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mycloudymind · 3 years

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Elif & Osman {Love 101}

My Favorite Scenes season 2 edition 😍(cause they’re only in season 2😂)

background: the gang is back together! last season the group stood up to Necdet and got expelled. Now it’s season 2 and the group is being blackmailed by Necdet. To save his reputation, he threthned Sinan, Kerem, Eda and Osman that he’ll expel Isik if they don’t become students again and his servants. They agree but ultimately Isik finds out and she gets expelled after dumping paint on Necdet. So the gang, now freed thinks up a new plot to get rid of Nesdet and get Isik back to school. So to achieve this they enlist the help of the new girl Elif. She’s the daughter of the Director Of Education and a piano prodigy. So whose job is it approach her? Osman!

Rough beginnings

Osman is in Necdet’s office straightening things up when Elif walks in looking for Necdet.They both wait and when Necdets finally arrives and starts doing his whole kiss ass bs, Elif pushes some of Necdet’s ink on the desk and blames Osman. S2 Ep 1 - 11:17

Eager to assist

So the gang cooks up a plan to install another teacher as principal and they want to enlist Elif’s father in their plot. So whose gonna ask Elif for help? Osman and went he approaches and asks her surprisingly (to him) she’s more than happy to oblige. S2 Ep 2 - 24:48

I don’t think it’s the piano

Elif is walking her fellow classmate who references how she must really love the piano. Elif says she does and describes her love for the piano as she gazes in the direction of the schools’ that Osman just happens to be on... S2 Ep 3 - 4:38

Angry rocket man

So as part of the plan Osman and Elif become partners for an essay and he tells the teacher they're going to meet. Meanwhile Osman had no plans to actually write it and was just going to have an employee do it. This led to him unknowingly blowing off a meeting with Elif, who thought it was real. Obviously hurt she confronts him and they have a falling out. So next class when he hands in the essay Elif storms out and plays the school piano. This gathers a crowd, with everyone in awe of Elif including Osman who seems to be enchanted by her. S2 Ep3 - 31:55

He’s all good. Except he’s not.

Ever since the piano incident Osman has been.. off. He’s avoiding Elif, forgetting to have hazelnuts on hand and had one really flustering moment with Elif before the scene that just killed me. Osman shows up to school feeling like he had it all figured out! He’s good now! Except it’s Sunday. Like dude c’mon. I've never liked anyone that much. S2 Ep 4 - 24:24

In class confession

Burcu tells the class they’ll be reading of “love and other demons”. After SInan refused a summary of it Elif does and the class devolves into a discussion about love where it become very clear how Osman and Elif feel about each other. S2 Ep 5 - 20:16

It’s finally just them

Since their kind of confession they have kept getting interrupted when they try to talk. But finally Elif lies to her driver and says she has chess club so the two can spend time together! Osman takes her on the boat and they have a romantic date on the sea! S2 Ep 5 - 45:10

Play for you

Elif has a concert and she begins to play strong but falters and stops. That's when she remembers what Osman told her about the piano to “play for yourself”. Elif thinks of all their memories together and begins to play a completely different song happy and confidently. At the end she receives a round of applause and Osman is in the back of the auditorium proud and crying. S2 Ep 7 - 19:26

Goodbye 😭

It was always in the plan for Elif to move to Vienna to continue her studies and to perform there but after her father was framed by Necdet it got moved up. So before she leaves Elif meets with Osman to say goodbye. Although Elif wants to stay with him, Osman says no, that this is her future. Elif agrees, but only if he’ll come and see her and he swear that he will. S2 Ep 8 - 2:20

He calls her!

So Osman never went to see her, even though he’s been to Vienna many times he’s just hoped he’d bump into her. He doesn't have the confidence, so years down the line when the whole group is reunited again they encourage him to call and she answers! I can only hope they meet again! S2 Ep 8 - 47:12

#ask 101 #love 101 #turkish #romance #drama #selahattin paşalı #Ece Yükse #1990

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matthias-meijer · 3 years

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@rebelwithacausesolveig

Christmas had been different this year, that much was for sure. He had enjoyed himself though, spending the day at Maggie’s new place in the village with his love and his baby sister teasing him throughout as they enjoyed a meal and a gift exchange. It had honestly felt like old times. But even having a good time couldn’t quell the emptiness of that missing piece to their small family here in Russia. It was his own stubbornness and his still ever-present anger towards her that had kept him from inviting the guard that day, not to mention his fear that Maggie would not have approved of her being there as well. He wasn’t even sure how the two girls would get along after everything that had been revealed anyway. The whole thing was a mess.

A bit drunk after the festivities, Matthias had just dropped Kat off in her room when he’d come across the festive box in front of his door, the prince looking around the hallway as if the person who’d put it there would be waiting in the shadows. Realizing no one was there, he took the box inside of his room and set it down on his bed so he could wash up for the night. A pair of clean pajama pants and a set of brushed teeth later, he took a seat next to the gift and started to inspect the outside closely, not sure what he would find or what he was looking for. A card maybe? Something that indicated this wasn’t some sort of joke or anything of that sort?

It was anything but. Matthias sobered up immediately as he pulled the tissue paper from the picture, his whole body seeming to seize up as he gazed down at the girl who was unmistakably his daughter. He knew even before he’d read Solveig’s messy scrawl, there was no way this girl wasn’t related to him or Sol. His fingertips lightly grazed the glass over Astrid’s cheeks while his eyes welled ever so slightly, and Matthias let out a deep breath he’d felt like he’d been holding in ever since Halloween. This was her. And she was beautiful.

The Dutch prince wasn’t sure how long he’d been staring down at that photo before he set it down next to the box, his eye catching a glint from something else inside. He picked up the disc, his head tilting while he took in the unfamiliar writing on it. That couldn’t be…no, there was no way, right?

He was off the bed and over to his bookshelf faster than he realized he could even move almost losing his grip on the disc while he placed it in the cd player. The touch screen popped up and he almost cracked the delicate screen as he clicked on the first file.

“Matthias! Mama said you finally found out about me!”

Mouth falling open, he closed his eyes as he took in the girl’s tone and a million thoughts started to flood his mind. Found out about her? Had she known who he was all this time?

“She tried to feed me some line about how if you knew she had a daughter you’d never let her keep her job because it was too dangerous. Between you and me, that’s some BS.”

A laugh fell from his lips. This was Solveig’s daughter, that was for sure. So that’s how she’d kept Astrid in the dark, huh? Feeding her lies while somehow still shining him in a good light…he shouldn’t have been surprised. Solveig was a good liar it seemed, and it made him wonder what else she had been keeping from him over the years.

“I don’t think she knows who my dad is and that makes her really uneasy. Don’t judge her about it, she’s a great mom.”

His smile turned down into a frown as the girl continued. That line had made his heart ache for Astrid. Solveig had known all along and kept her in the dark along with him, kept her from knowing one of her parents. He knew what that was like in a way having never really known his mother. It wasn’t an easy thing to grow up with and being that absent parent himself made him uneasy.

“Anyway! I’ve known about you pretty much my whole life. Got the birthday present by the way and loved it. I wasn’t sure what you might want for the holiday though, and it was on a bit of short notice… Not gonna lie, I’m giving you the same thing I gave my mom…and your sister. Hope you like armature piano played by a teenager and I promise I’ll get you something way better for your birthday. Well, I mean, maybe… I would welcome a list of reasonably priced ideas. Or, you know what? My uncle makes the best honey mead. My mom’s probably shared it with you, you’ll love it. Of course, as a fourteen year old I have no idea what alcohol tastes like or anything…So, um.."

As his daughter continued, he started to smile again. She was…thoughtful. And a bit of a firecracker at the same time. And he noted how she seemed to make him laugh so easily even as his laughter turned into a choked sound, tears finally starting to fall from his eyes while her voice filled the room. Why was he just getting to discover these things about her? Why had he not been allowed to laugh with her in person over the years? Why could he not be there to sneak her the first sip of honey mead she’d probably already tasted? He leaned against the book case and slid down to sit on the floor, his knees coming up as he placed his arms against them, and then pressed his forehead against his own warm skin in an attempt to hide himself from the world. All he wanted to focus on was that voice.

"You know what, forget I said anything. We don’t have to talk about it! I hope you enjoy Jason Mraz and the Beatles. I just get so bored of learning classical music, ya know? Well, this is way too long already, and it’s the third time I’ve recorded it… Yeah, this is like, the edited down version… I should-…I should go now. Happy Holidays, Matthias!"

Silence filled the room, broken only by the sound of his sobs as he stayed curled into himself. Seeing her, hearing her, it was everything he had needed and the worst thing that could have happened at the same time. This wasn’t fair. That voice shouldn’t be foreign to him, that picture shouldn’t be the only one he owned, and he should have been able to display it proudly for everyone to see. Instead he would have to hide it away so nobody would know, he had to listen to her thick Norwegian accent and be reminded that she grew up in an entirely different country, he had to hear about how Solveig was a good mom despite her keeping the girl from her father.

And it wasn’t even Solveig’s fault.

For months he had gone over that conversation…well argument, in his head and all he could get from it was how this whole mess was because of his father. Solveig had some blame of course but could he really fault her for trying to protect her family? Matthias just wished beyond anything that she had trusted him enough to take care of it when they were younger. But again, he had been seventeen at the time, would he have trusted her if the roles had been reversed?

Music broke through his thoughts as he started to calm down. He wasn’t sure how many songs he had missed or how long he’d allowed himself to break down but soon the melodic notes of a piano started to soothe him more and more as time went on. He stayed in that curled up position so that he could keep everything but that sound and his own thoughts out. Things had gotten so out of hand with this situation, but it was time. It was time for him to man up, to stop thinking of just himself as the victim here, to actually truly speak with the mother of his child and figure out what they wanted to do about it all. It was time to start healing from all of this and come out better on the other side.

And he would. He just didn’t know where to start.

#self para #{Matthias: the dinner tables full and theres no room for me to sit}#cause development #HE NEEDED THIS OKAY #stop making me cry

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readmomwrite · 7 years

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10 things I learned through having a baby

At 30, my pregnancy had been unplanned with my boyfriend of two years. I was two months pregnant when we traveled through Asia, and that’s where I told him I was keeping the baby. He was upset—after all, he had just turned 28 a couple of months earlier. We’d been in Phuket, Thailand when I told him. A few days later, we were in Taipei, Taiwan, having lunch, seated across from his best friend—breaking the news. After that, the idea of being a father seemed to bother him less and less, and slowly, he grew to embrace it.

Since we hadn’t intended on becoming parents so soon, I was completely in the dark on what to expect from the pregnancy and delivery, and on what to expect the first couple of months. I didn’t end up reading any guides or books on motherhood, but here are some key things I definitely learned.

Don’t feel ashamed I went through my entire pregnancy, and even the first several weeks after delivery, feeling self-conscious for not being married and still living in an apartment, and I felt like everyone was judging me. No one actually ever said anything to me—in fact, the support and love I received was overwhelming, but I had to learn that my son’s life was bigger than any feelings of shame or inadequacy that I felt.

Stockpile healthy snacks I experienced so much nausea and morning sickness in months 3–8 that I learned the term morning sickness was a pile of BS. I was stricken with vomiting and nausea at all hours of the day or night nearly every day. If I woke up and didn’t immediately eat something, I’d throw up. If I was lying down too long and got up too quickly, I’d throw up. If I didn’t eat something every hour, I’d throw up. If I took vitamins without food... you get the point. Fill your pantry with healthy snacks and easy-to-prep small meals so you can stave off sickness. And keep your purse supplied. Always have food on-hand, and if you don’t want to gain excessive weight, ensure you have smart options.

SHOCKER: my water breaking wasn’t quite like the movies One of my fears was that my water would break while in the shower. Guess what? Yup—that happened. It was my sister’s birthday and I remember stepping out of the tub feeling like I was dripping off more water than usual. Next I thought maybe I was tinkling myself a bit, which can happen when you’re far along. My boyfriend was on a work call upstairs and dismissed it as me being paranoid. But when the leaks kept happening, he finally believed me, and we threw our overnight bags together and rushed to the hospital. There was no great, continuous outpouring of fluids—it was a sporadic leakage every couple of minutes... which went on for hours. Hollywood would have you believe that gallons of warm fluids splash your feet and then a baby magically appears in your arms an hour later, but it was exactly 24 hours from when my water broke that my son was born.

The biggest bowel movement of my life It took me over 22 hours from my water breaking for my cervix to fully dilate for me to begin active labor. I asked the nurses what I was supposed to do, and they told me to push like I was passing the biggest bowel movement of my life. Wait—what? Push like I’m taking the biggest dump ever?? Yes. So for the next 90 minutes, I breathed in and pushed for as hard and as long as I could, breathing out only when I couldn’t push anymore—in unison with my contractions. In front of a full-length mirror (front row seat!), while snapping at my boyfriend to keep the ice chips coming. I was spared the situation of actually having a bowel movement—the worst I suffered was some leakage from the intense pushing I did. I pushed so hard I felt like my head would pop. But once my son’s head crowned and I overcame that final hurdle, the ring of fire, those 90 hellish minutes were worth every second.

I felt like I was bonding more with my breast pump than baby My son was born covered in green poop, with the umbilical cord wrapped tightly around his neck—the result of a long labor after my water broke. He didn’t cry out when he was born—it took a little extra effort, so I only got to hold him a few seconds before he was whisked away to NICU for tests and monitoring. After my doctor sewed me up (they had to cut me a bit to make way for my son’s head to prevent tearing), the Lactation Consultant came in and walk me through pumping. She said it was very important to start pumping as soon as possible to make colostrum and build supply. It took me three days of pumping every two hours for my milk to come in. My baby was formula-fed while in the NICU for the first day, and he already preferred the bottle over my breast. I cried and cried, feeling helpless and like a bad mom for not getting him to take my breast, and I tried enticing him with droppers of milk to get him on my breast, without success. A few days later when we took him to his first Pediatrician appointment, the doctor said he’d lost too much weight, so reluctantly, I started giving him bottles of formula/breast milk instead of trying to eyedropper milk alongside my nipple to try and get him to latch. Presently, I still express milk and supplement with formula. I pump 6 to 7 times a day, and I feel like I’m always in my chair pumping. Always drinking water. Always eating oatmeal and popping lactation supplements. Always applying nipple balm. Always obsessing over how many ounces I’m getting (or not getting). Cleaning pump parts. Pumping again. Over and over and over.

I also felt like I spent more time cleaning bottles than bonding with baby We primarily use Dr. Brown’s bottles. These bottles have SIX parts to each bottle. The cap, the nipple, the white thing, the blue tube thing, the flat round piece when mixing the formula, and the bottles themselves. If you didn’t think dishes were terrible before, wait until you have over twelve bottles that you’re standing over the sink soaping down and scrubbing thoroughly so that your sweet little one isn’t sucking down any nasties. And the back pain...it’s such a strain standing over the sink for several minutes scrubbing away. I haven’t found one cleaning method that saves time while making me feel confident in the cleanliness of our bottles and pump parts—I’ve tried boiling and the dishwasher kits... I don’t own a microwave so I can’t speak to the sterilization bags. Same with the countertop steamer appliances. If I have to soap down and scrub the parts any way, might as well just hand-clean them all and air dry, or pop them into the dishwasher for sterilization. My son currently eats 5-6 ounces every 2-2.5 hours, and that’s a lot of cleaning, my friend.

Post-partum bleeding Nine months of being period-free is a beautiful thing, but during those nine months, your body is producing more blood. I gained 50 pounds during my pregnancy, most of that was extra blood and fluid retention. After delivering my son, the next 3–4 weeks were pretty much my body purging itself of the extra blood and fluids. It’s not a period—I experienced no cramping or PMS whatsoever, but your body is constantly shedding nasties as it tries to snap back into shape. Another little nugget I learned is that I could potentially delay the return of my period by frequently breastfeeding and pumping. My son is three months old and I see no sign of my period coming back soon, and that’s fine by me!

My boobs are no longer mine Through nursing, I learned a few things about the areola and nipples. It feels as if my breasts have become these alien beings attached to my body. Areolae darken and the diameters increase significantly—this is to help newborns zero in on the breast for suckling. I also learned babies properly latch onto the breast by getting as much of the areola in their mouth—not just the nipple. And about the nipple—I had no idea it would secrete milk from more than one hole. Nipples have several holes which then release milk for baby. Another fun fact? There will come a moment when you’ll hear your baby cry and your nipples will start sprinkling out milk—Always have nursing pads!

Routine is everything My son craves routine and structure. From hospital to home, he was fed at consistent times each and every day. Each day, after his first bottle, I carry him into the living room where he spends the next couple of hours playing on his piano play mat, which he loves. Then he has another bottle—I make sure to change his diaper after each feeding. My boyfriend and I go to bed late—the earliest being midnight, so we wanted our son to be on a similar sleep schedule, and it works out great. Around 9pm, we turn off most lights, turn the TV volume down, and get him in the mood to relax and go night-night. He typically has a bottle and gets very sleepy at this hour. He may doze off, and around 11:30pm, we’ll wake him to give him a final feeding and diaper change. Then we swaddle him. Swaddling is everything. It makes him feel snug and secure, akin to being in the womb, and it’s lights out, every time. He’ll sleep from 12–12:30am to 8–8:30am. If I didn’t get this window of sleep each night, I’d be a total zombie trying to meet his needs and keep him happy.

Letting him cry it out is totally okay I don’t rush to console him when he starts being fussy or goes all out screaming and crying. I’m very diligent with sticking to our routine so if he cries, I know he’s getting sleepy, has a poopy diaper, or he’s scared himself (babies startle very easily their first few months). He’s gotten pretty good about self-soothing—he’ll suck on a finger or three, or he’ll close his eyes after a couple minutes of crying and take a little power nap. In the mornings during the first week or so when we were building up to him sleeping a full 8 hours, he’d stir in his crib and quietly cry out. I’d resist getting up to soothe him by waiting to see if he soothed himself first. Half the time, he did. The other half, I’d keep the lights out and give him his binky to suck on and he’d fall right back to sleep while suckling, all swaddled up snugly. Now at 3 months, my son is constantly cooing and playing with his hands and feet and grabbing his toys. Sometimes he’ll cry out, but he first self-soothes with his fingers. Some moms choose to always scoop their babies up and calm them, and that’s 100% okay to do, too. You always learn to do what’s best for your particular little one. There’s more than one right way to do something, and we’re all in this journey of motherhood together!

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theoriginalivyannazimuth · 5 years

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Because Reddit is having issues this is my submission to Malicious Compliance. Mostly so I can copy paste it later

Hello reddit, today I will tell you a tale of romance, betrayal, and smipublic streeking.

(WARNING THERE IS A LOT OF BACKSTORY FOR THIS SO ITS A LONG POST)

I don't go here much as I usually watch RSLASH and /Start and tend to prefer to lurk rather than post (unless its to promote my youtube) but I thought you may like to hear this, so here I go.

I don't usually put my real name online but some people may know me as LadyAzimuth (hi guys!)

I am 23 and my mother and I have always had a rocky relationship; by which I mean that she was mentally abusive to me and physically to my older sister back in the day. Now not to be rude but my mother has always had some mental problems which is why I ignored a good amount of the BS she did.

When I was young and spending the weekend at my father's i spilled some fries witch ketchup however and immediately began sobbing and apologizing for making a mess and going into full panic attack mode. My father calmed me down and asked me some questions which made me come to the realization that I was being pretty heavily abused by my mother.

Couple that with the many MANY years of physical abuse (I was bi in the late 90s and early 2000s and it wasnt legal to marry where I am until 05 so I got my ass kicked alot) and that made the perfect cocktail of dependence and silence.

My mother would constantly tell me I was being dramatic when I was heavily suicidal, dumb when it turns out i am dyslexic, and a cry baby when I would have anxiety attacks. Of course that all stopped when she got diagnosed for almost everything I have.

This may seem like useless information but I need you to understand why I act the way I am in this situation.

Now I have always been obedient. When her mother died i was in my teens and ended up having to raise my 2 younger siblings while my mom and stepfather were in a different city (will be referred to as L henceforth for privacy )

I ended up doing worse in school (I was already having issues because COULDN'T READ) and having to give up doing karate which was the closest thing to therapy I had. I had gotten a few awards for rising through the ranks quicker than others and my teacher thought I could have been a teacher in a few years time if I had continued the way that I was.

Now note, I never asked for a thank you. I believe that you should do your best to help other when they need it and it is ridiculous to demand thanks for it, but I do expect the base level of respect.

My mother only respects herself and her reputation.

I was working at a famous Canadian coffee shop (the one from the memes, you all know what one) for 2 years and I and everyone else was abused for years at it. I stayed longer than 70% of the people working there. This place was the worst. AC didn't work in the summer and it got to about 45 -50 degrees in there, of course we weren't allowed water breaks.

This place also did not want anyone to ever log their injuries. My friend logged a slip that resulted in her being in a hip brace and they cut her hours from full time to 1 4 hour shift a week for it. It was because of this and my being used to being abused that I didn't log a injury I got while trying to open a stuck fridge door.

I have bad knees so I ended up having them lock up while I tried to yank this door open underneath the deli counter causing my kneecap to pop off and my leg to collapse causing a v shape going outwards with the knee. I can't explain it well, but suffice to say, knees do NOT work that way. This is an injury that causes me pain almost every day of my life now, and because I was bullied into not recording it and it was almost 2 years ago now with everyone who was there having quit, there's nothing legally I can do.

I ended up leaving that place when an older lady who had been written up 7 times and not fired dispute almost attacking customers numerous times, screamed at a customer I was helping causing me to have a panic attack. I went to the back and was having a breakdown when she stormed in, threw the clipboard that holds the schedule at my head and punched a bookshelf beside me. I knew nothing would be done, so I left.

It was freeing for all of 5 minutes. Like a weight off my shoulders. Like when you're in a car crash and when you open your eyes, it was just a fender bender.

And then my mother demanded rent.

I had already paid my rent for the month (it was only about the 5th of April) and she was demanding next months rent "just to be sure"

Of course the next month comes around and she demands more rent, even though I paid in advance and went into debt to do it.

This was the beginning of the end.

My stepfather told her she was being ridiculous and to drop it so I could find work. And she did, for a bit. Now I currently live in K. K is a largish city that's only an hour away from Toronto on the 401 and even with the minimum wage being 14 an hour in Ontario, you still can not afford a 1 bedroom apartment in the ghetto here off 1 persons wages.

On top of that there aren't enough jobs to go around. Every single interview I've gone to has had no less than 5 other people to interview aside from me and that's on the low end.

So I've been jobless since April.

Fast forward a few months and my mother and stepfather break up. She and him had been together for 19 years and she has been cheating on him for 7 moths with her vocal instructor who is also a mutual friend of theirs.

They decide that they want to co-parent as to not disrupt the children's lives. Which would be acceptable if that was the case and not just a cover story so the kids don't worry.

The truth is, my mother sold her share of her company because she (like a whiny child) couldn't get along with her.

I mean admittedly she is a plastic prep who never grew out of it but I digress...

So she sold her part of the company and is taking payments of about 1000 a week for 2 years I think?

Rather than putting this towards the rent, shes been spending money like it's going out of style.

Since then she has bought a grand fucking piano which she's still making payments on, a whole ass horse and is paying for monthly board for her. She eats out nearly every single day and drives across cities numerous times a day in her giant gas guzzling ford truck.

To top it off, she attempted to ride said horse before properly rehabilitating it (it had been neglected and underfed so she was antsy and none of the saddles fit correctly) so it threw her.

Kali, I love you, you beautiful mare you, but you sent my mother to destination fucked, and I don't appreciate it.

She landed on her ankle, shattered it, nearly twisted it off completely and broke the leg bone clean in half. She nearly lost the leg due to infection and 15 months later we are still looking at about 10 more months of recovery if all go's well.

Now just because we live in Canada, doesn't mean this is a cheap endeavor. In fact my step father had to double his workload in the business he owned to make up for it, and the household is still having some issues (I'm not saying we are broke, because the lights are on and everyone is comfortable but we have to live by the dollar at this point.)

So money has been coming up a lot recently and has been another way to demean me and manipulate me and make me feel like trash.

The money is the reason why she want's to co-parent, because otherwise she most likely would not be able to support herself with how shes hemorrhaging money and cant work. (Physically she can, she just would prefer not to and to go out every day and night to party and bang her boyfriend. Did I mention she still hasn't legally divorced my father and still has his last name?

So a week to the day that they made the separation announcement, she gets my stepfather to tell me for her that I have to leave.

Because she wan'ts somewhere to sleep that isn't the couch.

And to "help me out" I could sleep on the couch until I find a place and maybe my family from L can help.

My family who most live off of welfare and minimum wage jobs in the shit end of town.

She didn't tell me when I was to leave, despite me asking her, I assume it was because I can be pretty scary when I am angry and screaming, I'll admit. I learned from my stepfather that I had to be out within the week.

I have to leave, with less than no money because my mother cheated on my stepfather.

Some people wounder what they are worth, money wise. I found out I am worth 500 CAD and some middle aged balding white man dick. How lovely.

So of course I have a total melt down. My friend took me in for a few days because I was on the edge of suicide and still am and couldn't be in the house anymore.

So I've contacted my family in L and am making arrangements to leave and its been a week to the day. Things are slow going as I find someone who can host me on their couch until I get on my feet so I'm on borrowed time.

I got frustrated as since then my mother hasn't said a word to me and has pretended I don't exist so I asked her what the hell she expected from me and how she could act like this.

I got this response. "Just take your shit and go"

OK.

I have a large room, most of the rooms in this house are large so its quite a bit to pack but I've got it more or less.

(Pic here The Packed Room )

In said room I have a lovely wooden bedroom set given to me from my grandmother before she died, as it was in the bedroom I always stayed in when I was at her house. There's a bedside table, bed with a nice head board and a large vanity with a huge mirror.

I never had anything as nice as that before grandmother so I made sure years ago with my stepfather that when I move, its going with me.

On top of that, i have a large old desk that used to be in the office before my stepfather upgraded, a TV which was gifted to me, 8 bookshelves that I saved from being tossed years ago, lovely purple blackout curtains with black flowers on them and a matching lamp and a leather futon couch which is actually quite classy and a PS4,3 and 2. (she occasionally games so I know she's been eyeing those)

I know my mom. I know she wants everything inside of here and will fight tooth and nail for it. But not only is everything in here mine and the accumulation of years, I have my stepfathers permission to take everything, because it is mine.

Take my shit and go? Ok. I will. My friend's grandfather is offering to store my stuff in his empty rooms because he is the kindest old veteran you'll ever meet. I'm taking EVERYTHING.

NOTHING will be left behind.

I hope she enjoys sleeping on the floor because I know for fact we don't have a spare bed.

And as I'm just taking my shit and going, Ill make sure to not tell her about how the very large window super heats the room in the summer at 3 in the afternoon and is almost as cold as the outside is in winter because it was never properly installed. I'll also neglect to tell her where the window leaks when it rains to put down towels so mold dosn't start growing. I'll neglect to tell her about how the wifi doesn't reach up here most of the time so she will have to wonder if her tech is broken.

Unrelated but she REALLY cares about what other people think and that's why I had the thick curtains.

The week is up in a few minutes so I took down MY curtains. Because I'm just taking my stuff and going right?

So I hope out neighbors don't see my chubby while butt undressing to sleep. I used to sleep naked.

I think I'll do that tonight.

TL;DR:

Mom gave the sacred succ to a person she shouldn't have, kicked me out with no warning, so now her one legged ass will be sleeping on the floor of the fancy room she traded me for and will have to answer questions to the whole cul du sac of middle aged upper middle class stuck up moms that she runs the community facebook page for about why her daughter was giving the neighborhood a strip show.

Also she may freeze / sweat to death before she figures out the window is fucked.

Will update once I'm gone about her reaction. Thanks for reading and remember:

Some times you just gatta do what you're told lol.

#Malicious Compliance

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5.0 out of 5 stars does what the title says

4.0 out of 5 stars Quite helpful I was able to see this book in person before purchasing it online. It is easy to read and understand, especially when you wonder if you're too old to learn to read music. I haven't applied the techniques yet, but I understand what I'm reading. I looked through several other books and they were more confusing - keeping in mind that I have never read music. Go to Amazon

5.0 out of 5 stars After Buying This Book - Reading Music is Very Easy! Reading music is actually easier than I thought - especially after getting this book. Roger Evans definitely simplifies it to its simplest form. I can now play a full song on the organ, but I used the bottom row of keys - haven't gotten good enough to use both the top and bottom row together as of yet. Glad I bought this book because when I forget something, I effortlessly refer back to it in this book. Go to Amazon

5.0 out of 5 stars Useful in music education classes One definition of "stave" is "a musical staff" (American Heritage Dictionary). Beware of know-it-all critics who happily trash a book based on their limited knowledge of English but who are too lazy to actually pick up a dictionary. What else did they get wrong?The book fills a niche and I found it quite useful. Go to Amazon

5.0 out of 5 stars Fool not to own one After reading some of the foolish comments by some of the "reviewers", here's the honest truth. This is ONE GREAT LITTLE BOOK! It's amazing that so much can be packed in such a short package, but this one does it. Forget about the staff/stave BS. It's irrelevant. I may say quaver or semiquaver half note or whole note. Who cares? If you are this picky then you shouldn't be learning to read music in the first place. I have been teaching all my student using this and earlier editions for about 10yrs now. NEVER had a complaint.BTW, I do agree. It's a GREAT lil reference too. Buy it! Own it! Go to Amazon

3.0 out of 5 stars Great as a Reference, But... ...not so great for trying to learn from scratch! I had been playing the keyboard/piano for years (learning songs by ear and making my own compositions) before I decided that I wanted to give a shot at learning how to read sheet music. Back in '04, this was the first book I got on music notation. The statement on the outside cover about "challenging exercises" is right! This book jumps right in to assuming that the learner will want to spend time pouring over each exercise repeatedly for extended lengths of time before moving onto the next one, without offering assistance in the way of memorization techniques. For instance, in one of the early sections, the author states: "As long as you can remember the name of ONE note, you can work out all the others." This isn't much help, being that the book introduces nearly all the notes at once, in rapid succession; first the ones on the staff, then all the notes above and below the staffs! The only song learned in between is a brief version of Beethoven's "Ode to Joy". Not even E-G-B-D-F (Every Good Boy Does Fine) and G-B-D-F-A (Great Big Dogs Fight Animals) are thrown in as helpful mnemonics for the treble and bass cleff! Plus, this book only includes eleven practice songs! While covering a myriad of complex areas, there is little chance to practice and whole lot of imformation to memorize for a complete beginner. The attitude of this book is comparable to the situation where you ask someone how to draw something, and they say "Oh, it's easy, you just do this..." and then proceed draw a masterpiece from scratch without telling you anything about method or technique! While claiming that it is "fundamentals of music notation made easy", Evans' book really presents the material in a way which is more frustrating than enlightening.Read more › Go to Amazon

5.0 out of 5 stars Love this book Love this book! I am a beginner and had no idea how to read music but recently was given a piano. I live in a rural area so piano lessons are hard to come by so I got this in hopes that I would teach myself and so far so good, I'm about half through the book and I find it fairly easy to grasp. Go to Amazon

2.0 out of 5 stars smarmy I hate to think of the trees felled for these "popular" exploitations. If you aren't learning to read music as you learn to play your instrument, you've got the wrong primer and the wrong teacher. In any case, a good non-instrumental treatment of this subject for beginners can be found in "The ABC of Music: A Short Practical Guide to the Basics" by Imogen Holst (daughter of the famous composer Gustav Holst). To learn how to write down music--a different thing than learning how to read music--see "The Norton Manual of Music Notation" by George Heussenstamm. Go to Amazon

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