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This may possible put me into reddit AH territory, but there it is. I am very sick today, almost to the point of driving over to the local COVID testing point because it feels not unlike COVID (hence my flair which I figure is as good a choice as any other). But it's the last day of school at an online school, so I figure I can be cozy and do my little odds and ends of ending the day from my computer (no classes today). My students have until midnight to complete all their lessons. The vast majority have been done for awhile--it's kindergarten, it's not that hard as long as you are keeping up.
I did offer a big ol' timeslot this afternoon where they can come meet with me and I will help them finish anything. But my contract day has an end time.
So of course I have a parent asking me if they can send their kid to work with me towards the evening hours.
No, I reply, I am not available after that time.

Hey There!
I am not sure if this is the place for these types of questions. I’ve lurked in this subreddit a while, (mainly looking at technical advice and community support) and feel like there may be someone out here that could help/give me some good advice.
Apologies if this is incorrect/not in keeping with the sub!
I am a 29 year old looking to make the switch from construction project management to Google Cloud Migration Consultant in England.
I started working in construction from school, working on site for a year then progressing on to site management to project management (roughly 8 years project management experience)
Last year I began my journey into cloud computing to help my company transition their systems into the modern world.
With no technical people in the business and no knowledge of the cloud environment I enrolled myself on the Simplilearn Post Graduate Cloud computing program (which thankfully my company sponsored!)
The programme was heavy in cloud infrastructure, mainly AWS and Azure. 12 hours on the weekends 1-3 Hours after work in the week for 5/6 months.
I caught the bug and really enjoy the cloud environment, challenges and potential in cloud computing. After I had finished (and passed) my course I cleared the AWS Solutions Architect, then spent a few months learning GCP independently and managed to pass the PCA. I also have my PMP exam in a week and expect/hope to pass (currently sitting at 85-90% in mock tests)
I Find my current role in construction quite limited, with a lack of challenge/dynamism and see my future in cloud computing somewhere.
I understand and appreciate that the CPA / SAA don’t mean I am technically ‘technical’ and only years of experience will be good for those types of roles.
It’s not my goal to be a SA, but feel the studying and my research have given me a good base knowledge and understanding of core concepts and a deeper insight in to how GCP / Cloud computing works.
My main skills are project management, people/stakeholder management, team integration, communications, emotional intelligence, and picking up new skills/technologies fairly quickly. I really enjoy working within teams, meeting, engaging with new people, managing relationships and feel like the cloud migration consultant role and my skillset go hand in hand.
I wanted to ask if anyone here has made a similar transition or if there are any googlers with advice on possible next steps or alternartive roles they think would be a good fit ?
Any help or advice will be really appreciated.
Best Regards,
Esk1mo

I've been part of a friend group of four formed in grad school. I really thought I had found my people. They seemed to be accepting of my choice to be childfree and I never judged them for having or wanting to have children, I was respectful and kept my mouth tightly shut on issues I didn't know enough about. I'm a people pleaser and always want to make everyone feel included and comfortable even when it's at my own expense.
Two of my friends were mothers of different aged children, one other friend just had her baby a few months ago. I could see before my eyes how deep the bond between mothers is, and felt a bit left out during our latest meeting. But I tried to be optimistic and thought they would value my presence even if I didn't have much to contribute to the conversation at times.
Today I discovered that after the last of my friends had had her child, they have been meeting without me, without even once asking me to join. And I'm pretty sure they talk about other stuff than their kids most of the time.
I feel crushed. Off course everyone is free to choose their company and I certainly wouldn't want anyone to hang out with me just because of obligation or pity.
What kills me is how instantly I was cut once the mommy-club had been formed. It didn't even take two months.
I have depression, anxiety and c-ptsd which makes making new friends pretty difficult. I guess thirties is hard for childfee people socially anyway.
Just needed to vent.

The trials and tribulations of a single father, who one day meets the reincarnation of his deceased wife. ... Read If My Wife Became An Elementary School Student - Chapter 55 - MangaPuma. Read more at https://mangapuma.com/if-my-wife-became-an-elementary-school-student/chapter-55

I have a 13.5YO pug (Pebbles) who was given to me as a teenager. She has been a blessing and a curse. I love her to pieces – she is hilarious and sassy – but she's been falling apart slowly since about age 8. Started with not being able to jump up anymore and weird episodes of "doggy dementia" that later turned out to be delirium from undiscovered UTIs. This road would become much more winding as another vet discovered she had severe lumbo-sacral arthritis and a pug-specific problem with spinal cord compression (very similar to Degenerative Myelopathy or "DM").
Before you write me off as mentally insane, I need to preface her care with the fact I am in my last year of medical school and our current vet has helped and encouraged me to do all of this for her. I wanted to do it and I had the background to adapt.
To sum it up and speed things along, she now no longer walks and only "scoots" independently. We got her a custom wheelchair at age 11 when she started dragging her feet and falling. That went great for a couple years and we even went for regular walks until the arthritis hit the front legs too. I then moved on to "hydropug therapy" in the tub which she still enjoys. She does spend most of her time sleeping.
She still struggles with recurrent UTIs, it ended up being *very* complex and multifactorial ... we've tried all the supplements, all the meds and wipes. Ended up on antibiotics again and again for five years and now, I have to regularly express her bladder outside, which she is not a fan of. She controls her sphincter still, but not the bladder muscle. I trained her to "potty" by letting go so I could squeeze her abdomen to empty the bladder. But she dislikes it, so she picks her legs up and stops prematurely. And then has remaining urine in her bladder. Which causes a UTI. (She can let go and pee some on her own in an emergency but that never happens.)
When she had another UTI based on a urine test strip I use, our regular vet was booked out. We saw an ER vet. When the sensitivity / culture came back, she stated we could just put her down because "you're clearly tired and so is she." I wanted to try one of the few safer antibiotics options we still had at that time. She suggested if she were to get another infection or for doxycycline to not work, I should really just put her down.
Went in for the recheck with the regular vet and she not only has her infection worsened, she has a multi-drug resistant organism with only The Big Gun left. An antibiotic called chloramphenicol that is banned in the US for humans. It's so toxic, no one in the house but Pebbles can touch it. I also have to watch her like a hawk or separate her from the other pets because she could have diarrhea and NO ONE CAN TOUCH IT. Its potential (but uncommon) side effects are permanent bone marrow failure, organ damage, etc you get the picture. There are a few people who report their experience with a dog on it. Some dogs go uncured, some get cured and just have GI upset. Crap shoot.
Our regular vet who has known us for years said, "I don't think it's time to put her down. Each patient is a unique case and you are able to do a lot for her. Did the other vet know you're almost done with medical school ...?"
The almost bigger issue is even what will happen after we cure this infection? We still have the same issue: she does not like being expressed and puts in bare minimum compliance. Yes, even with treats.
Our regular vet felt like we should try the chloramphenicol and go back on one of the drugs that helps her pee better (strengthens her bladder tone, bethanecol if anyone cares). I think I only tried that one for her briefly a while back cuz I didn't think it helped, but I'm not measuring her bladder output so who knows.
Our regular vet didn't feel like it was time to put her down. Pebbles still does her favorite things: eat (she's a pug), snuggle with fervor and do some activity like short walks in her wheelchair and "hydropug" therapy.
What makes this even harder is she is acting like Pebbles ... the "doggy dementia" stopped years ago when we aggressively treated her UTIs. She still runs us over in her wheelchair before meals. Still very much herself and with energy. All her other organs and blood tests come back great and very healthy. Good dental health since I brushed her teeth / got dentals. CLINICALLY, she looks fine (no fever, chills, appetite loss, etc). But every time we have to do these antibiotics, she gags and coughs, gets diarrhea. It does affect her.
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This is one of the hardest decisions of my life and it's affecting my study performance for a board exam. My options are basically
1) Do the chloramphenicol which may not work and could make her sick. Hope adjusting things after changes her UTI susceptibility.
2) Leave her alone and watch for signs of infection spread into her kidney or bloodstream and euthanize then.
3) In-home euthanasia in three weeks when my partner is home from a work trip. Hope it doesn't fuck me up too bad before my board exam a few weeks later.
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I would like others' honest thoughts because those closest to me and our two vets all have different opinions. Do the antibiotic, leave her alone to decline, euthanize on a high note. I don't even know. I have been in mental anguish over this and not doing well at all. I ask that you please limit your opinion to what I have included because if Pebbles makes it into my medical residency, I have a supportive partner who will WFH next year and can hire a dog sitter with vet experience to express her, give attention, etc. if we're both busy. Pebbles is a very spoiled pug.
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Dog tax: young Pebbles and old Pebbles

I(24F)was travelling from Kalkaji mandir to Malviya Nagar(4-5 stations and 1 metro change)to meet a friend in select city walk. A couple boarded with their 5 children, yes 3 were teenagers and 2 were 10+ years old(3 girls and 2 boys). The father entered and sat with the wife. The kids were just creating nuisance, kicking on passengers sitting nearby and no one told them to behave. The father on the other hand was sitting in front of me and constantly gazing at my non existent cleavage(FYI,was wearing a full sleeved shirt)I know I should have told him to go from the female coach but he seemed very rowdy and I didn’t want to get involved in a verbal fight. Also they seemed from a normal family cuz I saw them eating at a good place in select city walk after the train ride. How to deal with such men?

Basically, gophering is the precept whereby after you match with someone on a dating app—and put time and effort into making (days, or sometimes weeks of) small talk—the potential suitor jumps ship at the prospect of taking things IRL. The person sucks up your witty banter and flirtatious one-liners, much like Punxsutawney Phil soaking up the sun, only to disappear at the first sign of contact. Plus, unlike ghosting, gophering stops the relationship from sprouting past the seed stage. You’re precipitously robbed of a potential crush, along with the excitement of meeting someone you can actually hold a conversation with (from behind the screen, of course).
To that end, dating app Plenty of Fish identified a similar trend called OnlyPlans, which is the act of “repeatedly planning dates with someone, but never actually following through on them.” The term involves a single person chatting online with another single person, and agreeing to meet IRL for a first date—only to cancel last minute. “52 percent of singles have experienced this situation,” per the report, which mirrors the same disappointment that follows being gophered.
Yet, from where I stand, ‘keeping guards up’ seems to be at the root of the problem. If there’s one theme gophering and ghosting share, it’s fear of rejection. “[Cutting communication early on] may feel psychologically safer than engaging in direct conversations about wants, needs, desires and boundaries, because they can get their needs met on their own terms without having to face the vulnerability and discomfort that comes with the potential for abandonment and change,” explains Stacey Diane Arañez Litam, Ph.D., a licensed professional clinical counselor, in a recent Forbes article. Meaning, an overwhelming majority of singles would rather forfeit possible connections (gopher someone) than risk being rejected IRL.
We’re Calling It: Gophering Is the New Ghosting (msn.com)

While this story is incredibly long I will keep it short. The exterior of my home, roof and skylight have been left in a horrible state of disrepair by my Huntington Beach California HOA since 07/16/15. I have email trails a mile long of them disregarding my pleas for the repairs for which they are responsible per our CC&R's. They kept putting it off. I pretty much gave up until 10/12/21 and went to yet another board meeting pleading that since I had not been able to work due to the pandemic (and still have not due to health issues) that they needed to repair my home of 31 years so I could either rent it or sell it. It is now 06/06/23, they still have not made the repairs and are intending on foreclosing on my home. I don't know what to do. They created this situation and are taking advantage of it.
They quoted Place v. Nabor as a means to take my property due to non-payment but nothing about the fact that the HOA is what led to this. Does anyone have a counter case to quote back to them?
“A system that would tolerate a [condominium] owner's refusal to pay an assessment because the unit owner asserts a grievance . . . would threaten the financial integrity of the entire condominium operation. … These statutory provisions reflect the Legislature's recognition of the importance of assessments to the proper functioning of condominiums in this state. Because homeowners associations would cease to exist without regular payment of assessment fees, the Legislature has created procedures for associations to quickly and efficiently seek relief against a nonpaying owner. Permitting an owner to broadly assert the homeowners association's conduct as a defense or "setoff" to such enforcement action would seriously undermine these rules.”
My understanding is that most attorneys who handle HOA's don't do it on contingency, but I don't have a penny to my name right now, the only asset I have is my home. I tried calling the city for all the code violations, the District Attorney, Legal Aid, the Attorney General site, I even looked up the Institute for Justice but none of them handle this type of case. Does anyone know about any organizations that are the type that handle cases to set new laws and right injustices similar to the Institute for Justice.
As a last resort, I may have to dump my condo and then use the proceeds to go after them for my losses however I really don't want to do that, it is my home. I have spoken to a few real estate attorneys but they did't handle HOA's. Does anyone know what TYPE of attorney would handle this or do you have recommendations for a RUTHLESS, PITBULL of an attorney in my area that will go after them with a vengeance?
Any help would be appreciated. Thank you.

Have been an introvert till high school and mostly focused on myself and didn't feel much then. But now it feels like that was a depressing time of my life, like I had no social life whatsoever, and I didn't even care.
Anyway I became much more open in college, tried talking to a lot of people. Made some friends, put a lot of efforts to maintain those friendships. Right now also I have just started my internship and I'm in an environment where you meet new people everyday.
So enough about the context. My question to all of you is this, being more open and interacting with people is draining me mentally. Sometimes I think I was better off when I didn't care about anyone except my family. Wish I could go back to that state now :(.
I'm unable to understand people, like I want to make real friends and have deep long term friendships. I always take an interest in the other person, text them randomly to chat about random things and do a whole lot of other stuff for many people sometimes even strangers.
What makes me really sad and keeps me up at night is that all of the people I have given my time to without any second thought are kind of selfish. They don't show it directly but actions speak louder. They think like 10 times before spending a bit of their time on me. Most of them have some other priorities and I'm just another person in their life. Sometimes I feel like I'm too naive and have a childish mentality. Spending some time in the corporate world has made this even more clear to me that people are just selfish.
Do I expect too much from people or from life. I don't know and on this I need your opinion. Like some wise people told me that at the end no one cares about your happiness except your family, is this really true. Then Why am I not like that, why do I feel (happy or sad) for so many people involved in my life.
Is there something wrong with me :( and most importantly are there others like me out there.

Hi, sorry I didn’t update before, it’s been hectic, between my kids routine changes with the school year ending, my wife, my business, and the situation with my ex, I haven’t been able to even watch the last season of Succession.
First I want to clear some things.
-I saw a lot of people got fixated on the fact that I gave the condo to my ex, I get it, but in the moment I was just so low, I still had some love for her too I guess, and I wanted to get rid of everything, so I thought “well, she will need a place for her and her child and it will be faster to just give it to her”, so I did, even against my lawyer’s advice.
-My wife did not cheat on me, she slept with someone weeks before we even met, then we met, a month after that we went on our first date, 2 months into our relationship she finds out she was pregnant, we talked and moved forward but slowly, we didn’t move in together the next day, we just stayed together to see how thing would go, it could have ended at any time, but it didn’t, and we moved in together when [kid] was almost a year old.
-MIL has some weird spiritual thing with some of her friends going on since forever, it never bothered me really, but I do think some of her views are questionable, I did mention to her that I gave my ex the condo, she said “but you don’t know if she still has it”. Someone said that that’s what she thinks because she cheated on FIL and my wife oand her siblings may be a product of that, honestly I don’t feel comfortable bringing that up with my wife right now or anyone for that matter, so I won’t do that.
Okay, so, a few things happened.
I got all the documentation about the divorce, I made copies and hand them to my wife’s family and made sure everyone could see the whole thing, I got some mixed reactions.
There were people who told me they knew my ex was clearly crazy from the beginning and said next to nothing because they thought it was obvious but that those who believed her were just as crazy so talking to them would be like talking to a wall so they just move on, they did apologize for not saying anything, they didn’t think it could be so detrimental to me when “it’s clearly fake”, I’m not mad at them now, with most of them we’re not exactly close, they’re extended relatives.
Others did believed my ex at first because she had “evidence”, but after showing them my documents they apologize profusely, and said they would support me suing her and be witnesses and such.
And then there were those who still believe my ex, like cousin, cousin’s wife, aunt, and a few others who are close to them that accuse me of falsifying documents. BIL who’s close to cousin has said nothing about anything, he doesn’t seem to be on their side but did not admit he was wrong either, just silence from him.
I filed a restraining order, the temporary one was denied, but I have a hearing schedule.
I had a meeting with one of my biggest clients last week, we’ve known each other for a long time, professionally, we’re not friends, but he knew I got divorced years ago, when he arrived at the reception I received him and asked him to follow me, he stopped me and said someone went to his office and told him about me abandoning a child, and asked me if it was true, I said it was false, told him a brief recap and offered to show him my divorce documents, he said it was not needed, he trusts my word and offered his help if I need it in the future, we moved on to our meeting. I was really pissed that she actually went for my business but then something even worse happened.
My lawyer has been drafting a cease and desist letter and I was debating whether I should just sue her or wait for the letter, then Saturday happened.
I took my kids to the mall to buy some things for summer, school classes are over but their school still has some activities during the week and there’s a big event next weekend, and other things we needed to buy things for. We went and left my wife at home to relax, it’s getting harder for her. When we came back I gave the kids some bags and told them to go inside with them, mama has a snack for them, I would handle the rest, I do a few trips in and out of the house, and when I’m finishing unloading the trunk I hear “mommy?”, I turn around and there was a little girl standing there, I was confused, the girl seem scared, then I see my ex approaching, she tells the girl “yes, that’s what she was supposed to be”, the girl was still and silenced for the rest of the exchange, but my ex went off on me.
I’m paraphrasing here but this is basically the exchange:
Ex: I can’t believe you wouldn’t want to be in her life, she’s an amazing kid, an innocent kid that did nothing wrong, you just abandoned her, and for what? For a random whore who sleeps with everyone, gets pregnant and then makes you responsible for her kid.
Me: wasn’t it you who tried to do that?
Ex: I was not a random chick, it was different.
Me: Yeah, the difference is that she did not cheat on me and I chose to be responsible, she didn’t try to force me.
Ex: That doesn’t make it fair!!!! How could you not think of her(points to the little girl) when you bring kids from the street and care for them(in reference to our two older kids being adopted), your kids go to private school while I have to move for her to go to the school I want her to go to, is she invisible to you?
Me: Are you nuts? Please leave, I don’t have time for this.
Ex: What? You don’t want your perfect little family see who you really are?
Me: You leave or I call the police.
Ex: as if you would do that, just be reasonable for once and we won’t have any more problems.
Then my wife came out of the house
Wife: I already call the police, they’re on their way, I suggest you leave before they arrive, [me] come inside.
I grabbed the last two bags and went inside, through the window I saw my ex grabbing the little girl be her arm are rather harshly and drag her to her care, then she left, now I’m actually worried about the girl.
The police showed up, we talked to them, showed them footage(we have cameras), even footage from my car, I filed again for a temporary restraining order and was approved, so that’s good for now. I told my lawyer to forget about the letter, I’m suing her ass.
And I can confirm she doesn’t live in the condo anymore, I’m not sure what happened to it or where she’s living know but we’ll see.

Day 1:
Few of the tributes got much sleep that night. The parties all throughout the Capitol did not end until dawn, and the noise could be heard in the accommodation building. Vannery and Carton ate breakfast slowly, like zombies. They were subsequently taken to the holding rooms. Organza wished Carton good luck before accompanying Vannery in her cell. She kept trying to reassure her as she put on her beige shorts and t-shirt. The young girl attached her hair with a purple ribbon that had been provided and climbed into the glass tube. Organza hugged her one last time, feeling her tears soaking her shoulder.
It was Platonia Travers who accompanied Carton. She muttered to herself about the outfit choice for this year. She tried to be cold to the boy, but she accepted to help him tie the purple ribbon to his wrist. He gave her a sad smile : “I probably won’t come back, but it’s nice to know that everyone in the Capitol isn’t heartless.” Platonia stood, mute, as the boy’s platform started to rise. She couldn’t keep the tears in this time.
A few cells over, the atmosphere was as morose. Alexandra had finally deigned to discuss their strategy with Delta. She accepted his plan of staying on the sidelines while he ran to the cornucopia. Still, he looked at her suspiciously and hounded her about working together for the whole breakfast. Halifax gave Delta one last pill to combat the morphling withdrawal, assuring him that the only symptoms he would experience were a mild headache and maybe some stiffness. He subsequently accompanied him to his holding room while Sean Callahan went with Alexandra.
Halifax took advantage of being alone with his mentee : “You shouldn’t trust her. I know these kinds of girls. They look harmless, but they’ll stab you in the back as soon as you let down your guard.”
“But-but…”
“You like her, huh ? Too bad, she doesn’t. So, man up and move on !”
Delta did not know what else to say. He climbed into the glass tube in silence, his brows forming a single black line over his dark eyes.
In the next holding room, another conversation was happening. “You don’t plan on allying with Delta, do you ?” asked Sean Callahan. Alexandra looked away coyly. “ I have other plans… With Angelo, we have an agreement.”
The mentor sighed, but he did not criticize the girl. He just told her to be prudent. You couldn’t trust careers. Alexandra nodded then flinched as the glass tube started descending from the ceiling.
The first thing she noticed as she rose into the arena was the noise. She hadn’t even emerged that she could hear a cacophony of bird songs. It was almost deafening, and she covered her ears before protecting her eyes from the sunlight.
The racket made Delta’s headache intensify. He first looked to his sides ; Hattie (3) cowered on the left while Angelo (2), on the right, was focusing on the cornucopia. This year, it had been made out of a thin weave of golden metal, almost like a very shiny basket. After this zoom on the cornucopia, the cameras started moving around to show off the arena. The tributes stood in the clearing of a dense rainforest. The terrain was relatively flat, with a few creeks and an explosion of colorful flowers. The main attraction of it was the birds, however, as thousands of them fluttered about, sang, and screamed.
As Carton looked around for his allies, Head Gamemaker Vishwa welcomed the tributes and wished the odds to be ever in their favor before starting the 30 seconds countdown. With Borea (5) and the girl from 10 to his sides, he didn’t feel safe. He finally found what he was looking for, but he didn’t like that his allies were so spread out. He made eye contact with Rivage and Vannery but was unable to see Sardine, who stood on the opposite side of the cornucopia.
Vannery caught sight of her district partner, as well as Sardine. She gave them a small wave, but made the mistake of looking to her left, where Perfecto (1) was sneering at her. Georges (N), on the other side, was just as intimidating. Instead, she looked straight ahead. As the countdown reached ten, she spotted a coil of rope on the outside of the cornucopia.
Delta had been pondering, unsure if it was worth entering the bloodbath. Alexandra, who happened to be just two podiums over, winked at him. She then pointed to the cornucopia. He understood. At that moment, the countdown reached zero. He sprinted to the center of the clearing, expecting her to follow, but she stayed on her podium.
On later replays, it was shown that Alexandra was winking at Angelo and not her district partner. As the boy from 2 sprinted forth to the cornucopia, the girl waited for a few seconds. She moved only when most of the other tributes were too occupied and grabbed a knife as well as a small bag of food. Angelo acted like he helped the other career tributes in order to pick up weapons and supplies, but as soon as they were occupied, he joined Alexandra. The pair was actually one of the first to leave the clearing, not counting Circuit (3) and the pair from 10 who had run away immediately.
When Vannery realized that she was running side to side with Perfecto (1), she immediately changed course and ran to Carton. She had to give up on the rope but managed to pick a water bottle off of the corpse of the boy from 9, who had just been stabbed by Glare (9).
If the career pack didn’t notice the disappearance of one of theirs, it wasn’t the case for Delta. When he saw his district partner escape with Angelo, he became enraged. He tried to exit the cornucopia. Fraxen then attacked him to try and steal his backpack. Delta threw him to the ground and punched him so hard it broke his neck. Now he had lost trace of Alexandra. As the fighting started to die down, he ran in a random direction.
Carton had dodged one of Glare’s knives and grabbed a bag of food and an unwieldy lance before Vannery and Rivage joined him. The trio heard Sardine scream from the other side of the cornucopia. Carton wanted to go and help her, but a second gargled wail convinced him that they couldn’t do anything else, especially since Proserpina (2) had now retrieved her axe from Sardine’s chest. As they left, they could hear the crunching of Ora’s neck (12) at the hands of Georges (N).
Meanwhile, Alexandra and Angelo were already far away, giggling at each other. It was only after Perfecto had stabbed Hattie (3) to death that the career pack noticed Angelo’s absence, but they didn’t seem bothered by it.
Delta was halfway to the perimeter when the five bloodbath cannons sounded. He was still seething, and the running helped him calm down. Eventually, he collapsed on the side of and old mossy tree, out of breath. Once he was a little better, he explored his surroundings. The big tree had a hole in his roots where Delta could fit, although it was a squeeze. He decided to stay there for now and used moss to hide himself. He also put some in his ears, which helped with his headache.
Carton, Rivage and Vannery had been running in the opposite direction. They wanted to put the most distance between themselves and the other tributes. They stopped long after the bloodbath cannons had sounded. They set up camp a few hundred feet away from the Northern part of the perimeter, next to a creek. Carton helped Rivage to take inventory. He had the lance, Rivage had gotten a trident, and between the three of them they had enough food to last two days at most. The bottle Vannery had taken was only half full, but the water of the creek was clear and drinkable.
The trio decided to stay put. Vannery and Carton would work on a shelter while Rivage fished for their dinner, as they had agreed to during training. In the early afternoon, they heard hurried footsteps coming their way. The boys readied their weapon, protecting Vannery between the two of us. Circuit (3) came running into their little encampment, which took him by surprise. He skidded to a halt and turned around as quickly as he’d arrived, leaving the trio dumbfounded.
Angelo and Alexandra had quite enough supplies to last a while. He held a sword in his hand and an “emergency axe” strapped to his back, while Alexandra held two knives. At first, they wanted to get away from the careers, but Alexandra eventually convinced Angelo to follow them from afar. They weren’t really hard to track, their bickering could be heard over the constant chatter of the birds. The noise also covered them. Proserpina, Glare and Perfecto were circling around the central clearing, slowly moving away from it. In the late afternoon, they discovered Forger (12) who was lying unconscious. He had received a deep wound during the bloodbath and was now at the mercy of the other tributes. Proserpina killed him.
The subsequent cannon surprised Vannery. She had climbed on top of a tree to get a view of the arena, and the sudden sound almost made her loose her grip. She didn’t fall, but while reaching her hand for a hold, she grabbed something warm and spherical. It crumbled and a viscous liquid dripped onto her finger. She looked up. She had inadvertently grabbed an egg from a nest. She was silent a moment, and a bright purple starling looked at her. “Oh no !” she whispered to herself. The bird screamed louder than she thought possible. Then it attacked.
All the birds in a radius of 50 feet coalesced into a multicolored tornado. Vannery fell to the ground, fortunately not hurting herself on the way down, and a feathery mass started clawing and pecking at her. They also attacked Carton and Rivage, who had been chilling at a distance. They batted the volatiles away, trying not to get scratched. Vannery managed to get up and run to the makeshift tent they had built. She picked up Carton’s lance and swung it, hitting some of the birds. She swung a second time and hit the metallic water bottle with a resounding CLANG! It seemed to stun the birds, but Vannery was too busy keeping them out of her face. Carton, however, noticed their reaction to the noise. He shouted loudly and flailed his arms : “Make noise ! They don’t like noise !”. Just his screaming was enough though. Eventually, the three tributes managed to drive the mutts out by hitting their weapons against rocks and the water bottle and screaming as loud as they could.
Delta also had an encounter with some angry birds. Those were red, with a long curvy beak and fearsome talons, but he managed to kill them all with a big branch he used as a bat. He then ate them, cooked over a small fire. Argus berated him for building a fire that could alert the other tributes to his location. However, the “Aviary Jungle” as it had been baptized by Urania Whimsiwick herself, was way too dense for anyone to see the smoke.
As the sun started to set, Delta squeezed himself back into his root hole, being careful to camouflage himself with moss. He held his branch in front of him just in case. An hour later, two cannons sounded in quick succession. They belonged to the pair from 10, who had had the great idea of making an omelet. The flock did not appreciate that…
When the sun started to set, Angelo suggested he and Alexandra find a place to sleep, preferably away from the career pack. She agreed, so they stopped following. They looked for a safe spot in the light of the dusk, eventually settling on the middle of a tight thicket. It was complicated to get inside, but the small space was comfortable, and the pair even had a view of the darkening sky. They ate some food then laid down, hand in hand. “Your district partner doesn’t seem to mind that you ditched her” joked Alexandra.
“I don’t think she cares. Maybe they believe I’m dead. But they’re not looking for us at least.”
“I think Delta is, though. You should have seen his face when he saw us. I almost feel bad about leading him on.”
“Don’t worry, we’ll get rid of him if he isn’t dead yet.”
“I’m sure he’s feeling the same thing”, responded Alexandra before going to sleep. Angelo kept the first watch.
In another section of the arena, Carton took the first watch. He had spent the remaining hours of daylight cleaning his wounds, along with Rivage and Vannery. The two of them slept, hoping to feel better the next day.
A little before midnight, Rivage awoke. He came to sit next to Carton, and the boys talked about their families, their school. Suddenly, a cannon sounded. It belonged to Ulma (7), who had stumbled upon Quinoa’s (9) camp by accident. The younger girl had not hesitated to stab a pointy branch in Ulma’s throat. This cannon prompted Carton to go to sleep, Rivage taking second watch.
At midnight, the hymn of Panem resounded in the arena and the portraits of the 9 fallen appeared in the sky : Hattie (3), Sardine (4), Fraxen and Ulma (7), the boy (9), both (10), Ora and Forger (12). This left 17 tributes after an eventful and interesting day.
Day 2:
Delta didn’t sleep much that night. The uncomfortable position coupled with a strong headache meant that he was up before the sunrise. As the first hints of blue appeared to the east, Delta got up. He needed to occupy his mind. The moss had stuck to his clothes, and he decided to take advantage of it. He caked his face and hands in mud and used it to stick more moss to his clothes. Urania commented that he looked like a green Orang-utang, which prompted laughter in the Capitol. Once he was fully camouflaged, he started roaming the arena. Stealthily at first, but as the sun rose and the birds started their cacophony as well, he allowed himself to move a little faster.
Alexandra and her district partner had spent a restful night. As she awoke, she was surprised to be cuddling with Angelo. Her rousing awakened him, and he turned around to look at her, puzzled. “I guess you’re the little spoon”, she joked. They ate cereal bars in awkward silence. Soon, the voices of the career pack walking in their direction prompted the pair to hide. Proserpina and Perfecto were loudly arguing about someone stealing their water bottles. Unbeknownst to them, it had been Glare who had hidden them in her own bag.
As they moved away from her, Alexandra suggested they follow the trio like the day before. Angelo thought it was a safe strategy as long as they kept their distances. They made their way out of the thorny thicket and followed. A few minutes later, a scream warned them that something was going on. It was Glare (1). She’d walked into a trap laid by Georges the day before and was now hanging upside down from a rope. Perfecto started to help her, but the stolen bottles fell from her bag, along with a few hidden knives and more food. Instead of killing her, as Perfecto wanted to do, Proserpina convinced him to leave her there. She screamed and screamed. Proserpina and Perfecto left her there wiggling. Before Alexandra and Angelo could arrive, the thin rope holding up Glare by the ankle snapped. She fell headfirst on the ground and her cannon sounded. Alexandra winced, but Angelo told her that it was better this way, since you could survive for many hours hanging this way. Then another cannon sounded.
Delta had been unsuccessful for a few hours. He had avoided a couple of poorly made traps and fought off a flock of tiny yellow canaries but had been unable to find another tribute. Eventually, he decided to change tactics. He found a path that clearly looked like it was in use and hid in proximity. His ambush eventually worked. Lavandine (11) walked past him, clutching a meagre stick in her pale hands. She didn’t even notice him getting up and following her, his branch raised. Many viewers thought it looked cartoonish, the tiny girl, followed by a big man with a club, not noticing anything. Glare’s cannon gave him the signal he expected, and he swung at her head. Lavandine flew and crashed into a patch of ferns. Her head was bloody, but she was still alive. Delta walked up to her in order to finish what he had started. The cameras cut to another group of tributes.
For the whole morning, Vannery, Rivage and Carton had been staying put. They foraged, fished, and built rudimentary spears just in case. Vannery climbed trees, very carefully in order not to disturb any more birds, so she could spot any tributes. Eventually she did, a little after midday. The pair from district 5 was heading their way. They were armed.
Vannery transmitted the information to the boys, who debated leaving or fighting. “Let’s fight !” said Vannery. There were 3 of them against 2, and they had weapons. Carton had his lance, Rivage his trident, and her… a spear and a rock would do the trick. So, they waited for what felt like a century. As soon as Borea and Zapp entered their field of vision, they attacked. The pair was surprised, but not enough to let themselves be killed that easily. Borea shouted at Zapp to run while she fended of Rivage’s trident with her sword. She had wrapped metal coil all around her arms, as she had seen on one of the older games. They clashed for an instant, enough time for her to disarm him, and then she ran too. On the way, she threw an egg she’d hidden in her pocket to the group. A flock of angry sparrows was the distraction the pair from 5 needed to escape.
Proserpina and Perfecto seemed to have made up a little and were now actively hunting. Still, they weren’t aware of the couple _ the “double A couple” as they were now called in the Capitol _ following them from afar. They dared not speak, but the looks they shared meant a lot more. They say love makes you blind, and maybe that’s why Alexandra didn’t see the orange and turquoise pheasant she walked on. It screamed and ran away, catching the attention of Proserpina. She turned around and shouted, “I knew it !” before charging at Angelo and her ally. Her first axe hit a tree a few inches above Alexandra’s head. She was hesitant to fight a career, but Angelo had already jumped into the fray and was now battling his district partner. So, she ran at Perfecto, who was lagging behind. He quickly turned around and sprinted when Proserpina’s cannon sounded. Angelo had managed to stab her in the gut. The look of betrayal was still printed on her face as the hovercraft claw took her away.
The pair was unsure if they needed to pursue the boy from 1, as Angelo assured that he was an “ego-inflated wimp” . Instead, they rifled through the bag Proserpina had dropped and decided to rest a little. They could have stayed there longer if it hadn’t been for the fire…
After getting rid of the birds, the trio decided to keep following Zapp and Borea (5) in order to get their supplies. Vannery managed to track them thanks to their footprints and the trail of broken branches. They found them quite quickly. Indeed, the gamemakers had decided to trigger a forest fire in order to move the tributes around a little. This explained why they had seen so many birds flying away. The pair from 5, however, had found themselves cornered on three sides by the flames, and the last side was where Carton and his allies arrived from.
Rivage thrusted his trident straight into Borea’s back, sounding her cannon. Carton’s lance, however, flew past Zapp and into the fiery inferno. The boy from 4 barely had the time to pick up his trident before a tree fell, smashing into the boy from 5 and sounding his cannon. As other trees started to creak and groan, Vannery led the boys back to the creek, where she believed the water would keep them safe.
Delta ran as soon as he smelled smoke. He ended up in a small clearing in the Southern part of the arena. As the grass quickly burned, he jumped into the flames. Many viewers gasped, thinking he had just killed himself, but he just ran a few seconds then stopped. Argus explained that the fire had been controlled in a way that it burned quickly and extinguished itself just as fast. From his spot of scorched earth, Delta was safe for now. From the sky descended a small silver parachute bearing the number 6. It contained a water bottle and some aspirin. Delta was the only one to use this strategy successfully. A few minutes after him, Circuit (3), who was shorter and weaker, tried. He fell face first into the fire and did not get up, his cannon sounding a few moments later.
Angelo and Alexandra were some of the closest to the central clearing, so it was after the three cannons that the fire reached them. They ran. Angelo was practically flying but the fire was catching up to Alexandra. Another tree cracked. It crashed onto the girl, pinning her legs to the ground. Thankfully, it was a much younger tree, and it did not cause her much more damage. For an instant, Alexandra thought the boy from 2 would just keep running. That he would be glad to get rid of yet another opponent. But he turned around. He used his axe as a lever, bending it in the process, to get the girl free. Then he picked her up onto his back and ran again. Angelo was not a very muscular tribute, but he proved to be quite a strong one.
Neither Carton, nor his allies had suffered any injury thanks to Vannery’s quick thinking. The creek was wide enough to protect them from the flames, and they avoided any falling branch. Quinoa (9) had had the same idea. She internally debated reaching the small group, but eventually decided not to. In the late afternoon, it started to rain, revealing that many of the trees and plants of the forest were actually fireproof. It was much sparser now, but the rain cleaned off the soot and, soon enough, the forest was green again.
Rivage, Vannery and Carton huddled together. They stayed that way for the whole evening, until Carton took the first watch while the other two went to sleep.
Delta was almost unharmed too, apart from a few minor burns on his ankles. The aspirin had taken effect, and for once in a long time, he felt totally clear headed. He hoped his district partner had died today.
The fire had changed the landscape quite a lot. What used to be a lush jungle was now less green. The ground was visible in most places, and the humidity levels had gone down. The sky was more visible. It also meant that the traps set by Georges and Odette (N) on the first day were either destroyed or very conspicuous. The boy from 6 avoided them all.
Delta found a pond where he cleaned himself from the soot and the half-charred moss. The fresh water also soothed his burns. He ended up settling close by, between two fallen trees.
Angelo and Alexandra, however, had suffered many burns. Fortunately, as they were setting camp and trying to remove their singed clothes, a silver parachute descended over them. It contained two containers of oil, as well as a blanket and a note from Angelo’s mentors, which he did not show to Alexandra. It would later be revealed that it scolded him for keeping his plan of betraying the career pack secret. The oil was perfumed and designed to almost instantly heal burns. It worked a charm. As the massaging continued, the two tributes started to get more and more steamy. They were intimate that night.
While they were busy, the portraits of the fallen appeared in the sky. The second day of the games had seen the loss of Glare (1), Proserpina (2), Circuit (3), Borea and Zapp (5), and Lavandine (11). This left only 11 tributes for the third day, with better odds now that a few strong tributes were gone.
Day 3:
On the morning of the third day, an announcement was made by Head Gamemaker Vishwa. She informed the tributes that a feast would be held at noon, three hours from now. The 11 surviving boys and girls would find supplies they desperately needed there. She then wished everyone a glorious day and the dampened sound of the birdsongs came back in full force.
The announcement awoke Delta, but he decided not to go to the Feast. He still had food and a source of water nearby, as well as his heavy branch. A real weapon would have been nice, but he didn’t feel safe going to the central clearing. Instead, he decided to just sleep more. He only woke up again when the first cannon sounded.
As for the couple, they were lost in bliss. Their show from the previous night had to be censored, although it was available for those who had enough “connections”. Let’s just say that it was quite memorable, and cemented Angelo and Alexandra’s place as favorites. They got ready after a long cuddling session, grabbing their bags and their weapons and heading to the cornucopia. They arrived with minutes to spare. Actually, they were the last tributes to arrive.
Vannery had been the first on site, scouting for other tributes. Once she had been sure the coast was clear, she had signaled to Rivage and Carton that they could come. They hid in the bushes nearby; this area having been spared from the fires. Little by little, other tributes started to arrive. Kumquat (11) hid behind a tree, Perfecto (1) stood in the open, Odette and Georges (N) huddled together.
As Quinoa (9) and the “Double A couple” finally arrived, the cornucopia started receding into the ground. It reappeared at once, and a bell rang.
Vannery stayed behind. She watched all the tributes run to the center where laid 8 numbered bags, including Carton and Rivage. The fighting raged in the cornucopia. Her allies attacked Alexandra and Angelo, as Kumquat escaped with his bag. Quinoa (9) almost got out, but Perfecto (1) caught her by the ponytail and stabbed her in the throat, sounding her cannon. He then picked up her bag in addition to his.
Alexandra and Angelo fought side to side, covering each other. She scared Odette (N) away, while he pushed back against Rivage. The boy from 4 tried to hit Alexandra again, but her ally caught the trident and almost tore it out of Rivage’s hands. Instead of trying again, he attacked Georges. The trident hit him in the back and sounded his cannon a few seconds later. Angelo took advantage of this distraction to slash at Carton with his sword, causing the boy from 8 to bleed out.
Vannery screamed and ran out of her hiding place, almost colliding with Odette (N) on the way. Rivage grabbed the district 4 and district 8 bags in one hand, and Vannery’s arm in the other, and they ran away together. The young girl cried and struggled to keep up the pace. She wanted to go back, but Carton’s cannon sounded, ruining her hopes.
Angelo and Alexandra were the last tributes to get their bags. One of Perfecto’s knives punctured Alexandra’s. The pair turned back, giving Kumquat (11) enough time to flee. They chased Perfecto into the woods. He was quick, however, and they had a hard time gaining on him.
The following hours were very quiet, boring, even, so Urania and Argus invited a few guests to discuss the bloodbath and the tributes’ different strategies. It was only in the late afternoon that Delta deigned getting up. He was well rested. He ate what remained of his food and started camouflaging himself once again in order to hunt. The tributes were now very spread out, however, and it appeared that Delta was in an area devoid of them. He walked until it got too dark to continue, before letting out a scream of rage. His sudden outburst scared some resting birds. They flew away and hit Kumquat (11) square in the face as he was in the process of climbing up one of the taller trees. The surprise caused him to lose his grip and he fell to his death a few feet away from Delta, his Feast bag laying next to him. Suddenly, Delta laughed and thanked the birds. He emptied the contents of the bag, glad to find some fresh food and water. He settled right there for the night.
Angelo and Alexandra eventually gave up on hunting Perfecto. Every time they thought they heard him; it turned out to be another bird. He was nowhere to be found. The pair settled down near a creek, right where Carton and his allies had camped earlier, in order to clean themselves. It was another spectacle to behold. The couple played in the fresh water, wearing only their underwear, and at one point, Alexandra winked at one of the cameras. This resulted in the appearance of a sponsor gift a few seconds later. She caught it and opened it discreetly once she was dressed again. She checked that Angelo was busy with the campfire before peeking inside. There was a water bottle and a tiny, sheathed stiletto knife, about two inches long. There was also a note that said : “You will only get one chance” – S. She acted nonchalant, thanked her sponsor for the water, and hid the knife in her sock. She took the first watch, jumping when a cannon sounded.
Since they had come back from the Feast, Vannery felt that Rivage was acting strange. He kept pacing and muttering to himself and seemed unhappy even though they had received enough supplies to last five more days in the arena at least. They found another place to sleep, Vannery built a new shelter. As she was about to go to sleep, Rivage approached her, trident in hand. He didn’t speak, so she asked him what he wanted. “I’m sorr-“ he started. Vannery interrupted him : “Behind you !”.
He spun around and threw his trident. It caught Perfecto in the head, sounding his cannon before he had hit the ground. He had been sneaking up behind Rivage with a knife in both hands, but Vannery had a keen eye. Rivage seemed to deflate. He cleaned up his weapon and went to sleep. Vannery tried to ask him what he wanted to tell her, but he didn’t answer. Instead, she took the first watch.
At midnight, five portraits appeared in the sky : Perfecto (1), Carton (8), Quinoa (9), Kumquat (11) and Georges (N). The six remaining tributes were spread out around the arena : Rivage and Vannery to the East, Angelo and Alexandra to the North, Odette (N) in the South and Delta to the West.
Day 4:
The sound of a cannon startled Delta out of his slumber. He was feeling well rested and decided to head to the cornucopia with just his branch and a knife he had taken from Kumquat. With only 5 remaining tributes, he knew that the showdown was about to take place and was about as excited as the viewers in the Capitol for it to happen. On the way, he stumbled upon a suspicious mound of leaves. He almost let it be, until he saw two feet poking out of it. As he bent down to look at it, a sharp pain entered his shoulder blade. By pure reflex, he swung his club backwards, hitting a barefoot Odette (N) in the forehead. She stumbled backwards, clutching her knife, and tripped on a rock. Delta jumped onto her, planting his knee in her stomach, and stabbed her with her own knife. He added it to his “collection”.
The atmosphere between Alexandra and Angelo had been quite tense since they’d woken up. They hadn’t slept so well. When the first cannon sounded, they set out to get to the cornucopia, and by the time the second cannon echoed throughout the arena, they were in position. “We’ll fight together, right ?” asked Alexandra. Angelo nodded solemnly : “Until there’s no one else. I’m so glad I got to meet you.”
“Me too… Too bad one of us will have to die.”
As she said those words, a twig cracked in a nearby bush.
The first cannon had shocked the viewers quite a bit. As Rivage finished his watch, he looked at Vannery, asleep next to him. He murmured “I’m sorry”, so low that it had to be subtitled. Then he plunged his trident in her throat. Before leaving, Rivage let out the longest sigh of relief.
Alexandra climbed onto the cornucopia, hiding herself, a length of rope held tight between her hands. She waited as Rivage entered the clearing. He was focused on Angelo. Delta appeared a few seconds later, on the other side of the cornucopia. He walked under it, oblivious to the girl awaiting him. As Angelo charged Rivage with his sword, Alexandra lowered the rope. Delta let out a choked growl as she pulled. He was much stronger, however. With one labored step, he yanked her off the roof. The rope was still around his neck, but his hands were now around Alexandra’s. Nevertheless, she held on to the rope, using it to hold him at bay. Just before she fell unconscious, she kicked him in the groin. She let out a few coughs, before grabbing the two ends of the rope again and pulling Delta against one of the steel columns of the cornucopia. Delta tried to stab her, but she was behind him, and he was quickly loosing consciousness. With one last brutal pull, the rope crushed his windpipe.
Alexandra watched Angelo dispose of Rivage with one final feint of his sword, and his cannon sounded at the same time as Delta’s.
Silence fell on the clearing. Even the birds had shut up. The couple was breathing heavily. They hugged tight. Something glinted in Alexandra’s hand. She almost reached Angelo’s neck when he gripped her wrist. He smiled, but his eyes were full of sorrow. “I had to try at least !” she half-laughed, half-whimpered. He sat her down and hugged her once again. She told him that he deserved to win. That he was a good man. He took his swords and gently stabbed Alexandra in the heart. She barely cried as he looked into her eyes. A cannon sounded. The last one. Jahani Vishwa announced Angelo Clearfell, of district 2, as the victor of the 119th Hunger Games. He had to be forcefully removed form Alexandra’s corpse in order to be retrieved.
Aftermath:
The games took an immense toll on Angelo, who was unable to speak for more than a month. Even when he had gotten the use of his words back, he fell into a lengthy depression. His interview with Urania Whimsiwick and Argus Brown had to be cut short as soon as they mentioned Alexandra.
After that, he remained alone in his home of the Victor’s village. He received no guests and did not act as a mentor the following years. The other victors of his district described him as “disillusioned” and “a killjoy”. The situation stayed the same until his disappearance two years later.

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I really don’t know where to even start. JNMIL is now exJNMIL (is that the right abbreviation for that?). She had a hand in the separation for sure. However, that was years ago now. My son was 3 when his dad and I split. I could have filled JNMIL boards with a new post every single day when my son was little (and also during that split. exJNMIL was so controlling and manipulative.) Let’s just say, one time I read a post about a JNMIL trying to breast feed her grandchild, and that story legit unlocked a new fear for me. I could have seen her doing this.
To start, my sons dad (let’s just refer to him a exFDH…we were engaged when we split), and I are on great terms. We coparent very well and we are very good friends.
exJNMIL is manipulative, attention seeking, controlling and loves to treat DS as her own son. Even worse, she’s so overly nice and sweet to your face and anyone just meeting her would think she’s a saint. But in a flash, she will talk shit about you behind your back. When DS was a baby, I worked nights and she would repeatedly, despite me asking her not to MANY times, go to my house in the middle of the night to take over parenting duties if exFDH called her or had even the slightest concern. This ended up being often, 1-2x weekly. (ExFDH used to have some real issues detaching) And she used to have her own little wardrobe for DS when she watched him and would never touch any of the clothes I brought. She would change him as soon as I dropped him off. For his 1st birthday, she completely took over the party planning, like completely. Made it all about her. That’s just the tip of the iceberg.
Present day: She used to live very close, but out of bitterness towards her sister-in-law’s, she and exFFIL (he’s wonderful, no sarcasm intended), moved to warmer places 3 years ago and only spends 3 months of the year instate. And when they are instate, they now live 2 hours away to just continue to stay as far away as possible from her SILs. In theory, this is really great for us, except she constantly complains about missing DS and expects me and exFDH to bend over backwards to create time for her with DS when they are instate. Last summer exFDH was having money issues, and exFJNMIL literally told him to get a side job even on his weekends with DS so that she could have him during that time.
exFDH and I do not sympathize with her when she complains about how much she misses DS. She doesn’t even come back for holidays and her distance is 100% her choice. She expects us to let DS practically spend half his summer with them over 2 hours away. exFDH and I both agree to avoid him being alone with her. She has made such a huge deal over wanting to just have alone time with him, it’s making both of us uncomfortable. And, she has guilt tripped DS in the past into spending more time with them.
Example: Last summer, He was bored at their little house with nothing to do and called exFDH asking when he was coming, and exFDH heard exFJNMIL say “Aw hear that exFFIL? He wants to go home and doesn’t want to spend any more time with us” queue this fake boo hoo cry she does.
That summer when they got into town, she came over to my house with a calendar thinking she was going to be writing down all these dates and weekends that she was going to be able to have DS (I have him the majority of the time). Well, she left disappointed. I had him signed up for camps first of all, and second of all I want to spend time with my son during the summer. Well, I found out that she had been telling exFDH how stupid it was for me to have him in day camps a couple days a week when he could be spending that time with her. Really? Away from his peers and friends and all the activities he enjoys? I literally just laughed.
If you’ve made it this far, you’re a trooper.
A couple weeks ago she messaged me saying that on DS last day of school, they are going to come down and surprise him when he gets off the bus and then “how about I take him up to the cottage for a few days after that?” I told her they are welcome to come down and stay for dinner, but that I am taking him to a baseball game the next day. Her response and I quote: “Aww that’s a nice invite. Thank you . We were hoping to be able to spend a couple of days with him. Could we come down [2 days later] , surprise him and then take him up to the cottage?” Well, that would be Father’s Day which is messed up for her to want to do that, so I told her it’s up to exFDH since he has him on Father’s Day. ExFDH and I, having talked on the phone about this conversation before he responded, says “I’m down to bring him up for Father’s Day weekend for sure. It would be cool to do some fishing with dad for Father’s Day and DS.” Her response “sounds good.”
Since then, exFDH continues to share messages with me from her trying to convince him to let her have him during basically all of his time this summer. exFDH well say that he wants to spend his summer with his son, and exFJNMIL will say “you can see him on the drive up to get him!” Or some equally ridiculous statement.
This is the first summer that I actually have exFDH standing up to exFJNMIL with me. Usually he caves and will oblige because he’s worried what kind of retaliation will follow or what rumor she may start about him.
There are so many severe JNMILs out there. Sometimes I honestly wonder if I overthink or overreact to some of these things, and then sometimes I snap out of it. What are your guys thoughts?

Ok so quick context, I(f23) used to work 9 to 6 and i was fired during march for lots of reasons, it was very shitty and unfair. Now I'm a nanny. (English is not my first language)
Last month i started working as a nanny because its the only thing i could find and i need to pay the bills, you know? She is a 12yo, recently adopted and it was pretty good the first few weeks, but recently she has gotten kinda confrontational and selfish, and gets upset with me when i make reasonable requests (like asking her to pay attention while crossing the street or asking her to lower her music volume bc she likes to use 3 devices at the same time, all max volume)
Today she came at me and told me "My mom said I can listen at whatever volume I want. If it bothers you, wear headphones) and proceeded to sit by me with music, a shooter game and talking to someone on the phone, all full volume. I talked to her mother who told me that since she was adopted semi-recently she needs to feel like this is HER house and be able to set some rules and that she is not going to tell her otherwise (and that i shouldnt confront her).
AND after she let me know that i had forgot to take her to a doctors appointment which sent me spiraling even further, i was so upset by the noise and having to "fight" with her mom that i completely forgot I had to take her there.
I should also note that I'm leaving my home at 11am and returning at 11pm since i work and then go to school, and its being VERY hard on me, i have meltdowns every week, sometimes twice a week.
Im extremely upset because I can´t really do anything, I cant talk to her or her mother, I can't quit because i can't even make ends meet while working and if I stop working i'm not going to have a place to live, it's all very stressful.
She has gone into her room and now the house is silent but I can´t stop crying, and I'm having a really hard time regulating and calming down, and to make matters worse i just found out one of my family's cats passed away this morning.
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Sorry for the mess, i just needed to vent a little bit

There was a massive riot at a nearby school board meeting last night where Pride Month was going to be recognized. They literally went up and started fistfighting parents outside. Fucking Nazis.