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Hi all, we’re expecting our first in November. Daycares are booked out a year so we likely wouldn’t get in until LO is 7-9 months. Therefore we’re looking at nanny/nanny share options to bridge.
Questions: 1. If nanny with 1 child starting at 3 mo. Old, how do you set up the house? The nanny just uses the nursery and house as is? The nursery is upstairs, but we do have a guest bedroom downstairs. My husband works from home in an extra bedroom upstairs. Should we change the nursery to downstairs or make a second ‘nursery’ for the nanny so she’s not going up and down stairs and be to herself downstairs?

1. Had someone reach out about a nannyshare. Our child would be 3 mo. Old, theirs 5 mo. Old. How would this work? Would we need 2 nurseries/ how does a nanny integrate with the house in this case? 2 of everything?

Thanks for any insight, we’re very unfamiliar with this process. We would need the nanny basically full time 8-5 M-Thursday, 1/2 day Friday.

So this is a long story but I need some advice from men who have successfully gotten sole custody, preferably in KS.
Found out around 2 mo ago that my stbxw had been cheating on me for close to a year with a coworker I had highly suspected. Found months of pictures and texts, including texts detailing how "honored" her AP felt when my son wanted to cuddle with him in my bed after his intercourse with my wife. Including discussion of giving him "the best blowjob of his life" if they can "get my son to play on his tablet" in the next room for a while.
Near the end I was putting our son to sleep most nights as she was out partying with her boyfriend. Needless to say, all trust is now gone and reconciliation is a non possibility.
The texts I uncovered show that she has been neglectful of our son (he is 2 and can't be left alone.) Also, clearly prioritizing herself over her family, over her son or her son's father. Also, emotionally abusive for confusing him and having him cuddle with a shirtless stranger in my bed.
My son tried to tell me about it, at one point, and she covered it up, later texting her boyfriend that they were going to have to start being more "careful" because my son was telling me about "mommy's English.
The incident bothered me enough to start getting suspicious. In retrospect I can tell that even at his age he felt like something was wrong and was trying to tell me in his baby talk broken english.
I was a SAHD for a year and a half while my son was crawling, it was at this time her affair began. She makes like 55k a year. After her affair started, she started complaining to me about "money issues" as if she was struggling to pay for food, which was odd, because my small business paid all the utilities and rent on our marital home, and her only expenses were food and cahealth insurance and her phone bill.
I had been out of the workforce for a while, but was able to fairly quickly secure a job at a food processing manufacturing facility doing 12 hour days euther 3 or 4 days a week so as to be able to provide childcare on the remaining 3-4 days. The rest of the time she was either "watching" him with her boyfriend at my house or her mom was watching him because she would drive 30 mins to her "mom's house" most days when she wasn't working.
I switched jobs in January after saving up almost 10k from the factory to a job I enjoy more, but pays less. I was tired from the factory and wanted better work/life balance and to spend more time with my family and to work on my marriage, which due to not knowing about the cheating, I was under the impression could still be saved. She was angry about making less $$$, and also because I had more flexibility in my schedule so that made her cheating harder.My current part time job pays 15-20k, but remember, my utilities and housing are all taken care of by my other part time job, without it being taxable income on a payroll, so that's really just insurance/gas/food money.
So my lawyers told me that sole custody to start isn't going to be possible in KS, despite the mountain of evidence of being an unfit parent described above.
We have a temp plan in place and I have my 2 1/2 yr old son 7:30am sunday-7:30pm Wednesday. I got her to agree to this by pointing out that even though I would have him during the day most days, she would still have him for an equal number of hours. She took the bait. I now have my son the majority of the time he is awake.
She has moved back in with her parents who now watch my son 2-3 days a week for her as she is at work. They also watch him when she isn't at work, so she can run errands and go on dates without our son. She claims she has rearranged her work schedule to spend time with him, but I don't believe her due to her social media that I observed prior to finally blocking her forever.
In the last week, she declined to spend memorial day with him despite not working and it having been previously arranged because she had "plans" to do "yard work and housework" with her parents. She had me drop him off at dinnertime and pick him up the next morning. In addition, she had me keep him an extra night on top of that because she needed to "work late" on Wednesday night and wouldn't be able to pick him up.
I now know what "working late" means. She had a scheduled night with her boyfriend and I was acting as her free babysitter.
So far, she really is turning out to be a deadbeat. Hasn't given me a dime despite the fact that I now buy the majority of the food her son eats, spend vastly more time with him than she does, and am struggling to afford my life and am having to greatly adjust my lifestyle to support a child on 15k a year. I'm sure the thought hasn't even crossed her mind.
What's worse, my lawyer wrote up the amount that I contributed to the family finances, which was the entirety of housing and utilities (I manage a business and in exchange recieve housing and utilities, but no cash.) And when he adds that to my income, I might end up STILL being required to pay child support to her despite spending way more time with my son.
So, she's going ti get her babysitter and I might have to write her a check for the privilege of being cheated on in my own bed and finding pictures of it, despite having been a SAHD, despite making way less money than her, despite spending way more time with my son. If that happens, the only way to not be so financially crippled that I have to either go back to the factory or go on food stamps and welfare would be to try for sole custody.
But the real reason I want sole custody is simply because it would be best for my son. It would be better for my son to see his dad doing a job that doesn't make him miserable and not financially crippled due to his mother's selfish actions.
I hope she wants to remain present in some fashion, but I'm starting to think the likelihood of that is low.
The way she seems to be fading back from his life, I don't think she's going to fight very hard. It's clear to me exactly where her priorities are, and my son isn't above herself or her boyfriend. Oh sorry, "fiance." Yes, they have been ENGAGED since at least January. I found out about the infidelity in late march. We're not fully divorced, yet.
Her time with our son while we were married was limited to an hour or so in the morning after doing her makeup for an hour and a half while I watched my son in the next room so he wouldn't mess with her makeup stuff. Then an hour or 2 in the evening, if he was lucky, before he would fall asleep. Near the end I was often getting him to bed on my own.
She does have him more nights than I do right now, and I'm worried the courts won't care that most of the time she spends with him, he is asleep or she is working and not actually spending the time with him. I think she is spending maximum 1.5 days with him during the day, likely less because she gets easily "overwhelmed" and always needed constant breaks from my son. It wasn't odd or uncommon for me to watch him on days I was working as soon as I got home for basically the whole night. I am watching my son solo for 4 full days a week.
Then there's a pesky thought in the back of my head about the odd fact that she brought up my will 3-4 times in the last year, a few of them during arguments. She was worried that my parents would deprive her of my inheritance if I died. Why would I die? There were texts between her boyfriend and her about how much she was going to get in the divorce. At one time her boyfriendcsaid "Wouldn't it be nice if we could skip all this not-fun stuff and go straight to you, me, and (insert son's name)...?"
I don't have any more direct proof than that, but I am of the impression that they were at least in the early stages of planning my murder. Maybe not seriously planning it, but discussing it, hopefully in jest. I've asked my lawyer and don't think I could get a DA to issue subpoenas of their phones without better evidence than a strong suspicion.
So, a woman capable of treating me in this way, of considering my murder, should probably have very little contact with my son. I know that she is an objectively bad person and I'm starting to feel like her involvement might harm him more than it ends up helping him.
My goal is now to have my son Sunday morning - Friday evening so that he goes to school in my town, not hers, which is 30 mins away. I want his time to be spent with the person who always puts him first, I don't want him being second fiddle to her boyfriend or to her, I don't want to see him neglected like I know she will do.
3 of the last 4 times I have picked him up, he has has new injuries. For some reason he never seems to get scraped knees or facial wounds or a bruised ass when he spends 4 days with me. I don't suspect physical abuse at thus time, I just think he's being allowed to run around and nobody is watching him.
I just need to say yes every time she decides to prioritize herself over her son, which will happen frequently, I am starting to infer. My hope is that over a long enough time period I will be able to establish a pattern of spending so much more time with him that a judge might be persuaded that I am the primary parent and award me sole custody.
I really am not doing this to "win" vs her or to "beat" her. I became a parent expecting to have some help raising my child. But she won't even spend holidays with him. She can't even pick him up, she does her best to convince me to do it. If it means more time with my son, I can spend the gas $$$.
But I am bleeding cash. My close to 10k in savings from the factory has dwindled to an emergency fund of 1500. I'm skipping meals to lose weight but also to save the food I have for my son. He hasn't ever gone hungry once and he won't, now. Maybe I should apply for food stamps, but I'm worried that could effect my likelihood of getting custody because it would make it look like I can't afford to have him for more meals. This is NOT a request for a handout, don't need one. I have plenty of family and friends who would help me if my cupboards were bare, and thankfully they are helping me afford my lawyer.
It's just really infuriating how much she has screwed me and my son over, both emotionally and financially. The thought that I might be cutting her a check when she makes more than 3X my income would be adding insult to injury. She has actually financially profited from this, so far, not counting her legal fees. I'm sure her parents are now buying most of her food and she still doesn't pay rent or utilities. Now she doesn't have to pay for my health insurance or car insurance or cell phone, so she's saving hundreds monthly and I'm going uninsured health wise and only have basic liability for my car.
I like my lawyers so far, but they said child support is all determined by a "worksheet" and haven't yet shown me what that worksheet is. Either way, I would want sole custody even if it didn't alter CS. Any advice would be appreciated.

On today’s episode of ‘Things I never thought would happen to me’, two human-snake hybrids with long snouts and colorful scales cried in my arms. Despite the unsettling texture of their scales, I instinctively hugged them in a vain attempt to comfort them. It took me half a minute to process what was happening.
Elincia worked at an orphanage.
[Awareness]: Of course she does.
I ignored the System prompt and focused on the kids crying against my chest. Elincia seemed to be too busy dealing with the seven or eight bawling kids at the same time.
“What happened, sweetie?” I asked, trying to sound reassuring.
The snake girl with shining blue and white scales tried to hold back the tears, and she made it for a brief second, but then she wrapped her arms around my neck and burst into tears again. By the way she trembled, I could tell she was scared.
“Hey, hey. It's okay. Elincia is already here. There is nothing to worry about.” I said, softly patting her back.
My words, as I should have expected, caused the kids to cry even harder. This wasn’t my first rodeo with teary small kids, however, it was my first time holding two snake-human hybrids. I wonder what had happened for the kids to be this distressed, a quick inspection told me they weren’t hurt.
The door opened again and a thin elven kid with fair blonde hair and dark circles around his eyes appeared in the doorway. Just as the rest of the orphans, he was dressed with well-worn oversized clothes. The elven kid was older than the rest of the kids but couldn’t be more than twelve or thirteen years old.
I wondered if he was Elincia’s kid but I quickly discarded that theory, there was no trace of human blood in his appearance. The boy seemed to be a pureblood elf.
“What’s happening, Zaon?” Elincia asked over the generalized bawling and I noticed a trembling in her voice, as if she was also about to burst into tears.
The elven kid walked down the flight of stairs and raised his voice to be heard over the generalized bawling.
“M-m-mister Holst left the orphanage f-five days ago. Ilya and I tried to keep things under control but the small ones were nervous without you around. They thought you were going to be gone forever.” Zaon stuttered.
My heart clenched at hearing the kids had been on their own for a whole week. I understood now why the small ones were so scared. Elincia’s angered voice caught my attention.
“Mister Holst did what?!” Elincia exclaimed and the weeping sound of the kids suddenly died, leaving an awkward silence behind.
“Mister Holst had an imp-p-portant Class breakthrough so he left the orphanage to go to the imperial capital. That was five days ago.” Zaon repeated, stuttering the same syllables. “We took care of the cooking and the bedtime of the small ones. I couldn’t get them to shower, I’m sorry.”
My heart shrunk even further.
“You did well, Zaon. Please take the kids inside, I need to talk to Elincia for a moment.” I said, gently putting the snake-children down. “We’ll be joining you in a moment.” I added seeing the kids didn’t let Elincia go.
Zaon nodded and led the way followed by a dozen reluctant small kids who casted anxious glances at Elincia as they entered the manor. After a moment, we were left alone in the front yard.
“I’m going to fucking kill him, that weasel.” Elincia turned around and walked towards the iron gate.
I grabbed her wrist, she tugged but I didn’t let go.
Elincia’s face was red from anger and her knuckles turned white as she clenched her fists. She had done well hiding her anger from the kids. Adult problems should be dealt with by adults.
“I should’ve known something like this was going to happen. I’m so stupid for trusting Holst.” Elincia covered her face with both hands.
“Who’s Holst?”
“Holst is a Scholar who comes to the orphanage a couple times a week to teach the kids. He had a temper but I thought learning under the guidance of a high level Scholar would help the kids.” Elincia replied. “I was so blind. Of course he didn't care about the kids, he was just cultivating his class!”
I understood the general contempt Elincia showed towards the Scholar class now. Holst sounded like a despicable person.
“The kids are safe and that’s what matters the most.” I said, grabbing Elincia by the shoulders and forcing her to look at me. “You should be proud of yourself, Elincia, your kids faced an emergency and managed to get by. You raised them well.”
Elincia dropped her shoulders and took a deep breath with her eyes closed. When she opened her eyes again, she seemed to have regained her composure.
“You are right… but that doesn’t mean I’m not going to kill Holst if he puts a foot in this orphanage ever again.” She grinned with a wicked smile and I knew she was being serious.
“I’ll lend you my shotgun if you don’t mind cleaning up the aftermath.” I grinned back.
“Gross. I love it.” Elincia laughed, leaving behind the bad feelings and walking to the entrance of the manor. She signaled to follow her. “Welcome to Lowell’s Orphanage. You should call me Miss Elincia while the kids are around.”
I followed her.
The reception room was a spacious area with faded white walls and a tall ceiling, adorned solely with an old couch and a couple of worn out chairs. Square areas of less weathered white paint on the walls showed the places where old paintings had hung long ago. On the opposing wall, a great window overlooked the inner courtyard. I caught a glimpse of a small farm plot, a well, and a small groove.
The whole manor seemed to have seen better days but it felt cozy and welcoming.
“This is our home. And these orphaned children are my family.” Elincia said with a mix of pride and embarrassment. She opened her arms in a gesture that encompassed the entire room.
We left the receiving room behind and Elincia led me to the west wing of the manor into a corridor filled with sunlight. To the right there was the backyard and to the left a row of closed doors. Behind the only open door there was a classroom with rows of small worn-out desks lined up facing a worn-out chalkboard. Over each desk there was an old small wax tablet with their respective styluses.
“That is our schoolroom. It ain’t much but it’s quite handy during cold and rainy days. I try to teach the kids to read and write before they leave the orphanage.” Elincia said as she caught me looking inside.
My brain connected the dots and a sense of sadness got a sudden hold on me.
The Kingdom was at war and those who served as fodder were the least fortunate ones. I wondered how many of Elincia’s orphans ended up in the king’s army fighting in the Farlands to never come back home. But my sadness wasn’t solely aimed at the orphans, Elincia was rowing against a storm in a ship that was sailing to nowhere.
“It looks cozy.” I said.
We turned at the corner and found the harpy girl with the white pillowcase dress slowly walking down the corridor. The wooden floor clacked as she tried to catch up with the rest of the orphans but her talons were too big for her small body, making her steps slow and clumsy. She was more than ten meters behind but seemed unfazed by the matter.
The diminutive harpy saw us walking in her direction and stopped. It was my first time seeing a harpy. Her face was human but a pair of wings covered by golden feathers protruded from her pillowcase dress. She waited patiently for us, blocking the path.
“I haven’t peed myself in five days.” The harpy girl proudly declared, putting her hands on her hips and adopting a defiant pose I had seen in Elincia before.
“Shu, you don’t just…” Elincia looked at me, horrified, and I couldn’t help but let out a small laugh.
I squatted to Shu’s height and smiled. “You were so brave! I’m sure Miss Rosebud is happy to hear that.”
The harpy girl chuckled.
“You used the forbidden word. You are going to get scolded by Miss Elincia.” Shu hid her face beneath a wing. Before I could say anything else, Elincia grabbed her by the armpits and lifted her, interrupting our conversation.
Was ‘Rosebud’ a forbidden word?
“I’m going to prepare something to eat for the kids, you can wait in the classroom. I’m going to send Zaon over with a water basin.” Elincia said before Shu could add any extra outrageous comment.
Elincia and Shu followed the rest of the orphans and I came back to the classroom. Once alone, I punched the wall with full force, provoking a throbbing pain in my hand. My sadness had turned into anger. Holst was lucky to be away from Farcrest, otherwise I would be tempted to use one of my two remaining shells on him. I didn’t have a drop of sympathy for people who abandoned children.
I entertained myself with macabre fantasies until the left door opened again and Zaon entered the room carrying a large water basin.
“Miss Elincia says you can use her study to wash up. Then you can throw the water to the plants under the window.” Zaon said as he walked back to the corridor.
I followed him until we reached a closed door just by the corner of the corridor.
“This is the living quarters. The small kids sleep in the common room. We, the older ones, have our own rooms.” Zaon explained pointing with the head at the doors further down the living quarters. “This is Miss Elincia’s study.”
As I stepped into Elincia’s study, a floral smell filled my nostrils. The air was thick, as if I had walked into a greenhouse and I couldn’t help but take a deep breath, enjoying the fragrance.
The room was immaculately tiddy. A large bookshelf covered one of the walls and a wide writing desk was situated just under the window. A shabby bed was tucked in a corner with a knitted quilt neatly folded at the foot. On the night table there was a flower vase and a small diary.
[Awareness]: You have entered the forbidden dungeon: Elincia’s Bedroom.
The prompt made me stop dead in my tracks but no hidden traps were triggered by my presence.
The lack of knives and hunting trophies hanging from the walls made me think this belonged to the Governess and not the adventure junkie I had met in the woods. A sense of serenity emanated from the room and I understood that, for the orphans, this was a place of peace and safety.
Zaon put the water basin in the corner over a dresser and rummaged through the desk’s drawer. He pulled out a pearlescent soap bar, a threadbare towel, and a change of men's clothes from the chest at the foot of the bed. I wondered who the previous owner was.
“Thank you, Zaon.” I thanked the kid as I sat in a small stool by the water basin and washed my hands and forearms. I had a hundred questions to ask him but I didn’t want to entertain him, Elincia probably needed Zaon’s help to deal with the smaller kids.
Zaon nodded and looked at me with curiosity.
“Speak your mind.” I said, realizing I wasn’t going to get privacy until I answered some questions.
Zaon was startled for a moment but he quickly made up his mind.
“C-c-can I? Really? Who are you? Your accent is strange.” He inquired.
“I am Robert Clarke, a Scholar from a faraway land.” I introduced myself, wondering how much information I should disclose to the kids. Or how much information I could get from them. “I met Miss Rosebud in the Farlands and tagged along on the way back here.”
“Are you here to replace Mister Holst… sir?” Zaon got tangled up in his words, unable to figure out the right amount of deference required to address me. I smiled, trying to seem reassuring.
“This is my first time here in Farcrest so I have to meet the Marquis first. I don’t even know if I could stay.” I replied, deciding to tell Zaon the truth. “Miss Rosebud told me about the Imperial Library, so I’m tempted to go to the capital to cultivate my class.”
The kid nodded in awe. For someone from a backwater town like Farcrest, the imperial capital must be a place of wonder and mystery.
“Miss Elincia doesn’t like to be called that.” Zaon pointed out.
“Rosebud?”
“Yes.”
“I think it's a charming name.” I shrugged my shoulders thinking it was too much of a cute name for someone as tough as Elincia.
I waited for a moment, expecting a sassy System prompt to slap me on the face but none appeared. Good. The last thing I needed was more titles about my politically incorrect thoughts. Zaon looked around, as if there were spies somewhere between the walls, before continuing talking.
“I think that too, sir. A truly charming elven name.” Zaon muttered full of pride but suddenly he seemed to realize he had overextended his stay. “I’m not taking more of your time, sir.” He politely added as he left the room at a quick pace.
Finding the key inside the hole, I locked the door before taking my shirt off, and started scrubbing my body. The soap was the size of a small stack of coins and it didn’t produce much foam but it was more than enough after all those days trekking through the Farlands. It felt good to be clean once again. My old shirt was ruined after my adventure in the forest so the new one felt nice even if it was a bit oversized and the fabric coarser.
When I was finished, I opened the window and discarded the dirty water on the clump of bushes and flowers that adorned the mansion’s exterior. Then I unlocked the door and returned to the classroom feeling like a new man.
As I was sitting in the classroom, I saw a group of kids spying on me from the corridor’s windows. I acted like I hadn't seen them. Instead, I let them quench their curiosity while I mindlessly drew doodles on a wax tablet. Zaon probably already informed the rest of the orphans about my identity.
“Here you are.” Elincia said with a tired voice as she stood on the doorway. She carried a tray with a wooden bowl filled with steamy soup. “Scared of being alone in a girl’s bedroom?”
I was about to make a snarky remark when I remembered the kids spying on us. Elincia seemed to notice too because she quickly added. “Shall we discuss our deal in my study?”
I followed Elincia into her bedroom and she invited me to sit at the timeworn desk. Then, she handed me a bowl of soup and a piece of old bread. The soup had a few pieces of vegetables floating on the surface similar to carrots and potatoes. I did what any logical person would’ve done.
Elincia’s Vegetable Soup. [Identify] Edible. A watery, bland, and unseasoned soup made from various donated ingredients. It’s warm.
Luckily enough, Elincia didn’t realize I was using [Identify] on her soup. I put the spoon in my mouth. The flavor was indeed watery and bland but it was the first warm food I had since I arrived in this world, and it felt great. As I dipped the bread into the soup, Elincia untied her padded jacket, revealing a white blouse and a washed out light blue bodice that adhered to her figure.
I wasn’t completely ready for some Renaissance Fair action but I managed to keep my eyes glued to the bowl of soup. Elincia stretched her back and rotated her shoulders with feline grace before settling on the chair.
“You look good disguised as a governess, I almost bought it.” I said, fighting to keep my eyes away from Elincia’s delicate yet strong shoulders. If I didn’t know better, I would swear Elincia had a twin sister that looked after the orphanage while she explored the Farlands.
Elincia looked around as if there were spies in the walls before replying.
“Fuck off, Robert Clarke.” The woman whispered, rolling her eyes. “And thank you for helping me with the kids. You navigated the situation pretty well.” She added in an almost shy tone.
“Didn’t I say I was a teaching focused Scholar?” I replied with a smug voice.
“Yeah, I remember hearing an excuse like that for your lack of level.” Elincia grinned. “Now, show me the goods, I have a sick kid waiting for a potion.”
I brought my backpack I had left forgotten in the corner and started lining the bundles of herbs and roots over Elincia’s working desk.
“When you told me you had a sick kid I thought you meant your son or daughter.” I pointed out.
“Yeah, no. I already have enough kids around.” Elincia laughed as her eyes greedily pried over my alchemical loot.
I wondered if one of her skills allowed her to measure the herb’s magic concentration. Something like [Identify] but for Alchemists.
“Not to mention I’d need a man for that. A good one for that matter.” Elincia added.
“You don't have an army of volunteers lining up at the orphanage’s doors?” I jokingly asked. With her looks, she could have a fan club following her everywhere back on Earth.
Suddenly, Elincia forgot about the ingredients and locked her eyes with mine.
“Oh? Mister Scholar is interested in my relationship status now?” She gave me the biggest shit-eating grin I had seen in my life. And that was a lot to say considering Elincia’s mischievous personality.
“Dream on.” I quickly replied. Elincia’s big mouth made it difficult to feel bad for her.
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So its been a hell of a decade for me yall... I got out of the army in early 2013 fresh after a combat mission to afganistan where i sustained a head injury and a lifetime worth of trauma and ptsd.. during the last deployment i was engaged to my stbx and ended up breaking the engagement off while i was there because i honestly didnt know if I was going to make it back alive after a freind died from an ied blast, it was easier for me to dedicate myself to rage and getting revenge... I got back stateside and we got back together and went on to eventually gettting engaged again. Of course with a much bigger ring and all the crow i could ever want to eat. I also had a raging addiction to pain pills and anxiety meds for a few years post exiting millitary.. so there was that .. def not easy to put up with from her side.. about 6 years ago i got clean (totally straight edge) changed my life, no more pills, no more alcohol, got 2 degrees and a good job, got into stellar shape. I did everything in my power to make this woman happy and make up for all of my royal fuck ups. It was my mission to make good on all the empty promises and let downs. I am proud to say that i did however im afraid it may have already been to late..I went to war with my former self and walked through all of my pain and struggle for this woman and i love her for that because i needed thatduring that phase of my life. We ended up getting married 2 years ago now 2021. Honestly looking back it was a band aid type marriage as we had a rough go for many years despite having everything we needed and damn near everything we wanted. Money dosent buy happiness however.
So, 3-4 months ago we found out she was pregnant.. I was over joyed even though we really hadnt been getting along because, well, hope.. she took the news hard and it really left me confused still does. She was excited in some ways but with all the hormones, and having already accepted kids were not in the cards for heus, because of fertility issues (hers) which i was able to accept and move on from but i know she was completely overwhelmed.. She has treated me like total shit since, low key angry with me because i got her pregnant. I absorb her abuse and coldness and try to do the next right thing mostly because she had done this for me during my time of struggle.
On april 21st i found out my younger brother 32 died in my mothers house of an accidental fentanyl overdose and she found him... this killed me guys, to my stbx credit she was there for me and my family all the way. However upon returning home after a week up north for the funeral it went right back to the same old shit cycle where i just kind of eat it for my sake do what she says and then move on.this actually used to work but it seems as if theres just no more happiness to be had.
today i fucking had enough.. after listening to her kick things around and talk to herself out loud so i could hear, as she tried to paint the nursery which is a room we use as storage and is admittedly a little cluttered in there I kind of threatened divorce. I was hoping when i mentioned divorce she would snap to. That was dumb af, and it went the other way she asked me please. At this i lost my shit.. I feel so insignificant and i feel as if everything i put into this relationship was for nothing. I do and do and do expecting nothing in return which is the humble thing to do but it shouldnt be like that in a relationship. I could do house hold chores for 12 hours and she will come home and see that sock on the floor or dish in the sink and all of the sudden its a reason to not be grateful or show any appreciation whatsoever. I feel like i am being taken advantage of as i pay 80% of the bills and have done 95% of the work that went into making our house a beautiful home. I was optimisitc and hoping this was a phase but it is just capitulating everyday and i am startng to fall into a serious depression and i am realizing that divorce is most likely the only option.

No matter how paranoid or conspiracy-minded you are, what the government is actually doing is worse than you imagine. -William Blum
At some point roughly midway through the 20th century, the owners of Western Civilization sat down with a bunch of eggheads for a brainstorming session about the future and what to do about it. Who was there? I have no idea, but I’ll make a few guesses: Aldous Huxley was probably there, Marshall McLuHan maybe, I can see Ayn Rand being there, possibly even Buckminster Fuller… who knows who else? Arthur C. Clarke and maybe Jiddu Krishnamurti for all I know.
Anyway, all these big thinkers, visionaries, proto-thought leaders sat down with a bunch of rich industrialists and finance people, a pack of lawyers, little green men from the pentagon, the Dulles Brothers and other assorted demons from the depths of the pit of hell and decided that the future was more than likely either going to be communism or fascism.
In order to retain their relative power and privilege over the rest of the herd in a world of dwindling resources, (and to pay less in the way of taxes) they elected to make sure that things should swing toward fascism. In order to accomplish this they had to simplify things, simplify people, simplify the public mind by covertly transform a monotheistic culture (with monotheistic values) into a polytheistic culture (with polytheistic values) in order to lay the basic groundwork for fascism (thanks, Aldous).
So they hatched a fiendish, multi pronged attack plan targeting the public mind and then the public coffers. And then they went back to their offices and homes and got on their phones with their respective media, economic, and financial empires and began implementing their plan…
I don’t think that popular music and movies of the counter culture were created whole cloth by a conspiracy, there was a healthy and natural backlash going on in society, but I do think that the owners of the means of popular media production more or less took advantage of that and curated the content they believed would serve their purposes best - maybe adding little suggestions here and there.
The primary difference between monotheism and polytheism ultimately comes down to how people use their brains and interface with reality. In polytheism, the gods are passions - and passions are moods. Moods color our realities and can transform our entire worlds (imagine what it’s like being in love vs being enraged). Polytheists are ruled by their moods. Compare this with monotheism which (purports) to focus on truth, derived from “The One” mentioned by ancient philosophers and mystics which they “discovered” based on dealing with reality using personal experience, intuition and reason. Monotheists are invited to share in their discovery through “faith” (just take our word for it).
In addition, monotheists are burdened by the concept of hypocrisy. Polytheists are subject to the whims of the gods, so their actions, thoughts and feelings don’t need to be consistent - if you are caught up with one god and then suddenly get caught up by another god that is just the way life works - whims of the gods. Monotheism demands a certain consistency of character from its adherents to reflect the nature of their metaphysical construction.
To the monotheist, there is only one world, because there is only one God, but to the polytheist there are many worlds because there are many gods. Many worlds which can be bound together using coercion and propaganda, as illustrated by the symbol for fascism, the fasces. Contrast this with communism, where the state takes the place of the monotheistic God which exercises its omnipotent benediction through the distribution of economic resources from a centralized source.
I think it's likely things like the Satanic Panic were actually sensitive monotheistic minded people unconsciously picking up on polytheistic perspectives being distributed through popular culture, but they just didn't quite have the sophistication to see what was really happening and express it. Pains me to say it.

My father passed this year and about a month later i found out about a life insurance policy that he had through an employer. The policy names my mother as the sole beneficiary. Short aside: (It’s a long story but my mom has been shitty for many years now and before my dad passed i had to pay for a nursing home and his funeral, totaling around $11k. Also bought mom a car for $7k.)
I had and still have POA for healthcare and financial for my mom. I have a previous post including screenshots of said POA (financial).
i had planned to try to get the beneficiary check sent to me and deposit it into an account in my mom’s name using the POA and then pay myself back out of the account.
But, i just found out my mom got a letter about the policy and with enough time she will get in touch w the insurance company and see that it was sent to me.
I already spoke to a lawyer in my state who said it should be fine for me to take the check, open an account in her name, and deposit it. I just wanted to double check here. She is in the early stages of dementia so i doubt she will do anything except get upset but i just wanted to see what others though and if there could be any ramifications. It’s only $9k so it could help me out a lot but obviously not worth dealing with if there could be issues later on.

No matter how paranoid or conspiracy-minded you are, what the government is actually doing is worse than you imagine. -William Blum
At some point roughly midway through the 20th century, the owners of Western Civilization sat down with a bunch of eggheads for a brainstorming session about the future and what to do about it. Who was there? I have no idea, but I’ll make a few guesses: Aldous Huxley was probably there, Marshall McLuHan maybe, I can see Ayn Rand being there, possibly even Buckminster Fuller… who knows who else? Arthur C. Clarke and maybe Jiddu Krishnamurti for all I know.
Anyway, all these big thinkers, visionaries, proto-thought leaders sat down with a bunch of rich industrialists and finance people, a pack of lawyers, little green men from the pentagon, the Dulles Brothers and other assorted demons from the depths of the pit of hell and decided that the future was more than likely either going to be communism or fascism.
In order to retain their relative power and privilege over the rest of the herd in a world of dwindling resources, (and to pay less in the way of taxes) they elected to make sure that things should swing toward fascism. In order to accomplish this they had to simplify things, simplify people, simplify the public mind by covertly transform a monotheistic culture (with monotheistic values) into a polytheistic culture (with polytheistic values) in order to lay the basic groundwork for fascism (thanks, Aldous).
So they hatched a fiendish, multi pronged attack plan targeting the public mind and then the public coffers. And then they went back to their offices and homes and got on their phones with their respective media, economic, and financial empires and began implementing their plan…
I don’t think that popular music and movies of the counter culture were created whole cloth by a conspiracy, there was a healthy and natural backlash going on in society, but I do think that the owners of the means of popular media production more or less took advantage of that and curated the content they believed would serve their purposes best - maybe adding little suggestions here and there.
The primary difference between monotheism and polytheism ultimately comes down to how people use their brains and interface with reality. In polytheism, the gods are passions - and passions are moods. Moods color our realities and can transform our entire worlds (imagine what it’s like being in love vs being enraged). Polytheists are ruled by their moods. Compare this with monotheism which (purports) to focus on truth, derived from “The One” mentioned by ancient philosophers and mystics which they “discovered” based on dealing with reality using personal experience, intuition and reason. Monotheists are invited to share in their discovery through “faith” (just take our word for it).
In addition, monotheists are burdened by the concept of hypocrisy. Polytheists are subject to the whims of the gods, so their actions, thoughts and feelings don’t need to be consistent - if you are caught up with one god and then suddenly get caught up by another god that is just the way life works - whims of the gods. Monotheism demands a certain consistency of character from its adherents to reflect the nature of their metaphysical construction.
To the monotheist, there is only one world, because there is only one God, but to the polytheist there are many worlds because there are many gods. Many worlds which can be bound together using coercion and propaganda, as illustrated by the symbol for fascism, the fasces. Contrast this with communism, where the state takes the place of the monotheistic God which exercises its omnipotent benediction through the distribution of economic resources from a centralized source.
I think it's likely things like the Satanic Panic were actually sensitive monotheistic minded people unconsciously picking up on polytheistic perspectives being distributed through popular culture, but they just didn't quite have the sophistication to see what was really happening and express it. Pains me to say it.

I had my service cut off because I was late and a month behind, but I eventually had enough money to cover the entire amount, so I did. After paying, I had to wait a day for it to process before calling customer service because it wasn't working and I desperately needed internet as I had been living without it for a few days and had stuff on eBay, etc.
However, I spoke with a customer care representative, and they inquired about my usage in an effort to determine what would be best for me. I know they don't know, but I do know what I need and what I don't. I was already ready to rock; I just needed my service restored and the block or restriction on my address removed from their system.
I ended up with a new modem that is the same-ass one I already had, and I also managed to get landline service, except i don't have a telephone to hook up to it, I don't even know why I needed a home phone. I also got cable TV, which I'll never use, even though they were telling me about all these specials. I responded, "I don't need anything else; I'm OK with only internet; 1 Gbps speed upgrade is cool. But other than that, I already have a problem paying my expenses." I was expecting internet to cost around $70-$80 per month, not $140+ wtf?! Do they get paid a commission percentage on sales? And why on earth did I have to speak with sales? I had enough problems as they were.
I was successful in evading the temporary free mobile line, but that would've been the only product that would have genuinely been free to begin with. Why is it that old-school cable companies are notorious for running up people's bills? T-Mobile is like the only company in a long time that I've actually had a good experience with, but their fiber isn't available here, and their home wifi is capped at 50 GB.
I'll get over it, and hopefully get it solved soon, and atleast before having to pay more than once or twice @ like $120/mo.
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Much-Love—Peace-Out—&—Thank-You for reading my post!

There is so much I want to say to you. I love you and I miss you more than anything. Even after everything you put me through. I sit at home with our 4 month old daughter while you’re out on the streets with your new girlfriend. Your mom still texts me everyday to ask how our baby girl is doing and if I need anything. I really wanted to be with you. I lost myself trying to heal you. But, I still lost you. I’m waiting for the day I get the call that you’re no longer with us. I’m waiting to walk up to your casket, crying. I have so much I need to tell you before you pass. You broke me but I am building myself slowly. I changed myself completely since we’ve been together. I don’t want to be the same girl you lied to, manipulated, raped, hit on or yelled at. I loved you and you loved me at one point too. Until the drugs took over who you are now. Even if we never talk again or see each other again, i’d like to see you happy and clean. After seeing you overdose, it has really messed with me. I lost a lot of respect and feel so sad for you now. Especially knowing you did it on purpose so i’d see you like that. You traumatized me. But, i’m still not broken completely. This new guy i’m with loves me to pieces but i still find myself thinking about you. I still find myself getting sad over thinking about you or what you’re up to. I still ask your mom how you’ve been. Shit happened and changed so fast. You always felt like i’d be right there and right back with you. In the end it feels like it was my loss when it was really yours. You lost me and you lost the chance of ever seeing your daughter again. That little girl loved you too and she loved seeing you. I’m so stressed and it’s not fair. I’m 16, taking care of our 4 month old by myself. Working my ass off and completed school. You dropped out, living in a trap house and you’re on drugs. You have not a care in the world. I really really tried being with you. I wanted to marry you, dude. But i left the man i loved for the man i deserved. He brings me flowers and surprises me with coffee and my favorite food/drinks and he helps me out without even asking. He does it without having done something wrong. The only time you ever bought me anything was when you relapsed or cheated on me. I really loved your family too. They still love me and your sister still comes to hangout. But it’s just sad to me. You’ll never straighten up and we will never be “us” again. A year and a half of my life wasted on somebody who didn’t really want me. I wish I was your side chick because I wouldn’t have had to deal with all of you shit. i wish i would’ve left you sooner or when you went to jail. I was so stupid but i still stupidly miss you so fuckin much. You were my best friend and you knew everything about me. It fucking sucks. I truly wish you the best on your journey going forward and i hope that i don’t have to attend your funeral. You just turned 18, you have sm more life ahead of you. I love you and I care about you so much. I hope things get better and i’ll keep thuggin it out. hopefully we talk again.

Leonard Aaronson was the last person who occupied the role of Mormon Church historian who was not an LDS general authority. D. Michael Quinn was Aronson's assistant, and the excommunicated homosexual who later wrote 'The Church Hierarchy: Origins of Power." It was B.K. Packer who approved Aaronson's dismissal and Quinn's excommunication. Packer had disfavored Aaronson's goal of making all Mormon history, good and bad, available to the rank-and-file membership. Packer wanted only faith-promoting history to be taught and publicized by the Mormon Church. Misrepresenting fraudulent, but true, church history through lies was okay with Packer. This led to the expression, "lying for the Mormon lord." Dr. Ken Clark, who spent 27 years in the Mormon CES before resigning from Mormonism, has produced a series of lectures about the Mormon practice of lying for the lord. Ken Clark, Former Mormon Educator Home Page (mormonthink.com)

Hey all! I'm a goth trying to find a job. Are there any funeral homes around town that you'd recommend working at? I have a Communications degree, and experience handling funeral planning. Thanks!

Hi everyone.
So as my partner and I are getting older and more serious, we're having more discussions regarding the level of observance we'd like to practice if we have a family. My partner grew up MO, I grew up reform. I've become more religious in recent years, and after growing up in such a secular area without any jews, the idea of belonging to a tight knit community with lots of holidays and things to look forward to is appealing to me. I really love shabbat dinners, especially hosting them, and I attend like two jewish learning classes on zoom each week.
We don't, however, keep kosher. We don't eat pork but that's about it. Our current area doesn't have any kosher restaurants and it would be challenging for us to keep a kosher kitchen (though I'm sure we could do it with a bit more effort). Anyways, one area of the country we've considered living in has a small MO community, an eruv, and even an orthodox day school. We love the city but there are no kosher restaurants. I wonder, if we sent our kid to a school like that, but then ate out at regular restaurants, would our kids be judged harshly for this? We would still keep a kosher home so we could have people over, but idk. Would we be judged harshly and struggle to fit in? Honestly I'm not a huge fan of reform congregations...personal reasons. But maybe that would be our best option if we still want to feel jewish and live in that area.
Thanks

1. Never use the word “Mormon” in describing anything Mormon. Doing so is a win for Satan.
   
2. Drink no coffee, tea or alcohol.
   
3. Eat meat sparingly. (Actually, scratch that. It’s in the Word of Wisdom, but no one pays attention to it anyway, so bring on the burgers. You’re going to need to keep your strength up for keeping all the other rules.)
   
4. Eat a lot of vegetables and fruits in their season. And, yes, funeral potatoes totally count as a vegetable.
   
5. Go to church every Sunday, even when you’re on vacation. God gives you extra credit for this.
   
6. Accept any callings offered by the bishop. (But see also No. 40.)
   
7. Attend the temple once a month at the very least. Always keep a valid temple recommend.
   
8. Do your monthly visiting teaching/home teaching. Er, ministering.
   
9. Send out a homemade holiday gift and card/letter to neighbors.
   
10. Never use a curse word. If you need a library of faux swear options, watch “Napoleon Dynamite” multiple times and absorb its vocabulary.
    
11. Do family history work (genealogy) for your ancestors.
    
12. Show up for moving other people in and out of your ward. Lift with your legs! And keep plenty of ibuprofen on hand.
    
13. Sign up to bring meals to the sick or otherwise needy. These must be home-cooked. No KFC allowed!
    
14. Feed the missionaries — hefty portions. You don’t want emaciated elders or sisters around.
    
15. Volunteer to clean the church/temple when the sign-up sheet goes around. Remember to wear clothes you can get dirty in. You’re keeping the church clean, not yourself.
    
16. Attend ward activities like the Christmas party, the summer swim party, back-to-school parties, etc.
    
17. Hold a weekly Family Home Evening with your children. No crying allowed, from either parents or children!
    
18. Teach your children to do chores happily. (Good luck with this.)
    
19. Be grateful, even for your trials. Trials are really blessings in disguise. Also, they make great fodder for tearful testimonies in the future.
    
20. Keep a year’s supply of food in your basement, even if you never eat any of it. The family with the most wheat wins.
    
21. Do regular disaster planning with your kids, from fire drills to flood plans. You can never be too prepared for the end of days.
    
22. Know how to make important knots with rope. No one knows why this matters, but it does.
    
23. Learn how to build a fire without a match.
    
24. Know the stories of your pioneer ancestors, if you have them, to tell your children on Pioneer Day. (Don’t worry about the gruesome details — kids will love them!)
    
25. Invite nonmembers to attend church meetings and activities. Repeatedly.
    
26. Read the Sunday school and auxiliary lesson each week, so you can participate in lessons. But don’t monopolize the teacher, even if you’re the only one who prepared.
    
27. Figure out how to use beans in fudge making and wheat in chili-making.
    
28. Help with local fundraising activities for the youths, like allowing them to put a flag in your yard even if they break your sprinkler system.
    
29. God expects you to be happy.
    
30. Play “wholesome” games as a family. (Yes, Monopoly counts. The prophet Ezra Taft Benson taught that capitalism is holy, so it’s best to start ’em young.)
    
31. Donate to Sub for Santa or other Christmas charities as a ward/stake.
    
32. But don’t tell the children that Santa isn’t real.
    
33. Sing in the ward choir, even if you don’t sing well, because you can make a “joyful sound.”
    
34. Do NOT NOT NOT have sex before marriage — no making out, either. In fact, just try not to think about sex at all.
    
35. Root for BYU against the University of Utah — “bleed blue.”
    
36. Get your daughters to babysit for poor ward members for free.
    
37. Go on weekly dates with your spouse.
    
38. Don’t steal from the ward’s library or lost and found. (Return your crayons and chalk, dammit!)
    
39. Repent whenever you accidentally use a swear word, as I just did in violation of Rule No. 38.
    
40. Friends don’t let friends get called into the nursery.
    
41. Toddlers get only Cheerios in sacrament meeting. (No Capn’ Crunch or you’ll make the other toddlers jealous.)
    
42. Submit Primary children’s drawings as art for the ward bulletin, even if you can’t tell what it is.
    
43. Eat “better than sex” chocolate cake.
    
44. Drink sparkle punch.
    
45. Participate in Eagle Scout projects no matter how stupid you think they are.
    
46. Have a favorite church hymn — preferably the same as one of the prophet’s.
    
47. Watch out for Gadianton robbers. Also, MLM schemes.
    
48. Know how to cook a marshmallow properly to make s’mores. They’re practically a Mormon invention.
    
49. Be able to make seven kinds of Jell-O salad, at least one with carrots.
    
50. Save seats in a theateamusement park where it’s not allowed, but do it politely.
    
51. Make sure you know how to make funeral potatoes. (Hint: with cornflakes!)
    
52. Drink root beer or milk if you are ever forced to be in a bar.
    
53. Turn regularly to sugar, in huge quantities, as your only vice.
    
54. Keep all church buildings at refrigerator temperatures year-round because men are in full suits and ties.
    
55. Drive to church no matter how close you live.
    
56. Go on a mission the moment you hit the requisite birthday.
    
57. Don’t go to the grocery store on the Sabbath. If you absolutely must, though, do it in another town so no one from your ward sees you.
    

Women 58. Do feminine crafts like knitting, crocheting and quilting.

1. Learn how to bake bread, cook meals cheaply, and can foods. Bonus points if you grow the foods in your own garden.
   
2. Wear makeup, because even an old barn looks good with a little paint on it.
   
3. Do not nurse at church except in the mother’s lounge in the women’s bathroom, which will also be where children’s dirty diapers are changed and disposed of. But modesty!
   
4. Attend monthly Relief Society meetings.
   
5. Decorate your house with Relief Society kitsch.
   
6. No porn shoulders.
   
7. Don’t slam your purse or talk in a shrill tone.
   
8. Be able to sew pioneer bonnets, dresses, aprons, etc., in bulk at a day’s notice.
   
9. Don’t chew gum in church (according to my mother — it’s not ladylike).
   
10. You can have up to one ear piercing per God’s instructions. Getting double-pierced ears is beyond the pale, so don’t push it.
    

Men 69. Sacrament must be administered and passed by young men in white shirts, only using their right hands. The patterns may vary from ward to ward, but are secret and only for men to know.

1. Do not shed tears in any scenario ever, except during testimony meeting, when it is 100% acceptable for you to cry.
   
2. Don’t abuse your children or your wife — except with dad jokes, which you may pile on freely.
   
3. Do play church ball hard enough to get injured or injure someone else. Unless someone winds up in the hospital, the Spirit hasn’t spoken strongly enough.
   
4. Facial hair was fine for Jesus but not for you. The clean-cut look is definitely the Mormon, er, Latter-day Saint look. Oh, and man buns are flat out.
   

Hi all.
I had a super toxic relationship with zero boundaries for years. During the pandemic, it ended, and I went to therapy. I did a lot of work and I am in a much healthier relationship now.
A big part of the getting over was the no contact part. Block, delete. I even deleted the socials temporarily to drop the habits. It worked!
Except… a year into my relationship he created a new Instagram. Saw the view on a story and blocked him. Then, he showed up at my house. My bf wasn’t there but long story short he confessed he had all of these feelings and was ready and done treating me as badly as he did. I told my bf he came around and he said I should have gotten a restraining order. In hindsight, I agree, but he was also not in the best frame of mind and he is impulsive. He also moved so I figured it would all be ok.
Well, last night I got a text from a friend informing me his best friend passed. The best friend is a childhood friend of mine, but me and my ex used to talk about him. The last time we spoke he said “I know he’s going to die within the next few years.” And he did. And I’m just thinking a lot about this ex and I’m worried that with him coming into town for the funeral I want to be prepared.
First, bf won’t be leaving my side until further notice, but another thing… should I tell bf about my concern of this guy showing up at my door? I feel like I’m being a bit crazy, but this ex is irrational and I’m home and he came here within the last year unprovoked and probably not the most mentally well.
Sorry if this seems weird, my brain is jumbled right now.