she doesn't, I will eventually have to do so.
Am I wrong to feel stressed, annoyed, or offended? Most of this behavior feels particularly egregious since it is occurring within our home. I don't even know why this woman is in my house if she's just going to sit around, make a mess, be rude, and do nothing all day.

Hello, Reddit community! I'm reaching out to you today because I've been going through some unsettling experiences lately, and I'm not sure if I'm just being paranoid or if there's a genuine reason for concern. I would appreciate your insights and advice.
It all started during the lockdown period when I was feeling lonely and ended up making friends with people involved in criminal activities. However, once I started working, I made the decision to distance myself from those negative influences. That's when things began to take a strange turn.
A few months after cutting ties with these individuals, I started receiving anonymous phone calls on a monthly basis. Curiosity got the better of me one time, and I picked up the phone, only to hear an unfamiliar voice disclosing personal details about my workplace and my behavior. Naturally, this left me quite unsettled. I took the necessary precautions by changing my phone number, hoping to put an end to these strange occurrences.
Months later, however, while I was out shopping, someone approached me and asked if a certain old friend of mine was part of my family. I was taken aback and questioned why they thought that. The person claimed that they had seen me together with this old friend, but that simply wasn't true. This incident further fueled my growing paranoia.
Just two weeks after that incident, I observed some suspicious-looking individuals lurking near my workplace while I was taking a nap. I thought I overheard them discussing plans to harm someone. Needless to say, this intensified my already heightened state of paranoia. Yet, as the months passed, nothing actually happened, and I tried to move forward with my life.
However, the situation took another disturbing turn when I visited a prostitute the following year. Once again, I received an anonymous call, this time in Turkish, my native language, even though I'm currently residing in another country. The caller accused me of repeatedly contacting their number and threatened to ruin my life. This encounter deeply unsettled me, reinforcing the feeling that someone has been searching for me for years.
Adding to my growing concerns, just yesterday, I noticed a suspicious-looking individual in a car staring at me intently for a solid five minutes without averting his gaze. This incident left me feeling extremely unsettled and concerned for my safety.
Now, Reddit, I turn to you for advice and perspective. Am I simply being paranoid, or do these experiences warrant genuine concern? Should I consider leaving the country to ensure my safety? Your insights and guidance would be greatly appreciated.
Thank you all in advance for taking the time to read and respond.

I’m so FREAKING tired of having to pause and resume downloads to get it to download, or when that doesn’t work having to fully delete all my downloading videos and then go find them all again to restart downloading, or when even that doesn’t work just having to wait a few hours and try again to get it to work. I regularly have to go into zero signal areas so I like to keep content downloaded and it is so unbelievably frustrating that downloading videos only works right the first time about 50% of the time. It’s been like this for years and I’ve had a few different phones and make sure all updates are installed. How are they such a big platform (one of the biggest if not the biggest) and still have not figured this out? It’s legit pathetic, and I probably find it even more frustrating since I pay like 40/mo for a premium family plan so to me it’s like a service I pay for. FIGURE IT OUT YOUTUBE, ITS BEEN NEARLY 20 YEARS

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Florida

A 54-year-old Black man died after Florida jail officials refused to give him medication that kept his body from rejecting his heart transplant.
Dexter Barry was arrested for misdemeanor assault in November 2022 after allegedly threatening to beat up a neighbor during an argument over wifi access. No actual physical fight occurred. According to body camera footage reviewed by The Tributary, Barry advised an officer at least seven times that he needed his medication to survive. He was booked into Duval County jail, run by the Jacksonville Sheriff’s office.
The next day, Barry reiterated to a judge that he desperately needed his medication:

“I am on medication,” Barry told the judge. “I just had a heart transplant, and I haven’t taken my medicine all day since I have been locked up, and I take rejection medicines for my heart so my heart won’t reject it, and I’m almost two years out.”

Barry also told jail officials while in police custody; they made note of it, but never gave him the drugs.

The medical records, initially obtained by Jacksonville civil rights attorney Andrew Bonderud, show that Barry also told the jail’s healthcare providers about his medications. Barry only received his blood pressure medicine and a drug for cholesterol and his prostate, according to the medicine log.
Bonderud said he believes the jail not giving Barry his anti-rejection medicine “was entirely driven by profit and a profit motive.” Bonderud, who is representing Barry’s family, explained, “Generic cholesterol medication probably isn’t that expensive. But the heart transplant medicine is very expensive.”

Barry died at home three days after being released, having missed at least five doses of the anti-rejection medication.

Dr. Maya Guglin, an Indiana cardiologist on the board at the American College of Cardiology, said organ transplant recipients have to take anti-rejection medications because their bodies view the new organ as an invasion that must be fought off.
“If you just drop those medications, everyone is eventually going to reject that organ,” she said.
Even if medication is restarted, it will be too late, Guglin said.

South Carolina

A South Carolina man is suing the York County Sheriff’s Office after four deputies shot him nine times during a mental health emergency.
Trevor Mullinax was in his pickup truck on May 7, 2021, with a shotgun. His mother, Tammy Beason, was beside the truck talking to him. A family member called 911 to request a wellness check, reporting that Mullinax was suicidal.
Body camera footage shows the moment that deputies arrived on the scene, opening fire within seconds of leaving their vehicles.

“Prior to arriving at the Plaintiffs’ location, Sheriff’s deputies failed to plan, choosing instead to ride in like cowboys from a John Wayne movie, defaulting to using deadly force, immediately, without attempting to deescalate the situation, in complete disregard for State law/regulation, Sheriff’s policies, and/or County ordinances,” the lawsuit states.
According to court documents, the deputies fired almost 50 rounds at Mullinax, striking him approximately nine times, including in the head. The plaintiffs’ attorneys allege this happened despite Beason being in the line of fire and Mullinax having both his arms raised.

York County Sheriff Kevin Tolson has defended the deputies’ actions, claiming that Mullinax picked up the shotgun in his truck and the officers feared for their lives. Three of the deputies who shot Mullinax are still on duty.

“I tell all of my deputies that their goal is to serve the citizens of York County and then to go home safely to their families. Mr. Mullinax chose to put these men in danger by pulling a shotgun. These deputies responded appropriately to the threat as they were trained to do. Had Mr. Mullinax made different choices that day, deputies would not have been required to use force,” said Sheriff Kevin Tolson. “Our ultimate goal is to ensure the safety of the public and our deputies. Regardless of the outcome of this lawsuit, we want to reassure our residents that we will continue to provide high quality and professional law enforcement service.”

Mullinax survived numerous gunshot wounds, including three to his head. After shooting him, the department charged Mullinax with allegedly pointing a gun at them.

Plaintiff Mullinax, who somehow miraculously survived the horrific shooting, has maintained his innocence of the criminal charges brought by Sheriff’s deputies. Plaintiff Mullinax denies pointing, brandishing, or presenting a firearm in any threating manner at Sheriff’s deputies, and Plaintiff Beason, who was present and standing directly beside the vehicle in plain view of Plaintiff Mullinax, maintains Plaintiff Mullinax did not point, brandish, or present a firearm in any threating manner at Sheriff’s deputies.

Louisiana

The U.S. Justice Department filed a court statement accusing Louisiana officers of violating the civil rights of an autistic boy when deputies pinned him to the ground until he died.
Eric Parsa (referred to as E.P. in court documents), a “severely autistic” 16-year-old, was at a Louisiana laser tag event with his parents on January 19, 2020. As the family was leaving the venue, Parsa “began to experience a sudden sensory outburst” in the parking lot.

E.P. began to slap himself in the head, a behavior which is a common physical trait for many persons on the Severe Autistic Spectrum Disorder and is a readily observable manifestation of the person’s disability and anxiety.
Along with other repetitive motions, this repetitive head slapping is sometimes referred to as type of “stimming” and can be an attempt by the person with autism to calm themselves when confronted with frustration, anxiety and/or inability to communicate. It can also be used by the individual as a self-calming or self-soothing technique to try to avert or mitigate the severity of an outburst or as self-injurious behavior. It is a visible sign that the person may be experiencing or is about to experience an outburst.

During this outburst, Parsa began physically struggling with his dad. The manager of the laser tag venue called the police to report there was “a man with his autistic child…in a confrontation” in the parking lot.
Parsa then slapped the first officer to arrive on scene; he was taken to the ground and handcuffed. Deputies kept Parsa in a prone position on the ground, shackled, using their own body weight as a restraint.

The physical restraint of E.P. in JPSO custody began with a 6’3”, very large, over 300-pound deputy taking E.P. to the ground, striking him and then sitting on E.P.’s back, holding him face down, for approximately seven minutes. Eventually there were a total of seven JPSO deputies involved, sitting on, handcuffing, shackling, holding down, or standing by E.P. as he was restrained and held face down on his stomach against the hard surface of the parking lot. The final application of excessive force against E.P. involved a deputy using his forearm to place a choke/neck hold around E.P.’s head, shoulder and neck, as he lay in a prone position, with a deputy on his back, and other deputies holding down his arms and legs, while he was handcuffed and in leg shackles.

Jefferson Parish Sheriff’s deputies sat on Parsa for more than nine minutes, only releasing him after “his body had gone limp and he had urinated on himself.”

9 minutes and 6 seconds. This is how long this extremely dangerous, lifethreatening and forceful prone restraint, involving the use of the deputies’ body weight and holds, mechanical restraints, choke/neck hold, following a period of physical exertion, was applied to an unarmed, obese 16-year-old severely autistic child in the midst of a sensory outburst or meltdown.
During that 9 minutes and 6 seconds, there were several clear and distinct opportunities, when E.P. was secured, was calm, was not actively resisting, when the JPSO deputies failed to de-escalate, failed to appropriately reduce the use of force against E.P., and failed to intervene to prevent the use of excessive force by other deputies.
Once E.P. was handcuffed, they did not roll him onto his side. They did not sit him up or stand him up. They did not secure him in a vehicle. They did not continuously monitor him. Instead, they continued to hold him face down, on his belly, while applying unreasonable and excessive force, resulting in his death. It wasn’t until his body had gone limp and he had urinated on himself that the deputies rolled him into “recovery position.” By then it was too late

Parsa was taken to a hospital and pronounced dead. His parents filed a lawsuit against the Sheriff’s office, arguing that the deputies violated Parsa’s First, Fourth, Ninth, and Fourteenth Amendment rights, as well as the Americans with Disabilities Act.
Last week, the DOJ filed a statement of interest agreeing with Parsa’s parents:

Here, the record is replete with facts showing that several Defendants knew about E.P.'s disability before or on arrival to the scene and that others learned of his disability during the encounter…Plaintiffs have also put forth evidence that the deputies, who knew they were responding to a call for assistance with a child experiencing a behavioral health crisis, used force inappropriately to respond to a child’s known disability-related behavior…
Critically, nothing in the briefing suggests that E.P. had a weapon, that officers ever reasonably suspected he had a weapon, or that there was a threat to human life… because abundant facts show that Defendants were on notice of E.P.’s disability, a reasonable jury could conclude that Defendants should have reasonably modified their procedures in restraining E.P.

Others

An 11-year-old Mississippi boy was shot in the chest by a police officer after he called 911 for help for a domestic disturbance.
The family of a Georgia woman who died after she fell out of a moving police car is suing the department.
Three former Mississippi police officers were indicted last week for repeatedly using stun guns on a 41-year-old man, causing his death.
An independent autopsy released by family last week ruled that a schizophrenic man “eaten alive” by bed bugs in an Atlanta jail cell was homicide by neglect.
The FBI is investigating the fatal shooting of a tribal member in Arizona by U.S. Border Patrol after the man called agents for assistance.

Hi! I am 18F and I had my lap surgery with an endo specialist around the end of September of 2023. Obviously, my first period after surgery was horrendous as expected. My OBGYN put me on the Nexplanon implant to hopefully help my periods for the time being and keep the endo from coming back faster (Don’t remember when I got it inserted, but longer than a month after surgery). My periods were ok for a while, lighter than I have ever had before and not nearly as much pain, but still very nauseous. Now recently my past few periods, at least for a couple months now, have been terrible, especially the one I am currently going through. Excruciating pain, very heavy bleeding (I have bled through the nightly big pads a couple of times), and serious nausea, terrible bloating, hot flashes, light headed. I have contacted OBGYN and they have told me this was normal and that I will have to wait a couple of months for my body to settle. Is this true? Has anyone had the same experience? I am very tired of having to go through this absolute hell, especially the period I am going through as we speak feels as though I am recovering from lap all over again. I have an appointment coming up finally and I am praying something can be done to help me. Would love to hear other people’s experiences after lap and their periods after lap to see if this is abnormal or not. Thanks!

Speaker: "welcome back everyone glad to see you have returned today and glad to see new faces." "Now for those who are new here you will be able to download part 1 of the war between the Valtari and Humanity once we are done here." "Let us continue from where we left off."
As stated before first contact between the GU, The Valtari and The Human Republic happened on human territory. With the outcome of the Valtari engaging and destroying the human ship. Fortunately the vessel was able to alert the local forces in the Helios Nebula system. The GU with heavy casualty were forced to withdraw from the system while leaving The Republic on its own. The Nebula was home to a civilian world called Aldnoah with less than 10,000 ship at its disposal.
However, they did have the newest ships, space stations, orbital defense platforms and surface to space cannons.
Even out numbered 100 to 1 the Helios fleet wasn't going to go quietly into the dark. The plan? simple evacuate as many civilians as they can while they prepared for the Valtari assault. Helios command had received an incoming transmission from Republic command.
(Begin of transmission) "Helios command this is Republic headquarters we have received your distress signal and have dispatched the closest fleets to your location." "Estimated arrival of friendly forces in 3 days you must hold out for 3 days." (End of transmission)
Now to be told to hold out for 3 days would be insane even for our standards. And to be fair it wasn't that they weren't prepared for such a fight but they had a reason for such a request. This was their furthest colony they had and it was a very ambitious one at that. They weren't lacking in resources or space for expansion. The reason they made a colony so far out was simple to make first contact.
The humans even with their advancements they were still like children wanting to explore. They wanted to see what was out there and knowing that life existed out there they couldn't stop themselves. They made plans soon after and once it was settled a system was chosen. The system was chosen to be a civilian world as to show that they weren't a threat. Yet, that would backfire on that fateful day. With the civilians from Aldnoah rushing to evacuation centers and the fleet mobilizing to a defensive position the stage was set for a fight. And a fight they would have as no longer than 7 human hours after the transmission from command the Valtari had sent 20,000 ships.
For the past 25 years the Valtari had memorized the entirety of the GUs movement, deployments, tactics and their logistics so fighting them was not a worry. However, the humans not only being new to them but having strange designs for their ships had given pause to their advances. They didn't get to be in their position by being reckless and hot headed they needed information on this new enemy. That's why they delayed for 7 hours before sending in those 20,000 ships to Aldnoah.
Remember the Adjincord reported hundreds of thousands before being destroyed. Seeing only 20,000 warships the humans knew the enemy were probing for any weaknesses in their defenses. Unlike the GU who tried diplomacy in order to solve the problem humanity knew better. As soon as the Empires forces were in range of the defense grid they opened fire and as such they responded as well.
The 20,000 Valtari ships were mowed down like they were nothing. Now you are asking or thinking how if the entire GU arsenal could barely hold off the Valtari and this new species just wiped out 20,000 like nothing? Impossible right? Well you all would be mistaken and I don't fault you for it. Humanity their history revolves around them waging war near constant with one another and even in "peace" they still had conflicts. Those years before the Civil War The Republic had been developing many secret weapons to be used in such occasion and one was used that day. Warp cannons yes a stupid name but they had developed a weapon that after being fired the tungsten rounds would be warped from where they are to their destination.
However, from what little information the Republic had given us we can speculate that the rounds themselves don't warp. In fact we believe they wait a few moments after firing that they activate a warp drive either on their ships or stations. That didn't mean that the humans came out without a scratch. The remaining Valtari ships returned fire and as such before being destroyed had sent half the defense grid to their Graves.
They used this information to plan their next moves seeing as this new enemy is to be tested. Each Human grid comprised of 1,000 ships, several hundred defense platforms, and repair stations.
Aldnoah had a population of 50 billion lives and evacuating all of them would have been impossible with the available ships. By the end of the first day three defense grids were wiped out and only 60,000 Valtari forces destroyed. To the humans those numbers would have made a difference if it wasn't for the Valtari reinforcements. 250,000 Valtari ships arrived and began to encircle their enemies. They didn't want the Humans to make any escape attempts so they made sure to cut off all routes out of there.
Oddly one would wonder where were the GU while these events were unfolding. As stated earlier they retreated with heavy casualties and had jumped several systems to friendly space. That didn't mean they didn't know what was going on but on the contrary drones had been deployed to observe. What they observed was astounding they had just witnessed a force of 1,000 ships and several hundred defenses fought and destroyed a force 20x their size. Even if those defenses were wiped out in the end just doing that was unheard of up until that point in time.
The GU had began to amass its forces to conduct a surprise attack on the distracted Valtari forces. The GU believed that 100,000 ships would be sufficient in supporting this new species in defending its territory. However, as they received more information from the drone they realized they wouldn't be able to help in time.
The GU commander leading the task force witnessed 250,000 Valtari ships jump into the unknown system and began their blockade of it. With events going from bad to worse the commander requested an audience with GU high command for further instruction.
(Beginning of transmission from commander Zorvax to GU high command)
Zorvax: "GU Command this is commander Zorvax from task force spearhead we have disengaged with enemy forces and are awaiting reinforcements" "This is GU command I'm redirecting your incoming call to the counsel chamber they wish to speak to you."
(Momentary pause)
"Commander Zorvax this is counselor Jirax I'm reading your reports here and I'm having a hard time believing it mind explaining?"
Zorvax: "Sir the reports are correct we have engaged the enemy and have made first contact as well." "Sadly we detected the new ship destroyed and from what we're seeing their world here is being encircled as we speak." "Not only that counselor we have detected 250,000 more Valtari ships jumping into that system."
Jirax: "Commander how many ships do you have at your disposal at this moment?" Zorvax: "At this very moment sir we have taken heavy casualties and awaiting reinforcements." "We had planned on attacking the Valtari suppression fleet from their flank however, that has changed." "Those monsters now have 330,000 ships and we're to assume more are on their way."
Jirax: "And do you truly believe we should abandon these newcomers just because we're outnumbered?" "By all accounts this mishaps was an accident but that doesn't mean we are to abandon those fighting the Valtari alone." Zorvax knew the counselor was right but if he attempted to assist the new ones with their defenses now it would be a slaughter.
Zorvax: "counselor I'm sorry to say but while the Valtari are focused on the new ones we can regroup and formulate a counter offensive." For a moment both the commander and the counselor were just quiet. Jirax: "under normal circumstances you would be correct however, fortune smiles upon you today. A few cycles ago we had a fleet stationed two systems away from you for such an occasion." "That fleet comprises of 200,000 ships and will be on route to your position by the end of today." "They'll be put under your command and you're to assist in the defense of the new ones or in their evacuation."
Zorvax couldn't believe his luck even if they could defend them it wouldn't be enough but at the very least they had to do something. As he was finalizing the orders with the counselor his communications specialist interrupted them. Specialist: "Reporting Sir enemy forces have pushed further into the system and have begun the final stages of occupation."
Zorvax: "that's to be expected how many casualties from both sides?" Specialist: "Sir that's the thing from what I'm getting the Valtari have suffered heavy casualties and have held off their advances." Jirax: "how many did they lose specialist? If their forces are weakened enough we might have a chance in push them back." Specialist: "from 330,000 ships to 200,000 ships non of this should even be possible Sir." The specialist was in fact correct what species would be able to not only hold off the Valtari but make them pay for every ground they took. Jirax: "Commander Zorvax normally you’re to fully take responsibility for the situation you’ve brought upon the new ones.” “yet, it seems fortune truly smiles upon you as you have the opportunity to rectify it." "You’re to jump into the system with the additional ships and as soon as you engage the enemy make every attempt to contact the new ones and offer any assistance you can." "If they can hold out just one more day we can help them." "May the enlightened one see us through this."
Speaker: "well everyone once again that's it for today if you wish to download part 1 come to me after everyone has left. "If there's nothing else please have a pleasant evening."