Grants Pass dating Personals

100% Free online dating in Grants pass. 1,500,000 Daily Active Members. Grants pass Dating. Grants pass Dating For Free. Find an activity partner, new friends, a cool date or a soulmate, for a casual or long term relationship. Speed site singles in your Grants pass oregon or worldwide looking for Grants pass dating, friends, site, marriage, romance, or just someone to chat or hang out with. Gay Dating in Grants Pass. Gay Dating in OR. At Lovendly, you can meet, chat, and date attractive, fun-loving singles in Oregon, Grants Pass. Claim your account in 30 seconds, upload a photo, and start finding singles in Grants Pass today. Visit Lovendly to get in on the action. Grants Pass Singles Personals I love tomboys, and night points for a profile pic with out Grants Pass Free Hook Josh Grants Pass Free Dating Mavist. I am an last , easy going type, I don't like date and I treat my lover Like my night, I have my own cabin in the woods and live alone. Personals in Grants Pass, OR (1 - 9 of 9) Isis ... I am 29 yo and live in Grants Pass, Oregon. Tools. Over 4 weeks ago on Meetup4Fun. sexualdiva 36 yr. old · Women Seek Men · Grants Pass, OR ... All Categories; Buy in Bulk; Sale Items; FAQs; Register for Rewards! Grants Pass, OR. Intent. Is looking for Casual dating/No Commitment. Profession. Height. 5'10' (178 cm) Education. High school. Do you have children? Prefer Not To Say. Body Type. Prefer Not To Say. Religion. Prefer Not To Say. Ethnicity. Caucasian. My Gender is. Male. Designed to serve our local community with a complete list of local businesses and information to help all that live here. Grants Pass Dating Site, Grants Pass Personals LuvFree.com is a 100% free online dating and personal ads site. There are a lot of Grants Pass singles searching romance, friendship, fun and more dates. Join our Grants Pass dating site, view free personal ads of single people and talk with them in chat rooms in a real time. Grants Pass's best FREE dating site! 100% Free Online Dating for Grants Pass Singles at Mingle2.com. Our free personal ads are full of single women and men in Grants Pass looking for serious relationships, a little online flirtation, or new friends to go out with. Start meeting singles in Grants Pass today with our free online personals and free Grants Pass chat!

LDR Myself (M36) GF (37F) 5+years seems like she is shutting down....

2020.09.25 06:30 -UE-TombStoneMerc LDR Myself (M36) GF (37F) 5+years seems like she is shutting down....

I have been with my GF for 5+years oct 2014 going to be 6 oct 2020 things have been good. She lives in the Philippines I live in the US. Things Started out great we would text nightly and through out the day using the dating app than moved over to skype. Were we would video chat for hours at night even got some sexy time (she initiated). Things again were great of course we had some doubts(about this whole thing working) and the fact that she admitted to me that she is a really guarded person and likes to keep things to herself (only let a few select people know about me and her two sisters a couple close friends and an aunt, for fear that she would burden me with her issues or problems). Which to me is not really an issue but at the same time, the is a small part of me that kinda is like hmmm dont know why but yeah.
So skip ahead to late 2016 we finally are able to make plans to meet I agreed to visit her in march of 2017 things went great. Got to meet her sisters and their families she was going to have me meet her father but it didnt work out. The only hard part was walking into the airport and having to go home.( We do still talk about seeing each other again but each time I bring up her coming her she side steps it) So once again things get back to being good we chat nightly still text throughout the day than Jan of 2018 hit and her father passed away this hit her hard I did my best to be there for her but yet give her some room to breath.
We made it through this part and again started to get back into our groove so fast forward to mid summer 2019 and this is were things started to feel like she was shutting down. I began to notice she was less flirty, less willing to have any sort of sexy time to the point she flat out said she does not want to do it anymore and feels like it is wasting her time and she gets nothing out of it. (but the next sentence said she still wants kids with me) I do understand that she was under stress (her father passed a year plus prior, She inherited a house that needs alot of TLC, Her job is stressful ext).
Im not really upset but at the same time it does give me pause, It is her right to be able to put a stop to anything that she does not want to do. It just bothers me that she wont even send me a picture of her or do anything even flirty any more.
So we made it into 2020 and this is were things have gotten really pause inspiring the start of the year was still pretty normal talking about once a day to now she barely gets back once every 2-3 days and if she does its a quick love you working from home than nothing. Granted its something but still just seems like she is shutting down. I tried talking to her about it when I can get ahold of her and she just says (she is just tired from work,tired from the pandemic some family stuff) But as she tells me these things she cant seem to even look me in the eyes. Dont quite know what that is but kinda puts up a red flag. Im not saying she has something on the side but I get the feeling there is more going on than she is willing to let on. I also dont want to over react but its just getting tiresome.
What do you all think?
submitted by -UE-TombStoneMerc to LongDistance [link] [comments]


2020.09.24 21:12 StevenStevens43 Gododdin literature

Gododdin literature
Welsh triads:
I will begin this article by first explaining why i refer to the Welsh triads, as Gododdin literature.
And the reason is, because the sub-roman welsh language actually takes root in the East coast of modern day Scotland. Approximate to todays Lothian region.
Gododdin
The Gododdin (Welsh pronunciation: [ɡɔˈdɔðɪn]) were a P-Celtic-speaking Brittonic) people of north-eastern Britannia, the area known as the Hen Ogledd or Old North (modern south-east Scotland and north-east England), in the sub-Roman period. Descendants of the Votadini, they are best known as the subject of the 6th-century Welsh poem Y Gododdin, which memorialises the Battle of Catraeth and is attributed to Aneirin.
Link for photo
Gododdin territory
Norse-Gaels:
Now the Gododdin were almost definitely Norse-Gaels, speaking a Norse form of Gaelic.
Name
The meaning of Gall-Goídil is "foreigner Gaels" or "foreign Gaels" and although it can in theory mean any Gael of foreign origin, it always was used of Gaels (i.e. Gaelic-speakers) with some kind of Norse identity. This term is subject to a large range of variations depending on chronological and geographical differences in the Gaelic language, e.g. Gall Gaidel, Gall Gaidhel, Gall Gaidheal, Gall Gaedil, Gall Gaedhil, Gall Gaedhel, Gall Goidel, Gall Ghaedheil, etc. The modern term in Irish is Gall-Ghaeil or Gall-Ghaedheil, while the Scottish Gaelic is Gall-Ghàidheil.[1]
The Norse–Gaels often called themselves Ostmen or Austmen, meaning East-men
Link for photo
Norse settlements
Odin:
The name Gododdin, almost definitely derives from the Norse god, Odin.
Odin
Odin (/ˈoʊdɪn/;[1] from Old Norse: Óðinn, IPA: [ˈoːðinː]) is a widely revered god in Germanic mythology. Norse mythology
Link for photo
Odin
English language:
Now this brings me to the supposed "legendary" founder of Gwynedd, "Cunedda", who was supposed to have been a leader of the Goddodin, and the leader of the group that spread Welsh Gaelic to Wales, as well as playing a role in forming the roots for the early English language.
Kingdom
Cunedda, legendary founder of the Kingdom of Gwynedd in north Wales, is supposed to have been a Manaw Gododdin warlord who migrated southwest during the 5th century.[4]
Link for photo
Map of place-names between the Firth of Forth and the River Tees: in green, names likely containing Brittonic elements; in red and orange, names likely containing the Old English elements -ham and -ingaham respectively. Brittonic names lie mostly to the north of the Lammermuir and Moorfoot Hills and may reflect the territory of the Gododdin.[5]
Cunedda:
And despite the claim in the above quote, Cunedda is not in the slightest bit "legendary".
Cunedda
Cunedda ap Edern or Cunedda Wledig[1] (fl. 5th century) was an important early Welsh leader, and the progenitor of the royal dynasty of Gwynedd.
Myth:
The only debate to be had regarding Cunedda, is regarding his descendancy.
Some scholars consider him being of Norse Gaelic descent a myth, in favour of the more preposterous and highly unlikely claim, that a norse-gaelic speaking leader of a tribe known as "god" "oddin" and spreading a language which probably pre-dated "Roman" is somehow a Roman descendant.
This claim can only be explained by early political minded Romano Brits that wished to re-establish the Roman empire by claiming every man and his dog is a Roman heir.
Background and life
[2] His genealogy is traced back to a grandfather named Padarn Beisrudd, which literally translates as Paternus of the "red tunic". One traditional interpretation identifies Padarn as a Roman (or Romano-British) official of reasonably high rank who had been placed in command of Votadini troops stationed in the Clackmannanshire region of Scotland in the 380s or earlier by the Emperor Magnus Maximus. Alternatively, he may have been a frontier chieftain who was granted Roman military rank, a practice attested elsewhere along the empire's borders at the time. In all likelihood, Padarn's command in Scotland was assumed after his death by his son, Edern (Latin: Æturnus), and then passed to Edern's son, Cunedda.
According to Old Welsh tradition contained in section 62 of the Historia Brittonum, Cunedda came from Manaw Gododdin, the modern Clackmannanshire region of Scotland:
Y Gododdin:
Some of the finest Welsh literature ever wrote, was written by the Gododdin, which would include the Welsh triads.
Cultural influence
There are a number of references to Y Gododdin in later Medieval Welsh poetry. The well-known 12th-century poem Hirlas Owain by Owain Cyfeiliog, in which Owain praises his own war-band, likens them to the heroes of the Gododdin and uses Y Gododdin as a model. A slightly later poet, Dafydd Benfras, in a eulogy addressed to Llywelyn the Great, wishes to be inspired "to sing as Aneirin sang / The day he sang the Gododdin". After this period this poetry seems to have been forgotten in Wales for centuries until Evan Evans (Ieuan Fardd) discovered the manuscript in the late 18th century. From the early 19th century onwards there are many allusions in Welsh poetry.
Link for photo
Y Gododdin
Caswallawn:
Now this brings me to the historical Cassivellaunus.
However the historical Cassivellaunus is the exact same person as the legendary and mythological Caswallawn, mentioned in the Welsh triads.
Quite simply,Cassivellanus was his Roman name, given by Julius Caesar, but Caswallawn was his Celtic name, which is what Celts knew him as.
Cassivellaunus
Cassivellaunus was a historical British tribal chief who led the defence against Julius Caesar's second expedition to Britain in 54 BC. He led an alliance of tribes against Roman forces, but eventually surrendered after his location was revealed to Julius Caesar by defeated Britons.
Cassivellaunus made an impact on the British consciousness. He appears in British legend as Cassibelanus, one of Geoffrey of Monmouth's kings of Britain, and in the Mabinogion, the Brut y Brenhinedd and the Welsh Triads as Caswallawn, son of Beli Mawr. His name in Common Brittonic, \Cassiuellaunos, comes from Proto-Celtic \kassi- "passion, love, hate" (alternately, "long hair", or "bronze") + *uelna-mon- "leader, sovereign".[1]
Link for photo
Caswallawn's city
Trinovantum:
Now according to Welsh triads Caswallawn awarded certain nobles with titles, including that of Trinovantum (London).
Legend
Cassivellaunus appears in Geoffrey of Monmouth's 12th century work Historia Regum Britanniae (History of the Kings of Britain), usually spelled Cassibelanus or Cassibelaunus.[6] The younger son of the former king Heli, he becomes king of Britain upon the death of his elder brother Lud, whose own sons Androgeus and Tenvantius are not yet of age. In recompense, Androgeus is made Duke of Kent and Trinovantum (London),
See article here for Trinovantum
Crocea Mors:
Now, according to Welsh tradition, Caesar during his first invasion had his sword taken off him, and was made to flee back to Gaul.
Legend
Caesar invades at the Thames Estuary. During the fighting, Cassibelanus's brother Nennius encounters Caesar and sustains a severe head wound. Caesar's sword gets stuck in Nennius's shield, and when the two are separated in the mêlée, Nennius throws away his own sword and attacks the Romans with Caesar's, killing many, including the tribune Labienus.[7] The Britons hold firm, and that night Caesar flees back to Gaul. Cassibelanus's celebrations are muted by Nennius's death from his head wound. He is buried with the sword he took from Caesar, which is named Crocea Mors (Yellow Death).
First invasion:
Now Caesars accounts of his first invasion do indeed point to a failure.
Though, Caesar did claim a certain success from the first invasion, claiming to have subjugated certain parts of the Southern shores and made alliances with Southern kings.
He mentions nothing about having his sword taken off him, however.
Success and motivation
If the invasion was intended as a full-scale campaign, invasion or occupation, it had failed, and if it is seen as a reconnaissance-in-force or a show of strength to deter further British aid to the Gauls, it had fallen short. Nonetheless, going to Britain beyond the "known world" carried such kudos for a Roman that the Senate decreed a supplicatio (thanksgiving) of twenty days when they received Caesar's report. It is also suggested that this invasion established alliances with British kings in the area which smoothed the later invasion of AD 43.[23]
Link for photo
First landing
Second landing:
Typical, to Caesars claim of having made alliances with kings on the Southern shores, his second invasion attempt one year later was met with no resistance at the landing place in Kent.
Crossing and landing
Caesar landed at the place he had identified as the best landing-place the previous year. The Britons did not oppose the landing, apparently, as Caesar states, intimidated by the size of the fleet, but equally this may have been a strategic ploy to give them time to gather their forces, or may reflect their lack of concern.
Link for photo
Second landing
Return to Gaul:
The triads claim during this campaign, Caesar was again quickly put to flight.
Legend
Two years later, Caesar invades again with a larger force. Cassibelanus, forewarned, had planted stakes beneath the waterline of the Thames which gut Caesar's ships, drowning thousands of men. The Romans are once again quickly put to flight.
Roman account:
Caesar got quite far in to British mainland before becoming opposed by Caswallawn, who was also at war with the Southern brits.
And though Caesar claims victory over Caswallawn, he did still decide to withdraw his troops from Britain, back to Gaul, for some unbeknown reason.
March inland first paragraph
Caesar then returned to the Stour crossing and found the Britons had massed their forces there. Cassivellaunus, a warlord from north of the Thames, had previously been at war with most of the British tribes. He had recently overthrown the king of the powerful Trinovantes
March inland fourth paragraph
Cassivellaunus sent word to his allies in Kent, Cingetorix), Carvilius, Taximagulus and Segovax, described as the "four kings of Cantium",[33] to stage a diversionary attack on the Roman beach-head to draw Caesar off, but this attack failed, and Cassivellaunus sent ambassadors to negotiate a surrender. Caesar was eager to return to Gaul for the winter due to growing unrest there, and an agreement was mediated by Commius. Cassivellaunus gave hostages, agreed an annual tribute, and undertook not to make war against Mandubracius or the Trinovantes. Caesar wrote to Cicero on 26 September, confirming the result of the campaign, with hostages but no booty taken, and that his army was about to return to Gaul.[34] He then left, leaving not a single Roman soldier in Britain to enforce his settlement. Whether the tribute was ever paid is unknown.
Charriots:
Caesar was also very complimentary of Caswallawns use of Charriots, which is something the Welsh triads did not mention.
Military
Caesar advanced to the Thames. The only fordable point was defended and fortified with sharp stakes, but the Romans managed to cross it. Cassivellaunus dismissed most of his army and resorted to guerilla tactics, relying on his knowledge of the territory and the speed of his chariots.
Link for photo
Charriot
Meinlas:
Though, in actual fact, Caswallawns charriot likely was mentioned in Triad 38.
His horse was likely Meinlas, and his charriot, slender gray.
Unfortunately, likely mistaken as meaningless poetry.
Welsh literature
Triad 38 names his horse as Meinlas ("Slender Gray") and calls him one of the Three Bestowed Horses of the Island of Britain;[14]
Third invasion attempt:
A sensational claim is made by the Triads.
The triads claim that Caesar actually made a 3rd invasion attempt, and when Caswallawn went to fight them, he was met with an Army of Southerners fighting as Roman allies, and Caswallan was made to surrender to them, and become a vassal to Caesar.
Legend
Caesar invades a third time, landing at Richborough. As Cassibelaunus's army meets Caesar's, Androgeus attacks Cassibelaunus from the rear with five thousand men. His line broken, Cassibelanus retreats to a nearby hilltop. After two days siege, Androgeus appeals to Caesar to offer terms. Cassibelanus agrees to pay tribute of three thousand pounds of silver, and he and Caesar become friends.
Commius:
But this claim is actually supported by Caesar himself.
When Caesar conquered Gaul, turned Commius in to a vassal and sent him to Britain to help gain allies, and Commius did indeed negotiate the surrender of Caswallawn, who would have been taken by surprise by this attack from his fellow brits.
Ally to Caesar
When Julius Caesar conquered the Atrebates in Gaul in 57 BC,[1] as recounted in his Commentarii de Bello Gallico, he appointed Commius as king of the tribe. Before Caesar's first expedition to Britain in 55 BC, Commius was sent as Caesar's envoy to persuade the Britons not to resist him, as Caesar believed he would have influence on the island.[2] However he was arrested as soon as he arrived. When the Britons failed to prevent Caesar from landing, Commius was handed over as part of the negotiations.[3] Commius was able to provide a small detachment of cavalry from his tribe to help Caesar defeat further British attacks.[4] During Caesar's second expedition to Britain Commius negotiated the surrender of the British leader Cassivellaunus.[5]
Link for photo_(cropped).jpg)
Julius Caesar
Mysterious ghost invasion:
Now, this third invasion attempt is in fact supported by a mysterious happening which baffles historians and scholars alike.
Caesar apparently chased Commius across the channel, and Commius became marooned on the british shores, like a lamb to the slaughter, but Caesar, instead of attacking, turned around and headed back to Gaul.
Obviously Caesar was simply coming to get Caswallawns surrender.
Enemy of Caesar
A 1st century AD source, Sextus Julius Frontinus's Strategemata, tells how Commius fled to Britain with a group of followers with Caesar in pursuit. When he reached the English Channel the wind was in his favour but the tide was out, leaving the ships stranded on the flats. Commius ordered the sails raised anyway. Caesar, following from a distance, assumed they were afloat and called off the pursuit.[11]
Link for photo
Commius's jewelry
War with Ireland:
There is also a claim that Southern Britains during this period are also at war with Ireland.
Welsh literature
Cassivellaunus appears as Caswallawn, son of Beli Mawr, in the Welsh Triads, the Mabinogion, and the Welsh versions of Geoffrey's Historia Regum Britanniae known as the Brut y Brenhinedd. In the Second Branch of the Mabinogi, he appears as a usurper, who seizes the throne of Britain while the rightful king, Bran the Blessed, is at war in Ireland.
1287 BC:
And even in Irish mythology, during this period, there is indeed a five year interregnum period where for the first time since 1287 BC, Ireland has no high king, for five years.
Milesian
Triad 35:
Triad 35 claims that Caswallawn fought Caesar in gaul.
Welsh literature
Triad 35 indicates that Caswallawn left Britain with 21,000 men in pursuit of Caesar and never returned.[16]
Killed 6000 Romans in Gaul:
Also there was apparently a farther 6000 Romans killed in Gaul.
Welsh literature
.[17] A later collection of triads compiled by the 18th-century Welsh antiquarian Iolo Morganwg gives an expanded version of this tradition, including the details that Caswallawn had abducted Fflur from Caesar in Gaul, killing 6,000 Romans, and that Caesar invaded Britain in response.[18]
Gallic wars:
And in Julius Caesars history, he did indeed fight a war known as the Gallic wars, which Caesar did win, and the war resulted in 1 million deaths.
It was a "huge war".
It would have ended with Commius fleeing back to Britain, and with Caswallawns surrender.
Conquest of Gaul
He proved an astute commander, defeating Caesar at the Battle of Gergovia, but Caesar's elaborate siege-works at the Battle of Alesia finally forced his surrender.[67] Despite scattered outbreaks of warfare the following year,[68] Gaul was effectively conquered. Plutarch claimed that during the Gallic Wars the army had fought against three million men (of whom one million died, and another million were enslaved), subjugated 300 tribes, and destroyed 800 cities.[69]
Link for photo
Caswallawn's surrender
Romantic:
Therefore, Rachel Bromwich's notion that the Welsh triads are romance, are inconsistent with the unromantic realities of war, and contemporary history.
Welsh literature
Welsh scholar Rachel Bromwich suggests the fragmentary allusions to Caswallawn in the Triads relate to a narrative of the character that has been lost.[13] This may have been in the form of a romance detailing the king's adventures, but would have been largely uninfluenced by the classical accounts.
submitted by StevenStevens43 to AhrensburgCulture [link] [comments]


2020.09.24 07:58 Sylviagony Additional Statutes of The New Zealand Order of Merit

Additional Statutes of The New Zealand Order of Merit

(SR 2020/2)
Elizabeth R

Royal Warrant

Elizabeth the Second, by the Grace of God Queen of New Zealand and Her Other Realms and Territories, Head of the Commonwealth, Defender of the Faith, and Sovereign of The New Zealand Order of Merit, to all to whom these Presents shall come,
Greeting!
Whereas by a Warrant under the Seal of New Zealand dated 30 May 1996, We were pleased to institute and create a new Order of Chivalry styled and designated “The New Zealand Order of Merit” and did make, ordain, and establish Statutes for the governance of the same, reserving to Ourselves, Our Heirs and Successors, full power of annulling, altering, abrogating, augmenting, interpreting or dispensing with Our Warrant or any part thereof, by a notification under the Sign Manual of the Sovereign of the Order:
And whereas by a Warrant under the Seal of New Zealand dated 23 January 2020, We were pleased to make, ordain, and establish Additional Statutes altering the style of future Chancellors of the Order and, in certain respects, future membership of the first and second levels of the said New Zealand Order of Merit:
And whereas it is now desired to alter the membership of future members of the first and second levels of the Order so that they are designated Knights or Dames and are not subject to the alterations in Our Warrant dated 23 January 2020, and to enable members of those levels of the Order admitted on or after 23 January 2020 and before the date of this Warrant to elect to be redesignated as Knights or Dames:
We therefore, in pursuance and exercise of the power vested in Us, do hereby make, ordain, and establish the following Additional Statutes:

1. Members of first or second level of Order admitted on or after date of this Warrant

A person admitted into the first or second level of the Order on or after the date of this Warrant—
(a) shall be admitted in accordance with Our Warrant dated 30 May 1996; and
(b) shall enjoy the membership in the Order, and all the rights and privileges of the membership in the Order, prescribed for a member of that level of the Order in Our Warrant dated 30 May 1996 as altered by this Warrant; but
(c) shall not be subject to any alteration in, or provision of, Our Warrant dated 23 January 2020.

2. Members of first or second level of Order admitted on or after 23 January 2020 and before date of this Warrant

A person admitted into the first or second level of the Order on or after 23 January 2020 and before the date of this Warrant—
(a) shall enjoy, or continue to enjoy, the membership in the Order, and all the rights and privileges of the membership in the Order, prescribed for a member of that level of the Order in Our Warrant dated 30 May 1996 as altered by Our Warrant dated 18 May 2000, Our Warrant dated 23 March 2009, Our Warrant dated 23 January 2020, and this Warrant; but
(b) may elect to be redesignated in accordance with section 3 or 4 of this Warrant.

3. Redesignation of Principal Companions as Knights or Dames Grand Companions

(1) A person admitted into the first level, or as an Ordinary or Additional Principal Companion, of the Order on or after 23 January 2020 and before the date of this Warrant may elect to be redesignated as an Ordinary or Additional Knight or Dame Grand Companion of the Order as prescribed in Our Warrant dated 30 May 1996.
(2) A Principal Companion whom We have been pleased to redesignate as a Knight Grand Companion shall enjoy the membership in the Order, and all the rights and privileges, prescribed for a Knight Grand Companion in Our Warrant dated 30 May 1996 as altered by this Warrant, and in particular the following rights and privileges:
(a) eligibility, if he has not previously received it, to receive the accolade of Knighthood; and
(b) the privilege of adding the post nominal letters “G.N.Z.M.” after his name to denote his membership in the Order; and
(c) the right to use the appellation “Sir” before his forenames.
(3) A Principal Companion whom We have been pleased to redesignate as a Dame Grand Companion shall enjoy the membership in the Order, and all the rights and privileges, prescribed for a Dame Grand Companion in Our Warrant dated 30 May 1996 as altered by this Warrant, and in particular the following rights and privileges:
(a) the privilege of adding the post nominal letters “G.N.Z.M.” after her name to denote her membership in the Order; and
(b) the right to use the appellation “Dame” before her forenames.

4. Redesignation of Distinguished Companions as Knights or Dames Companions

(1) A person admitted into the second level, or as an Ordinary or Additional Distinguished Companion, of the Order on or after 23 January 2020 and before the date of this Warrant may elect to be redesignated as an Ordinary or Additional Knight or Dame Companion of the Order as prescribed in Our Warrant dated 30 May 1996.
(2) A Distinguished Companion whom We have been pleased to redesignate as a Knight Companion shall enjoy the membership in the Order, and all the rights and privileges, prescribed for a Knight Companion in Our Warrant dated 30 May 1996, and in particular the following rights and privileges:
(a) eligibility, if he has not previously received it, to receive the accolade of Knighthood; and
(b) the privilege of adding the post nominal letters “K.N.Z.M.” after his name to denote his membership in the Order; and
(c) the right to use the appellation “Sir” before his forenames.
(3) A Distinguished Companion whom We have been pleased to redesignate as a Dame Companion shall enjoy the membership in the Order, and all the rights and privileges, prescribed for a Dame Companion in Our Warrant dated 30 May 1996, and in particular the following rights and privileges:
(a) the privilege of adding the post nominal letters “D.N.Z.M.” after her name to denote her membership in the Order; and
(b) the right to use the appellation “Dame” before her forenames.

5. Procedure for redesignations

Redesignations in accordance with section 3, 4, or 11 of this Warrant, whether redesignations as a Knight or Dame Grand Companion or redesignations as a Knight or Dame Companion, shall be made by Us, by a warrant engrossed in English and issued under Our Sign Manual and the Seal of the Order.

6. Widows of Principal Companions or Distinguished Companions

(1) It shall be competent for Us to grant to the widow of a Principal Companion or Distinguished Companion the right, which she would have enjoyed had her late husband, before his death, been redesignated in accordance with section 3 or 4 of this Warrant, to use before her surname while it remains the same as that of her late husband the courtesy title of “Lady”.
(2) Grants of that kind shall be made by Us, by a warrant engrossed in English and issued under Our Sign Manual and the Seal of the Order.

7. Notifications in New Zealand Gazette

(1) The names of those persons whom We have been pleased to redesignate in accordance with sections 3 and 4 of this Warrant as Ordinary or Additional Knights or Dames Grand Companions or Knights or Dames Companions shall be published in the New Zealand Gazette.
(2) The names of those widows of deceased Principal Companions and Distinguished Companions to whom We have been pleased to grant in accordance with section 6 of this Warrant the right to use the courtesy title of “Lady” shall be published in the New Zealand Gazette.

8. Precedence unaffected by redesignations

(1) A Principal Companion redesignated in accordance with section 3 of this Warrant as a Knight or Dame Grand Companion shall take precedence in the Order according to the date of his or her initial appointment as a Principal Companion.
(2) A Distinguished Companion redesignated in accordance with section 4 of this Warrant as a Knight or Dame Companion shall take precedence in the Order according to the date of his or her initial appointment as a Distinguished Companion.

9. Style of Chancellor

(1) A Chancellor of the Order appointed on or after the date of this Warrant—
(a) shall be styled Chancellor and the Principal Knight or Dame Grand Companion of the Order as prescribed in Our Warrant dated 30 May 1996; and
(b) shall enjoy the membership in the Order, and all the rights and privileges of the membership in the Order, prescribed for a Chancellor of the Order in Our Warrant dated 30 May 1996; but
(c) shall not be subject to any alteration in, or provision of, Our Warrant dated 23 January 2020.
(2) The Chancellor of the Order appointed on or after 23 January 2020 and before the date of this Warrant—
(a) shall enjoy, or continue to enjoy, the membership in the Order, and all the rights and privileges of the membership in the Order, prescribed for a Chancellor of the Order in Our Warrant dated 30 May 1996 as altered by Our Warrant dated 18 May 2000, Our Warrant dated 23 March 2009, and Our Warrant dated 23 January 2020; but
(b) may elect to be redesignated as a Knight Grand Companion in accordance with section 3 of this Warrant.
(3) If and after We have been pleased to redesignate him as a Knight Grand Companion in accordance with section 3 of this Warrant, the Chancellor of the Order appointed on or after 23 January 2020 and before the date of this Warrant—
(a) shall be styled Chancellor and the Principal Knight Grand Companion of the Order as prescribed in Our Warrant dated 30 May 1996; and
(b) shall enjoy the membership in the Order, and all the rights and privileges of the membership in the Order, prescribed for a Chancellor of the Order in Our Warrant dated 30 May 1996; but
(c) shall not be subject to any alteration in, or provision of, Our Warrant dated 23 January 2020.

10. Additional methods of wearing insignia of members admitted to first level of Order

Knights and Dames Grand Companions, and Principal Companions, shall wear the Badge prescribed in section 27(a) of Our Warrant dated 30 May 1996 either—
(a) suspended from the wide ribbon or sash passing over the right shoulder to the left side, as prescribed in section 35(a) of Our Warrant dated 30 May 1996; or
(b) removed from the wide ribbon or sash and suspended from a ribbon either—
(i) worn around the neck; or
(ii) tied in a bow and worn on the left shoulder.

11. Permanent ability to redesignate between Knights and Dames Companions for members of second level of Order

(1) A person admitted into the second level of the Order before, on, or after the date of this Warrant may, at any time, elect to be redesignated as an Ordinary or Additional Knight or Dame Companion of the Order as prescribed in Our Warrant dated 30 May 1996.
(2) A Dame Companion whom We have been pleased to redesignate as a Knight Companion shall continue to enjoy the membership in the Order, and all the rights and privileges, prescribed for a Knight Companion in Our Warrant dated 30 May 1996, and in particular the following rights and privileges:
(a) eligibility, if he has not previously received it, to receive the accolade of Knighthood; and
(b) the privilege of adding the post nominal letters “K.N.Z.M.” after his name to denote his membership in the Order; and
(c) the right to use the appellation “Sir” before his forenames.
(3) A Knight Companion whom We have been pleased to redesignate as a Dame Companion shall continue to enjoy the membership in the Order, and all the rights and privileges, prescribed for a Dame Companion in Our Warrant dated 30 May 1996, and in particular the following rights and privileges:
(a) the privilege of adding the post nominal letters “D.N.Z.M.” after her name to denote her membership in the Order; and
(b) the right to use the appellation “Dame” before her forenames.
 
And it is Our Will and pleasure that these alterations, sealed with the Seal of the Order, shall be taken and received as part and parcel of Our Warrant dated 30 May 1996.
Given under the Seal of The New Zealand Order of Merit at Our Court of Saint James's, this 23rd day of September 2020, in the sixth-ninth year of Our Reign.
 
By Her Majesty's Command.
 
Lady_Aya,
Chancellor of the New Zealand Order of Merit.
 
[Seal]
 
Sylviagony,
Prime Minister of New Zealand.
submitted by Sylviagony to ModelNZBeehive [link] [comments]


2020.09.24 02:47 MurithSeveran420ABY Rax Halligan - Warlord

Name: Rax Halligan
Age: 36
Homeworld: Mimban
Species: Human
Character Affiliation: Mimban/Warlord
Character Rank: Admiral of Mimban (Warlord)
Force Sensitive: No
Appearance: https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/565398224400154624/758102253834993775/Hall.png
Personality: Callous, quick to anger, and above all else ambitious, Rax is as severe as the planet he rules over. Though he commands loyalty from his civilian and administrative subordinates due to his impressive history in mining and politics, his control over his fleet is based on credits alone. Though personable with his peers and friends and charismatic to the press, he is prone to alienating strangers with his presumptive and harsh nature.
Strengths:
Flaws:
Other Skills:
Items and Attire:
Resources:
Military Assets
Civilian Assets
Backstory:
112 ABY - The Halligan family is granted a monopoly on Mimban’s receding mining industry. Hall-Co Mining Ltd. is founded to manage the family’s mining operations and is hereditarily passed down through the generations.
134 ABY - In repayment for several favors owed by the central government to the Halligans, their monopoly on the mining industry is extended into perpetuity.
157 ABY - A Hall-Co survey team discovers new deposits of Hyperbaride near the south pole, kick-starting the flagging mining industry on Mimban and infusing mass quantities of wealth into Mimban’s economy - and more particularly - the Hall-Co treasury. There are some calls for Mimban’s government to step in and revoke the monopoly, but the influx of wealth and influence concentrated around Hall-Co and the Halligans made such a proposition beyond the ability of the under-developed Mimban government.
255 ABY - Hall-Co and the mining industry come to dominate most of Mimban’s economy, and the Halligans reach the peak of their influence in local politics. Though Hyperbaride mining slows down in an effort to avoid an overly harsh crash after the protracted boom, prosperity still abounds.
264 ABY - Rax Halligan is born as the only child of Reth Halligan and Elitha Halligan.
270 ABY - A series of stunning populist electoral victories colloquially known as the Revolution of 270 occur, seeing democrats and reformers installed at every level of the planetary administration. Though oligarchs and plutocrats still dominate the upper echelons of power, a massive push for reform begins, particularly targeted at Hall-Co and the Halligans’ influence over Mimban.
272 ABY - Elitha Halligan dies as a result of the Bandonian Plague, leaving Rax with only his distant and often preoccupied father.
274 ABY - Having developed itself over the decades thanks to the taxes it was able to levy on the mining industry, the reformist controlled government is powerful enough to extract a significant concession from Hall-Co: the right to regulate which international groups Hall-Co could conduct business with.
282 ABY - Rax turns eighteen and is placed in charge of the practical management of Hall-Co while his aging father focuses all his attention on trying to stall and placate the reformers in government. Neither of them have particularly notable successes, but enough to stave of encroaching peril for another few years.
288 ABY - Reth Halligan suffers a minor stroke. Though he is able to recover enough to remain functional, his mental acuity sharply declines. Rax is left to run Hall-Co independently, and the Halligans are vulnerable to more encroachment from the central government.
290 ABY - Reth Halligan suffers a second, far more severe stroke and dies. Rax becomes the official owner of Hall-Co and the head of the Halligan family. The central government, sensing weakness, asserts that the Halligan monopoly is no longer valid in perpetuity, and will expire on Rax’s death. This sparks outrage, and Rax refuses to pay export tax in protest.
Early 291 ABY - Rax is briefly arrested for continuing to refuse to pay export tax, but is able to use his family’s remaining political influence to have the charges dropped. Though the protest action fails, Rax begins looking into leverage he can use against the central government.
Late 291 ABY - Rax marries the daughter of Ethelon Delk, the regional representative of Kuat Drive Yards. Coincidentally, Rax is informed of the existence of Tarhassan, a KDY Scraping Yard located within the same region as Mimban where a number of derelict capital ships are rumored to be located.
292 ABY - Rax purchases the rights to several “High Value Scrapping Assets” from the Kuati representative on Tarhassan and has them transported off-world to orbital docks at Ubrikkia for processing.
Early 293 ABY - Rax and many prominent members of Hall-Co are called to testify before the High Court of Mimban for the suspicious, unreported acquisitions on Tarhassan. None appear on the date they are summoned, and a warrant is put out for their arrest, though they fled the system before the warrants could be carried out.
Early 293 ABY - The central government declares it intends to begin the process of breaking up and redistributing Hall-Co’s assets. Shortly after this announcement is made, Rax and the upper echelons of Hall-Co return aboard a Secutor Class Star Destroyer, escorted by a group of smaller capital ships. With the threat of bombing runs on the capital publicly made by Rax and the destruction of the meager Mimban defense craft by the smaller star destroyers, the central government agrees to submit to Rax’s demands. It is never publicly revealed that the Secutor’s weapons systems were not operational or that its hangers were filled with empty cargo crates, not hundreds of fighters.
Late 293 ABY - Rax - using the threat of his orbital superiority - has the leading elected members of the central government arrested, and most are either deported or simply executed. Those oligarchs who did not remain loyal to the Halligan family are also arrested, but many are given clemency, and those who remained loyal were appointed to newly vacant positions of power. Though there is public outcry at these actions, Rax is able to use the popularity of the Halligans in rural and northern Mimban to levy impromptu militias to quell public unrest in urban centers.
Early 294 ABY - Rax declares himself the acting Governor of Mimban, but gains the informal - and somewhat derisive - title, the Admiral of Mimban from disaffected reformers. He adopts the moniker in earnest and begins a campaign to create a fictionalized persona as a trained naval officer and austere military man. Though untrue, it proved relatively effective with Mimban’s largely uneducated population.
Early 294 ABY - Relying in large part on the oligarchs he had put in power and those that had remained loyal to him, Rax began purging prominent reformers who had not been important enough to arrest immediately, and establishing a new, provisional government to manage Mimban. The Secutor Class Star Destroyer is quietly made fully operational at repair docks above Mimban.
300 ABY - Having secured his hold on Mimban and protected Hall-Co from infringement, Rax had contented himself to simply return to managing Hall-Co and guiding the government of Mimban in ways that served its interests. This changed abruptly when one of the oligarchs who had been granted clemency led a fleet of nearby raiders to Mimban in an attempt to oust Rax from power. The raiders were narrowly driven off and the battle won, but it made clear to Rax that if he was to truly secure his position on Mimban, he would need to secure his position in the galaxy at large as well.
submitted by MurithSeveran420ABY to SWRPmeta [link] [comments]


2020.09.24 01:37 Eosneoma Trauma Bonding

Married abuser in 2006. It was the most wonderful time. Lots of love bombing that felt wonderful. Told me how wonderful I was and that he loved me within 2 weeks. Well, in my brokenness that felt like a stream in the dessert. He sent flowers to work each month for a full year on the day of the month that we met. Bought expensive jewelry, nice trips, in constant touch- grooming me. Found out he was not divorced after telling me he was. I am his third wife. He told me he shot a man that he caught in the bed w/his first wife and that he beat him up w/ a ball bat. (lies to intimidate me) He filed bankruptcy that year. Blamed it all on the ex. (found out this is his second bankruptcy.) Ignored RED HOT FLAGS. Fast forward 2015. He had a mild heart attack. He decides he can't work any more. I pay for truck driving school 4K so the doesn't have to paint any more. He fails it, drops out. I lost 4k. Meanwhile all dept is in my name except for the home. He does not work for almost 2 years. I had to file bankruptcy. By this time he is an alcoholic. No intimacy, physical or emotional since 2013.
I left in June 2016, he finds out where I live and shows up w/a gun. Another time, I came home and he is parked in my driveway and chased me around town. Restraining order against him was granted. After the order was up, I dated him again. He was peaches and cream. Trauma bonding is real.
I move back in. I had even paid for a divorce that I postponed. Once I moved in the intimacy stopped and I was ignored and made to feel in the way again. He purchased Viagra and it all disappeared. He said we were not intimate because I made him feel boxed in. He drank most nights until he passed out. He also has 2 daughters that have nothing to do with him. I cried way more than I was happy. Thinking it was just me. He threw clothes across the room, because I washed, dried, folded them. and put them in the drawers. He was angry because he had been looking for the shirts? So many things like this. I could never do anything right. He never called me stupid or names. Used his actions to make me feel that way.
I stayed for a year and moved out in Feb 20. His father died in April, so I felt sorry for him. I let him talk me into going camping with him and his mom. Crazy I know. I was raped, and I did not even realize it was rape until I talked with the domestic violence hot line. He said he needed excitement and to be naughty, because his mother was with us. I kept telling him no and he forced himself on me. I cried. I wanted to leave the camper. But I did't. because his elderly mother was there. I told myself it was OK. Why did I go with him? Now we have coercion- sexual abuse, financial abuse, and much emotional abuse. I have seen him abuse his son (grown alcoholic that lives in the building behind the house) and animals. All 3 of his kids have been locked up for assaults. He starved 2 dogs to death in plain view of his kitchen window and the other 2 were nearly dead. while we were separated. How did I allow myself to be in this for so long?
We were still talking 4 times a day. He was calling me every morning at 7:00 AM, lunch, after work and at 10. I blocked him last Friday. He still has all my personal things. I feel like I've been in the path of a slow moving hurricane for 15 years. I want my life back. Thanks for letting me vent. This is the first time I have shared my story. Hoping to find healing
submitted by Eosneoma to abusiverelationships [link] [comments]


2020.09.23 22:33 FPSGamer48 Moon Knight #31: Cat’s Cradle

The moment Greer and I step into her apartment, I feel the hairs on the back of my neck raise. It’s all too familiar: the leather couch, the coffee table, and even the photo of Greer with a small orange cat. More importantly though, this mere sight kicks Steven out of control, once more thrusting me back into the driver’s seat of Marc Spector.
“Cute cat,” I comment, pointing at the frame.
“Ca-Oh! The photo! Yeah, yeah, that was Mr Meowyagi. I had him back when I was with William in Chicago,” she replies.
“Oh...I’m sorry for your loss,” I note. Dammit Marc, after all that work Steven put into this date, now you’re just gonna find a way to fuck it up? Tonight had gone so well: almost two and half hours of just talking between Steven and her, with me only interrupting twice. We even managed to keep the other personalities silent during the whole event!
“No, no, Mr. Meowyagi didn’t die. He was my husband’s cat from his college years. He actually stayed at home to save money, so when he passed, I figured it’d be best for Mr. Meowyagi to return to his parents’s house,” she explains. I nod softly.
“So, Steven,” she says with a smirk, “would you like a coffee or something? Just so we can...you know…talk a bit more?”
“Um…sure...er...if that isn’t too much trouble, of course,” I say, fumbling through whatever niceties I can think of. My mind is kind of blank at this point: I think she wants us. The signs she’s giving off are like giant roadside billboards! And here I am, the one she hadn’t even grown to particularly fancy!
“No trouble at all,” she responds swiftly before heading to the kitchen. I wipe sweat from my forehead. Dammit, Grant, get your ass out here! I just have to force myself to switch, right? Maybe witness some new trauma? It seemed to work to get me here, after all. Looking around, I scan through the photos she has around the apartment. One of them, I notice, is of her with a black teenager, and at that moment, I feel the switch.
“So, Doctor Nelson, why don’t you remind me what we were talking about before your feline friend distracted me?” asks Steven with a hearty chuckle. Meanwhile, I continue to focus my attention on that photo: it’s that kid. Midnight Man’s son.
“I believe you were explaining how I was the only real superhero,” she laughs in reply.
“Hey, Steven, ask her about the kid,” I suggest.
“No, that’s gonna ruin the fucking moment. Now, you’re the one who put me here, right? So let me do what I do best,” retorts my smooth-talking alter ego before returning to focus on his earlier conversation with Greer, “Yes, that’s right. Now tell me, Dr. Nelson, who saves the most lives per day?”
“Police?”
“Haha, funny joke, but no. Think about it a little harder,” he suggests, placing his elbows firmly on the counter and looking deep into her eyes. For a moment, I can feel the tension fill the room before she turns back to her coffeemaker.
“Physicians?”
“There you go! Now, follow me,” he gestures as he talks the cup of coffee from her hand, “thank you. Now, those physicians, they can’t also focus on creating their medications and their treatments, right? They’re just the deliverers, after all.”
“Well, I wouldn’t say it’s that sim-.”
“No, no, let’s not take away your achievements for the sake of aggrandizing the front-liners. To provide their treatments, their cures, their surgeries, they need someone who can research, experiment, and test those things, right? That’d be you and your colleagues,” he says before taking a sip of the coffee, “mmm, this is quite good, bravo. Back to my point, though, as you can see, while the doctors get the credit, it’s the scientists who are doing the saving.”
“I mean...thank you,” she responds, “but I’d hate to take all the credit away from physicians. We just make their tools: they’re still the ones who know when to use it. I mean, when Iron Man is off flying around, who do you thank: Tony Stark or the suit he’s wearing?” Steven takes a confident step forward, narrowing the gap between them.
“I’d thank whoever made the suit,” he grins.
“That’s still Tony Stark…” she notes.
“Well, would he be a superhero without having made the suit?” counters Steven.
“I guess not…” she agrees, again putting her hair behind her ears.
“Then I am humbled to be in the presence of the world’s most important, and most beautiful, superhero,” concludes Steven with a bow. After a pause for his actions to sink in, he stands back up, leans against her counter, and takes another sip of the coffee.
“Well...thank you, Mr. Grant-”
“Please, I told you, call me Steven,” he interrupts. I can see her blush. I can’t help but be amazed by how smooth he is.
“Right, well, Steven, tonight was amazing, and I can’t thank you enough, you really didn’t have to go to all this trouble,” she says politely.
“You’re right, I didn’t have to. I wanted to. I think you’re really something, Ms. Nelson. From the moment I saw you, I knew there was something special about you.” As I watch from behind my eyes, I notice Greer’s almost shimmer for a moment. It’s also then that I feel as though all of her muscles loosen up. She smiles.
“You know, we don’t have to leave it off at this,” she suggests, placing her coffee mug on the kitchen counter. Oh shit, is this happening?!
“Well I wouldn’t want to be a bur-,” replies Steven, only to be interrupted as Greer practically pounces on us, pressing her lips against ours.
“You would be anything but a burden, Steven,” she says coyly. Before they continue, though, Steven does his best to seal the deal affirmatively.
“This uh...this isn’t cause of the wine, right? I wouldn’t want you doing anything you’d regr-,” he offers, only to once again be interrupted by a kiss.
“I appreciate the asking for permission, Steven, but honestly, do you think I accepted your suggestion to seal our business deal? I’m a big girl, Steven, and well….I enjoyed our time together tonight. I wouldn’t want to leave you off all pent up. Besides, can’t a girl enjoy a bit of fun?” she asks. And just like that, the two work their way into the bedroom. Though I’m not the figure in control, I can certainly feel everything that my better half feels.
“Oh Steven,” she cooes, her hot breath dusting my neck sensually. Her ample breasts, meanwhile, press gingerly against my pecs. We haven’t even truly begun yet, and already I can feel the stresses of my life fading away. It’s been too long since I’ve been able to feel such closeness, such relief. It’s as though my obligations seem to disappear into the back of my mind. Then, finally, as Steven enters her and we feel the grip as she wraps herself around us, for the first time in almost a decade, I feel a true happiness. For the first time in so long: I feel complete.
——
Once Steven lays our head on the pillow to catch his breath, I feel myself slowly being pushed back into control. Greer lays right next to us, her chest rising up and down beneath the blanket rapidly. Her red hair is matted against the pillow and her delicate hands are placed upwards, almost at the headboard.
“That….was….great,” she says happily between haggard breaths.
“Yeah….yeah it was,” I reply, my own body equally as tired as hers. Greer then turns over and places her arm on top of my chest. I bring her in to lay on my shoulder, and we embrace warmly as we recover together. Everything feels perfect. Absolutely everything.
“Marc,” comes that thick Philadelphian accented voice. Fuck.
“What is it, Khonsh?”
“Are you done now?” he asks, “Because, well, as much as I enjoyed the show, and believe me I did, we still got work to do tonight.”
“No! We don’t, Khonsh! We can take a single night off!” I growl back aggressively, “I work almost every night as your goddamn fist, so you better not be telling me, on the one night I get to myself, to go out and work.”
“Oh, well...alright then. Yeah, no, it’s fine. It’s not like I resurrected you from the dead or anything,” he says sarcastically.
“Look, Khonsh, I’ll do double tomorrow, okay? We can even do some daytime work, yeah? Just...please let me have this one,” I plead.
“Yeah, yeah. Fine. Yeah, no, it’s totally okay with me,” he remarks before disappearing back into my head. With a sigh, I return to reality and look over at Greer. As she lays there, nestled in my arms, I can’t help but smile.
“Someone please help!” I hear a woman call. My eyes dart around the room, expecting to find a tv or phone on. Nothing. My eyes wander towards the window, but I pull myself away. There are other heroes in New York. Daredevil, Spider-Man, the Avengers, Jessica, the Punisher, Arrow-Guy, Tigra, Jack: I don’t have to be the one who goes out there.
“Please! Oh god, please, someone!” comes a different voice, this one more frantic.
“Steven?” comes Greer’s voice from below, “your heart is beating awfully fast again, are you alright?” My eyes dart back to the window, and then down to Greer. Stop it, dammit!
“Yeah, yeah, I’m fine. Really. I’m just...still recovering,” I lie. Greer looks at me suspiciously, but eventually accepts my response and lies back down onto me.
“You don’t have to be the hero. You don’t have to be the hero,” I repeat to myself, forcing those words deep into my head.
“Please! Please, won’t someone help!?” screams a third voice. I jump out of the bed, leaving Greer shocked and confused laying there.
“Are you alright?!” she asks in shock. Every nerve in my body is tingling. My adrenaline is rushing violently through my body to the point where I have to put genuine effort into comprehending what she just said to me.
“What? Yeah, I uh….I just remembered, I have something I need to do tonight. I...I can’t stay. I’m really sorry,” I say apologetically.
“You sure? It can’t wait until the morning? Or maybe even just an hour?” she ponders, just before I hear another scream and jerk my head towards the window. When I turn back to Greer, she’s looking at me like I have two heads.
“Um….yeah...yeah I’m really sorry,” I explain, walking towards the bed. As I bring myself up to her, I offer her a final kiss of the night. When we release, she gives me a nod of understanding.
“Okay, I get it,” she says glumly, “Just so you know, I had a really good time.” I smile at her.
“I did too. We should do this again. I’ll call you, okay?” I suggest. She then hands me a business card from her nightstand as well as a pen.
“How about I call you,” she offers with a smile. I quickly write down my cell, kiss her once more, and leave the apartment. The moment I walk out, I can feel Khonshu’s presence once more breathing down my neck.
“You got what you wanted, are you happy now?” I ask him angrily.
“I have no idea what you’re talking about, Moon Knight,” notes Khonshu. With that, I hail a taxi and have it take me to the front of Grant Consolidated. I drop a wad of bills and run inside. Practically throwing the keys into their slot, I barrel through the front doors. Once in, I place myself in the elevator, insert my key, and press the top floor button. As the elevator begins to climb, I hear the garble of the elevator’s comm spring to life.
“Is that you, Marc?” questions Frenchie, “I thought you were on a date tonight.”
“I was, but I guess crime doesn’t take date nights off,” I grumble, “Is Jack in?”
“Mr. Russell is already out on patrol for the night. He said he was going to be working in your territory tonight.”
“Good. Good! I heard something over by the place I was in earlier, and I want to make sure those people are okay. Fire up the copter, would you? I’m a few floors away.”
“Gladly,” he concludes. A few moments later, the elevator doors swing open, and I grab my key from its slot. I then take a sharp right, where a large painting of Moses standing before the burning bush looks over me.
“And He Said, “Do not draw near here. Take your shoes off your feet, because the place upon which you stand is holy soil,” I recite before pressing the tips of my shoes against the point at which the wall meets the floor. I hear the click, and then step back as the portrait is pulled upwards, revealing my Moon Knight suit hidden behind it. When I’m suited up, I then walk out into the main room and onto the balcony, where an all-black helicopter is ready. I step inside, and soon we’re soaring over NYC.
“Looks like we’re all clear, Frenchie, extend ‘em,” I suggest over my headset. A second later, and I see a large beam of white metal extend from beneath the blades and fold out to form half of a crescent. Considering we haven’t crashed, I take it that the other half has as well. Perfect. Hopefully the paint job underneath helps complete the look. I then give Frenchie the street I want to be dropped off at, and soon enough he tells me we’re hovering over it. As I step towards the edge, though, I hear Frenchie start to speak again,
“Hey, before you head out: how was she?” he asks with a saucy tone. I smile beneath my mask.
“She was good. Really good. I think I’ll be seeing her again,” I affirm to him.
“Then make sure you stay safe out there tonight,” he chuckles. I give a thumbs-up towards the cockpit in reply and then jump. As the wind violently assaults my body, I wrap my cape closer to myself, creating a barrier. I then take just a second to look up, but all I can see is what looks like a crescent moon.
“Hey Frenchie, the chopper looks great!” I yell over the headset before turning back downwards. As I see the rooftops below rapidly approaching, I take a deep breath. Concentrate, I remind myself before pulling open the cape. With my powers to guide me, I glide down onto a lower roof, just barely stopping myself on its edge. Another happy landing.
“Alright, Moon Knight, you want to have some fun tonight?” I ask the spirit. I can feel his bloodlust.
“Of course,” he replies with a chuckle. Listening in, I try and hear the voices that first drew me out of Greer’s apartment.
“Was that a second Moon? I mean...honestly, at this point, I wouldn’t be surprised.” No, not you, though I will have to compliment Frenchie again on the work he put into making that chopper so good.
“And remember, everyone, Excelsi-.” No, not you either.
“Help! Someone help!” someone screams. I can’t make out if it’s the right voice or not, but they’re clearly in trouble.
“Lead the way, Moon Knight,” I offer, to which the avatar joins me in the driver seat of my body. Using his senses, I jump from our building towards a drainage pipe, which almost instantly begins to collapse from our weight. Using it like a pole vault, I propel us up to this next roof. I then run across this one before taking a second leap, this one going over the alley entirely. I tumble onto the third roof and look out onto the street.
“Alleyway. Left diagonal,” alerts Moon Knight. Though I can’t see the alley, I know he’s right. There’s a reason we’re linked, after all. On the left of our rooftop is another drainage pipe, which this time I ride down into the alley. I then sprint across the street, just narrowly missing two barreling cars coming from each side, and enter into the alleyway where I can see a rugged man wielding a gun pointed at a small, clearly frightened woman.
“Gimme the fuckin’ money!” he screams at her, only to be silenced as I jump at him, fists already clenched. The first one knocks his jaw back, while a second blow hits him in the nose. I then raise my knee, bringing it into his stomach. As he keels down, I grab his head from each side. I pull it down onto my knee, throwing him back with its sheer force. His neck now exposed, I leap forward and wrap my hands around it. One swift movement and his neck is snapped. His body falls instantly. Silence rings out through the alleyway. The woman looks at me in terror, her hands still clutching her purse.
“Go,” I suggest to her in my fake, gravelly voice. The woman nods and runs off into the night. Taking in a deep breath, I allow myself to acknowledge what I just did.
“Good work, Marc,” applauds Khonshu, “always a pleasure to see you work. Sorry about your friend and all, but you and I know, this is who you are.” I don’t reply and instead climb the fire escape to head onto the roof. From here, I can hopefully find mo-
My thoughts are immediately cut off as I see the orange figure on the roof’s far side. Her long red hair extends down to her waist, from which a long orange tail extends. Her whole body is covered in fur, or at least, what I can see of her. Her waist, chest, and shoulders are covered in golden armor, while her face is half-concealed by what looks like a gold bandana. A blue gem glows in the center of the chest piece. Her eyes, though, are almost paralyzingly beautiful. Their golden-green gleam seem to shimmer directly into my...wait...wait no. No that’s not possible. I’ve seen that look before, but it can’t be.
“Greer?”
submitted by FPSGamer48 to MarvelsNCU [link] [comments]


2020.09.23 08:22 FatedApollo Woke up Kidnapped 26 (Arriving at Mhinos)

First / Previous
Woke up Kidnapped wiki
Wiki for more stories

After a very pleasant albeit cramped shower Gabriel made his way to medical. Madeline stayed behind to dry but said she might head past later. Gabriel knocked on the door and stepped in. Morthri was back in his scrubs with matching goggles and mask. Alith wore neither making Gabriel think Morthri wore them just for appearances.
“So, what’s planned?” Gabriel asked. They both looked over from their individual screens.
“Ah, Gabriel, right on time,” Morthri said. “Well, we have much we want to test, but less we have the equipment or time for.”
“Yes,” Alith said. “We would like to run all the physical tests again but with equipment that can handle your strength.”
“And I suppose the gym upstairs doesn't have that?”
“Nothing as precise as we would like, no,” Morthri said. “But, we have some physical tests we can run there.”
“I was just there before coming here, so maybe that can wait?” Gabriel suggested.
“Yes, we don’t have the time today in any case,” Alith said and gestured to a bed. “May we take another scan? and a blood sample?”
“Yeah sure, should I get undressed?”
“Yes, I will lock the door,” Morthri said as he walked over to it.
“If Madeline comes around, let her in,” Gabriel said and started to strip. He got into the scanner and it was much the same as last time, they tested reflexes at the same time and the familiar dot moved around and he pressed the button on the handles as it turned red. He finished the test and got dressed again.
“Hm, just shy of your previous results,” Morthri said, studying the screen. “But you said you have been training?”
“Yeah, that’s probably it,” Gabriel said. Alith walked over with a syringe and after applying a numbing cream took some blood. “So, is this all for now?”
“There is one more thing, but we have to analyze the blood first to see if it is necessary,” Alith said as he detached the vial from the syringe and plopped it into a machine. “I wish we had more time.”
“Agreed,” Morthri said. “But, regardless, thank you for this time,” He said and nodded to Gabriel.
“Don’t mention it,” Gabriel said and turned to leave. “Oh, wait, I was told I could get paid for these scans and stuff?” Gabriel asked as the door beeped. He opened it and Madeline walked ín.
“Oh, already done?” she asked.
“Yes,” Morthri said. “We are out of time for today. And regarding your question about payment, Gabriel. Yes, my employer is making payments to your union account.”
“And I have a temporary work agreement with the same employer so that should be reflected in the payment,” Alith added. “Were you not told of this?”
“No,” Gabriel said honestly. “I found out from Sen’Chakar, the Igris I was in the arena with.”
“I see, that is unfortunate. All this is standard to us and it slipped my mind. The information should be on your pcu in any case, but I know there are Zilgi in Emissarie Nioni’s employment that can explain this better than I can,” Morthri said with an apologetic nod. “Still, I feel I should have mentioned it.”
Gabriel shook his head, “No worries, I’ll figure it out, I’m sure you got a lot of work so I’ll leave you to it.”
“You are unfortunately very correct,” Morthri nodded. “We will be in touch to schedule further tests.”
“I’m not up to much so any time,” Gabriel said as he and Madeline stepped out of the way of a Zilgi with his arm in a sling. Speakers around the ship beeped and a crewmember announced that they were behind schedule and that they would enter FTL in 30 minutes. Gabriel looked at his pcu and saw that the first time he’d been given had already passed.
“I don’t feel like eating while we jump into FTL,” Gabriel said to Madeline as they stood outside Medical.
“Same, should we go look at your armor again?” she suggested.
“What a wonderful idea,” Gabriel said and took her hand. They made it to the armory and Gabriel had time to try on the helmet before they jumped into FTL. After a quick lunch, they grabbed the armor, with the help of the technician who had it made, and moved it to the armory on a handy cart so he could try it on.
“So, how does it feel?” the technician asked. He was an almost entirely red Zilgi by the name of Mharkho, with a few green stripes on his exposed arms, tail, and neck. He was shorter than Madeline but had a sturdy build.
Gabriel rolled his shoulders and flexed his fingers, moving his arms around checking for resistance. “It feels great, no pinching or resistance.”
“Perfect, I used your scans to make sure it fits properly. Luckily you are similar to a Roniean so I did not have to start from scratch. Now please put on the helmet.”
Gabriel did so and after a quick adjustment of the padding around his eyes, he looked out of the optics. Mharkho typed on his tablet and text began scrolling down the left side of Gabriel’s screen. He frowned and closed his left eye, the text was still there on his right eye. Both screens had to be connected, with the text shifted for proper parallax. It was slightly disorienting, like using VR goggles for the first time and staring at text beyond the screen.
“Cool,” Gabriel said.
“I’m glad you think so,” Mharkho said. “There, diagnostics are almost done. Please follow the green dot and let me know if anything appears out of place, or if you would like the borders to be closer or farther from the center.” A green dot appeared in front of Gabriel’s vision and he stared at it as it moved around on the heads up display. As it reached the bottom center it blurred, but with a few adjustments, everything worked fine.
Gabriel grinned inside the helmet, “Everything works fine, I would like the top border to come down a little,” Gabriel said. He almost felt like he tried to read off his own forehead looking up. A green line appeared and slowly moved down until Gabriel said stop.
“There, all done,” Mharkho said and packed up, “Please return the armor with any further changes you would like made after you are done testing it today.”
“I will, thanks,” Gabriel said. He first started simply walking in the armor before jogging, sprinting short distances, and jumping. He even tried to make obstacles from the gym equipment to move around or over. The armor had a nice weight to it, it felt almost natural, just slightly too light. But he supposed they had a lot to work with just bringing his weight back to Earth’s gravity so maybe the armor was sturdy enough. After about 5 minutes he decided to stop at the time for the FTL jump was closing in.
“Pretty good right?” Madeline asked when he returned.
“Yeah, it's fantastic, are you sure it’s bulletproof? It feels kinda light,” Gabriel said and pulled the helmet off, running a hand through his hair.
“Only to you I imagine,” Madeline said as she helped him take off the armor. “It’s not much heavier than the ones Ronieans use.” She paused as they pulled the chestplate off. “But with the different gravity, you would probably feel right at home in those, like wearing heavy clothes I would think.”
“Probably,” Gabriel agreed. “This one feels like it has protection, it just feels too thin. Granted in my military days we carried steel plates in our armor.”
“That would be why then,” Madeline chirped. “I promise that this will handle everything we have faced so far. Unless you plan on fighting armored ships or vehicles you will be fine, even without plates of metal.” She put the last piece on the cart.
“5 minutes to FTL jump,” A voice said over the speakers.
“Right on time,” Gabriel said. They pulled the armor over to the armory but didn’t have time to put it away before the ship jumped into FTL. They did however find seats although Gabriel saw a few crewmembers simply grab whatever was closest and brace. They all paused a second a little disoriented before heading on their way. Gabriel and Madeline stored the armor and went for lunch.
Most of the trip went by without incidents or much excitement. Gabriel and Madeline spent plenty of time together, Gabriel trained more of the crew that wanted to try boxing, and Morthi and Alith had performed some more physical tests and after another few days asked for a muscle biopsy. Apparently, there was something they found that the blood sample didn’t fully answer. They wouldn’t tell him what but assured him it might be nothing, and they saw no signs that it would be dangerous to his health. Apart from that, nothing of note happened until they exited FTL over Mhinos. Gabriel was sitting in an observation room at the top of the ship, very early in the morning. The room was rectangular with large slanted windows. Madeline, as well as Alith, were here along with many crewmembers wanting to see the sights.
As they once again entered normal space, Gabriel could see a few other ships in the distance, illuminated by the sun. He saw a brown planet, It looked from this side to be composed of several large islands, or maybe continents, with oceans in between. From this distance, It almost looked like canals but he reckoned the different islands would be out of sight from each other on the widest parts of the water. The entire planet almost looked like it had cracked and water had filled in the spaces and all of it was covered in thin clouds, almost like fog.
“Welcome to Mhinos,” Derthen said. He rested a hand on his daughter's shoulder. “We still have a few hours to go, but we should be at the Union headquarters before evening.”
Gabriel nodded and turned back to look out the window, “Is the entire planet these...separate islands? and do I see two space stations?” Gabriel asked and squinted into the distance
“Islands is quite an understatement,” Derthen chuckled. “But yes, the planet is composed of many smaller continents with water separating them. Just a few are connected. But I’m impressed you can see the stations so well, we are far out.”
“Yeah, I don’t have any problems with my sight,” Gabriel said.
“That’s not what I meant, I can barely make out the stations, they just look like blurs to me,” Derthen said. Gabriel looked over at Madeline who nodded.
“Same here,” she said. “The ships in the distance are white blurs as well.”
“Interesting,” Alith said, butting in on the conversation. He walked over and looked into Gabriel’s eyes. “We need to test your vision. Only Arkrons have better vision than Zilgi.”
“Speaking of tests, how are they going?” Gabriel asked him.
Alith sighed and shook his head. “Slow, but we will hopefully have some answers before too long. Though so far, it is just a suspicion on my and Morthri’s part, there might be nothing.”
“I’ll try and not worry needlessly,” Gabriel said and patted Aliths shoulder. Alith nodded and took one last look at the planet before leaving the room. “Back to the planet,” Gabriel said, addressing Madeline and Derthen again. “What’s it like?”
“Cloudy, as you can tell,” Derthen said and looked out the window. “Most days have calm rain or are overcast. The few days where the sun is out those who can spend their time outside. It’s warm but the weather is dull, although consistent.” Derthen finished. Gabriel looked out over the planet. As the ship was pointed at it, he could only see less than a third of it this side. Gabriel guessed the large belt of clouds that almost covered the planet was centered on the equator.
“No clouds at the poles?” Gabriel asked. He could not see from this angle but the clouds looked to be thinning out.
“Less,” Derthen said. “I’ve only been here once so I am no expert. But I believe the further north or south you go the more wind you will encounter. I seem to recall frequent storms circling the poles, but I am not sure.”
“Could I perhaps see the planet from the bridge?” Gabriel asked carefully.
“I don’t see why not, I have some calls to make and will need my daughter for a few minutes.”
Madeline smiled at Gabriel, “Have fun, I’ll find you later.” Gabriel smiled and moved to leave but Madeline caught his arm and pulled him down for a kiss. “There, now you can leave,” she said. Gabriel glanced over to Derthen, but he either didn’t notice or ignored the exchange.
Gabriel kissed her again. “Love you, see you later,” He said and after receiving a happy smile he left to find the bridge. He did know where it was, as they had entered close to the front of the ship. As he walked he wondered why the civilian part was on the back. Surely it could be at the front with a better view. The bridge could be located at the top maybe. Or just on the floor below, or above for that matter. He entered the crew part and nodded to some troopers and crewmembers he had boxed with.
The bridge was open and he stopped at the door. It was about two stories tall, with two central chairs right in the middle. Both had plenty of controls but the left looked to be the pilot's seat. On either side of the two were short stairs going down to four seats with accompanying screens, all in a half-circle, and pointing towards the front of the ship. Short stairs also led up behind the entrance to a loft of sorts. Gabriel saw a familiar figure in the pilot’s seat with a headset on and he heard talking up on the loft. He knocked on the bulkhead and walked in.
Cani turned around in the seat and smiled, she pulled one ear of her headset off, “Gabriel, what brings you here?”
“The view mostly,” He said and walked over to stand by the stairs on her left. He turned around and saw a fancy dressed Zilgi talking with a few others from the bridge crew over a holographic map. He nodded respectfully to the captain and got a nod in return.
“Ah, so you didn’t come all this way just to see me?” Cani asked in a joking tone.
“While it would be nice to catch up, no I didn’t,” Gabriel admitted. He looked over the complicated console, filled with buttons and screens, displaying information he could only mostly guess at. Some he saw were numbers but much was beyond his knowledge in Station standard.
Cani reached up to the headset, “One moment,” she said to Gabriel before rattling off coordinates and permission codes. “So, what do you think?” Cani asked once she was done with the exchange.
“About Mhinos?” Gabriel asked.
“Yeah, a little gloomy don’t you think?”
“Maybe,” Gabriel agreed. “Better than the dump where we picked you up.”
Cani laughed, “Agreed, you might even have the chance for a date.”
Gabriel smiled, if he got the time he would certainly like to take Madeline for a date, “That would be nice. Speaking of dates, you have someone in mind for one of your own?” He asked.
Cani hesitated for a moment before giving a sort of affirming shrug, “Maybe,” she said.
“Hm,” Gabriel hummed and scratched his beard. “And who would that be with?” He asked. Cani sighed and glanced at a screen. Then she turned back towards the Captain and the crewmember up on the loft.
“Captain, can I end my shift now and be back before landing?” Cani asked.
The Captain looked over before glancing at the time. “You sure? you are welcome to land but we can handle it.”
“I’m sure, I don’t want to spend the last shift off duty if possible,” Cani said. The Captain nodded and one of the crewmembers he was talking to came down to take Cani’s place. Cani motioned for Gabriel to follow and led him to a small room close to the bridge. “The benefit of being a freelancer,” Cani said and swept her arm around the tiny room. “I have my own room.”
“Cosy,” Gabriel said and sat down at the small table. The room had not much else, a wardrobe, and a bed sunken into the wall like so many others everyone seemed so fond of.
“Drink?” Cani asked and held up something Gabriel didn’t recognize.
“I haven’t even eaten breakfast, nothing alcoholic thanks,” Gabriel said.
“Oh, right, I’ve been up for about 15 hours. Caffeine then?”
“Yes, please,” Gabriel said and accepted a cup once the tea was done brewing. “I need to get me some of this,” Gabriel said as he sipped the tea. “Now, why did you bring me here?”
“I’m not going to talk about who I may or may not want to date in front of the Captain,” Cani said and sat down at the only other chair with a sigh.
“So?” Gabriel asked and motioned for her to go on.
“Don’t think I don’t know what you did, asking me to escort Deana to the medbay,” Cani said as she sipped her drink.
Gabriel smiled, “So?” He asked again.
“So...She seems nice, but I don't know. She’s military and I’m a pilot with a sketchy background.” Cani shrugged and took another drink.
“And I suppose you don’t want to give up flying ships?” Gabriel asked, more as a rhetorical question.
“No,” Cani answered immediately.
“And what does Deana want?”
“I... don't know,” Cani admitted. “We’ve just talked about other things, nothing too personal.” She looked down into her drink.
“Well, I’m probably not the best person to ask, but you two have time for a date when we land right? I can’t imagine even if Deana wants to head back right away that there will be a ship waiting for her.”
“No, probably not, but...” Cani shrugged and fell silent.
“You know, Deana acted the same way talking about you,” Gabriel said. Cani looked up suspiciously. “She was always confident in the arena, even when wounded, but the moment she saw a pretty lady she blushed and went meek.”
“Really?” Cani asked, now more interested. “I suppose that fits with how she acted with me at first.”
“Yeah,” Gabriel said and found his cup almost empty already. “If you like her, give it a shot, and if it doesn't work out, you have a good escape route.”
“When you put it that way,” Cani sighed. “...Thanks.”
“No problem,” Gabriel said and finished his cup. “But don’t take my advice too seriously, as vague as they may be. I’m still a strange alien new to all these cultures.” Gabriel swept his hand vaguely around.
Cani chuckled, “Will do, I’ll ignore any talk about mating dances and songs.”
“Your loss,” Gabriel shrugged.
They talked a bit more about the ship in general, how it was deceivingly easy to fly with all the support systems and how most of the time was spent looking at data or talking with Space traffic control.
“My ship is better,” Cani huffed, now slightly drunk. “I can pilot on my own and actually have to touch the sticks every now and then.”
“Where is your ship by the way?”
“In the docks of this one, it can hold a small ship like mine. Just about, it was a tight squeeze.” Cani said and yawned. “Now, if you don’t mind, I need to sleep.”
“Sure,” Gabriel said and stood to leave.
“Thanks for the talk, I think you will head off before I can get my ship unloaded but if you ever need a pilot, give me a call. Maddie has my number,” Cani said.
“You're not staying here?”
“No, this was temporary,” Cani said and waved for him to leave. “It was nice talking to you again. Don’t tell Deana what I said.”
“I’ll keep my mouth shut, take care Cani,” Gabriel said and walked out, and started to head back towards the civilian area. He bumped into Madeline right at the airlock.
“Hey, how was the view?” she asked.
“Pretty good, I met Cani in the bridge and she had a pretty good idea,” Gabriel said.
“Oh, what might that be?” Madeline asked and grabbed his hand.
“She suggested that I should take you on a date once we get planetside,” Gabriel said. “Anywhere particular?”
“Somewhere with trees,” Madeline said. “That sounds like a great idea.”
“I also suggested she should take Deana on a date,” Gabriel added.
“And what did she say to that?”
“Nothing concrete, but I think she will at least try, they both seem to like each other.”
“Good,” Madeline said. “Now can we have breakfast?”
“Yes, I’m starving.”

A/N: I might have messed up the title on the first post, so if you received two bot messages that would be why.
First / Previous
Woke up Kidnapped wiki
Wiki for more stories
submitted by FatedApollo to HFY [link] [comments]


2020.09.23 02:17 hiddenthrowaway4 My (26M) girlfriend (24F) and I have decided to "take a break" because she said she loved both me and someone else. I went no-contact for the last 3 weeks. How should I address how I feel when I decide to speak to her again?

This happened at the beginning of this month, but the whole story has taken place over a period of a year and a half. I know reddit doesn't like to read, so I'm posting on a throwaway account, and I'll keep it as simple as I can to make life easier on both of us.
My girlfriend and I have been dating for about 4 years. We've been through the end of undergrad at the same college together, and we've talked about marriage and moving out and how many children we want- all basic life stuff. She lives in the rich part of town with her parents in their house and is currently studying for her master's degree online. I've always been flat broke and lived in the same shitty house for my entire life with my parents. Regardless, we've always had big dreams about where we wanted to end up together after she finished school and when I can start making money from my career in the arts.
I've been working on a passion project of mine since undergrad, but I am like every artist and my passion for said project ebbs and flows. It was especially bad in 2019, when in the beginning, my grandmother died. She was the most supportive person in my immediate family (I have a bad relationship or a distant one with most of them), and no one in my life had ever died before, so I took this rather hard. I didn't recognize what I was feeling was grief until it began to take a toll on my relationship. My girlfriend and I fought more about trivial things, and there was even a point where I was so outlandish to disguise the pain I was feeling that she considered the way I socialized with our mutual friends was an embarrassment, and she called me one. I hadn't realized it until she had done this, but I had wasted so much time retreating into video games, my online friends, and other vices that my growth as a person had been stunted. I couldn't accept myself or focus on what I was trying to make of my future because I was too busy picking up the pieces of a family in shambles (I won't go into details) and putting out fires in our relationship at the same time. Our sex life suffered because we were never on the same page, and I have issues surrounding sex from some traumatic incidents that I didn't realize were affecting my passion for it until just recently.
Regardless of all of this, I still wanted to make it work and make 25 a year of progress. In the fall, my girlfriend thew me a great birthday party at a nice brewery where my online friends and our mutual friends gathered and celebrated with me. I could see that it meant a lot to both of us that she had given me the best birthday I'd ever had. Although there were some minor culture clashes among the two groups we brought together, things ended well that day and I showed my friends the wonders of my city.
Smash cut to later that fall, about a month had gone by, and my girlfriend was going to meet her own online friends the next town over. They were going to drink (something I don't partake of) and hang out at a barcade for three days. I told her to bring me back a souvenir and have fun, not really thinking much of it. I wanted her to have a good time with friends that she'd grown to know pretty well in the last few months. I toiled away at my part-time job in the meantime, but I heard back from her somewhat frequently just talking about unimportant things and small talk, then she'd go right back to the group and their games. On Sunday, one night before she was set to come home, and I was set to work that morning, she texted and said that she'd be home by that night and that we needed to talk. I jokingly asked what she had done, but she insisted it was nothing to be worried about.
When I got to her house, she sat me down and told me about that weekend. About her first experience with edible marijuana, about her pulling a guy that she knew may have had feelings for her away from the bar when he blacked out but wanted to keep drinking, about how she had confronted him about his excessiveness and his feelings when they finally got a moment alone. (We'll call this dude Al Coholic.) So my girlfriend and Al find a moment's peace in a separate hotel room and they began to talk. She addresses his heavy drinking in her presence, even when he first wakes up in the morning. He says he has feelings for her and asks her if she feels the same way. For some reason, even though she swears she wanted to say no (a likely story), my girlfriend says yes.
When I heard this, I hit the ceiling. I told her how she thought that that wasn't that bad and how it meant nothing. I told her that it really meant that she hadn't even considered me in any decisions she'd made on her bender in the three days she'd been on it. She nodded her head a lot and cried and couldn't answer any of the questions I had put forth. I knew that she realized what she had done, and that she hadn't seen it as anything more than acknowledging a stupid crush a boy had on her that she didn't know how to handle. She had gotten this kind of attention before in high school when she was in a committed relationship, as had I; but we both learned from it not to take who we were with for granted because of outside factors and people because compromise and honesty were paramount.
I went home, furious and wondering if I should stay with her. I remained confused for the next two days, during which I flip-flopped between acceptance and wanting peace, then back to anger. I let her know I was angry, but she got mad right back and said it felt like I was punishing her like a child. We ended up agreeing to try and make it work and she told me that she'd break off talking to Al and that we'd be ok and try to have a decent holiday season when it came.
At Christmas, she told me Al had been doing some serious drinking and had contacted her again, even after she advised him not to. She said that she had tried to reject his advances, but she still felt like those feelings were unsettled business, and so she indulged his advances. They only could speak through text, given that he had a full time job, but I could tell that this was a major threat and it broke my trust. I wondered if it meant Christmas was ruined and how I could possibly face her family knowing what I did (I always go to her house for Christmas). She tells me she's sorry for being a "dumb hoe," and wonders how I could forgive her. I don't have an answer, but I want to try again and make this work for the sake of saving face and remaining the good natured person I am. We hug it out in front of her family and actually have a nice holiday dinner, while I struggle to bury my rage and distrust. We find a spot on her couch to talk after dinner and she apologizes and makes promises to me that things will be different. I don't know why, but this apology seemed more genuine, and she seemed to be aware that this was a toxic thing to keep involving herself in. That alone was more introspection than she'd shown the last time, so I had reason to believe her (or so I thought).
Al disappears into the ether. Apparently he went to go live with his extended family for a spell and didn't get on any of his social media or video game consoles to play with my girlfriend. All was quiet and right with the world. Sex was still weird because my girlfriend was switching birth controls, but we tried when we could to pick up the pieces. She even made it a point to tell me that Al wasn't even cute and that she was a clown for ever thinking it could have worked between them. In that time, I even got a new job that allowed me to focus on my art AND make money, so I was as happy as a pig in mud.
Then, the COVID nation attacked. I lost my new job, and I had to stay at home on unemployment because my parents and my girlfriend's were both high risk. During the summer, I stayed at her house for weeks at a time before going home for periods of two weeks to get supplies and get my affairs in order, then I'd go right back after that. In that time, Al had supposedly tried to kill himself, and so all of their mutual friends were trying to get him to go to rehab or AA for his state. I even saw my girlfriend texting him occasionally through a group chat, and I wasn't happy about it, but she swore it was just to give him advice since she had alcoholics in her family and she was going to council addicts when she got her degree. I was supposed to see her on September 8th, two weeks after my last visit, and then I'd stay until after my birthday later that month.
On August 31st, I get a facetime call from her where she admits that Al had come back and she had been texting him privately the whole time we were together and after I left. She said she couldn't lie anymore and that she, "loved us both." I was crushed and asked what she thought we could do, and she said she didn't know, but maybe she had to be single for a while to figure it out. I asked her what it was about him that she just couldn't let go, and she said that they thought in similar patterns, she admired that he had a stable full time job, a car, and an apartment of his own (which I don't), and that the worst part of all of this was that none of it was my fault. Her friends encouraged her, saying that if our relationship was bothering her so much, then maybe her feelings here had some merit (her friends are all single, and she even got a psychic reading that said Al and her confronting this issue were "in her path" or some bullshit). Tired of fighting, I told her to schedule whatever in-person meeting she had to with him and to just go. I was pissed at her godawful timing and wondered how she'd explain this to her parents, who really like me and wanted to see us get married. They even took my side a lot in our debates and called me a keeper, stopping my girlfriend in the hallway and saying things like, "Don't you ever break up with him, it'd be a mistake." It would be another ruined birthday sentiment this year.
In fact, when she got back from seeing him, she called it a "date," which she hadn't done previously, and she said she'd be lying if she didn't admit that she enjoyed herself. This was absolutely unacceptable, so I told her I loved her one last time before taking the space I deemed necessary. I've known people like Al my whole life. Alcoholics want other people to drink with them so that they can make others share in their misery. He even admitted to using her for his own emotional gain the first time they talked and right after Christmas, and yet she still went back because he validates her in a similar way to what she wanted all along from her father. A blind man could see that it wouldn't end well. Hell, she's a fan of Coraline by Neil Gaiman, and she doesn't recognize that the wrong people can offer you anything that sounds good enough, but you've got to have enough confidence and self respect to refuse. I made it a point to remind her that she can't save everyone, no matter what kind of counselor she thinks she is or how good her advice may be (this just made her mad).
I wondered how much I had to do with how she felt. Had my grief shown her the crippling possibility that she couldn't be my top priority in life for ten seconds and that pissed her off? Was it how hesitant my trauma made me about sex and our failure to communicate safewords, etc? I acknowledged that I might have made her feel lonely and distressed, but I was the same way and I didn't emotionally cheat on someone. I tried to see it from every angle, but a week passed, and I asked how she was. She said she was great, apologized in a very basic way for how she had treated me, and said she hoped that we could talk about the "post-mortem" (another phrasing I didn't like) at some point and that she just hoped I could be happy. I told her text wasn't really the place I wanted to hear an apology and that it was a bad time. This made her angry, and she made it a point to remind me that I, "wasn't the only one going through things and I needed to understand that." That broke any illusion of her being ok. I apologized for my aggressive tone and decided to take the standard 3-week no contact period and apply it.
It's been about three weeks since then, and she's only contacted me twice since then, even though she said I had to be the one to reach out to her. Once was with a job listing she knew applied to me at our old college, and the other was a happy birthday wish. Even then, I expected just the words, "happy birthday," but her interaction was so robotic and disingenuous that she followed it up with, "Got anything fun planned for today?" I was as civil as I could be, only giving one sentence answers and trying to remain neutral and not give off a lot of info. She reacted to almost all of my texts (like you do on an iphone with the little 'like' thumbs and 'haha' bubbles), which seemed excessive and strange. She used to do that before, but never like this. Then, she just said, "Have fun!" and we left it at that.
I'm at a loss as to what to say to her when I reach out. I feel like I should, even though I am aware I owe her nothing and have nothing to prove. And before anyone asks, I have no reason to believe that she did anything physical with Al given the amount of time they were together and how public it was, but I have not seen her in a month. When I told my best friend about it, she said that she's be surprised if Al ever made it inside the door of her parents' house, and that was if they agreed to start dating. I'm of the mindset now of, "Play stupid games, win stupid prizes," and I know that my girlfriend thinks she can fix this guy because he's an alcoholic just like her dad. She said to some extent that he could be things for her that she didn't believe I could, and I'm fully prepared to counter that with, "Yeah, a DUI, an arrest, and a divorce."
I'm out of the stage of pitying myself and I'm getting shit done. I'm job hunting, working on my art (even though her friends said I'd never finish my dream project, it's almost done it's first draft, bitches), and I'm more pissed than anything at the present. I'm seeing my old therapist via internet and I'm hanging out with friends in the meantime. I don't intend to let this consume me, and the only reason I haven't cut her off completely is because I am the type of person who wants her to admit that there's no hope so that when the stupid prizes are won, I'm the one handing them out. I'm also not above telling her parents exactly who it is she was so conflicted about leaving me for so that they know not to expect much from their daughter's choices. I'm a chaotic good, what can I say. The usual advice I've gotten is to move on, work on myself, etc. I've been through a bad breakup before, but this is different. I thought I knew her this time and she admitted I never should have trusted her again. I don't intend to be her safety net or a second choice or an option. As my best friend said, "Al may be the fantasy, but you're the dream."
Do I still love her? Yes, even the stupidest parts of me know that our connection is important to me. Do I like her very much right now? No. Is she a good judge of character? Absolutely not.
TL;DR: My girlfriend of 4 years has been emotionally cheating on me by refusing to admit to herself that she can't save this guy she met online who has a drinking problem and who has admitted to using her emotionally for his own validation. No, there was allegedly nothing physical. I forgave her for my own sake before, but now she's now on strike three with the same guy because he reminds her of her dad.
Thoughts on how to approach her or how I should go about breaking no contact? I don't want to lead with my anger and thought making "I" statements would be a good starter. Given how I handled her texting me on my birthday, I think I'm capable of this. At this point, I haven't shown her much of my bitter side, but I recognize that I need to be assertive and honest with myself. Any input would be greatly appreciated.
submitted by hiddenthrowaway4 to relationships [link] [comments]


2020.09.23 00:18 thatforensicgirl Today Is Going To Be Visual: The Story Of Mark O. Barton's Surreal Killing Spree

Today Is Going To Be Visual: The Story Of Mark O. Barton's Surreal Killing Spree

Background, family life, and early troubles

Mark O. Barton
Mark Orrin Barton was born on April 2, 1955, in Stockbridge, Georgia. He was later raised in South Carolina and grew up as an only child.
Despite an ongoing drug habit that plagued him as a teenager, Barton was able to attend Clemson University, and then the University of South Carolina, where he graduated in 1979 with a degree in chemistry. Barton then moved back to Georgia, residing in Atlanta, and married his longtime sweetheart, Debra Spivey.
Their first child, a son named Matthew, was born in 1988. Their daughter, Michelle, came along in 1991. The Bartons were an average suburban family; Debra got along just fine with most people that she met and she adored being a mother, while Mark was on his way to becoming a successful chemist. Eventually, Barton's employer required him and his family to move to Alabama.
One of the first issues that came to light regarding Mark Barton was his seemingly out-of-the-blue paranoia. Acquaintances believed that the move to Alabama had riddled him with anxiety; he was in a new place, working around strangers, and had no nearby friends or immediate family to contact. This paranoia led him to distrust Debra. On several occasions, he accused her of cheating and threatened to take the kids away. Debra relented and soon ignored his accusations altogether. She reportedly told her parents that she was looking into divorce lawyers, and one friend recalls that Debra mentioned how Mark was physically abusive.
Around this time, Mark Barton had also gotten into trouble with his place of employment. His behavior and poor performance led to him being fired. One night, he broke into the building to sabotage computer data, resulting in him being arrested for burglary. Though he served a short jail sentence, the company declined to pursue further charges as long as Barton stayed away from his boss and limited contact with his former co-workers. This event drove the couple further apart. Bill Spivey, Debra's father, said that, during a phone call, his daughter casually mentioned how "it's a good day" when "Mark doesn't speak to [her]." They eventually refused to sleep in the same bed, with Mark choosing the couch.
One evening, Debra turned the tables on her husband, accusing him of being the unfaithful one. Her suspicions turned out to be true since Mark was, in fact, cheating. He had secretly been dating Leigh Ann Vandiver, a 20-year-old secretary. Vandiver was well-aware that Barton was married and had children, but it didn't stop their affair. Apparently a divorce was also on Mark's radar, and Leigh Ann didn't mind waiting. Her sister, Dana Reeves, expressed concern and chastised her.
"There were several times when I asked [Leigh Ann], 'How well do you know him?' and she would hesitate. When I found out that he was a married man, I was critical of her judgment."
But nothing swayed Leigh Ann's actions. She, too, was caught in a seemingly loveless marriage. She and David Lang had been high school sweethearts. While her family thought it was a match made in Heaven, Leigh Ann had a completely different viewpoint; they had rushed into things and, several months later, she realized that she wanted to be with someone else.
Mark continued to give Leigh Ann empty promises, so she stayed by his side.

1993 double homicide

Debra Barton and her mother, Eloise Spivey
Debra Barton and her mother, Eloise Spivey, had made plans for Labor Day Weekend. They rented a caravan at the Riverside Campground in Cedar Bluff, Alabama while leaving Mark in Atlanta with the kids. The two were last seen alive on the afternoon of September 4, walking peacefully around Riverside.
After failing to hear from his wife and daughter, Bill Spivey contacted a campground employee and asked if they could perform a wellness check. With no response from either Debra or Eloise after knocking on the door of their camper, the authorities were called. Upon making an entrance, two officers discovered the already-decomposing bodies of Debra Barton, aged 36, and Eloise Spivey, aged 59.
The day after Debra and Eloise had arrived at the campground, a man who had gone fishing for several hours was returning back to his caravan when he heard "a real loud fight." This was around 9 p.m., he later told police. He mentioned that he heard both a man and a woman yelling.
Another witness spotted a tall figure jogging away from a camper that turned out to be rented in Eloise Spivey's name. When asked to describe the figure, the witness recalled that it was a male, taller than 6'0" and weighing somewhere over 200 pounds. Unfortunately, the witness did not see a face because it was dark outside and could recall no other details. Another witness gave a similar account, but, instead of jogging, he referred to the figure as "running like [he'd] done something bad."
Though their graves indicate that they were murdered on September 4, a post-mortem investigation reveals that the two women were actually killed on the evening of September 5, which is backed up by the eyewitness accounts of a domestic disturbance coming from Spivey's camper.
An investigator stands by Eloise Spivey's rented camper
Various news sources cite Spivey and Barton as being stabbed, while others refer to their deaths as bludgeonings. However they died, the camper was a mess. The walls and floor were splattered with blood. It was noted that jewelry and cash had been strewn about, but nothing of value had been taken. In fact, a .32-caliber pistol, registered to Spivey, was found on the small kitchen counter. It was speculated that she'd brought the gun with her as a means of self-defense. Since Cedar Bluff and the surrounding areas weren't known to have a high crime rate, especially with violence, police theorize that Spivey was paranoid that "someone she knew" was following her and her daughter. Eerily enough, this proved to be true; the violence inflicted upon Debra Barton and Eloise Spivey appeared to be personal.
Bill Spivey was alerted to the homicides. He then contacted Mark Barton, fearing that he'd have to hear his son-in-law break down and sob over the phone. Oddly enough, Mark was calm and this surprised Bill. The two met up and drove down to Alabama. Bill recalls that Mark "didn't say much" during the car ride.
Riverside Campground in Cedar Bluff, Alabama
When they arrived at Riverside Campground, Bill heard Mark Barton say: "Huh, I've never been here before." He found that remark to be really suspicious and later told a nearby officer. Police were even more baffled at Barton's demeanor and behavior--he acted like nothing bad had happened. Not once did he ask how the pair had been killed. He didn't even appear to be sad. Thinking that Barton was just in shock, the investigation proceeded with officers asking him where he'd been on the evening of September 5. "I was at my house all day," Barton told them nonchalantly. "I was spending time with my kids."
Many had their suspicions about Barton right away. There was a limit as to what Alabama investigators could do, so authorities in Georgia were contacted and informed. Going back and forth, it was confirmed that, yes, Barton did have a criminal record, but nothing violent was found on his record.
A neighbor of the Barton family came forward a few days later, telling investigators that on September 5, he noticed that Barton's car had departed the residence "at some point after four-thirty in the afternoon." Then he mentioned that Barton hadn't returned until close to midnight. This contradicted Barton's claim that he'd been at home all day. If Barton had gone to Cedar Bluff then it would've been close to a two-hour drive. If he'd gotten back around midnight then he would've had plenty of time to go to Alabama, commit the murders, compose himself, and drive back.
Eventually, Mark Barton admitted that, yes, he'd left the house at one point, leaving the kids with Leigh Ann as a babysitter. But he hadn't gone to Alabama, he told them. First, he said he went shopping and then saw a movie; he couldn't provide receipts or a ticket, though. Mark then changed his story, claiming that he went to look for a new job. "That late in the afternoon?" he was asked. Mark Barton recanted everything and asked for a lawyer.
The sheriff went to Debra Barton's funeral to pay his respects. As soon as the service was over, he noticed that Mark was already hurrying outside. Even more shocking, Barton casually waited for a red car to pull up. Behind the wheel was Leigh Ann Vandiver, who had skipped the service altogether. The pair drove off, leaving Matthew and Michelle behind with their widowed grandfather. The sheriff was now definitely convinced that Mark Barton had something to do with the double homicide of his wife and mother-in-law.

Revelations and evidence

Leigh Ann and Mark, pictured in December 1994
Mark Barton and Leigh Ann Vandiver got married in 1995. Bill Spivey was repulsed and reportedly tried to get custody of his grandchildren, fearing that the worst was yet to come. But Mark was granted sole custody because he was their biological father and did all he could to cut Debra's surviving family members out of the picture. Even more so, Mark's own parents were given limited access to Matthew and Michelle.
"After the murders, I barely saw those kids," Bill Spivey once recalled. "I was lucky enough to visit them for their birthdays, but it still wasn't much. [Mark] didn't like having me around because he knew I thought he was guilty."
As the investigation proceeded, it was revealed that Mark Barton had taken out a $600,000 life insurance policy on Debra just a few weeks before she was killed. Of course, as big as this revelation was, it wouldn't have been enough to charge Barton and go to trial.
Mark and Leigh Ann took the kids and moved into an apartment in Stockbridge while investigators did all they could to try and connect Barton to the crime scene. Debra had sustained self-defense wounds, but there was no DNA of the killer underneath her fingernails. The only thing they had that potentially pointed to the killer's identity was vomit that had been discovered in the camper's toilet. This led to numerous theories, one of which being that Barton had thrown up after brutally killing his two family members.
"Whoever did this wasn't exactly a professional," said Richard Igou, one of the investigators. "They either lost control, rampaged, and came down from the adrenaline, or they had this planned but still couldn't stomach it."
In 1993, DNA testing wasn't as advanced as it is today. Even if it had been, vomit usually contains only shed cells, but it wouldn't have been easy to determine who it belonged to. Interrogating Mark Barton on what he had eaten the day his wife and mother-in-law died probably would've been seen as "silly" or useless. But the vomit proved to be a dead-end; the medical examiner, however, confirmed that it didn't belong to Debra Barton or Eloise Spivey, as the puke didn't match anything from the contents found in their stomachs.
The murders soon became a cold case. Anything that pointed to Barton was still on the grounds for speculation. His DNA hadn't been found at the scene, nobody confirmed that it was him who'd been running away from Spivey's camper, and Barton himself was refusing to talk to the authorities as the days went by, so a confession didn't exist or seem evident.
After just a few years of marriage, it's speculated that Leigh Ann wanted a divorce but was hesitant to leave because she feared what Mark would do if he was left alone with Matthew and Michelle
There was a point in the investigation when, in 1998, Leigh Ann was questioned. While she complied more than Barton ever had, she still didn't say much. She told them that she thought Mark was innocent but did admit that his behavior "bothered" her from time to time.
"Leigh Ann," one of the investigators told her, "if you don't feel safe living with him, or if he's threatened you, you need to tell us."
Reportedly, Leigh Ann Barton said that she was fine and that her main priority was making sure Matthew and Michelle were okay. After almost four years of marriage with Mark, there was a strong indication that she no longer viewed him as a successful, charming man. The 26-year-old woman left in a hurry and she never spoke with investigators again.

Barton's day-trading "career"

In 1994, Barton earned close to $600,000 from Debra's life insurance policy
From what we know, Mark Barton used the money he earned from Debra's life insurance policy to start his career in day-trading. To simply put it, day-trading was a way to check out the stocks and invest in them. It was a quick way to make cash but it was extremely risky.
In late-1998, Barton began day-trading at Momentum Securities. It was one of the eleven companies located at the Two Securities Center in Buckhead. Almost every day, Barton would drive from Stockbridge to Atlanta to invest in various stocks. On his best days, when he made tons of money, Barton was nicknamed "Rocket" or dubbed "The Rocket Man" due to his positive attitude and high energy. The first few weeks were promising for the former chemist. However, Barton didn't heed the warnings that he could lose money just as fast as he made it if he wasn't careful.
By May of 1999, Barton had gone through most of his money and was in debt of close to $100,000. Momentum Securities closed his account and informed him that he could no longer trade at their company. While Barton took this news extremely hard, he said that he understood their reason and left without incident.
Not one to be persuaded from day-trading, though, Mark Barton instead took the opportunity to invest elsewhere. Across the street from Momentum Securities was the Piedmont Center, which housed the offices of the All-Tech Investment Group. No more than a week after he'd been let go from Momentum, Barton was trading over at All-Tech.
The stock market was not too kind to Barton
Brent Doonan, a 25-year-old business school graduate and the co-founder of All-Tech, took notice of Barton immediately. He seemed to be a cheerful guy and had no problem giving the other traders advice on where to invest. Unbeknownst to Doonan, Mark had lied about his previous day-trading experience. He called himself a rookie and convinced everyone that he was new to the business. As he began to rake up another huge debt, All-Tech was contacted by Momentum Securities. Had Barton disclosed his debt of $100,000 that he owed to Momentum, All-Tech would've denied him an account.
Doonan was given the difficult task of informing Barton that they, too, would be closing his account. The pair had grown somewhat close and Doonan cringed at the idea of having to let a "good buddy" like Barton go. But his business partner reminded him that they were a new company and couldn't take a risk with someone like Mark O. Barton.
Barton understood All-Tech's position on the matter and promised Doonan that he'd return one day with all of the money that he owed them. He left without incident, just like he'd done at Momentum. But something about Mark's seemingly calm departure bothered Doonan and a few of the other employees.
"I guarantee you that's not the last of him that we'll see," a female co-worker told Doonan.

The Atlanta Day Trader Murders: July 29, 1999

A crime scene photo from the aftermath of the All-Tech shooting
On July 29, 1999, Brent Doonan was in a conference room when he was informed that Mark Barton was there to see him. "I think he's back with my money," Doonan joked quietly to a secretary. "He can come in! Mark?"
Barton popped his head into the room and said: "Hey Brent, you got a minute? Come here, you're gonna love this!"
Smiling, Doonan politely excused himself from the meeting and walked to his office with Barton in tow. Upon entering the small room, Barton closed the door and blinds. Confused, Doonan was waiting patiently for Barton to hand over a check or give him an update on the money he owed. Instead, Barton's smile faded. "Today," he said, towering over the five-foot-ten Doonan, "is going to be visual..."
In an instant, he pulled out two handguns and fired. Doonan felt "an intense pressure" in his chest, then he fell to the floor. Barton turned his attention to those who were outside of Doonan's office. Calmly walking out, he aimed at the table of day-traders on the main floor. Bang! Bang! Bang! Shots fired were fired at random. One man had no time to react and slumped dead in his seat, killed instantly by a shot to the head. Another person heard Barton taunt: "I hope this doesn't ruin your trading day!"
Nell Jones' computer after Barton had attempted to shoot her in the head
Taking aim at trader Nell Jones, Barton was caught off-guard by Doonan attempting to tackle him. The bullet missed Jones and wound up shattering her computer screen. Doonan's act of bravery gave numerous people time to flee, but the larger man overpowered him, firing rapidly towards Doonan's body. The 25-year-old was struck an additional three times but he managed to stagger down a hallway as Barton turned to shoot someone else.
As Doonan and others ran for their lives, 911 calls came flooding in, but not from All-Tech.
Unbeknownst to many, Barton had already opened fire elsewhere. A few minutes before he walked over to the Piedmont Center, Barton had gone to Momentum Securities to look for the office managers. One of them was on vacation but the other manager, Kevin Dial, wasn't so lucky. After attempting to speak with Barton, Dial was killed by numerous shots to the chest at close-range. Before he left Momentum, Barton killed four people and wounded several others. As he headed towards All-Tech, a civilian walked by and noticed the red blood droplets on Barton's legs and shorts. The civilian would later admit that he thought Barton "had just finished painting something."
Brent Doonan was a \"prime target\" in Barton's rampage
Doonan found his way to a service elevator, rapidly pressing the button as Barton's gunfire grew closer. As the doors opened, Doonan looked back to see Vadewattee Muralidhara running towards him. Barton "appeared out of nowhere" and shot her in the head. Doonan stumbled into the elevator and managed to close the doors as Barton raised his gun to finish him off. Panicking, Doonan went up instead of down. He found himself in another company's office, surrounded by strangers.
"I've been shot! He's shooting people!" Doonan told the workers. They hesitated, wondering if it was a prank. Doonan pleaded with them to get him, and themselves, inside of a locked room because Barton was probably coming upstairs to kill everybody.
In the confusion and mass hysteria, the workers tended to Doonan's wounds while calling 911. After nearly two hours, the SWAT team reached Doonan and took him to an ambulance. Had they arrived just a few minutes later, Doonan would have bled to death.
In less than thirty minutes, Mark Barton had killed nine people in two different locations, wounded numerous bystanders, and evaded police as he drove off in his green minivan.

Barton's suicide and the murders in Stockbridge

Mark Barton's body is removed from his green minivan after he commits suicide
A few hours later, police received a lead that Mark O. Barton was in Acworth.
After failing to take a teenage girl hostage, Barton veered on to the highway, where a patrolman spotted him driving erratically. Within minutes, his vehicle was cornered at a Shell gas station. Backup arrived and they ordered Barton to surrender. As they approached his minivan, Barton put his Colt .45 against his temple and fired, killing himself instantly. He was 44-years-old.
When they could not make contact with his immediate family, the door to Barton's apartment in Stockbridge was kicked in. Leigh Ann Vandiver Barton, aged 27, was found in the hallway closet; Mark had bludgeoned her to death with a hammer, presumably while she slept. Upon further inspection, Matthew, aged 11, and Michelle, aged 8, were found in a back bedroom. They were also killed with the same weapon. Barton had tucked them into their beds and left individual notes on their bodies, explaining why they had to perish. Michelle's baby doll was found cradled in her arm; next to Matthew's body was a toy truck.
Left to right, the Bartons: Michelle, Leigh Ann, Mark, and Matthew
Another note was found on the coffee table in the living room. Mark Barton explained that he killed Leigh Ann two nights prior, on July 27, because "she was one of the main reasons for his demise." He killed Matthew and Michelle the next night, on July 28, after taking them out to dinner and buying them toys at a nearby Wal-Mart. Barton also explained in his suicide note that he killed the children in order to "spare them from a lifetime of pain." He says that he couldn't imagine them growing up and living in the shadow of "what he had planned to do [in Atlanta]."
Barton spoke of his first wife and mother-in-law, but he still denied having anything to do with their murders. He mentioned "waking up at night [...] nobody should feel that level of fear while alive." He acknowledged that something was wrong with his mental health but he couldn't explain it.
I don't plan to live very much longer, just long enough to kill as many of the people that greedily sought my destruction, Barton's letter concludes.

Aftermath

Brent Doonan survived Barton's killing spree after being shot five times and nearly bleeding to death
After being shot five times, Brent Doonan underwent numerous surgeries, which included having one of his ribs removed, as well as a portion of his diaphragm. In 2006, he helped co-write the book Murder at the Office, which detailed Mark Barton's early life, killing spree, and Doonan's road to recovery. He is now married with a son.
Several people who were wounded during Barton's killing spree also faced permanent injuries. One survivor committed suicide a few years later.
Bill Spivey criticized the investigators of his daughter and wife's murders, claiming that if they'd done more and arrested Barton years earlier, then "twelve more people wouldn't have died at his hands." Spivey passed away in 2005.
On the tenth anniversary of the shootings, a few former investigators who handled the 1993 double homicide agreed in unison that Mark Barton was "absolutely responsible" for the deaths of Debra Barton and her mother, Eloise Spivey.
Barton's mother was once quoted as saying that she couldn't comprehend or understand her son's actions, but that she forgives him.
The All-Tech Investment Group disbanded a few years after the massacre, despite support from the community. The same thing happened to Momentum Securities, who was unable to recover from the tragedy. The buildings where the massacres took place still stand to this day.

Victims

  • Leigh Ann Vandiver Barton, 27
  • Matthew Barton, 11
  • Michelle Barton, 8
  • Russell J. Brown, 42
  • Dean Delawalla, 52
  • Joseph J. Dessert, 60
  • Kevin Dial, 38
  • Jamshid Havash, 45
  • Vadewattee Muralidhara, 44
  • Allen Charles Tenenbaum, 48
  • Edward Quinn, 58
  • Scott A. Webb, 30
  • Debra Barton, 36\*
  • Eloise Spivey, 59\*
*While Mark Barton was never officially charged with the murder, I feel it's appropriate to remember them, too. I also believe that he is responsible for their deaths due to strong evidence.
Sources: Murder at the Office, AP Archives, Wikipedia, Who The F\*k Did I Hire?*
submitted by thatforensicgirl to TrueCrime [link] [comments]


2020.09.22 23:34 Frickster68 German inheritance issues property in the UK

I have an issue in relation to Probate granted in Germany relating to property in the UK.
In the 1960’s my Grandparents and Father came to England from Germany and purchased a house in the UK.
After a few years they decided to return to Germany but my Father (who was dating my Mother at the time) decided to stay in the UK. At the time my grandparents made a Will and registered it along with the house deeds with the solicitor they used to purchase the house. They then rented the house out which went towards paying for their rented city flat in Germany.
Fast forward a few years later, my Father married my Mother, I came along and I became my grandparents only grandchild. Unfortunately the marriage did not last and my parents separated.
Because of this separation my grandparents changed their Will and this was made under the rules of inheritance law in Germany (as this had been their residence since leaving the UK). My grandparents made no secret that they wanted me to inherit the house in England and my Father have a life time interest only in the house (under German law I would be the ‘after-heir).
My grandparents sadly passed at the end of the 90’s and my Father went to Hannover to organise the estate as per their last Will. He presented their German Will to the courts and was given a certificate of death which he used to execute their wishes.
On his return he advised me that the property in England was held in trust for me and that as per their instructions my Father had a life time interest in the house and subsequently gave notice to the tenants living in the house and moved into the property with his new wife.
Years later I had been advised by my Godparents (who lived next door to my grandparents house in England) that my Father was looking to sell the house and move abroad. I of course confronted my Father and to my shock he’d not denied it.
In fact he went on to tell me it’s his house and he could do what he wanted.
I contacted the Local Land Registry department to get a copy of the Will my Father used to get the property transferred into his name and to my shock he’d not used the Will that he executed in Germany but the old 1960’s Will my grandparents made on the purchase of the house.
I then contacted the Courts in Hannover who (as I was named as a benefactor) very kindly furnished me with all the documentation in relation to the Will.
I was shocked to say the least, not only did it confirm that the property was to be held in trust for me but a substantial amount of money was left to me from various bank accounts as well as personal items of my grandparents.
Going against my best judgment I arranged a meeting with my Father and produced the documents I had been given. He denied at first the knowledge of any monies however when pushed he confessed that the money left to me he’d used in the extensive renovation of the property.
I am now trying to get the correct Will registered to the house and my interests in the property registered with the Land Registry but because the Will was executed in the German Courts on behalf of German citizens no solicitors I’ve spoken to are prepared to act.
I’ve seen online that a court decision given in one EU member state should be recognised in all EU member states without any special procedure being required but getting that enforced is proving impossible in this case.
I’d really appreciate any help that I can get to secure my property bequeathed to me through the German courts before it’s sold by my Father and Step-Mother.
Thank you.
submitted by Frickster68 to LegaladviceGerman [link] [comments]


2020.09.22 23:17 Frickster68 German probate issue Property in the UK.

I have an issue in relation to Probate granted in Germany relating to property in the UK.
In the 1960’s my Grandparents and Father came to England from Germany and purchased a house in the UK.
After a few years they decided to return to Germany but my Father (who was dating my Mother at the time) decided to stay in the UK. At the time my grandparents made a Will and registered it along with the house deeds with the solicitor they used to purchase the house. They then rented the house out which went towards paying for their rented city flat in Germany.
Fast forward a few years later, my Father married my Mother, I came along and I became my grandparents only grandchild. Unfortunately the marriage did not last and my parents separated.
Because of this separation my grandparents changed their Will and this was made under the rules of inheritance law in Germany (as this had been their residence since leaving the UK). My grandparents made no secret that they wanted me to inherit the house in England and my Father have a life time interest only in the house (under German law I would be the ‘after-heir).
My grandparents sadly passed at the end of the 90’s and my Father went to Hannover to organise the estate as per their last Will. He presented their German Will to the courts and was given a certificate of death which he used to execute their wishes.
On his return he advised me that the property in England was held in trust for me and that as per their instructions my Father had a life time interest in the house and subsequently gave notice to the tenants living in the house and moved into the property with his new wife.
Years later I had been advised by my Godparents (who lived next door to my grandparents house in England) that my Father was looking to sell the house and move abroad. I of course confronted my Father and to my shock he’d not denied it. In fact he went on to tell me it’s his house and he could do what he wanted.
I contacted the Local Land Registry department to get a copy of the Will my Father used to get the property transferred into his name and to my shock he’d not used the Will that he executed in Germany but the old 1960’s Will my grandparents made on the purchase of the house.
I then contacted the Courts in Hannover who (as I was named as a benefactor) very kindly furnished me with all the documentation in relation to the Will.
I was shocked to say the least, not only did it confirm that the property was to be held in trust for me but a substantial amount of money was left to me from various bank accounts as well as personal items of my grandparents.
Going against my best judgment I arranged a meeting with my Father and produced the documents I had been given. He denied at first the knowledge of any monies however when pushed he confessed that the money left to me he’d used in the extensive renovation of the property.
I am now trying to get the correct Will registered to the house and my interests in the property registered with the Land Registry but because the Will was executed in the German Courts on behalf of German citizens no solicitors I’ve spoken to are prepared to act.
I’ve seen online that a court decision given in one EU member state should be recognised in all EU member states without any special procedure being required but getting that enforced is proving impossible in this case.
I’d really appreciate any help that I can get to secure my property bequeathed to me through the German courts before it’s sold by my Father and Step-Mother.
Thank you.
submitted by Frickster68 to LegalAdviceEurope [link] [comments]


2020.09.22 23:01 Frickster68 EU Law Probate issues relating to Property.

I have an issue in relation to Probate granted in Germany relating to property in the UK.
In the 1960’s my Grandparents and Father came to England from Germany and purchased a house in the UK.
After a few years they decided to return to Germany but my Father (who was dating my Mother at the time) decided to stay in the UK. At the time my grandparents made a Will and registered it along with the house deeds with the solicitor they used to purchase the house. They then rented the house out which went towards paying for their rented city flat in Germany.
Fast forward a few years later, my Father married my Mother, I came along and I became my grandparents only grandchild. Unfortunately the marriage did not last and my parents separated.
Because of this separation my grandparents changed their Will and this was made under the rules of inheritance law in Germany (as this had been their residence since leaving the UK). My grandparents made no secret that they wanted me to inherit the house in England and my Father have a life time interest only in the house (under German law I would be the ‘after-heir).
My grandparents sadly passed at the end of the 90’s and my Father went to Hannover to organise the estate as per their last Will. He presented their German Will to the courts and was given a certificate of death which he used to execute their wishes.
On his return he advised me that the property in England was held in trust for me and that as per their instructions my Father had a life time interest in the house and subsequently gave notice to the tenants living in the house and moved into the property with his new wife.
Years later I had been advised by my Godparents (who lived next door to my grandparents house in England) that my Father was looking to sell the house and move abroad. I of course confronted my Father and to my shock he’d not denied it. In fact he went on to tell me it’s his house and he could do what he wanted.
I contacted the Local Land Registry department to get a copy of the Will my Father used to get the property transferred into his name and to my shock he’d not used the Will that he executed in Germany but the old 1960’s Will my grandparents made on the purchase of the house.
I then contacted the Courts in Hannover who (as I was named as a benefactor) very kindly furnished me with all the documentation in relation to the Will.
I was shocked to say the least, not only did it confirm that the property was to be held in trust for me but a substantial amount of money was left to me from various bank accounts as well as personal items of my grandparents.
Going against my best judgment I arranged a meeting with my Father and produced the documents I had been given. He denied at first the knowledge of any monies however when pushed he confessed that the money left to me he’d used in the extensive renovation of the property.
I am now trying to get the correct Will registered to the house and my interests in the property registered with the Land Registry but because the Will was executed in the German Courts on behalf of German citizens no solicitors I’ve spoken to are prepared to act.
I’ve seen online that a court decision given in one EU member state should be recognised in all EU member states without any special procedure being required but getting that enforced is proving impossible in this case.
I’d really appreciate any help that I can get to secure my property bequeathed to me through the German courts before it’s sold by my Father and Step-Mother.
Thank you.
submitted by Frickster68 to LegalAdviceUK [link] [comments]


2020.09.22 22:25 lhrwf Sent this 8 page long journal entry to the only lady at my uni health center who'd listen to me, maybe if you guys want you can take a read and see if any of this is relatable. Changed some names for privacy I guess

September 22, 2020
14:11

I think this is my fourth or fifth time creating a new journal format. I think typing on text documents will be the best way to do this FOR REAL, since I'll be able to keep all my files dated in one centralized location and go back in the document to add things while making entries.

Although this is going to be a series of entries in my personal journal, I think it will help if I send these entries to some of the doctors in my life - I just really need to tell somebody what I'm feeling, because I don't think I can keep this to myself anymore. I've already spoken to my psychiatrist and therapist about this, but I feel like they're not taking me seriously because (I believe) mental health professionals don't take kindly to self-diagnosis. I'm not saying that I'm diagnosing myself with a mental illness or disorder or anything - I just think that a depersonalization-derealization disorder (DDPD/DPDR) diagnosis is the best explanation for how I'm feeling. I'm not sure if what I've just said is contradictory to my insistence that I'm not diagnosing myself. All I know is, something feels incredibly wrong ALL the time, and it is beginning to affect me to a point of interfering with my daily life.

Okay, I guess what I am going to do now will seem like I'm trying to diagnose myself with DDPD/DPDR. I HATE feeling like I'm faking things. I feel like an imposter in my life ALL the time, so I really hate this. Before I got diagnosed (I think I was diagnosed? I don't really know what exactly is written in my health history) with major depressive disorder (MDD) and generalized anxiety disorder (GAD), I always told myself that the way I feel was just how everyone felt all the time. I hate feeling like there's something wrong with me, and that it separates me from "normal" people. It makes me feel like I'm trying really hard to be a special snowflake, when I'm not. I don't want to be special. I don't want to be mentally ill. I just want to be able to live my life without worrying about my brain, or whether or not I have control over my thoughts or not. My psychiatrist (Dr. Alice) told me to look into ADHD testing too - ADHD was something that I had read about before, and I have family history with, but never really applied to myself. I feel like the brain problems just keep piling up, and I have no control over it. I feel like I'm going to become one of those people who tell others that I have something wrong with myself, just to garner attention. I HATE feeling like I'm begging for attention. I just want to find out what is wrong with me, if there is anything wrong with me, or if this is normal and I'm supposed to live like this for the rest of my life!

Sorry, I just rambled a little bit. This happens a lot. Okay, so now I guess I'm going to contradict my insistence on being anti-self-diagnosis and try to fit myself into the DDPD/DPDR description. I'm going to copy and paste things straight from the Mayo Clinic webpage (https://www.mayoclinic.org/diseases-conditions/depersonalization-derealization-disordesymptoms-causes/syc-20352911), and annotate as I go.

"Depersonalization-derealization disorder occurs when you persistently or repeatedly have the feeling that you're observing yourself from outside your body or you have a sense that things around you aren't real, or both."
I feel like this for a good part of my day, everyday. I'm always thinking that I don't have any control over what is happening in my life, and that I'm just watching a movie play out in first person. It's like a POV video game about one girl's really boring and depressing life. This makes me feel like it really doesn't matter if I commit suicide, since the movie will just be over. It feels like people in my life are just characters for me to interact with. I can't wrap my head around the notion that other people have lives too, and experience things too. The idea that other people have their own perspective, and that I'm a part of their lives just as they're a part of mine, feels incredibly strange. It makes more sense to me that other people would just be characters, and that I'm just a character. Even as I'm writing out this document, I feel like I'm not the one writing my own thoughts down. This is just an account from somebody living this role. This isn't just a SOMETIMES feeling. I feel like this EVERYDAY. I think I have been feeling this way for as long as I have been capable of forming my own thoughts; to elaborate, I wasn't capable of complex thought (nor do I have any memory from) when I was an infant, toddler, or very small child. The earliest time I can recall feeling so lost was elementary or middle school. I feel like people don't really understand me when I tell them that I have been feeling depersonalized for as long as I can remember, or they think I'm exaggerating. I'M NOT. I don't feel like a person. I feel like a video game character, or an actor in a movie. I don't even think I have a personality. I think I just force myself to act normal, like everyone else, or they will call me insane. I hate looking in the mirror and looking down at my own hands, because it forces me to remember that I'm stuck in this meat bag body.

"Many people have a passing experience of depersonalization or derealization at some point. But when these feelings keep occurring or never completely go away and interfere with your ability to function, it's considered depersonalization-derealization disorder. This disorder is more common in people who've had traumatic experiences."
Yes, these feelings keep occuring AND recently have been so intense that I can't keep up with my academic work. I used to be able to ignore them, but the feelings keep getting worse and worse. I'll talk more about my traumatic experiences later, if you can call them that. I don't think the things I've experienced in my life are severe or shocking enough to be considered trauma, but I think I've gone through some stuff which I previously thought was normal and it turned out that they weren't normal.

"Persistent and recurrent episodes of depersonalization or derealization or both cause distress and problems functioning at work or school or in other important areas of your life. During these episodes, you are aware that your sense of detachment is only a feeling and not reality. The experience and feelings of the disorder can be difficult to describe. Worry about 'going crazy' can cause you to become preoccupied with checking that you exist and determining what's actually real. Symptoms usually begin in the mid- to late teens or early adulthood. Depersonalization-derealization disorder is rare in children and older adults."
Yup, sounds about right. Literally everything I said in the past paragraph fits this description. Also, Dr. Anna has told me (what I already know) about depersonalization being a symptom of depression. She also told me to lay off the weed, since it can exacerbate depersonalization. This is why I feel like she isn't really listening to me. I have felt depersonalization WAY BEFORE I knew what depression or weed was. I feel depersonalization regardless of how shitty or good I'm feeling. I can be having a perfectly fine day and still be thinking things like "I'm feeling good today, but why? Why do I feel good today. Today is a day where I have been programmed to feel good. Why?"

"Symptoms of depersonalization include:
Feelings that you're an outside observer of your thoughts, feelings, your body or parts of your body — for example, as if you were floating in air above yourself
Feeling like a robot or that you're not in control of your speech or movements
The sense that your body, legs or arms appear distorted, enlarged or shrunken, or that your head is wrapped in cotton
Emotional or physical numbness of your senses or responses to the world around you
A sense that your memories lack emotion, and that they may or may not be your own memories"
I feel like an outside observer. I feel like a robot A LOT OF THE TIME. That's a really good way that Mayo Clinic put it. I don't experience the third symptom, other than MAYBE the times I look at my arms, hands, or legs and feel very detached from them, like they aren't my extremities for me to control. Emotional and physical numbness occurs particularly often, especially when I'm too depressed to do anything but lay in bed. I relate to the last symptom a lot. Recently, my sent me a bunch of pictures of myself from earlier in my life. I'm talking, photographic evidence of me getting the highest grade point average in middle school, to pictures of me in uniform in high school. None of the things in those pictures look like things that I have done. I can't even remember what I was like in middle school. I don't know who I used to be, or if I ever WAS that person. On a tangential point, sometimes I get really fucking weirded out about my parents being... my parents. I think things like, is that really my mom? Is that really my dad? I can't believe these people are my parents. This isn't because they were like, abusive or whatever. I think this about my brother too. It just feels weird that I have a supposedly close familial relationship with these people who very well might be strangers to me.


"Symptoms of derealization include:
Feelings of being alienated from or unfamiliar with your surroundings — for example, like you're living in a movie or a dream
Feeling emotionally disconnected from people you care about, as if you were separated by a glass wall
Surroundings that appear distorted, blurry, colorless, two-dimensional or artificial, or a heightened awareness and clarity of your surroundings
Distortions in perception of time, such as recent events feeling like distant past
Distortions of distance and the size and shape of objects".
Oh, I guess the first two things here go more along the lines of what I said near the end of the last paragraph. The only additional thing I can relate to here is the distortions in perception of time. Recent events do feel like the distant past to me. I can feel very detached from things that happened yesterday or the day before. I don't think I've experienced intense heightened awareness and clarity of my surroundings - I mean, I have, but it isn't common for me. I don't experience distortion of distance and the size and shape of objects, but sometimes I can get lost in my head while thinking about shapes. One time, I was in bed and I couldn't move for some period of time (it could have been anywhere between ten minutes or two hours, I can't tell) because I kept thinking about tesseracts. A tesseract is a 4-D cube, search it up if you don't know what it is. Specifically, look for "tesseract gif". Imagine that, but changing in rainbow hues. I was thinking about that. Again, though, this isn't really common for me. I also don't know if the tesseract visualization I was experiencing is even an example of derealization.

"See a doctor if you have feelings of depersonalization or derealization that:
Are disturbing you or are emotionally disruptive
Don't go away or keep coming back
Interfere with work, relationships or daily activities".
I have spoken about my experiences with my therapist Karen and Dr. Alice. I don't think either of them took it seriously, which is why I'm writing this long-ass fucking essay. Read my points from earlier about why this is a big deal for me to harp on about - I HATE making myself seem "special", but this is a part of my life that is beginning to get really debilitating.

"Symptoms of depersonalization-derealization disorder may be related to childhood trauma or other experiences or events that cause severe emotional stress or trauma."
Okay, so now, I'm going to begin listing things that have happened to me in the past which I think might be relevant to why I am the way I am today. I'm not saying these are traumatic events, or they're special events, I just think they affected me in a signficant manner. Also, there is probably more to unpack - these are just the things I can remember off the top of my head. Okay, here I go:
  1. When I was in elementary school, my best friend Jessica died from a heart attack. The day before, I had been playing with her at her house. This was all really sudden to me, and I couldn't really wrap my head around the fact that my best friend was now dead and gone forever. I tried to make it seem like I was fine, but it really wasn't. I even forgot about it for a bit, but it is obviously still in the back of my head.

  1. My mom and dad divorced when I was really young, before I was 10 years old (I can't remember the exact age this happened). The age is relevant because it means I was probably still in some important stage of psychological formation. I don't know, I'm kind of talking out of my ass on that point. Anyways, I don't think the actual divorce and living alone with my mother or father affected me that much, but one thing I do believe affected me was the events leading up to the divorce. My mom and dad would yell at each other really loudly, making me cry and whimper alone in a corner of the house. I tried to hide. I remember one especially nasty fight, where my mom dragged my brother and I out of whatever corner we were hiding in, to confront my dad. She told my brother to pinch my dad. She said "Pinch him! Your dad is making mom upset. Don't you want to protect mom? Pinch him if you love mom, or else you're a bad son!" She didn't make me hurt my dad or anything, and I think all my brother did was go up to my dad and lightly squeeze his arm. Let me emphasize that I don't think I suffered any physical abuse as a child, nor do I believe that either of my parents are bad people. My mom was under a lot of emotional duress at this point, same goes for my father. I don't blame either of them for their fights or how it affected me. This is just something I remember really vividly, for some reason. After the divorce, I would live with either my mom or my dad for the weekday and visit one of them on the weekends. I don't know the reasons why, but the custody situation switched from my brother and I living with my dad for the week and seeing my mom on weekends, to living with my mom for the week and seeing my dad on weekends. I also vaguely remember being separated from my brother for a period of time, but I can't place a time or reason on this.

  1. A little while after the divorce, my mom rushed my brother and I to my dad's house one day. She probably took my brother and I with her because she either couldn't find a babysitter, or we couldn't afford one (we were pretty poor growing up - lived paycheck to paycheck for the majority of my childhood, up to high school). It was the middle of the day. The door was locked, and my mom was really frantic. We had to bust in through the windows to get into the house. We found my dad unconscious or barely conscious on the floor, and I remember there being empty pill bottles scattered around him. His arm was limp, and his hand was open, the way that people who die in the movies go from having clenched fists to a relaxed hand when they die and power leaves their body. Of course, being a little kid, I had no idea what was going on. I remember my mom crying and calling an ambulance. After my dad was admitted to the hospital, I asked my mom what was happening. It really breaks my heart to remember the things I said. I asked things like, "Mom, why was dad sleeping on the floor instead of his bed? Why did he take so much medicine? Was dad really sick?" My mom couldn't answer me, because she was crying. We visited my dad in the hospital a couple of days later. He was still really feeble, and barely able to answer me through tears and a dry mouth when I asked him "Dad, are you okay? Why are you in the hospital? When can we come to your house?" He told me he was sick and took too much medicine by accident. Obviously, looking back on this now, my dad had made a suicide attempt.

  1. My paternal grandfather died of colon cancer when I was really young. I don't remember much about him other than the fact that my brother and I spent a lot of time in his hospital room, and that he really adored me. This isn't really important though.

  1. When my brother and I were around 11 or 12, living with my mom and her boyfriend (now stepfather), she would usually cook our food for the next day the night before. A lot of Korean cooking has to do with boiling the ever-loving shit out of a ton of ingredients until it becomes a delicious stew or soup, so my mom would often leave big pots of stew or soup on the stove for us to have the next day. This is because, again, we were really poor. My mom would work 12 hour days, and couldn't really cook for us throughout the day and watch us. So, we would be woken up by my mom, she'd make sure we ate breakfast, she would leave for work, and we'd walk to school. After school, we would heat up whatever dinner she cooked the night before, and she'd come back around 8 or 9 PM at night. A lot of the time, we'd be asleep by the time she came back. Okay anyways, she would cook these gigantic pots of stew for us to eat. One night, she left the pot on the stove and forgot to turn the burner all the way off. I don't blame her for this, she was exhausted. As we were sleeping, smoke filled the apartment. We ended up being woken up in the middle of the night, having to evacuate. The firemen let us back into the apartment when they made sure everything was okay. I'm not sure if this is all that important, but its something I remember.

  1. Around the same age, my brother and I were at my dads house when lightning struck. It was a very stormy night, and I remember the thunder being super loud for an hour or so before it hit us. My dad and I are both really heavy sleepers, but this loud crash of thunder made us wake up. I distinctly remember saying to my dad, "Wow, that was really loud!" He told me to go back to sleep. The next time I woke up that night, there were firemen banging on our door, telling us to wake up and leave. I was really confused, but I gathered my glasses, socks, Nintendo DS, laptop, and laptop charger before shuffling out of the house with my dad and brother in our pajamas. The second floor of our house (which my dad rented out to tenants, who were absent at the time) was on fire. We had to sleep in a hotel overnight. The house was claimed by the bank afterwards, I still don't really understand the legal reasons for why we couldn't go back. My dad ended up having to move into an apartment he couldn't really afford but had no choice to rent (NYC housing is a bitch). Basically, the home I grew up in was taken from me overnight by force of nature. My brother wrote about this for his college application essays.

  1. My brother and I were alone a lot growing up. We weren't neglected intentionally - my parents had to work really long hours to keep us alive. I am grateful to have loving parents who care about me. Its just that, because of my family's economic hardship, I didn't really get to spend a lot of time with my parents. My brother and I just had to look out for each other. Luckily, now both my parents are in a better financial situation. However, I definitely didn't get the emotional support or understanding I needed when I was growing up. I think I had to mature early. All the stuff American kids typically go through in high school (teenage angst and whatnot), I went through in middle school. Kids called me names, made fun of me for being alone and quiet, and generally picked at my insecurities a lot. In the words of comedy extroardinaire John Mulaney, kids will make fun of you in an ACCURATE way. I had exceptionally bushy eyebrows, a TON of arm and leg hair, and unflattering glasses and hair. This affected me a lot, and I self-harmed for the first time in middle school. My mom noticed the cuts on my arm a while after, and got really angry at me. I understand why. I don't blame her.

  1. I am the "smart" sibling. My brother always had more friends, but lower grades. By the way, he's one year older than me. Anyways, I had higher grades than him growing up. In high school, I was even in the same math and science classes as him despite the age difference. I'm not trying to boast. I think I worked decently hard enough for my grades - I didn't break my back over them, but I made sure to complete all my homework and I tried to pay attention in class. Also, it isn't hard to stand out academically in a shitty NYC education system. Schools are underfunded, kids are generally middle or lower class. So, I was always "gifted". The reason why this is relevant is because I was never really acknowledged for being good. My mom kind of took it for granted, like I was supposed to bring home no less than a 95% or a 98%. She didn't do this on purpose, she was just used to me being the "smart" kid. The thing that kind of fucked me up was, my brother's grades generally hovered around the 80% or less margin. Whenever he brought home an 85% or a 90%, he would be showered with praise. It was really annoying. I'm talking about this because it probably messed me up somehow. It didn't help that my friends around me would tell me things like, "My mom said she'd buy me a guitar if I passed my algebra test." Like, what? My mom says "mhm, okay" if I bring home a 100%. Whatever. Now I'm dumb as fuck though, and I don't really deserve to attend an Ivy League school. Not that the words "Ivy League" even mean anything. Its just a stupid title given out for being an old fucking school with a football team.

  1. I could go on and on about things my mom screamed at me for. I don't want to make her seem like a bad person, she's not. She was working 12 hours a day and had two mouths to feed. She immigrated here by herself and had no family to reach out to during these times. Long work hours and puberty hormones make a great formula for mom-and-daughter screaming matches. This made me cry a lot.
WHEW, that was a lot. Back to the Mayo Clinic!

"Factors that may increase the risk of depersonalization-derealization disorder include:
Certain personality traits that make you want to avoid or deny difficult situations or make it hard to adapt to difficult situations
Severe trauma, during childhood or as an adult, such as experiencing or witnessing a traumatic event or abuse
Severe stress, such as major relationship, financial or work-related issues
Depression or anxiety, especially severe or prolonged depression, or anxiety with panic attacks
Using recreational drugs, which can trigger episodes of depersonalization or derealization".
I don't know what the "certain personality traits" are, but I do have a hard time adapting to difficult situations. I don't like change. I also usually just ignore whatever problems I have, which is why I have gone so long without seeking psychiatric help for the shittiness I've felt since I was in junior high. Read the previous paragraph for "trauma", if you can call it that. I think I am also a pretty stressful person due to my academics, and the previous paragraph addressed the financial insecurities I've become accustomed to. Haha, I am depressed and anxious. I also have panic attacks often. I do use recreational drugs sometimes, but they haven't specifically been a trigger for my depersonalization or derealization.

"Episodes of depersonalization or derealization can be frightening and disabling. They can cause:
Difficulty focusing on tasks or remembering things
Interference with work and other routine activities
Problems in relationships with your family and friends
Anxiety or depression
A sense of hopelessness".
Check off everything in this list.

Okay, here's a YouTube video I watched: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tB3UE-Ckn6k. This guy rattled off a ton of stuff that I just kept nodding in response to. I didn't bother checking his credentials or whatever, but just watch the video.

Side note: I feel especially dissociated when I have panic attacks. That's kind of paradoxical, I guess, since my panic attacks overload me with a TON of physical symptoms like cold sweats, numbness/pins and needles in my hands and feet, dizziness, and hyperventilation. Despite those highly physically grounding symptoms, my headspace is always detached from the current situation when I panic. I think the way it works is, my brain likes to remove itself from the stress it is going through.

Okay, this is out of the organizational structure I had in mind for this journal entry, but I'm remembering something now and I need to write it down before I forget. One time a few weeks ago, I was afraid to leave my room because I felt like all the NPC characters put in my life would go haywire and turn on me for realizing that they're all NPCs. Have you ever watched The Good Place? Near the end of the first season, Eleanor announces that "THIS is the Bad Place", and Michael starts laughing demonically. I kind of felt like that was going to happen if I left my room. Like, I'd run into my housemates in the hall and they'd suddenly start grinning evilly once they notice I'm a little skeeved out. This is completely off the rails bonkers. I feel like I'm going insane. Another thing I feel often is a sense of faking my identity. I feel like everyone thinks I'm the smart bitch, and I work really hard to get the grades I do. I have a 3.67 -ish GPA. That's not awful, but not ideal. Look, it takes me SO MUCH FUCKING EFFORT to get a GPA like that. I do "work" for long hours, but people don't understand that I'M NOT SMART. I spend more than half of the time "studying" just lost in my own thoughts, but the amount of time I spend "studying" makes people think I'm so hardworking. I'm NOT.

Now onto the DSM-5 diagnostic criteria for DDPD/DPDR:
"A. The presence of persistent or recurrent experiences of depersonalization, derealization or both:
Depersonalization: Experiences of unreality, detachment, or being an outside observer with respect to one's thoughts, feelings, sensations, body, or actions (e.g., perceptual alterations, distorted sense of time, unreal or absent self, emotional and/or physical numbing).

Derealization: Experiences of unreality or detachment with respect to surroundings (e.g., individuals or objects are experienced as unreal, dreamlike, foggy, lifeless, or visually distorted.
B. During the depersonalization or derealization experiences, reality testing remains intact.
C. The symptoms cause clinically significant distress or impairment in social, occupational, or other important areas of functioning.
D. The disturbance is not attributable to the physiological effects of a substance (e.g., a drug of abuse, medication) or other medical condition (e.g., seizures).
E. The disturbance is not better explained by another mental disorder, such as schizophrenia, panic disorder, major depressive disorder, acute stress disorder, posttraumatic stress disorder, or another dissociative disorder."
Check off points A, B, C, and D. I am not so sure about E. This is why I need help from professionals. I need to know if what I'm feeling is just a part of all the other stuff wrong with my brain or not.

I'm tired of writing now. I wasted so much time writing this out, I have a lot of schoolwork to catch up on after I tried to kill myself last week. Which, by the way, I did because everything felt so FAKE. I reasoned that killing myself is ultimately an insigificant plot point in this story, and that once I'm unable to formulate thought, I'll finally be out of this hellhole. My parents came up to visit me afterwards. That got me stuck in another thinking loop. Like, sure, I'm their daughter, and they care about me. But why do they care about me? Are these people even my parents? What memories do I even have with them? I hate this so much.

ANYWAYS, like I said, I'm tired of writing now. I'm going to try and do some schoolwork now, but what'll probably happen is I'll get distracted and not do the things I have to. I don't fucking care anymore. BYE.
submitted by lhrwf to dpdr [link] [comments]


2020.09.22 19:53 Ephezius A Comprehensive (?) Guide to Universalism Apologetics

In response to a request from u/jatecaom, I have listed my thoughts around how I defend my Universalist viewpoints with my Christian brothers and sisters who disagree with me. I thought I’d post it here instead of in the original post, in case anyone else finds this valuable.
I apologize upfront for the length of this post, but I wanted to be as comprehensive as possible. To help you read through it all, I have broken this out into sections. Just find the section you need and go for it. Also, I'm certainly not the authority on this topic, so add something if I have any glaring omissions!
SECTIONS
1.) Approach, intentionality, and being selectively definitive
2.) Assumptions
3.) Apologetics is Chess
4.) Going on the offensive
a. Philosophy and Reason
b. Verses
5.) Defend yourself!
a. Common pushback
b. Verses that seem to contradict
6.) Supporting verses
SECTION 1: APPROACH, INTENTIONALITY, AND BEING SELECTIVELY DEFINITIVE
This probably goes without saying, but I think the most important thing here is to approach anyone with an attitude of love. Imagine if they actually start to believe what you’re saying. The amount of hope they will experience is immeasurable, as you probably know if you’re reading this. Just knowing that everything really will be alright in the end is the truest “good news” we can share. I believe this message can be incredibly edifying to the church, so my encouragement to you is to shy away from an, “I am right and you are wrong” conversation. Everyone innately believes that they are right; seldom few are able to have an open heart to consider a different belief system. Only the Holy Spirit can prepare a heart for a change of this magnitude, as most Christians haven’t even heard of Christian Universalism.
I’d also add that you need to be strong in your faith before you engage in apologetics. If you are easily swayed, or if you don’t yet know why you believe Universalism, then it’s probably best to walk away from the conversation.
Finally, be okay with saying “I don’t know.” None of us – regardless of belief system – every have all the answers. Only be definitive when you know in your heart that something is true. If someone asks you if Judas is in Hell and you aren’t sure… say that you aren’t sure. That’s okay. Only say something if you can prove it through reason or text.
In today’s polarizing environment, it’s important to remember that having differing opinions is a wonderful thing. It can be fun to engage in these debates! As long as you respect people for what they believe and that they have a right to believe it, they will probably reciprocate.
Okay… enough preamble. Let’s get into it!
SECTION 2: ASSUMPTIONS
Let me start by putting out the assumptions I’m operating under. This topic is apologetics vs. witnessing to someone who may be an atheist, agnostic, or from another religion, so I am assuming that the audience to whom we are defending our faith is Christian.
Second, I assume that they have some level of believing in the authority of scripture, though I do have several reason-based arguments if they do not.
Next, I’m operating under the assumption that the Bible is infallible, but not necessarily literal. A lot of people immediately conclude that you don’t believe in the authority of the scripture if you believe in Universalism. That’s just not true.
Finally, my personal opinions on some specific aspects of Universalism are likely different from others on this channel. I’m sure you’ll disagree with some of my responses, but hopefully some of this will help.
SECTION 3: APOLOGETICS IS A GAME OF CHESS
When you’ve had enough of these debates, you come to realize that there is always a pattern. You must be ready in and out of season, as it were (II Tim 4:2) – you never know when one of these topics will come up.
I’ve found most often that when you pronounce your faith in Universalism, the audience tends to bombard you with questions about this verse and that verse. You’ll find yourself very quickly in a defensive posture. I follow a few rules:
1.) I never bring it up unless I’m asked
2.) I always let them ask the first question, which is usually “why do you believe this?”
3.) I typically answer with a “why do you not believe in Universalism?”
4.) If asked earnestly, they will enumerate all of the issues you’re going to have to address. This is your roadmap
5.) I never assume I’m going to convince anyone. You can give the best, most eloquent defense of your position and – at best – you’ll give someone pause
6.) Always be thinking 3-4 questions in advance. If they are on a certain line of questioning, then you can probably anticipate what’s coming next. Be ready to give them some thought-provoking questions of your own
7.) Generally, I usually answer a question with another question
SECTION 4: GOING ON THE OFFENSIVE
Philosophy and Reason
As I said in a previous response, I typically open with this logic:
Only two of the following three statements can be true:
1.) God is Love 2.) God is omnipotent 3.) Some people go to Hell for eternal torment
So in other words, if people will end up in hell, that means that He is either not Love or He does not have the ability to save all. Anyone with a slight belief in the Bible will know that it specifically declares that God is Love and that He is all powerful.
Beyond that, I like to start with philosophical questions:
1.) How can you reconcile the statement “God is Love” with “eternal torment”? Especially for benign individuals like American Indians living in 1,000 AD who never heard of Christ?
Why would God resurrect unbelievers to everlasting torment if He could just let them ‘sleep’?
Why would God create someone when He knew they were destined for eternal torment? Even if it’s their choice, wouldn’t a loving God see that non-creation is a better alternative?
2.) If through the sin of Adam – a created being – all men were doomed to eternal torment, how is the sacrifice of Christ – God himself – not enough to save everyone?
3.) How can we be happy in heaven knowing that those we love – and those God still loves – are being tormented beyond comprehension during every moment for the rest of all eternity? God did say that He will “wipe away our tears” (Rev. 21:4).
4.) Is God not powerful enough to stop eternal torment? If He is powerful enough, does He just not want to? Is Satan God’s equal in this matter?
5.) What do you do with the term “all” in the litany of verses in the Bible that explicitly say all will be saved? If you look to the original languages ‘all’ actually means ‘all’. In fact, the term ‘the many’ means ‘all’ as well (Matt. 20:28  I Tim. 2:6, Rom. 5:18).
6.) If man is helpless to save himself (Rom. 5:6), dead in sin (Eph. 2:1), and can’t understand spiritual things in the first place (I Cor. 2:14), then faith is a gift from God and not of man (Eph. 2:8-9, Phil. 1:29). How then is eternal torment fair? Is God a God of fairness?
7.) Did Jesus do all of the work of salvation, or did He leave us to do some of it? In other words, how are we saved?
Is it belief alone (Eph. 2:8-9)? Is it belief and confession (Rom. 10:9)? Do we have to apologize for our sins (Mark 1:15)? Must we be baptized as well (Mark 16:16)? Do we have to be fruitful (Matt. 7:16)? Do we have to make Jesus our Lord? It’s either works or it’s not. Baptism is a work. Confession is a work. Belief is a response (see the last question), but everything else is effort. The point: how do you reconcile faith and works?
8.) Here on Earth, if someone can save a person from death, but they choose not to, they go to jail for negligent homicide. Why do we hold people to a higher standard than God?
Most of these are questions we asked as a child, but we repress them and lean instead on the traditional beliefs of our ancestors. It’s time to ask those questions again!
Verses
There are more verses than I could possibly list here, so I added most of them to the last section. Here are some great ones with which to challenge your audience. There are astounding implications to most of these, but I’ll trust in the intelligence of my reader and limit my exposition.
I Timothy 4:10 – “In fact, we labor and strive for this, because we have put our hope in the living God, who is the Savior of everyone, especially of those who believe.”
Romans 11:32 – “For God has imprisoned all in disobedience, so that He may have mercy on all.”
I Corinthians 3:13-15 – “13 …each one’s work will become obvious, for the day will disclose it, because it will be revealed by fire; the fire will test the quality of each one’s work. 14 If anyone’s work that he has built survives, he will receive a reward. 15 If anyone’s work is burned up, it will be lost, but he will be saved; yet it will be like an escape through fire.”
Romans 17:17-20 – “17Since by the one man’s trespass, death reigned through that one man, how much more will those who receive the overflow of grace and the gift of righteousness reign in life through the one man, Jesus Christ. 18 So then, as through one trespass there is condemnation for everyone, so also through one righteous act there is life-giving justification for everyone. 19 For just as through one man’s disobedience the many were made sinners, so also through the one man’s obedience the many will be made righteous. 20 The law came along to multiply the trespass. But where sin multiplied, grace multiplied even more.”
Romans 5:15 – “But the gift is not like the trespass. For if by the one man’s trespass the many died, how much more have the grace of God and the gift overflowed to the many by the grace of the one man, Jesus Christ.” John 12:32 – “32 As for Me, if I am lifted up from the earth I will draw all people to Myself.” Pair this with John 6:44 – “No one can come to Me unless the Father who sent Me draws him, and I will raise him up on the last day.” Colossians 1:20 – “…and through Him to reconcile everything to Himself by making peace through the blood of His cross—whether things on earth or things in heaven.”
In Luke 23:34, Jesus said of His murderers, “Father, forgive them, because they do not know what they are doing.” Did God answer His Son’s prayer? Hint: John 12:49 – “For I have not spoken on My own, but the Father Himself who sent Me has given Me a command as to what I should say and what I should speak.”
Romans 11:25-26, 30-32 – “25 So that you will not be conceited, brothers, I do not want you to be unaware of this mystery: A partial hardening has come to Israel until the full number of the Gentiles has come in. 26 And in this way all Israel will be saved…” “30 As you once disobeyed God, but now have received mercy through their disobedience, 31 so they too have now disobeyed, resulting in mercy to you, so that they also now may receive mercy. 32 For God has imprisoned all in disobedience, so that He may have mercy on all.”
SECTION 5: DEFEND YOURSELF!
This won’t be an exhaustive list of verses that people bring up, but I thought I’d give some common questions and answers I have come across. Again, I’ll start with the reason-based questions and go on to verses.
Common Responses
*1.) What about belief? *
A: Where in the Bible does it say that belief cannot happen after death? Show me that verse. You can’t because there is no such verse. Tradition says that this life is our only opportunity to believe; the Bible does not. (Philippians 2:8-11, Romans 14:11, Rev 5:13, Isa 45:23)
As a side note, I’m actually getting to the point where I’m seeing that belief is merely a response vs. a choice. I don’t believe it’s a prerequisite to salvation, but rather a result of it. That’s probably a bit too deep for the purposes of this line of reasoning, though.
2.) What about God’s justice?
A: I Corinthians 3:13-15 says that there will be great loss for many. There will be a great judgement and all of us will be tested and salted with fire (Mark 9:49). But read the verse in I Cor – none of this means loss of salvation! I would refer you to what judgment and fire mean virtually everywhere in the Bible. The theme of fire is an oft-used metaphor in the text and it is always with a view to purification and completion. We are judged with a view to purification.
Think about how Saul became Paul. He was the test case for what Christ will do for us! Paul was shown Christ and then he believed. If God gave the worst of the sinners (I Tim 1:15) this opportunity, don’t you think it’s unfair if even one person who ever lived didn’t have the same chance?
3.) If we preach this, then people will sin even more. What do they have to lose?
A: Paul ran into this exact issue with many of his churches (Romans 6:15). We need to remember that true Christianity is not about behavior modification; it’s about a relationship with God. What happens when someone shows you true love? Do you take advantage of it? Maybe… but that says more about you than that person. If you are truly loved and cared for by someone, then you want to be better for them. The closer we get to Christ, the more we emulate him. Otherwise, Christianity is just a fear-based system of beliefs. Our God has not given us a spirit of fear (2 Tim 1:7).
People who believe that you can’t lose your salvation have contended with this for centuries.
4.) What about hell?
A: refer to #2. Hell is never mentioned in the Old Testament (Hades refers to the unseen realm; see verse section below for Tartarus). In the New Testament, our translation of the word Hell is actually the word Gehenna (with a couple of exceptions). Gehenna was a trash heap/dump in Jerusalem and was used as a metaphor for the coming judgement in AD 70. It has nothing to do with eternal life.
Matt 23:36 - Truly I say to you, all these things will come upon this generation
Jesus goes as far as literally telling people that most of them will be alive when this stuff comes to past.
Read about AD 70 and read Josephus’ historical accounts of the events. You’ll be amazed at how many things were prophesied.
See below for a more in-depth explanation.
5.) Why does no one else believe in Universalism? A: In the words of u/CmndrCuddj,
“…people like Gregory of Nyssa, Clement of Alexandria, Origen Adamantius; All are within the first 300 years, all spoke native Greek(new testament was written in Greek) and all universalists. Then I turn to St. Augustine who spoke Latin, and confessed to not knowing Greek. Who’s word is more trustworthy?”
6.) God would not allow so many to believe the wrong thing A: On the contrary, God has given us great freedom to believe whatever we want. Look no further than Jesus’ contemporaries. They all believed that there would be a warrior-like savior. They thought the Messiah would come and defeat all of their enemies (e.g., Rome, etc.). They looked for a lion and instead they found the Lamb.
Specific Verses
This isn’t exhaustive, but here are the most common ones I hear. If you don’t want to read through these, you can skip to Section 6.
1.) Matthew 5:22 - …anyone who says, 'You fool!' will be in danger of the fire of hell.
This verse is used to demonstrate that Jesus mentions Hell in the first place and thereby showing that people are destined for it. The word for Hell here is Gahenna.
Gahenna is rooted in an Old Testament locale. It was a valley southwest of Jerusalem (you can see a picture of it right now on Google) and it belonged to a man named Hinnom; it has a very long history and all of it is bad. In 2 Chron. 28, King Ahaz burnt his children there (as did King Manasseh in 2 Chron. 33:6). In Jer. 7 and 19, Jeremiah prophesied of calamity and destruction coming upon the Jews there. From these verses, you will plainly see that Gahenna (a.k.a. the Valley of Hinnom, until God renamed it in Jer. 7:32) came to mean a place of burning, a valley of slaughter, and a place of fiery judgment. The Jews so hated this place that they cast all manner of refuse, deceased animals, and executed criminals into it after King Josiah came on the scene; it became a trash heap. That trash heap was always on fire, with worms, decomposition, the whole bit. A lot of Christians take this as symbolism for eternal punishment, but it’s symbolic of something else entirely: 70 A.D.
You can look at all of the uses of Gahenna in the Bible and see that none of these passages say that anyone of our day can go to ‘hell’. None of them associate hell with Satan. None of them say that Satan’s domain is hell. They speak of men being killed and destroyed in Gahenna, but none of them speak of them being tormented there. (You can see it for yourself. Here are all the mentions of Gahenna: Matt. 5:21-22, 29-30; 10:28; Luke 12:4-5; Matt. 18:9 and Mark 9:43-45; Matt. 23:15, 33; James 3:6).
So the use of Gahenna here is a fact. The history and understanding of what Gahenna was is a fact. The events of 70 A.D. are factual. But the interpretation of any verse (including Matt. 5:22) is up to the reader or teacher. Tradition dating back to the middle ages tells us that Gahenna is a metaphor for a place of eternal punishment, but I come down on the side of most of the early church fathers who interpreted this passage literally (the O.G.s like Irenaeus, Melito, Andreas, Tertullian, Athanasius, Chrysostom, etc.).
2.) Matthew 20:28 – “…just as the Son of Man did not come to be served, but to serve, and to give his life as a ransom for many.” Didn't Jesus pay a ransom to Satan for us?
The ransom was paid to Sin and Death itself. Let’s say that today you make chocolate chip cookies. What would happen if you accidentally dropped a cup of white vinegar into the batter while your mixer stirred it in immediately? The chemical nature of the dough would change. Where you once had something delicious, you would end up with something gross. The key to all of this is to understand what sin really is: Sin is not just a moral failing or an offense to the divine honor… sin is the introduction of corruption and demonic slavery into man’s entire being in the cosmos (Gen. 6:5, 12; II Peter 2:19; Psalm 14:1; Hosea 9:9; Eph. 4:22; Isa. 64:6; Romans 3:9-18… especially 3:10). And we know also that the wages of sin is death (Romans 6:23). Death does not affect just man’s body, but his entire being. Apart from Christ, death is eternal and hopeless. Death is supreme separation from God (Isaiah 38:18).
The work of salvation is vastly more than the satisfaction of God’s offended honor. It addresses every aspect of man’s separation from God. From the first chapter of Genesis, God’s goal in our creation was the full and inexpressibly rich union of man with God. Adam and Eve were prototypes of that life (to a lesser extent than what we will have). They did not start as sinners, but as sharers in the Life of God. This reflects the goal of redemption, which is man’s participation in the divine nature... in other words, our participation in the Life of God. But alas, we were separated from God.
We are separated from God in three ways: through our nature (i.e., flesh), through sin, and through death (Rom. 6:21, 23; 8:2, 6, 38). This separation was overcome in three ways –
a. Through the Son’s Incarnation, whereby He opened a path for man’s return to union with God (Isaiah 7:14; 9:1-2,6-7;11:1-5); b. His sacrificial death on the Cross, by which He vanquished the reign of sin (Isaiah 50:4-9;52:13-15;53:1-12) – this was the ransom paid; c. And His Resurrection from the dead, by which He delivered us from that final enemy (Isaiah 56:6-8; 59:15-20; 60:1-22; 61:1-3; 62:1-5; 63:1-6).
Man’s repentance from sin is not sufficient to restore him to a relationship with God because sin is not merely a moral offense. Sin isn’t a spiritual state that can be altered by a spiritual adjustment and it’s not the sort of affront that’s remedied by an apology. According to the Bible, the state of sin is bondage to death and corruption. Death and corruption are not punishments imposed on sin -- they are a part of sin itself. They are the embodiment of sin (Romans 5:21). To deal with sin, it was necessary to deal with death (Luke 3:4-6, Heb. 2:14-16, I Cor. 15:42, 49).
Now back to the first question: from what did Christ save us? You might think He saved us from eternal torment and suffering in Hell, but I hope you can see that He did so much more than that. He restored (and then some) our “chemical structure” to become like Him and thereby able to share in His life, in His fellowship, in His righteousness, Peace, and Joy in the Holy Spirit! He saved us from eternal separation from Him by eternal death.
3.) Luke 16:19-31 – v.23 – In Hades, where he was in torment… v.24 I am in agony in this fire… v.26 – a great chasm has been set in place… v.28 warn them, so that they will not come to this place of torment
You can do a Google search to find that this parable was actually already a well-known Egyptian folk-tale about Si-Osiris when Jesus told it (Howard Marshall’s The Gospel of Luke, p. 634, Josephus’ A Discourse to Greeks Concerning Hades). In other words, the Pharisees knew this story, yet Jesus puts his own creative genius and spin behind a well-known fable to call out the Pharisees. Before we get to that, here are the biblical proofs of how we know for sure that it’s a parable:
a.) Jesus the Messiah never accuses the rich man of any sin. He is simply portrayed as a wealthy man who lived the good life. b.) Furthermore, Lazarus is never proclaimed to be a righteous man. He is just one who had the misfortune to be poor and unable to care for himself. c.) If this story is literal, then the logical implication is that all the rich are destined to burn in hell, while all the homeless and destitute will be saved. d.) Abraham’s bosom is not heaven (Heb. 11:8-10, 16… 16 being the key verse) e.) People in hell can’t talk to those in heaven (Isa. 65:17) f.) People are rewarded at Christ’s second coming, not at death (Revelation 22:12) g.) “The lost are punished in hell at the end of the world, not when they die (Matthew 13:40–42). Luke 16:31, the last verse of the story, contains a spiritual lesson, showing that the story is actually a parable. Parables cannot be taken literally. If we took parables literally, then we must believe that trees talk! (See this parable in Judges 9:8–15).”
(CREDIT: https://sites.google.com/site/theword4peace/home/lazarus-and-the-rich-man)
In Romans 11:1 Paul rhetorically asks if God has cast away His people, Israel. He answers his own question emphatically by saying "Certainly not!" He tells us that God has not cast away Israel. Paul writes that there is currently a remnant of Israel, analogous to the seven thousand reserved to God in Elijah's time (I Kings 19:18), that God has elected by grace. The rest God hardened, that the Gentiles might also be included in salvation through grace. He gives the resolution of the situation in verse 26.
Read Romans 11:25
The same God that blinded Israel unto disobedience will have mercy on all that have been rebellious due to that blindness. To quote Paul once again, "Oh, the depth of the riches both of the wisdom and knowledge of God! How unsearchable are His judgments and unfathomable His ways!" Praised be the Eternal Creator of all things!
4.) Revelation 20:13-15 - 13 Then the sea gave up its dead, and Death and Hades gave up their dead; all were judged according to their works. 14 Death and Hades were thrown into the lake of fire. This is the second death, the lake of fire. 15 And anyone not found written in the book of life was thrown into the lake of fire.
II Peter 2:17 – “These people are springs without water, mists driven by a whirlwind. The gloom of darkness has been reserved for them.”
Jude 1:13 – “wild waves of the sea, foaming up their shameful deeds; wandering stars for whom the blackness of darkness is reserved forever!”
Daniel 12:2 – “Many of those who sleep in the dust of the earth will awake, some to eternal life, and some to shame and eternal contempt.”
This is the big one! There are many, many more verses like this and they all have one or both of the following in common:
a.) Fiery Imagery (i.e., Lake of Fire) or Darkness (i.e., the Second Death)
b.) Phrases like ‘Eternal Torment’ or ‘Eternal Contempt’ But there are a couple of common motifs that will unify these into one answer. But I want to start with a singular verse: Revelation 20:13-15. Let’s break it down verse by verse.
v.13 - Then the sea gave up its dead, and Death and Hades gave up their dead; all were judged according to their works. Death and Hades hand over the dead to the One on the great white throne (v. 11), Christ Himself. Christ has conquered Death and Hell and these last enemies have been placed under His feet (I Cor. 15:25).
v.14 - Death and Hades were thrown into the lake of fire. This is the second death, the lake of fire. What goes into the Lake of Fire? Death and Hades. Hell and Death, as we know it, are destroyed.
v.15a - And anyone not found written in the book of life… Let’s circle back to this after the second part of the verse.
v. 15b - …was thrown into the lake of fire. So wait a minute… Christ just claimed the dead back from the clutches of Death and Hell just to judge them and throw them into the Lake of Fire to be forever tormented? How does that reconcile with John 10:10 – “The thief cometh not, but that he may steal, and kill, and destroy: I came that they may have life, and may have [it] abundantly.” Jesus is a life-giver and redeemer, not a destroyer.
The ‘second death' and the ‘lake of fire ' is about finally putting to death of all creaturely identities in order to bring them into conformity with the identity of the Christ, the Lamb, Who is the Image of God (2 Cor. 4:4; Col. 1:15).
Now let’s circle back to the first part of this verse:
v.15a - And anyone not found written in the book of life… Let me set the stage here: recall Abram becoming Abraham for me; Jacob became Israel; Saul became Paul; Serai became Sarah; Simon became Peter… and the list goes on. Now read 2 Cor. 3:17 – “So then, if anyone is in Christ, he is a new creation; what is old has passed away--look, what is new has come!”
Paul, Israel, and Abraham with their God-given names were all symbolic of that new creation being lived in time. In Romans 7:20 Paul says, “Now if I do what I do not want, I am no longer the one doing it, but it is the sin that lives in me.” So while some people theorize that Jesus’ name is the only name in the book of life and, by proxy, all of our names are in there…, others theorize that Death and Hades are the only things thrown in. While both may end up being true, that’s not the ultimate point I’m making here: throughout scripture, we are told that our old sin natures will “burn up” when thrown in so that sin might be done away with once and for all (I Cor. 15:57, Romans 6:6, Colossians 3:9, Romans 8:8, Ecclesiastes 7:20, 1 John 1:8). And guess what?! We will be given a new name:
Revelation 2:17 – “I will also give him a white stone, and on the stone a new name is inscribed that no one knows except the one who receives it.”
See also Isa. 56:5, Isa. 62:2, Isa. 65:15, and Rev 3:12. That’s what is in the Book of Life, meaning our old names (i.e., natures) are not. Believers in time have already been crucified with Christ, so they are safe from that judgement (Rev 2:11). So we know that every knee bows and every tongue confesses and with that belief, we’re given a new name – we are new creations (II Cor. 5:17). The "old man" will not enter through the ever-open gates of the New Jerusalem -- his "inheritance" is in the lake of fire. BUT THE PERSON OVER WHOM THE OLD MAN ONCE RULED, THE PERSON MADE IN THE IMAGE OF GOD, WILL BE SAVED (see Ephesians 4:22-24 and especially Colossians 3:9-10). And then God will be All in All (I Cor. 15:28).
Once they have been purified in the lake of fire, even the kings of the earth, those most vile of all men who had stood with the beast and the false prophet (Rev 19:19), will be free to enter the New Jerusalem through gates that never close and never shut anyone out (Rev. 21:24-26). It says it right there in Revelation.
So there is judgment. There are and people will experience unfathomable loss. There will be judgment for unbelievers (John 20:29 – “Blessed are those who believe without seeing Me.”). Where you see retributive judgement, however, I see restorative judgement. Remember, that a running theme in the Bible – especially the Old Testament – is fire as a means of purification. This is overwhelmingly the case as you can see in many, many verses (Zech. 13:9, I Peter 1:7, Isa. 48:10, Job 23:10, Prov. 17:3, Mal. 3:3, Heb. 12:29, etc.). How do we know that this is refiner’s fire and not tormenting fire? For one thing, I Corinthians confirms it for us:
1 Cor. 3:13-15 – “Each one’s work will be revealed. For the Day will declare it, because it will be revealed by fire, and the fire will test what sort of work each has done. If anyone’s work which he has built on the foundation endures, he will receive a reward. If anyone’s work is burned, he will suffer loss. But he himself will be saved, still going through the fire.”
Paul seems to be applying this universal truth to the particular group of men who are communicators of the Bible in (1 Corinthians 3:10-15). Blessed indeed are the victors who are not only not thrown into the lake of fire to experience loss but those who are not even hurt by the second death (Rev 2:11). Blessed are those who believe without seeing (John 20:29). The Lord himself is the fire of judgment that transforms us, conforming us to his glorified body (Rom 8:29; Phil. 3:21).
So now, let’s talk about the other verses here. The German theologian Wolfhart Pannenberg puts it best:
“The judgment that is put in Christ's hands is no longer destruction but a fire purging and cleansing. What it effects is the change to which Paul refers in 1 Cor. 15:50, the transforming of the mortal into immortality. Here is the solution to the apparent contradiction between the statements in 2 Cor. 5:10 and 1 Cor. 15:50: the transformation takes place by the fire of judgment. It involves the completing of penitence, but only as a moment in integration into the new life in fellowship with Jesus Christ. Thus the fire of judgment is purifying not destructive, fire.”
Daniel 12:2 - "Many of those who sleep in the dust of the earth shall awake, some to everlasting life, but others to shame and everlasting contempt.”
In Jude 1:13, “forever” and “everlasting” is from the Greek word aiōna, which is the root word of – you guessed it – aionios. It means age-abiding, not forever and ever – it’s where we get the word ‘eon’. Again, do not take my word for it – it’s there for you to find in lexicons. Aionios only has implications of eternity when it describes something of God Himself. Aidios is the word used for 'absolute eternity' or for 'absolutely eternal', describing for instance "God's eternal (aidios) power and nature" in Romans 1:20 and in Jude 1:6 to describe the eternal power of God that keeps.
As for Daniel 12:2, there is plenty of evidence that this also points to 70 A.D. due to the language throughout chapter 11 and the parallels it has with several verses in Revelation. I’m pretty convinced of it myself and I could make that case here with another page of explanation, but let’s just say for the sake of argument that this verse is speaking eschatologically (P.S. - If you want to read about why it probably belongs in 70 A.D., I’ve got several books that go through all of Daniel + Revelation + Matthew 24, but Matthew 24 Fulfilled by John Bray is the best). Even if that is true, 12:2 uses the same word in the Septuagint translation (referred to as the LXX, it is the Greek translation of the Old Testament) and Jesus quotes it often, verbatim. Aionios is used here as well, but even the Hebrew word, owlam, often means the same thing (as in Jonah 2 when it’s used to refer to Jonah being in the belly of the whale for an age, or a set amount of time).
So what’s the conclusion? When every eye sees Him there will certainly be many who will be struck with grief at the sight of the Crucified Savior-especially those who pierced Him! But it will be God "striking in order to heal.” It will be a sorrow in the hands of God who is Love, producing repentance that does not coerce free will, leading to an irrevocable salvation, a salvation that no one will ever regret. The painful grief through an epistle of Paul led some people in Corinth to a repentance that led to salvation. This will happen on a larger scale when all flesh sees the salvation of the Lord (Isaiah 40:5; Luke 3:6; Isaiah 45:22), when every eye sees (Zechariah 12:10 Rev 1:7) the Son of Man who came with the clouds (Daniel 7:13-14, 27). Why, Saul of Tarsus on the Road to Damascus is a perfect example of what will happen to unbelievers on that day.
SECTION 6: SUPPORTING VERSES
This certainly isn’t all of the verses that supports our universalistic beliefs, but if you are still interested, here are several more (including some you’ve seen above) that further support the idea that Christ saved all.
Genesis 12:3 --- All peoples on earth will be blessed through Abraham.
Genesis 22:18 --- All nations on earth will be blessed through Abraham’s offspring.
Psalms 22:27 --- All the ends of the earth and all the families of the nations will acknowledge God.
Psalms 65:2 --- All men will come to God.
Psalms 86:9 --- All nations will worship and glorify God.
Psalms 103:8-9 --- God is compassionate, will not always accuse and will not be angry forever.
Psalms 145:9-10 --- The Lord has compassion on all His creation and all He has made will praise Him.
Psalms 145:13 --- The Lord loves all His creation.
Psalms 145:14 --- The Lord upholds all who fall.
Isaiah 25:6-8 --- God will prepare a feast for all people, He will destroy the shroud that enfolds all peoples, the sheet that covers up all nations. He will eliminate death, wipe away the tears from all faces and remove the disgrace of his people from all the earth.
Isaiah 45:22-23 --- God has sworn an oath that every knee will bow before Him and every tongue will swear by Him.
Isaiah 49:6 --- God’s salvation will be brought to the ends of the earth.
Isaiah 54:8 --- Although God will hide His face in a surge of anger, He will also have compassion with everlasting kindness.
Isaiah 57:16-18 --- God’s anger is not permanent. Although He punishes man, He will heal, guide and restore comfort to him.
Jeremiah 31:33-34 --- All men will know God, from the greatest to the least.
Lamentations 3:31-33 --- The Lord does not cast off forever. Although He brings grief, he will also be compassionate.
Ezekiah 18:21 --- God does not any pleasure in the death of the wicked. Rather, He is pleased when they repent.
Micah 7:18 --- God does not stay angry forever.
Matthew 18:13 --- Like the man who owes a hundred sheep and is not willing to lose even one, God is not willing that any one be lost.
Luke 2:10 --- The birth of Jesus is good news for all the people.
Luke 3: 5, 6 --- John the Baptist quotes Isaiah’s words that all mankind will see God’s salvation.
John 1:29 --- Jesus is the Lamb of God who takes away the sin of the world.
John 3:35 --- God sent Jesus to save the world.
John 4:42 --- God has committed all things to Christ.
John 5:25 --- Even the dead will hear the sound of Christ and all who hear will live.
John 6:37 --- Everything that God has given to Christ will come to him.
John 12:32 --- When Jesus is lifted up from the earth, he will draw all men to himself.
John 12:47 --- Jesus came to save the world.
John 17:2 --- God granted Christ authority over all people so that Christ may give eternal life to all that God has given him.
Acts 3:20-21 --- Jesus must remain in heaven until the time comes for God to restore everything.
Romans 3:3-4 --- The unbelief of some will not nullify God’s faithfulness.
Romans 5:18 --- The act of obedience of one man (Jesus) will bring life for all men.
Romans 8:19-21 --- Creation itself will be liberated and brought into the glorious freedom of the children of God.
Romans 8:38-39 --- Nothing can separate us from the love of God that is in Christ.
Romans 11:32 --- God made all people imprisoned by disobedience so that he may have mercy on them all.
1 Corinthians 15:22-28 --- All will be made alive in Christ, but each in his own turn and ultimately Christ will subdue all his enemies, eliminate death and God will be all in all.
2 Corinthians 5:15 --- Christ died for all.
2 Corinthians 5:19 --- Through Christ, God was reconciling the world to Himself.
Ephesians 1:11 --- God will bring all things under heaven and on earth under Christ.
Ephesians 4:10 --- Christ ascended higher then all the heavens to fill the whole universe.
Philippians. 2:9-11 --- Every tongue will confess that Jesus is Lord (In 1 Corinthians 12:3, Paul writes that no one can say “Jesus is Lord” except by the Holy Spirit)
Colossians 1: 19-20 --- God was pleased to reconcile to Himself, all things on earth and in heaven through the blood of Christ.
1 Timothy 2:4-6 --- God wants all men to be saved and to know the truth. Can God’s desire be thwarted?
1 Timothy 4:10 --- God is the Saviour of all men, especially (not exclusively) those who believe.
Titus 2:11-12 --- God’s grace, which brings salvation has appeared to all men.
Hebrews 2:9 --- Jesus tasted death for everyone.
1 John 2:2 --- Christ is the atoning sacrifice of the sins of the whole world.
1 John 3:8 --- Christ appeared to destroy the devil’s works. The doctrine of eternal damnation denies the victory of Christ!
1 John 4:14 --- Christ is the Saviour of the world.
Revelations 5:13 --- Every creature in heaven, on earth, under the earth, and on the sea will sing praises to him who sits on the throne and to the Lamb (Christ).
Revelations 21:4-5 --- God will dwell with men and he will wipe every tear from their eyes, death, mourning, crying, pain and the old order of things will pass and everything will be made new.
submitted by Ephezius to ChristianUniversalism [link] [comments]


2020.09.22 17:39 babybluekj My Ex Falsely Accused Me (24M) of Sexual Assault in Private, Yet Never Really Said I Assaulted Them

I will not be including a TLDR for this due to the complexity of the situation, and I ask that you read this in its entirety before jumping to comment something harsh. I’d also like to state that I support survivors of sexual assault.
About a month ago, I woke up to a text from my Ex of over 5 years. My current partner was out of town for work, and this is the first I have heard from my Ex in roughly 4 years. (For context, the relationship ended poorly; I moved to another state for work, we tried long distance, and it was too hard for both of us. They were also stuck between a rock and a hard place, and had continued feelings for a past lover back home; they would never admit it, but this definitely was one of the reasons they initiated the breakup. They started dating this former lover a couple months after the breakup. I spiraled into a depressive state for a little while but moved on. These sexual assault allegations had nothing to do with the breakup.) I started dating my current partner about two years later, and we’ve been together for over two years now.
This text message from my ex was incredibly accusatory, and completely out of the blue. Yet it never actually states that I assaulted them. It basically said that I must have “forgotten my own actions,” and that I was hypocritical for being an ally to survivors because of my past actions toward them. The message also outlined the two incidents that they believe I am wrong in, stating that I touched them sexually and took off pieces of their clothing without permission, along with forcing them to touch me sexually in return. They also stated that I was emotionally manipulative, and that I always knew the right things to say and how to make them feel bad if they didn’t play along.
Before I share my side, let me say that I responded to the message, and chose not to be defensive or self-serving in an attempt to mitigate any hostility, and to not interrupt their grieving. I apologized, stating that while my perception of the specific events may be different, that I was ashamed and sorry that I let any situation get even remotely questionable in regards to consent. I told them I understood their perspective, and was incredibly sorry for putting them in any situation that they felt pressured or guilted into doing anything with me, and that their perception is their reality. I told them I took full ownership and accountability of making them feel the way they do, as I knew this would be the best route to let them continue to heal. I did not admit to committing assault, and made sure they knew my perspective was different.
And I mean that. The thing is, these situations did happen very early on in the relationship, yet, the details are off. I remember these situations vividly; we dealt with them after they had happened, because my ex had regret about going farther sexually than they had liked (they were very religious, and a virgin). We talked about them in person and over text and, resolved any issues, and stayed together for a year after they happened. Plain and simple, I did not do these things without consent. I always asked before proceeding (sometimes even if it was something we had done before), stopped if my partner was uncomfortable, and never took off my clothes unprompted. If I asked, it was always “sure, if you want to.” Any nervousness I sensed I figured was just from this being their first time doing anything sexually with another person. But I always asked beforehand and received some sort of permission (a head nod, a verbal yes/sure), which they say did not happen. I even did some digging in my old texts with them, and I have evidence of that permission: Texts from them stating “I know I gave you permission, but we went too far for my liking, and I don’t want be that sexual again.” Granted, that only applies to one of the situations. I don’t believe I ever coerced them. Naturally I would show disappointment that they did not want to connect physically with me; but it was never to guilt them into doing anything. I can’t exactly control the regret that they feel from the situations that they gave me permission and consent for. I know consent can change, and I would always stop if a yes turned into a no.
So, what is it? Maybe this is how they are processing things, or their own regret taking over. Honestly it is probably them processing potential trauma and realizing they didn't know how to say no before. I’m not really sure. They responded back to me and said they were glad I knew now, and that they feel like they can finally recover from the situation, and thanked me for being understanding and taking accountability. I did not want to dive into this deeper, as I did not want to contradict my original apology in any way. The original message never actually called me a sexual assaulter, and was meant as a wake up call. They also said that they intended to keep this private; for that reason, and the manner in which I apologized, I don’t think this would ever get out publicly.
But I have a sense of guilt in not telling my current partner; this was not something I wanted to share over the phone, and when they finally came back from their work trip the next week, we both got incredibly busy with work, and I was just too scared to bring it up – which is strange. Our relationship is rock solid, and very communicative, and built on trust. I don’t want to damage that, so I know I need to share. What also makes it tough is this is something that has been brought up before. When hearing about other mutuals being accused of sexual assault or rape, my partner has previously said to me, “if you were ever accused, I probably wouldn’t believe it, but I’m not sure what I would do with myself.” These factors, along with me just being a little ashamed of myself at the moment, have me hesitant to say anything. While I am not viewing myself as a sexual assaulter, I’m ashamed that I was in a questionable situation, hurt someone, and honestly am really regretting my entire past relationship with this person at the moment.
Has anyone gone through something like this? How did you tell your partner, and what was the end result? I almost feel as if this would be easier to write out on paper and give them. Is that a bad idea? I’m also worried that too much time has passed since. I know I need to sit down and have a conversation about it with them, but how would I go about bringing it up? There has not been any communication with the person who accused me since - has anyone recommunicated with their false accuser and given their perspective? I'm holding on to the evidence of consent that I have in case they were to go public or take any legal action. Has anyone's accuser gone public after saying they wouldn't? Anything helps.
P.S.
I understand if this post gets hate, or if you call me a sexual assaulter. Their perspective is valid, and I'm not trying to cry wolf; I just think consent, while it existed, was never as explicit and clear as it should have been in those situations, and I have a much better understanding of it now.
submitted by babybluekj to SupportForTheAccused [link] [comments]


2020.09.22 00:45 fractalfay Apples being raked does nothing for me: Recap of Happily Ever After? S05E15

After 24 hours as a pudding cannon and pill dispenser, Eric is in awe of himself and his untapped nurturing abilities. Larissa is a total vegetable, and Eric says it’s like having a kid, if parenthood has a 24 hour expiration date, and your child is made of plastic. He’s flirting with making airplane noises as he coaxes Larissa to “open” and consume another 25 calories of goo.
Eric is behind in the quotable quotes department, and realizes he’s running out of episodes to make that happen. So he tosses this salad: “Time without sex gives me more time to get prepared. For what? Well, it doesn’t involve plastic sheeting. It’s been 24 hours. She’s not recovering as quickly as I thought. But I’m not gonna stop when I’m in the middle of the danger zone. I’m gonna take it right into the danger zone.” Thank you Goose, that was outstanding.
He’s crying because Larissa truly is a mess, and he takes her back to the doctor’s office. Dr. Tit-Punch is exactly that, and he comes in like a jolly ginger cowboy checking in on that steer he just branded. He asks about pain, because the more she hurts the more his powers grow, and Larissa confirms it’s happening. Then he reminds Larissa that they hurt a lot because she went for a large size, and they’re under the muscle; he, of course, recommended a small size, but did she listen? Noooooo. Go home, Dr. Feelbad. Larissa can’t move her face at all while she pretends to laugh at her own expense. The doc then adds that he shrunk her areoles from their former silver dollar size to the size of a quarter, and I demand a better descriptor, since this Sacajawea dollar is very nearly a quarter, THANKS.
Fast forward a few weeks, and Larissa and Eric meet up with some of Larissa’s friends for a face and tit and weave reveal, as one does. Eric thinks all of this plastic surgery and bottomless pain killer prescriptions is strengthening their bond, so long as he doesn’t have to be her “sea-na” again (certified nurse’s assistant) again. This duo happily reports Eric’s recovery woes, that they’re still not having enough sex, and that they’ve moved a second bed into Eric’s bedroom, so they sleep like the camp scene in Parent Trap. Larissa’s friends think this is weird, but so is perpetually disappearing to play volleyball, and Paul’s entire existence, so yeah, on this show and in reality, this two beds thing ain’t shit. Larissa’s nose looks okay, even if one nostril seems bigger than the other, and her tits are standing at attention, threatening to escape the strips of fabric she used to bandaid her nipples. If she’s getting titties, she’s doing em justice goddammit, and is raising a flag with those cannons. I think she’s ready to be American.
Angela is beside herself with the news that her mother is in the ICU, and she’s quickly packing up before heading to the airport to be at her mother’s bedside. She’s afraid her mom will never meet him, and that she’ll arrive too late to say goodbye.
“Maybe it’s my fault,” Angela says, blaming herself for something she can’t control, like people with too much responsibility everywhere. Her grief and sense of panic is a reminder of Angela’s special place on this show, and the real person lurking underneath her brash and ridiculous façade. Human Angela is a thousand times more interesting than white trash caricature Angela. More of this, please.
Michael is in tears over her upcoming departure, but knows he has to be strong for her, because she needs to help her mom. He sees her off at the airport, and they call each other husband and wife. Angela wants Michael in the US of A, where he can support her in person, and it seems like she’s speaking for a lot of couples here.
After her plane lands, Angela fumbles with her luggage and heads directly to the hospital, knowing that she’ll have to crack some jokes as a greeting, because that’s how her mother knows her. As she heads through the hospital doors, she hopes to at least get to hold her mother’s hand and tell her she loves her before she fades.
90DF catches up with her two weeks later, and we learn that Grandma hung on for 10 more days, and Angela got to say goodbye. Angela and Skyla sit down to talk about it, and Skyla starts bobbing her foot the way Angela does when she’s trying not to cry, and reports that when she was at Grandma’s bedside, Grandma soothed her by saying, “Well, I’ve got to go to heaven sometime.” This is a perfect epitaph.
Angela seems softer, and she says Michael has been great over the phone, but she just wants her husband at her side. Then the grandkids ask if they can watch youtube, and Angela says fine, so long as they don’t land on that dude with Doritos dust still in his beard talking about green beams from California. She calls Michael, and starts smoking so he’ll recognize her. During this call Michael says that it could be up to 18 months before he’ll arrive in the USA on a spousal visa, and Angela wonders if all of this is too hard. Michael knows his role by now, and he says it’s not too hard, and they can do it — they just need to be more stubborn than the immigration office.
I’ve said it before, and it seems worth repeating: Angela’s tantrums are all an act, because these two are way too relaxed around each other for a pair in a consistently abusive relationship, and Michael is never surprised by her outbursts; they seem to know how they’ve been branded by producers, and work to color within the lines. In situations where people normally go to pieces, they are both instantly adults, navigating complex decisions and supporting each other practically and emotionally. They’ll be back.
Kalani and Asuelu are loading the family up to wave off the pirate ship that brought Asuelu’s family to shore. Kalani is calling Kennedy Freddy, and now I’m confused. They hope to get through a few sentences without a money grab, and things look promising when Rosa signs that it was good to see all of them, and Oliver and Kennedy make more effort to sign to her than anyone else thus far. Why didn’t we get more Rosa? Her signing with the kids would have been totally charming. Why does 90DF always drop us in the most predictable dark waters, and edit anything relatable out?
Just as they’re starting to relax, Mom asks for money again, and announces that she’s joking seconds before Kalani detonates. Asuelu says it’s too soon for that joke, and as they leave Mom reminds both of them to take care of the kids repeatedly, because Asuelu sometimes forgets.
“Bye my room, thank you for everything,” Mom shouts as they leave.
“Stop talking to me,” the room retorts.
Theory: I think Asuelu gave her more money when he went to visit her alone, and that’s the real reason she shut up about it. Just putting that out there.
Back in Utah, Kalani and Asuelu go to dinner, and cheers three times, and the bartenders need to stop being dicks and bring this woman an adult’s drink. Maybe I’ve been in Portland too long, but if I surrender $7.00 and get a Diixie cup of liquor and not a mason jar spilling over the sides, there had better be bottomless refills.
Anyway, since these two have nothing to talk about and Kalani is increasingly unsuccessful in veiling her contempt, Kalani asks the waiter for paper and pens so they can play Tic-Tac-Toe and a new game Kalani invented called Dreaming Myself Elsewhere. She suggests they do their homework assignment from the therapist, who they apparently went to see exactly once, because they’re doing that who-does-what list mentioned a few episodes ago. Afterwards Asuelu collects the papers and declares he’s going to grade himself. Dude, you need to swap papers with your neighbor. Do you even junior high, bro?
Anyway, Asuelu awards himself Perfect Attendance, and Kalani says hers looks like Honor Roll, but he can copy off her paper. Asuelu isolates his apple-raking meditation as one of his weekly responsibilities, lest the lawn be reduced to sauce. If he sugars the whole thing, he’ll be inching towards compote. I mean, think of the ants.
“Apples being raked does nothing for me,” Lady Kalani declares, as she nibbles just a corner of a truffle, and demands just a touch more wine.
“You are the pineapple of my life,” Asuelu JarJars, chawing on the ankle of a surfboard.
For the record, unfair allotment of domestic duties is one of the leading causes of divorce, and the #2 cause of a screaming match I may or may not have participated in seven years ago that included the phrase, “Go die.” #1 would be money, which also isn’t looking so good for Team Kasuelu, even if citizenship grants them double the 90DF dimes.
Later on, COVID-19 is becoming a Korean horror movie subplot, and Kalani is going to pass on the role of Woman Who Dies First. Asuelu’s been playing volleyball, which has to be code for drugs or porn or a massage with a happy ending, because I can’t. We know from his response to measles that he doesn’t think disease actually exists, so these unmasked, socially-intimate sweat exchanges could bring The Rona into their home. Kalani’s retort is to buy him a one-way ticket to Washington, aka the first state to suffer a major outbreak. This is the most Shakespearean thing to ever happen to this show. This is the most Game of Thrones thing to happen on this show.
“I know,” Kalani says, running her finger along the lip of a wine glass until it sings. “Quarantine is oddly freeing, isn’t it? Perhaps you’d enjoy another scene of me putting on makeup? I can also comb my mermaid hair from this clamshell.”
Kalani’s savage death sentence comes riding in on the back of the fucks she has left to give about his hidden “volleyball” agenda. AND THIS IS THE MOST SHAKESPEARE MOMENT OF ALL: She sentences him to several months with his mom, a senior citizen he’ll warmly embrace, germ flowing, right off an airplane.
“She sent him right into the danger zone,” Eric is in awe.
I see you, Kalani. I know you’re Cobra Kai. Strike fast, strike hard, no mercy. Sweep the leg. (Insert appropriate hand signal acknowledging mutual membership.)
Mother Kalani aka Lisa sits down to talk to Kalani, showing off her own waterfall of dark curls, used to thwart advancing man-babies and summon larger drinks. They sit underneath a sign that reads, “we decided on forever” without a hint of irony, and this is the greatest thing ever, and a warning not to put words on your wall unless you’re okay with their curse. After they talk for awhile Lisa starts crying, because her daughter is unhappy and Asuelu let her down.
“Can we just focus on how cute the children are and how sexy my husband is instead of Asuelu?” Lisa makes a solid argument. “Kalani was supposed to get a Brandon, and somehow she got a Steve. A Steve. You know who wants a Steve? Nobody.”
Speaking of needing help, Syngin is running out of reasons to return stateside with Tania, but thinks he can still feign confusion for a few more scenes. “How’s this face? That’s my confused face. Wait, I have another one. This is startled. I know, right? Range,” Syngin is prepared.
He sits down with his family, and they want to know if he has any actual desire to return to CT. His moms tells him he’s “wasting your journey,” unless he wants to travel with excess baggage. After several minutes of resigned conversation, he loses hope that one among them will demand a kidney or ask him to stick around the carry the groceries, so he remains stuck toting Tania across the tarmac.
“I could tote her,” Angela is ready. “I just need ya egg.”
It’s their last day in South Africa, and Syngin is getting ice cream with the person he’s about to be trapped on a plane with. Tania thinks that Syngin lied about his plans for the future, and time-out, Tania lied, too. She said they could live anywhere in the US, and the minute his plane landed she was waxing poetic about her own childhood and how she wants to raise her children in CT, thus rendering them both prisoners of a snowy state for upwards of 18 years. Tania says their relationship is all that maters, because she’s never gonna get a baby if something else does. For his part, Syngin decides he wants to be a coder, a fireman, a detective police officer but not a regular one, a boy band guitarist, and a meadow, because he doesn’t like to limit himself.
Colt has to break the news to his mom that he’s technically an adult, but not before he demonstrates that he doesn’t know how to cut a cat’s nails. His dieting strategy is surrounding himself with food he doesn’t want to eat, so he celebrates the delivery of vegan mac and cheese. Colt tries to get Debbie to arrange her mouth around this foreign sounding word, “vegan” and she recognizes it as the flirting he clearly intended it to be.
Debbie presses for the deets on why he seems down, and he says that after a lifetime of blaming the women in his life for his failed relationships, he’s ready to blame Debbie, too. Never mind that the common denominator in all of these relationships is the guy who doesn’t cook his own food or make his own bed, but lets not burden ourselves with details. Debbie still insists that Jess was using Colt for a green card, and that she has to meddle because the minute she steps away, he’s ordering dairy-rich foods without the dairy. Still, Colt feels like he doesn’t have the kind of privacy normally afforded a reality star. Colt mimes more son feelings, and asks his mom to hold his hand like a Lifetime movie. Debbie is not having it, because she’s seen that movie, and knows this is the scene where the mother’s role in the plot expires.
“I’d like to see him make his own bed, wash his own clothes, give himself a sponge bath,” Debbie scoffs. “No one lights a pumpkin spice Yankee candle the way I do. No one alphabetized the Cornish cookware like me. He might think he can handle a Pyrex dish, but think again.”
“I don’t know what any of those things are, but I want to be treated like a man,” Colt asserts. “Not because I act like one, but because I say it. ”
Speaking of not-a-man, Charlie is trying to form talking words with his chicken nugget brain, but he’s already double-dipped in Ranch. Andrei drags him outside, and since we’ve endured endless teasing of coming fisticuffs, nothing happens. Charlie drunkenly issues macho challenges, and Andrei says they’re not going to figure it out tonight. He tells Charlie to remember his sister, and her happiness, and they can go inside and worry about it later.
“Yes, the wedding was $30K, okay,” Andrei reports. “That was Charlie’s college fund, which will clearly not be needed.”
Somebody call 9-1-1, because Libby and Andrei’s Moldovan wedding is on fire! No one has puzzled out how to muzzle and duct tape the drunk guy yet, which means the groomsmen and bridesmaids are fired. Charlie sways around and says that Andrei is “soft” because he didn’t punch his wife’s brother at their wedding do-over, which is the sort of thing you think when a moment of not being the center of attention is enough to cause you to crumble. Chuck still wades around in Charlie’s bullshit, unwilling or unable to tell him to go the fuck home, insisting that he “did it for my daughter, not for Andrei.” Marcel tries to earn his place back on the groom team by telling Charlie to STFU, and DUI Jen works to make it worse by emphasizing that Andrei is still a bad guy, they should just should pause the theatrics for Libby. Nothing is going to stop this drunken tantrum, and he tells Chuck, “They’re already married, and you’re still paying for their shit. You have seven kids. I’m not taking a pay cut for this dude.”
“You can’t talk to Jesus when you’re drunk,” Thank you, Akinyi.
Libby doesn’t want to be left out of rerouting this public display of douchebag into Andrei’s fault. “Why is he so mad?” She demands. “What did you say to him?” Libby, drunk people aren’t logical. There isn’t a cause and effect happening.
Andrei takes Chuck aside, and asks him to handle his son, for America. This approach makes Chuck defensive, so Andrei reels it back, and apologizes for his part in their tense relationship. He says that he genuinely wants things to be better, especially now that children are involved, and says, “For the sake of my daughter, and your daughter, make peace.” Whoa, what’s adulthood doing here? Chuck seems moved by the sudden appearance of sincerity, especially when Andrei doubles down on acknowledging his contribution to this mess, and they agree to meet each other half way…until Chuck steps to the left for his interview, which allows another opportunity to say he doesn’t know about Andrei. Did he get a $5 bonus every time he trotted out this line?
Libby is still worried that Andrei and her family will never get along, and finds a way to hector Andrei about the importance of getting along with her fam all over again, and I can’t help but wish she’d take that tone with the other toxic people in her life.
“I made peace with you father,” Andrei says in his own defense. “Me and your dad buried the hatchet. Your sister and brother, they are assholes. Yes, I am the one who has said it. Look on Reddit, there is much agreement with me.”
Libby is drained, and just wants to enjoy the rest of her wedding, and Andrei is sweet to her, and these two are tolerable for a hot minute. Exactly one hot minute.
“There’s a broke bum over there named Charlie,” says a broke bum over there named Andrei. “What? You think peacefulness would last?”
Next week, it’s tell-all time! Angela wears her face mask so the internets don’t give her the ‘rona, Tania and Syngin show off that pre or post divorce glow, Kalani is pleased to report Asuelu isn’t there, DUI Jen and Charlie chuck grenades in glass houses, Colt is feeling himself, Angela threatens to beat Tammy’s ass because she can out Jerry Springer anyone, and Shaun eagerly demonstrates that she enjoys the smell of social distancing, and is also Cobra Kai. Make em bleed, Shaun. Make em bleed.
submitted by fractalfay to 90DayFiance [link] [comments]


2020.09.22 00:42 fractalfay Apples being raked does nothing for me: Recap of 90DF Happily Ever After? S05E15

After 24 hours as a pudding cannon and pill dispenser, Eric is in awe of himself and his untapped nurturing abilities. Larissa is a total vegetable, and Eric says it’s like having a kid, if parenthood has a 24 hour expiration date, and your child is made of plastic. He’s flirting with making airplane noises as he coaxes Larissa to “open” and consume another 25 calories of goo.
Eric is behind in the quotable quotes department, and realizes he’s running out of episodes to make that happen. So he tosses this salad: “Time without sex gives me more time to get prepared. For what? Well, it doesn’t involve plastic sheeting. It’s been 24 hours. She’s not recovering as quickly as I thought. But I’m not gonna stop when I’m in the middle of the danger zone. I’m gonna take it right into the danger zone.” Thank you Goose, that was outstanding.
He’s crying because Larissa truly is a mess, and he takes her back to the doctor’s office. Dr. Tit-Punch is exactly that, and he comes in like a jolly ginger cowboy checking in on that steer he just branded. He asks about pain, because the more she hurts the more his powers grow, and Larissa confirms it’s happening. Then he reminds Larissa that they hurt a lot because she went for a large size, and they’re under the muscle; he, of course, recommended a small size, but did she listen? Noooooo. Go home, Dr. Feelbad. Larissa can’t move her face at all while she pretends to laugh at her own expense. The doc then adds that he shrunk her areoles from their former silver dollar size to the size of a quarter, and I demand a better descriptor, since this Sacajawea dollar is very nearly a quarter, THANKS.
Fast forward a few weeks, and Larissa and Eric meet up with some of Larissa’s friends for a face and tit and weave reveal, as one does. Eric thinks all of this plastic surgery and bottomless pain killer prescriptions is strengthening their bond, so long as he doesn’t have to be her “sea-na” again (certified nurse’s assistant) again. This duo happily reports Eric’s recovery woes, that they’re still not having enough sex, and that they’ve moved a second bed into Eric’s bedroom, so they sleep like the camp scene in Parent Trap. Larissa’s friends think this is weird, but so is perpetually disappearing to play volleyball, and Paul’s entire existence, so yeah, on this show and in reality, this two beds thing ain’t shit. Larissa’s nose looks okay, even if one nostril seems bigger than the other, and her tits are standing at attention, threatening to escape the strips of fabric she used to bandaid her nipples. If she’s getting titties, she’s doing em justice goddammit, and is raising a flag with those cannons. I think she’s ready to be American.
Angela is beside herself with the news that her mother is in the ICU, and she’s quickly packing up before heading to the airport to be at her mother’s bedside. She’s afraid her mom will never meet him, and that she’ll arrive too late to say goodbye.
“Maybe it’s my fault,” Angela says, blaming herself for something she can’t control, like people with too much responsibility everywhere. Her grief and sense of panic is a reminder of Angela’s special place on this show, and the real person lurking underneath her brash and ridiculous façade. Human Angela is a thousand times more interesting than white trash caricature Angela. More of this, please.
Michael is in tears over her upcoming departure, but knows he has to be strong for her, because she needs to help her mom. He sees her off at the airport, and they call each other husband and wife. Angela wants Michael in the US of A, where he can support her in person, and it seems like she’s speaking for a lot of couples here.
After her plane lands, Angela fumbles with her luggage and heads directly to the hospital, knowing that she’ll have to crack some jokes as a greeting, because that’s how her mother knows her. As she heads through the hospital doors, she hopes to at least get to hold her mother’s hand and tell her she loves her before she fades.
90DF catches up with her two weeks later, and we learn that Grandma hung on for 10 more days, and Angela got to say goodbye. Angela and Skyla sit down to talk about it, and Skyla starts bobbing her foot the way Angela does when she’s trying not to cry, and reports that when she was at Grandma’s bedside, Grandma soothed her by saying, “Well, I’ve got to go to heaven sometime.” This is a perfect epitaph.
Angela seems softer, and she says Michael has been great over the phone, but she just wants her husband at her side. Then the grandkids ask if they can watch youtube, and Angela says fine, so long as they don’t land on that dude with Doritos dust still in his beard talking about green beams from California. She calls Michael, and starts smoking so he’ll recognize her. During this call Michael says that it could be up to 18 months before he’ll arrive in the USA on a spousal visa, and Angela wonders if all of this is too hard. Michael knows his role by now, and he says it’s not too hard, and they can do it — they just need to be more stubborn than the immigration office.
I’ve said it before, and it seems worth repeating: Angela’s tantrums are all an act, because these two are way too relaxed around each other for a pair in a consistently abusive relationship, and Michael is never surprised by her outbursts; they seem to know how they’ve been branded by producers, and work to color within the lines. In situations where people normally go to pieces, they are both instantly adults, navigating complex decisions and supporting each other practically and emotionally. They’ll be back.
Kalani and Asuelu are loading the family up to wave off the pirate ship that brought Asuelu’s family to shore. Kalani is calling Kennedy Freddy, and now I’m confused. They hope to get through a few sentences without a money grab, and things look promising when Rosa signs that it was good to see all of them, and Oliver and Kennedy make more effort to sign to her than anyone else thus far. Why didn’t we get more Rosa? Her signing with the kids would have been totally charming. Why does 90DF always drop us in the most predictable dark waters, and edit anything relatable out?
Just as they’re starting to relax, Mom asks for money again, and announces that she’s joking seconds before Kalani detonates. Asuelu says it’s too soon for that joke, and as they leave Mom reminds both of them to take care of the kids repeatedly, because Asuelu sometimes forgets.
“Bye my room, thank you for everything,” Mom shouts as they leave.
“Stop talking to me,” the room retorts.
Theory: I think Asuelu gave her more money when he went to visit her alone, and that’s the real reason she shut up about it. Just putting that out there.
Back in Utah, Kalani and Asuelu go to dinner, and cheers three times, and the bartenders need to stop being dicks and bring this woman an adult’s drink. Maybe I’ve been in Portland too long, but if I surrender $7.00 and get a Diixie cup of liquor and not a mason jar spilling over the sides, there had better be bottomless refills.
Anyway, since these two have nothing to talk about and Kalani is increasingly unsuccessful in veiling her contempt, Kalani asks the waiter for paper and pens so they can play Tic-Tac-Toe and a new game Kalani invented called Dreaming Myself Elsewhere. She suggests they do their homework assignment from the therapist, who they apparently went to see exactly once, because they’re doing that who-does-what list mentioned a few episodes ago. Afterwards Asuelu collects the papers and declares he’s going to grade himself. Dude, you need to swap papers with your neighbor. Do you even junior high, bro?
Anyway, Asuelu awards himself Perfect Attendance, and Kalani says hers looks like Honor Roll, but he can copy off her paper. Asuelu isolates his apple-raking meditation as one of his weekly responsibilities, lest the lawn be reduced to sauce. If he sugars the whole thing, he’ll be inching towards compote. I mean, think of the ants.
“Apples being raked does nothing for me,” Lady Kalani declares, as she nibbles just a corner of a truffle, and demands just a touch more wine.
“You are the pineapple of my life,” Asuelu JarJars, chawing on the ankle of a surfboard.
For the record, unfair allotment of domestic duties is one of the leading causes of divorce, and the #2 cause of a screaming match I may or may not have participated in seven years ago that included the phrase, “Go die.” #1 would be money, which also isn’t looking so good for Team Kasuelu, even if citizenship grants them double the 90DF dimes.
Later on, COVID-19 is becoming a Korean horror movie subplot, and Kalani is going to pass on the role of Woman Who Dies First. Asuelu’s been playing volleyball, which has to be code for drugs or porn or a massage with a happy ending, because I can’t. We know from his response to measles that he doesn’t think disease actually exists, so these unmasked, socially-intimate sweat exchanges could bring The Rona into their home. Kalani’s retort is to buy him a one-way ticket to Washington, aka the first state to suffer a major outbreak. This is the most Shakespearean thing to ever happen to this show. This is the most Game of Thrones thing to happen on this show.
“I know,” Kalani says, running her finger along the lip of a wine glass until it sings. “Quarantine is oddly freeing, isn’t it? Perhaps you’d enjoy another scene of me putting on makeup? I can also comb my mermaid hair from this clamshell.”
Kalani’s savage death sentence comes riding in on the back of the fucks she has left to give about his hidden “volleyball” agenda. AND THIS IS THE MOST SHAKESPEARE MOMENT OF ALL: She sentences him to several months with his mom, a senior citizen he’ll warmly embrace, germ flowing, right off an airplane.
“She sent him right into the danger zone,” Eric is in awe.
I see you, Kalani. I know you’re Cobra Kai. Strike fast, strike hard, no mercy. Sweep the leg. (Insert appropriate hand signal acknowledging mutual membership.)
Mother Kalani aka Lisa sits down to talk to Kalani, showing off her own waterfall of dark curls, used to thwart advancing man-babies and summon larger drinks. They sit underneath a sign that reads, “we decided on forever” without a hint of irony, and this is the greatest thing ever, and a warning not to put words on your wall unless you’re okay with their curse. After they talk for awhile Lisa starts crying, because her daughter is unhappy and Asuelu let her down.
“Can we just focus on how cute the children are and how sexy my husband is instead of Asuelu?” Lisa makes a solid argument. “Kalani was supposed to get a Brandon, and somehow she got a Steve. A Steve. You know who wants a Steve? Nobody.”
Speaking of needing help, Syngin is running out of reasons to return stateside with Tania, but thinks he can still feign confusion for a few more scenes. “How’s this face? That’s my confused face. Wait, I have another one. This is startled. I know, right? Range,” Syngin is prepared.
He sits down with his family, and they want to know if he has any actual desire to return to CT. His moms tells him he’s “wasting your journey,” unless he wants to travel with excess baggage. After several minutes of resigned conversation, he loses hope that one among them will demand a kidney or ask him to stick around the carry the groceries, so he remains stuck toting Tania across the tarmac.
“I could tote her,” Angela is ready. “I just need ya egg.”
It’s their last day in South Africa, and Syngin is getting ice cream with the person he’s about to be trapped on a plane with. Tania thinks that Syngin lied about his plans for the future, and time-out, Tania lied, too. She said they could live anywhere in the US, and the minute his plane landed she was waxing poetic about her own childhood and how she wants to raise her children in CT, thus rendering them both prisoners of a snowy state for upwards of 18 years. Tania says their relationship is all that maters, because she’s never gonna get a baby if something else does. For his part, Syngin decides he wants to be a coder, a fireman, a detective police officer but not a regular one, a boy band guitarist, and a meadow, because he doesn’t like to limit himself.
Colt has to break the news to his mom that he’s technically an adult, but not before he demonstrates that he doesn’t know how to cut a cat’s nails. His dieting strategy is surrounding himself with food he doesn’t want to eat, so he celebrates the delivery of vegan mac and cheese. Colt tries to get Debbie to arrange her mouth around this foreign sounding word, “vegan” and she recognizes it as the flirting he clearly intended it to be.
Debbie presses for the deets on why he seems down, and he says that after a lifetime of blaming the women in his life for his failed relationships, he’s ready to blame Debbie, too. Never mind that the common denominator in all of these relationships is the guy who doesn’t cook his own food or make his own bed, but lets not burden ourselves with details. Debbie still insists that Jess was using Colt for a green card, and that she has to meddle because the minute she steps away, he’s ordering dairy-rich foods without the dairy. Still, Colt feels like he doesn’t have the kind of privacy normally afforded a reality star. Colt mimes more son feelings, and asks his mom to hold his hand like a Lifetime movie. Debbie is not having it, because she’s seen that movie, and knows this is the scene where the mother’s role in the plot expires.
“I’d like to see him make his own bed, wash his own clothes, give himself a sponge bath,” Debbie scoffs. “No one lights a pumpkin spice Yankee candle the way I do. No one alphabetized the Cornish cookware like me. He might think he can handle a Pyrex dish, but think again.”
“I don’t know what any of those things are, but I want to be treated like a man,” Colt asserts. “Not because I act like one, but because I say it. ”
Speaking of not-a-man, Charlie is trying to form talking words with his chicken nugget brain, but he’s already double-dipped in Ranch. Andrei drags him outside, and since we’ve endured endless teasing of coming fisticuffs, nothing happens. Charlie drunkenly issues macho challenges, and Andrei says they’re not going to figure it out tonight. He tells Charlie to remember his sister, and her happiness, and they can go inside and worry about it later.
“Yes, the wedding was $30K, okay,” Andrei reports. “That was Charlie’s college fund, which will clearly not be needed.”
Somebody call 9-1-1, because Libby and Andrei’s Moldovan wedding is on fire! No one has puzzled out how to muzzle and duct tape the drunk guy yet, which means the groomsmen and bridesmaids are fired. Charlie sways around and says that Andrei is “soft” because he didn’t punch his wife’s brother at their wedding do-over, which is the sort of thing you think when a moment of not being the center of attention is enough to cause you to crumble. Chuck still wades around in Charlie’s bullshit, unwilling or unable to tell him to go the fuck home, insisting that he “did it for my daughter, not for Andrei.” Marcel tries to earn his place back on the groom team by telling Charlie to STFU, and DUI Jen works to make it worse by emphasizing that Andrei is still a bad guy, they should just should pause the theatrics for Libby. Nothing is going to stop this drunken tantrum, and he tells Chuck, “They’re already married, and you’re still paying for their shit. You have seven kids. I’m not taking a pay cut for this dude.”
“You can’t talk to Jesus when you’re drunk,” Thank you, Akinyi.
Libby doesn’t want to be left out of rerouting this public display of douchebag into Andrei’s fault. “Why is he so mad?” She demands. “What did you say to him?” Libby, drunk people aren’t logical. There isn’t a cause and effect happening.
Andrei takes Chuck aside, and asks him to handle his son, for America. This approach makes Chuck defensive, so Andrei reels it back, and apologizes for his part in their tense relationship. He says that he genuinely wants things to be better, especially now that children are involved, and says, “For the sake of my daughter, and your daughter, make peace.” Whoa, what’s adulthood doing here? Chuck seems moved by the sudden appearance of sincerity, especially when Andrei doubles down on acknowledging his contribution to this mess, and they agree to meet each other half way…until Chuck steps to the left for his interview, which allows another opportunity to say he doesn’t know about Andrei. Did he get a $5 bonus every time he trotted out this line?
Libby is still worried that Andrei and her family will never get along, and finds a way to hector Andrei about the importance of getting along with her fam all over again, and I can’t help but wish she’d take that tone with the other toxic people in her life.
“I made peace with you father,” Andrei says in his own defense. “Me and your dad buried the hatchet. Your sister and brother, they are assholes. Yes, I am the one who has said it. Look on Reddit, there is much agreement with me.”
Libby is drained, and just wants to enjoy the rest of her wedding, and Andrei is sweet to her, and these two are tolerable for a hot minute. Exactly one hot minute.
“There’s a broke bum over there named Charlie,” says a broke bum over there named Andrei. “What? You think peacefulness would last?”
Next week, it’s tell-all time! Angela wears her face mask so the internets don’t give her the ‘rona, Tania and Syngin show off that pre or post divorce glow, Kalani is pleased to report Asuelu isn’t there, DUI Jen and Charlie chuck grenades in glass houses, Colt is feeling himself, Angela threatens to beat Tammy’s ass because she can out Jerry Springer anyone, and Shaun eagerly demonstrates that she enjoys the smell of social distancing, and is also Cobra Kai. Make em bleed, Shaun. Make em bleed.
Thank you, Patreon supporters!
submitted by fractalfay to 90dayfianceuncensored [link] [comments]


2020.09.21 21:09 mr_tyler_durden Notes and Highlights of Kentucky Governor Andy Beshear’s Live Update September 21, 2020

Notes and Highlights of Kentucky Governor Andy Beshear’s Live Update September 21, 2020
Notes by mr_tyler_durden and Daily Update Team
Register for your Absentee Ballot here!
Watch here:
Headlines
Full Notes
(continued in stickied comment)
submitted by mr_tyler_durden to Coronavirus_KY [link] [comments]


2020.09.21 13:29 ThrowRAdasasdas I(25) really need someone to talk to after my girlfriend(26) cheated on me

This is a Throwaway account since I haven't told my friends and family about this because I know that means closing the door forever.
I realize after I finally finished writing this that it is really long but I think to put our relationship into a perspective it had to be. Also while writing this I realized some things and it helped me cope with this difficult situation. Still for the people that have time to read this and give me advice I really want to say thank you.
I want to start off by saying that I am M(25) a she is F(26). We are also from very different cultural environments our countries being separated almost 9000 km.
Four years ago I met this girl while she was a foreign exchange student in my hometown. It all started with a random encounter while being at the same party from a mutual friend. Since we were sitting next to each other so we began talking. She had a problem with finding an apartment since none of the landlords knew English. So I offered to make a few calls the next day to help her get the info she needed. After that I really didn't expect anything more to happen but in the following weeks we started texting each other for hours every day. Finally I gathered courage and asked her out.
We went on a few dates, parks, festivals, movies, all the cliche stuff. We found out while we were very different in some ways,we were closer to each other in other ways that we could never be with another person. With her I could finally remove the mask of a guy that doesn't care about anything and always being the "funny guy". I felt free for the first time in my life.
Skip to around 3-4 months into the relationship. Her exchange program was ending soon. She didn't want to go but she didn't have a legal reason to stay in my country. I found a way to extend her stay by enrolling her into my native language class which granted her 1 year "visa". I also asked her to move in with me into my apartment. Here I want to point out that even though I was 21 I had my own apartment because I come from a "rich" family. Now some people will be skeptic about her being a gold digger but I learned a long time ago how to filter those kind of people from my life.
Now that we were living together I wanted her to meet my family. My girlfriend prepared a traditional meal from her country and we all set down together for dinner. My parents loved her and she loved my parents. One time after meeting with my family she started to cry and told me that for the first time she feels like she belongs somewhere and that she is so happy that I came into her live. That same day I learned about her family. Her mother was really controlling and never around to support her and her father left their family while she was very young occasionally popping back into her live because he needed something. Her older brother ran away from home to another country because of their controlling mother. I could tell that like she was my sanctuary I was also hers. We fell in love.
Like any couple in the following year we had our "ups and downs". She being and extrovert showed me a new side of life. It was with her I took my first big trip. Before meeting her I never left the border of my country. She also expanded my circle of friends, some of which I still talk to this day even though we all live in different countries. We had fights, some small, some big but every time those experiences just made us stronger and realize that we want to be with each other.
Her "visa" was ending soon. She passed the classes for my native language and got a certificate. I felt so happy and proud. She made a really big effort but she did it so she could talk with my mother who didn't know a lot of English. She had to go back to her home country to finish her bachelor. Because of stupid bureaucracy she just needed to go there to get her degree papers but she would need to wait for about 1 year for the graduation ceremony. We agreed to stay together because we knew we could survive it.
The night before her trip we couldn't sleep. We spent the whole night just holding each other. She cried most of the night but I still couldn't fully peel of my mask. I took her to the airport and for the first time in my life I broke down just as she needed to board the plane. She told me that she will come back.
For one whole year we called each other every day and when we weren't calling we would be texting. She was working the whole time so she could earn enough money to come back. Meanwhile I dropped out of college since I got offered a full time job in IT with a very high wage. She booked tickets to come back to me but she also got an opportunity to go study in the United States(not my country also really far away) after she got a full scholarship. I helped her study for that exam and I think I will regret it for the rest of my life.
She came to my country but instead of staying at least 3 months she stayed for 2 because she needed to go to America to start her semester. This time saying goodbye was easier because we survived it once we can survive it again and this time it will only be for 6 months.
She had a rough time in America, mostly because of her landlords and coworkers (she also needed to do unpaid internship while doing the semester). I was always there for her even though it could be just over the phone. And she always said that if I was not so supportive she would have never achieved the things she did.
After the 6 months she got offered a job that will last for 6 more months. She decided to stay but we agreed that I will come visit her. I applied for my visa and after 1 month I got accepted. Only thing left to do was to buy the plane tickets. But suddenly COVID-19 outbreak began and countries started closing borders and at that time flights got cancelled everywhere in the world. We were devastated because it seemed like the whole world was keeping us from being together.
While she was in America we still kept calling each other every day. We even started talking about getting married and having children one day. I proposed to her over facetime and she said yes.
Yesterday we had a fight about our future plans because she wanted to explore the world more and I wanted to start to settle down but we found a compromise in the end. Today I was cleaning my apartment and found my old Tablet. I charged it at turned it on. After turning on it kept vibrating like crazy and I noticed it was 3 years of messages coming into a facebook messenger. First I though those were my messages but then I clicked on the popup balloon to see what the message was about. It turned out to be her messenger and the following message was from some guy she never mentioned saying that he is ready for their movie night. My subconscious was saying not to look at it, that it was her privacy but something else was telling me to look. I started scrolling through messages and found indisputable evidence that she was cheating on me and that she even had to take a morning after pill. The earliest proof of her cheating was the message from 25th of August, about a month after our engagement. I felt the pain I never felt before. My mind was everywhere, I felt betrayed.
I called her over a video and asked her if she was cheating on me. She said no. This crushed me even more. I then told her I saw the messages and she didn't accuse me of going through her privacy she started crying and kept saying she was sorry while saying that he doesn't mean anything to her and that it was only sex that she really thought it doesn't mean anything. After that I told her that this is something that I don't know I can ever forgive and told her goodbye. The following two hours she kept calling me and sending me messages to please pick up. Every sane part of my being was telling me to not answer but I still loved her.
During our call she said that she thought if she emotionally loved it wouldn't matter and that if I cheated on her just for sex she would be OK with that. She told me that I was the only guy she will ever love, that she really doesn't deserve me, that she can’t believe that she was so stupid and that she realizes how much she had hurt me. For some reason I believe her. She deleted all of her social media and contact with the guy without me even asking and left only one messaging app that only links me and her so we could stay in contact. She said that she doesn’t expect me to forgive her and that all of this was her fault and her fault alone.
After staring at the ceiling for 5 hours in a dark room trying to sleep I called her again. We talked about our relationship and even about her coming to my country because we both agreed that what we had should not end with just a video call. I told her that what she did to me is something that will forever scar me and that for us to even think about being together again it will take a lot of time and effort and that I cannot promise that I can look past it. She said that she also doesn't know if she can ever forgive herself and that she feels shame every time I look at her. I know she was feeling regret and I would even say that she felt almost as bad as me. We agreed to talk more in two days and having full silence with no contact until then to clear our heads.
I am not looking for anyone to help me put blame and to bash her. I still love her and even though I should hate her but I just can't.

Is it possible to rebuild trust after completely shattering it? I realize that this is not something that can be resolved but if both are willing to put effort and time into it, could it be possible? Can you have a happy life together after an event like this?
tl;dr; Fiance cheated on me after being almost 4 years together of which we were more than 2 in a long distance relationship but she claims it was only for sex and now she feels shame and regret. Both agreed to start working on the problem but I am not sure if I can forgive her and she doesn't know if she can forgive herself.
submitted by ThrowRAdasasdas to relationship_advice [link] [comments]


2020.09.21 10:07 djkmacc Ex broke up with me for “breaking into our own house” and then said he had given up on us the last year

So I was with my ex for almost 3 years. We had a lot of rough patches, but we tried to make it work. I was working a double but had to go home very quickly to get my contacts and my charger since I was doing an overnight shift. I had called him on my way home and he said he was hanging with the boys. I asked if he was having fun, asked about his day, etc. then kept driving. I got home and noticed a bunch of lights were on and the front door was wide open. I called him back and asked if he had just gotten home and he told me no. So I told him what I was seeing and asked who was at the house. He told me to stay in the car and that he would call me right back. A few minutes pass and he hadn’t called me back, so I called him. He said he was on the way and told me to stay in the car with the doors locked and the car on until he got there. I asked if he would stay on the line with me until he got there just in case anything happened and he did. When him and his friends got there, they checked the house out and there was nothing. Nothing looked messed with or stolen, but all of the lights were on in the house. I ended up going to work, and that was that.
I get home the next morning and do my morning routine while he’s asleep. At around 10 I try to wake him up so he can go finish laundry at his moms (we don’t have W/D hookups) and he refused to get up. I tried waking him up for the next hour. I had a bunch of schoolwork to do and I had some laundry to do, so I told him I didn’t have time to keep trying to wake him up. He got really mad and told me to just go do his load of laundry for him, that he was tired and wanted to just sleep. Keep in mind that I work 50+ hours every week and I’m in college taking 6 classes, so I’m super busy all the time. And he hadn’t been working the past week and a half because he was waiting for his background check to come back. I told him I needed to wash our sheets and comforter so I needed him to at least get out of bed, and he ended up moving to the couch. I kept trying to wake him up and he blew up, accusing me of breaking into our own house the night before and making it all up. He said “who breaks into someone’s house and doesn’t take ANYTHING”. As far as I know, nothing is missing but I have a few theories on what could have happened (another story for another time).
We argued a lot and he told me that I was a habitual liar but couldn’t tell me the last time I had lied to him. He also claims that he can always tell when I’m lying to him, even though he’s almost never right. He also accused me of being the person who made up a fake profile and harassed us for months when we first started dating (which was almost 3 years ago). He said he never got a message from them while he was in the room and that he saw me in the car logging out of Snapchat and into another one. I told him I was checking his Snapchat because he had cheated on me and I was self conscious (not my proudest moment, I definitely regret checking his Snapchat, I know it was wrong). He told me he didn’t believe me and proceeded to break up with me. I tried to fight for him, but he had made up his mind. And he had given me chances in the past when I messed up, so he was just done. Then he told me that he had given up on our relationship for the past year, which really hurt. He had said that I wasn’t changing fast enough for him, even though he hadn’t changed anything I asked him to (leaving dishes in the sink for days or up to a week, not helping clean the house, etc - all things that aren’t hard to change AT ALL).
He asked for the engagement ring back, and I refused because he gave it to me. He threw the fact that he still hasn’t paid it off yet in my face and that he just wanted to “give it back” but I still refused. He gave me the ring, and I would see giving it back if I had broken up with him. The whole aftermath wasn’t pretty, I’m not going into any detail other than that. So I wrote down all the bills to see if I’d be able to afford it by myself since I had been covering his bills and expenses for so long anyway, and I was about $100 short. Which wouldn’t matter after I got my grant that would pay the rest of my tuition and free up about $200 of my bills/expenses every month. I asked him if he would find another place to stay if I could afford the place myself and he said he could but he wanted to stay in the house and figure out how to pay for it himself.
I’m still not sure what his plan is, since he didn’t get a paycheck last pay period and I’ve been having to cover most of his half of bills for months now. The landlord said he would let me out of the lease if he could pay for it himself, but he hasn’t said anything about how he’s going to pay for it himself. I just want out of this lease and I still care about him and don’t want him to get evicted when I move out.
*He also brought someone over (I’m assuming a girl) while I wasn’t there. I told him he shouldn’t have done that and he didn’t understand why, so I explained that I’ve been paying 90% of the bills and most of the furniture (including the bed) is mine and that I don’t want another girl over, laying on my stuff and I definitely don’t think it’s fair especially since I’ve been paying for pretty much everything.
**Sorry this is so long, there’s just so much to what’s happened.
submitted by djkmacc to BreakUp [link] [comments]


2020.09.21 01:38 randallweinsteingi Follow up $VALE DD and addressing concerns

Follow up $VALE DD and addressing concerns
MESSAGE FOR MODS**:** I got approval via modmail to post on a friends account because my main account is suspended on reddit for 3 days because I said “f*ggot” in a private message...
TLDR;
  • Play 10/2 $11.50c for battery day speculation
  • Play 3/19/21 $12.00c for long term Q4/Q1 ER
  • VALE only fell 0.69% on Friday (page 9)
Posting from my friends account because my account was banned for using “f*ggot” in a private reddit dm… Mods please leave this up for transparency, I promised basically everyone playing $VALE I would update on Sunday. - u/ExtraEgg
Even though we all know some of the most profane language lives in wallstreetbets

https://preview.redd.it/honnqie4xdo51.png?width=374&format=png&auto=webp&s=ff6e8bd1b144437ad268d3b6adf8ac62356fb1b7
To be clear, the initial post was in no way promising a Tesla x Vale collab on battery day. The purpose of the post was to gather information and speculation about a potential EXPLOSIVE DREAM SHAKER options play.
First I would like to address the naysayers and conspiracies that have arised in the wake of a frustrating quad witching/bloody/currency fluctuating trading day.

https://preview.redd.it/9p1tut46xdo51.jpg?width=622&format=pjpg&auto=webp&s=5eda1b638655ec8708ed985290831aec3d3d9933
Multiple People
For full transparency, the DD post was written by me, however three of my trading friends kept sending me links and DD that they were finding. So while there is some truth to your statement, it is nowhere near as sinister as imagined.

https://preview.redd.it/nfcxu287xdo51.jpg?width=618&format=pjpg&auto=webp&s=5550e115d1eeeac654ee683624668d5b50dc2b22
“The Awards”
I have no idea why people dump money on awards. Personally I think it is gay and I would rather put that money in a VALE yolo. When the post initially went live, all was well and it was on it’s way to being #1. People were praising me as “DD god” and the comments piling in. About 6 hours after the post went live, it started to get “lost” behind other satire posts and low quality content. I was confused as to why because the post seemed like it was getting a lot of traction and appreciation. (97% upvote ratio) My theory is that somehow it was being pushed down. I have no evidence for this claim but this could explain the crazy award to like ratio.
“Boofin on Vyvanse”
Can confirm this is accurate. The smoke on the west coast makes going outside very uncomfortable (coming from someone who doesn’t like huddling indoors) I decided to start writing the DD at 1am. Wrote an outline. Woke up for the market open, spent 16 hours writing it and not trading. Read over it and then decided to post the next day.

https://preview.redd.it/2tz63hl9xdo51.jpg?width=600&format=pjpg&auto=webp&s=d17e9915eab55b60127d708bcd0f9e465d37dab9
u/nanaboostme
u/nanaboostme has been my biggest follower since I posted the $VALE DD. He/She believes that I am the “elaborate RKT post”.
  • At the time of RKT chatter, I was working overtime and had no time to play options. I never even saw the RKT post.
  • Never once have I traded RKT or even had it on my watchlist
  • u/nanaboostme has no evidence to support his claim. Unless we are doing guilty until proven innocent in WSB, I do not think I need to say more.
"Outsider"
Video of me doing a flip in the rain
“Unprofitable Theta Gang Ploy”

https://preview.redd.it/fj5a22ucxdo51.jpg?width=620&format=pjpg&auto=webp&s=4b4a64e75506b6c4e5e8f37b149385f5d9ee83b8
Since the inception of the VALE DD post, the day of, NO new contracts in the 9/25 chain have been opened. O/I stayed at 2863 and volume was some outrageous 30,000-40,000. Selling theta on those would have granted you a whopping 0.0083% return before option fees. My portfolio also shows I have no short calls.

https://preview.redd.it/fwl2legexdo51.jpg?width=1664&format=pjpg&auto=webp&s=674ddc115083a35d2bc5db837aeb1a6f3d5cd0f0
PRPL Vibes

https://preview.redd.it/kg84n8iixdo51.jpg?width=1082&format=pjpg&auto=webp&s=9ea009c681e20cf9dbfd7341e73b15b51c43d95a
I am aware that there are legitimate pump and dump schemes that pass through wallstreetbets quarterly. I usually do not buy into DD posts. It's not my style. It can work very well though as seen with VALE on 9/17/2020. In fact I was the one who called Tanker gangs bluff, they had run too hard into ER and it was so predictable The post has since been deleted but I commented my take on it and got downvoted to earth's core.
“When they send pumpers, they’re not sending their best, folks”

https://preview.redd.it/9oera5sjxdo51.jpg?width=1081&format=pjpg&auto=webp&s=f1d209998b992d67a0cd095007e340fff2e4872c
u/CHAINSAW_VASECTOMY warns “be careful who you take “advice” from”. My post is educational and entertaining. No where in the post did I rush readers to BUY IN QUICK or to ACT FAST. I even had a disclaimer at the bottom:
“ disclaimer: none of this is financial advice, this is for educational and entertainment purposes only. nothing in this post should be construed as financial advice or a recommendation to buy or sell any sort of security or investment.”
Why did u/CHAINSAW_VASECTOMY post this?
The night of 9/17/20, I wanted to create humor around the culture of $VALE GANG, so I made a video post titled “$VALE GANG TRAILER”. This was shadowbanned from the subreddit and was only viewable if you had a direct link. :/
I end up deleting the post and telling my friend to post it. Everyone is loving it, tons of feedback, medals, upvotes. WSB comradery was at an all time high.

https://preview.redd.it/5u9apc8nxdo51.jpg?width=918&format=pjpg&auto=webp&s=40da4139771c904b5742bda9b9a526a7333505f4
Then suddenly we notice the post is not available on the Top, Hot, sort by new. Nowhere to be found. A couple minutes later it was outright deleted. I message a couple mods, no response. My friend who posted $VALE GANG TRAILER got banned from wallstreetbets.
Quote a fallen soldier
"On the pinned “advice” post, Mods heavily implied with only omission of name that Vale was a pump and dump and attacked my credibility and motives, when pressed in the comments they backtracked. Saying that my post was well made and they had no issues with it, however this is not true. I was shadow banned for my post and refused explanation from mods at all."From this youtube video

https://preview.redd.it/0gy05m6qxdo51.jpg?width=821&format=pjpg&auto=webp&s=9de21b20ff00b3c39abd81956a9d7cd37760ee2b
Then u/CHAINSAW_VASECTOMY posts his pinned post about being wary with “advice”. I get to respond once in the comments. A couple minutes later u/CHAINSAW_VASECTOMY responds and locks the post. This was the start of the chaos.
Also, the VALE DD post was buried as well, bad algo? Or jealous mods? Only assuming because the conversation was cut short.

Video not on hot(videos were being (fucky) Video not on day top
“He’s a Fraud!”
After u/CHAINSAW_VASECTOMY’s post went live, I was bombarded with naysayers and angry individuals. No, I am not selling you those dirt cheap contracts. No, I am not working for Goldman Sachs. No, I am not using WSB to bring volume into an options chain. One of my main reasons for entry in $VALE was the unusual activity coming from whales.

https://preview.redd.it/dbru0bttxdo51.jpg?width=1036&format=pjpg&auto=webp&s=fc3da2d913c8ed5fe6e9c8a1eb9087087c8c9609
The 1/15/21 chain was especially flooded with whale volume. I will explain the updated whale activity down below in the DD. I am still holding my positions and do not need WSB to pump my contracts. I’m relying on a price action movement to bring intrinsic value into my contract. I’M NOT FUCKING SELLING!
Shifting burden of persuasion
When I am accused of shilling/pumping/being an outsidepumping/baiting/selling contracts to buyers, the need for evidence or fact is absent. There is no evidence that indicates I was intentionally posting the DD with sinister motives. However, now that I am on my heels with no factual claims being made, I have to rewrite the constitution to prove my innocence. If a Mod wants to remove/shadowban, ideally they must have some evidence in order to do so. Otherwise their range of power is larger than acceptable. They could ban or not ban anything without justification or evidence. If abused this is a very dangerous system of management. The Mods shift the burden of persuasion on the author who is banned from the subreddit and has no platform to preach. Technically what I am doing is against WSB rules. Posting on an alt account if your main is banned. I had to deliver though, too many eager eyes waiting for this follow up. To conclude, WSB ban policy needs to be reworked.
If my credibility is restored, continue to read the updated DD
What was missed in first post
A theory was floating around that the $5 billion in debt that VALE paid off, was funded by Tesla. The debt was disbursed in March 2020, during the covid crash. $2 billion was due by June 2022 and $3 billion was due December 2024. Tesla raised $5 billion capital through shares. Tesla said they intend to use the cash to “strengthen its balance sheet and for general corporate purposes”. That is a pretty broad statement. An analyst from Roth Capital partners said “They will need cash for all the facilities they are building, and new growth initiatives,”(Reuters)
The connection people were making, is that Tesla raised capital to give Vale. Both articles wet public within 24 hours of each other.
VALE DRILLING :(”
Yes but no. After a shoot up in the morning, VALE fell for a couple of reasons
  • Entire Market was bloody
  • Quad witching madness
  • Exchange rate fluctuations

https://preview.redd.it/xb0perowxdo51.jpg?width=368&format=pjpg&auto=webp&s=00ecbba08c28d7205431ceeb9818929d7fd635c2

https://preview.redd.it/flfiv9gxxdo51.jpg?width=692&format=pjpg&auto=webp&s=0544f56dfcb616ec78000761467f01be4bb766ca
Close price on the brazilian exchange was 61.66/5.3876 =$11.44
This is why after hours, VALE was hanging around 11.44 but now the dip is being bought so it is back up to $11.59. What to take away: Vales down movement today was closer to -0.69%. The rest was currency fluctuation. A little unfortunate but that’s what we get for playing a brazilian rock farm.What were the whales doing?

https://preview.redd.it/syidbj4zxdo51.png?width=1812&format=png&auto=webp&s=3dc4710c842fecef2e411c94adc45cc716225bcb
Today from market open until 9:55, ALL the FlowAlgo was bullish

The whales were also buying into the 10/16 call contracts HARD. I’m cautiously optimistic. While the Najarian brothers live by following the Smart Money, it seems like it could be a lure.
Whales probably know we love VALE and they saw the 10/16 chain was empty, so they got in and are going to price fix it now, like how you would price fix the market in FIFA Ultimate Team.
10/16 also does not cover any earnings or special dates, just random.
Today was another high volume day for shares and options.
Volume: 46,142,890
Options volume

https://preview.redd.it/yrgkxkc1ydo51.jpg?width=829&format=pjpg&auto=webp&s=24178d0e093b3238131d6efb2f93796ca9eca61e
While the general sentiment among the options chain is bullish, there was an increase in p/c ratio for O/I

https://preview.redd.it/oeqg7c34ydo51.jpg?width=204&format=pjpg&auto=webp&s=007805ab2c362fb12a8f8435c755a5b141921c26
What this means is that the majority of trading was bullish today. Roughly 1 put was traded for every 11 calls. However, the open interest is now showing Roughly 1.17 puts exist for every 1 call. Whether these are “sell to open” puts is another question. The general sentiment in the options chain is still bullish. P/C ratio can be very misleading, going into ERIC Q2, the P/C was 11. That means there were 11 puts for every 1 call. ERIC beat earnings and then gapped up.
My reaction to today’s movement was the following. A perfect day to scare retail traders away,
Friday nerves holding into the weekend combined with a currency fluctuation. Buy low, sell high.
I bought more positions today.

What’s keeping me bullish?
Everything from my initial DD post and some new information is keeping me bullish. VALE is not a meme stock. They are pretty well established and very large, just underlooked by retail. Whales continuing to pile in is keeping me bullish, along with the sneaky upgrades from Thursday and Friday.
GIGA metals is extremely bearish right now, CEO and Execs sold shares at the top and they have been getting beat down for three straight days.
Najarian is very outspoken about his VALE position on CNBC. 2 days in a row he mentioned it. He is both long stock and long calls.

VALE EV PRESENTATION 2018
A lot of good information on demand for nickel was in Vale’s presentation

https://preview.redd.it/hkp7yuv6ydo51.png?width=2308&format=png&auto=webp&s=a4306c23d6f37d697c8af77145f0ce1827711ddb
The Nickel demand in 2018 was benchmarked at 38 in comparison to a 260/590 (conservative/upside) by 2025 and 890/1700 by 2030.
Nickel demand for batteries wass 3% of the market in 2017. It is projected to be 37% of the market in 2030.
Vale gives a disclaimer that the variance of range is 50% to the upside and 50% to the conservative side.
This growth alone is reason to long VALE.
WSB comments
Because I am banned, I cannot see the comments anymore. However, their were some interesting comments in the original VALE DD post. Those that I recall are
  • Friend works at VALE, can’t say anything but I am holding a lot of calls
  • Apparently, there was a meeting in toronto between VALE and Tesla
  • Someone said that he orders 70k every month (or year I forgot) from VALE and they are a good company
Interpret how you will, comments could be fake.
Ex Dividend date
Many expressed concern that the ex dividend date would be devastating for the 9/25 calls. This is true, but at the same time if the big news comes out on batteryday/ex date. The price action could plow through ex date. This is also why I have longer expiration calls.
In Tesla’s Q2 earnings call, they mentioned the word “nickel” that alone was enough to get the mining stocks to move up.
If nothing happens
If there is no mention of VALE or nickel on battery day, the stock will be hard to dump because VALE has 5 billion outstanding shares. Compared to LAC, who rallied 10% on Friday, the have 90 million outstanding shares.
THE TWEETS

https://preview.redd.it/un5h51t8ydo51.jpg?width=364&format=pjpg&auto=webp&s=6a1cf38a9dbc056e7d4863b48affe5b0ce27fa03
“Speedrunning Factorio in real life …”
Factorio’s game description

https://preview.redd.it/zw68pm5aydo51.jpg?width=544&format=pjpg&auto=webp&s=62feefd344e670b72d0009e926e425774eb609cf
I rest my case
Conclusion
VALE has potential for explosive movement on 9/22. If nothing happens on 9/22 there is still reason to long the stock and load up on longer expiration calls/leaps and continue to roll.
Positions
VALE shares, 9/25 $13.00c, 1/15/21 $12.00c, 3/19/21 $12.00c, 10/2 $11.50c
disclaimer: none of this is financial advice, this is for educational and entertainment purposes only. nothing in this post should be construed as financial advice or a recommendation to buy or sell any sort of security or investment.
submitted by randallweinsteingi to wallstreetbets [link] [comments]


2020.09.20 21:59 unpolishedparadigm Anyone else dropped the ball with a crush? looking for advice or insights from anyone who can relate

So guess I’m just looking for a bit of support and maybe advice if you’ve experienced anything similar, this’ll be a long one, thanks for reading if you choose to 
I met a girl who really made an impression. Coworker, so iffy situation. Everything about her I find endearing. Her kindness, warmth and grace are really something. Just a sense that she really gets what’s going on, it’s hard to express. She was engaging and obviously wanting connection, but I pulled away and now she seems to be less and less interested, and it’s on me 100%
The effect she had on me has been a remarkable shift, before there’s been girls I wanted, but with her, it’s like I want to be someone for her. Its like she cracked a wall of indifference I’ve been building all my life. It’s like I feel like I want to offer her only my best, I want to help her flourish, to discover her as a person. Seeing how far I have to go before I feel like I’d be an asset to her, someone she could lean on, it’s been a process that has made me see myself with a clarity that in some ways has been a rude awakening. I feel deeply accountable for how I make others feel for pretty much the first time I can really remember. See now I’ve been running like hell ever since I lost my dad when I was little, didn’t want to need people who I could lose I suppose, and can’t lose what you never had. I became an intellect who didn’t really want to deal with feelings. My extroverted intuition used to be pointed outwards just hungry for information with the hopes that with enough data I could solve some pattern that would help people. That from my brokenness would come a service that would’ve made my loss worth it. That this act of service would be my redemption. There was a sense of generosity and devotion to me being lost in pursuing every curiosity. The effect was I put the world on my shoulders and it crushed me. Now I see that my head was up my ass, that everything that’s been right in front of me this whole time I’ve neglected, taken for granted, let atrophy. I see now that it’s been my original sin, the deepest character defect, this avoidance. And now I’ve had to watch myself be unable to escape this pattern with her, and fear I’ve let something really good go before it even began. I basically have been either super standoffish or nervously leaning into my ability to be an engaging extrovert around her. I think she knows I’m being fake, knows she has my attention even though I haven’t been open, which strengthens my intuition that we’d be compatible. I’m growing, fast, but I’m still not where I’d like to be to stand in front of her and want to let her begin to see what I keep here under the surface. Each day has been better than the last. I’m becoming kinder, more responsible, more expressive, more creative, more healthy.
While my growth has made me feel hopeful, what’s been really painful is I’m definitely messing this up with her. Distance continues to grow, her impressions of me are becoming more set and less of an open question for her I believe. I’m caught between competing instincts, to be warm, to respect professional distance, to hold back or to begin to explore being more open in a way that’s fully sincere. To be thoughtful about how I interact with her, or to just open my mouth and be spontaneous and carefree. I think I’ve been cold. I was trying to hold her at a distance to give me time to become someone who would benefit her, but I think I’ve only pushed her away. It’s only been a few weeks, but I think she knows she’s on my mind, and suspect she wants less to do with me now instead of more. I wish she could see that I’ve just not wanted her close because I have work to do before I’d feel right inviting her to be a part of my life, but I really think it might be too late I’m trying not to think about it, to heal my life for it’s own sake, to be greatful that she woke me up but not place any expectations on her to be interested in me romantically
Any insights or advice here would be appreciated, especially from you entp’s that have really developed your emotional and relational skills
Thanks for reading
Edit to add: I think I’m just going to accept that it’s done. If I see her and there’s a moment, apologize for being standoffish, that there’s reasons but no excuses that and that I hope she enjoys her job. Want to really demonstrate a commitment to boundaries. If she chooses me she does, if not, well she’s already done so much for me that I owe it to her to make her comfortable and happy with my connection.
Update: after continuing to focus on growth and just being who I want to be really, it hit me like a ton of bricks that I’ve been overthinking the fuck out of this, as a means to avoid what I’ve really been upset and feeling insecure over; my brother and dad just moved to California, and my grandfather just got diagnosed with dementia. I’ve been completely emotionally unavailable because I’ve been overwhelmed.. plus the pandemic plus what’s happening politically, felt totally out of control and a little helpless but COMPLETELY misidentified the root. This is literally as simple as just picking up where we left off, asking her where she’s from and letting it play out. Thanks to all for letting me bounce my brain chatter off you
Update #2: let it be simple and got closer to her today at work. She’s wonderful, undeniably. Warm, caring, mindful. She opened up a bit and gave me enough of the puzzle pieces to piece together a clear sense of where she’s at: tail end of a relationship that isnt cut and dry because they live together, that she’s moving soon. She delicately implied the invitation was open to getting to know her more personally by tactfully signaling she was open to me inviting her to share a meal. I played a little dumb and acted like I missed the signal because I’m honestly not comfortable starting things with her until what she has going on is a little more settled. I don’t think she realizes that I feel pretty strongly about her already, and got the sense that her signaling her being open is coming from an anxiety that I could lose interest if this doesn’t start soon, which isn’t at all the case. I believe in her and know she has what it takes to do things in the right order. I think her soon to be ex is doing a number on her and I think she’s just trying to keep the peace on her way to the exit. By allowing that opening to pass (was pretty difficult) I want to give her the opportunity to feel like she’s handling the situation with honor to her responsibilities, and I want to do the same by honoring the bond she’s had with this other guy. However undeserving he is of her, I want her to be able to see in herself the woman I see without an ounce of self doubt. I owe her that. She’s a girl I can see dating for years and don’t want any degree of shame in how it started to taint what I’d like to build with her. The gift she’s given me is hope which I took action on to earn a sense of confidence and I want to reciprocate that opportunity, even if it means denying my own desires for the time being. It’s more important to me to be a catalyst of her growth than responding to the need I feel to have her close to me right right now. I feel like I’ve waited for quite a while for the right girl to come along, and don’t want to rush the start and compromise the foundation. I’ve also learned the distinction from my experiences between comfort and genuine affection, and want to start things with her on a blank canvas where she’s as clear as I am that this is really what I want
Thanks for reading
submitted by unpolishedparadigm to entp [link] [comments]


Doo Wop Singles # 1 - YouTube 30 vs 1: Dating App in Real Life  Versus 1 - YouTube Sagittarius Singles~A TWIST OF FATE GRANTS YOUR WISH TheOpenRetreat - YouTube Gunah - Online Dating - Episode 09  गुनाह - ऑनलाइन डेटिंग ... Grants pass Christian singles Being Married Vs. Dating - YouTube How to delete Zoosk account

CLASSIFIEDS – GrantsPass

  1. Doo Wop Singles # 1 - YouTube
  2. 30 vs 1: Dating App in Real Life Versus 1 - YouTube
  3. Sagittarius Singles~A TWIST OF FATE GRANTS YOUR WISH
  4. TheOpenRetreat - YouTube
  5. Gunah - Online Dating - Episode 09 गुनाह - ऑनलाइन डेटिंग ...
  6. Grants pass Christian singles
  7. Being Married Vs. Dating - YouTube
  8. How to delete Zoosk account
  9. Mere Pass
  10. Slowbro202 - YouTube

. The difference between being married and dating is HUGE! It’s crazy how relationships change the longer you’re in them. You go from being the perfect girlfri... Anjali (18) and Priyanka (24) are sisters living together at their apartment. A few years ago their parents passed away in a road accident. So, Now Anjali is... pass the ball - Duration: 15 seconds. TheOpenRetreat. ... Sexy Girls Join us for the hottest new free webcam, sexy dating site on the web! Free sexy webcams and so much more! Come see what you're ... Zoosk is a popular dating site, but if you don't want to use it anymore, you can remove your Zoosk account from your web browser. Follow the instructions and delete your profile. Thanks for ... Pokemon ORAS Battle Maison: Super Singles 50 Streak Guide - Duration: 4 minutes, 45 seconds. Slowbro202. ... Baton Pass Team - Pokemon X & Y Wifi Battle #16 - Duration: 9 minutes, 4 seconds ... Provided to YouTube by Beggars Group Mere Pass · Basement Jaxx The Singles ℗ 2005 XL Recordings Ltd This Compilation Released on: 2005-03-21 Music Publisher: Bug Music Composer: Felix Buxton ... Sagittarius Extended LOVE Reading: 'I'VE DECIDED YOU ARE THE ONE FOR ME' https://vimeo.com/ondemand/sagittariusivedecided To Book a Reading, Personal or Love... SUBSCRIBE for more! 👉http://bit.ly/SUBSCRIBEjubilee 👈 Watch more Versus 1: http://bit.ly/WatchVersus1 For brands wanting to partner with us, email: [email protected] Grants pass Christian singles neilamaemoore. Loading... Unsubscribe from neilamaemoore? ... Hope for Christian Singles - Duration: 4:19. CBN News Recommended for you. 4:19.