Average iq of 13 year old

The charge is a check fraud and it is a six month sentence. My 15 year old daughter is enthusiastic about visiting and she has a good relationship with her mom but I don’t know if it’s a good idea. Not because of her mom but simply seeing the environment, other inmates, and guards

Background - MIL boundary stomping history *announced pregnancy to others within 1 HOUR of leaving the dinner where she was told by DH and myself, she was asked explicitly to keep it to herself as we were ONLY telling select immediate family members for an undetermined timeframe, we were clear that when we were ready to tell more people/other family we would. Received a text message from MIL’s friend congratulating us on our way home from dinner, so we knew for certain she’d done it. I was livid! *MIL repeatedly texted name ideas despite being told we had names at the ready for when we knew the gender and wouldn’t stop insisting on other names she liked. *MIL belly grabs without any warning, asking or consideration of me then storms out when I step back and ask nicely that she not do that. *MIL salty & rude to my friends (but also our friends) during a gathering in our home when DH isn’t around and denies it *MIL bought DH a birthday cake despite knowing well in advance I’d pre ordered a custom cake of his choose at his request, announces it to me rubbing in my face when no one else is around and insists it was “to help because what if he wants the other cake just to himself.” *MIL made nasty comments to me about how I don’t love or respect DH and denied it to him *MIL gaslit DH repeatedly about her coldness and treatment of me *ignores me and doesn’t speak to me at all on some occasions *lies to her family about smoking, doesn’t care about our boundaries with third hand smoke exposure, insists she won’t smoke in front of/near baby yet she smokes in front of my her kids when they were young. Her car REEKS - all those dangerous chemicals & residue. I will not have my child in there! Not all inclusive list
Now - we’re near the very end of pregnancy, over 35 pregnancy with some minor complications on my end but LO is growing great. We do have another son who is older preteen. We decided long ago before we got pregnant that no one would know my due date - except 2 chosen friends, one his one mine. This was fair and equal to both families and both MILs (both our moms) and dads, great grandparents etc so we could avoid intrusions at birth, right after etc. I had a very overwhelming birth the first time with Ned to no say or privacy and don’t want to relive that mental trauma and challenges especially with our mothers. They’re A LOT.
Since MIL is excited for her first blood grandchild, she seemed to think she was going to get a hospital invite. That was a no. Same for my mom. Shut that down. This is “our” time, experience and moment - “we’ll call you when we’re ready.” You get the idea. My mom was mad at first but she’s gradually gotten over it and been better about staying in her lane.
Found out today that DH has lied to me. Accidentally saw a text / he did tell MIL my due date, looks like some time ago and I had an inkling bc of an accidental comment she made about my pregnancy timeline in past but honestly thought it was an airhead slip on her part. But her face when she said it gave me enough pause to save that for later and I asked DH, he insisted he didn’t break the trust and our agreement.
Today was a OB appt w/ US. Huge exciting appt also bc the end is near. Got so much news today. On way home naturally we texted our chosen one point person but afterwards he kept at it at his phone - not normal. DH is the person that texts his friend, gets a reply, and responds days to weeks later and answers the phone rarely. Something felt OFF. Long story short, upon getting home I realized it was MIL when her name kept popping up repeatedly. He sent her US photos without MY medical info cropped out and absolutely mentioned the accurate timeline for due date . She waxed poetic about her excitement and how ready SHE is for HER grand baby.
Yeah no, birth is not a spectator sport for anyone. MY uterus isn’t an incubator. I am not uncomfortable, sick and tired and in pain for HER.
I confronted DH about his betrayal and that is given him multiple opportunities to be honest and fess up bc I had such nagging suspicions about it that were confirmed today that he did in fact lie to me by denying he’d told her and that his face says it all. He didn’t have jack shit to say.
I’m livid. Like what the fuck, we agreed on this long before we even conceived. We told OUR FAMS D day was further out by a month then reality ON PURPOSE. My parents don’t know. My grandparents don’t know. My sister nor stepsister don’t know. Just my chosen point person my BFF and she would be the only person I’d want DH to call if I end up wanting a support person in delivery room other than DH. I am steadfast though and was so fifty seven shades of clear that I just wanted DH and I to do this together while our trusted contact helps with our older child if need be.
I am not going to play second fiddle to MIL. I have been so kind and fair to her yet she’s treated me so nastily since just prior to pregnancy. Totally flipped switch. We’ve been married 5 years. I’m too old for this bullshit. I asked for boundaries and support and privacy in our pregnancy, birth and recovery. It’s not hard. We were so United front and now I guess she just gave into her gaslighting bullshit felt guilty and told her. For what? How’s that supposed to make me feel safe, supported and respected as the wife, #1 priority? He’s so big on privacy and what’s our business is ours and we don’t tell our moms - they’re nosy & they meddle. WTF is this?!

My 12 year old dog was put down five days ago, and I don't think I've ever felt so broken. I've had him since I was a little kid, we literally grew up together. I really truly loved him, and he loved me more than I ever felt from any other living creature. With him I learned the meaning of 'unconditional love,' and now I fear I'll never have that again. Because he's not a human, no one seems to understand the grief of it. I have final essays and exams to get done, people are rushing in excitement about summer, but I can't bring myself to even pick up my pencil. I thought I had more time with him. Even one more afternoon walk, one more belly rub, one more look at him. I can't really talk about this with anyone I know because they would never understand. He wasn't just a dog to me. I really do mean it when I say that I've never felt anything close to the love he's given me. I knew that to him, nothing I could do would stop him from loving me. He's been by my side for so long that now I feel incomplete just existing.
I know it's only been five days and it will take time to heal, but does anyone have any advice for trying to get back to normal, at least for a little while?

Its like buddy I’m not about to read all that waffle you just spat because it’s absolutely pointless. Don’t get me wrong, a quick sentence is alright i have no problem with that. Still not gonna read it but I’m sure someone else will. But those mfers with just paragraphs of the most boring analysis in the world. And have you actually read one of them, I have, its not only obviously copy and pasted right from chat gpt, but if not then its just pages of shit that a 4 year old could of picked up on, but they use big words to sound smart. Fucking hell, who the fuck has enough free time where instead of doing more important shit like anything else, decides to write a hundred and fifty fucking lines of bullshit. ik I cant really talk because I had the time to write this out but you gotta understand man. This shit is starting to piss me off. If you are one of these people and you got offended by me then I’m sorry my intent is not to offend anyone I just wanted to rant for a sec about something I keep seeing on youtube .

Female 25 years old. I take iron supplements for anemia. 4 days ago I was elbowed in the lower middle stomach with quite a bit of force (I was laying down and they fell down on me with their elbow going first). It hurt a lot and I started cramping in my stomach almost immediately after but there was no bruising or anything other symptoms. It’s been 4 or 5 days now and I’m still getting cramping daily intermittently that radiate from my lower stomach to my back. I’ve only experienced this type of cramping during my period so I’m feeling worried about it. Any ideas on what could be going on? Thank you

I’ll try not to make this long, and honestly it may sound sick, although I don’t intend it to. I feel like it is a gust of karmic Justice though
Throughout my almost 30 years of living my Narc Mom has just never been there. She is just your typical Narc Mom: does not care, selfish, gaslights. I don’t view her as a mom merely as a birth giver. Throughout the years I wasted time with counseling sessions with her, begging, pleading, crying, even asking a pastor if he could “heal” our relationship.
I soon came to realize that there was nothing I could do.
So I went a few years just pretty much pretending she was dead, it was like a ghosting breakup: no final say, just simply stopped speaking and drifted apart. No updates.
Fast forward from those years I am now a mom, to a boy I will admit I absolutely worship and is the center of my world. I made it a point to not be my mom - I would be empathetic, compassionate, and listen to my son.
Life seemed good. Until last week, she called, asked if we could speak. I thought about it. At this point I felt I had no attachment or emotions so I actually agreed. I thought honestly what else can she do.
She comes to my home and acts like we have been best friends for years. Says hello all chipper, I just say hello monotone.
We sit down. She says “I’d like to talk about mending our relationship”
I’ve heard this before. This time I have no emotion. I listen and let her speak. After a while, I actually see her starting to get upset.
“Don’t you want a relationship? Why don’t you want a relationship? What can be done to mend this? I think it’s best to mend this”
Her questions become frantic. Then it happens. The tables have turned. The little girl I once was, with tears in my eyes begging for love, she is now in her place, 67 years old and bad health, begging me, for the same thing.
I am an emotional person. I didn’t say anything. Nothing. I didn’t shed a tear. I seriously felt like it was freaky Friday and we switched places.
She left, again it was like it was like time: no closure, no compromise. Just ending at that.
I feel as heartless as this sounds, it gives me a sense of final closure. I went from begging, to now her begging me.
But it’s too late.

Guys I’m siicckkkk of my boyfriends mom!! I had a one on one talk with this women about setting boundaries and space between me and her son/ soon to be baby’s father. I told her I don’t like that she goes in and out our room as she pleases! We leave condoms and lube out and she comes in and cleans up the room and washes the sheets! I’m like your son is 31 years old that’s not right! I’ve been sleeping on the couch in the basement until my bf gets out of rehab so all my stuff is upstairs in our room.. i heard her leave the house so i took that opportunity to go upstairs and get some of my clothes. I walked in and the room is clean and there’s fresh bed sheets!! Guys I am beyond livid!! What is wrong with this women?? All I asked you was for some space and privacy and boundaries!! She completely disregard what I said! I’m 17wks and so easily irritated..!! I hate her ! Ugh I’m sorry I’m so mad right now 😤

I apologize if some of my terminology is off; I'm new to bikes. but I just picked up a few year old Kona Splice that I can't seem to get the shifting set properly and has led me to believe that the derailleur isn't the problem, but the indexing trigger unit is faulty. Did a 25 mile ride on Sunday and about halfway in the thumb lever to shift to a larger cog didn't seem to grab until I snapped it a few times. I've been looking into friction shifters(?) For a more robust upgrade to just replacing the index shifter that is stock, and it seems like the microshift 2/3*8 would be a good fit. Does anyone have any other recommendations or tips on shifters?

I'm nearly 20 years old and despite graduating high school at 15, I've never attended college. I have very few childhood friends, I haven't had many cool life experiences, I don't have any talents or skills or a future planned out. My parents were extremely controlling of me so I wasn't allowed to make friends growing up, or hang out with people after school, or attend sports/extracurriculars, but they also neglected and traumatized me a lot. It was like being kept prisoner and being thrown away at the same time. Now, I'm just a shell of a person. I feel empty, too. I have social anxiety near new people and psychological problems from being abused and there's so much stuff about being a functional adult that I wasn't taught and I don't even know how to start learning.
I have a hard time doing normal tasks like cooking (touching wooden spoons) or showering because of anxiety/trauma. I live with my boyfriend, on his income, and I feel ashamed that I wouldn't be able to survive without him (both emotionally and financially). I know there are things that I would like to do but I feel like I'm so behind.
Yesterday I told my boyfriend's friends that I hate clipping my nails because of how much it hurts and they were all surprised that I find it painful. Turns out I've been clipping my nails way too short because that's how my parents did it and I just thought that was normal. I wonder if other things are like that too - I grew up in such a dysfunctional household that I'm not aware of it when I'm unnecessarily hurting myself. I don't know how other people do things and I don't know what I don't know.
I grieve for who I could've been had I been loved and supported as a child. I wonder if I would've been independent, and outspoken, and chasing my dreams right now. I wonder what sort of dreams I would've had if I'd been encouraged to have them, if my sense of self worth hadn't been destroyed as a child. I wonder what I would be like if my talents were nurtured, if I was taught how to socialize, if I was encouraged and loved. I wonder about a person who doesn't exist and grieve her existence even as I continue to live.

My parents have been Separated for little over a year now and they just sent in all the divorce paperwork stuff.
I'm 22 I have an old brother 24 and younger brother 18
Since this Whole thing has started a little over a year ago. I feel like I haven't had time to myself, i feel like I haven't had a moment to breathe and be free. There's always a part of me that's thinking or worrying about somebody in my family.
Since the beginnig I feel like I've taken on the weight of all of this. I've been the center of contact between everybody in my family making sure that everyone's on the same page
I'm exhausted, I'm drained, I'm sad

I live in bronx New York city. I was born in Dominican Republic to a black dad and a white mom. I constantly ignore who I am. I don't like bachata or reggetton (If you dont know what that is its a music genre originating in latin american, youve probably heard it while walking down the street or scrolling on tiktok). I don't like any of the exotic food we tend to constantly serve for lunch AND dinner, and I HATE how loud we are. Seriously, why whenever we have a family meeting we just have to be loud and obnoxious and laugh like animals? It makes me angry. The hatred I had for this grew more when I facetimed my white friend who lives in idaho and everybody in her family was so classy and reserved. My nosy self noticed that on all the little bits i got to see her phone panning to her family everybody was sharing jokes and chats with eachother, and her family was almost as big as mine. I liked it, I told her I love how the environment she lives in is and she said she didnt agree and thought of it as boring. Whenever I looked at other (mostly white) families on TV or social media or literally anything else, they're always so happy without being loud and crazy. However in recent years tv has tried to put in inclusiveness by closely and detailed-ly interpreting non white families, I saw a Latin American family on Oxygen and it was so spot on how loud and obnoxious we are, and I hate it. I know I'm just talking about family but that's just part of my problem. Every body at school is 10 times louder and even more obnoxious and uneducated. They have respect for nobody. Theres a TON of gangsters here in the bronx. You hear them EVERYWHERE. Pressumably most of them wear ski masks to school and jump eachother. It's tiring. It's weird. One of my classmates got shot in his arm and had his hand burned due to gang relation at 14. 14. Like honestly? I cant. What made me glad I wasn't like him was the fact that he still "jacked" all the gangs he said he associated with. I also hate the trends. I forced myself to get airforces, jordans, and nike clothing after I was clowned in oth grade for wearing vans to school. I wore vans because I love the fashion we dont have here in the bronx, teens in california wear baggy pangs and t shirts with matching accessories... i love it. It fit me perfectly. But when it came to be myself.. i realised the hard way that absolutely nothing is going to be the way I wanted to be. If I wanted to make it and have friends I'd have to force myself to be exactly like everybody else. And I hated it. But like I said, NOTHING will ever be the way I wanted it to be. I am currently In a big friend group and I am the quiet one, I never talk, I always lay my head down while everybody else is loud and having fun in a, what I find gross manner. The setup. I could never. Why are they like this? Its stupid. I understand knowing your worth and not letting anybody talk about you or anything related to you, I also think that way, But that doesnt mean that they all have to behave like that. Were so young wasting our lives on anything but making happy memories. I'm so grateful for the 3 friends I have made who also happen to be classy like me but know how to have fun the correct way. We aren't that close tho, they don't value friendships as much as I do. Here's where the FOMO comes in, over the past 2 years I have realized how white people tend to be more sophisticated and logical. At one point I considered myself jealous because of how they get to have more fun and not worry about being shot by gang members. Their schools are SO MUCH BETTER, the higher marojity tend to be clean, be nice, look nice, everybody knows each other no matter what... here in the Bronx we have mold outside of our schools and dirt filled on our floors that are FEET up the ground. I hate it here. I want to live high school like it's a series, I want to watch myself grow up in a perfect environment. I tried convincing my parents to move but were taking the 3rd world in us with us by being higher 3rd class... I don't even have my own room. I haven't had my own room since I was 5. It hurts me, I want a room to decorate and have some privacy, Ive been sleeping a fucking living room since we moved here. And I am a 16 year old, I am only a few years from moving out and becoming an adult. It traumatizes me. I will never have my own room to have memories in. I will never have a tv to watch whatever teens are tuned up to nowadays. I will never have memory pictures of me and a group of friends just because we don't have money to spend on small things like that. It hurts me. I wanted my teen years to be amazing. I guess they won't be. I am looking to go to college in a less populated state in the north, maybe it will heal the trauma I got from the fact that I don't have people like me around my environment. I know this is going to be 100% ignorant and rude and weird of me, but I would be better around white people. They're just commonly raised classier and better than what we have here in the Bronx. I also wanna clarify that this doesn't mean that I only want specifically white friends. No. I don't care what race somebody is. But from obvious standouts white environments create the more sophisticated people. I'm ok with being friends with anybody that's any race, I would just look for someone who is as sophisticated and classy as me. It would make me feel better. I'm currently waiting for this to happen. I've been through so much and it has led to me being a horrible, ignorant person. I hate myself, I get annoyed easily just from people doing absolutely nothing. I am always quick to assume literally everything about one person without them even talking to me. I may find someone too ghetto, too kind, too childish, it's disgusting. I hate this. But this is who I am. Other people don't do this. It's just so weird. I really want to change. But I feel like the only way is by going through the fastest years of my life the way I want it to be, the way society and the media portrays it as perfect. I don't fit the standards, and I think that's why I hate being like this. I think that's the reason as to why I'm such a horrible person. I care what people think but at the same time I am what other people think. I am not a good person. But I can't blame myself. It's just so much that I wish could go the way I want it to be. But this is my way of learning, and I understand. I will never be perfect or have a perfect life. It's honestly not okay. But what can I do? There's a limit to get what I want and I can't even start because of.. well.. me. And everything else around me. And i think that's why I am the way I am. No one will ever understand me and that's fine, because there is nothing I can do about it

Throwaway because I’m 95% sure she browses this subreddit.
So I’m from a small town in the middle of nowhere and I lived there until senior year of high school. When I say small, I mean small. Our graduating class was like 75 people. I’ve known most of my classmates since kindergarten.
My best friend in the whole world was a girl I’ll call Lisa. She was a super shy, super nerdy kid. She got picked on a lot by other kids. especially by this guy Jason. He loved to mess around with everyone. Lisa and I got bullied by him every day. It was miserable. Jason literally told me in high school he would stop if I stopped hanging out with Lisa. But I was her only friend and wasn’t going to abandon her. Eventually I figured out that Jason probably had a crush on Lisa and HATED that he did. That’s why he picked on anyone who hung out with her.
I weaponized it. I would lie and make up stuff about Lisa having a crush on a guy or giving him some of her old stuff so he would get off our case and obsess about that instead. It actually kind of worked to distract his attention away from bullying us. I moved senior year for my mom’s new job and it was literally the best thing that happened to teenager me.
I was feeling nostalgic and wondered what Lisa was up to. It turns out she lives not too far away from me and we made plans to catch up on each other’s lives. On our THIRD meet up, Lisa told me that she married Jason. I thought she was making a joke but nope they were married and they had kids. He came to pick her up and he literally hadn’t changed.
I told Lisa that I was hurt she would hide it from me. I also said I couldn’t believe that she would marry a guy like that. Lisa stuck by Jason and said he changed. Really? Because from my view the guy hasn’t changed since he was 16. Lisa started crying. I felt bad but what did she expect? This is the guy who made our lives miserable for years and she expects me to welcome him with open arms? I told my mom and she is firmly on my side but my friends think I was being harsh on Lisa. AITA?

Hey everyone, I hope you're keeping up as you can, given that you're on here. Its been about a year since I posted my now deleted post explaining my breakup story. I did so more as a cry for help than an outlet, as I was a fucking weeping mess at the time.
The best advice I got was from a contextless stranger on Reddit. It wasn't even advice, it just felt like they saw my effort and understood, which was way more than my IRL friends could at the time. It was a tough, sudden breakup. And it couldn't be mended.
After, like I wrote, I was an absolute mess. She was my first real love, and I truly loved her. I just couldn't understand why I was not as important to her as she was to me, but that is not the point. The point is it got better. Way better. Better than I could have imagined.
I went through the whole program. I tried dating apps to get her off my head, but I didn't want to waste my time, so I installed nine of them to try them all at once and keep the good one (OkCupid btw.) I wrote her a few songs on guitar, but I realized I could get way better with the technique I was learning than the energy I was putting on a broken relationship. And I did. I play a better guitar now than I ever have. I wrote the classic letter to get some closure (Not to undermine it. Being able to write what you feel, especially while heartbroken is a superpower we should all strive for.) but it backfired as she wasn't emotionally able to answer. And it fucked me up. I saw her kissing a friend at a pride parade, and it fucked me up. I found out she moved on, and it fucked me up.
But then it got better. I found a great, unexpected connection with an old time friend, and she helped me to draw again, to cook, work hard, and to get on my shit. Not even anything like a relationship. Just great, healthy, fulfilling friendship. Without her, I would have probably had to have found some completely dramatized, uplifting media with some unheard, mental power to make it all good again. But she was there for me when I needed it, and it was more than enough.
Nowadays, I'm busier than I've ever been. I'm in good terms, but limited contact with my ex. I got a monthly event to plan, which I wanted to have for a long time. I got a better job (with a chance for home office. Thank God) studies going good, and i feel more freedom than I ever have.
Honestly, I'm only here to give you guys a very, very secluded ear to listen, and give the best advice I can. In my very, very limited experience. A little therapy can work wonders on someone who believes he/she/* is made of steel, so I would never want to try and replace it with my personal, lesser alternative.
If you want an ear to listen, no pressure, I'm your boy.
If you want someone to give you great advice, and help your grow as a person without disturbing your comfort zone, here's some great series recommendations to grow:
My Name is Earl Doom Patrol Ted Lasso
I wish you all good luck, and i want you to know you're stronger than this. Whoever it is is not worthy of you. You can be spectacular. And do it all by yourself.

From what I know they dated online for about a year before meeting in real life. He told me she said she was 19. He only found out her age when she visited him with her parents at age 17, he was 26. Then when she turned 18, they moved in together and dated for another 5-6 years.
On the one hand, I feel like his past relationships are none of my business, but on the other hand i'm really struggling to deal with this information. He is defensive about it, and when I talked to him about it, I said something like, "I know you're a good person, but it doesn't sit right with me. If you had a daughter would you want her to meet a 26 year old when she's 17?" And his reply was something like, I guess not, and thanks for making me feel like shit.
I don't know if I should just accept it and move on or what. I'm so confused.

My partner has always been..off. He's always been emotionally manipulative, and never recognises when he is incorrect, or does or says something that upsets me, but he always seems sorry about it, just says he doesn't remember. An example would be if he speaks to me in a nasty tone of voice, then I confront him about it, and then he says he doesn't remember doing that. Another example would be when he finishes work, he will greet everyone politely (we live with my parents), but then when I say hello to him he'll just grunt at me or roll his eyes. I've tried to speak to him about this behaviour but he says he doesn't realise he does it. (Everytime, for at least the last 2 years, almost every single afternoon)
For the last few years I have been asking him to begin to change his behaviours, or I won't continue the relationship, as I am getting very tired of being unhappy and feeling upset and miserable all the time. I do love him a lot however so I've continued the relationship. I don't wish to share a lot as he may find this, however when we began our relationship he was always very possessive and controlling (15 year old me didn't know this wasn't normal!!). The possessive and controlling behaviour has died down over the years. However the other night we were at a party, he got way too drunk and got cranky at me for speaking to his brother and not to him. He ended up kicking a chair, storming off, and then began getting aggressive with his family members (dad, brother) screaming and yelling about having to prove that he's not all bark and no bite. I ended up losing my shit for lack of better words, began crying and venting to his brothers wife, and made an absolute teary fool of myself in front of his whole family. We haven't spoken about it. I want to break up with him to save myself another year of pain, however there is a small part of me that does love him...but he needs help with his anger and manipulation problems, and I can't help him at all anymore. I feel very empty, and I know that we need to tear the band Aid off and have this conversation, but I don't even know what to say to him. I don't know if or how I should break up with him. He does make me happy when he's nice to me. Which is most of the time, just not when he's already cranky or when he's drinking or when hes come home from work in a shit mood, or before or after i go hang out with my 1 friend. He also uses silence as a tactic, ignoring me if I've done something wrong and refusing to talk to me until I am upset, then refusing to talk or apologise until i apologise. I'm always the one who ends up apologising. I don't know what to do. I also have hardly any friends, which makes it very hard, as I don't have someone really who can help me through a breakup if that's my final plan. I just want to be respected and loved and happy, I feel like there is someone out there who could treat me better. I want to be happy.

I need to cure myself of paruresis. I'm 20 years old and I need to work. I'm afraid to work in places that have men's restrooms with urinals only. I wanted to learn techniques on how to heal myself, even if it's gradually. I will be very grateful to those who help me in this post. I am desperate. I've suffered from this since elementary school and I've always lived my life in fear. but I want to win this. how did you deal with jobs and paruresis at the beginning? and with full places with full bathrooms? is this breath holding technique the best ?? how does it work?

Hello everyone and thanks for checking out my post. I am a twenty seven year old male. I just quit my job and am my lease is up. Had my heart broken a few months ago and I have not talked any of my family in about a decade. I have really had problems mentally since about the fifth grade. I just refuse to go to therapy because I don't want barred from the Army if I ever want to get back in and it's embarrassing as a man. I struggled for a few years with alcohol to the point I would carry shots on me at work. I'm not trying to cry but explain why I am thinking about doing this.
I am staying at an air bnb for a night I threw all my furniture and items in the garbage when I left. I'm down to a backpack and am planning on moving to the Phillipines. I have 2 grand and enough money set to the side for a return ticket. If I fail to make enough money online I will return and be homeless. I'm going there because I have a little girl down there that I really would like to be a father to. She is about the only thing that makes me happy and I have not got to see her in two years. The stress of this is really effecting me to the point of not being able to eat or sleep except for four hours in the last two days. I just don't know if I'm making a good choice...I just can't stay where I was
Any advice thoughts opinions or chats would be greatly appreciated and yes I know I'm probably crazy I've just finally had enough thanks to anyone who reads and engages

My daughter is SO cool! 11 years old and a true Ween fan. She asked an AI to make a song about “fat dogs… in the style of Ween”. The results were great! Love to share them here with you! You can hear Gene wailing on this.
(Verse 1) Well, there's a tale to be told 'bout some dogs I've seen, They're chunky and chubby, they're big and they're lean. They waddle and wiggle with a jolly stride, Oh, these fat dogs, they can't be denied.
(Chorus) Fat dogs, oh, fat dogs, They waddle and they jiggle like fluffy logs. With their wagging tails and their joyful glee, Oh, fat dogs, won't you come play with me?
(Verse 2) They've got rolls of fur and bellies round, They're the kings and queens of the dog park mound. But don't you dare call them lazy or slow, These fat dogs, they've got their own flow.
(Chorus) Fat dogs, oh, fat dogs, They waddle and they jiggle like fluffy logs. With their wagging tails and their joyful glee, Oh, fat dogs, won't you come play with me?
(Bridge) They may not fetch a stick as fast, But they've got a spirit that'll always last. In their pudgy paws and their happy eyes, These fat dogs, they're a sweet surprise.
(Verse 3) So let's celebrate these dogs so stout, With their hearty appetites, there's no doubt. They're fluffy and cuddly, full of love, Oh, fat dogs, you're a gift from above.
(Chorus) Fat dogs, oh, fat dogs, They waddle and they jiggle like fluffy logs. With their wagging tails and their joyful glee, Oh, fat dogs, won't you come play with me?
(Outro) So here's to the fat dogs, the ones we adore, They bring us laughter and so much more. With their squishy bodies and endless charm, Oh, fat dogs, you keep us warm.

To try to make this post as short as possible, my partner and I have been talking marriage things, I've always wanted an outdoor fall wedding, and we've gone back and forth with whether we want to have a tiny ceremony this year, or a slightly less tiny ceremony next year, but whichever we end up doing, it's got me wanting to go into planning mode. Some details I'm looking at but not entirely sold on:

• Black and red or black and purple as the colors, I'd be happy with either
• As much made-by-us decor as possible, centerpieces, guest gifts, invitations, maybe even cake, doing everything by hand as we possibly can
• Small means, including plus ones and assuming everyone actually shows up, between the two of us is about 40 guests on the guest list
• No set-in-stone budget, but obviously, low as possible is great

I've thought about wedding day things since I was a kid, so there is a level of importance to it, enough to not just throw everything together overnight and oh well if it doesn't work out, but I can say that I'm not looking for some pristine, traditional event. We've looked at some outdoor venues, debated air bnb for a venue (I'm iffy about that one, even though it's much cheaper, apparently it's getting hard for hosting parties, and neighbors and all). I've browsed dresses on Amazon for less than $200 and based on review photos, for a one-time use they're honestly pretty decent, enough to try out and return if it's not what I want. For guest favors, I love the idea of old-school trick-or-treat baskets. Center pieces, handmade, lanterns with flowers and candles inside unless I happen across another DIY idea that I like more. My biggest worry is I'm going to find myself in this limbo of dark and goth-y, kitschy cutesy Halloween, and general fall that would be battling each other.
Has anyone had a small wedding with that sort of theme? Where did your budget end up, and what advice do you have based on how yours went? I'm going out on a limb and saying it would definitely be next year - as enticing as a Friday the 13th wedding in October is. Realistically though, I don't know how much could get done in less than 5 months.