I’ve been thinking about this, especially after seeing it hinted at/pointed out by writers like Emma Goldman.
It seems like there is almost a supernatural belief in the idea of the necessity of Authority over humans. Whether it be a state, people with more wealth, God, men at the head of the house, etc etc and blah blah infinitely.
But it does seem that the root toxin beneath all the other issues is the idea that Authority is good and necessary, and that Authority has the right to impose itself as one being’s wishes over another instead of two beings equally deciding on what is to be done.
I feel like I start to see this more and more, especially in organized religion. Basically they all believe in some ultimate aggressive Authority who exists regardless of our input, and then every structure they create as a result of that is never democratic in the least.
I wonder if this isn’t sort of the root root of our philosophical/psychological/political/economic struggles? It seems like it may be the logical conclusion

This is not the first time she’s done this, and I have a storytime about how she did it when I was 15. I’ll be posting the entire situation on my YouTube channel soon, so subscribe at: HelloBrownGirl on YouTube to see what I went through. I was in my room doing homework when she came in my room asking what’s the password to my school hotspot box. I told her I don’t know. So she starts yelling and takes the hotspot, saying I’m lying, since she’s in my room screaming I grab my camera and go outside. I then step back inside and she is still screaming, and eventually follows me out the house. Once I’m outside she says I can stay on the porch, then locks the door. I bang on the door with my foot, then threw rocks. I go to my neighbor and tell him to call police. Thirty minutes later, they come. They talk to us, I pick up the rocks, and she’s still antagonizing me. As soon as I step in the house she goes “Welcome Back.” in a condescending tone, then chuckles. I ignore her. She then comes in my room while I’m listening to music and threatens to bring my YouTube channel down if I post my story anywhere. I’m singing in my room, and eventually she storms from the kitchen to my room with that pissed off look on her face. I was frightened she would surely hit me. Since my window was wide open, I jumps out. I’m on the first floor. I walk to the front door and she greets me asking why I did that. I explained to her she’d hit or yell at me. Then she continually asks why I jumped out the window and says we don’t jump out windows. Well that’s a rule that never came up my entire life until now. So I say “okay, I won’t jump out the window, can you let me in?” She’s standing in front of the doorway. She says no, we’re gonna sit outside. So I walk to my neighbors house to call the cops after asking her to let me in multiple times and stating my case. The neighbor I told was the same neighbor from the first time, asked “Weren’t they just here?” so I state d my case, then he told me to hold on, yet never came to the door. When I was waiting for him to come to the door I’d try to come up to the house. Every time I’d come up to the door, she’d open it, as if she’s standing right there waiting for me to approach, and antagonize me by laughing, screaming, or running a few steps from the door. I go to two other houses to call the cops. 30 minutes later, they haven’t arrived so my sis says she’ll get me some clothes since I have on a short spaghetti strap lingerie dress with to underwear on. I said I’ll try to go in and see if she does anything. To my utter surprise she went upstairs with a basket of clothes like she wasn’t just refusing me entry. I honestly think she finally got tired. Now I’m chilling in my room, a cop comes, she tells him her story, with lies in between. One of them was that I was screaming, when I was singing along to my music in my headphones. Yet the officer now thinks I was just screaming. Then she says to him that my mental health isn’t the best. When I have a 4.0 and stay out of trouble? But because my dad’s mother has bad mental health, she blamed this situation on that, saying I inherited it. It’s funny how she never brings up the declining mental health on her side (my grandmother). When he does talk to me, he says I ran away, it wasn’t an emergency, and I need to stop calling them. Eventually I say I’m uncomfortable, because he obviously doesn’t understand the seriousness of the situation now that I’m back in the house, and is on her side. He even agreed with her when she said she’s gonna send me to a mental health facility that my sister went to for hurting herself. This does not equate to that. I want to spread light on the dangerousness of verbal abuse. Throughout my life I’ve been verbally abused to the core, and I can’t wait until I’m free of these chains. For the storytime about when she kicked me out at 15, look up hellobrowngirl on YouTube. Please stay tuned for the video I’m dropping, and pray for me, being that I’ve been threatened not to share my story.
TL;DR: I’m a 16 year old female who is constantly having to call the police due to my birther refusing to allow me entry into my home. I’ve been suffering verbal abuse from her for years, and haven’t been sharing my story because my abuser threatens to take my social media page down. I haven’t called CPS because the first time they came, they declared it wasn’t sever enough to remove me from the home. I feel like I’m locked in these chains that I can’t escape until I’m 18, and I’ve finally reached my breaking point.

She's a 6 year old girl who her previous owners decided to re-home due to not being able to give her the attention she needs. I've never owned a cat before and I would like to make this transition as stress-free and smooth as possible for her. I've already removed all toxic house plants and made a list of toxic foods as well as vacuuming up all feathers from our down couch. We're going to her house to meet her for an hour and then bringing her back here to my place. Any advice appreciated! Thank you :D

As mentioned, I had two people move into my house, each with laptops, phones, game consoles, etc. Internet quality has dropped off significantly.
Right now, I have a Linksys E5400 router and Comcast at 75 mbps. The house is small so the range of the router shouldn't be a huge issue... however, I am not sure if it is the ISP or the quality of the router that has dramatically decreased internet performance.
Any advice here would be great because I am not sure which one to tackle, thanks!

I have been living with an abusor physically, mentally, and financially. Me (24 yo female) have a 10 month old baby girl with male (27). 5 weeks after moving in with him (5 months pregnant) he started to verbally abuse me for not keeping up with anything anymore like I used to. He wanted to come home with a perfectly clean house and if there was a fork in the sink, all hell breaks loose. ( we were both working). Then he would love bomb me and the process will start all over again. 7 months pregnant I found he cheated on me basically telling the girls I was a dog on the street and he rescued me. Mind you, I was in college when we met him and graduated when I moved in with him. My only family was in another state and his family begged me to stay for the sake of the child. Even though the red flags are now on fire, I wanted my child to have a father in a two parent household so, I let it go and tried. Shortly after, I lost my wfh job because the company hired a whole bunch of people during Covid and now they don’t have the budget to keep up with us. Since then it’s been so hard to find anything that would fit his schedule. (He works 4am to 1pm). He was also making more money so we agreed I would be a stay at home mom until I can find something. Yet I still have to pay my car note, phone, food, and personal items all by myself so my savings ended quickly and now I’m struggling. I begged him to put her in daycare. It’s now. 5 months and nothing done. He will then tell me that I am a (broke bum) and he’s the only one who does everything. He soon started to threaten me (saying he’s going to kill me) which I recorded because I started to get scared and needed someone to know if anything happens to me. He then started to hit me and jump on me whenever he’s ready to take his anger out on me. His mom does not care that he does this. His background has a history of violence and a recent restraining order from his ex. I finally gained the courage to leave but he refused to give me the baby and leave. He then had me served with child custody papers. Even though he’s telling to to come back home and babysit so he can go to work. I have no idea what to do at this point. Being on DACA I feel I don’t have as much power. Anybody else experience with and have any advice. Can I do this alone or do I need a lawyer ?

I’m not sure I can make this short enough but I will try. So me (44f) was with my ex (47m) since I was 18. We had two boys together, now adults but both still live with him. 11 years ago I needed replacement disc surgery in my neck an went from able to disabled. We lived in a house with no way of adapting or adding to. Only bathroom was 16 stairs up. So our bedroom was up there (need to pee more than u need a kitchen) the house killed me. We never moved an he always put stuff in the way. Mostly financial when I tried to talk about it. 4 years later it went tits up and I ended up moving out about two years later (more him than me, I didn’t want to leave) so it’s been 5 years since then. He’s always been in my life. On and off we have been intimate. Last time was Jan. My mum died unexpectedly 2 years ago. He was there for me. He was the one who helped with everything. I’ve had no desire to move on an have continually told him I still love him. I have definitely been at fault as I didn’t push someone else’s advances away. This was much more about him using me for money. Hence why it went tits up. So I am definitely at fault. Or I definitely was 7/8 years ago. He forgave me for that. So he said/says. Anyway, a week ago he came to see me to tell me he met someone not long ago an now they are seeing each other. I feel so broken an lost. I know all the stuff I should do to move on. Focus on me, improve myself for myself, go do stuff with friends (this now isn’t easy due to where I live as it’s very isolated and I don’t drive). Keep busy. Do things I want to do. Logically I know what I should do but emotionally I am not coping at all. I know it’s only been a week also. I read post on here an I’m struggling cos after 26 an a half years of only him….I’m guessing that’s taking a long long time to get over an I’ve no patience at all. I already feel frustrated cos I just want to feel better. He’s entitled to move on an I’ve done the whole no contact. I’ve not blocked him but have unfollowed him an have no desire to be in touch with him. It would just make it worse. I also know I can’t change anything but all my heart wants is him and that’s logically ridiculous, I deserve better an I know this but I love him…….

Let me explain. I want to keep specifics and certain other factors out, such as gender, of it for anonymity purposes as well as trying to induce as much unbias as possible. I'm 21 living in a place far from family with my SO. We are HS Sweethearts and moved in together for college and are on our own. I dropped out after realizing college life isnt for me, they have not. We are now fixing to move back near family and I am in line to inherit my parent's business. I, however, need to learn a lot before I do in a short time before they retire. I can't have a SO right now for this reason as well as others that I will get into. I want to spend more time with my parents as they're are getting older and may not be around for much longer and one way I want to do this is by moving back in with them as for one, I could spend time with them, my siblings who still are relatively young, save money on rent and help my parents out with bills among other things. They (my SO) obviously would not like to move into my parents' house with me as there would be less privacy and such so this would cause a large strain. The money I would save would be good to help start some more business ventures I have in mind for the future, which would in turn, help me and my family in their older age. I'm trying to keep my feelings out of it as much as possible and keep this purely logical but this is difficult. I know my SO won't accept these terms. But I feel this is something I have to do. I have been thinking of a break up for a while but things would get messy since we live so far from family and would be both on our own and have an apartment together. I think I'm going to wait till we move back for a fight and use that as an excuse because I know my SO wouldn't accept the previous mentioned dilemma as a reason. Now for the cons. I do really like them and could see us having a future together. They do really like me. However they do have a lot of problems attitude and treatment wise such as occasional disrespect and rudeness etc. That we have talked about for a loooong time but to no avail. They won't fix it. AITA? What should I do?

This is just a message for whoever doesn't know, the city of Davis has a serious black widow spider infestation. I see hundreds of of them on my bike rides around town. Nearly every block and several houses on each block have them. If you see webs that are 1-2 feet tall connecting to the ground and look like shattered glass that is a black widow spider web. Come back and night with flashlight and you'll likely see a big spider with a red hour glass on its stomach in or very nearby (that is the female and is the venomous one, the males look different). They are on tons of cars bumpers, sewer drains, trees, around foundations, rock walls, etc. Use caution. Do not destroy their webs if you plan to remove the spider. Destroying the web makes it exponentially harder to find and remove them. Just leave the web and come back and night and you'll see the spider.
Maybe someone more knowledgeable about this can add to this...

My apologies for the long post in advance. Thought I would share my PERSONAL observations between my narc exes (one being a grandiose and the other being vulnerable).
Feel free to share if any of this resonates with your own experiences.
Similarities: 1. Living in ideals
Both of my exes had dreams of materialistic success (the big house, the expensive car, the model girlfriend who’s also a rocket scientist, etc.).

1. Extremely smart

Both of them would probably win at every trivia night with flawless scores.

1. Superficial

Both of my exes value conventional beauty standards and would criticize women for getting old, getting out of shape, and even for getting plastic surgery in order to stay beautiful. In addition, both were sex-obsessed.

1. Stonewalling

If they were not happy about something or didn’t want to deal with a disagreement, both would give me the silent treatment lasting for days if not even weeks.

1. It’s all about them

My grandiose ex really wanted constant admiration over his lofty achievements. My vulnerable wanted constant sympathy due to the perpetual “bad luck” that follows him around.

1. Can’t take any constructive feedback/always right.
   
2. Cheating/ no loyalty.
   

Differences: 1. Motivation/ambition
My grandiose ex actually went out to pursue his ideals. My vulnerable ex, while he achieved some of his goals, mostly fantasized about them.

1. Criticism

One ex was more overtly critical (“I want you to be like XYZ…”) while the other one wasn’t as overly critical but would withdraw and just do his own thing during the “discard phase.”

1. Social life

My grandiose ex had many friends, went to networking events regularly, and was the life of the party. My vulnerable ex really couldn’t care less about having friends and socializing.

1. Mood

My grandiose ex had more of an anger management problem. My other ex was chronically depressed with occasional waves of anger.

1. Personal upkeep

My grandiose ex was more on top of his game when it came to completing tasks on time, maintaining his appearance, and keeping things clean, organized, and orderly. My other ex procrastinates, lives in a rat’s nest, and has problems with even maintaining basic hygiene.

This is not the first time she’s done this, and I have a storytime about how she did it when I was 15. I’ll be posting the entire situation on my YouTube channel soon, so subscribe at: HelloBrownGirl on YouTube to see what I went through. I was in my room doing homework when she came in my room asking what’s the password to my school hotspot box. I told her I don’t know. So she starts yelling and takes the hotspot, saying I’m lying, since she’s in my room screaming I grab my camera and go outside. I then step back inside and she is still screaming, and eventually follows me out the house. Once I’m outside she says I can stay on the porch, then locks the door. I bang on the door with my foot, then threw rocks. I go to my neighbor and tell him to call police. Thirty minutes later, they come. They talk to us, I pick up the rocks, and she’s still antagonizing me. As soon as I step in the house she goes “Welcome Back.” in a condescending tone, then chuckles. I ignore her. She then comes in my room while I’m listening to music and threatens to bring my YouTube channel down if I post my story anywhere. I’m singing in my room, and eventually she storms from the kitchen to my room with that pissed off look on her face. I was frightened she would surely hit me. Since my window was wide open, I jumps out. I’m on the first floor. I walk to the front door and she greets me asking why I did that. I explained to her she’d hit or yell at me. Then she continually asks why I jumped out the window and says we don’t jump out windows. Well that’s a rule that never came up my entire life until now. So I say “okay, I won’t jump out the window, can you let me in?” She’s standing in front of the doorway. She says no, we’re gonna sit outside. So I walk to my neighbors house to call the cops after asking her to let me in multiple times and stating my case. The neighbor I told was the same neighbor from the first time, asked “Weren’t they just here?” so I state d my case, then he told me to hold on, yet never came to the door. When I was waiting for him to come to the door I’d try to come up to the house. Every time I’d come up to the door, she’d open it, as if she’s standing right there waiting for me to approach, and antagonize me by laughing, screaming, or running a few steps from the door. I go to two other houses to call the cops. 30 minutes later, they haven’t arrived so my sis says she’ll get me some clothes since I have on a short spaghetti strap lingerie dress with to underwear on. I said I’ll try to go in and see if she does anything. To my utter surprise she went upstairs with a basket of clothes like she wasn’t just refusing me entry. I honestly think she finally got tired. Now I’m chilling in my room, a cop comes, she tells him her story, with lies in between. One of them was that I was screaming, when I was singing along to my music in my headphones. Yet the officer now thinks I was just screaming. Then she says to him that my mental health isn’t the best. When I have a 4.0 and stay out of trouble? But because my dad’s mother has bad mental health, she blamed this situation on that, saying I inherited it. It’s funny how she never brings up the declining mental health on her side (my grandmother). When he does talk to me, he says I ran away, it wasn’t an emergency, and I need to stop calling them. Eventually I say I’m uncomfortable, because he obviously doesn’t understand the seriousness of the situation now that I’m back in the house, and is on her side. He even agreed with her when she said she’s gonna send me to a mental health facility that my sister went to for hurting herself. This does not equate to that. I want to spread light on the dangerousness of verbal abuse. Throughout my life I’ve been verbally abused to the core, and I can’t wait until I’m free of these chains. For the storytime about when she kicked me out at 15, look up hellobrowngirl on YouTube. Please stay tuned for the video I’m dropping, and pray for me, being that I’ve been threatened not to share my story.
TL;DR: I’m a 16 year old female who is constantly having to call the police due to my birther refusing to allow me entry into my home. I’ve been suffering verbal abuse from her for years, and haven’t been sharing my story because my abuser threatens to take my social media page down. I haven’t called CPS because the first time they came, they declared it wasn’t sever enough to remove me from the home. I feel like I’m locked in these chains that I can’t escape until I’m 18, and I’ve finally reached my breaking point.

Admittedly, I don't use the gallery much at all, as I usually prefer to build my own houses and such, and I rarely use gallery Sims since I have a hard time finding Sims without a bunch of CC or packs I don't have...
So I must have missed something important. When did the Maxis account leave the gallery? I'm just trying to download the premade Sims like Steve Fogel, June Kay, etc, and the Maxis version of Iggy Pancakes, and the Maxis account is gone? Does anybody know what happened there?

Felt like this with my narc. They knew about the relationship before I knew and they all invited us to their house to get to know me. I’ve read that it’s to “show off their new toy” but I didn’t feel like that was the reason. Also my narc probably planned to get rid of me after a while anyway, so why introduce me to everyone and then everyone knows the relationship failed? He knew lots of higher status people and I felt like I didn’t fit in (maybe didn’t fit in yet because I was also younger).

I found him yesterday on the windowsill when I got home from work. He was still so warm, it couldn’t have happened more than a half hour or so before I got home. I even rushed him to the vet just in case there was a chance, even though I knew there wasn’t. He was so young I never would have expected it.
I got him in 2016 when I was really starting my adult life after college and moved out to be on my own for the first time. I was going into social work helping kids with substance abuse issues. It was the most stressful, emotionally taxing, and exhausting 6 years of my life. I wasn’t prepared for that line of work, and it took a really big toll on my mental health. The one source of unconditional affection that got me through most of that was my cat. He always came to greet me at the door, and yesterday was the first time he didn’t.
I still live alone people-wise. I have a dog now, too, but it’s just been us and I’m a little bit of a loner because my friends live hours away. My world is flipped. He had such a distinct personality. Like he was the weirdest little thing, but I don’t even know how to put it into words. I guess I just enjoyed his quirks instead of really thinking about them, but I was so proud that the strangest little thing in the world was mine.
With him gone, my house is really quiet, he was mostly a chirper and not a meower, and I couldn’t sit at my computer for 15 minutes without him pawing at me. Now there’s nothing there. I feel like I’m going crazy. I still expect him to be there and when it hits me that he’s not I can’t control myself and just break down. It’s like I’m going through cycles of somewhat accepting that this actually happened, then seeing one of his spots or noticing his absence and just realizing all over again that he’s gone, and I can’t take it. I feel guilty, I feel like I had to have left something out and he got into it. I feel like I cheated him and myself out of years more time we should have been able to spend together.
I just miss him. It hasn’t even been a full day yet and I can’t get ahold of myself. I’ve never really had to deal with loss before. My dog’s a good comfort, but it scares him when I cry too hard, and I don’t want to freak him out. They played together sometimes but weren’t super close. I don’t even think the dog has noticed he’s gone, but if it keeps him from hurting then that’s probably for the best. And now, behind all the grief, I’m also thinking about when I inevitably come home one day and he’s gone, too, and I’m terrified.
I don’t know what to do with myself. I’m not prepared for this, and I don’t know how long it’ll last. I hate even thinking about anything else, but I have a full-time job, I’m back in school, I have exams coming up that I’m supposed to be cramming for, and I can’t even go 20 minutes without breaking down. I’m going to reach out to a therapist, but it’s early and nobody’s open yet, so I’m typing this up so I don’t just sit and think.
In case it sounds weird that I haven’t used either of their names, it’s because they’re unique and I don’t want to be identified. I’d love to explain the cool meaning behind his name, or even just to tell people his name so they know who he was, but it’s too risky on a public forum.