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2023.05.30 12:38 Blazing_Sadness What does your ideal relationship look like?

Recently I shared with a long-time friend that I am asexual. After some explaining, she asked me a question that stumped me: "What does your ideal romantic relationship with a person look like?" This question was very hard for me to answer because I greatly value my independence and solitude, but also I've never known an intimate relationship without a sexual aspect (I only recently learned I was ace).
Other than bringing up personality traits of a future partner, I couldn't answer the question definitively because it mostly overlapped with platonic activities her and I do by spending quality time together.
So I'd really be interested to hear people who are in ace relationships, what does that dynamic look like? And how does/does that differ from the platonic friendships in your life?
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2023.05.30 12:37 wearecake Under an Instagram post about making flower bracelets with your significant other

Under an Instagram post about making flower bracelets with your significant other
I (rainbow censoring) made a comment saying that I’m gay and that I wish I had a gf to sit in a field and make bracelets with. This guy responded with the comment in the photo (side note: something about “default settings” really gave me the ick), I replied with my comment in the photo. They ended up answering “your welcome,bdw what means afab” and I told them. No reply back lmao.
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2023.05.30 12:37 marcuspapad not sure what the right approach is..

I don't know what to do.
I am now separated, after a truly beautiful marriage that went sour, quickly and painfully.
We are at the separation agreement stage.
My ex today has informed me that she does not want our daughter, 5 to be around men only households. She has trauma from past sexual abuse.
I have a very dear friend Jay, he has been my brother through all of everything I've experienced. Including insisting he watch me 24 hours when I was in a very bad place. Of which I am no longer, time and effort heals.
Jay has boys, and I do not want to risk anything for my daughter. I have no intention to fight this.
My daughter will be devastated. She loves hanging at Jays. My closest friend, with kids I have.
However our marriage ended in no small part due to a friend of hers, a husband of her close friend. The man, is a child but a loud, utterly obnoxious but eloquent buffoon and an truly infuriating personality.
He also was a recent drug pushing faux psychologist leading retreats to form what he often joked was a cult. He lead a movement of psychonauts, clean drug doers all in the name of elightenment. Don't get me wrong, they are great. But they are not the answer.
Then one day on trip in Jamaica he told me he wanted to give his son acid to fix his personality, "Id have done it already if wife let me", was his answer to my incredulity.
I told my wife, "oh you know guy, he's kidding"
I had already known he extremely regularly, often gave his 2 kids melatonin at night. Once berating a babysitter about whether he gave them their medicine. It was melatonin.
He was spiraling, I could no longer bear to be around him. He fought with, infuriated many many people, my exes own family tried to get him out of her life.
He has been to many parties, where he makes comments to strangers, and a fight breaks out because he's pissed someone he doesnt know, off.
He once asked a father at a wedding, watching his young daughter dance away on the dancefloor way past her bedtime, if he was a "daughter fucker". The context doesnt do the story any extra service.
The father had to be held back. The bride lambasting him days later.
He was put on paid leave for 2 years, for getting a blowjob on coke, in a bar by a friend of an ex student. This was not his MO, but I mean fuck...its everything
They are her closest friends.
It turns out he is bipolar, he has been manic for years. 5 year's of 70 mdma caps a year plus every other drug you can imagine doesnt help. He had a goddam ketamine mouth spray he formulated.
He is now off all drugs, he is on medication and is apparently a different guy. I've not seen him despite attempting to meet with him to discuss his behavior, I and many others were worried. He declined 3 attempts. He "wasnt in a good place".
I simply cannot bear to think they will be around this man all the time. She, ex, by her full support of him, will normalize if not cannonize him.
I dont want my kids around him, he has a uniquely pervasive way of hammering his otherworldly ways of thinking and doing things.
I feel now more than ever compelled to also add an expectation that she can see him very infrequently or preference is less than 5 times a year, for less than 48 hours straight.
This will seem spiteful, but it matters. I suffered trauma directly and indirectly for a decade by him.
By his own words "that boy aint right!" a phrase he'd dole out when someone argued him.
What do I don't, I don't know..genuinely.
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2023.05.30 12:37 Emmzerks I got diagnosed as neurodivergent later in life and it’s broken me

I (33f) was diagnosed with ADHD last November, along with a recommendation I be assessed for autism. I wasn’t surprised about the ADHD, but I was a little thrown by the observation that I might be autistic. Prior to starting medication, for about 4 years, I would have the same thought every single day: Life is so hard and I wish I wasn’t alive. Once I started medication, those thoughts stopped, my functioning got better and I was hopeful for the first time in years. But the nagging thought that I might be autistic has led me to realise that my experience of life is not at all normal.
With the exception of my partner and parents, no one in my life (personally or professionally) is aware that I suffer with extreme anxiety. I am successful - I have to 2 degrees where I was top of the class both times, I have advanced very quickly in my career and I am very good at my job. I appear confident, I’m intelligent, I regularly engage in public speaking, and I am described as charismatic. Even if I tell people that I suffer with anxiety, they don’t believe me, or they don’t believe how bad it is.
I’m waiting for an autism assessment, but I think in my heart of hearts, I don’t need one. I know I am. The more I learn, the more I see that it’s true. You can’t help but reflect on your past in these situations, and it’s truly painful to realise that I have spent my whole life masking and hiding who I am. I’ve tried to blend, so that no one will make fun of or be horrible to or attack me.
My mum had to answer questions about my childhood as part of the assessment and she said something that broke my heart - “She acted differently than other children, but she was also clever and when she realised she was different, she became quieter and much more private”.
I bend over backwards for people. I don’t do anything if it will inconvenience someone else. I flog myself at work to achieve results. I make people laugh as much as possible even though I am uncomfortable talking to anybody. I’m uncomfortable accepting any praise or anything that will single me out. When someone does tell me off, I’ll immediately apologise, even if I don’t understand or mean it. I do all of this because I don’t want to be attacked. I’m hypersensitive and I think if I say no to people, or don’t get people to like me, or single myself out then someone will be unkind and it will just ruin my already low self esteem.
I’ve started therapy and I’m going to be starting a journey to learn, understand and accept who I am. Internalised ableism has got me where I am now, so I’m going to unlearn that too. It’s so painful to know that I’ve done this to myself. Despite all of this, I don’t regret getting a diagnosis. Ignorance may have been bliss, but it wasn’t the truth.
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2023.05.30 12:36 BasicSith2 Journey to the Treetop

Where memories fade, love's essence ignites.
A car crash into a pine tree shatters the facade of a once seemingly blissful marriage. Jack's desperate attempts to bring down the tree with a chainsaw leave his wife, Hazel, wondering what has become of their bond. Is he still the same man she fell in love with three decades ago? As Hazel battles her fears, "Journey to the Treetop" invites readers on an emotional ride through the tumultuous landscape of a mind affected by memory loss.
CABIN ROAD is the gateway to paradise.
But why does this feel like a path to hell?
I smash into a tall pine tree that stands in the middle of the otherwise straight gravel road. I've gone around it hundreds of times before. But now, my fingers are firmly gripped on the steering wheel, disregarding all my commands. Have I become paralyzed?
A potato is wobbling on the dashboard, having obviously leaped out of the potato crates in the back seat. Jack gets out and strides to the front bumper. His lips press into a thin line as he appraises the destruction and cost of fixing it. Nothing should hold him back from swearing. But he maintains his composure, anger simmering just beneath the surface.
The memory of thirty years of marriage fills my mind. I question whether this man has drugged me. A fleeting thought that he might have crashed the car surfaces, but it seems too much of a stretch. I take a deep breath and try to clear my head.
In the rear-view mirror, Jack gets an axe from the trunk. He comes and gazes at me from my window, his eyes looking heavy and weary—like two precious pearls inside their oyster-like shells. I straighten and open the window:
“Thank goodness it wasn't worse.”
“I'll chop it down.”
“That’s a pretty big tree, Jack.”
Jack blinks several times.
“I do have a chainsaw...”
“Yes.” I wonder what stories this tree has witnessed during its lifetime. Will we see the marks of our journey on its rings? There’s always something that gets squeezed in tighter, begging to be unraveled.
“I'll drive you to the cabin and grab the chainsaw,” Jack says. “Prepare some coffee while I'm gone.”
Our short passage to the cabin around the bend is like shifting through the fog of memory. I'm in the kitchen. My fingers clench around the coffee tin can and spoon. Bewilderment engulfs my brain. I spot Jack with his saw. He slips around the corner, the curve of his bottom visible through his tight work trousers. I feel anxious about the crash. Did I deliberately hit the tree?
The measuring spoon slips from my hand. It drops onto the floor along with the tin can. I clean up the mess. Could someone drive into a tree on purpose? Accidents do happen after all. It's fascinating to see him take on this role of being so chivalrous. Far away from his academic duties.
As the chainsaw outside whines, I scroll through social media on my phone. People arguing about something or other makes me tired. I pick up a copy of Science magazine from the coffee table and scan through an article titled “Quantum Communication Across Interstellar Space,” authored by Jack. As usual, the details go right over my head. I like to amuse myself with the idea that it speaks about communicating with individuals who have passed away.
Billy's message pops up. He asks for money for a fishing trip with his buddies somewhere in Lapland. I am more than happy to support him since he’s enlisting in the army soon in July. My big boy.
I tell him about the car crash, and he gives me advice about a car repair store. Jack comes back earlier than expected. He plops into his seat, sweat beading on his forehead and the smell of resin emanating from him. He seems disappointed.
I pour coffee to the brim.
“Did the saw get stuck?”
Jack shakes his head and adds sugar to his mug.
“It got shattered under the tree. I stumbled...”
Silence descends slowly, like dust.
“My helmet cracked.”
“Do you want me to buy new parts when I go to the store?”
“No need.”
“But there's pruning and cutting to do first.”
Jack takes a bite out of a cinnamon bun.
“I can sharpen the axe.”
“Ask the neighbors for help, that's what they're for. You can also mow the lawn while I'm away.”
“The grass is already short— it'll die off.”
“You don't want ticks taking over! Think about your mother's joint pain. She would roll in her grave if—”
“Yes!” My answer is like a flyswatter, leaving no room for further discussion or quantum physics.
Jack is busy chewing on the bun. His regular coffee breaks, which have become part of his daily routine in his sixties, have honed impressive jowls.
We enjoy our coffee and stare at the lake. Calm as a mirror. I have a feeling Jack will soon suggest fishing. As I gather my things to leave, I call to him:
“Don't hurt yourself. Should I bring more buns?”
“I was thinking of skipping the sugar and wheat...”
I simply smile in reply.
“Can you refuel the car?” Jack asks.
I'm already off. The door slams shut in the middle of his sentence, but Jack knows better than to expect a response.
I jump into the driver's seat and immediately notice forgotten potato baskets in the back seat, but my mind drifts away before I can do anything about it. As I pass by our old well, I remember that we need to discuss connecting the cabin to a new water source. No matter what it costs, it needs to be done. Why should I agree to be responsible for our running water anymore?
I collide with something hard. Airbags abruptly inflate around me, disorienting me as my vision blurs. Struggling to escape from the tangled mess of seatbelts and inflatable bags, it feels like I'm an old person trying to climb out of a bouncy castle.
My gaze rests on the scene before me, but my thoughts can't understand it. I have plowed into a tree stump. The tree stretches over the ditch. Nearby the chainsaw lies crushed. The cutting chain is nowhere to be found.
I get back in the car. Should I phone Jack for an urgent call? Inhaling slowly helps me stay calm. Why didn’t he mention the tree stump?
Someone taps on my window
I jump and my neck stiffens up. I reach for the window switch.
“I should have told you about...” Jack says.
“The stump?”
“Didn't you see the tree on the ground?”
“I'm sorry. I was daydreaming.”
“Great galaxy, Hazel! You're burning through our last savings as if money grew on trees!”
Jack is being truly authentic with me. I stare back at him like some big-eyed exotic species from Madagascar that I can't identify in all this chaos.
Jack opens the door and starts to put the cushion back in its place. We turn on the engine, giving the accelerator a test ride.
“Let's go to a repair shop. I'm sure our insurance will cover this,” Jack suggests. “We can say that we had an accident with a reindeer.”
“You're supposed to report it to the police or game warden if you hit an animal,” I reply.
Jack pauses for a moment. He then reverses and drives forward again, but when he looks into the rear-view mirror, he slams on the brakes.
“I have a better plan.”
He retrieves an orange towing strap from the trunk, a burst of determination on his face. He connects the stump and the tow hook.
“Get ready. We’re going to take a quantum leap here.”
We buckle our seat belts with a single click as we prepare for the inevitable disaster. We had already made so many mistakes together, starting with raising our children—though sometimes failing was just part of parenting.
Jack revs up the engine. A sudden lurch forward, then Jack howls in pain as the stump smashes through the rear window, clambering through the seats and lodging itself onto the gearbox, trapping Jack's hand. He veers off toward the ditch.
The Milky Way spins around us, potatoes fly in the air and suddenly, all is quiet. We find ourselves upside down—surrounded by earthy potatoes and broken glass.
I try to break the silence:
“I just remembered: Billy's friend can repair cars at the vocational school much cheaper.”
Jack looks so pale, his face almost white. I guess he’s contemplating the next step.
Through the cracked windshield, I see the chainsaw chain lying in the ditch. How did it come to be rusting away? Maybe everything will go back to normal if we sit here and wait.
It feels almost as if we are flying in outer space, my nerves slowly calming down. But then a sudden stillness strikes that is anything but soothing.
“Jack, I’m feeling a bit dizzy…”
No answer.
I snap open my eyes and the scene in front of me has changed drastically. It’s like I’ve been sucked into some kind of surreal void.
I hear a tapping noise on the window. An apology and then a loud thud; a huge rock has been hurled through the glass. A stench of strong aftershave ferments around me. A burly arm reaches across to release the seatbelt. An elderly man growls something crude, nothing like Jack's usual scout-like words.
My eyes close as I'm being cradled away, and visions of Jack's mathematics and symbols flicker around in my mind. Is the soul truly free when there is no force of gravity to pull us down?
I don't know who my savior is, but I can sense his worry as his face reddens. He is in military garb.
I come to as I feel my head thudding against the rubble. Instantly, I yearn to run away, contemplating that perhaps this experience is only a dream, and I'm back in the cabin chamber, tucked securely underneath a cosy blanket. A blanket that grants me the power to perform heroic acts like disappearing in a puff of smoke.
“Are you okay?” he speaks in a familiar voice.
Fingers brush over my clothes, picking out pieces of glass. My pocket contains an odd bulge—a potato? Suddenly, everything clicks: an aged Billy, wearing a major's rank insignia. How could he have achieved that rank so fast?
“Son, what are you doing on this tree ring?”
Billy peers at me from across the way, accompanied by a mysterious female figure.
“We came to check on how you're doing,” Billy says. “Do you remember what happened?”
I raise my head and look around. There's nobody in the driver's seat of the car.
“Where is Jack?” I manage.
Billy furrows his brows like a detective would when weighing evidence. An image of the classic TV show Columbo flashes through my mind—he could lull suspects into a false sense of security before dropping the hammer of his sharp intellect on their inconsistencies. But I'm not hiding anything here. Though why are modern shows so bad? That's another mystery entirely.
“Mom, what were you doing out here? The road is an absolute disaster zone, with the car smashed up in the ditch.”
My thoughts swim haphazardly as Billy reads something from my expression, then casts his eyes towards his new girlfriend for assistance.
I try to get up but it hurts too much. Instead, I reach into my pocket and feel a sandy-sharp potato there. Maybe I can still wash it off.
“I’m fine,” I reply. “I need to get back to plowing the field... baking buns for Jack... buying a chainsaw...”
The darkness returns and I feel my body shiver. I'm in the car, traveling down bumps I've known for quite some time. Soon, I’m settled inside the cabin's living room on the couch. The coffee maker is gurgling in the corner of the room. Billy is on a call with a doctor about how to deal with grief and coping alone; it seems someone had died while cutting down a tree last year. He gets furious and threatens to take away the keys from the person he's talking to. It might be a good idea; many people have too many keys that they don't use anyway.
My head is spinning with thoughts about Jack's absence. Where did he go?
Someone runs water over potatoes while a pot clatters on the stovetop. My temper rises as I wait for Jack's return. I won't stay here by myself without an explanation from him. I call out for Jack until there's no sound left but my coughing voice.
I crave sausage soup, and I know I must go to the store. As I try to move forward, I am wading through tar. They guide me to the coffee table. According to Jack, time runs faster the more hunched your back becomes. Let it be and let us sit here, motionless, gazing at the tips of our shoes. Surely, time has slowed down in this moment.
Billy reaches out and takes my hand. A handsome, greying gentleman. His girlfriend also places her hand on top of the pile. Her name is Ewa. A beautiful name, something familiar about her.
But did I hear her calling me mother?
In the yard, a squirrel hops with a cone in its mouth. It freezes and stares at me. I avert my gaze. My hands suddenly look wrinkled. I summon the inner strength that I've been striving to find for an eternity:
“Do we have to leave now?”
Billy exchanges glances with Ewa and then looks outside.
“You don't have to walk this path alone, Mother.”
We finish our coffee without saying another word. The wind sweeps across the lake. A pair of swans take flight, and a duet of gentle honks echo across the water.
A shivering cold envelops me. Billy and Ewa take me to the car. The potatoes can wait.
The sun blazes brightly above us as we travel the cabin road; shapeless clouds dot the horizon and suddenly I sense a presence—as if someone is waving to me.
I surrender.
I believe I will be warmly welcomed.
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2023.05.30 12:36 Zipes_ An ai came up with this riddle, what’s the answer?

Two men in a boat One of the men stabs the other one with an ice pick. How does the second man survive?
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2023.05.30 12:35 Right_Nuh How do you calculate the divergence of a vector field that has a singularity?

Calculate the flow of the vector field F(x, y, z) = (1 / (x² + y² + z²)^(3/2)) * (x, y, z) out of a sphere with radius 10 and center at the origin.
I can't use the divergence theorem which means I have calculate the flux integral using double integral. It is my understanding that the shape of the surface doesn't matter so I picked a sphere with the radius 1. I first parameterized using sphere coordinates where r=1 and got:
x = ρ sin(φ) cos(θ)
y = ρ sin(φ) sin(θ)
z = ρ cos(φ)
Then I differentiated with respect to θ and φ and took their cross product to get the normal vector. Then I too the dot product of the vector which now is just equal to F=(x,y,z) where x,y,z have been replaced by the polar coordinate and my denominator is gone since r=1. Then I did the integral and got π² which is wrong. since the correct answer is 4π. What am I doing wrong?
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2023.05.30 12:34 ANM001 I (M34) found that my gf(22F) wasn't completely honest about not accepting a guy on her social media

TL;DR: My gf accepted on her Instagram and Tik Tok a guy that flirted with her days after telling me she didn't give him her social media because she had a bf. She says that she didn't think it would be a problem.
Basically, my gf likes to tell me from time to time how guys hit on her and how she evades them saying that she has a bf.
In one of those stories, she was in the hairdresser, and she saw this guy there which she recognized from this very specific television show. She asked him if it was him indeed, and he said yes. He then asked for her Instagram account. But she told him no because she has a boyfriend.
She told me that she didn't give him her Instagram account or anything. Well, yesterday she posted a picture of her and I got curious about this guy that liked her photo because I don't know him.
Guess what? That's the guy from that specific television show. She also follows him on tik tok.
At that second my anxiousness had gone on a rocket to the moon and my chest was already burning.
I called her to talk through video, and asked her why she has this guy from her small town who participated in "that" television show on her Instagram and Tik Tok if she told me she didn't give him her profile?
She asked who I was talking about?
I said his name to her (maybe she was trying to see if I was bluffing?).
She told me that he found her on social media, and she accepted him because she didn't see the problem.
I replied: You had said to me that you didn't give your profile to him. You don't even know him but you know that he was hitting on you. And then you accepted his invitation a few days later and you think this is fine? We've talked about how these things can hurt us. You lied to me.
She answer that it wasn't a lie because she didn't give him her profile. He found her later and she accepted because she didn't see the harm.
I said: Well that's a half-true in my book. Playing with words, distorting the truth, saying one thing, and then doing another after. That's all different ways to lie.
She didn't agree. We then started a heated discussion, and she also get mad. In the end, I told her that she had lost much of my trust in her.
And that this moment would get marked in our relationship.
I also told her that I need to see how I will feel from now on. That I don't know yet if I will be able to fully trust her again. And I will know that with time. But I don't want to be with someone I don't trust, and she also won't feel good if I don't trust her.
We were planning to make our relationship official by the end of this month. But I told her I was not sure anymore, and that I still need to know her a little more.
At the end of the conversation, she calmed down. She said she understands, and that it was her fault.
She asked for my forgiveness, that she was sorry to hurt me that way, that it wasn't her intention, and that she was naive to add him on social media, but it was only that, and that she had no ill intentions. And that she loves me.
She then told me to send her a message when I felt ok to talk again. That she doesn't want to make me feel pressured by her sending me messages.
We said good night by message, and she told me she loves me again.
She removed him from her social media and blocked him also.
I really don't know what to do. My head is thinking in a million different scenarios, my chest hurts, and I don't know if this is a HUGE red flag or if it's because she was naive and foolish and that's all, a simple mistake.
I have been married before, and my ex cheated on me, she lied to me for years. I always noticed little things that she did that didn't look like much, but they were.
What should I do now? Should I wait for her to contact me? Should I wait a while before saying something? Any suggestion on how to proceed? Any insights will be greatly appreciated.
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2023.05.30 12:34 VictoryGInDrinker A rather complicated question about buoyancy

According to flerfs we're being pulled down because of buoyancy force and the difference of density. If that is the case would 1 kg of mass weigh more high in the mountains since the air is thinner and it doesn't produce as much buoyancy force? According to the newtonian gravity model 1kg of mass should weigh less at the top of Mount Everest (9.81N at the sea level compared to 9.77N at the highest elevation) due to lower gravity. This should be measurable very easily with home scales (flerfs always like to prove their theories with household tools). What's the true answer to that and the gist of life?
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2023.05.30 12:34 DifficultIncrease845 Am I(24M) overreacting and being possessive in my relationship?

This is long so please bear with me.
A bit of background. I (an extreme introvert) and my gf(23F, an extreme extrovert) have been dating for the past 5 months. We were kinda best friends and I confessed last December. She first rejected saying relationships are like "mental torture", "it won't work out", "it will be a problem in her home" etc after a week of ignoring each other we spoke again. She tried to convince me to stay friends and I asked her to think about it and that we can't go back to being normal. She was crying and hurting so I backed off. But on New yr Eve I asked her one last time and she said yes. The next day she found out I was from a different caste so after 3 days of crying she broke up with me(Let's call this " the caste breakup"). We didn't speak to each other for 2-3 weeks but unfortunately used to work at the same place so it was awkward, I said let's at least cut social media contact for now. Then she said she didn't mean that break up and she was trying to think of a plan to manage her family. She felt so guilty that she tried to hurt herself on the hand. She said she only broke up with me for the time being but we talked about not taking these kinds of decisions alone and finally got back together.
We both have different texting habits. Whenever she's out with her friends or goes to her hometown she texts me at the end of the day to tell me everything abt her day but I'm always texting her to the point where people complain abt me always being on the phone. But no complaints from my side. I know I need to give her space.
Now this is where the actual problem starts, Timeline is of 3 days -
Friday night(the day before she goes to her hometown) - she cried a lot and said "She's not correct for me", "she's not treating me right", "She doesn't behave properly" and talked about how she's losing interest in herself and life, talked about self-harm and asked me to leave her repeatedly. I reassured her about our relationship and made her reluctantly promise that she will tell me whenever she has these thoughts again. I said let's talk properly about this when u r back. She said ok.
Saturday - She went home and slept the whole day and I was also out with my friend so we didn't talk much. But She was ok till Saturday evening. There was no msg on Saturday night, slept early ig.
Sunday - single-word reply to Saturday's msg and that's it. I said "Good morning" but there was no reply. She kept sending snaps and uploading stories throughout the day but nothing on my chat. Only a "good evening" in the evening and "abt to sleep" msg at night. Thats it. No usual "update abt her day" at night. I thought she was completely ignoring me.
Monday - She came back to the city in the morning. Didnt tell me when she came back. The way I found out was through a snap she sent me in the afternoon. I thght she was going to break up with me for my own good. I got flashbacks from "the caste breakup"(because she does the "I'm doing this for ur own sake" thing). So I didn't text her. we didn't speak the whole day.
Later that night she asked me if I was upset that she didn't reply on Sunday. She kept telling me about how her relatives came and she was busy with them etc. I said I understand all of that but is your behavior over the past 3 days normal? she got irritated and said "UK I give late replies when I'm at home right?" and straight up just said "ok sorry for spending time with my family". I said, "after what happened on Friday, how can u not text me properly for 2-3 days. What should I make of this situation?" and she said "what do u mean "what should i make of this situation?" what did u think?". I asked her to stop and analyze what happened over the last 3 days and look at it from my perspective. She didn't answer that. She repeatedly kept saying she was busy so didn't text but I didn't text her even though I was free. she got irritated and brushed it off saying she'll text me next time. Then I said I thought u were going to break up with me. Ur behavior on Sunday was not usual and on top of that with what happened on Friday it was very worrisome. She apologized but asked why is sunday not "usual behavior", I said its not because we never went a whole day with only 3 msgs. She kept saying she was busy with her relatives and went to a movie. Plz try to understand. etc. I said I would have texted her "I'm watching a movie" before or in interval or after the movie. She said just after the movie she was supposed to meet her friend so she called and told her that she can't. This is the reason she didn't text me(didn't make any sense to me). Whenever I ask her about something like this she compares me with her frnds saying she's like this with everyone(Should I not expect some sort of special treatment from her?). She just wasn't having any of this. She said her behavior on Sunday was absolutely normal. So I just said ok I think I'm being too clingy, obsessive, and possessive about u. I'll back off a little. I'll also text u only when I'm free. I won't bother u when u r busy. she said ok fine.
Did I cave in or am I the actual problem? I'm very confused. Please let me know.
TL; DR - GF said she was not correct for me, talked about self-harm, and asked me to leave her. Then she didn't speak properly with me for 3 days. thought she was going to break up and when I asked about it she acted like I was overreacting. Am i the problem in this relationship?
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2023.05.30 12:33 jinu- help

So, I met this girl Kylea. About 2 years ago. She was dating my co-worker's son. This was back when I used to work at a liquor store. She started working there too and because we were pretty much the only people our age, and because we worked with each other so much, I kind of developed a crush on her. I was 2 months out of a year long relationship. We used to flirt(jokingly) all the time. I never thought too much about it. Then my co-workers(not her boyfriend's mom) started pointing it out that she might have a crush on me too. Apparently, she made it pretty obvious but I'm just dense like that. She started telling me things about her relationship and how her boyfriend was kind of abusive. One Sunday night when it was just us two in the store and it was pretty quiet, she came on to me pretty strong. I was 23 at the time and pretty lonely, going through some of the worst years of life. I had just lost my mom to cancer the year before and had just broken up with my girlfriend because I didn't feel my heart was into the relationship anymore. I wasn't finding joy in anything, other than going to work and getting to spend time with Kylea. She was so much like me, we pretty much became best friends. That Sunday night, we figured we would eventually end up fucking. I knew she was in a relationship, and I wasn't looking for one, so I assumed we were on the same page. Next week, I picked her up, brought her home and we did it. Not to brag or anything, but it was the best sex of her life, and mine. She came about 6 times and took me an hour and half to finish. We were exhausted, and she was so sore she couldn't walk. The ride back to drop her off was weird. She was looking at me differently. She came over again the next day. This time as well, all that passion and sexual tension of months led to great sex. She said she loved me in the middle of it, while looking into my eyes. I said it back. After that night she never left my place. Her boyfriend eventually found out after a week or so(I had asked her to tell him, and end things with him like an adult plenty of times). Around the same time my roommates were fed up with me too because of Kylea staying over all the time. She moved back with her parents, and after getting kicked out of my place, I couch surfed at a friend's for a month and a half, and eventually(after about 5 months) found a place for me and Kylea. She moved in after a month and half. We had both quit our jobs and moved to a new city, looking to start a new life. We were talking about marriage all the time, and having sex, laughing, dancing. I was in love. And I believe so was she. She couldn't find a job and I was on a work permit in a foreign country, which was ending in 4 months. I took care of her and covered her for the next 5 months. We decided we would just get married so I could get residency and keep on working. We wanted to have kids and our own place. I was 24 and we had been dating for over a year, I was sure that this was the woman I was going to marry. I met her family, and she was the first girl I ever introduced to my family. I was her first boyfriend that her family liked. Everything was perfect. Then, this January, she got fired from her job for nothing that was her fault. I'll admit that she did not deserve that. I truly believe that. But before moving forward, let me give you all some context. She was still texting her exes while she was with me, and when I found out and confronted her, she got mad. She started punching me and shoving me, and I managed to keep myself in check. I picked up my basketball and left to go play ball so I could not think about it. It didn't work. Then she came looking for me, crying and apologizing, and I melted. I could not not forgive her. I loved her. She said she wouldn't do it again and I forgot about it. Coming back to January 2023(the whole texting thing happened in August 2022), she got fired and next month happened to be her turn to pay rent. I bought her hair dye, a hair straightener and a new hair dryer because she had always wanted one, and I wanted to see her in better spirits. She dyed her hair the next day. She straightened her hair the day after that. Day after that she met me outside the house, and she was looking gorgeous. She had makeup on, and red straight hair. I was blown away, truly happy and ecstatic. Delighted even, because she seemed to be in a better mood. She said she was going to go to her mom's place for the night. I said okay and kissed her, and told her I loved her. She said she loved me too. She gave me a tight squeeze, and said goodbye. For some reason, that night, her leaving made me really sad. Almost to the point of tears, as if I knew that was the last time I would get to see her. She picked that up too and told me not to cry over her, as she shut the door behind her. Next three days I kept texting her and waiting for her reply. She would send me a single text every night, saying she was going to stay one more night. I trusted her. The fourth day, Friday, I got off work and was looking forward to coming home to her. She wasn't home still. I texted her but didn't get a reply. And then I made a mistake, I texted her mom. I asked her mom if she could get Kylea to reply to my texts, and her mom told me that she wasn't there, nor had she been for a while. I broke, then and there. I texted her the screenshot of her mom's text and told her not to come home. I asked her if she was cheating on me, she said no and that she was with a friend(refused to say who, said "does it even matter") and just needed some space to think things through. We were supposed to get married the next month. After that, she blocked me and wouldn't reply to her mom, or me. After a month of a constant stream of texts, and just general degeneracy, I stopped texting her. Then my manager from the liquor store texts me and tells me that she saw Kylea, with her ex. The one she told me used to hit her. The one she told me was an alcoholic, to the point where he had trouble getting an erection. The dude was a couple of years younger than me. I turned 25 last month, and its been 4 months since she left. I have no answers. I don't know what I did wrong. Maybe it's karma, maybe its just bad luck. I know I'm not the only person this has happened to, but it still hurts so much. I keep thinking about her from time to time. I keep getting Google photos memories of her and me. I can't bring myself to look at the pictures, nor delete them. I even downloaded Tinder again, on the advice of some friends. I've talked to some girls and tried to put myself out there. To find a distraction, to find someone better, or to find someone I deserve, however good or bad I am. Her cheating on me was not my fault, but I can't help but blame myself, for being so naive, and stupid.
Kylea, you'll probably never see this, and honestly I hope you don't. I don't want to give you the satisfaction of thinking that you found something else(while you were with me), and I'm still struggling to come to terms with the fact that its over.
I remember you crying and telling me how much you loved me, and how I didn't realize how much I meant to you. Outside that Indian restaurant on 90th Ave and Scott Rd.
I remember you preferred my chicken and alfredo pasta over everything else I'd cook for you.
I remember you telling me, a month before you left me, on Christmas Eve, how happy you were that your mom and dad liked me. That your sisters liked me. And how much that meant to you.
I remember you telling me how you would stick with me through everything, and that you would never cheat on me.
I remember telling you things about my mom I have never told anyone.
I remember your favorite drinks, and favorite spots to chill.
I remember how much you loved Dom(my best friend's kid), and how I had no answer for him when he asked me where you were.
I remember all the things I gave you and all the things you gave me because I had to go through all our stuff and seperate it, so your parents could come pick it up.
I remember everything, and nothing.
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2023.05.30 12:33 greatcollection Shopify support app

Hi all, I founded a Shopify returns management app around 6 years ago which was acquired last year. During my time growing this app I could see the customer support challenges our customer had. The team I built this app with are now creating a Shopify support app which utilises the openAI API along with implementation of agents and tools to deal with all common customer queries using the retailers knowledge base, and API calls to various different systems including Shopify. We are now looking to work with Shopify early adopter retailers in exchange for free for life usage of the app. We are already working with customers from our existing base, but want more :). If anyone knows of any, it would be great connect. Also looking for partners to work with on growing this in exchange for revenue share if you work with shopify retailers. Website is
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2023.05.30 12:32 DrAnneBrown The Symptoms of Codependency

If you grew up in a family with lots of dysfunction e.g. alcohol, anger, illness physical or mental, Borderline/narcissistic (it is all about me), or any other phenomena other than adult people being normal loving parents to their children you may have developed the symptoms of codependency.
A quick test for you to ask yourself if you subscribe to any of these: “don’t rock the boat”, “everyone needs to like me,” “I hate conflict”, “asking myself what is important to me” is selfish,” if people really knew me they would know I was a fraud”. If the answer is YES, heads up and read on.
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2023.05.30 12:32 Round-Benefit2022 How long does it take for one to be eligible for initiation post the YSS basic lessons?

No one really gives a clear answer to this. Everyone just evades it by saying just be devoted. I understand that Bhakti is the fastest way to reach god, but wanted an honest answer and insight into. What should be a fair expectation with respect to the waiting time after basic lessons?
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2023.05.30 12:30 Inouc Help me understand why i just fried a heap of components.

Help me understand why i just fried a heap of components.
  • 12v input
  • There are two bucks and the step down converter in the dev board feeding the 5v rail.
  • The Raspberry pi and router are powered via USB cables which are connected to the 5v rail.
It's worked great during bench testing with a 12v, 3a power supply. Everything was stable and happy for 3+ days of testing
I connected it today to the 13v lithium battery and left the RPI and router disconnected in case of a disaster. With all going well after powerup, i then connected the RPI and router's usb and got magic smoke from the ESP devboard, the RPI and the router.
It now tests 12v on the 5v rail.
I'm absolutely devastated and it appears that for some reason, the 12v has shorted over to the 5v rail, blowing everything up. The question is, why !? Help me understand what went wrong so i can make sure the $100 of components don't get fried again!
The only thing i can think of is a catastrophic failure due to there being ~3 bucks involved when a load was applied (plugging in the PI etc) which caused a catastrophic short somehow?

Crappy diagram (assume the bucks are connected correctly)
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2023.05.30 12:30 hydomel Parents asking how much experience you have

I've just started working as a paediatric speech pathologist in a private practice after graduating the end of last year (I've been working for 4 months). As I've grown my caseload, I've already had 4 different parents ask me how much experience I have/how many years I've been working as a speech pathologist. I'm stuck between a rock and a hard place with this question as I can't lie, but as soon as I answer their question, I feel like my families don't trust my opinion as much or the quality of my work. It makes me feel really anxious when they ask this question, even if I feel that I've built a good therapeutic relationship with them. How do/did you guys navigate this situation? Any tips for my families who have already found out I'm a new grad? Thanks so much!
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2023.05.30 12:30 Informal-Chart-8199 Simulation error upon refining the mesh

Simulation error upon refining the mesh
Hi all,
I have a simple model with parallel leaf flexures that I subject to a load that results in a very large displacement. When I run this model with a coarse mesh I get no error and the simulation is finished in a minute. However, in order to get a more accurate result I refine the mesh in steps looking for convergence. The first two steps of refinement run smoothly, but when refining the mesh even more I get the following error almost immediately.
From what I have read on the internet this is usually an error that is seen in models where one or more parts are not properly constrained which results in instability in the first step. However, if that was the case then this error should also occur with a coarse mesh right? Where in my case the error only occurs when the mesh reaches a certain point of refinement.
Any help on this problem and how to solve it would be very much appreciated. Have a great day all!
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2023.05.30 12:30 DrAnneBrown Backbone Tools: From Codependency to Dignity

If you grew up in a family with lots of dysfunction e.g. alcohol, anger, illness physical or mental, Borderline/narcissistic (it is all about me), or any other phenomena other than adult people being normal loving parents to their children you may have developed the symptoms of codependency.
Quick test for you to ask yourself if you subscribe to any of these: “don’t rock the boat”, “everyone needs to like me,” “I hate conflict”, “asking myself what is important to me” is selfish,” if people really knew me they would know I was a fraud”. If the answer is YES, heads up and read on.
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