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Posted on the main as well, tell me if that's not okay. I'm coming in from Edinburgh for the day and have a ticket to Chelsea at home. I booked my return flight a couple of months ago when the game was scheduled for a 3pm kickoff. Now I have a ticket to a 5:30 game and a 9:45 Ryanair flight at an airport 35 miles away. I haven't been to a game at the Emirates before so I don't know how chaotic the atmosphere is when leaving, but would I be completely naive in thinking that there's a chance that, assuming a couple of minutes of overtime after each half, I can get from the Emirates to Highbury & Islington Station by 8, get the Victoria Line to Tottenham Hale and grab the Stansted Express and get to the Airport by 9? Also have never flown out of Stansted before - is 45 minutes to get through security and get to my gate completely unthinkable? How impossible is it to get a taxi from anywhere near the stadium? Would that be any more doable or is traffic as horrendous as one would assume?

A couple days ago, my post about wanting Dehya to be as strong as Xiangling got a lot of negative reception and I not saying it was mean and condescending stuff but just negative in the sense that most people didn't want Dehya to be that good and I don't understand why that is, so I'm posting my reasoning for wanting that and I would like to hear some opinions on why future characters shouldn't be as strong.

1. Xiangling, and many other early-game 4 stars, namely Bennett, Xingqiu, Sucrose, Fischl & Beidou exist. To this day, they are the most played characters and for good reason, they are not only strong in terms of DMG and elemental application, they also provide various other things like healing, buffs, DMG reduction & interruption resistance, lot of energy generation and whatnot. Most of them don't need high investment to be good, just medium investment makes them good enough for anything we have in the game. They can also be built with super high investment and then they become even more OP than they already were, and overall, they are way stronger than the new 4 star characters.
   
2. Hyperbloom Powercreeped everything in the game. Good Hyperbloom teams at super low investment beat International with mid-high investment and are easier to play. This is a good thing in the sense that no one is forced to spend for characters they don't want just to do abyss or anything else and no is forced to play characters they don't like, there are more choices now than there were before. Pre-dendro, there were way too many teams that relied on Bennett Xiangling Duo to make them good. There were many teams where there was little to none interaction between the characters like Ningguang teams with Bennett Xiangling or Heizou teams with Bennett Xiangling and many more, which is something that annoyed me as I want to use characters with reactions as the game is sorta balanced around reaction gameplay with some exceptions. It's also just more fun to play that duo with characters that enable reactions and make it better like With Childe International or Sucrose National or even Raiden National cuz in those teams, Xiangling doesn't just exist but she compliments your team in some way. I know this part just might be specific to me but yeah, I don't like teams where 2 characters do their separate things and the other 2 get half carried by Bennett Xiangling. So with the introduction of Dendro and Hyperbloom, Xiangling Impact definitely lessened which is good as there's more choices but at the same time, Hyperbloom is so strong that it powercreeps everything.
   
3. From what we've seen in the new 5 star characters that are similar in role/gameplay to some 4 star characters like Noelle-Itto & Xingqiu-Yelan, the 4 star characters provided more overall team utility but less DMG than the 5 star counterparts. Dehya however, she couldn't even outperform Xinyan's DMG in Mono Pyro with Bennett Kazuha Xiangling. This made no sense to me and it's just sad to see. She also lacks other areas in comparison to basically everyone and that's just sad. So that's why I said I wanted her to be as strong as Xiangling in some sense. Cuz otherwise, what's the incentive to use her over anyone else. And I'm not just talking about Dehya but even the new 4 stars should be the same level as the early game 4 stars cuz otherwise, most of them never get played for the majority of the players. Candace, Layla, Dori, and many more are just not good units and they never get played in most teams by most players, if they were similar in strength & utility then wouldn't there just be more choice for players to make different teams and not just play units they have been playing for the last 2 years.
   
4. So this was what I didn't understand, Powercreep is bad, sure, I get that, but why is wanting SIMILAR strength and utility from the new 4 stars and maybe more DMG but less utility from the 5 stars, why is that bad? Doesn't that make more sense cuz then there would be many more teams that don't need the old units at all and can function just as well as them with the new 4 stars. And same for the 5 stars, if there's a character like Dehya that can't outdamage anyone and provides little to no merit in other roles, why would you use her over other characters? But if she was as strong as Xiangling, then those who like her could play her without griefing and those who like Xiangling would just play Xiangling, where's the issue if it's not a Powercreep but just similar power level?
   

For anyone who read this far, thank you and hopefully you have some answers for me.

I finally got out of the most horrific four years I have ever been through. It’s been almost two months. I blocked his number and felt so much guilt for it. Only recently have I been having flashbacks to him combing through my social media convinced I was cheating on him. Going through my journals that I eventually stopped writing in (my only outlet since I couldn’t talk to friends or families about what was going on). Combing through Reddit, looking and inspecting me and my body when I hadn’t seen him in a few days. Whenever we would FaceTime he was convinced I was hiding someone in my room. I had such severe anxiety around him. I hate myself for staying as long as I did. He called me names. The lazy, low hanging ones like “fat”. “Bitch”was a favorite one of his, sometimes “fat bitch” together. He called me a “cum dumpster”, because he begged me to open up to him. I confided a time I was drunk at a party and was taken advantage of. He berated me for it for years and years. Always telling me any man would be horrified to be with someone like me. Not to mention he struck me across the face and choked me out. And I stayed. What is wrong with me? He was an addict. Always lying about his sobriety. Using the entire time. Letting me think he was having mental health struggles. The only way his story began to unravel was his nurse broke a HIPPA law and told me he was fine, just high on meth. I was in shock. Anyway, I could write for days about all the trauma I’ve endured that he made me believe I was responsible for. I’m so glad I’m finally free. I’m thankful for this group and to finally not be afraid of him reading this.

I will call him Paul. He has dcd which leads him to be easily addicted to things and he also has depression which makes me worry about him trying new substances
Paul had never been interested in drugs or drinking or anything like that in fact me and him would make fun of people our age who did do weed and would say things like “ it helps with my anxiety” or depression or anything like that, despite not being diagnosed. But recently our friend and his best friend ( I will call him Mike) Mike ( m 17) has changed after losing weight and has been sleeping with numerous girls, going to parties, drinking and doing weed and other drugs, and Mike managed to get another one of me and my boyfriend’s friend into weed and drinking and possibly other drugs. My boyfriend was never into it and our other friends knew I wasn’t into it as well. But after these changes for whatever reason our friends pushed me out of our friend group and would begin jokingly sending me fake break up messages from my boyfriend, creating a tinder profile for him, saying rude things about me to people I don’t know and even lying to him to bring Paul to a party despite him not wanting to go and being uncomfortable with it ( he left the party )all this while pushing me out of their friend group out of no where. This January I went to my older brothers birthday party and I was quite nervous about it as I have social anxiety and I told my boyfriend about this before going to the party. Later I was at the party feeling anxious and tried texting him. No response. I thought that was odd then an hour had past and I was anxious about him and the party. Later I got a call from Paul and I went to the bathroom and I answered his call, his two friends called me on his phone explaining that my boyfriend was drunk and had tried to kill himself and my boyfriend was having fun? I talked to Paul who was very drunk and I couldn’t go back to my brothers party and ended up missing the happy birthday and opening gifts parts. I was so worried about my boyfriend as he tried to kill himself but he played it off as not a big deal once he was sober. This whole situation bothers me even more as only a month before this we had talked about him telling me before he drinks or does anything that would put him under the influence but he didn’t and right after I left to go to my brothers party he was drinking with his friends. I wanted him to tell me for communication, and cause I worry about him and sometimes I don’t want him drinking at all as I fear he will become addicted as even though he tried to kill himself he said it was one of the best nights he has had in years ( due to his depression) but obviously I can’t tell him not to drink at all as it’s not my choice and I want him to have fun. I just hate the thought of him hurting himself or become addicted. The next day after him drinking He apologized but it didn’t feel the most genuine as he didn’t completely see the problem but he did. Now just a week ago I was about to hang out with my sister who I don’t see often and I told my boyfriend not to do any drugs or drinking for the night as I didn’t want to worry about him that night. I knew be planned on watching a movie with Mike and our friend and he said he didn’t plan to drink or do drugs and that he wouldn’t but just two nights ago he told me he did weed that night and another night and he didn’t tell me sooner cause he didn’t want to cause me anxiety. I was upset but tried not to say anything cause I didn’t know how to react on one hand he told me and had a good reason not to tell me but on the other hand I asked him not to and he lied to me so easily even though I asked him that night if he was doing any substances and he lied to me and we talked about this twice before for him not to do anything like this without telling me before. I told him I didn’t want to get mad at him or be upset because I was scared that if he lied to me again he would never tell me and he said that was a good point? I’m not really sure how to feel about all this. I talked to him and he told me he wouldn’t lie anymore and he will tell me what he is doing before going out if it’s anything like what was mentioned and he has so far. Am I being to controlling? I understand he wants to try things for the first time but I worry about him especially when he can become addicted very easily and has depression which I worry he is trying drugs and alcohol to cope with. I try to get him to talk to a councillor but something always seems to prevent it. What can I do to help him? How can I improve for both of us?
To summarize my boyfriend lied to me about doing alcohol and weed behind my back but told me afterwards and I worry he is doing it just to cope with depression what should I do?

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i just learned that one of my friends who im sort of close with is transphobic... i want to distance myself from him but pretty much all of my friends are friends with him too. im not sure what im supposed to do
(ig i should've known when he still uses she/her for me after we've known each other for a while, but i really just wanted to think he didn't know. it's not like i ever told him explicitly)

Just need to vent a little. I quit snus again 1.5 days ago. Quitting always affects my sleep, so I prepared myself and even took a sleeping pill yesterday. I felt so clever; I normally never use them, but when I do, they usually knock me out as soon as I fall asleep.
However, the opposite happened... I woke up what felt like every ten minutes the whole night. I was so tired and sleepy, yet my body was so.. jumpy? My Apple Watch informed me this morning that I had no deep sleep at all.
It's funny how withdrawal affects nighttime sleep like this. It's not like I used nicotine during the night or something. I know this happens (every time!!) but still find it strange and most of all so damn ANNOYING.
Time to quit quitting by actually quitting, once and for all.

I haven't really gone ham on making mods since Stalker SoC, but tarkov kinda gets those juices goin for me. I was thinking of doing a stalker blowout type weather for funzies, and a few QoL tweaks, like removing key uses without having to run a ton of scripts through SVM, putting key tools in sicc cases, changing the logic of how the game pulls cash out of your inventory... little shit like that.
No guarantees, just kinda feeling it out at the moment...
But anyways, what do yall think? Having rad storms that cause like tremors and DoTs being a weather hazard sound cool? What QoL tweaks do you guys make?

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I'm looking to build a long-term, genuine friendship with someone where we both show equal amounts of effort towards it. I'm not looking for anything other than a friendship as I'm in a relationship already so don't even try.
A bit about me: I'm a 20 year old transguy from Europe. Hobbies wise I like gaming, watching anime, reading books, and music.
My favorite games of all time are Scarlet Nexus and Mirror's Edge, currently I've been playing, Overwatch 2, Risk of Rain 2, and Final Fantasy XIV. (If you've read this far then please include the word "fox" in your first message ;D) My fave anime are Bungo Stray Dogs and Banana Fish.
If that all sounds good to you then send me a DM with an introduction of yourself :D P.S I prefer to use Discord for chatting. I won't use any other apps.

me and this girl have been dating for like 2 months and are introducing each other to our friends and she has guy friends and j have woman friends but one of my friends i used to have a big crush on in middle/early high school but i 200% don’t anymore, is this something i should tell my girlfriend?

You Matter to Her in a Way No One Else Could
When you died and were reborn, you became divine. You were love, and you were violence, and you were my miracle. A God sprung forth from the decaying machinery of your broken body. Koishi, the God of Love and Hate—have mercy on us all.
Down by the shore of one of the great Lunar seas, there sat a lonely shack thatched with feathers. Inside, there was a massive wani no less than eight leagues long… and her infant son. To that crocodile who had never known true familial love, that delicate little child—who cooed and smiled at his mother’s every move—was nothing less than a miracle. Such a delicate life in her claws, who knew nothing but unconditional love for his mother—to the crocodile, it was proof there was still good in the world.
She was tired, but the crocodile forced herself to stay awake. There was something she needed to do—a memory she wanted to share with the most important person in her life.
So, with all the caution and tenderness in the world, she picked up her child with her jaws and coaxed him into her throat pouch. The newborn child, perhaps having some shared instinct with his crocodilian mother, did not cry or struggle. Instead, he let out a giggle as he poked his head out from between his mother’s jagged teeth. With a snort, the dragon climbed out of her thatch hut, and crawled along the shore, drawing a meandering trail in the sand as she went.
When she reached the point where the water came to shore in gentle waves, the crocodile set herself down in the sand, letting the waves wash in and lick at her child in gentle sprays. Her child giggled as the Lunar sea’s tickled him with its pure waters, and as he did, his mother couldn’t help but feel at peace.
Nothing. Nothing at all would be able to take this from her.
Her miracle.
Toyohime opened her eye to clear blue skies.
She flexed her fingers, and instead of feeling the cold steel of the ship she started to tear apart, she felt so many tiny pebbles, warmed by their time in the sun. Sand? She brought a fistful of the stuff into her vision, before letting it fall through her fingers and run down her face. It was too real to be a dream.
Toyohime sat up to observe her surroundings. As far as the eye could see, there were infinite stretches of sand collected into wind-swept dunes that obscured the horizon. It was hot. Unbelievably so for what was supposedly the void. She felt a gentle gust of warm wind pass by her and toss her hair. This place… this impossible place… was she dead?
She rose to her feet, fighting biting aches and pains from her battle not too long ago. No—not dead. Somehow, she had survived—there was no other explanation. And as she looked down to assess the damage she had taken, her suspicions were only confirmed. Her right arm was missing, and in its place was nothing but a healed stump. The nasty cuts and bruises she had received in the fighting had all healed over for the most part, the only evidence they happened at all being residual scars that were yet to disappear. The ground was covered in dried blood. She must’ve been laying here in this sand trap for hours.
She brought her free arm, completely healed, up to the general space where her right eye was to find an arrow still protruding from it. Wrapping her fingers around the shaft, Toyohime tore it out in a fluid motion, causing the wound to reopen and drip blood onto the sands below. But, through some miraculous action, it was mere moments before the flow of blood stopped as the wound healed shut. Her right eye was still inoperable, but this healing ability was downright uncanny, even for a god.
She flexed her fingers. It felt like there was a hole in her head from which memories and feelings poured out. The mystery of how she got here, who she killed, and whether she could even trust her own senses had no answer—Toyohime knew she herself had made sure of that. She supposed there was a good reason. The less she knew, the better. That was something she could trick herself into believing.
Though no matter how much she forced herself to forget, she had the horrible feeling she had done something unforgivable—something she would kill over. In a sea of atrocities however, she could hardly even begin to suppose what that might have been. Maybe the heat was starting to fry her brain.
After spending a few minutes snapping the arrows lodged in her body by their shafts, Toyohime looked to the horizon, and then up. Ahead, there was a massive sand dune, no less than five times her height, and beyond the crest—a black pillar of smoke. Toyohime was not alone.
As she made her way up the shifting incline, Toyohime got to thinking about her next course of action. If this wasn’t a hallucination, then it most certainly had to be some extension of Koishi's will. Land in an impossible space… the creation of something impossible like that could only be a factor of a deteriorating mind, or God. And Toyohime had no time to consider the possibility of a crumbling psyche—not when she had a duty left unfulfilled.
But then… that would mean this was the paradise of Koishi’s mind. Surely, by her side is where she would find her salvation. She had already come to terms with it—that there was nothing left for her in the old world. Koishi could pervert and corrupt reality in whatever twisted ways she wanted—as long as it was the creation of her heart, it would be sufficient. Everything beyond that was not worth saving to the former princess.
… But that also meant there would be more enemies. More people she had to kill. She was ready. Ready to kill and ready to die in the name of love.
And as she planted her boot upon the peak of that sand dune, she saw the whole world become bare before her. A fair distance away was the crashed wreck of a golden ship, releasing plumes of black smoke as it burnt away. From this distance, it was difficult to make out any finer details, but she was sure the occupants had escaped. Satori was resourceful and stubborn, if nothing else. Dying in a crash was an impossibility.
She then traced a line from the ship through the shifting sands—to a city upon the horizon. Massive towers of glass and steel pushing against the sky, half buried in the sand, bending light around them as they reflected the intense heat of the sun. It gave the sight an unnatural fuzziness, as if the city was threatening to disappear at any moment.
As she traced the decaying visage of those buildings upwards, she saw a thin line reach beyond and into the sky. The line separated into two before converging back on itself. Above the city, etched upon the sky itself, was a pitch black gap in reality, opened and filled with so many eyes. And above still, the object of Toyohime’s desires and her sole driving factor—Koishi Komeiji.
Though the God’s eye was open, as well as the myriad collection of smaller eyes and drooling jaws that had lined every square inch of her squirming appendages, it was hard to tell if she was awake or conscious. Toyohime knew Koishi best, and if she had any guess as to what Koishi had been doing in the time they spent apart, it was receding back into the numbing comfort of her own mind. Even now, Toyohime figured she was still dreaming, avoiding the cruel weight of her responsibility. What manifested outside of her mind must’ve been some sort of twisted runoff.
Down there, hidden in the dunes, Toyohime knew there were those who would take this dream from Koishi. Those who would hurt Koishi. Those people would’ve done just as well to dig their own graves and build their own coffins. Because so long as Toyohime drew breath, she would protect Koishi with everything she could muster—that was her promise and the nature of her impossible, unconditional love.
Koishi was Toyohime’s second chance.
This time, one way or another, there would be no opportunity for a third.
Mima, on the other hand, had woken up quite a bit earlier than Toyohime had.
She had not suffered any fatal wounds or debilitating strikes leading up to the point where the reality around her started to crumble and distort—but she had briefly lost consciousness regardless. She figured that might’ve been a good thing; an action so absurd and so against everything she knew, perpetrated by an impossibly powerful being… even if a mere glimpse didn’t physically tear her mind to ribbons, she had no interest in trying to understand such a nonsensical event.
Mima awoke not in a desert, but in a grand sprawling city of seemingly human construction. Though the sun still hung overhead, the impossible hills and mountains of sand that caged the city in, always seemed to shift and move in the most calculated way… such that the sun was always put out. Caught in the shade, the city looked like it was in a perpetual night, in spite of the blinding yellow of the endless desert just beyond its limits.
Though that was the case, the city was far from dark. Street lamps, blinding neon signs, blinking traffic lights, apartments and houses with windows illuminated by the fluorescent lights within… It gave the impression the city was alive. It seemed exactly as a real bustling city at night, with its breathing and blinking—but there were no people. No matter how far Mima walked, no matter how many buildings she popped in, she would encounter no souls. She would find, in those buildings, immaculate setpieces filled with lived-in charm, hints and implications of life—but not people. Not even Yukari, who she wandered the streets in search of.
She recognized this place. This city—Tokyo. It couldn’t have possibly been, but it was the same Tokyo she grew up in, back before the Moonlight Descent and before the Kaiju. Before her chance meeting with the youkai who used to be her friend. This city, trapped in the middle of the desert, caught in an artificial night that obscured the flow of time—somehow it managed to be the perfect recreation of a long lost city, as if someone had taken a scalpel to the part of Mima’s brain that held onto the precious memories of her past life. It was comforting, being back in familiar territory, but it also carried along a pervasive uneasiness. The nostalgia said it was real, but the rational mind knew better than to buy into an impossible mirage—made all the more uneasy by the deathly silence of its streets.
After wandering around for a dozen minutes or more, Mima eventually came to find Yukari in a 24-hour fast food joint. She was sitting, out of her suit and miraculously healed, on a stool that faced the street outside, with her head down and a small pool of drool collecting at the point where the corner of her mouth met the countertop. Renko always said Maribel could fall asleep anywhere.
Mima floated back and forth around the gently snoring form of Yukari for a bit, considering her options. She changed back into her Renko form for a second, and after adjusting her hat a little, she reached over to tap Yukari on the shoulder… but then shied away. Glancing at Yukari, then back to her bag, she rummaged through its bottomless contents and pulled out a whole host of items: hand mirrors, makeup kits, two liter bottles of listerine, mints and peppermint breath spray and assorted beauty products.
She stole a quick glance back at Yukari to make sure she was asleep before going at it—in one go, she dumped every minty product she could into her mouth before swishing the unholy mixture in her mouth. It was not a moment later that she coughed out all of that liquid ice with a retch and a gag. Sheepishly, she turned her head to see if Yukari had woken up in all the commotion. Luckily, she was still knocked out something fierce. Mima might’ve guessed she was dead, if it weren’t for the occasional snore.
Undeterred, she opened a hand mirror and began to apply her makeup. Carefully. There was a subtle art to it—she only needed enough to hide any unsightly blemishes she might’ve gotten from her rather shut-in lifestyle as a ghost. Anything more, and Maribel was bound to notice Mima was purposefully fixing her appearance around her. None of that. Mima was trying for a more subliminal approach… It’s what worked in the past, after all.
Well, upon further thought, Mima figured “worked” was too strong a word. She did die before she saw any results, after all. But enough of that, Mima thought—now that she regained her memories, she’s finally gotten another shot. This being the apocalypse and all, she figured she should probably make it count.
She clicked close her portable hand mirror and, along with the rest of her stuff, threw it back into her field bag. She stole one last glance at Yukari, who was still sleeping soundly, before straightening her hat and clearing her throat.
“Maribel…” she said in a quiet, sing-song voice. She placed a hand on Yukari’s shoulder and gave it a gentle shake. “Maribel, wake up.”
No response. Mima pouted as she shook her around again. “Merry? It’s so scary around here—I need someone super strong and amazing by my side. Maybe we could hold hands?”
Nothing but more snoring. Mima’s expression fell. “... Okay, seriously. Wake up.”
“Don’t make me break out the big guns, Merry,” Mima said, digging through her bag and pulling out an airhorn. “I’ll do it. You think I’m bluffing?”
A tense beat passes. Mima stows away the airhorn. “... Ah, I’m just kidding. I wouldn’t do something like that to you. You’re too cute, hehe.”
“I’m not above this, though.” She reaches back into her bag and pulls out a spray bottle filled with water… before giving Yukari’s face a couple of quick spritzes.
That quiet, tranquil expression to Mima seemed almost a timeless representation of the relationship she shared with Maribel quickly contorted into one of disgust. After a moment of being pelted with spray after spray of water droplets, Yukari finally was roused from her sleep, a squinty, grouchy mess.
“Who..? Urgh…” She mumbled with a groan. When Yukari saw Renko, immaculately constructed before her with enough accuracy to convince her she came straight from her memories, she froze. Her voice was barely above a whisper. “... Renko?”
“Hehe… Yep, it’s me! Your best friend. Best girl-friend, even. That is, a girl who is also a friend. Not a girlfriend, you know? Aha… Unless? Kidding, kidding.” Mima flashed an easy smile. “Glad you’re awake. Hey, before you say anything else—how do I look? I look cute, right? I know we’re in the middle of saving the world and everything, but I’ve actually been spending a lot of time taking care of my appearance.”
As Mima continued to ramble on and Yukari continued to wake up, her expression made a slow and gradual pivot. Where at first Yukari couldn’t hide her bemusement from her face—as well as that strange pained expression someone would have, seeing a loved one they have long since finished mourning appear upon their doorstep—she eventually came to settle on an empty stare and a neutral, apathetic expression. It hurt Mima a little, seeing such a radical turn in her demeanor.
“Oh,” Yukari muttered. “It’s just you.”
Mima didn’t think she intended it, but there was a layer of latent annoyance in her words. Or maybe it was disappointment? A thousand years or more apart did a lot to shift their relationship. That much was clear—and it hurt.
Yukari took a moment to look Mima up and down. With a scoff and a roll of her eyes, she delivered an unceremonious answer. “You look fine.”
Mima sighed in response. “Hey, I’ll take it.”
“More importantly…” As Yukari continued, she craned her neck around to absorb every detail of her surroundings: everything from the light fixtures above to the tables that were so meticulously set and prepared. “... Where are we?”
Her eyes naturally gravitated toward the front counter and the kitchen section that was just behind—meticulously wrapped burgers and fresh fries, set underneath heat lamps… it was as if they were all made recently. But that wasn’t even the strangest detail Yukari’s eyes were able to pick out. Upon one of the tables was a tray, filled with half eaten food—as if the patrons ceased to exist in the middle of their meal. This was beyond a mere liminal space, where it gave the impression of once being a place where people gathered—it was closer in relation to the scene of an ongoing disaster, where people had left in a hurry.
In that way, it didn’t carry much of the surreal quality of a place no longer meant for humans—it more so felt like a place with a cursed history, its sinister and mysterious narrative etched into its skin and flesh through the vestiges of human presence. Mima could tell, being a ghost herself, there was more to this place than the physical construction. As to what ‘more’ was, she could not place.
She could tell Yukari was thinking something similar by the way she walked around and took in the feeling of the place. Her posture was rigid and cautious, but not necessarily ready and waiting for danger. There was a quiet dread to the things that weren’t, but should’ve been.
“I’m trying to figure that out myself,” Mima replied, following Yukari around with her arms folded behind her back. “You’re going to think I’m crazy, but… I think we’re back in Tokyo.”
“I don’t think you’re crazy.” Yukari replied. She walked over to the table with the food and traced a finger across its top. No dust clung to the surface of her finger, as if the tabletop had recently been cleaned. She brought the back of her palm close to the food. It was still radiating just a little bit of heat, as if it had been freshly served. “That’s the part that scares me.”
“... Assuming this is all very much real, this must be Koishi’s doing,” Yukari declared, taking a moment to look down at herself. As she flexed her fingers, her eyes narrowed. Mima figured she might’ve just realized she had been healed and mysteriously back to her usual outfit. She still looked younger and weaker than she once was, but there was an undeniable, albeit subtle increase in the vitality she seemed to convey. As Yukari’s eyes wandered to the empty city street outside, Mima couldn’t help but notice that expression—that idle, faraway gaze that looked like Yukari had trapped herself in a vivid daydream. She couldn’t help but realize how much Maribel had changed—and yet stayed the same.
“Whatcha thinking, Merry?” Mima tried, shuffling up to Yukari’s side.
“Yukari.”
“Oh. Right. Ha, that’s my bad. My bad…”
“I’m thinking: why Tokyo specifically?” With a wave of her hand, Yukari opened a gap next to her. Through that little tear in reality was a bird’s eye view of the whole city, as well as the infinite desert that surrounded it. “... There must be some significance to this location, but I couldn’t possibly imagine what it could be. Not right now, knowing what we know.”
“Hey, I grew up in Tokyo, you know? Maybe it has something to do with that? And… y’know, we were teaching in Tokyo before…” Mima gestured vaguely around herself. “... Everything, I guess. Maybe Koishi’s reacting to our memories.”
“Could be. Could just as easily be something related to Koishi. Could be nothing at all.” The view through the gap eventually fizzled out, leaving nothing but the inky blackness of the pocket dimension Yukari held dominion over. She let out a sigh before stitching the gap closed with a wave of her hand. “I’d suggest we keep on moving. Collect as much information as we can about this place. But only what we need—the plan is still largely the same. There’s no telling when she will appear again. Best be as quick about it as we can.”
“Oh. Uh… Alright. That’s cool.”
“... What?”
“Hm?”
“What’s wrong? You disagree?”
“Oh no, ah…” A sheepish grin crawled across Mima’s face. “I was just thinking about how much you’ve changed, is all. It’s just… you know, a huge city missing all of its people is pretty mysterious, huh? Don’t you want to do more exploring? Poke around a bit and take in the sights? Like we used to—just one last time?”
There was an unsettling period of silence where Yukari stared straight through Mima with that flat look. She averted her eyes for a passing moment. When Yukari returned her gaze to Mima, it was steely and cold. “No. Neither of us are kids anymore. We have duties and responsibilities that we can not abandon. Not for anything.”
Yukari brushed past Mima. The gesture wasn’t very rough at all, but Mima felt it come at her hard. As Yukari opened the door, she looked back at Mima and gestured to her to follow.
“Let’s go.”
Orin did not want much from life.
There was Satori, her master, who she cared about deeply. There was Okuu, her best friend, who she loved. There was Koishi, the younger sister of her master, who she felt obligated to take care of. And of course, there was her job of transporting corpses, which she could do endlessly and without tiring. Those things more or less encompassed everything she cared about—Orin was a simple person.
So as she crawled out the emergency hatch located at the top of the ship her master had so recklessly buried into a sand dune, she couldn’t help but feel so hopelessly out of her depth. With a groan, she hoisted herself over the lip of the hatch before losing her balance and tumbling over.
As she tumbled downward, bumping her head against every little edge the ship had on her way down, the visor to her suit cracked and then shattered. But as she flopped down into the warm sand, her arms and legs spread in a state of absolute fatigue, she couldn’t really bring herself to care about the warning tones in her helmet—or the fact she was able to breathe the air here, in what used to be the void. Frankly, all she could think about was how much she wanted to go home.
“Orin! Are you okay?” A familiar voice called from somewhere outside her field of vision. It was followed by the hasty clattering of boots on metal as they no doubt clambered down the ship in a hurry.
All Orin could offer in response was a weak grunt and the extension of a thumbs up.
“Are… are you insane?” Another voice called soon after, all breathless and hoarse. It cracked with exertion, as if it had already been worn out by so much screaming. “Satori, what form of devil possessed you to do that? We could’ve all died!”
Satori, of course, didn’t respond. Not before she entered Orin’s field of view, her own helmet long since thrown away. Her face was etched with a rare look of concern, and she breathed a deep sigh of relief when she saw Orin manage a weak smile. Wordlessly, Satori jostled off the smashed helmet from Orin’s suit and brushed away any remaining debris… before pulling her into a tight embrace.
Orin, dazed and shocked from the crash, could manage little else than to rest her head upon her master’s shoulders as she was pulled in. But through whatever stores of energy she had left, she managed to raise her arms and wrap them around in loose reciprocation.
“I’m okay,” she whispered. “I’m okay.”
Satori pulled back from the hug, but stayed kneeling by Orin’s side. Cautiously, she looked to the horizon, as if she had caught a vanishing glimpse of something stalking them from behind the shifting sands. She extended an elbow for Orin to grab on to. “Let’s go. Can you stand?”
“I… I think so,” Orin mumbled, hooking one of her arms around Satori’s elbow and placing a hand on her shoulder for support. Her master lifted, and in response Orin tried her best to stumble onto her feet, with mixed results. As she straightened herself out with the help of Satori, she heard her bones shift and crackle in strange ways—followed by an absolute lightning strike of localized pain in the leg and the fuzzy static that came to replace it.
After a sharp intake of breath and a pained wince, Orin settled into a decidedly unconvincing posture—she plastered a smile on her face and shifted all of her weight onto the other leg in a poor imitation of nonchalance, but Satori’s face only got graver. It broke Orin’s heart. For a moment, Orin tried to separate herself from her master so she could stand on her own—but Satori only squeezed her in closer, as if she would’ve lost Orin the second she let go.
That didn’t surprise Orin much. She knew better than anyone that the events one year ago were still fresh in her master’s mind. Even now, it haunted her every action, and now the consequences were starting to catch up with everyone involved. But to Orin, that didn’t matter. It never did—not so long as Satori was her master, and Orin was her pet. Satori could march to the deepest pit of Hell, pick a fight with a God, oppose reality itself… and Orin would march along right beside her, no matter what.
Patchouli, on the other hand, did not share the same sentiment. She marched up to the two, at least temporarily uncaring of the fantastical environment they found themselves in, and went straight to airing out her grievances.
“Recklessly engaging with Toyohime like that, against all better logic… one day, and this day might very well come sooner than you think, your obsession with that cursed woman will hurt someone you care about,” Patchouli snapped. As she looked to Orin, whose body was riddled with evidence of blunt trauma, her expression softened. “... It already has.”
“As if we had any other choice. It was our best shot to kill her, once and for all,” Satori replied, stone-faced and cold. “... Besides, let Orin speak for herself. As if you know what she does and doesn’t wish for.”
“... Orin wasn’t the only person who got hurt. Or killed.”
“It just so happens that Eirin conveniently falls outside my definition of ‘people I care about.’ I fail to see the issue.” Satori snorted with disgust, as if offended by the mere implication. Orin wanted to speak up and cut between the fighting, but couldn’t find the strength to oppose her own master. “That aside, who says I was the one who got her killed? She got herself killed, following her own incomprehensible mess of half-baked ideas and strategies. What are you coming at me for?”
“How could you be so cold toward someone like her? Especially since we were all fighting out there together, as comrades? Have you no shame?”
“I’ve no love for her. Not after what she did to my sister.” Satori stared straight into Patchouli’s eyes. Sometimes her master was like this—staring straight ahead through a person, as if judging the content of their soul itself. Sometimes, this was literally the case, given that she made liberal use of her opened third eye. “We might be fighting beside each other, but we’re fighting for completely different things. Yukari, Eirin, Kaguya, even you and I—we’re all fighting for something different. Those are just the facts. Just as it was a fact that Koakuma had darkness in her heart. It’s that kind of fact.”
“How cynical. Aren’t we friends?”
Satori fixed Patchouli with a steady glare as she thought through her answer. Even with an open eye, Orin found her master’s thought process difficult to parse.
“... No. We aren’t,” Satori settled. “It’s not a secret—I’m fighting to get my sister back. I’m fighting to kill the person who turned her into a monster. I’m fighting to protect my family. You are doing none of those things—you’re fighting for a more abstract reason: protecting the world, or preventing human suffering, or whatever other justification you assign to your actions. It’s admirable, but recognize that It’s only by convenience that we’re here, helping each other out.”
“... Is that right?” Patchouli muttered under her breath. “Then if it came between Yukari, or Eirin, or me, or anyone else… and your family. Who would you choose?”
Silence.
“It’s best to be honest with ourselves. It saves us the heartache.”
“I see.”
In the silence that came after, the atmosphere seemed to become heavier. Orin spent each passing beat being suffocated by the pressure. Her eyes darted from Patchouli to her master, and then back again.
“Er…” Orin started. “Let’s ah… could we just figure out what we’re going to do next, maybe? Without fighting—that would be nice.”
“Good plan, Orin,” Satori said. Though strangely enough, she wouldn’t take her eyes off of Patchouli. “I’m not quite sure what we would do without you.”
Patchouli looked away. Orin couldn’t help but feel vaguely responsible—though the second the thought even popped into mind, Satori squeezed a little tighter, as if in reassurance.
“... There’s no use in arguing,” Patchouli said with a heavy sigh. “Or rather, it’s a subject for later, when we aren’t all in danger. For now, I agree—we should figure out our next steps.”
The guns had long since run quiet.
Those satellites—their powerful bodies forged by the greatest minds, cast in the strongest metals, and mounted with the fiercest weapons humanity could muster—how could they have possibly matched the horror of God’s wrath? They could never, and for their hubris, their bodies and their souls were scattered and broken as a million glittering lights upon the ocean.
Those were the kinds of things Kaguya Houraisan thought about as she sat beside a flickering fire, her only source of light deep in the darkness of a desert night, not a few meters from the turned and battered wreckage of the CNS Beyond the Sun. In the void, It was battered by unseen force, turned three times—and upon the fourth, struck down and consumed by the void, as was the divine will of God. To its crew, it might have seemed like nothing less than a castigation of divine nature—but Kaguya knew it was nothing more than the temper tantrum of a child. As infant children must necessarily cry, Koishi must necessarily kill—it was her unconscious will.
Woe upon humanity, as its greatest accomplishment was brought low and made worthless before a child. Her own child. What a dubious honor it was—being the mother of such a terrifying, omnipresent killer.
Kaguya was on the ship when it was attacked by Toyohime. She was there to see Eirin march on to meet her. And she was there to see her die. It didn’t bother Kaguya too much—after all, she had watched Eirin die countless times. She will likely watch her die countless more, before all is said and done. But it was there, seized by the temporary shock, that Kaguya lost consciousness. When she woke up, she was deep within the fresh wreckage of humanity’s greatest weapon—alone. On what happened to her crew, and why Kaguya was spared, she could only make guesses.
With no direction and no plan, Kaguya spent what felt like hours wandering the claustrophobic halls of that great metal cage of a ship. But she was alone. Alone in such a way that not even the impression of humanity remained. Even the spot where she saw three men become atomized by Toyohime’s attack, which had burnt dark impressions of their silhouettes into the steel, was mysteriously void of any sign they were killed at all. The damage remained, but the people were gone—erased from existence in a way only God could manage.
When she eventually emerged from the dark recesses of the ship into a darker night, with nothing but the stars above and the inexplicable ground below, she could do nothing but start a simple fire. The night was cold, and she had a feeling it would be long. Warmth would be needed.
This, alone and huddled by a dying fire, must have been the end. Kaguya shifted closer to the flame, and held her knees closer to her chest. She didn’t know what to do. When her own daughter had sought her out, she didn’t know what to say. All she could do was recognize—that in pursuit of an easy life, she had made things so much worse. She wondered if it was too late to make things right between herself and Koishi. If Kaguya had looked up to her daughter now, and said sorry, would she hear? Would she care?
She wasn’t sure. And she wasn’t sure if she wanted to find out.
As she stared at the stars above, Kaguya heard the shuffling of boots displacing the sand. The sounds came in an irregular, halting motion. When it came to a stop, Kaguya lowered her gaze to the figure who stood at the edge of her fire’s light.
A moon rabbit in a pilot suit, all ripped up, tattered, and blackened by combat. In the gaps of her suit, her skin had melted away from severe burns—and froze in place, creating large patches of gangrenous tissue that covered her body. As Kaguya’s eyes drifted downward, she noticed a patch of body that had a view to the other side. Somehow, by some miracle of medicine, the wound remained stable and closed.
Her face was concealed by her helmet, tinted and patterned by a spider web of cracks, but by the way she stood, so still and lopsided, Kaguya had the impression of an empty gaze just behind the facade.
The moon rabbit carried in her left hand a revolver, its chambers empty and on display as the mechanism that connected the grip to the top half of the hung loose. In her other hand, was an ax, splintered in half at the handle from excessive use and its blade caked in a thick layer of blood.
Without a word, the moon rabbit collapsed into a heap by the fire.
Kaguya rushed to the moon rabbit’s side and, upon removing her helmet, froze.
Atonement—she wondered if it was even possible.
Previous Chapter:
Interim Chapter 11

Okay guys I am new to this subreddit, and I don’t expect you to believe me. But all I can say is that I have “insider information” about Tenkaichi 4.
Someone, can’t name names, told me that a lot of characters’ finishers will be direct or minor variants of DB Legends finishers.
They said that with DB Legends massive roster, and detailed and accurate to anime finishers, the team decided to export assets from DB Legends as the finishers on there are nearly perfect.
That is all I have right now, but basically this person told me they will be using assets from DB Legends in the case of rushes, ki blast, finishers, some character models, and some team moves.
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Okay for some background; my boyfriend and I have been together for 2 years, he’s 19 and I’m 18. He lives in Europe and I live in the US. We have met before and it was amazing. My family adores him. Okay so, this is where the over thinking comes in. He started college Fall 2022, and I start Fall 2023. He decided to stay at home and go to a college close to his house. He lives in a small town, and doesn’t work. So his schedule is very flexible. Even with the time difference, we talk almost every day and spend as much quality time as one can online. I applied for multiple different colleges in the US and got accepted to some and waiting to hear back from others. I’m scared that when I start college our relationship will change. Since he’s at home still, and I’ll be moving away from home and working and doing college, I feel like my life will be so busy and our relationship will fall behind. So many people have said “don’t go into college with your high school boyfriend.” But I don’t believe in that. I love him so so much and don’t ever think about breaking up just because. But what if we only can talk once a week? Change is scary…for the past 2 years I’ve gotten used to our little schedule and how flexible it is, I’m genuinely so scared the distance will actually affect us. I even thought about going to college where he lives but my family didn’t approve of me going so far away…I may sound dramatic but I’ve been so down about it today. I guess I just want to know your opinion on this situation and if I’m being dramatic. Also anyone who’s been in a similar situation?

It happened in Campsie. The car fainted to hit the young lady, who was standing on the road divider in an attempt to cross the street. The occupants stopped some meters away and told her off, shouting something along the words “people can die”. They also threw an object at her (it seemed to me like a full water bottle).
In my books, both parties are at wrong. If you’re a pedestrian, you must use the crossing (it wasn’t even far away). Otherwise, it’s dangerous for you and the other cars. If you’re a car, you have to learn to anger management and know your vehicle is literally a weapon.
What are your views on this situation?

I made some Henry Stickmin style options for you folks to consider in addition to your own personal answers with results in spoilers. There are two endings and 8 fails. Choose wisely and watch out for Angel. Yes this took over hour to make and I was bored.
Double Down! Look him in the face and call him Mikhael again loudly and proudly.
The Maverick after you double down on calling him Mikhael again points his hand at you and shoots a powerful ki blast which sends you flying back through 3 houses until you end up in Sunny's kitchen. FAIL!
Beg For Mercy! Immediately drop to your knees, start crying, begging, and apologizing.
The Maverick looks at you and decides to give you a strong warning. However, Angel is upset and is not that forgiving for calling his Master "Mikhael" and you end up getting beat up by Angel instead. FAIL!
Slap Attack! You slap the Maverick and tell him to stop being a weeb.
"You dare to lay a hand on my perfect face you sad excuse of a person? Let me show you what a slap from the Maverick is like." You get slapped so hard, your entire body goes through the front car window... and that car is The Maverick's parents car... he screwed! BOTH FAIL!
Angel Hostage! Grab Angel and keep him as hostage until the Maverick will no longer beat you up.
Angel gets annoyed with you and teleports behind you and uses you as hostage to get the Maverick to buy him ice cream. It actually works and you walk away free. ICE CREAM ENDING!
Two Can Play! You power up and show the Maverick that you are willing to fight back... against... THE MAVERICK.
The Maverick delivers a very fast punch and you somehow dodged it. You laugh and call him Mikhael again. He punches very fast again and you are unable to dodge because Angel teleported behind you and held you in place causing you to get knocked out. FAIL!
Just Lie! Say Kel told you to call him that.
The Maverick knows you're lying because Kel is not even home. The Maverick proceeds to beat you up and tells you in addition to not calling him Mikhael, to not lie to him which is why you got beat up even worse. FAIL!
Hold Your Ground! Pull out your Paintball gun and threaten him with it.
You point the paintball gun at his wig and the Maverick begs you not to ruin his perfect "real" hair. You decide to shoot a few paintballs at his wig which sends it flying off his head and the Maverick drops down crying. His twin siblings comes out and caught you red handed and forces you to work with them at the Bakery until you make enough to replace the wig for the Maverick. FAIL!
Take The Wig! Remove his wig, remove his power? Worth a try.
The Maverick's power level plummets and you call him Mikhael again, and then you put on his wig and immediately feel a huge enormous power rush through your body as you begin to float in the air with electrical sparks all over your body. You demand he calls himself Mikhail from now on, but then Angel takes the wig from you and puts it on and points his hand at you, and shoots a powerful ki blast sending you into Faraway Park next to Aubrey who laughs at you. SUPER FAIL!
Pull Out Scouter! Take your scouter out to measure his power level and then respond appropriately.
The scouter reads "Error: >999,999 can not be measured!" and you drop to your knees begging and apologizing. The Maverick smiles confidently and let's you go. SCOUTER ENDING!
THE MAVERICK card! Pull out your THE MAVERICK user flair showing him that you are part of the Maverick crew.
The Maverick is confused as to why one of his loyal fans would call him Mikhael. He examines the user flair. He asks if you are really loyal to the Maverick and you say yes. He points his finger at you and asks if you are ready for your punishment? Being that you are a loyal Maverick fan, you close your eyes and shake yes. You go down proudly. FAIL BUT LOYAL!

I’m so lost and confused on what to do about my aim. I’m currently using 4-3 linear on Xbox series S and I constantly see myself either barely missing my target in close range, basically struggling to do micro adjustments and also struggling with panic aiming? Or panicking? Can’t really figure out how to break either because it’s cause me to change my settings and get nowhere. I stick to a settings and use it for 1-2 weeks but feel constantly outgunned. Any tips would be incredible with helping me. Cause even playing this game for years my aim and movement feel sluggish and sloppy

As title suggests, I need a formula that will allow a cell to show the first non blank cell's contents from several spread out selected cells. For example I need a formula I can put in cell A1 that will return the value from the first non blank cell from B7, DD6, DG7,FX9, and ZY12. Hopefully that makes sense?
I have found formulas (shown below) that allow me to return the first non blank value from a list on a row or column, but they require me to select cells that are all beside each other.
=INDEX(A1:A13,MATCH(TRUE,INDEX((A1:A13<>0),0),0))
=INDEX(range,MATCH(FALSE,ISBLANK(range),0))
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Edit: Forgot to say I am using Excel 2016

My online friends and I were talking about toxic workplaces and how working with family members is always a recipe for disaster. I decided to share my toxic workplace story because my parents are small business owners and I worked for them for a total of almost two years on and off. I think that my coworkers didn’t like my dad, the owner, and took it out on me.
I know how much my coworkers made because I was allowed to do payroll after I got my AA degree, and they make less than others in their industry. My parents claim that they hire people with criminal records and drug addiction/mental health issues altruistically because they have a special needs child (I have schizophrenia) but I wonder if it was because they would accept lower salaries.
I have been poor (no homelessness or anything that extreme but I went to bed hungry and didn’t have healthcare) and my dad was kind of insensitive about it (and financially abusive to me) and a lot of my coworkers were financially struggling so if he was like that with them I understand the resentment. Still not my fault though.
I vented about my former coworkers saying that they constantly talked about high school parties even though they were like 30. I mentioned that I hadn’t tried alcohol yet because I was not old enough (18 at the time) and they were rolling their eyes, making teasing and belittling comments, etc. They also acted the same way because I had my first boyfriend at 21. I was upset because they were acting like I was some naive kid who didn’t know what sex and drugs were when I knew and made an informed decision. I described it as ableist because the reason I was abstinent from sex and alcohol until I was 21 was because I knew from shows like Dr Phil etc that mental health issues and a difficult family situation are correlated with addiction as well as risk behaviors and outcomes like teen pregnancy, STDs and getting groomed by creepy old perverts who prey on the emotionally vulnerable. I said that it was like making fun of a diabetic for avoiding sugary food.
Other people were saying that I shouldn’t use the word ableist because they didn’t know what was going on with me and people who have mental health issues can’t be ableist.

Hi all, I posted here a couple months ago about my situation, which you can read about here if you’re interested: https://www.reddit.com/raisedbynarcissists/comments/106dd65/at_a_crossroads_in_relationship_with_my_parents/
Quick TL;DR Summary: Both my parents started distancing themselves from me/stopped calling while I was going through a difficult time in my life. My mom sent me an email & wanted me to share with her, but she was also critical & unhelpful. I reacted defensively & also told her I didn’t feel I was getting the emotional support I needed. I later apologized, but got no response & the silent treatment continued for several months until I called them out/confronted them & said this was not ok. My mom responded to me with defensiveness, gaslighting, projection, denial, personal attacks/criticism, the works.
So after this, I got another email from my mom before I could respond saying that she was tired of us hurting each other & didn’t want this to continue. She showed an interest in making amends, but I have a feeling my dad had a hand in getting her to send that (he's always been the peacemaker). It was more than I had ever gotten from her though and part of me just wanted to accept that & move on because it was (& still is) a painful situation. But I still hadn’t responded to her previous email & still had a lot of feelings about it. Plus, she also wrote that I had said some hurtful things & then she had to do the same thing (which to me implies that I made her react the way she did as if she is not in control of her actions.) And there was no apology.
I replied & said that I wanted the same thing, but didn’t want to rug sweep. I told her that what she said to me was unacceptable & that is not how you communicate w/ someone you are supposed to love. Basically, I stood up to her and defended myself. I was very firm & confident sounding (which is not exactly how I feel internally & is something she’s not used to with me.) I laid out boundaries & said that if she speaks to me that way again (in a way that causes me pain or emotional distress), I would need to step back & get some distance. At the same time, I still expressed a desire to resolve things. I did not hear from her again after this.
After a while, I wrote to my dad & just told him how I was feeling & that I hoped we could maintain our relationship no matter what happens, but hopefully things could also be resolved with my mom. (He had continued to email & text me here & there.) He said he wanted the same thing & to speak to me again, but it’s been months now & we still haven’t spoken. I just get emails every now & then updating me about whatever is happening & random chitchat. It feels strange & sad to still be communicating w/ him only in this way, but I think I still prefer it to not communicating at all. I've always had a good relationship w/ my dad & while his distancing has been surprising & painful, I still can't be angry w/ him. I'm just more confused & wishing I understood more. I have been able to deal with periods of estrangement w/ my mom in the past, but now that my dad is involved & kind of going along w/ her this time, it's much more difficult & I feel so alone.
So at this point, I don’t even really know what to feel. My mom was prepared to reconcile with me until I sent my email. Sometimes I feel proud of myself for writing it and think it's crazy that my mom's ego could be so fragile. I also feel sad & angry that she has apparently given up on me & doesn’t feel it’s worth it to try & work things out. Then there are times I question if I am to blame & feel guilty. I wonder if I handled things the right way or if I was too harsh or unreasonable. I think if I tried to reach out to her again though, I’d feel so foolish because she's obviously making choices (they both are.)
The thing that I think stumps me the most is whether my mother is purposefully cruel & tries to hurt me intentionally, or if she is just a damaged, immature, flawed human who has bad instincts and may feel regret & remorse, but is either too proud or just doesn’t know what to say to me. When someone just doesn’t respond, you think all kinds of things. I also struggle with depression & sometimes I think my mom may be keeping her distance because she doesn’t want to upset me. I know many people here are very adamant in how they feel about their parents, but I have many feelings that can change day to day. It’s very confusing & it makes it very hard to just move on.
I feel like if I knew what her reaction to my email was, I would feel more confident in how to proceed. Did it make her upset & make her break down and cry? Did she get angry & curse me and swear to never speak to me again? Did she go so far as to tell my dad she did not want him to speak to me or have a relationship with me and did she even threaten him? (I truly don’t think my mom would do this, but who knows?). I would like to get some answers from my dad, but I don’t know if he would feel obligated to share whatever I say with my mom. I think he may feel uncomfortable keeping things from her. But am I just supposed to stay in this state of limbo forever? I would just like to know where I stand.
Thanks to anyone who read all of this & if you have any advice or suggestions, I’m open to hearing them!