I own a multifamily home (30 yr mortgage, non FHA, non owner occupied) that is going to require some pretty serious foundation/drainage/groundwork in the next 6 months or so.
Initial estimates are around $40-$60k, which is more cash out of pocket than I’d like to spend all at once.
What would be the best loan type for covering these repairs? I have an LLC I could deed the property over to if a business-oriented loan would be more advantageous.
Thanks!

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First off I don't have a guild, total single player experience. Currently level 46. Spent most of my spec points in the [Technology] tree, and currently on track for Security and Networking perks but I'm bored with it to be honest.
Currently have a player home gifted by the [Public Benefits] perk, but no current player profession. Have the ADHD and Depression debuffs but managing with the right potions most days.
I used to be worried about being a Redguard, but seems to be less of an issue as I play more. Should I continue down the same skill tree or consider respec's to a different one?
edit: Sorry for the typo in the title that should say "respec" rather than "respect"

Recently, I've endeavored to approach my spirituality with Healing being my main focus.
I believe firmly that this coincides with my intense interest in necromancy, and naturally my affinity towards Death. My unique spiritual DNA, I think, has to do alot with my own personal tower moments. Times in my life where I faced the deepest ravines of my personal shadow, where my ego was cut with a scythe; albeit, allowed to regrow again over time. Friends, honestly, I used to be thick in the gangs, the drugs, and that lifestyle which guarantees never tomorrow. The past, my past, was an eclectic mix of many different social circles.
My path was walking through fire the whole time. Whether self-afflicted, or a casualty of war, it is a miracle I am alive. I testify to Santa Muerte always watching over Me.
I know my addiction is in the past, and I don't mean to always thread it in my reflections.
In deepest conviction, I feel and believe it speaks alot about where you are today ... when can use the past as a focal point for real change. It's like all of the sudden, when I got serious about who I am, where I want to go, and how to become who that man is (the one I visualized for so long, the one I needed to be to myself), the one I visualize in daily meditation; all the sudden... the low notes were transposed into a symphony. I have a real family now, I am going to be a Father. I am a rising pillar in the local recovery community. I've been able to be of spiritual assistance to human family that I meet along my journey. To Be this far and look back, it is humbling. Silently I admit, absolutely, a sign post of the turn around is the Spirits. Belial for sure, Lucifer, Paimon, Abaddon. Absolutely, integral, is Santa Muerte. For real, she is so powerfully with Me; I feel a new level of peace and comfort never before felt in this lifetime.
I feel in my heart, the reason I am sharing all of this previous information, is to help explain to you why I feel it's worthy to share today's experience. All of my sharing, has nothing to do with "my" genius, rather this story stands as a testament to the power of Santa Muerte.
Today I woke up at 5Am, meditated on "restoration" for an hour. I dropped my Sananga eye drops into my eye, slowly breathing and accepting the sting of the medicinal sananga eye drops. Sananga is a power filled medicine imported from Brazil. These eye drops utilize subtle energetic medicine to slowly decalcify the pineal grand. Sananga clears the "panema" from the eyes, panema being an indigenous term to reference "dark energy" or stagnant energies which disinhibit our true vision. Our true vision perceives not only the 3 Dimensional, but also the 4 Dimensional and higher; or in a sense, the fullness of the astral plane and spiritual dimensions.
I dropped the Sananga, and I jogged to the park which was 2 miles away. I was going to be a little late unless I sprinted, so I ran without stopping. The whole time I kept thinking "don't be a bitch" and I hauled ass. My friend, like I said, they are a military veteran and a bad ass so I have the utmost respect for their time and the quality of who they are as a human being. When I arrived at this meeting spot, we dapped up and stretched, and then we got too work.
We ran. It wasn't too difficult for me, and at the same time, I'm thinking about the warrior I was honored to train with today and I'm doing self-talk. "mother fucker, you will not stop" and I'm thinking of how I lost a good friend who struggled with addiction to a fentanyl overdose last weekend. I'm thinking of my future family. I'm thinking of how I want to be as ripped and fit as my little brother who is finishing his training in bootcamp right now. I want him to come home and be proud of me, and I want to earn the respect of everyone I meet; Not by talk, rather through actions. There is an undeniable power that comes with being a ripped beast-mode mother fucker. That is Me and who I am becoming.
The summary of that paragraph is "self-talk" and how I used mental images and strong emotions, both negative and positive, to propel me inside of this flow state as I surpassed the previous mental limitations I had placed on myself, and I broke through that fucking ceiling like a raging bull. There were a couple times we stopped, and during those times I was able to connect with my Brother whom I have the utmost respect for. It was during these moments, the camaderie was built and deeper rapport established. So "Here is my message from Ma - Self Talk is EVERYTHING!"
We are repelled and attracted; on an etheric, mental, subtle level it is important to understand the self, and how the self is pushed away from people, places, and things, and attracted towards pleasurable people, places, and things. You are the one in control of writing the programming regarding what attracts you; I used to be moving towards temporary fleshly desires, and now I am strongly attracted towards beinga beacon of hope, laughter, and love; Do not be fooled, I am not love and light. I am very much in touch with darkness, however through this internal understanding of the shadow I am growing into a spirit within a body who accelerates and enhances the energy of those around me, whatever their path may be.
What Am I repelled from? This would be what has cost me tremendous pain, shame, and dissappointent. What I've overdosed on ten years ago, the drugs which have cost me brothers and sisters - yeah, it's thick where I come from, and the pain is deep. I am repelled by that which would create me to become a hypocrite and disrepect towards Santa Muerte whom has granted me family, safety, peace, love, life, and wisdom. What that looks like, is a glutton for pain who disrespects his family and future daughter by choosing to step away from HIs most perfect self. If you pause and think about what I said, consider what that looks like... Reaistically, I am liberal and maybe you could say "Dutch" in the sense that I don't judge, and me personally, I have done a line of cocaine or two and been cool. As long as you got your fucking priorities straight and you're honest with your "god damned self" you know? It's the repulsion from becoming a straight drug fiend, a liar and thief who denys the self and chooses a false projection to subsist on fake pleasure. I enjoy drugs for inspiration, within moderation, with the exceptions of opiates. I avoid the hard shit in general, this writing is all keeping it A- to the motha fuckin real.
I grew up some of my life with the Hood, and also had the privilege of a middle class lifestyle at the least. When I was 18, I left the midwest and went out west to Nevada/Salt Lake City and I got a real taste of the streets. I was a rebellious, hustling psychonaut hellbent on the truth. I was also susceptible to magicians whom claimed to be "Divine and Chosen", having been raised in a very strict and very abusive religious enviroment. All of this submersion into the reality of the world, and the streets, from the Hood and the homeless shelters and the deepest crevices of societies underbelly (even rubbing shoulders with traffickers of drugs and humans on bulk, never NEVER advocating for that shit.... never really judging as such a young man, practically a teenager even, yet never advocating... just observing as a demonic creature witnessing the world...) all of this immersion, this modern baptism into Darkness, it served to broaden my horizons and open me to the possibilities of healing myself.
See when I started out on this spirtual journey officially, doing dedications and witch craft spells for wisdom and knowledge, more than sex and money, this all began a process which I believed altered my quantum reality. My initial course of reality was shifted, and I made choices more in line with "chaos" than the order predetermined and set for me. How I got to this point was willingly embracing "tower moments" only now, looking back, it is coming full circle and I am able to provide real support to those around me having been throught that darkness, and most importantly support to myself.
So In retrospect, today's run of 7 miles was also an "offering", a sort of proposal to my personal God and Ma, respecting them and inviting them into my spirit. Movement can be a great way to transmute the personal struggle and internal state, and with this in mind, I am also encouraging you to get up and become active. Find a way to participate in creative acts, and co-creation; reflect, encourage, and inspire.
I feel like maybe this post was a bit adhd, so I want to leave you with a few thoughts. No Matter Where You Are At, Santa Muerte Accepts You. She wants to see you Shine, and become all that you are. If you love yourself, or maybe you are struggling to love yourself, do you love Ma enough too ask Her to change you? She will create circumstances in your life, move people around, and you will be faced with temptations and challenges. Maybe even losing things. Where there is loss, there is room to grow. So have hope. Be strong. Life is so fucking temporary. Who you live as, beginning today, that is what counts. When you die, choose to face your God, Goddess, Deities, Self ; choose to face that with clean hands and an open heart.
Today I ran alot of miles, it was more than that. My personal achievements are very, very small in the grand scheme of the cosmos. I believe we are small fractals of the greater cosmos at large, therefore our choices everyday contribute to a small movement that is great when collective, a diretional change towards a better future for our children, and a better earth. If nothing else, we can say that we lived as Gods. Hail To Thee! Hail ThySelf! Hail Santisma!

I recently brought up to my now-fiancé that I don’t like how I only ever come over to his house every other weekend and maybe a day in between that, and he doesn’t come over to my house at all. I barely even get to communicate with him when we’re apart. I told him that I think he should come and visit me too seem as though it’s an hours drive for me to and from every time that I go. Also, the gesture of him coming to me would be nice. He told me that he doesn’t really like coming to my house because there’s less to do and he just doesn’t really want to spend the gas money since he works 30 minutes away every day anyways.
This is the thing. We see each-other every OTHER weekend, so basically for one full weekend every 2 weeks. So as you can tell, most of our communication and bonding should take place over the phone in the meantime until we can see each-other next. Here’s the issue. He gets off of work at 1pm. I start my job at 7pm. So there’s a 6 hour window of open communication for us, PLUS he can text me while I’m at work since my job isn’t very demanding. We’re allowed to use our phones when there’s no clients around and all of our work is done.
For him, he sees his time as spending it how he wants independently. The. Entire. Day. Every. Day. He does the same thing every day. He will get off of work and drive home listening to music. Valid. Even I do that, too. Then, he will go and talk to his parents/family for about an hour or longer over a beer, then might go out for a ride on his motorcycle with one of his friends for an hour or two. Then he will come home, shower and watch some TikTok’s, maybe talk to his parents again or start playing some Xbox. All before even acknowledging or answering ANY of my texts for the entire day. I leave for work at 6:40pm, so when he ends up having some spare time to his name, he will then call me at maybe like 5:45 to 6:00pm. But our call is basically him talking to me and multi-tasking either playing Xbox or whatever it may be. Then, our call will get interrupted by his dinner being ready, so he will go away for like 40 minutes and eat and talk to his parents some more. By that time, I’m basically at work and can’t answer his call since he leaves it for last minute every single day. Then, I tell him that since we don’t really get to talk much, he can feel free to text me at work until he goes to sleep. He doesn’t text me. He might answer my text once before bed, but I will go hours without hearing anything until then. I just feel like a spare-time friend to him. I don’t really feel like a fiancé. I don’t feel like I’m an important part of his day at all. He also doesn’t cuddle me as much, barely dishes out a compliment to me, doesn’t hug me unless I’m coming or going, and barely even wants to do the deed with me anymore.
He calls it “me time” and says that it’s not a bad thing. He also said “We’re just at that point in the relationship where it’s a different kind of love. We already got past the lovey-dovey stage where all we want to do is kiss and cuddle and compliment each-other, so now we’re at that stage where we just kiss less, don’t hug as much, don’t compliment as much, and that’s okay!” I still like to compliment him all the time, kiss him a lot, get hugs and things like that, so it’s definitely just him who is “at this stage”. Not me. He said he will come over this weekend because he knows I’m bummed that he doesn’t.
So to sum that up: (TL;DR!) He will not (or barely) answer any of my texts the whole day until maybe an hour before I go to work. He does everything he wants before even acknowledging any messages of mine, and then will call me for maybe 30 minutes while playing Xbox. I’ll tell him he can text me instead while I’m at work, and he won’t. He might text me one message when he goes to bed, but not before that at all. Since we only see each-other every other weekend (I only go to his house), our main form of communication relies on the phone. I barely even get to talk to him in a day. I feel like he prioritizes everything he wants to do/everyone else in his life before me, and then finally talks to me during his spare time. He said “we’re just at that stage where we don’t want to kiss as much, don’t hug as often and don’t really compliment each-other that much and that’s ok.” But I still do all of those things. So it’s just him who’s at that stage.
Advice on how to get through this “stage” of his??

Everything was going according to plan with my picc line procedure today. They got about 38cm in and ran into resistance near my chest (where the mass is). Not sure if it was the mass or what causing the resistance.
They sent me home and I’m waiting for my oncology team to call with next steps as my first R-EPOCH treatment is scheduled to start this Monday.
Wondering if they could still do this first treatment via IV and then maybe explore trying the picc again later? (They didn’t seem keen on a port for this regimen)
Just anxious and don’t want this to delay my start.

Since February i have been bloated non stop, like my bloating hasn’t gone down and it has been 5 months i also haven’t had my period since then. I was also experiencing upper abdominal pain and constipation and a white tongue. I panicked, i thought i had a GI issue so i went to a GI doctor and after a few weeks he did an endoscopy which came back normal. My symptoms persisted so i went to the ER in March and in April. They only took my blood and send me home. I didn’t know what was wrong with me. When i noticed i didn’t have my period in a really long time. I made an appointment with a gynaecologist in the end of April. I told her i was worried about my symptoms. She only did an abdominal ultrasound which came back normal too (bc i’m a virgin, she said a vaginal ultrasound is not needed). Doctors told me my symptoms are bc of anxiety. I stopped taking the pill (it is a very small dosage, like the mini-pill) in December. Since yesterday i have the constant need to pee but hardly anything is coming out. I’m really worried about my symptoms. Could it be because of the pill?? Is it anxiety?? I’m scared it could be something more serious like ovarian cancer bc my symptoms are persisting for so long and these are also signs of ovarian cancer. If an abdominal ultrasound is clear are you safe that it is not cancer?? I suffer from really bad health anxiety. Idk what to do bc doctors haven’t really giving me advise what to do? Should i make another appointment with the gynaecologist?

For instance the idea that wealthy pure blood kids can practice magic in their homes since the wards are so thick + there’s magic all around them so it couldn’t really be tracked, which is why so many of them are ahead of muggleborns and halfbloods or muggle raised.
or one FF had the idea that there’s an inside joke in which once you turn 17 and loose the trace everyone tells you that you could have bypassed it by using a potion to make you old for a few mins and then when it reversed the trace would be so confused since it wouldn’t believe that you could be reversed in age so it would just believe that you were of age.

So I (f26) live with my bf (m26) in a four unit building. It’s two to a floor so we share a hall with one other tenant (guessing f30’s) who was very nice when we first moved in but definitely has some habits that suck to be around.
I’m no snitch so I’d never report it but she has about three or four animals in a small 1br (we are only allowed one animal here) which I honestly don’t care about except two of them are dogs and she refuses to pick up their shit. My partner has even seen her watching him, waiting for him to come inside when he gets home, so she can walk away after her dogs poop on ours and our neighbors lawns. It’s really annoying but we just ignore it. She is nice to me but she treats my bf like he’s an axe murderer, going so far as to send down her dogs into our shared basement when she does laundry. Which, I get being careful around strangers especially men, but thats not safe for ppl or the dogs if something were to happen like they get aggressive.
The main reason I’m writing this post is actually about mail. She always leaves her packages in the hall for weeks, which blocks our stairway, but we again, ignore that. The new thing though is that she had a “hello fresh” food box delivered and left it in front of her door for two weeks til is started to smell. She steps over it each time she walks her dogs. Well recently I peeked at it and it actually doesn’t have her name on it, but at this point I’m pissed she didn’t mark it as return to sender to atleast move it so we wouldn’t assume it was her so someone else could atleast get rid of it or return it.
It’s been a month at this point and she has it right outside her door. Smells horrendous but also I think it’s so shitty I would have to take care of something she’s let get this bad. If she just moved it then it never would have gotten smelly and rotten. She’s old enough she should be able to take care of it herself instead of just waiting for one of us to crack.
So what do I do? Should I just get rid of it/ mark it return to sender or should I keep waiting? Is it better or worse to try and ask her to take care of it. I get it’s not technically hers but she has left it right outside her door this long and it’s no one’s here so if anything she should have taken care of it, right?

Warning: previous chapters of this story have been updated with plot and character changes. Even if you've read them before, this chapter may not make sense unless you go back and re-read the last few chapters.
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The next few days were a blur. I wanted to spend every waking moment (and all of my sleeping moments) wrapped around Isak. But school was fast approaching, and even though neither of us wanted to discuss it, I knew we had to decide what our plan was.
The fear of being outed at school started to keep me up at night. Sure, my parents knew and were weirdly cool with everything. But putting up with parents that are upset with you is minor compared to the judgmental stares and whispers that I knew would haunt me if people found out at school.
That combined with the stress of keeping secrets from Emma finally made me snap. Isak and I were laying on my bed when I pulled out my phone. I video called Emma and she picked up almost immediately.
“Oh hey, I was starting to feel like you two were ghosting me.” She put on a pouty face.
“About that…” I shifted nervously and Isak suddenly sat up, realizing what I was about to do.
Emma looked concerned but didn’t say anything.
“There is something that I have to tell you and you’re probably going to be pissed at me.” It was time for me to face the music.
“Jesus Gabriel, what have you done?” She sat down on her bed, preparing for the worst.
“I may have encouraged someone to shoot their shot with Ross.” Gabriel kept it vague to protect Reese.
Emma stared at the phone for a moment. I wasn’t able to read her reaction. “Is it safe to assume that based on your vagueness that this certain someone that you told to shoot their shot is a guy?” I glanced nervously at Isak and didn’t answer her question. “I’ll take that as a yes.” She didn’t seem upset, just confused. “Is Ross gay?”
I looked at Isak for help. He finally grabbed the phone from me. “The jury is still out on that one I’m afraid.”
“Well. Shit.” She looked a little disappointed, but not angry. “How come you never encouraged me to take a shot at him?” She asked.
“Didn’t seem like you needed it. You do a fine job flirting with him without my encouragement.” I explained.
“Yeah I guess you have a point there.” She seemed lost in thought for a bit. “So has this mystery man had any success?” I again looked to Isak for support. He had been the one that Reese gave nightly progress reports to.
Isak grabbed the phone from me. “Progress has been slow, but it's looking like there may be some mutual interest.” I thought back to the night after our trip to the lake with Ross. Reese had told us how he was teaching Ross to swim.
“I was holding onto his stomach for a super long time! And every time he swam off of my hands, his bulge would brush against them!” He was giddy with excitement.
Since then, he’d hung out with Ross a few times on their own. It had gone well apparently, but the topic of sexuality hadn’t come up and Reese wasn’t sure if Ross was being flirty back or was just being nice.
“Well if Ross turns out to like girls, can you at least put in a good word for me?” Emma rolled her eyes at us.
“Of course!” I grabbed the phone back. “Please don’t be mad. It just kinda happened and I’ve felt horrible about it for days.”
“Gabriel, I’ll never be mad at you for looking out for your friends.” She paused and put on a fake angry face. “Just don’t forget who your best friend is, okay?”
“Okay, promise.” I was relieved.
After getting off the phone with Emma there was only one thing left that I needed to do. It was time for the talk. I think that Isak could sense it. He kept giving me nervous glances.
I took a deep breath. “Okay so I’ve been thinking.” As soon as I started, Isak looked terrified. “I don’t think that I’m ready to be out at school.” I blurted out.
“Oh.” Isak seemed surprised by my statement. Apparently he’d been thinking I was going to say something else. “Okay, I totally get it.” He placed a hand on my knee and gave it a squeeze. “I thought you were going to say that you were having second thoughts about us or something.”
“Isak! If there is only one thing that I’m sure of in my life, it is that I love you with my whole entire heart and nothing, and I mean NOTHING will ever tear me away from you.” I placed a hand over his and gave it a squeeze.
“Does this mean that you want me to get back into the closet?” He didn’t seem upset, just unsure.
“I’m not sure.” I shifted uncomfortably. “I mean we’re out to my friends and family. So it's not like we’re really in the closet. Just at school maybe?” I felt like an absolute ass. Here I was claiming that he was the best thing that ever happened to me, and yet I’m acting like I was ashamed of him. Fuck.
“That’s fine. It’s not like people are going to ask me if I like guys right after I’m introduced to them anyways.” Isak pointed out. I guess he had a point. He may not even need to deny that he’s gay if it never comes up.. Right?
I leaned in for a kiss. Isak returned it, but it felt half-hearted. I ran a hand up his thigh. “Do you mind if we just watch a movie and snuggle? I’m not really in the mood.”
I nodded and tried not to look like I was upset. Isak had never turned down intimacy before. I know that eventually a night would come where one of us just wasn’t feeling it, but it didn’t take a rocket scientist to figure out that he wasn’t feeling it tonight because I told him that I wanted to stay in the closet. I wanted him to stay in the closet. I didn’t want to admit to people that we were dating.
He put on a movie and slid into bed with me. I draped my arm over him and held onto him. His body was radiating heat. My mind began to race over all the things that he and I had experienced together in the past few weeks. He’d been my first in so many things. First real kiss. First time having sex. First love.
Why was this so hard? Why did I have to choose between upsetting him and being ridiculed at school? It wasn’t fair. The first tear slipped out of my eye. Fuck people. Fuck everyone. Judgmental fucks. Another tear fell. Then another. I managed to stay silent. I didn’t want Isak to see me crying. I had to be strong for him, for us.
Why didn’t he understand? He’d come out back home and everything changed for him. He was miserable after he came out. People treated him differently. Why did he want me to suffer the same fate? He’s supposed to care about me right?
My mind started to spiral out of control. The first sob hit suddenly. Isak turned around with a surprised look on his face. The dam burst and tears erupted out of me. The sobs were uncontrollable. Isak wrapped his arms around me.
“Gabe, what’s wrong?” He caressed my hair and wiped the tears from my face.
“I’m scared.” I managed to get out between sobs.
“Shhhhh.” He tried to calm me down. “We don’t have to tell anyone. I promise I’m not mad.” He assured me.
“You’re not?” The sobs started to subside.
“No, we will wait until you’re ready. There is no rush.” He gave me a kiss.
“Are you sure?”
“Yes, I’m sure. Here switch places with me.” He climbed over me so that he could be big spoon. I liked it when he was big spoon. I felt safe with him behind me.
Sleep evaded me that night. Try as I might, I couldn’t manage to get my brain to quiet down. I had everything I ever wanted laying behind me, but I was too scared to admit it.

All this started almost 9 years ago. One of my friends told me that he and his wife saw her getting into an hotel with another man (his wife tried to convince him to not say anything, because "it was not their business" and got angry when he told me, but he said he couldn't keep being my friend keeping in secret something like that).
I made my moves, hired someone to follow her, and got all the evidence I needed, she was cheating on me. I had all the evidence I needed, even her social media, everything. Only after having everything on my favor, I confronted her.
I told her that I knew everything. She denied it, of course. I show her captures from her chats and texts. She kept saying those werent hers. I showed her lots of stuff, and she denied everything to the point it was ridiculous, all while she claimed that I was an awfull husband for thinking she would do that and not trusting her. I showed her photos of she getting in and out an hotel, and kissing that man, and she started to cry.
She started to say all the classic shit a cheater would say when they're caugth. "Is not like that" "is not my fault" "you dont understand" "it was your fault" "I was lonely" "I never loved him" "you're never at home".
I told her to stop. I didnt wanted to listen to her, she was a liar, a cheater, and I didnt trust her. I told her I wanted her out of my house, that I already talked to a lawyer and we were getting divorced. Then, her tears and begging dissapeared and she started to get mad, saying I had no rigth to do that, asking why Im not figthing to get her back, that she would not accept it, and threated me to take my kids and the house if I wanted the divorce. "Courts are always on women side" she said. I told her that she better start looking for another place.
The following days were hard. She was disgusted for being caugth, and mad because I werent trying to save our marriage. Me, on the other side, told her daily that she must leave, that our marriage was over. That only made her beheavior worst. But the day I completely lost it, was when I heared my daughter crying. I got in that room, to find her on the floor crying, covering half of her face with her hands, and her mother standing next to her, screaming at her that "she was no one to judge or question her" and "I'm your mother, I'm always rigth".
My daughter heard us, and asked her why I wanted the divorce, and she blew up against her and slapped on her face. A full force slap to an 9 years old girl. I lost it. I dont know how furious I must been, or how I looked, but my wife stopped her tantrum, and started to be afraid of me.
I told her that she must leave that nigth, if I came back and she was still there, there would be consecuences. I took my daughter and my son to my parent's house. I took her to the hospital and took photos of her face.
Next day, she was still there, asking me to talk, to be reasonable. I left. I wanted revenge, I wanted blood, I wanted to hurt her way worse the way she hurted my girl. I started by sending all the evidence of the affair to the wife of the other guy. He was a guy with a lot to lost, and that not only gave him a lot of problems, it made it lost friendships and contacts, and started the gossip about them. That afternoon my wife called me, hysterical, asking me "How could I do that" that "I had no rigth to expose them". I told her that it was just the begining, that I had enough of her. I wanted her out of my life, or this would go worst.
The good thing about being married, is that you know all the secrets of your partner, and I used every single one of them to take her down. I kept the house and the kids (hurting or daughter made her look dangerous to be in charge of the kids). After it was over, she moved with her mother. Then I send everything I had to her family.
She was raised by a single mom. Her dad cheated on her mom and abandoned them, so, it's a very delicate subject on the family, and knowing that she was just like him, made her situation worst. Her mother kicked her out of her house, and the brother only let her stay on his place a couple weeks, because "he was disgusted of her". She tried to get help from the guy, but he was on a worst situation that her, so he threw her away like trash.
She ended up moving to a little appartment, started to work to pay the bills, and slowly started to be miserable. Her friends stopped talking her, her family didnt wanted to see her, our children resented her. And thats only the second year of all this.
She tried to date again, just to find guys who used her and left, or took advantage of her. For what I knew, she slowly descended on depresion, and her old food issues returned.
She believed she touched bottom after the third year, so, she joined a church. One of those "rebirth christians" who promised her that all her faults and mistakes would be forgiven and forgotten after she was born again inside their faith. That ended up being another mistake. She found out very late that she was surrounded by some of the most toxic people, who as soon as they knew about her past, started to talk bad and spread rumors about her, took advantage and humilliate her.
She had nothing.
5 years after everything started, she came back, basically begging on her knees to forgive her. She cried how sorry she was, how much she regreted everything, that she had nothing, no family, no friends, nothing, she doesnt remembered being happy since the divorce, and how much she missed me, our family, our marriage, how happy she was with me, with us. She promised me that she would do anything, that she would obey me blindly, she wanted her life back, our family, our kids, and she would do anything to fix the worst mistake she ever done.
I'm aware I'm not a good person. I still resented her, so, I asked to prove it. How I could know she was being honest? She told me she had nothing to offer, except for her obedience, heart and body. I took her to the room and had sex with her. She not only never said no on any moment, her face reflected genuine happiness, and she ended up crying out of happiness after we finished, promising me she would do anything for me, that she would dedícate her life to be the perfect wife.
The following days, I set the rules, and made her sign a contract. She accepted everything. She was serious about doing anything.
To the outside people, we are a couple that, after lots of issues, found the way to have another chance. They look at us and see a lovely couple. She managed to slowly rebuilt her relationship with our children. But the reality, is that she basically became my slave.
Dont get me wrong. I'm not physical abusive, or have her locked, or isolated. We go to events, dinners, movies, vacations, she now have the life she used to have before all this. But she have nothing, and I make sure she never forget that. Nothing is at her name, she doesnt have job or any money, and she agreed on not trying to find a job and dedicate only to the home and the kids.
Her phone doesnt have password, and I have acces to all her social media in any moment, and she always have to show me where she is and what is she doing, on any moment I ask. She doesnt have voice on the important desicions, she cant complaint. And she accept it, because she knows she has nothing else.
Sometimes she asks me to marry again, she wants to be my wife again, but she signed that we would only do that, after our younger son is 25. When she ask me, if all of this is still necessary, I always tell her the same answer, "Yes, bacause I DONT TRUST YOU". Those words are enough to take her down. I've made sure she understands, that even though we live together, and I'm giving her this chance, we're not together. I'm still single, and if I want it, I can start dating on any moment I want. I've even brought women into the house a couple times, to test her limits. She has no choice but to shut up and accept it.
Even so, the moment I touch her, the moment I kiss her, she gives herself completely to me, desperate to feel me close, to feel I love her.
I'm not a good person. I'm sure of that, because I dont regret anything I've been doing. Its been almost 4 yearsvhaving her like this. For a revenge, it should have be over long ago, but I like to own her this way. I learned to enjoy having all this power over her, and she is honestly happy living like this. I cant hate her anymore, but I dont love her, and I'm not sure if I can.
My daughter is now 18, and my son 15, so, I still have 10 years to learn to love her again before marry her. But, if I found after all that time that I cant, I maybe just throw her again, say to the outside people that it just didnt worked, live my life on my own while she try to figure out what she would do. Meanwhile, I will enjoy how she works hard to be "the perfect wife and mother" she still want to be.

KIK ONLY, Short term lenght roleplay. Read EVERYTHING i would know if you didnt read the whole post, trust me. I play first person and i play with short to medium replies, but when something needs to be long, it would be long.
So this is the basic idea. You have a 20 year old daughter, you have a lovely marriage with your wife too. Your daughter is always brining home these absolutelly stunning friends of hers... so she decided to invite one of her friends to your house so they have a little sleepover. They are having a fun time and everything until when the clock hits the midnight and your daughters boyfriend calls her and says that they need to talk immediately. She goes over to his house. And she leaves her perfect friend in her room. This is your chance. Just hope your wife doesnt catch you!!!
I have photos for a girl i would play as. you would choose 1 which you like the most on kik!
So that was about it, we would discuss kinks, limits and other questions on kik. I would send you my kik profile if you include the word "tree" in the message you send me on reddit. Lets have some fun. I am 18+ and all characters in this roleplay have to be 18+ aswell.

Hey all, I recently set up my home network at my house with the following specs:
Service: 1 gb/s Spectrum
Modem: Arris Surfboard SB8200 DOCSIS 3.1
Router: TP-Link AX1800 Wifi 6 Router (Archer AX20)
Switch: Netgear unmanaged gigabit switch
Cabling: New Cat 6 run throughout house
Everything is brand new, not refurbished.
My problem comes whenever the router gets involved. I have confirmed gigabit speeds when connected through the wired cat6 directly into the modem and when connected into the switch connected to the modem, but when run through the router everything slows to a crawl.
It will have proper speed and work for a minute or two, then drop for several minutes, then come back. Whenever I test it, it says the speeds are correct, even when I am actively trying to use it in another window and it isn't working. The Wifi it produces has the same behaviour, and the wired behaviour is consistent across multiple wired devices. It is absolutely isolated the router, all other components work flawlessly when the router is removed from the setup, including all cabling.
I have been searching for several days at this point and have yet to find a solution that works for more than a few minutes. I have checked my QoS settings, changed and confirmed the mac addresses, made sure my modem is pointed towards my router's mac address and not my computer's. I have rebooted and factory reset the router several times. I have rebooted my modem along with my router. At this point whenever I try to reword the problem to find more info I still end up with the same unresolved forum threads.
Is there anything I'm overlooking here? Have I just ended up with a faulty router that I should return? I feel like I'm going crazy. Thank you for listening to my woes and hopefully releasing me from this router hell.

I bought the RTX 3060 8GB on April 18th, and since then, even when running old games like GTAV, For Honor, or Anno 1800, my FPS stays around 30-40. I've done several tests and benchmarks, and they all disappoint. Before the 3060, I had a 1060 6GB, and it performed better.
On this website, I found comparisons of the 3060 with various games, resolutions, and settings, and I chose the one closest to my setup, but I still fall far below what was expected (detail - I only play my games at 1920x1080p):
https://www.gpucheck.com/compare/nvidia-geforce-rtx-3060-vs-nvidia-geforce-gtx-1060/intel-core-i5-8600k-3-60ghz-vs-intel-core-i5-8600k-3-60ghz/ultra
My configuration:

• Motherboard: Asus ROG STRIX Z370-G GAMING LGA 1151, Intel Z370 chipset
• Processor: Intel Core i5 8600k LGA 1151, 3.60 GHz, 8th generation
• Memory: 16GB (8GB x 2) DDR4 2400MHz Kingston HyperX Fury
• Power Supply: Super Flower 850W Leadex III HG Gold 80 Plus, SF-850F14HG

I have been advised to make various changes, but none of them have brought any improvement:

• I formatted Windows (I have Windows 10 Home 64-bit)
• In Windows: I enabled Game Mode and set the power options to High Performance
• In the BIOS/UEFI: I enabled 4G and Resizable Bar, XMP, disabled power-saving features for PCI-Express slots, among others. I reverted to factory defaults.
• In terms of hardware: I removed my two M.2 SSDs and tested without them to ensure that the PCI-E lanes were clear. I properly cleaned the PCIe slots on the motherboard, including using contact cleaner. I also changed the power cables from the power supply to the GPU.

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Contact me to get Iman Gadzhi - Agency Navigator by chatting me on +44 759 388 2116 on Telegram/Whatsapp.
I have Iman Gadzhi - Agency Navigator.
Iman Gadzhi - Agency Navigator course is one of the best products on how to start a marketing agency.
Iman Gadzhi - Agency Navigator includes over 50 hours of step-by-step training covering EVERY aspect of building an agency from scratch. This is almost a plug & play system with enough success stories to back it up! Signing clients, running Facebook ads, building out your team, on-boarding clients, invoicing, sales... this course has everything covered for you.
The topics inside Iman Gadzhi - Agency Navigator course include:

1. Agency Navigator course Core Curriculum
   
2. Custom E-Learning Platform For Agency Owners
   
3. Financial Planner, Revenue Calculator, Outreach Tracker & More Tools
   
4. Websites Templates, Funnels, Ads & More
   
5. Template Contracts, Sales Scripts, Agreements & More
   

The lessons in Iman Gadzhi - Agency Navigator will teach you how to:
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All this started almost 9 years ago. One of my friends told me that he and his wife saw her getting into an hotel with another man (his wife tried to convince him to not say anything, because "it was not their business" and got angry when he told me, but he said he couldn't keep being my friend keeping in secret something like that).
I made my moves, hired someone to follow her, and got all the evidence I needed, she was cheating on me. I had all the evidence I needed, even her social media, everything. Only after having everything on my favor, I confronted her.
I told her that I knew everything. She denied it, of course. I show her captures from her chats and texts. She kept saying those werent hers. I showed her lots of stuff, and she denied everything to the point it was ridiculous, all while she claimed that I was an awfull husband for thinking she would do that and not trusting her. I showed her photos of she getting in and out an hotel, and kissing that man, and she started to cry.
She started to say all the classic shit a cheater would say when they're caugth. "Is not like that" "is not my fault" "you dont understand" "it was your fault" "I was lonely" "I never loved him" "you're never at home".
I told her to stop. I didnt wanted to listen to her, she was a liar, a cheater, and I didnt trust her. I told her I wanted her out of my house, that I already talked to a lawyer and we were getting divorced. Then, her tears and begging dissapeared and she started to get mad, saying I had no rigth to do that, asking why Im not figthing to get her back, that she would not accept it, and threated me to take my kids and the house if I wanted the divorce. "Courts are always on women side" she said. I told her that she better start looking for another place.
The following days were hard. She was disgusted for being caugth, and mad because I werent trying to save our marriage. Me, on the other side, told her daily that she must leave, that our marriage was over. That only made her beheavior worst. But the day I completely lost it, was when I heared my daughter crying. I got in that room, to find her on the floor crying, covering half of her face with her hands, and her mother standing next to her, screaming at her that "she was no one to judge or question her" and "I'm your mother, I'm always rigth".
My daughter heard us, and asked her why I wanted the divorce, and she blew up against her and slapped on her face. A full force slap to an 9 years old girl. I lost it. I dont know how furious I must been, or how I looked, but my wife stopped her tantrum, and started to be afraid of me.
I told her that she must leave that nigth, if I came back and she was still there, there would be consecuences. I took my daughter and my son to my parent's house. I took her to the hospital and took photos of her face.
Next day, she was still there, asking me to talk, to be reasonable. I left. I wanted revenge, I wanted blood, I wanted to hurt her way worse the way she hurted my girl. I started by sending all the evidence of the affair to the wife of the other guy. He was a guy with a lot to lost, and that not only gave him a lot of problems, it made it lost friendships and contacts, and started the gossip about them. That afternoon my wife called me, hysterical, asking me "How could I do that" that "I had no rigth to expose them". I told her that it was just the begining, that I had enough of her. I wanted her out of my life, or this would go worst.
The good thing about being married, is that you know all the secrets of your partner, and I used every single one of them to take her down. I kept the house and the kids (hurting or daughter made her look dangerous to be in charge of the kids). After it was over, she moved with her mother. Then I send everything I had to her family.
She was raised by a single mom. Her dad cheated on her mom and abandoned them, so, it's a very delicate subject on the family, and knowing that she was just like him, made her situation worst. Her mother kicked her out of her house, and the brother only let her stay on his place a couple weeks, because "he was disgusted of her". She tried to get help from the guy, but he was on a worst situation that her, so he threw her away like trash.
She ended up moving to a little appartment, started to work to pay the bills, and slowly started to be miserable. Her friends stopped talking her, her family didnt wanted to see her, our children resented her. And thats only the second year of all this.
She tried to date again, just to find guys who used her and left, or took advantage of her. For what I knew, she slowly descended on depresion, and her old food issues returned.
She believed she touched bottom after the third year, so, she joined a church. One of those "rebirth christians" who promised her that all her faults and mistakes would be forgiven and forgotten after she was born again inside their faith. That ended up being another mistake. She found out very late that she was surrounded by some of the most toxic people, who as soon as they knew about her past, started to talk bad and spread rumors about her, took advantage and humilliate her.
She had nothing.
5 years after everything started, she came back, basically begging on her knees to forgive her. She cried how sorry she was, how much she regreted everything, that she had nothing, no family, no friends, nothing, she doesnt remembered being happy since the divorce, and how much she missed me, our family, our marriage, how happy she was with me, with us. She promised me that she would do anything, that she would obey me blindly, she wanted her life back, our family, our kids, and she would do anything to fix the worst mistake she ever done.
I'm aware I'm not a good person. I still resented her, so, I asked to prove it. How I could know she was being honest? She told me she had nothing to offer, except for her obedience, heart and body. I took her to the room and had sex with her. She not only never said no on any moment, her face reflected genuine happiness, and she ended up crying out of happiness after we finished, promising me she would do anything for me, that she would dedícate her life to be the perfect wife.
The following days, I set the rules, and made her sign a contract. She accepted everything. She was serious about doing anything.
To the outside people, we are a couple that, after lots of issues, found the way to have another chance. They look at us and see a lovely couple. She managed to slowly rebuilt her relationship with our children. But the reality, is that she basically became my slave.
Dont get me wrong. I'm not physical abusive, or have her locked, or isolated. We go to events, dinners, movies, vacations, she now have the life she used to have before all this. But she have nothing, and I make sure she never forget that. Nothing is at her name, she doesnt have job or any money, and she agreed on not trying to find a job and dedicate only to the home and the kids.
Her phone doesnt have password, and I have acces to all her social media in any moment, and she always have to show me where she is and what is she doing, on any moment I ask. She doesnt have voice on the important desicions, she cant complaint. And she accept it, because she knows she has nothing else.
Sometimes she asks me to marry again, she wants to be my wife again, but she signed that we would only do that, after our younger son is 25. When she ask me, if all of this is still necessary, I always tell her the same answer, "Yes, bacause I DONT TRUST YOU". Those words are enough to take her down. I've made sure she understands, that even though we live together, and I'm giving her this chance, we're not together. I'm still single, and if I want it, I can start dating on any moment I want. I've even brought women into the house a couple times, to test her limits. She has no choice but to shut up and accept it.
Even so, the moment I touch her, the moment I kiss her, she gives herself completely to me, desperate to feel me close, to feel I love her.
I'm not a good person. I'm sure of that, because I dont regret anything I've been doing. Its been almost 4 yearsvhaving her like this. For a revenge, it should have be over long ago, but I like to own her this way. I learned to enjoy having all this power over her, and she is honestly happy living like this. I cant hate her anymore, but I dont love her, and I'm not sure if I can.
My daughter is now 18, and my son 15, so, I still have 10 years to learn to love her again before marry her. But, if I found after all that time that I cant, I maybe just throw her again, say to the outside people that it just didnt worked, live my life on my own while she try to figure out what she would do. Meanwhile, I will enjoy how she works hard to be "the perfect wife and mother" she still want to be.

Hi all, I have for sale two Lyman molds and a set of handles for them.
The first is a Minnie ball mold, 575213 old style, in excellent condition (not sure it's ever actually been used) that was recently refitted with a new base plug direct from Lyman (I sent the mold in and they fitted the plug). Asking $70+$10 shipping (USPS priority) to CONUS.
The second is a double-ball mold, diameter 0.495. Asking $50+$10 USPS priority mail shipping.
Also available are one set of handles, packaged with either mold for additional $20, or $25 on their own + $10 priority shipping.
I'll sell the full package for $125 + $10 priority mail shipping to CONUS.
Pics here: https://imgur.com/a/Zb0d8UN
Payment via Venmo or Zelle