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Looking to rent a 1bed in Newport, budget is ~3.5k/month but can be nudged higher. Have been looking into some of the luxury buildings in Newport but have seen people say that construction is cause to avoid the area (however those posts are quite old). Can anyone comment on how they're finding it now? Thanks!

CW: Birth Trauma, Medical Trauma, NICU Parent, PPD, and boundless joy
Hi all, FTM (35F) of a wonderful, perfect 3 month old baby girl.
This will be a long post but I wanted to write somethings down for my own processing and to simply share some of the things that we've gone through since LO arrived. My intention is not to scare or trigger anyone but rather share my story in the hopes that others might find some normalcy and support.
If you're anything like me I was scouring the internet prior to delivery. LO was ultimately delivered at 41w1d and I was HUGE. I'm 5'3" and I had gained over 50 lbs almost entirely in my belly. I was curb walking as much as possible and I did all of the things - eating dates, raspberry tea, exercises, stretches - anything to get baby to come on her own. I was having contractions for weeeeeks but nothing that ever escalated into true labor. I was exhausted despite my entire pregnancy being pretty textbook. There were no red flags at any point despite having done all of the standard tests and ultrasounds. Everything was pointing towards an easy delivery and healthy baby.
I was very done with pregnancy and, against my original plans (a theme), I decided to get induced. Went into the hospital on the evening of Feb 27 and had cervidil (sp??). It's supposedly more chill than pitocin. Things started happening around the morning of Feb 28. I was having real contractions and things were moving! The midwives were stoked that I responded so favorably without pitocin. Then things really started to ramp up. I was in triage waiting to be transferred to L&D (another theme) and was having really intense contractions. I finally (against what I had initially wanted) decided to take a narcotic. I needed a break and I was many hours away from full dilation plus I couldn't get an epidural until I was in L&D. Oof huge mistake. My contractions were just as intense as ever except during the in between I was having hallucinations. Luckily I had experienced drugs similar before so I knew what was going on but it worried my partner a lot (another theme). At this point I'm vomiting, my nurse is trying to get me transferred asap, my doula shows up and is trying to help me, and I'm wavering between screaming pain and having wild (and hilarious?) hallucinations.
Finally I'm cleared to transfer to L&D. Puke cup in hand, my nurse is running with me barely sitting in a wheelchair. I was so hot at that point that I remember it felt like a welcomed cool breeze. Partner is chasing behind us with far too many pieces of luggage in tow. We burst in the room and I was demanding to sit on the toilet but mostly was so blinded by pain I didn't really know what was going on or what I needed. Once again the doulas did their best to help me calm down and get through it. One of the nurses looked me dead in the eyes and was like "You can sit on that toilet but DO NOT push." I'm like 6 centimeters at this point and I couldn't believe the sensations pulsing through my body. I had wanted to wait for an epidural but I knew then that I needed it asap. I was able to miraculously sit still and felt the numbing cold take over. It was amazing. The next few hours were spent hanging out and getting to know the doulas. The nurse told me that my contractions were off the charts. Apparently they were lasting for two minutes and were shaped like a plateau instead of a gentle curve. My midwives were great and everyone was very encouraging and happy with my progress. I was almost fully dilated and we decided to burst my waters.
I was excited. There was A LOT of amniotic fluid. Unfortunately it was brown which indicated that baby had passed meconium which, given how over due I was, wasn't out of the ordinary. It also meant that NICU staff would be present for the delivery once the time came. I was finally ready to start pushing. Minutes turned into hours. My baby's head was through my cervix but she seemed stuck. 4 hours went by with no progress so we made the difficult decision to have a C section. It would be another 2 hours before an OR would open up so I just had to wait. By this point the epidural was wearing off and I was having break through contractions but I couldn't do anything with them because we knew the baby wasn't coming any other way.
This is where things really go south so stop reading if you need to <3.
Once I'm finally in the OR it's like 4AM. I'm strapped and straddled on the operating table and I can't stop shaking. It was terrifying. My partner is there with me but all I remember is fear. I also remember double checking with my nurse that NICU staff was in the room. The surgeons then test to see that I've had enough anesthesia which I hadn't so they had to give me fentanyl so things could get a move on. Eventually I felt no pain, just the movement of the procedure. I was laying there waiting to hear my baby's cries and to finally have her on my chest. I felt a lot of movement in my abdomen and I remember asking "Is that the baby? Is she dancing?" and the anesthesiologist said "No they're delivering your placenta and performing a fundal massage to prevent hemorrhage." This is when I knew something was really wrong. Those are the things they do after the baby's been born but I didn't hear my baby nor did I see her. I begin asking what's going on, I ask my partner if he can see her. He can't. All he can see is a lot of movement from different doctors. They finally tell us that she needs to be admitted to the NICU. I ask to at least see her and she's wheeled by me in a bassinet already swaddled and en route. We found out much later (when we were ready to hear what happened) that when she was born she had aspirated a lot of meconium and wasn't breathing. Her APGAR score was a 3. She was immediately intubated and it took around 10 minutes to resuscitate her (miraculously she didn't suffer brain damage).
Afterwards we were taken into a recovery room. We had been awake for over 24 hours at this point and were exhausted, devastated, and confused. We didn't know what happened and were waiting for news while I had to endure more fundal massages. A NICU doctor came to my bedside to inform us that they suspected she has having seizures, was at high risk of a blood infection, and may have some kind of genetic issue. We were in hysterics. Just totally beside ourselves. The nurses that had been with us came to say goodbye with tears in their eyes. They knew we had been traumatized and I think they may have been too.
They told us they were waiting for a postpartum room near the NICU to open up so we were just waiting. At this point, my baby was still very abstract to me. I was much more concerned about my very exhausted partner who had witnessed all of the trauma that happened. And was still carrying all of our stupid bags that I had packed. I sent him to the NICU to go see the baby. She was on oxygen and in an incubator. Her face was swollen from being stuck in the birth canal for 6 hours. I got to see her a few hours later but I could only touch her cheek. As I was leaving she was being hooked up to an EEG to check for seizures. We finally, after many hours, were moved into our postpartum room where I insisted we both take a nap before returning to the NICU. By this point we had delivered the news to our friends and families and let people know to please not reach out. It's hard to communicate the complexity of feelings we had. It was so devastating yet he and I felt so bonded together. Nothing else mattered but the three of us.
I'm told the weather was beautiful that day. I hadn't even considered a world existed outside of us. I didn't remember an outside until days had gone by. He pushed me in my wheelchair to get some food one morning and I saw the sun. I didn't remember there was a sun or that other people were just going about their days.
While LO was in the NICU she had every test under the sun and all of them kept coming back favorably. She wasn't having seizures, her brain looked great, her heart looked great, etc. Except there was still a question of a possible genetic issue but no one knew for sure. Her eyes were bulging but it could have been because of birth trauma or she just sort of looked like that. It wasn't until she had her hearing test that something went wrong again. I found solace in knowing failed hearing tests are pretty common and we'd just have to wait to meet with an audiologist for confirmation. During our stay I became a breast pumping machine. It was the only thing I could do on my own to help. I was immobilized from the C section and I felt so very hopeless that pumping was the one thing that gave me some satisfaction. LO had a significant tongue tie so latching proved impossible. My partner bonded with the baby immediately - he did the bulk of her care while in the NICU. For me, however, it took time. It's hard to admit but if I'm being honest it took me a few weeks to really fall in love and bond with her. I think part of it was the delivery and because I wasn't physically able to do the bulk of her care in the NICU. Also, I was in a grieving period. I was grieving the labor experience I hoped for and I was grieving the child I thought I was going to have.
After 5 incredibly long yet miraculous days we were both discharged together. We had a long list of follow up appointments but we didn't care. We were going home and it was a beautiful day. We laugh/cried the whole way home.
Close friends and both of our parents were there when we arrived home with an overwhelming amount of food. We were grateful. But also, hearing the excitement from others was really difficult for a long time. It took awhile for us to appreciate being congratulated. It felt like a stab every time.
That first week we had a number of doctors appointments. When she went to get her tongue tie snipped, her ENT discovered that she didn't have ear canals. Her external ear was fully formed but her middle ear was a closed pit. There were a lot of tears that day. It was the first time something was decidedly "wrong" and it was the first time there was a strong hint towards a genetic issue.
I don't remember the sequence of events and diagnoses - it was an emotional whirlwind. We learned that she has two chromosomal deletions of which the symptoms and severity vary greatly and we won't know the full extent of her disabilities for years. She does have conductive hearing loss (though I generally say she's deaf because its true and its a little easier to explain) and will be receiving a bone anchored hearing aid (BAHA). We're also invested in learning ASL so that she will have access to both spoken and signed language. She has strabismus (lazy eye) and ptosis (droopy eye) as well as craniosynostosis. She will be undergoing intense skull surgery later this year. Despite all of this she is thriving.
During the early weeks of postpartum I was not well. My partner had no time off and my family, while good intentioned, didn't really know how to talk about or meaningfully support a special needs child. It became clear that I needed some medical intervention so I enrolled in intensive therapy and began taking SSRIs. It may have saved our lives. I was not well and I knew it. I was struggling to bond and I was so devastated by her health outlook on top of all the normal lack of sleep, breast pumping stress, and lack of familial support that I needed to actively make a change. I did and I'm glad for it. I'm in a much better place now!
The love and joy I feel towards my child is unbelievable. People say that children bring joy to your life and it's really true. I love her with my whole heart. I am and will probably always be saddened by some of the trials she will be forced to endure in this world - her life will not be easy. But I am so committed to being at her side every step of the way. I love her totally and completely. Its hard to explain in words the depth of love I have for her. She's not what we imagined but no child ever is. Prior to her being born we always said we'd love and support her no matter who she became and that remains the case.

Ok, I hope this is the right place as I'm looking for advice.
I (35 m) and marrying a (29 f) woman from the Phillipines. I live in the US in the other side of the world.
My fiance just took a step toward being able to emigrate here. The only problem is she has a 5 year old niece. The girls mother died pretty early on during the pandemic. My fiance quit her job to tend to her sister and the baby.
Ever since then my fiance has lived with her mom and been a stay at home mom herself. My fiance does 90% for the girl and she even calls my fiance mama.
The little girls father never married her mom, and he admits he can't take care of her. He is an overseas worker in the UAE and works on boats. He sees her maybe 2 times a year, but he also will not allow my fiance and I to adopt.
So the little girl has lost her mom, been isolated from her dad, and now her primary caretaker is leaving her to go to the other side if the planet.
My fiance will not be able to visit in person for years as green cards are taking forever.
Any advice on how to prepare the girl for this would be appreciated. I have suggested that a counselor would be a good idea but my fiance and Mother in law do not want to do that.

Okay so maybe I should start the post by explaining something - when I say they haven't met, I mean they haven't met since me and her have been dating.
She is my co-worker and both of us are part of the local management - operations of the office. So not only we work closely but she was around in some events we had at the office where I took them (my two kids) much before we even started dating. And they even interacted in different moments, but always in a light way - since at that time she was one of many co-workers, even if one that I worked closely with.
Now I separated in late August last year, in early October, when I wasn't even on the dating scene or anything - just surviving, my 5 year old was already asking me about girlfriend and stuff like that - I was even surprised he knew the word. So he clearly had heard something.
Then again, we had a Christmas event in early December, while I was still not dating her. She actually kept an eye on him during a small moment during the event (20-30min)because I had an issue with the youngest and she was at that "station", so she played with him and nothing.
Then once I actually started going out with here, maybe early January, he saw her a last time when I was with them at the playground in front of my current flat and she stopped by 10min to pick up something. But even then, I just talked with her. Nothing was said or shown that she is my girlfriend or anything. But even when she talked to them at that point, since they are briefly met before, the 5 year seemed quite cold.
Anyway, after that and because he made comments to his mother, I made sure they never crossed path again. It has been 6 months almost.
Reecently we had two events at work. The type that they can join me at the end to get snacks and pizza, and use the slide we have. And the official children party. He refused to join the first one last minute - and I was told by his mother that because he is afraid of X (and again, I haven't even communicated that she is my gf, to the kids or to my ex). And then this week we had the children day celebration, and I just asked her to skip it, to make him feel safe to come.
Long story short, I am not sure how to address his fear, since at some point, I would like him to meet her.
To give some context, I have tried to talk with him. But he doesn't explain much. Just that he doesn't like her. He says she showed him "angry eyes" which she confirms didn't happen. Once he said that she hurtled him and his younger brother.
That last sentence, and the constant question about girlfriends early on, and my ex making a witch hunt among all females that I am connected - including her at some point - from day one (because admitting we had issues, real ones and that there wasn't a their person is a much harder truth to face), make me thing there is some influence.
He is a very smart kid. He may have heard stuff and then make his own assumptions. However for me I would rather focus on his feeling, not force it but since he hasn't seen her in 6months and still has this fear.. I would want to focus on it and show him it has not reason to be, than just wait for it to eventually maybe go away.

I was a classroom teacher for 8 years; 3 of them being a middle school Science teacher through COVID. I loved my 5/6 graders, but after those 3 years, I was BURNT OUT. I decided that for the 22-23 school year, I would choose to focus on my mental health and de-stress while trying to start a family. I demoted myself to a Building Sub at a different school (a science magnet elementary) in a different district, as I needed the positive change. I have been working in a Preschool-5th school all year and I absolutely LOVE it. I am making literally 1/3 of the income I made as a full-time classroom teacher (bummer), but I am SO much happier and mentally healthy than I was when I had a classroom of my own for all those years.
This was all confirmed when today, I went back to my old middle school to visit my students who had me last year. I was known by all last year as the kids' favorite teacher, and I was so excited to catch up with all of them. I truly missed them! Some of them cried when they saw me, and I will admit I got emotional too. They told me to never leave them again lol. I got too many hugs to count! It was so nice to see all of them and let them know that I am in a happy place and expecting a baby boy in November! They were all very happy to see me and congratulate me on the good news.
That being said... it was palpable how stressed my old teammates (teachers) were. Apparently admin has been "insane" this year, along with behaviors rising. Teachers have apparently all been put under so much stress this year, and they all told me they were really feeling it. So much to the point where they don't really have social lives anymore - all their energy is just focused on school. The security guard told me when I caught up with him that he has never seen so many bad behaviors in his entire career as a school security guard. So many referrals. So many calls to parents. I certainly don't miss writing referrals, making calls/meetings to parents, or having team meetings about students' behavior and admin that kept ALLOWING that behavior to happen over and over again.
It felt really good to walk out of there today knowing I left a good mark on my students, I left at a good time, and that I am in a much better place now after choosing to put myself first.
I digress. I just want to say that if you are hoping to get out of teaching, or demote yourself like I did for your mental/physical/emotional wellbeing.. just DO it. You will thank yourself years later for adding meaningful years back to your life rather than taking them away like I did for so many years due to stress. You are worth it!!!!

I’m having a little of a mom crisis right now. I have been sick for over 2 months (GI), I’m weak, I am having migraines almost every day, extreme fatigue, etc. The new symptoms are maybe unrelated to my chronic illness but who knows? I have fibro that is constantly flaring (feels like flu today) and who knows what else because I haven’t seen any specialists that would take me seriously since leaving the family of origin. Someday, someday I will find out and be able to improve my life with that information. I feel like garbage. Ok. Got that covered.
Mental health is of course poor, I’m so tired of cptsd. I am so depressed. I did start new anxiety medication because it was killing me, it has been such a relief that it worked because I was starting to consider inpatient. Evil places. I have PMDD as well and it’s being whacky right now, it is always making me feel shitty because doctors refuse to figure out why my hormones and reproductive system are broken but keep giving birth control as a bandaid so my cycle is off. Idk what else. It’s been rough over here. Please hug me.
The issue is my little munchkin needs a lot. She needs energy, she needs attention. I give her everything I can but I have no clue if it’s enough. I have learned to stop pushing my body too far, but she clearly doesn’t understand how pushing myself could make me totally bedridden and it’s upsetting her. What is enough for a 3 1/2 year old? She has so much screen time now that it breaks my heart. It makes me cry and go into a shame spiral every day because I know I’m not giving her what she needs to develop well. Maybe I am being dramatic because it’s ME, but I don’t know. I don’t want her to feel neglected. I don’t have friends that can help, I don’t have family ofc. She could go with her grandparents (partners parents) but they’re in another state and I am pretty sure she would freak out. Can anyone give advice about this? I will do anything I can. Anything at all. I just want to be a good mom. I don’t want to be an irritable and exhausted potato. She is happy and verrrrrry well developed despite the constant criticism I have of myself, I’m afraid I’ll do something to mess that up.
Side note- I am always afraid I will ruin everything, no matter how well it is going. That’s a matter I’m working to address in therapy right now.

I’m having a little of a mom crisis right now. I have been sick for over 2 months (GI), I’m weak, I am having migraines almost every day, extreme fatigue, etc. The new symptoms are maybe unrelated to my chronic illness but who knows? I have fibro that is constantly flaring (feels like flu today) and who knows what else because I haven’t seen any specialists that would take me seriously since leaving the family of origin. Someday, someday I will find out and be able to improve my life with that information. I feel like garbage. Ok. Got that covered.
Mental health is of course poor, I’m so tired of cptsd. I am so depressed. I did start new anxiety medication because it was killing me, it has been such a relief that it worked because I was starting to consider inpatient. Evil places. I have PMDD as well and it’s being whacky right now, it is always making me feel shitty because doctors refuse to figure out why my hormones and reproductive system are broken but keep giving birth control as a bandaid so my cycle is off. Idk what else. It’s been rough over here. Please hug me.
The issue is my little munchkin needs a lot. She needs energy, she needs attention. I give her everything I can but I have no clue if it’s enough. I have learned to stop pushing my body too far, but she clearly doesn’t understand how pushing myself could make me totally bedridden and it’s upsetting her. What is enough for a 3 1/2 year old? She has so much screen time now that it breaks my heart. It makes me cry and go into a shame spiral every day because I know I’m not giving her what she needs to develop well. Maybe I am being dramatic because it’s ME, but I don’t know. I don’t want her to feel neglected. I don’t have friends that can help, I don’t have family ofc. She could go with her grandparents (partners parents) but they’re in another state and I am pretty sure she would freak out. Can anyone give advice about this? I will do anything I can. Anything at all. I just want to be a good mom. I don’t want to be an irritable and exhausted potato. She is happy and verrrrrry well developed despite the constant criticism I have of myself, I’m afraid I’ll do something to mess that up.
Side note- I am always afraid I will ruin everything, no matter how well it is going. That’s a matter I’m working to address in therapy right now.

Long time lurker in this thread (and Reddit in general) but I’ve been playing this game almost since launch and I have to say I absolutely love it. Now there has been a lot of rightful criticism of the item shop and dream bundle that others in this thread have artfully covers and I’m not here to talk about that, just wanted to acknowledge that. What I want to talk about is the main story and how unexpectedly it hit me emotionally. I felt I had the forgotten pretty well figured out a couple updates ago, and while I was right, this update had me active crying more than once. I was excited about this update because of the conclusion of the main story and the features they were adding but, more personally, because I recently suffers a pretty significant loss. Last weekend I had to say goodbye to my cat of 15 years, she was old and it was time but it was still devastating and I have been trying to distract myself from that as much as possible so this update had perfect timing. The quests playing from the forgotten’s pov and our conversations with them in that in between space just really hit me in ways I wasn’t expecting and I just really have to commend the team who put this story together. I saw a couple people bemoaning the dialogue of the forgotten in their memories, and maybe it was a bit moody and dramatic, but it reflected at least thoughts I had as a teenager and , idk, it was all just a lot. In a good way.
Anyway, I’ve rambled on enough. Just wanted to put my experience out there as there have been a lot of negative posts with this update and I thought I’d share how this update has been uplifting for me personally :)

It's SUCH a weird situation to be in. Knowing we both miss each other, knowing we both want to see each other, knowing we both want to talk, knowing we both know we shouldn't. We're navigating this together.
I've never had a post-breakup conversation before. When I asked you to meet with me, you agreed immediately. We spoke like old friends. Was that really only four days ago?
You told me you missed me too. It's only the fourth time you've ever said that to me, and you've never said it with such sadness in your voice. You told me how when we broke up, you felt like you could breath again; sad, yes, but there was no longer this looming dark fog around us. I knew exactly what you meant. I told you how since we've broken up, I've actually been doing really well, spare the sadness of your absence. You knew exactly what I meant. I've always believed we understand each other in ways most people only dream of being understood, and our conversation only solidified that belief. We're different, but we're the same.
You told me you were glad I spoke up, and that it opened your eyes. We agreed we need time individually to work through things. We agreed it sucks to have to take that time. You never gave me an answer on the future, though. You agreed you didn't want this to be the ending, and we agreed that if we tried again now, we'd repeat the same mistakes. You told me you didn't know what the healthiest way to proceed was, and you didn't want to put me in an unhealthy place again. We agreed we were both going to be sad for a while, and oh, how I wish we could be sad together. Before you left, I asked you for a hug. You told me you'd love one, and I could tell by how you held me that you meant it.
You told me how often you thought about reaching out; it can't be more often than I do. Two days ago you messaged me, in the thoughtful way you always used to, and I got caught up in my feelings. Later you suggested in "maybe" early July, you'll make me dinner and show me around your house. It'll be something different when I go back. I'm excited to see your progress, and I know I'll be devastated I wasn't around to see it happen. Even just a month is such a long time to be out of each others' lives. Who knows how we'll feel then? Who know who we'll be? You kindly declined my invitation to spend your favorite holiday together, and that's where the conversation ended. My therapist told me not to message you again, to enforce boundaries. I ignored the first part and listened to the second; I asked you not to reply to my message, and I told you the truth.
(I see you trying. Not just with me, but in general and for yourself. Keep that shit up.)
I should've elaborated, but I have a tendency to over-speak. That's what I want, for you to try for yourself. You owe it to yourself to be healthy and happy, especially after spending so long standing in your own way. With or without me, you deserve to be healthy and happy. I want to see you happy and healthy. You're worth it. Please decide you're worth it.
There are no hard feelings, sweet boy. Only soft ones.

We have this old RV outlet on a wooden frame that has rotted. We don’t have an RV so it’s something I don’t pay much attention to, but now that it fell over it caught my eye.
I was considering switching out the breaker to a 20A and adding some 15A GFCI outlets where the conduit drops from the soffit. We do not currently have any outdoor outlets and it would be nice to keep the run for future use as a 15A double receptacle for landscape lighting.
When looking at the panel, I didn’t see any single pole 30A breakers.
1) How concerned should I be that the RV outlet is tied into an inappropriately sized breaker before hoping into the attack and tracing wire?
2) Am I correct in this not being a GFCI outlet and none of these are GFCI breakers?
My goal currently is just to safely terminate the connection while I plan the next steps.
Any other helpful insights into anything I missed but is obvious from the pictures is welcome.

I'm looking to install a 12 inch ported subwoofer in my 2023 VW GTI. However I need some advice on part information regarding the quality of brand product lines (Alpine Type S/R,JL W's, Kicker Comp C/VR) since it's been about a full 10 years since I last put together a system in my car and also I just am not very knowledgeable about all this.
I sorta gather how brands that used to reign supreme back then went through a steep degradation of quality control so their products now are nowhere near as solid as they used to be, ie Alpine Type R Subs, JL W Series Subs, etc.
I ran 2 12" JLw0s in a sealed ebay box for a bit for my first setup ever with some random amp then w2's which were absolutely amazing, I loved that. Those sounded so damn good, I enjoyed that setup a lot just to give some frame of reference for what I'm looking for except now I want a single ported 12" ideally cause I want to keep some room in my hatch of my GTI.
Another important reference point comes from when I heard my buddie's single 12" Alpine Type S (Sealed I think) in his old 2004 VW GTI which sounded SO good that I always wished my 2 12" JL setup was even half as good. It was most likely just a better tuned setup with actual thought and knowledge put into things better quality parts etc, what a shocker that it was so much better right?
Anyways, I listen to primarily rap, some uk garage, and metal/hardcore. I have always loved powerful, clean, loud bass with my music. I'm a total audiophile but I don't have the budget nowadays to afford
What I really would want is something like a Sundown 12" setup with a custom box tuned perfectly, like stupid low @ 24hz and I realize that my low budget won't be able to allow buying a setup that can accommodate anything close to that low of a frequency.
I have a ~$500 budget for sub, box, and amp. I have an LC2i and Knuconceptz Kolossus 4 gauge OFC amp install kit already.
Really want a powerful, reliable, clean sounding setup that would compliment the music genres I enjoy listening to the most that sounds the best at primarily the lower range of frequencies but still performs decent in higher frequencies. Most important is clean, impressive sounding low end.
I really wish I knew someone that could build me a custom enclosure for a good price but unfortunately I don't think a custom enclosure is in the cards which is why I'm considering only prefab stuff...
I've been thinking of:
$360 Kicker Solo Baric L7S passive 2ohm 750w RMS + box
$260 Kicker Comp R passive 2ohm 500w RMS + box
$280 Kicker Solo Baric L7T passive 2ohm 600w RMS + box
~$200 Alpine Type R 2ohm just the driver and find some prefab somewhere online that would do it justice.
And finally the best one, my top pick I think:
$280 Sundown SA-12 D4 Classic dual 4ohm 750w RMS - Only possibly issue is that 4ohm might not suit my needs but this thing might slap so hard it might not even matter lol. I don't think I'd be able to get an enclosure that would do this thing justice at all, at least not for a year or so when I can work on paying for a custom box for it. It's just hard to justify paying the equal cost of the sub itself on an enclosure at the moment but for a Sundown it would be worth it down the line.
For all of those subs though I'm totally clueless as to what amps I should run...
If you made it through this flood of text I salute you and would GREATLY appreciate any help in pointing me in the right direction. I want to get everything installed this month so I want easily accessible parts. Thanks!!!

One of the national myths of Canada is that its soldiers in the first world war were specifically feared and/or respected by their German counterparts. In other words, Canadians were distinguished from other soldiers in the British Empire and seen as "stormtroopers."
While this question is asked a fair bit on this subreddit, I have never seen a good answer to it. I asked the question a few months ago and AnCanadianHistorian gave me a good lead which I followed up on. As set out in more detail below, I still do not have an answer to the question but some more context.
On the "yes" side, enygma9753 has two sources - The National Post (a Canadian right-of-centre newspaper) and the Canadian Encyclopedia. In fairness, the Post article cribs liberally from Tim Cook (the historian, not the CEO). Cook has made some points that support this thesis:
Cook cites an interview with a soldier from PEI: "The Germans call us the white Ghurkha," boasted Clifford Rogers, later a recipient of the Military Medal.
Cook, in discussing the poet Robert Graves' memoir states: Were the Canadians more likely to execute soldiers on the battlefield than other soldiers? Robert Graves thought so, but that reputation for fierceness was, as he rightly noted, also part of the Canadian reputation as shock troops. The Germans, too, believed the Canadians were less likely to take prisoners.
Cook states, without citation: When serving opposite the Canadians, the Germans were cautious and wary of these elite troops, but the capture of Canadian prisoners sometimes led to assaults or executions.
While this is not nothing, the plural of anecdote is not data. Rogers may be exaggerating or misremembering - or perhaps he's recounting one specific German soldier who was not indicative. Similarly, Graves may have distinguished Canadians from other Imperial soldiers and believed them to be "shock troopers" - but that doesn't necessarily mean that this was a belief on the German side.
Finally, the last statement does not have a citation - so how much weight it is given is dependent on the credence you give Cook as a historian.
Cook, Tim. "The Politics of Surrender: Canadian Soldiers and the Killing of Prisoners in the Great War". The Journal of Military History, vol. 70, no. 3 (Jul., 2006), p. 651
Similarly, TheWellSpokenMan ‘s FAQ answer has a general statement about “the Canadians and the Australians earned a reputation as shock troops” and also relies on Tim Cook.
On the "no" side, Superplaner notes that the commission the German High Command established concluded "nothing at all about the fighting qualities of the Canadian Corps". He/she also notes that to the extent the Germans were keeping track of the Canadians it was because they fought as a cohesive unit.
Superplaner has commented frequently on this matter but, respectfully, it appears that most of his/her post on this appeals to his/her own authority. To the extent that you can point to something in a source that states something, it doesn't really matter who you are - the source can be debated on its own merits. But if your claim is "I have reviewed this area and found nothing", your actual credentials are important.
Of course, it is important to note that while I've read a few of Superplaner's comments on this matter, I have not read all of them - so it is very possible that there is a post that addresses my issues above.
As noted, AnCanadianHistorian recommended that I review Germany's Western Front: 1914, the official German history of the war – the first two volumes of which have been translated into English. His/her view was “Like Superplaner suggests, the official German military did not really think about Canadians as Canadians, but rather as British soldiers.”
Aside from a mention to “the French and the Canadians” offering “stubborn resistance” during a battle, there is nothing much one way or the other specifically commenting on Canadians qua Canadians (although as AnCanadianHistorian/ Superplaner suggest that in itself much be indicative).
During this trip to my local reference library to review Germany's Western Front: 1914, I was able to review Christopher Duffy’s “Through German Eyes: The British and the Somme 1916” which was quite helpful. His book, Duffy states, “is not, directly, the story of the Germans on the Somme. Its purpose is to set out the German view of, and interest in, the British performance and mentality as they were experienced in the course of that long struggle. The evidence is both copious and unfamiliar, and is to be found in official papers, histories, memoirs and letters, and most revealingly of all in the results of the interrogation of British prisoners of war.”
Contra the suggestion that Canadians were not distinguished from the British, the Germans actually distinguished between British, Canadian, Australian, New Zealand and South African soldiers (for example, the Germans noted that “The Australian officers are inferior in every respect to the British.”).
Duffy provides the following quote with respect to Canadians:

it is difficult to define the Canadians as such. From what they know of our prisoners, the French Canadians have taken little or no part in the war. Otherwise the various British races as represented among the Canadian prisoners are fundamentally very similar to the British in the homeland, the only difference being that the blinkered mental uniformity of the British has been moderated by the wide open spaces of Canada, which allow more of the natural man to appear.

He also provided the following quote from a German soldier who clearly distinguished Canadians but as a sub-category of “Tommies” (i.e. Brits):

Some minutes passed before the Tommies broke into our position, not indeed by a proper assault, but by pushing one another forward. They trod on our dead and wounded. They were reeking of alcohol, and offered our men whisky and ciga-rettes, apparently glad to have been spared having to make a bayonet attack. They asked if we had any more men in our trench, because they had come under heavy fire from there. They lifted the tent canvases from the funk-holes and saw - dead and wounded. They told us that they were Canadians, old friends from the fighting in Flanders. That made sense!

Finally, Duffy mentioned that intelligence branch of the supreme command (OHL) had, on 26 August 1916, assessed the combat-worthiness of the divisions that the British might be able to bring against the First Army (emphasis added):

Good: 47th [Territorial], 6th [Regular], 20th [New Armyl, 50th [Territorial], 18th [New Army], 1st Canadian, 2nd Canadian
Medium: 11th [New Army], 39th [New Army], 41st [New Army], 3rd Canadian, New Zealand
Poor: 61st [New Army], 40th [New Armyl, 60th [New Armyl, 63rd [Royal Naval], 3rd and 5th Australian, 4th Canadian.'

He noted:

These categories were not intended to indicate absolute worth, but the effectiveness of the formations at a given time, as influenced by permutations of training, freshness, experience and battle losses.

Ultimately, the Duffy text is not conclusive, but it does show that there were views and assessments of Canadians-as-Canadians (even though sometimes this was as a special category of "Tommies").

I'm looking to install a 12 inch ported subwoofer in my 2023 VW GTI. However I need some advice on part information regarding the quality of brand product lines (Alpine Type S/R,JL W's, Kicker Comp C/VR) since it's been about a full 10 years since I last put together a system in my car and also I just am not very knowledgeable about all this.
I sorta gather how brands that used to reign supreme back then went through a steep degradation of quality control so their products now are nowhere near as solid as they used to be, ie Alpine Type R Subs, JL W Series Subs, etc.
I ran 2 12" JLw0s in a sealed ebay box for a bit for my first setup ever with some random amp then w2's which were absolutely amazing, I loved that. Those sounded so damn good, I enjoyed that setup a lot just to give some frame of reference for what I'm looking for except now I want a single ported 12" ideally cause I want to keep some room in my hatch of my GTI.
Another important reference point comes from when I heard my buddie's single 12" Alpine Type S (Sealed I think) in his old 2004 VW GTI which sounded SO good that I always wished my 2 12" JL setup was even half as good. It was most likely just a better tuned setup with actual thought and knowledge put into things better quality parts etc, what a shocker that it was so much better right?
Anyways, I listen to primarily rap, some uk garage, and metal/hardcore. I have always loved powerful, clean, loud bass with my music. I'm a total audiophile but I don't have the budget nowadays to afford
What I really would want is something like a Sundown 12" setup with a custom box tuned perfectly, like stupid low @ 24hz and I realize that my low budget won't be able to allow buying a setup that can accommodate anything close to that low of a frequency.
I have a ~$500 budget for sub, box, and amp. I have an LC2i and Knuconceptz Kolossus 4 gauge OFC amp install kit already.
Really want a powerful, reliable, clean sounding setup that would compliment the music genres I enjoy listening to the most that sounds the best at primarily the lower range of frequencies but still performs decent in higher frequencies. Most important is clean, impressive sounding low end.
I really wish I knew someone that could build me a custom enclosure for a good price but unfortunately I don't think a custom enclosure is in the cards which is why I'm considering only prefab stuff...
I've been thinking of:
$360 Kicker Solo Baric L7S passive 2ohm 750w RMS + box
$260 Kicker Comp R passive 2ohm 500w RMS + box
$280 Kicker Solo Baric L7T passive 2ohm 600w RMS + box
~$200 Alpine Type R 2ohm just the driver and find some prefab somewhere online that would do it justice.
And finally the best one, my top pick I think:
$280 Sundown SA-12 D4 Classic dual 4ohm 750w RMS - Only possibly issue is that 4ohm might not suit my needs but this thing might slap so hard it might not even matter lol. I don't think I'd be able to get an enclosure that would do this thing justice at all, at least not for a year or so when I can work on paying for a custom box for it. It's just hard to justify paying the equal cost of the sub itself on an enclosure at the moment but for a Sundown it would be worth it down the line.
For all of those subs though I'm totally clueless as to what amps I should run...
If you made it through this flood of text I salute you and would GREATLY appreciate any help in pointing me in the right direction. I want to get everything installed this month so I want easily accessible parts. Thanks!!!

There are a lot of factors that make celebrating my achievements and feeling happy for myself very difficult. The people I surrounded myself with in my first life (Pre-ADHD treatment) have already moved on, and the ones that remain continue to hold me back from success however they can.
I know now that none of them understand the struggles involved in the way that this subreddit and other neurodivergent communities do. So I felt like making a post to better solidify how far I've actually come. There is still a lot of work ahead, but there is finally a light at the end of this long, dark tunnel.
This is my 2nd life list of accomplishments of survival:

• 5 years ago, due to the stress from being at the peak of my first life, and the comorbidities I was not yet aware of, I lost everything I had going for me. High paying software job, solo condo living, 6 year relationship, multiple social circles, losing over 100lbs in weight). I nearly committed suicide, but I survived, quit my job, moved back in with parents, and started my mental health journey. This was the beginning of my 2nd life.
  
• Since then, I went through years of non-adhd psychiatrists, therapists, misdiagnosis', a plethora of medications, and unemployment, living off of $500/month income support. Also a toxic family dynamic of manipulation, invalidation, minimization, etc. (which I was completely unaware of at the time). I relied on my addictions of weed, gaming, porn, sexually impulsive acts, binge eating, and cutting myself to prevent suicide.
  
• I discovered Russell Barkleys "snapshot of ADHD symptoms checklist" 2 years ago, and it convinced my psychiatrist to put me on Vyvanse, which kickstarted my adhd journey. Since then, I have been sober from alcohol and caffeine to this day, and researching whatever I can about this disorder.
  
• Vyvanse effectiveness wore off after 4 months, and my parents gave me covid after they came back from a vacation. This happened at the same time that I was dealing with really bad side effects of suicidality/depression when trying out secondary medications. This was one of the lowest points of my life, and I reached an epiphany after watching this video. . I knew I had to get officially diagnosed instead of constantly guessing.
  
• I was officially diagnosed with severe ADHD combined-type in Aug 2, 2022 at 33 years old, and started the process of building a team of specialists.
  
• I found my current adhd-specialized therapist in October, and she has kept me alive while I was on the waiting list for an ADHD med specialist. I tried communicating with family about the risks of ADHD, about how its genetic, and how it could improve our lives dramatically. No one believed me or listened.
  
• finally got in with a med specialist in December, and the switch from Vyvanse to methylphenidate was a MASSIVE improvement to my brain and overall awareness. Unfortunately, these medication trials also unveiled/clarified my trauma responses, comorbidities, masking, and the years of emotional abuse and control my family/friends had over me.
  
• The past 5 months, I applied for disability benefit support, taxes, rTMS treatment (suggested by therapist). My med specialist gave up on me after I reached max dosage of methylphenidate, and I was still experiencing bad anxiety + emotional dysregulation. He said I had to figure it out with my psychiatrist.
  
• This last month has been HUGE. I finalized my medications, 80mg Biphentin for dopamine levels, 25mg atomoxotine for norepinephrine levels, I'm now 1 month sober from weed. I can now stay calm and be aware of manipulation occurring. I reached out to 2 newer friends I know I can trust and they offered me a bed if things get bad. I'm now aware of my family sabotaging my sleep. I am now aware that they monitor, eavesdrop on me constantly, and don't respect my boundaries, despite my constant attempts at communicating them. My food portions have halved. Morning, nightly, and exercise routines are slowly starting to stick. I'm going for walks on trails in PUBLIC, despite the rejection sensitivity and body dysmorphia.
  
• 2 days ago, I've been accepted into a 30 day rTMS treatment program. There will be tests, bloodwork, physical, motor functioning tests. I'm getting so much help and care that I've never been able to find before, and I haven't been this excited for my future in decades.
  

I'm finally breaking through. It's been so damn long and hard, but things are finally starting to pay off. I finally know what its like to have a sense of self and small amounts of confidence. I'm so excited to start experiencing life like other people, and pursuing my hobbies without the crippling fear of judgment and failure. My brain is finally healing.
I want to thank this subreddit immensely for helping me get through the times when I had noone else. Your love and caring advice and responses have carried me through a lot.
I will cherish every moment if I meet any of you out in the real world. Our resilience, inner strength, and inner beauty is unmatched, and I wish everyone the best of luck. Thank you so much for reading.

a lot swearing coming up bc I’m fucking tired of this shit
I’m fucking tired of my boyfriends dog. It’s to the point where I can’t even TRY to like him anymore. He always finds a fucking way to chew up all my favorite things bro I can’t. I’m literally crying rn. I have these kitty ears from an old costume (tmi but my bf likes for me to wear them for him) and I just came home to find them all fucking chewed up in his bed. He’s chewed up some of my favorite shirts, he chewed up a hair clip that was my favorite bc my hair is really thick and it was one of the only ones I’d found that could hold it up. He fucking broke one of my only FAVORITE mugs with his stupid uncontrollable tail wagging. Chewed up my laptop charger, some of my favorite pens, some of my favorite underwear. The list could literally just go on and on and I’m so fucking fed up. I just needed to vent idk what to do. He chews up my bfs clothes and socks and he seems to not have a problem with it all like how??? He chews up his socks and then ends up constipated for a week and then the next he ends up with runny shit. This past week I had to clean up liquid shit when I came home from work. And when I tell my bf “I bet it’s bc of all ur clothes he eats” and my bf is like “yeah duh” like okay then fucking do something ab it??? You don’t wanna be worrying ab his poop habits or clean up shit after work then fucking do SOMETHING. All he ever does is go “No sir 😡” and there the dog is just looking at him with his stupid puppy dog eyed face and tail wagging and doesn’t understand a single word he just thinks my bf is telling him some sweet shit. It annoys the crap out of me. Every single time I start to grow a soft spot for this dog he fucking finds a way to make it all go back down to 0 and I just add another thing to my list of resentment towards him. I love my boyfriend so much and HE is the only reason why I try with this goddamn dog. He wonders why I have some animosity towards A DOG. Like let me show you a list of reasons, yeah? Rant over. I have a headache now. Best believe boyfriend and I are gonna have a talk when he gets home from work. Thanks for reading of you made it this far. 🙃

Ok, I hope this is the right place as I'm looking for advice.
I (35 m) and marrying a (29 f) woman from the Phillipines. I live in the US in the other side of the world.
My fiance just took a step toward being able to emigrate here. The only problem is she has a 5 year old niece. The girls mother died pretty early on during the pandemic. My fiance quit her job to tend to her sister and the baby.
Ever since then my fiance has lived with her mom and been a stay at home mom herself. My fiance does 90% for the girl and she even calls my fiance mama.
The little girls father never married her mom, and he admits he can't take care of her. He is an overseas worker in the UAE and works on boats. He sees her maybe 2 times a year, but he also will not allow my fiance and I to adopt.
So the little girl has lost her mom, been isolated from her dad, and now her primary caretaker is leaving her to go to the other side if the planet.
My fiance will not be able to visit in person for years as green cards are taking forever.
Any advice on how to prepare the girl for this would be appreciated. I have suggested that a counselor would be a good idea but my fiance and Mother in law do not want to do that.

I 30F am married to my husband 35F for 7 years. For some background, we are immigrants living in a European country for the last 6 years. We have a 1.5M year old. After we moved to the said country, I had visa restrictions and couldn't work for 2 years. Out of 7 years of marriage, those are the 2 years I was financially dependant on my husband. But, we knew it before moving and still did it as it was beneficial to his career. Since the beginning, he never did much around the house. I do the cooking, cleaning, scheduling any appointment etc.
He always had special hobbies that requires special equipment and I always tried to be supportive. I spend most of my income towards household expenses. All the direct debits are on his account, so I send money to him every month after payday.
Now, I had a difficult pregnancy and a planned c-section due to some complications. I did all the chores until one week before my delivery. That is when my mom came and stayed until the baby turned 2 months old.
My husband did nothing during my mom's stay. Not even hold the baby until I ask. Even after she left, I never got any help even after asking. After the end of my maternity, I switched to a new company. I still do all the work I used to do plus the baby care.
We have two dogs, he feed them. I do the rest. I got sick 3 months ago. He took care of the baby for a week. Cooked for 5 weeks while I was recovering. During this time, I planned to go to my hometown to my parents place to recover fully. So, I told him that I can't give him any money for this month as I want to purchase plane tickets. To say it did not go well is an understatement. He called me names and said the family can't survive. When I pointed out how it's not true, he said he need money for his hobbies. He pointed out that I have savings, but it was actually to repay some debt we had. He is aware of this and still wanted that money. When I did not agree, he threatened saying he will leave his job. I did not budge so he went ahead and cut my health insurance. When I confronted saying I always contribute, he reminded me that he took care of me when I was jobless and also said if he let this one time go, I might make it a habit.
All this while i was sick. I felt very bad. Transferred him some money, booked my ticket and came to my parents place. Our son is with me. I did not talk to him for two months and he occasionally messaged me asking how our son is doing.
He now calls me and asks for money. Says, I am not pulling my weight. I need to give him half of the monthly expenses and I can do anything I want with rest of the money. When I ask about dividing chores, he says he is doing what he can. I feel like a SAHM, with an outside job and don't want to contribute anything financially until he starts doing more around the house and be an active parent in our son's life. AITA?

Hi, I had a bad fight with my sisters.....a little backstory we aren't sisters we are cousins but we grew up together since we were kids my father died when I was 8 months old so my mother moved close to her family our houses are next to each other so we practically live together but since we have different parent we grew up with different environments and raised differently they were five siblings and I was an only child so inevitably our family was more comfortable financially but we weren't rich there were still times when mother had to borrow money at the end of the month to make it but still in their eyes we were rich so they always treated me as if I always have extra cash laying around but I understand so I never really rejected them when they asked even if I had to cut my finances for the rest of the month which also made me come off as a push over recently I saw my younger sister's new custom made item so I asked her about it wanting a one two she said her class mate made it so I showed her what I wanted and told her to send me the design but I never liked it, it was ugly so when I gave her notes on the design and she never sent or said anything back I assumed they got tired and gave up on me but after two weeks or so she told me it's done I didn't say anything else but when I saw it I told her to keep it to herself or return it and I am not paying for this since it was nothing like what I wanted but she replied like I tried to steal her saying that such schemes doesn't work with her I got really hurt so I gave her the money and blocked her not wanting to hear more.
On the other hand, I fought with my older sister simultaneously. Our two families used to share Wi-Fi, but it couldn't reach everywhere at our house, so finally, Mother decided to get us our Wi-Fi. When we got it, Mother said not to give the password to anyone because if one knows, everyone else does, even the neighbors around us, so when my older sister asked for it, I told her so. Still, she made the excuse of a lousy connection, so I pointed out that she was texting me with no problem and told her that if there would be any real problem, I would talk to Mother to give her the password. Still, she got mad, cursed me, and said how dare I humiliate her over a password. I was hurt and angry at her attitude, so I said I should have blocked you with your sister, to which she replied no worries, I will block you myself.
After I relaxed, I noticed they had blocked me from everything so that I couldn't contact them in any way; it hurt me and broke my heart cause while they have each other, I have no one but them, and it is hard to bear with the loneliness; I know I was wrong when I blocked them instead of having a conversation, but now after what's done is done I don't know what to do I don't want our relationship to end especially they are not the type to reach out or apologize so should I be reaching out to talk things throw? Is it the right thing?

idk if this fits here, but i've posted on other subs and i've gotten very scathing responses from men. i'd really love to know if any women have been through this —
23/f here. i graduated from college last year and since then i've applied to over 600+ jobs to minimal success. the only leads i've gotten are some contract brand consulting work, which has been scarce.
without doxxing myself entirely — i work in fashion editorial, and have been working in the industry since i was 14 years old. i have almost a decade of experience; i got a full ride to a top-tier university; multiple internships under my belt; i've done certificate programs at LSE and CBS; received tons of professional accolades... and none of it matters. i've been working myself to the bone since before i could even drive and none of it matters.
the thing that broke me is that i just applied to my dream job (managing director at an indie magazine). i wanted it so, so fucking badly; i'm not even a religious person, but i prayed nightly for it, begging the universe to give me a win. i went through five rounds of the interview process, including multiple one-way video interviews, writing assignments for strategy ideas on how the magazine can grow, etc., developmental sessions... and they said no today. i've been crying for hours on end.
working in fashion is the only thing i've ever wanted. people thought i was going to do great things one day, but now i've let them down. i only have $200 in my bank account. i get dozens of rejection emails a day. i'm underqualified for anything else... i'm strongly considering getting a job at the grocery store so i won't get evicted.
i know this might be the wrong sub (it's not a particularly hopeful place) but if anyone's been in my position i'd love to hear from you. i feel so alone right now.