Da brat wife net worth 2022

Hello dear divididend redditors! I randomly got the urge to post about my current stock portfolio after reading many (many, many many... yes, many) posts about early retirement, dividends in general.
My brother introduced me into stocks and dividends when I was 18 years old (2018), I still have a piece of paper where I wrote down my "net worth", which at that time was: 26,25€. 😂
I then bought one amazon share while I was still becoming a full time cutting machine operator, that was my only investment until 2020.
2020 was the year I really got started in investing, I could invest an average of 500-1000€ per month since completing my training to a full time cutting machine operator.
Long story-short, My portfolio has now reached 30.000€ yesterday, I also have 5500€ as "play money" in Crypto since I'm still young and It wouldn't hurt losing that money. (I'm 23 years old right now and from germany so pardon my not so well spoken english)
I will still live for another year at my parents house, and I earn approximately 3000€ after tax each month now while working shifts, so I now will try and aggressively invest about 1500-1800€ each month into my stock portfolio, in hopes that it will pay off in a few years.
Last year 2022 I accumulated 685€ in dividends.
For this year I now have 326€ at the current date 30.05.2023. I hope to surpass the 685€ which I think I will!
I noticed I keep reading and obsessing with the thought of investing, retiring early and so on.. I'm tempted to just sell and buy myself a nice car for example, but I know it just doesn't make sense to me to flex with it at an gas station like many others do at my age, I'm reading rich dad poor dad at the moment and a car is just a luxury thing to have, I drive a BMW E36 at the moment which is fine and does its job.
I would just like to see some stories from you guys and maybe even success stories because I would like to keep being motivated because I think it will pay off in 5-10 years and so on..
I just overthink about this investing stuff in general so maybe I could gather some tips from experienced people to keep being motivated in investing and educating myself in finances!
Would really appreciate getting tips from you guys, I'll gladly answer questions too if someone would be interested!

Real Estate for rental or House
Hi fellows,
Just looking for an advice - 31M, with 1 kid (6 months), wife not working, living in Poland, working in tech remotely, running a small company and contracting myself.
Current financial situation: Income: - my contract 5.2k€ net - company 4.4k€ net / half for partner = 2.2k€ (right now not taking it out to try to grow the company) - starting an extra temp contract for around 8k€ net for at least 6 months in July, then possibly will need 2 months rest to avoid burnout.
Total expenses: Including mortgage and living around 2.5k€
Debt: - Mortgage for flat we live in 47k€ left at fixed 2.7% for 3 more years, current worth around 107k€
Savings: - Gold 8oz - around 15k€ (financial bag) - silver 100oz - 2.5k€ - brokerage account 25.5k€ - cash 39k€ - cash 6k€ (financial bag) - crypto 5k€
If we want to build a house it would be around 200-225k€ putting us way behind with everything. Want to go FIRE route and if everything goes well finish working at 40.
Currently I thought about buying some rental property (flats in older buildings) for around 77-80k€ which would cash flow around 350€ net monthly after all expenses and with pretty strict calculations.
But in my mind all the time I have that having a garden and house would be amazing for our family and we want that both for 100%. Just not sure when.
For me right now most intuitive is to get some more money and possibly focus more on the rental units as I find it the safest space. The current ROI is bit shit though. But it would be just to protect us a bit if something happens to me.
Just struggling on where to go next. All suggestions and different point of views would be a blessing as I’ve been thinking about it for 2 months and can’t decide.
Thank you!

Hello all,
I am writing this post because I cannot find anything (at least in english or french) that explains this situation very well and I would like it to be explained.
I married in the beginning of January and my wife moved in with me in mid February. My wife is a student and as such has no income.
I alerted my employer about this and I received a higher net salary in January and onwards than if I had been single.
In the beginning of May I received my declaration de impots for the year of 2022 and it acknowledges I am married but it does not contain my wife's income situation for the year of 2022 under my declaration (so it also does not state she has no income).
I spoke to my company's HR and to the person responsible for the payment of salaries and she stated that since I was not married on the 1st of January of 2022 than for the fiscal year of 2022 I am considered single and unfortunately I have to pay back the extra net salary that I basically received in 2022.
Is this truly the case and, if yes, for the year of 2023 will I receive (much) more money than I would otherwise to take into account that I was basically married with someone with no income for like 90% of the year of 2022?

Hi fellows,
Just looking for an advice - 31M, with 1 kid (6 months), wife not working, living in Poland, working in tech remotely, running a small company and contracting myself.
Current financial situation: Income: - my contract 5.2k€ net - company 4.4k€ net / half for partner = 2.2k€ (right now not taking it out to try to grow the company) - starting an extra temp contract for around 8k€ net for at least 6 months in July, then possibly will need 2 months rest to avoid burnout.
Total expenses: Including mortgage and living around 2.5k€
Debt: - Mortgage for flat we live in 47k€ left at fixed 2.7% for 3 more years, current worth around 107k€
Savings: - Gold 8oz - around 15k€ (financial bag) - silver 100oz - 2.5k€ - brokerage account 25.5k€ - cash 39k€ - cash 6k€ (financial bag) - crypto 5k€
If we want to build a house it would be around 200-225k€ putting us way behind with everything.
Currently I thought about buying some rental property (flats in older buildings) for around 77-80k€ which would cash flow around 350€ net monthly after all expenses and with pretty strict calculations.
But in my mind I have all the time that having a garden and house would be amazing for our family and we want that both for 100%.
For me right now most intuitive is to get some more money and possibly focus more on the rental units as I find it the safest space. The current ROI is bit shit though. But it would be just to protect us a bit if something happens to me.
Just struggling on where to go next. All suggestions and different point of views would be a blessing as I’ve been thinking about it for 2 months and can’t decide.
Thank you!

O companie poate sa te ajute sau te poate distruge, la propriu. Mai jos e un rant dar și un Warning despre una din companiile din big 4. (Deloitte)
La începutul anului 2022, am dat interviul, l-am luat, am primit oferta, 3400 ron, brut undeva pe la 2200 ron net ca eram programator si scutit de impozit.
Era puțin dar mi s-a zis ca e firma de renume ca da bine în cv ca vor fi măriri și ca e doar ceva de câteva luni și fascinat de ideea de a lucra la o firma gigant am acceptat.
Am întrat în firma, programe de pregătire, prezentări ale companiei, ceva party-uri și multe multe multe promisiuni.
Le iau în ordine:

1. "certificările ne ajuta ca firma, orice certificare se decontează de firma." Prima a fost decontata intr-adevar, apoi programul s-a suspendat..
   
2. am întrat în programe speciale, de măriri periodice la 3-4 luni, am fost informați ca programul tine 2 ani și ca ne va ajuta sa avem salarii competitive. (Nu cred ca mai exista firma de IT care plătea 2200 ron un programator) Am primit si 10% marire la 3 luni, superb desi la 2200 ron abia se simțea (+200 ron), speram noi ca in timp se aduna. Doar ca surpriza după mai puțin de un an programul se încheie. De ce? Răspunsul a fost incredibil: programul în sine a ținut 2 ani cum au promis doar ca ce sa vezi a început înainte sa fim noi angajați.
   
   1. La fiecare 3-4 luni ne schimbau proiectul, noi ăștia juniori eram un fel de cost reduction, se termina un proiect, scoteau seniorii și ne băgau pe noi. Intr-un an jumătate am trecut prin 5.
   2. Apoi ni s-a zis ca nu mai au proiect dar salesforce e cheia, am fost ademeniți cu ideea de proiect garantat, asta e viitorul în it si bonus 1000 euro pentru oricine întra și finalizează bootcampul de salesforce. Am făcut și asta, la final am aflat ca nu exista proiecte pe salesforce și nu doar atât dar nici bonusurile nu le primim. Mergea perfect un gif aici : "asta se cheamă teapa, ce nu ai mai luat pana acum ?"
   3. Când erau vizite ale directorilor prin oraș eram invitați la restaurante ( invitația făcută pe banii firmei... teoretic ) Practic noi angajații aveam meniu stabilit fix și insuficient, ex: 6 inele de calamar la o masa de oameni sau 3 bucăți de peste la o masa de 4 oameni. Pe de alta parte masa directorilor era plina de platouri comandate de ei extra.( ei aveau card special pentru asta, noi câștigam doar 2200 ron pe luna ). M-am simțit asa de prost încât sincer am plecat, 4 oameni flamanzi cu așteptări de a manca ceva uitandu-se la 3 bucăți de peste și neștiind cum sa le împartă a fost mult prea mult. La următoarele știam deja ce va fi asa ca mâncam de acasă.
   4. Team buildinguri au fost doua: Unul în care dacă doream sa participam trebuia sa plătim noi cazarea și unul la pădure, 2 nopți de stat în pădure cu cort propriu sau cu posibilitatea de a ne închiria unul firma pentru 90 ron. Nu am participat la nici unul.

E prima firma de IT si nu știu dacă asa trebuie sa fie sau daca sunt altele mai rele dar stiu ca pe mine unul compania asta m-a adus intr-un punct mai jos decât eram înainte de angajare: datorii, stres, frustrări, speranțe distruse..

Previous
That night Simon and Nemeria watched from the rooftop of a rented apartment in Coven as shooting stars fell over Homeworld for the first time. "Make a wish, my love." She said as she put her head in his lap, the rapidly disintegrating space station above filling the sky with streaks of light that reflected in her eyes.
He thought about it for a second. "Should I tell you what it is?"
"No, definitely not." Nemeria replied. "Then it won't come true."
"Oh… then I will not." Simon said as he played with her hair. For a moment he felt as if he were standing at a crossroads, straddling two potential futures, then the feeling faded. He had wished for them to have a happy life together. He felt they at least deserved that after all they had been through and all the time they had spent apart.
The morning after Haven fell something interesting happened. Pirate radio stations began to emerge, filling the airways with music, but it wasn't like anything they had heard before. It was something new.
"Good morning Homeworld!" Called out a rough but enthusiastic voice in Dansk from the clock radio on the dresser. It was out of arm's reach, probably so the person being woken up would have to actually get out of bed to shut it off. "This is not a test, this is rock and roll! Time to rock it from Katzenlund to the Winter lands! Is it too early to be this loud? Too late!"
Simon frowned at the clock radio. He didn't remember scheduling an alarm. "I'm Mr. Bones and this is human music! I'm going to start off with a favorite of mine, Zombie by the Cranberries!"
He went to turn it off but Nemeria tackled him before he could reach the button. "Do you dare." She said as she pulled him back into bed. "That song is a classic."
So instead of starting the day early they stayed in bed and listened to The Doors, Elvis Presley, Fleetwood Mac, Jimi Hendrix, Lou Reed, and Pink Floyd. It was surprisingly good, even if his wetware had a hard time translating the lyrics.
"Human music on the radio." Nemeria mused, her head on his chest. "I never thought I would see the day."
"Oh? I just assumed you people didn't like to share." Simon tousled her hair, it was starting to change from dull brown to a more vivid copper red.
"No. There are countermeasures in place, Haven would have sent a kill team to destroy anyone who tried or just blasted the site from orbit. We had a black market, exchanging things from the old world, books, music, things to keep us sane. But it was very hush hush." Nemeria looked at him, her eyes were different too, they were an almost opalescent green. Something had changed in her. "I want to read you something."
"Alright." Simon sat up, his muscular shoulders against the headboard and he listened as she recited Edna and Shakespeare from memory, beautiful human words, full of sentiment and meaning.
"That was beautiful." Simon said. "Why haven't you shared this with me before?"
"It wasn't allowed. You would have felt compelled to share it and then Haven would have come for you." She smiled, but for once there was no pain behind it, or guilt. Perhaps it was the first real smile he had even seen on her face. It was like a weight had been lifted. "But now, there is no Haven. We don't have to worry about them anymore. We can live our lives, start anew."
"You seem different… unburdened." Simon observed.
"I am. I woke up this morning and realized that I don't have to feel guilty for something someone else did. Something that I never played a part in. I should have realized it sooner, but something was blocking me from making the connection." She laid back in bed. "I feel… new? Is that the word? Yes, new. I feel like I'm not the same person who went to sleep last night."
The old hund's words echoed in Simon's mind. He had said he would crack Haven like an egg, destroy the Howl, then set everyone free. So was he free? How different would he be now that his programming no longer bound him to her?
Before they had parted the old hund had given him a piece of advice. He had told Simon that love was a choice, not a feeling. That if he wanted things to work out with Nemeria he would have to choose her, and keep choosing her, to decide once and for all that he would always love her. And to stand by that choice.
"Would you please give me your ring?" Simon asked. "There's something I need to do."
Nemeria slipped the silver band off her finger and handed it over. Then Simon sat her on the edge of the bed and knelt down. "The world is new, we are new, so I ask… will you marry me? Will you be my wife?"
Nemeria paused, realizing that she had a choice to make. Before then she had been hard coded to love him, hard coded to believe that she was someone, now all that was falling away. Her mind was free, unshackled. Unburdened. She remembered so much that had been kept hidden from her.
The Red Titan had stolen one of Esmerelda's backup clones and poured their mind into it, essentially putting the mind of one warden into the body of another. But that didn't make her them. She was someone else, someone new. She didn't have to pay for their mistakes anymore.
But what about Simon? Did she love him? Could she love him? Did she want to commit to this when her whole life was ahead of her? And the child, she had agreed to raise a child! Did she even know that she would like being a mother? Or that she would be a good one?
A soft caress brought her back to reality. It was Simon, touching her cheek with the tips of his fingers. "I don't know what is going on, or what tomorrow will hold, or even how I will feel, and it terrifies me. But I know that together we can face anything. We have a chance to choose for ourselves, and I choose you. I promise that I will always choose you."
Then as he went to slip the ring on her finger he repeated what she had told him when she handed him his first Vampirzahn. He didn't know where it came from or what it meant. But the sentiment had been clear, that she couldn't protect him from the world, that she couldn't keep him safe, that this was all she could give and she hoped that it would be enough. "It's dangerous to go alone, take this."
Nemeria laughed and accepted the ring. "Yes it is, isn't it? I suppose you're stuck with me now."
"Damn. Perhaps I should rethink things?" Simon laughed as he pulled her back into bed. "No, I think I like this." He gave her a playful nip on the side of the neck. "Yes, I believe I do."
They made love until the afternoon then went out for pastries and provisions. Somehow it felt right, finally choosing each other. They walked hand in hand, ignoring the looks of surprise at a human and a hund so boldly displaying their affection. GG had said she would contact them when the child was ready to be picked up.
"I can't believe Haven is actually gone." Nemeria said as she sat on a bench eating an ice cream cone. Technically they were in a graveyard, but between the sunshine and the families with their strollers it felt just like any other park.
She took a second to make sure nobody was listening. "I joined some of the old nets anonymously and asked around. Everyone says it was some kind of system failure, or possibly sabotage. Apparently the boosters just went haywire, spun it until it fell apart."
"It's hard to believe it." Simon looked up at the clear sky, there wasn't a single sign of the once proud space station. "I wonder if there will be a backlash against humans now that there isn't anything stopping us from getting even."
"Possibly, but we're resilient and useful. With Haven destroyed I expect you will see a lot of human tech being sold to the highest bidder. And not just tech, entertainment as well. There are a bunch of black market music and books that are going to see the light for the first time in centuries."
Simon felt a call come in from GG and he accepted it. The encryption in their wetware made sure nobody else could listen in. She got straight to the point.
"Someone took out all of the Howl's senior leadership last night." She said over the link, "It was a bloodbath."
Simon blinked in surprise. "What happened? And why wasn't I invited? Was it Las Brujas?" He replied back, his wetware translating thoughts to words.
"Details are sparse but apparently they had an emergency meeting to discuss what to do about the Haven situation and someone took the opportunity to clean house. It was some kind of commando style raid, nobody knows who or why. All the tapes and satellite images were erased. Just a lot of dead bodies." She sent him a few choice photos. "Multiple locations were hit simultaneously. All locations were remote and heavily guarded. Looks like whoever this was they hit hard and fast. Local security was packbound and armed to the teeth, didn't help. They were put down with precise shots and a minimum of fuss. Look familiar?"
He sucked in his breath. Somebody had been using a Jagdkommando carbine, he recognized the tiny entrance and massive exit wounds. Yes, they looked familiar. He had carried that same rifle.
Even five decades after their defeat Döbi still produced some of the most sought after weapons. Half the militaries on Homeworld used their hardware. But these were old classics, pre-war. Someone was sending a message.
New tech was all about drones and smart munitions. Why risk a soldier's life when you could lob a smart grenade through a window that would identify friend from foe and destroy the latter with smart shrapnel? No, this was old school. Someone looked them in the face and pulled the trigger.
Apparently the old hund hasn't been lying when he said he would destroy the Howl. But what kind of power vacuum would that leave? And who would step in? The Howl wasn't just a supremacist group. They ran weapons, narcotics and black market tech all over the globe. They had strongholds in various capital cities and major political protection.
"Any noise on who is going to step up now that they're out of commission?" Simon asked.
"It's too soon to say but my money is on the Bone Syndicate. They've been looking to expand and with the Howl out of the way they'll probably jump at the chance. They've been staying out of the news but my sources say they have been muscling out smaller gangs and taking over their turf. Nobody seems to mind because there aren't gunfights in the streets anymore. But it's still organized crime."
Simon was familiar with the Bone Syndicate, he had even done some work for them after they restructured a few decades back. Territory under their control tended to be mostly peaceful and safe, so long as you followed the rules. They even helped out during national disasters. But the line between gangsters and good samaritans tended to blur.
They might extort local restaurants then give them money to rebuild after a fire. They would blackmail politicians… to ensure a new school got funded. Or to pass a social welfare bill. It was almost as if they had decided that the best way for them to make money was to improve the areas which they controlled. And it was working.
They operated almost in the open and had so thoroughly greased all levels of local government that any attempt to take them down would cause a major budget crisis. But when they did choose violence, it was with massively overwhelming force and military precision. Yes, this sounded like their way of doing things. The old hund must have tipped them off.
"Any news on our bundle of joy?" Simon asked.
"Yes, she is en route." GG confirmed. "She should arrive in a few hours. We have papers for her ready as well as a safe house in Porto."
Porto? Now that was a surprise. "Why Porto?"
"Because they acknowledge mixed species marriages and it's one of the few places you have amnesty." GG reminded him. "You are technically a war criminal. Even if most of the world thinks you are dead."
After the war Porto had offered him amnesty in return for helping them hunt down and kill those responsible for the genocide of their fellow katzen. Porto was after all a mostly katzen nation and they knew how to hold a grudge. So he had joined a task force of other enhanced hunds and katzen with a similar thirst for blood and they had done their best to kill every last one of the people responsible. Afterwards he had gone into the private sector, but it was true, he did have a place to go if he ever felt like retiring.
He contemplated that for a moment. If he was going to raise a child he couldn't exactly run off for months at a time to do contract work. Perhaps it was time to retire, at least until she was grown. It wasn't like he needed the money. Perhaps it was time to become the warrior in the gardens like the old hund had said.
"How do you feel about moving to Porto?" Simon asked after he broke the connection.
"Oh, I have a little place near Intra, on the coast." Nemeria frowned. "I don't think I've been back in quite some time though. Let me check something…"
Her eyelids fluttered as she scanned the net. "Yes, the management company I hired is renting it out. I can have them cancel the bookings and make it ready for us, if that's what you want." She smiled. "It's quite well defended, I purchased it in my post-war phase when I thought everyone was out to get me. We could hold off an army there."
"Perfect." Simon said, squeezing her hand three times and receiving three squeezes back in reply. In the camps that had been their secret way of saying "I love you" and he was happy to see that she still remembered.
He looked out across the park and frowned. "Darling, was that church always there?"
Nemeria followed his gaze, her eyes narrowed. "No… I'd say it wasn't. Now the question is, was it hidden or did it just appear?"
Simon cocked his head to the side, surprised at the flexibility of her thought process. It was like she was waking up, becoming bright again, becoming the person he had fallen in love with in the camps. "Shall we investigate?" He asked.
"Oh yes. Definitely." Nemeria made a gesture with her fingers and he could almost swear there was a faint rainbow flickering of light in the palm of her right hand.
"Dearest, what was that?" He asked as they stalked across the graveyard.
"Oh, it's something old. It goes nicely with the something new." Nemeria said playfully, nudging him with her hip.
Simon mentally filed that strangeness into a drawer marked "wife/human stuff" and put it out of his mind. There was no sense trying to understand it all, to attempt to do so was to invite madness.
The church was old, hundreds of years old. With moss growing from the roof and black stones making up the walls. Which made it very strange indeed that it seemed to have just appeared out of nowhere and hadn't been there yesterday.
"Fascinating." Nemeria said as she turned around, not looking at the church but at the people around them. "Absolutely fascinating."
Simon didn't get it. "What is so interesting, my love?"
"It's an SEP field." Nemeria replied.
"And that is?" Simon pressed.
"Someone else's problem." She turned to him and smiled. "They can all see it, they just ignore it. But look at them. Really look."
Simon did as requested, they seemed like normal hunds to him. There were certainly more bicycles than he was used to but then again this was Coven. Then he looked with his other senses and he quickly realized that what was going on was anything but normal.
Almost everyone in the park was running some form of wetware, even the pups. Warhunds shared data along a kind of mesh network that mixed low power local signals with satellite uplinks and repeaters to allow them to communicate nearly instantly and move as a team. This was something similar but with vastly more users.
He looked up with his mind and touched a commercial recon satellite, purchasing some time through a shell company, accessing its spectral analysis capabilities. The whole city was a hotbed of activity, and the network was growing at an exponential rate.
A wave of digital traffic was spreading out over the country, awakening new mesh nodes as it went, strengthening and spreading the network. Soon it was in Döbi, Möhi, Sühi, and the rest of the continent.
He looked down, his own wetware telling him something very important. It wasn't just the living who were part of the network. Somehow it seemed to be leveraging the dead as well.
Some of the more recent graves seemed to be exchanging packets with the network. Answering queries perhaps? But what could the dead possibly have to say?
"Many things, I would imagine." Said a raspy voice from the entrance of the church, seemingly reading his thoughts. It was an old Döbian with high cut ears, but it was hard to say if it was the same one he had met in his dream. He was wearing plain black clothes and a white priest's collar rubbed with sandalwood, the traditional scent of his station. "Come, you don't want to be late for the wedding."
Nemeria and Simon exchanged a knowing look. "It's our wedding, isn't it?" Simon asked.
"Of course." The old hund said with a dry chuckle. "Who's else would it be? You know that this is one of the few places you two can get married, don't you? Why else bring you here?" He gestured for them to come inside.
Nemeria shrugged and walked towards the door, that same strange shimmer dancing around the fingertips of her right hand. "You said you brought us here. Why?"
"As bait, mostly." The old hund laughed as he turned his back on her and entered the building, talking as he walked. "But also because I have fond memories of this city. Plus the whole marriage thing. It was owed to you, a chance at a happy ending."
Nemeria looked at Simon and raised an eyebrow.
Simon just shrugged. "He's a friend… I think."
The church was well maintained, if dusty. The windows were not particularly ornate and the altar didn't hold anything worth stealing. Simon tried not to let his hackles rise at the idea of being used as bait. But bait for what? He wondered.
The old hund spun on his heel and faced Simon. "Bait… for a warden." He explained. "A very nasty warden who has quietly been growing their power and influence since the war. A cancer which, if unchecked, will spell the end of this world and all within it. Also he is a threat to my granddaughter, so that means he must die."
"How are you reading my mind?" Simon demanded angrily. It seemed like all he had to do was think of a question and the hund would answer it.
"Because to think of a question when we share a network, dear brother, is to ask it." The old hund replied cryptically. "Your wetware is querying me for information, seeing if I have an answer."
Simon frowned. "I know you… don't I? From before the war? You said we were like half brothers…" He felt a name coming to his lips, but it was as if the memory was fighting him. "Are you Gershwin's son? The pup he brought back from the dead? The reason for all this madness?"
"Yes, I am Kerner. As are many others." The old hund shrugged. "I suppose it is a very common name where I come from. Perhaps more common now."
Simon blinked. "Copies… you and the other hund I spoke with… you're copies of Kerner. The same mind spread out over different bodies." He could see it now, the advanced age made it hard to tell but this wasn't the same hund he had met in virtual.
"Duplicates yes, but not necessarily equals. Not until today." The old hund explained. "Only one of us at a time had the ability to make more, to overwrite wetware at will, to influence the Gravekeeper. But he patched out those vulnerabilities yesterday after Haven fell and the Howl was brought low. Now we are all just regular warhunds. The more recent of our number may revert back to their former selves, others will find a middle ground, and the old ones will most likely remain the same. After all, I have been Kerner for most of my life. I see little reason to change now."
"But how many of you are there?" Simon pressed.
"Many." Kerner said with a shrug. "Though now that I have revealed myself perhaps that number will decrease rapidly." The old hund chuckled, gesturing towards Nemeria. "Your other half will see to that if I am unable to stop him."
Now it was Nemeria's turn to be confused. "You don't mean Simon, do you?"
"No, I do not." The old hund sat down on an old wooden chair, looking up at the bare altar. "The problem with making copies is that the original still remains. I was made when Kerner was murdered by his sister during a training exercise. He jumped out of an airplane and realized half way down that his parachute had been sabotaged. I remember feeling his fear, his desperation, and I remember seeing him hit the ground."
The old hund looked back over his shoulder at her. "You my dear are one possible answer to a question. What does one do when the body does not fit the mind? Either the being must suffer, the body must change, or the mind must change."
The old hund went back to looking at the altar. "It's amazing how paths can split. You went one way, and he went another. You took a form to fit your mind, and he altered his mind to accept his form."
There was a polite knock on the ancient timbers of the open church door as a tall well built man with flaming red hair entered the building.
He looked at Simon and smiled. "Hello, Puppy." He said softly. It was Nemeria's old form, her old identity, the Red Titan, very much alive.
Simon realized now that the dead body he saw in the lab as they were fleeing had been a fake. This was Raul Reyes, in all his glory. A flash of anger rose in Simon as he realized that Raul had tricked him, made him think that he was alone for all these years. What a cruel thing to do to someone that you said you loved. The betrayal of it wrenched at Simon's heart, tearing open old wounds.
Simon reached out and took Nemeria's left hand, squeezing it firmly three times. "I choose you." He said. "I will always choose you. Fuck him, he's dead to me."
Nemeria squeezed back three times. "I have your back, whatever happens."

King Ageel has married Queen Lamia, the grand daughter of King Abdulaziz al Saud in a private ceremony attended by some Arab royals and family friends.
Queen Lamia looked breathtaking in her gorgeous white wedding dress. She styled her hair into a beautiful bun and finished off her look with a sparkling tiara and a sweeping, embroidered veil adorned with intricate flowers. King Ageel meanwhile, looked particularly dashing in a Royal Traditional Yemeni attire, boasting a Khanjar made of Gold strings and Ivory.
To commemorate the occasion, the Queen uploaded a photo of the engaged couple on Instagram along with the caption, “Grateful to my dear family for their heartfelt support and kind wishes. I didn’t think it was possible to hold so much joy in my heart! We pray that Allah grants us with his blessings."
In honor of the occasion, the Minister of Religious Endowments & Guidance in collaboration with tribal sheikhs, under auspices of the Crown Prince, over the months of February and March, have arranged mass weddings in every district of the Kingdom in an effort to help young couples with the cost of weddings.
The aim of this group wedding is to ease the cost that comes with organising a wedding and encouragement of younger couples that struggle to find the necessary funds to afford the marital ceremonies. and ,” said Sharaf Ali al Kulaisi, Minister of religious endowments & guidance and the head of the organising committee, "We are also hoping that organising such events will bring Yemenis closer together."
As per the registration conditions, the groom & bride must be Yemeni citizens over the age of 16 and the groom must fill the condition of not having another wife, and a deposit of $100 must be paid to guarantee a spot.
"The deposit has been returned back to the grooms, as this event is free of charge, in fact we have be provided them with gifts worth more than $200,” al Kulaisi said. The marriage ceremony will take place on the first day, followed by the wedding reception on the next day, “We will be providing all the sweets, and dinner for the both days and will cover all the costs,” Al Kulaisi added. “Many donors have shown their support for the national events, as funds for this event comes from local Yemeni businessmen and other Arabs in the region.” Al Kulaisi added.
The initiative, a first of its kind on a grand scale, encompasses all districts of Yemen, from bustling cities to remote rural areas, reflecting the King's commitment to inclusivity and the well-being of all citizens. It has been reported that over 50 thousand grooms have now been given the chance to kick start their marital life. Mood all over Yemen, South of Oman and Southwest of Saudi Arabia for the month of February and March has been festive as the Arabs celebrated the Wedding Season.

she cheated on me so i divorced her and watch her crippling in debt for the rest of her life :)