Is amanda perez married

All I ever wanted was to be married and to have someone care for me the same way I care for them, but it's impossible. Every single relationship I've been in has ended within 6 months because they cheat on me with someone else while telling me that they'll be with me forever.. I don't understand how everyone around me can find someone, hell even multiple someones in the same year and they just stick together but I'm just used and tossed aside. Nobody wants to be with me. I'm not even ugly or an ass. I'm just different.. I'm taking care of my goddaughter and sacrificed a huge amount of my life raising her. Honestly she's the only reason I'm still here. But I don't want to exist anymore and play this endless game of heartbreak. I feel like there isn't one person out there for me.. Everyone tells me I need to work on myself and love myself. I do. I do nothing but work on myself and love myself and love others. My heart bleeds to have some of that love be given by and to someone else. It's not a linear thing like everyone likes to believe. I could be the perfect version of myself, try anything, and still nothing. Not even a consideration. The thing is I do love myself I believe I'm a good person who is willing to do anything for those he cares about. I accept myself flaws and all. Nobody's perfect. I just feel immense dread that I'll be alone forever. I'm told I just need to wait and someone will come to me. But that hasn't rang true for 4 years. And when I search for someone. Nobody wants me. Sorry for the long post. Tldr: dude is tired of being alone and is afraid of being alone forever.

I (28F) have been seeing my partner (27M) for 2 years ish minus a 3 month breakup period. I have been questioning my attraction to him throughout our relationship but have always complimented him. Sometimes they were honest compliments, and sometimes I questioned the honesty of what I was saying. He has expressed many times that he owes a lot of his confidence to me and praises me often for being supportive . This adds to my uncertainty and guilt. For context, I only recently started therapy for OCD.
The first point of conflict for me is his health, including his weight. I value health and fitness and want a partner who also shares this lifestyle which I know he does. When I met him he had already started gaining weight because the gyms had closed due to the pandemic. I think it is worth mentioning that he has an eating disorder and his all or nothing mentality with fitness triggered him to start eating poorly as well during this time. I figured it did not matter because it’s normal for us to fluctuate in our health throughout our lives and we cannot be perfect. Also, he was talking of getting back into shape and eating properly. 2 years later and he is doing exactly what he said he would. I’m proud of his determination and progress but I sometimes think I would not stay with him if he did not get back in shape. I remedy this uncertainty by comparing the current him to old pictures of him, when he was fit. It would hurt me deeply if he thought like this about me, and it hurts me to think this way about him 😞
The second point is his thinning hair. I don’t think I have an issue with him going bald but he currently styles his hair with a subtle comb over and I’m ashamed to say it gives me the Ick. I have tried to gently suggest a new hairstyle, one that doesn’t hide his hair loss but understandably he is struggling with his confidence and this is a major insecurity for him. I will even get frustrated with him when his hair falls out of place because it sends me spiralling, questioning his physical attractiveness. My thought process is why can’t he try to make himself more attractive to me so I can avoid these thoughts all together. Of course these are self centred and narcissistic thoughts which worries me.
We are moving towards marriage but I feel he deserves someone who would marry him in any physical state and not focus so much on his potential. I think the breakup was largely related to my anxieties and during that period I reflected a lot and missed him and all of his qualities. I even started noticing people with his features and found them attractive. I’m so lost and so uncertain. I just don’t know if my current thoughts are rational or not. Either way there is loss. If they are related to my OCD, I don’t know how to overcome it. If they are not then I feel that makes me a superficial and bad person, especially for stringing him along.

Hello all, so this is about to be loaded but me and my boyfriend (22F) & (23M) have been together for about a year and a half. Me and my boyfriend haven’t had any issues between me and him, only his mother. At the beginning me and her got along very well, she was very sweet and supportive of me and it helped a lot because i’m in college 800 miles away from home and don’t have many friends where I’m at.
She is a single divorced woman who doesn’t have much friends and cut off most of her family. The only person she has is my boyfriend. Anyways, so they have a pretty traumatic past, her ex husband is my bfs father and he is an abusive alcoholic who stalked and severely abused my bf and his mother to the point where they fled their town to another to get away from him. My BF is in therapy and genuinely handles his past well. His mother… does not.. She is a very resentful angry person sometimes and can be supportive and sweet but flips the dime literally at a moment notice. She can be incredibly psychotic. She recently got into therapy because of a ultimatum my bf gave her because she started calling him having a breakdown pretty much telling him she was gonna **** herself and just going crazy. I told my bf i was gonna lay a boundary because she is starting to destroy me mentally. He agreed and told her what our boundaries were she agreed but has given me the cold shoulder and out of nowhere acts passive aggressive. I try to ignore it but she unfortunately pays a chunk of our rent and knows what to say to get under my bfs skin.
I’m in school and dealing with her drama is starting to wear on me and I can’t take it anymore. I’m thinking of leaving my lease and my boyfriend because I get anxious at the thought of marrying into his family. He is the sweetest, most loving and respectful guy I have ever been with and the thought of us not being able to be together.. destroys me. But with us both being in college and the hold she has over him, I can’t do it anymore. My parents love him and hate what we’re going through and my mom said i’ll be searching for someone like him for the rest of my life.. which i agree. i love him so much but i see no future with him anymore because she’ll come with it. thoughts?

Despite being an hostile and unforgiving world, the Rimworld can still see love blossom. But sometimes, being single is far better.
As for Katie, she had a bit of experience in that regard.
She was stranded on the planet along two other men, their transport ship had been struck my asteroids and the escape pods landed in a jungle. Fighting the mosquitoes and other diseases was hard, but they kept on living.
As time passed by, Katie fell in love Todd, whose nickname was Dweeb. Living on this hostile planet wasn't as bad as they all initially thought. They managed to create a decent base where they could live a decent life, it was comfortable enough for Katie and Dweeb that they got married and had a child together : Newton. Katie was slightly annoyed by her husband's proposition, but she conceded with a chuckle.
"You're such a Dweeb." she joked to her husband who laughed with her.
Life was good and the colony grew, and the struggles of the beginning were slowly fading away. No one was starving anymore, no one was sleeping on the floor, nor would they contract infections.
Unfortunately, a group of raiders had set their eyes on the colony's wealth and launched an assault. All able bodies were drafted to defend the colony, their home. By sheer bad luck, Todd caught a bullet in the head, destroying a good chunk of his face. He fell back, his body automatically spasming out, his legs kicking the dirt. Sadly, he quickly bled out before the medic could reach him.
After hours of combat, the colony survived, with one member gone. Katie was devastated for a few days. She was often seen sulking or eating alone in her now empty bedroom. Her grief disappeared when another colonist approached her, he listened to her and lent his shoulder for her to cry. His name was Kyphis, a traveling bard who decided to stay with the colony. His smile was infectious and soon, Katie began smiling again, even laughing at Kyphis' jokes.
Weeks passed by and the wounds closed in Katie's heart, enough to start dating Kyphis and become his fiancee. And yet, before the man could propose, an alarm rang throughout the camp. All able bodies were to man the defenses. Another raid from an hostile faction.
This time, the attackers had separated in two groups, one drawing the attention while the other was flanking the defenders. Newton was playing in the colony's playground where the raiders were coming through. The 5-year-old couldn't really flee, Kyphis knew it and ran to rescue the boy. Newton may not have been his own son, but he was still someone dear to his wife. He carried him to safety, but not without catching a few bullets in his leg and back. With a wincing face, the man limped towards the medical center, leaving behind trails of blood. And yet, as if fate had other plans for the caution man, Katie's fiancee died in front of the hospital, being ambushed by a sneaking raider.
The attack was repelled, but one colonist had lost his life. The woman was yet again devastated, her stomach was churning and she couldn't help but spent hours crying at the grave of her passed lovers.
Despite her sorrow, she wanted to feel better and decided to talk with more people, trying to forget her sadness. And a few weeks later, Katie was dating Theodore, but for reasons unknown to her, the man broke up with her. The man had heard of her previous lovers and he was superstitious enough to completely stop seeing her. She was obviously upset by the sudden turn of event, but maybe it was for the better? An hour later, as if a malevolent god was watching, Newton was savaged by a cobra. The child was exploring the jungle after sneaking out of his mother's sight.
The pain, the guilt, the sorrow, the despair, all rushed out. She screamed out of all these emotions before her mind going blank.
Katie went catatonic, not moving for months. Her mind and body couldn't take it anymore.
At least Randy was having a blast, torturing this poor gal

I was at a family gathering and all the aunts and uncles were discussing their childhoods and it made me think of how family dynamics, relationships, values, teachings, etc have changed. One thing that struck me was my cousins and I are a lot less afraid of our parents than they were/are but I found my aunts' stories a lot more interesting. My family is relatively less conservative compared to most others I know and almost all my aunts are highly educated and have their own careers but they were all pressurized to get married as well and they also do most of the childcare too, like even if their husbands have very similar jobs and responsibilities they do most of the domestic stuff and childcare but on the other hand I'm always told that job and career is most important and the only people to bring up marriage around me are my grandma and father and they only do it cause they know I find it very annoying (yes their sense of humor is atrociously bad ). It varies from family to family as well because my mom's family is revoltingly sexist, like they did not allow my mom to work and by the time she got a job offer after marriage she was pregnant so she kinda gave up on that, they don't allow mom's sister to work either like she had a perfectly ok job and they made her quit and convinced her to get arranged marriage, they did AM for mom's brother and they rejected so many girls because they worked or were well educated and they're very proud they managed to find a non-working DIL . its very weird and I totally avoid them. so I kind of wanted to know yall's thoughts on this as well.

26F and 25M going through a bad phase
What would be an ideal solution to this problem? I'm 26 female and have been with my Highschool sweetheart for more than 10 years now. 7 years back I was diagnosed with clinical depression and severe anxiety disorder, life has been very difficult after that. I have been on medication and therapy since then. My boyfriend is 25 and we have been in a long distance relationship. We both wished to get married before 2026 and everything seemed fine. Lately, I made the decision that I wish to stay in State A because I enjoy the climate here and property prices aren't that high and I would be able to own an independent home with a small garden area. I'm an introvert. He is an extrovert, he said that there is no way he is ever coming to State A and would prefer to end the relationship, and move on with someone else (even if it is an arranged marriage by his parents). I told him that he will have good career opportunities in this part of the country as well but he blatantly said 'no'. I discussed this with my mother, she said that if he is not ready to understand why having an open spaced home is necessary for you instead of living in apartments/flats then he is not the right person for you. He said that I will build a similar home for you but give me 10 or 15 years, but I already have the option of a home.Why should I waste these many years cramped? I know I can't expect him to move here but how can he expect me to move to different cities in a few years. I tried explaining why this arrangement is beneficial for my mental health and this will provide me with an order which I crave. I attempted suicide last week, things were horrible. I sat down with my parents and therapist, came up with the plan to have my own space which I would be in complete control of. The thought of it brings peace to me. I thought he would understand but he is trying his best to end things and not even giving it a thought.
TL;DR - He will not move to where I'm planning on living for the next few years. And I can't imagine constant change would be beneficial for my mental health. Geography is overpowering our love.

Female 37 and male 38, married for 15 years secretly texting ex bf
I have a friend that has been married for 18 years (let’s call her “Y”) to (let’s call him “G”). So a few months ago he started acting strange and being more secretive with his phone. Now what he doesn’t know is that she can see the cellphone bill call and text on the phone statement. And for the last 2 or 3 months she has been noticing a lot more exchange between them( let’s call her”E”) At first she didn’t think much of it since his cousin (let’s call him “M”) has two kids with her and M didn’t have a phone to communicate with.
Recently she found out they E & M are not together anymore. So one day G left his phone when he went into shower and Y had seen in a video that there is a spot on iPhone that you can retrieve deleted text and she saw the old one asking about M but those where from months ago and she thought nothing of it. Weeks went by and she keeped seeing her number come by on the bill with many calls and text between them. So on another occasion G left his phone there again and Y checked it again because she didn’t understand why he keeps erasing all the text and calls from his phone if it’s suppose to be in communication about M, this time I think he might have seen the video or looked it up but he erased them from the deleted file on iPhone. So Y decided to log him on the iPad so all the text are backed up in there. So when Y did this the old one that he had completely deleted from his phone where gone completely and she was only able to see the ones from right now and moving forward.
A little context of Y and E relationship, they had known each other since elementary and grew up in the same neighborhood. They had gone out and partied together and Y knew how E was. They where close for awhile and Y even considered that E might be their daughter’s godmother. Unfortunately 11 years ago they had a fall out because when Y had gone to Mexico for a few months she had been getting notes from her sister and mother in law that E had been around her house at all kinds of hours. When Y came back she confronted G and E about this and they both got very defensive about this and try to say she was crazy and non of the rumors where true. Y gave them the benefit of the doubt and just cut ties with her and told him that if he really wanted to work on this marriage he would cut ties with her too and they did. Then E got pregnant by M and they where on and if for a few years and have 2 kids together.
Y decided instead of letting things just simmer confront G that if he does not cut ties with E completely that it’s over because if it was Y and M doing what they are doing E and G would not like it. The crazy thing is that I think M has no idea what is going on because G would make it impossible for Y to communicate with him.

Hello I’m a (24f) and looking for advice I’m (not pregnant yet) so I’m not sure if I’m in the right thread but hopefully I am. If I am not please just let me know I will immediately delete this post. I figured I am since I’m sure everyone has done pregnancy announcements. Alright so If Aunt Flo shows up this month I will be starting ivf in a few weeks which then hopefully within the next two cycles I will be officially pregnant. The reason my title is torn between two is that 2021 I was pregnant but it turned out to be a chemical. When I announced everyone was happy for me expect my older sister who is 10yrs older than me and I thought we were close. when I told her she was like ok….. and her daughter my niece wasn’t happy for me either (she’s 14 so ofc she will follow her moms mood) once I came out and told my family it turned out to be a chemical, my sister then was happy and called me and said when you announced I was jealous and made a spell (she practices dark magic) she continued to say it wasn’t fair that I would be able to keep my pregnancy and she wasn’t I was confused and she continued to say she she also was pregnant during that time but the day I announced she was on her way to get an abortion. she was pregnant by a married man and she just had cosmetic surgery (bbl) and didn’t want to ruin her body. She continued to say you have to understand where I’m coming from and not be be mad and your niece was mad bc she wanted another sibling not a cousin. I was in complete shock and what was worse when I told my mom she said I was lying. Fast forward to this year and I told my mom we were trying again she said do it another time bc the same sister is trying for a baby too with (another married man) and my mom said since she’s older she deserves to have her next grandchild. Now that’s the back story so here’s my question will I be wrong or the asshole if I hide my pregnancy and my baby? I live 3,000 miles away for the last 5yrs and they have never came to visit so the chances of them ever coming are extremely slim to none. I expressed this to my husband and he doesn’t want to say too much because he is extremely close to his family so in his eyes he sees it as taboo. I will accept any advice I just want to make sure I make the right decision.

This subreddit (can’t thank you all enough) and reading erotica have been the two resources that have by far helped me the most. Since my husband introduced the idea of the lifestyle it’s been great being able to put myself in the mindset of another wife and see how happily married couples navigate sharing with another couple. The only thing is it’s not easy finding well written stories about happily married couples where cheating is not involved. I’d really appreciate any recommendations of books/authors you have. Thanks!

My sister and I are twins. When we were in our last year of high school, I saw a guy sneaking into my sister's room. Once I was paying attention I caught them again and did the standard sibling thing of trading silence for her keeping some other secret.
The summer after high school graduation, she introduces our parents to her "new" boyfriend, James. She was honest about how they met but front-dated the relationship by exactly a year, as in "We met at [event] one month ago" instead of "we met at last year's [event] a year and one month ago." I think one factor was the age difference, she knew 19/23 would be better than 18/22 but there were other reasons too, he didn't want his family to know either.
Anyway, cut to 15 years later, we're all married with kids. We're at my other brother's house for memorial day with our parents + our respective SOs sitting around having drinks. My mom brought up something my other brother had done, he says "oh you didn't know the half of it, blah blah blah." He then deflected to my sister who deflected to me, saying something like "I remember when you and [high school ex] were hooking up in front of everyone." I wasn't mad but was a little defensive because my wife was there so I upped the ante with "oh yeah I should have snuck her in like you did in high school with James."
The energy changed and my parents went "wait what." James looked embarrassed and mumbled some things while my sister looked pissed. It made things awkward for the rest of the night and after she said I was TA for bring something like that up in front of our parents.
I get it but I'm also surprised she hadn't told my parents by now and think it's immature that they hadn't done it.
TBF I do remember it being off-limits at their wedding but that was a decade ago and a bunch of other things were also off-limits because of his very religious family. I didn't realize that one was also off-limits to our parents in private. The reason I haven't mentioned it until now was that it hadn't come up, it's not like I spend a lot of time thinking about their relationship and when they talk about their relationship now they date it from their wedding date and celebrate that anniversary. And at NO point since the wedding has she ever come to me saying by the way this is still top secret even now that we're married with kids.
I'm also shocked it didn't come out because we still live in the same area we grew up in and I'm not the only one who knew at the time, thinking back I think I remember assuming my parents did secretly know but just didn't want to acknowledge it. But again it's not something I think about that much.
I prob shouldn't have said it but my stance is that it's immature of her not to have come clean herself. They have two kids FFS. She is still VERY pissed at me and yelled at me again this morning.

Maybe some of you can relate. Probably over-dramatizing this in my head, but when the same trash keeps repeating it really gets to me. Let me elaborate -
I have a sexual drive that I have to stifle and babysit constantly, which leads to all kinds of bad situations. This concept makes me want to just swing in the jungle like tarzan and yell.
It's not like I walk around daily with my body demanding murder to appease a desire. Yes hatred directed counts as murder in the heart, but it's something that happens in a moment, triggered by something. It's not an innate desire that is dormant. A situation might present itself where one is tempted to tell a small lie, or even do it - but you don't walk around with a constantly dormant desire to do that, do you?
Those kinds of things count as abnormal desires, like compulsive lying etc. Sexual desire is not an abnormal desire, but for me it has to be like that. I did not marry or get engaged at 18, so have fun messing up your brain for years and then carrying an exponential drive alongside it.
So many women I have to play down or ignore, because they don't match the criteria. - What criteria? That they are unbelievers? How do I know their heart, that somewhere deep within they aren't. I have to look at them like aliens, or the "doomed people"? No, I'm supposed to love them (and I mean that seriously) So why is it so important?
Everyone I've found interesting or had a crush on was wrong for me, had a sh** outcome. I know the reasons why, I was attracting those kinds of people because of own issues. Now that I am healed, majorly - I think and expect in the same negative patterns, if I like someone now. It sends me into old habits.
How do you even find someone you vibe with, are attracted to AND they are a believer also. Have fun. It doesn't even work like this, attraction - it's not socially normal in any way.
I kind of want to dumb it down, and get together with someone on simple terms. Why idolize this idea of muh marriage, when I don't see it anywhere around me. It doesn't exist in my reality, as much as I read about it online. Maybe I deserve the consequences of this for my own stupidity.
I'm tired of over analyzing "lust" and this and that, as a single guy. As if wanting to be with someone is some abnormality, and you have some issues. The people that talk like they have it all figured out and apparently none of this is an issue annoy me also. I am happy that you are doing well, but it shoves something within me.
I don't want the quality of my faith (= life) to depend on if I fap or not fap, and how long it has been since I fapped. It's driving me insane.
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Hey it's between that option 1 I presented, or I stop caring completely and do whatever I'm doing now. If I stop caring completely, but still have a desire to meet someone - will my non-caring not be counter productive? I know I'm wrong and that God is right, so I'm gonna go with option #2. At least it way lessens the chances of God watching me be disgusting. He warns me too, for my own good. Do I listen? For some reason in those moments I take one step too many, not seeing further ahead are holes.
I'm tired of feeding this sin so much too, I'm tired of being sad over it or reading about it. I'm just fed up. If I had absolutely no one who knew me, I'd probably ask God to just send me up. When I was living wrong I had "friends" - but I don't miss that even. Don't get me wrong, I appreciate life, I'm just fed up with dealing with myself here. Even that would be wrong, because I can still affect other people. But why am I so special, He could easily make someone else do these things and still accomplish his will. Someone more grateful/thankful maybe. Maybe He's just a little bit fed up with me.
Don't misunderstand the notion of my writings please, I'm still on God's team, there's no other way.
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Life kinda sucks without real friends and a partner to share with, that's the summary.

So first thing first I’m a married man with woman that after 10 years marriage looks like we are more look like friends than husband and wife, we have 7 years old daughter which is the love of our life, ok now is this thing that I need to talk with someone but I don’t know whom, so I guess I’ll just ranting about it online at Reddit, I fell in love with my boss and the feeling looks like mutual but we respect each other so we always act professional, never cross any line, she’s like the woman that I’ve been dreaming of all this time, she’s smart, intelligent, tough, independent without being disrespectful and still feminine, she’s nice, kind and respectful to other people even when she has authority, we both are hard workers that almost every day stay late finishing the job, other than work she’s spending her time taking care her elderly parents and active in church, she’s beloved by the kids in the church daycare, she loves being around kids which make me think she will become a great mom, btw she’s still single and doesn’t have any kid yet, one more thing she loves winter, cold, cloudy and gloomy days, she hate sun and hot weather exactly like me, she has this signature scent jasmine flower which I love so much, you’ll know if she’s in the building, the building will smell like spring, we both feels like falling in love with the right person in wrong situation and place, I don’t want to leave my family because even my wife and me doesn’t meet eye to eye that much anymore but both of us love our daughter so much and we want the same thing for her, being raised by two lovely parents, and my boss because of her strong religious beliefs she doesn’t want anything happened to my marriage either, but sometimes I just want to grab her hand and hold her and saying all this feeling that build up in my chest, we just express our love by eyes, she knows how I feel and I know how she feels but it’s a torture when I can do anything about it, I don’t know what I have to do

Discord Name: Ben
Name and House: Oscar Whent
Age: 75
Appearance: A knight past his prime, Lord Oscar has held the Lordship of Harrenhal for decades now and has witnessed his fair share of joyous occasions and tragedies.
Gifts: Leadership
Skills: Covert, Logistician (E), Strategist, Tactician
Talents: Drinking, Hunting, Reading
Negative Traits: Old Age
Starting Titles: Lord of Harrenhal
Starting Location: King's Landing
Family Tree: House Whent of Harrenhal
Alternate Characters: N/a
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PC Timeline
132 AC: Born to Ser Walter Whent and his wife, a daughter of a household knight at Harrenhal, where they had been taken into service by the castle’s new overlord House Lothston.
142 AC: Oscar was taken in by Lord Otto Lothston as a page.
143 AC: Oscar was taken in as a squire by Ser Franklyn Lothston and would accompany him during the Second Dance.
146 AC: Ser Franklyn, now Lord Lothston, succumbs to his wounds not long after the end of the war. His father and brothers all died in the war and thus ended their line. Ser Walter Whent, himself wounded from the war, was granted the castle by the Crown.
149 AC: Oscar is knighted by his father and marries Lady Ellyn Wode, the sister of the Knight of House Wode.
150 AC: Oscar and Ellyn’s first son Simon is born. Lord Walter Whent dies two days later and Oscar inherits Harrenhal.
152 AC: His first daughter Alys is born.
155 AC: His second son Osmund is born
157 AC: His second daughter Danelle is born
164 AC: The Third Dance commences and Lord Oscar marches to fight in the war, his brother Ser Oswell dies in the conflict.
169 AC: Ser Simon Whent marries Lady Hayford at Harrenhal.
170 AC: His first grandson, Addam is born.
171 AC: Lady Alys Whent marries Lord Butterwell at Whitewalls.
172 AC: His grandson Damon is born.
176 AC: His granddaughter Jeyne is born
177 AC: Lady Danelle Whent marries Edmure Tully at Riverrun.
180 AC: His grandson Lucas is born
186 AC: The Fourth Dance begins and Lord Oscar marches to war with Ser Simon, Ser Osmund, Addam, and Damon to partake in the fighting. Ser Simon is slain in battle though he is avenged by his brother and son. Ser Osmund is raised to the Kingsguard by the end of the war and Addam is knighted.
189 AC: Ser Addam marries Lady Darry on the first day of the new year at Harrenhal. She would give birth to twins later that year, Rosamund and Robert, though she would suffer greatly and the Maester earned another pregnancy would kill her.
190 AC: Ser Damon’s mistress, Missy of Harrentown, gives birth to a healthy baby boy named Harwin Rivers. She dies days later of complications and Damon is slain in Harrentown a fortnight later by her brothers in a bar fight.
204 AC: Having negotiated a marriage between Amarei Lannister and his grandson Lucas, the Whents attend the upcoming wedding only for Ser Addam to find his sister Jeyne abed with Amory Lannister. Challenging the man to a duel for her honor, Ser Addam slays the Lion. The marriage is called off and both Westerlands and Riverlands nearly come to war over the incident. Lady Jeyne is married to a household knight, Ser Tristifer Lansdale.
206 AC: Ser Addam dies when he is thrown from his horse in the Flowstone Yard. His son, the newly knighted Robert Whent is named the new Heir of Harrenhal.
207 AC: King Maelor II invites the realm to Dragonstone for a feast.
AC Character
Name and House: Ser Osmund Whent
Age: 52
Appearance: Years of duty have begun to wear on the face of the aging knight, though his skills remain sharp.
Gift: Duelist
Skills: Polearms, Knightly, Defender (E), Hale
Talents: Hunting, Fighting, Reading
Starting Titles: Knight of the Kingsguard
Starting Location: King's Landing
AC Timeline
155 AC: Born to Lord Oscar Whent and Lady Ellyn Wode.
165 AC: Sent to Harroway to foster and squire for Lord Harroway.
173 AC: Knighted by Lord Harroway and returns to Harrenhal.
175 AC: Refuses to be betrothed to Lord Harroway’s daughter leading to a crisis between lord and vassal. Several attempts at betrothing him fail.
186 AC: Joins his family in fighting the Fourth Dance. His brother Simon is slain but Osmund kills his way through the Dornish and other sellswords to avenge him with his nephew Addam. He is approached to join the Kingsguard at war’s end and accepts, continuing to serve to this day.
NPCs
Ser Robert Whent - Swords
Rosamund Whent - Alchemy

1. "When you are happy and drifting from Allah, sometimes He will break you so that all you have is Him". I have seen posts like this so many times and although I objected internally, wondering how this isn't considered a toxic relationship, but I forced myself to look at it in a positive light.
2. "Pretty men" aka. beardless men are considered fitna to women AND men. For a religion so vehemently against homosexuals this is a little suspicious. My assumption would be that if you, as a men, feel notably tempted by a man without a beard, you might need to do some digging about yourself. As for women, quite frankly the Islamic beard that men are supposed to have has never been appealing to me, but for them to cut it means defying sunnah. Women need to be appealing to their husband's physically, but if a woman doesn't like her husband's beard she should just suck it up...mm something is not right here.
3. When it comes to priests and rabbis forbidding or enjoining things, that means worshiping according to the prophet. But if the prophet forbids or enjoin things, that's just respect and if you dare to defy him you're also defying Allah. Throwing yourself at his feet, kissing his body, being willing to sacrifice your parents for him? That's all fine <3 just the respect he deserves!!
4. He married aisha because Allah ordered him to, it wasn't a personal choice. But Aisha is his favorite wife? There are countless hadiths of him being intimate with her but I haven't seen any of him being affectionate with the other wives. In fact, he wanted to divorce the woman closest to his age and that woman held onto him and gave up her marital rights just so she could be resurrected as his wife.
5. The wives being unallowed to remarry? You could say "it was to respect him" but aisha was still a teenager when he past and she grew to be older than 60. Therefore she was condemned to a life of celibacy. How is that fair???
6. FREE WILL IS A LIE.
7. Men are naturally polygamous 🙄 just roll with it and you'll be rewarded...by having to watch your husband surrounded by translucent jannah women. You don't get jannah men though, your husband is enough!! You'll look at him and say he's the best thing in all of heaven! Don't worry, you're better than all the hoor al ayn anyway, even if your husband clearly prefers them over you because he accepted them in the first place. Yeah it sounds like worshiping your husband and only existing to please him but that's not that bad lol. Better than burning for eternity heheh.
8. The prophet is the perfect example 😇..but not when he married a little girl. Oh or when he was involved in the slave trade. Or when he said that black seed cures every ailment in existence.
9. The quran is a guidance for all of humanity! Even though it's very short, and spends time it could use giving instructions on how to properly deal with the many matters in islam that are clear discrepancies by talking about not entering Muhammad's house and repeating prophetic stories (in different orders with contradiction, mind you). Because Muslims who exist centuries later definitely need that information.

There's so much more lol but it would take eternity.

Hi y’all. I’m in a book slump after being disappointed from reading so many promising books that lead to nothing. In this search I have learned a lot about what I like and, I accept, it’s not for everyone, you may have hated something that fits my taste but please do send it my way.
What I like:

• Obsessed MMC. I’m talking a guy who can’t function without the heroine. I love it when they think “she can never know the power she has over me” with a sprinkle of “don’t leave me” trope. Good example is Marrying Winterborne, my all time favorite, and Dreaming of you, both by Lisa Kleypas. Lord of Scoundrejs and The Madness of Ian Mackenzie have honorable mentions here.
  
• When he tries to make the impoverish highborn lady his mistress, but she refuses. Examples: The luckiest lady in London and Secrets of a Summer Night
  
• When the MMC is baseborn and ruthless, and marries above his class. Again, Winterborne here. Also liked “Her baseborn bridegroom”, and “A matter of class”. But! I hated with passion “A portrait of a Scotsman”
  
• when she thinks she is love with childhood friend but MMC finds her and tries to make her love him instead. Yes, best example is What I did for a Duke, extremely angsty is Whitney my love, and a clusterfuck 90s noncon is Devil’s embrace.
  
• Alas, I also like surprise virgin! The ones when they made you believe she had plenty of experience but turns out she had none. Oh and I absolutely abhor If the guy Durant even notice. Not mentioning the books because spoilers but DM me if this is your jam, I have a list.
  
• I don’t mind noncon or dubcon, I’ve read my share. Something something judgement free zone. But I do hate cheating of loss if a child, those are a big no no for me.
  
• I don’t like the heroine being plain or ugly, most of the books I’ve read about obsessed MMCs, the heroine is unattractive and I just find it hard to fall into the fantasy. Please don’t attack me for this, I just want to read about a guy who would do anything to get the girl, I don’t want her to be mean or dumb, he falls first for looks but obsesses over her as a whole.
  

Can you help a lost soul? I need a push to get out of my book slump, there gotta be more out there that would tickle my fancy 👀

My mom herself disowned me gave me life of Refugee and people say I owe her for the sx she had. My Dad already paid her expensive Mahr. She never saved money for me neither she gave me good life. Now people say Remember she carried you for 9 months. Who told her to carry in her flthy w*mb? Can't she just abort me? She thinks her sex is important but when I talk about marriage she tortures me. Neither she kept me any wealth despite marrying rich guy? Why do women have kids when you hate your husband and punish your kids??

William Bailey's forehead shattered the mirror like a sledgehammer. The last thing he remembered before he blacked out was the feeling that he was falling through the mirror. Sub-cranial hematoma, a concussion, maybe even a cracked skull--that had to be the reason for the strange feeling. The mirror was mounted on the wall just to the right of the bar, four feet tall by about three feet wide. As consciousness slipped away, common sense and his strong belief in the rational world told him that he couldn't fall through the mirror. He must have bounced his head off the wall and be falling toward the floor.
It seemed like just a second or two before William's eyes popped open. He lay on his back, on the hard wood floor of Fausto's, with Johnny Davis towering over him. Big Johnny probably wanted to finish him off, maybe kill him, and finally end their twenty-year-old feud. Either Big Johnny Davis and the ceiling lights above him were spinning, or William's head was spinning, but either way something wasn't right.
He raised his head and looked to his left, toward the bar. Except the bar wasn't there. Instead, he was staring at the bathrooms. That didn't make sense. It must be his brain that had gotten spun around. William turned his head and peered over his size-ten wingtips at the busted mirror. The wooden frame and most of the glass still clung to the wall, the rest sat broken on the ground. The bar had to be on his left. He looked again, and still saw the bathrooms. A brain bruise, maybe some fluid pressure building up might be the cause of it.
"Get up!" Big Johnny Davis said.
William looked up at him. Johnny stood behind him, just beyond his shoulders. Perfect place for him to stomp my head into the plank floor. Except Johnny Davis was holding out his hand.
"Come on, we've got to get out of here."
Davis looked scared. It was the first time William Bailey could ever remember Johnny Davis looking scared. William had always been scared of Big Johnny, but Big Johnny wasn't scared of anything or anyone.
Police sirens wailed in the distance.
Johnny glanced over his shoulder. William craned his neck to look where Johnny was looking, saw he was staring at the front door like a man terrified something bad was going to come through it. Big Johnny looked down at him again and pumped his hand. "Come on, get up. They'll be here any second."
"Who?" William asked. "Who'll be--" But before he finished, Big Johnny Davis reached down, grabbed him by both arms, and jerked him to his feet.
As he was dragged toward the door by the only man in town who truly hated him, William glanced up and saw the rusted metal sign nailed above the door. He had to have a concussion, probably severe; that had to be it, because the letters on the sign were backward. It said TUO.
As Johnny Davis pulled him out the door, William heard tires skid on the pavement.
"Where's your car?" Johnny asked.
William twisted away from the big man's grip, then turned to his left. "In the alley." He started to run, still not sure exactly what he was running from.
Behind him, Big John shouted, "The alley's over here."
William kept running but turned his head back toward Johnny. "I know where the alley--"
Something hit him across the midsection and toppled him to the ground. He got his hands up just in time to break his fall and managed to keep his head from slamming into the sidewalk. When he looked up he saw a shopping cart tumbled onto its side.
Once again, William found himself lying flat on his back, this time amid the spilled contents of the cart. It had been filled with junk: paper bags full of dirty clothes, canned food, bags of potato chips, a diamond shaped, orange road sign, and other trash that looked like it had been collected from back alley garbage bins.
The homeless man who'd been pushing the cart was scrawny, and wafer thin. His skin was the color of old shoe leather, and he wore a long gray beard, tangled and matted with food and bits of filth. He was sprawled on the ground next to his cart, half sitting up, staring at William with his bright blue eyes.
Car doors slammed, men shouted.
"You better get going," the homeless man said, as he cocked his head. "The police after you?"
Police!
Before William could assure the old man that the police weren't after him--he was a respected businessman and family man--someone behind him grabbed him under both arms and pulled him to his feet. William turned and found himself staring into the face of Johnny Davis. "The alley's that way," Johnny said, pointing to the other side of Fausto's. With one hand gripping William's jacket, Johnny dashed across the front of the bar toward the alley. The alley--right there, plain as day--on the other side of Fausto's, right where it shouldn't be, where it couldn't be. William had been here a thousand times. As you stepped out of the bar, the alley was on the left, Brockton's Ace Hardware on the right. Now everything was mixed up and in the wrong place.
Johnny Davis turned down the alley, dragging William behind him. After just a few steps, a spotlight flashed in front of them.
"Stop!" a voice commanded. "Get on the ground."
William couldn't see because Johnny was in his way. "Who's that yelling?" he asked.
Big Johnny stopped and William plowed into his back.
"Get on the ground," the voice boomed again.
William poked his head out from behind Johnny Davis's back. The blinding white light was in his face. He couldn't see a thing.
POP! POP! POP!
Gunshots.
Big Johnny sagged, then crashed to his knees. Instinctively, William bent forward and grabbed hold of Johnny. "What's the matter?"
More pops.
Johnny's big hand reached out and shoved William back toward the street. "Back door," he wheezed, then plunged forward onto his face.
William stood alone. Behind the white spotlight he saw blue police lights flashing. He was totally exposed.
POP! POP!
He saw flashes--little yellow spurts of flame--as something tugged at his jacket.
William had said "back door." What back door? Fausto's had a back door, but it didn't lead anywhere except to the open space behind the building used for trash and deliveries. Twenty feet of asphalt between the bar and the back of the building on the next block. William had parked his car at the end of the alley, but the police cars--or whatever they were--had the alley blocked off. The building behind Fausto's also had an alley that ran alongside it, but the owner had closed it off to keep the bums out. He'd put up a gate, padlocked it, and topped it with razor wire. It was a dead end.
Two more pops. Dead end or not it was better than standing here and getting shot. William turned and ran. He burst through the front door of Fausto's, dashed through the bar, past the shattered mirror, hit the back door at a dead run, and was outside behind the bar within seconds.
He could see the tail end of his car sticking out from the corner of the building, but with the cops blocking the alley, his car was useless to him. William glanced across the open space to the alley that ran next to the other building. The gate, the padlock, the razor wire--all still in place. To his right an overflowing garbage dumpster sat beside the back of Fausto's, jammed against the fire ladder.
The fire ladder.
An iron ladder bolted to the cinderblock wall.
William looked up. The top of the ladder was lost in shadow, but he knew it went up two stories to the roof. Last summer, when the toilet had stopped up, he'd come out back to take a leak and had stood behind the dumpster, peeing against the wall like a kid, one hand draped over the bottom rung of the ladder.
He slipped behind the dumpster. The smell made him gag. The bottom of the ladder was four feet from the ground. William reached up as high as he could, grabbed hold of the third rung, then hauled himself up.
Through the partially open back door came the sounds of heavy feet pounding on the hard wood floor of the bar.
Halfway up the ladder, he was exhausted--and scared. Shaking, he white-knuckled the ladder. Being more than ten feet off the ground terrified him. He needed a break, just a second or two to catch his breath. There was enough moonlight so he could see into one of the second story windows. Inside, junk was piled everywhere. Old barstools, a busted jukebox, furniture stacked almost to the ceiling. Years ago, old man Fausto lived on the second floor, but Jake, who'd bought the place from the old man and had decided to keep the name, used it for storage.
Below him, William heard the back door thrown open so hard it banged against the wall. He scrambled up until he reached the top of the ladder, then hoisted himself over the edge of the roof. Down on the ground a voice shouted, "There he is, up there."
Another gunshot. What the hell was going on?
The unmistakable sound of feet--fast feet, in shape feet, boot shod feet--scurrying up the ladder. Standing on the tar and pebble roof, William glanced around for something he could use as a weapon, shocked he was even thinking of such a thing. A five gallon plastic bucket was all there was. It stood upright, filled with rainwater. He picked it up and peered over the edge. A uniformed policeman was three quarters of the way up the ladder. Two more cops were right behind him.
William looked at the heavy bucket in his hands, thought about just dumping the water onto them but knew it wouldn't stop them. There was only one way to stop them, and that was to knock them off the ladder. He thought about warning them, maybe trying to scare them away. But they were cops. You couldn't scare them away.
So why had they shot Johnny Davis, and why were they shooting at him?
The first officer looked up and saw William staring down at him with the bucket in his hands. Their eyes locked for just a second and the cop stopped. In those eyes that stared back at him, William saw an almost maniacal determination that sent a shiver down his spine. The officer held his grip on the ladder with his right hand while his left dropped to the pistol resting in his gleaming leather holster. In one smooth motion he drew his gun and raised it toward William.
William Bailey tossed the bucket down the ladder. A shot rang out an instant before the heavy bucket thudded into the cop's head. Like a gruesome traffic accident happening before his eyes, William couldn't help but watch as the policeman fell, taking his two partners down with him. The last thing William saw before he turned away was a jumbled heap of black uniforms resting on the concrete below the ladder.
* * *
Hiding in the shadow of a telephone booth, thinking. Home. He had to get home. Had to get back to Marge and the kids. Maybe somehow he could explain what had happened. Vincent, his attorney, he would know what to do--maybe--but he was a civil lawyer not a criminal attorney. He wrote contracts and did personal injury on the side; he didn't get people out of jail who'd killed a cop by dropping a bucket of water on his head and knocking him and his buddies off the side of a building.
As the cab he'd been waiting for pulled up, William stepped out from the dark and climbed into the back seat.
The driver turned around. "Where to?"
William pulled the door shut. "Uptown. 1721 Audubon Court."
"Fare's gonna be about fifteen dollars. After dark, I gotta have the money up front."
"What?"
"Company policy." The cabbie shrugged. "A lot of drivers been getting stiffed."
William opened his wallet, pulled out a twenty and handed it across the seat. The driver took it and almost slipped it into his cash box, then took a second look at the bill. His face tightened. "What the hell is this?"
"Huh?"
With the bill stretched between his hands, the cabbie stared at it for a second then looked up at William. "You're either the dumbest counterfeiter who ever lived or you've been had."
"What you are talking about?"
The driver faced the bill toward William but didn't hand it back to him. "It's printed backwards."
William looked at the twenty-dollar bill in the man's hand. It looked like--it was--an almost brand new bill, nothing wrong with it as far as he could tell.
"Get out of my cab," the driver said.
William didn't know what the man was talking about but knew he didn't want to get out. This cab was his only way home. He reached for the twenty. "If you don't like that one I've got another--"
The driver pulled his hands away. "I ain't giving this back. I got to turn it in to the police." He dropped one hand behind his seat back, then came up clutching a pistol, an old German Luger by the looks of it, the muzzle aimed straight at William's face. "In fact, I bet they give me a reward if I bring you in with it."
William jerked the door handle and rolled out into the street. He sprang to his feet and ran, the driver's yells just background noise. Has everyone gone crazy or is it just me?
Home. He had to get home.
* * *
Rain. Driving, relentless rain. William was just two blocks from Fausto's. In two hours, that's as far as he'd gotten--one block an hour. Police cars prowled the neighborhood, shinning spotlights into every nook and cranny, lighting up every shadow. Everyone in Fausto's knew his name. He'd been going there three or four nights a week after work for years. The cabbie had his address. William had given it to him when he told the hack driver where to drop him.
Ten o'clock at night, with nowhere to go and no way to get there, William sat behind the closed Goodwill store, under an overhang that barely kept the rain off of him.
Huddled in the dark, head sunk between his knees, he hadn't heard anyone approach.
"You don't look so good."
Startled, William looked up, prepared to run again. It was the homeless man he'd knocked over outside the bar. The one with the shopping cart and the leathery skin. William relaxed a little. "Excuse me?"
The man pushed his cart closer. "You're not supposed to be here."
William looked around. "Why not?"
The old man grinned, half his teeth gone.
William found it nearly impossible to tell his age. The guy could be forty and maybe had lived a hard life, or perhaps he was a well-preserved seventy, pickled by a lifetime of booze. William waved him off, expecting a plea for money. "I can't help you."
The old man stopped just a few feet away. "Everything's out of place isn't it?" He had a strange lilting voice. Almost like an accent.
And he was right. Everything was out of place--from Johnny Davis to the cab driver--everything was wrong.
Strapped to the back of the old man's shopping cart was a plastic sign about the size of a loaf of bread. William recognized the sign, the words, the colors, the logo of a local supermarket chain, all were familiar to him, but the letters were backward, unreadable.
Rainwater ran down William's face. He pointed to the sign. "Why's it written like that?"
The old man looked at the sign then back at William. "Like what?" he said, then shuffled away behind his basket.
* * *
The rain came down even harder. William slouched in a darkened doorway across the street from Fausto's. Nothing made sense. Everything was messed up, backward, out of whack. Almost like this wasn't his home, like he was a stranger seeing it for the first time.
But that was crazy. He'd grown up here, gone to Brother Martin High School, dated Jenny Underhill who went to Cabrini, lost her to Johnny Davis, then got her back only to lose her again the first year of college to some kid who drove a Mustang. Two years later William married Marge at Saint Luke's. They had two kids.
This town was his home. He recognized it. He knew the people here, Big Johnny and Zeke, the bartender at Fausto's. But things were different, little things. John Davis for one. In trying to help him, the big man had gotten himself killed. That wasn't John Davis--at least not the one William Bailey had known since seventh grade. Everything looked the same but wasn't. Nothing was quite right.
But they knew him--or someone like him.
A strange sensation crept over him that made the hair on the back of his neck rise. Maybe he didn't belong here. Maybe everything wasn't as it appeared. Maybe this wasn't his home. But if that were true, then whose home was it? Another thought, even scarier seeped through his brain. If he was here, who was there--at his home?
Crazy.
William dropped his head into his hands. Just considering such nonsense was a waste of time. Yet, here he was scanning the street, thinking of going back inside Fausto's, back to that mirror.
Not much time to think about it. The bar closed at three AM and it was already two-thirty. When he'd left--run for his life with Big Johnny--most of the mirror was still in the frame hanging on the wall.
Something about that damned mirror.
But Fausto's was dangerous, so a couple of hours ago William had found another mirror. In the men's room of a twenty-four hour gas station. The Chevron on North Rampart.
He had approached it cautiously, afraid he was going mad. As he peered over the sink into the mirror, he saw what he always saw, his own reflection. Holding up his left hand, he looked at the image in the mirror, at the watch strapped to his wrist. He noticed that the man in the mirror wore his watch on his right hand. Just the opposite.
William stood in the gas station bathroom for twenty minutes before he worked up his nerve. Finally, he took a deep breath, leaned back, then slammed his forehead into the dirt-streaked mirror. The glass shattered and cut his head. Blood dribbled off the tip of his nose into the sink. His reflection stared out at him from the other side of the mirror, blood running down his face, too.
I have gone crazy!
So the gas station hadn't worked out. Ducking police cruisers, William had wandered the streets, his head reeling. What was he doing?
On the sidewalk, he found a sopping wet magazine that the wind had blown up against the side of a newspaper machine. The cover caught his eye. He picked it up. It was printed backwards, the letters reversed, words running right to left. The spine was on the right. As he flipped through the pages, he couldn't read a thing. Then William had an idea.
In the bathroom of an all night restaurant he held the wet magazine up to the mirror. Perfect. The reflected image was normal, spine on the left, words running left to right, all the letters printed correctly. He could read it clearly. But what did it mean?
Then he drove his head into that mirror. The glass cracked. Someone walked in, a skinny waiter wearing an apron. He stood gawking as William leaned over the sink with tears of pain filling his eyes.
The waiter looked at the broken mirror, then jabbed a finger at William's bloody forehead. "What the hell are you doing?"
"An accident," he mumbled, pressing his fingers against the fresh cut.
The waiter turned. "I'm calling the cops."
William Bailey ran.
Now he was huddled in the rain staring at Fausto's across the street. Because he had nowhere else to go.
He stood and walked toward Fausto's. When he was halfway across the street, a police car glided around the corner, headlights reflecting off the wet pavement. The cops in no hurry, just cruising. William forced himself to keep walking, not to run. One foot in front of the other. In the downpour, odds were that the cops wouldn't even recognize him.
But they did recognize him.
The police car slid to a stop as its high beams clicked on and its blue strobe lights started popping. Both front doors flew open.
Like a sinner seeking the sanctuary of a church, William ran straight for Fausto's door. As he burst inside, Zeke looked up from behind the bar. "William! What the hell are you doing here?"
He ignored the bartender, running right past him, eyes focused on the broken mirror and its busted frame hanging on the wall.
Zeke again, "The cops been looking all over for you. Say you killed two officers and--"
Behind him the front door banged against the wall. "Police!" a voice behind him commanded. "Stop."
But William didn't stop. He kept running--running straight for the mirror. Reflected in its fragmented pieces he saw two uniformed police officers behind him, heard their boots pounding on the wooden floor. Just ten feet separated him from the mirror. At full speed he took two strides then dove. He stretched his arms out overhead and tucked his chin into his chest as his feet left the floor.
He felt one hand hit wall and the other strike broken glass. Then his head hit. More glass cracked, more skin split.
Darkness.
* * *
William's eyes popped open. He was staring at the ceiling. Rough voices, even rougher hands. They rolled him over onto his stomach and jerked his arms behind his back. He felt cold steel on his wrists and heard the metallic ratcheting as the handcuffs tightened and bit into his skin.
He tilted his head up and rested his chin against the floor. Blood poured down the side of his face; he watched it pool on the floor then seep between the wooden planks. By rolling his eyes up he could just see the empty spot on the wall where the mirror had hung. Lying on the floor, three feet from his head, was the broken frame and the rest of the glass.
The two cops grabbed his arms and yanked him to his feet, sending waves of pain through his shoulders and wrists. As they spun him toward the door, one of the officers said, "You're under arrest."
"Why?" William asked.
The officer pressed his face into William's. "Murdering your family for starters."
"My...my family." William felt his stomach cinch and his bowels turn to ice. A thought he'd had earlier in the night echoed inside his head. If he was here, who was there--at his home.
As the cops dragged him across the floor, William glanced up and saw the rusted metal sign nailed above the door.
OUT.
He was home.

I (29F) am considering breaking up with my boyfriend (54M)
I’ve been dating my boyfriend since January, and I’ve come to realize he’s very conflict avoidant. We’ve had multiple issues with being transparent come up. He made plans several weeks ago to meet with an ex for lunch. His ex is married and he made it clear that he had a girlfriend (I saw the text). The only reason that I know he was planning on meeting her was because he wrote it down on a piece of paper.
Last night, I asked when he was planning on telling me this and he told me he was going to, he just put it off because he didn’t want me to be upset because I’m stressed right now. I’m actually upset that he was planning on waiting until TODAY (the morning of) to tell me he was going to meet with this woman for lunch. He said he was willing to cancel if I was upset about it. I don’t know if I’m overreacting or if this is a valid reason to be upset. I really don’t think he would have told me had I not seen that paper. I’m not upset that he’s meeting with an ex. I’m upset that he wasn’t going to tell me or wait until the last minute. I feel like if someone plans on hiding little things like this and avoiding difficult conversations, then it will only get worse in the future. Honesty is the number one important thing to me in a relationship in this makes me lose trust. I’m not sure if this is worth ending the relationship over.

So in a lot of shows, you are often privy to an amount of information so that there's a sense that a bomb is about to go off. you dont know when, you dont know how characters will react, you dont know what will happen if it doesnt. that said - PLEASE please please correct me if im wrong - but did we ever see or hear Jessica confess to Misty that she worked for Tai? It totally felt lazy to have misty suddenly have that information if we never saw it confessed on screen.
It wouldve been great to have Misty have this distrust of Tai for all of s2. It wouldve been great if Jessica was used better, or perhaps wasnt dead (since apparently like.. the cops didnt find it suspicious at all??????). like maybe i did miss her gathering this info - but regardless, why does the show build Zero suspense about Tai investigating all of them. when its revealed its like no one even gives a damn anymore. which like.. is fair! cuz like many things in the show it has literally zero consequences LOL
oh also - Ive had this problem since s1 (which i loved in MANY ways) the stakes of anyone finding out "what they did" in the woods is so whatever to me. they ate each other. plain and simple. maybe they had a weird religion. who cares! in the real world they would attract the attention of true crime heads and men who wanna marry killer women etc, but aside from that and the shame/guilt, its not like theyll get arrested for doing what they needed to survive so what does it matter...?
stakes. what are the stakes. this question haunts me with this show cuz it truly feels like they arent there. all that said. i loved s1 and wish we could have a better written show about crazy women .. i will still be watching s3 regardless.

I (29F) am dating my, I guess, ex-bff Sarah’s (29F) ex-bf Drake (29M). (Fake names for privacy)
I met Sarah at work. We hit it off immediately. Fast forward a year or so and she started dating Drake. After a few months she introduced us and we became the 3 amigos. I saw Sarah almost every day. Drake came over on the weekends. I regularly went home late Saturday night and would come back Sunday late afternoon to give them couples time. I occasionally would check in with both of them separately to make sure they had adequate time together. Usually I’d get a response like “we’ve been together so long we don’t mind or need alone time”.
They both became my best friends. They were a good mix for me to keep active and I had a great routine with them. I spent so much of my time with Sarah, even if we didn’t talk, she was safe. It was so easy to just be around her.
Drake started getting us both the same things in different colors. I just thought he was a great friend and he took care of those important to Sarah, cause that’s what he said it was. And gift giving is his love language.
Fast forward again they’ve been together 2 years and, Drake confesses he has feelings for me one night when we’re up late hanging out. I say we should take this conversation to Sarah and see if she’s open to being a trio before he and I figure anything out that we might or might not want (they were already in the community). Sarah says no. Drake says he will only be with Sarah if he can also be with me and then quickly changes to not wanting to be with Sarah at all. My world shatters before my eyes.
Sarah stops talking to me. I tell Drake I choose Sarah and I cannot abandon her. I love them both. Over the next few months Drake and I stay connected and friends as he said he just wants me in his life. He would tell me things like ‘I was made for him’ during any love confession conversations.
I struggled for awhile. Trying to be there for Sarah while giving her space. I let her yell at me when she would. We met up a few times but it wasn’t the same. While Sarah and I were being ripped apart I was becoming closer and closer to Drake. It took a lot of therapy to not blame myself for breaking them up. There was no cheating (although she doesn’t believe us).
It’s been a few more months and Drake and I are dating! It again took lots of therapy to sort out all of my emotions and if I actually wanted to date him or just be friends etc. He’s the love of my life. He’s my other half. It’s only been a few months and it’s never been this easy. We have great communication and he already says I’m the women he wants to marry (don’t worry I’ve asked for at least 2 years of dating before an engagement). I love him so much and I have so much fun with him. It was hard initially as he held me when I cried over her. And I would comfort him talking about her too. It was a lot at the beginning but we’re great now.
I still miss Sarah. I thought she’d be in my life forever and if you asked me a year ago she would’ve been my maid of honor someday. She is a sister to me. I stayed in communication with her long enough to make sure she’s doing better mentally and won’t hurt herself or anyone else. I miss her a lot. We had so much fun together and we did activities Drake wasn’t interested in. I’m so happy with Drake and I truly believe she came into our lives to bring us together. But I still can’t help but miss her. I’m hoping writing this will help me let her go. It’s not fair to ever ask her to be our friend or even just my friend again. I think it would hurt her to know how much I miss her. And I want her to continue on her healing journey.
Sarah, I hope you don’t know this post is about you. I tried keeping it vague enough but if you figure it out please know: I love you, I miss you, I hope you have an amazing life, I hope that we can be friends again someday more than you’ll ever know. I wish you all of the best in this world and I’m sorry you got hurt in this.
I do love Drake, he and I are made for each other. I never realized it while you two were together because I wouldn’t look at him that way. Thank you for helping us come together. I guess this is goodbye, Sarah. Thanks for everything <3