Me and my ex had broken up a couple of times in our 9 months together. I was always caring and loving, but we did have bouts of arguing and disagreements which eventually drained her and she called it quits. She lost her son 3 years ago and had been getting counselling lately, suffers from depression, autistic and doesn’t like to go out much because of it.
When she broke up I pushed a bit questioning why as she was so into me a few days before. It got to the point we sent a few long messages back snd forth but could tell she was getting annoyed so I dropped it and apologised.
She replied back but I decided not to. The following morning she sends me this: “Right no! Absolutely not! Why the fuck are you messaging my mum! Fuck off! Leave me alone. I don’t want you anywhere near me! How fucking dare you message my mum and show her conversations of us! Your a fucking psychopath! Keys gone in the bin! Now! Now I don’t want anything to do with you!!”.
Her mother had been helping me understand how she works in difficult times (as my ex didn’t speak much about it) and I’d brought up a conversation of when she was excited for a holiday and house and told her I was confused why she wanted to break it off. Her mother was supportive but I realised I crossed a boundary here.
My ex found out as I forgot I asked her mother to chase up my spare key and then I’d already asked my ex after.
Two hours after she sent that message, she saw me typing then blocked me on whatsapp.
I’ve attempted to apologise on instagram last week but she left it unread, so this week I posted a letter apologising it was wrong for me to cross that boundary, wishing her luck in future.
Our relationship had it’s problems and I was responsible for not being as fun towards the end hence the breakup, but I absolutely hate she sees me as a sociopath now. Was this just her lashing out and do you think one day she could forgive me?
(I planned to message her mother again to see if she got my apology letter, but realised this would go against what I was apologising for. I know the letter got there, but obviously don’t know if she read it or not)

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World War II taught us an important lesson about the relationship between science and technology—one that guided innovation efforts for decades after.
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Materials and energy
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The bottom line
Science tech needs to be on everyone’s radar. Advances in next-generation computing, space technologies, and biotech will drive progress in materials and energy innovation, science in space for Earth, and synthetic biology in an incredibly exciting time for people, businesses, and the world. Indeed, as challenges like pandemics and climate change are ever more present, it’s time to invest in and fully unleash the promise of compressed innovation and accelerated science and technology cycles, as they evolve and revolve over time, driving each other forward into the future.

Hi :) I am not entirely sure if I am doing this correctly because I have never used reddit before. I have written a little under half of an adult fantasy novel, and I am looking for feedback. I will take any and all feedback, but I am mostly looking for unbiased parties to tell me if I have an potential at all with this story/as a writer. Honestly I am mainly looking for peers/friends. I am happy to read your work in return (though I am mostly only familiar with fiction/fantasy work)! If you are interested, comment below or chat me (IDK how that works but I shall figure it out hehe).
Content warnings: So far the story is not spicy but I do intend to take it there. I am 22 and the characters are around 20 so I am looking for older readers, not minors. I wouldn't be comfortable discussing that sort of things with younger readers though you are still ofc welcome to read it! There is very minor violence but nothing too grim. There is also some LGBTQ+ rep so bigots stay away!
Disclaimer the first chapter is only one of the main characters, but I do have to say, once they meet there is some wonderful witty banter so I swear it gets more intriguing.
First chapter:
Chapter 1: Bearnas The innate driving force of human nature is vengeance. This was a certitude I had come to realize from a young age, and it was a concept I relied on as I got older. Vengeance was the primary motivator for my people. It was our currency. The way we managed to survive. I didn’t stop to consider the morality of this outlook. I didn’t like to contemplate the state of my existence. Found that to be a waste of time. I focused on the here-and-now. The mutable present. It was simply the way the world was, so I had to deal with it like a man should. This was an ideal my father had instilled in me since the time of my birth. I was the son of a victorious warrior. Osgar Nieva was a well-respected war lieutenant during the Great Slaughtering. He never let me forget that I had a legacy to uphold. I knew my father hated me. I figured his disappointment began from the moment I received my name. In Dolag, tradition dictates that the father names their son. Names were believed to be prophetic. Osgar had a strong name-befitting of a warrior. His name meant “divine spear.” My grandfather claimed he could sense that Osgar would be a brave warrior from the moment he was born. So he was prophesied to be graced by the luck of God in battles. Typically, women were only allowed to name the baby if it was a girl. I was the exception. The process of my birth brought my Mother to her deathbed. The doctor was certain that she wouldn’t recover. As she lovingly admired the newborn baby boy in her arms, her attention was drawn by a bird pecking gently on the window. Tears streamed out of her eyes as it took off soundlessly into the winter dawn. “Wren.” She’d muttered softly, still gazing peacefully out the window. The room of family members and midwives stood in puzzled silence. The world seemed to pause in wait for her next words. She turned her head back to meet Osgar’s eyes. “He shall be named Wren. He will be gentle. Beautiful. Free.” She reached down to caress her baby’s face. “And he will be loved.” Despite my Father’s protests, the council voted to accept the name. The wishes of the dying outweighed naming traditions. Only my Mother never died. Doctors considered her survival a miracle. She returned back to full health only a few months later. She and I have paid for her decision every day since. Osgar refused to call me Wren. Anyone who referred to me as such, other than my Mother, was punished accordingly. To the rest of the world, I became known as Bearnas Nieva. Bearnas was the name Osgar would have chosen for his son if he had been given the opportunity. Bearnas. Meaning bringer of victory. My father did everything in his power to ensure that I would fulfill this destiny, whether it was the result of prophetic nomenclature or resolute determination. The story of my name was all I could think about as I prepared for my sendoff. I was tightening my last bootstring when a small hand clapped me on the back with a force intended to knock me off balance. “The famed Bear Nieva preparing for his grand expedition. What luck I must possess to witness you in all your glory.” I was grateful for El’s arrival, despite the copious amount of sarcasm she brought with her. My sister's presence was probably the only thing that could pull me out of my thoughts right now. “Using mockery as a mechanism to cover up your total despair about my departure, I assume.” I tried to keep my tone light, but in truth it was myself I was worried about. El held the chief role in keeping me sane throughout the later part of my life. She was my only tether to my true self. I worried about how I would stay grounded on my Hunt without her there to tease my worries away. El flopped on my bed with feigned anguish. “Yes, whatever will I do without my idiot older brother around to hog all the scrambled eggs at breakfast. Oh, how I will miss the putrid scent you plague the house with after training all day. Your constant nagging about my lack of tidiness will be missed most ardently.” I swatted her gently with my leather gloves. “Speaking of, get your disgusting outdoor shoes out of my clean bed immediately.” I shooed her out of my room, and chased her towards the door, nearly colliding with my father as a result. “This isn’t befitting behavior for a man about to begin his First Hunt” Osgar admonished. “Elowen, go to the kitchen and help your Mother tidy up before we head to town.” El skirted around our father into the hallway. Safely out of his eyeline, she directed one last mocking tongue in my direction before slinking away. “Are you ready to go?” He raked his disapproving gaze over my gear, searching for any flaw he could call attention to. “Yes, sir.” I responded. I did feel ready. This was the moment I had been preparing for my whole life. My body was honed by years of workouts and my skills were unquestioned. I had graduated top of my class in my training group. I was certainly ready to leave the house, as I wanted nothing more than independence. Besides my Mother and sister, I had nothing keeping me here. Not anymore. So I grabbed my bag and walked out the door. When my family was all ready, we began the walk to the edge of town where the sendoff was taking place. There we would eat, drink, dance and say our goodbyes. I spent my time standing on the outskirts of the group, hoping my stern face would signal everyone to leave me alone. I didn’t have any desire to get my ego fluffed by a bunch of people who just wanted to get in the good graces of my Father. I just wanted to leave. The one person I actually wished had come to bid me farewell had decided not to show up, not that I could blame him. Eleven other men would be sent off at the same time as me. We were all being sent in different directions, but we were all given the same instruction: go kill a witch. That is exactly what I intended to do. Success rates had been much lower over the past few years. After the Great Slaughter fifty years prior, there were only so many witches left to kill. In fact a witch hadn’t been successfully hunted in around 4 years. Most hunters came back many months after their departure unable to track any down. The people of Dolag figured the warriors of the Great Slaughter had ushered the witches into near extinction. The only evidence we had that they weren’t entirely eradicated were the cases of the men who never returned. Every once in a while, there was a man who was assumed to have met his demise at the hands of one of the remaining witches. So the Hunts continued on. After a few hours of festivities, it was time for us to set off. I was ready to say my goodbyes. I knelt down so El could wrap her arms around my neck. Her hot tears dampened the fabric covering my shoulders. “Promise me you will come back,” she said. I squeezed her a little tighter. “Don’t worry, you’ll get a few months of the stench free, scrambled-egg-filled, only-child experience and then I will be right back to boss you around.” El released me from her grip in order to look me in the eyes. “I’m not kidding around Bear.” Her piercing gaze mirrored the intensity of her voice. “Promise me.” Even though I knew it wasn’t something I could realistically guarantee, I hugged her once more and said “I promise, Elly.” After a moment, I stood up and ruffled my little sister’s hair. Then I turned to my Mother, who watched with watery eyes. The hair that had escaped from her tight bun was wisping around her face in the gentle breeze. The sun shining behind her produced an effect reminiscent of a halo. She embraced me with a level of care only a Mother could deliver. “I love you, Wren. You will always be my darling songbird,” she whispered into my ear. I released myself from the hug, and smiled one last time at my adoring Mother. I nodded once before forcing myself to turn to my Father. “Don’t disappoint me, son.” He stuck out his calloused hand and I shook it begrudgingly. It felt like cold leather in my grip. That was it. That was my final farewell from my Father. ‘Don’t disappoint’. No good luck, no I love you, nothing of the sort. Only a damn handshake. I knew I shouldn’t have expected anything different, but it still put me in a sour mood. What a great start to my expedition. I looked one last time at my sister and Mother in an effort to preserve some positive thoughts about my home. When I cemented this image in my mind, I omitted the withering glare of my Father beside them. I spun around and started down the path towards Deirtalamh. I marched towards witch country without so much as a glance over my shoulder. I was days into my trek when I came across the cabin. Being the son of Osgar Nieva gave me claim to the most promising Hunt. My journey was actually mapped to this location, whereas the rest of my group had to resort to aimless meandering. I heard the gentle melody of a person humming drifting out from within the house. How odd. My superiors swore it was a witch that lived here. A hunter from a few years prior reported catching a glimpse of a cabin before he was suddenly lost in the woods. Who could be humming so pleasantly within this peaceful home so deep into witch territory? I maneuvered my head to look through the open window and saw the source of the cheerful noise. She appeared like the sun incarnate. Her dark skin contrasted beautifully against the pale yellow of her clothes. Her hair curled unbound around her face. She stirred a pot of stew as she swayed softly to her own music, the fabric of her dress swishing mesmerizingly around her thighs. Beautiful suddenly seemed like an insufficient word to describe someone of her standing. I knew she was not the witch I had come to hunt. Of course I was no fool, I was aware that witches could glamor themselves to be beautiful. But their false beauty was always like that of a succubus, unnatural and deadly. No witch would have been able to conjure up the effortless and soft beauty of the woman in front of me. I was sure of it. Never mind the fact that if she were a witch, I would most certainly be dead. She would have sensed me coming from the moment I stepped foot onto her land, and she would have been ready to strike. If I had let myself get distracted for this long in the presence of a witch, I would have paid for my mistake in blood. I wondered how she had come to live in Deirtalamh. I’d heard tales of villagers who’d tried their luck here out of desperation, choosing to brave the dangers of witch territory rather than living in the impoverished slums of Dolag. I’d also heard of extreme cases where dangerous criminals were exiled here. This woman looked neither criminal in nature nor desperate to survive. She looked content. Regardless, I must get her to safety. I walked briskly over to the door and entered the cabin.

Hi krakow,
I'm considering a visit in the next few weeks. When I go on holiday, I like to seek out jam nights where I can sit in with local musicians. I'm okay with rock music, but prefer blues, jazz and funk. I'm a drummer, so looking for places with a house drum kit!
Are there any bars/venues in Krakow like this which have open jam sessions? Any recommendations welcome!

This is mostly a vent. Supportive comments needed, advice is appreciated.
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These days I'm so dismayed at my situation and find myself wondering 'What the fuck happened?'
I came from a well-off middle class family. I'm now 22 and struggling with housing and work. I had to start living on my own a couple of months ago and now have no choice but to move somewhere else or flatshare in order to survive, and even that is proving difficult. I have good qualifications but can never keep a job for more than a few months because I'm on the Autism Spectrum. I'm having top surgery in a few weeks (I'm trans), and while I have friends to help me recover I have no family to keep a closer watch on me.
Future is looking a bit bleak.
So how the fuck did I end up here and where did things go so wrong....? That's what I find myself asking.
My mom was always an abusive narcissist and never wanted me in the first place. That's where it all started. Dad and rest of family were passive enablers, plus my autistic traits.......All that did not mix well, for me or my brother. Childhood wasn't very good. From 12/13 I developed clinical (and I mean Clinical with a capital C) depression/anxiety and also gender dysphoria, and as I mentioned I'm on the spectrum as well. I did great in school but in literally everything else I was abysmal and thought constantly about suicide etc. Despite attempts to get help and teachers urging my parents to get me help they ignored all of it completely. At 14 my brother began retaliating violently against my mother's abuse, and over the next few years gave my parents Hell by assaulting them and causing thousands in property damage.
I kept my trans feelings at bay until I got my degree, after which I started dressing and acting like my true self. That was the straw that broke the camel's back. After months of further abuse by my mother, my grandmother let me stay with her. But eventually even my grandmother's actions took a toll on my mental health and I had to live on my own. Then recently I had to block contact with most of my family because of their anger and intolerance over my upcoming surgery.
I'm in contact with social workers to try and get some government help. I constantly feel like I'm an imposter or lazy, that I don't deserve any government help or resources at all. Technically I haven't consumed any government resources yet, it's just that my case has been followed for a long time now.
I feel so bad that I will likely have to make use of government services in my life due to my situation. And seeing other families stick up for each other and help each other when in need makes me feel bitter and upset.

• I know one young man who was born with a few medical complications and is half-blind and has trouble with depression, jobs and school. And his family really care for him. In contrast to me (ok I'm not half-blind), where any legit medical problems that were affecting my day-to-day living were just blamed on me or attributed to a weak mental state.
• I know some trans people and plenty of lgbt people who are accepted by their parents. And with trans issues especially, leaving dysphoria unchecked can really cripple us. In the meantime, my family didn't even accept me wearing the clothes that I felt comfortable in.
• The girl I'm dating is autistic and a lesbian and always had the full support of her family and a government program for her executive functioning problems. She was fully accepted and helped for her autism while my parents attempted to hide my diagnoses and pretend it never happened and continued treating me in a way that's not even acceptable for neurotypical kids.
• My brother is a violent, debatably dangerous shithead and he still gets to live with my parents rent-free.
• Then again, I do know someone with an IQ deficiency who is dependent on the government to live and looks to have been entirely abandoned by his family.

I don't want to get to a point where I would need government housing, but my entire family literally won't accept me living with them. One of my grandmother's has a sizeable house, but is so disgusted by my transness that she can't even look at me and constantly insults me. My other grandmother has a large house but constantly cries and argues over my transness. My aunts and uncles value their private space too much to take me in. I can't go back to my parents because my mother is abusive, does shit like throw away my clothes and stuff and my dad won't stop her.
I grew up in financial security, in a well-off middle class family. I had a computer at 6 years old, we had 3 TVs and my dad tried to put an AC in practically every room in the house, my dad would spend 400$ on just a casual food trip and 'treat' us at restaurants. As kids my grandparents would take us lots of places and treat us, and we'd all go on holiday every 2 years. And all of that never made me happy, and I'd have happily traded all of those material items for a loving family. Scratch that: even just one person who would have acted like a proper parent to me.

27F, FTM, currently 20w+4d. I’ve been an analyst at a large corporation for 5 years now. During those 5 years, I’ve continuously asked for more work because my desk has just always been very slow, but never had any luck.
Now here I am 20w pregnant (and my boss is aware of this) and I’m getting all of these new responsibilities piled onto my desk… when NOW I’m at a point where I’m just trying to coast for the next 4ish months. I barely got a congratulations out of my boss when I told him, so there’s that too…
I have bi-weekly cervical length measurements (had a leep and cone biopsy prior to pregnancy), as well as visits with an MFM now after some issues at the anatomy scan (very optimistic about our baby’s health but still stressful). Going above and beyond at work is not at the top of my priority list… God knows most of coworkers don’t themselves.
I just think it’s very odd that this is all happening the second I become pregnant… after FIVE years of begging. Meanwhile, when a GUY on my team announced that his wife was pregnant back in January, everyone catered to him. It’s so frustrating, but I’m too nice to say anything. I get I’m still able to work and will continue to do a good job like I have been, but geez… I cannot WAIT to go on maternity leave, especially during the holiday season when it’ll be busiest for us. CANNOT WAIT!! Ready to leave now already😪
Really needed to rant about that!!

...how do you handle it?
My 5yo is currently at many appointments to get his autism officially on paper. Without it I can't get the help and the advice from specialists that I need.
Today is the last day of his 2 weeks of holidays from kindergarden and I'm so exhausted.
Everyone involved tells me "Yeah. He has autism, but I can't give you advice, because you have no paperwork that states it". By the end of september I will have those and it was a 2 year battle to get these. But till then is so much time without proper advice.
His daily tantrums, hitting, kicking etc. is too much for me and for 2 months now he does it with his sister (1yo) who mimics him now. I try to protect her as much as I can, but I seem to fail a lot.
How did/do you handle it? What was the best advice you ever got?
Advice I got so far - Touch him while explaining why X wasn't apropriate - Use short sentences, because his brain can't filter too many words - Try using pictures so he understands better what you want
Those were given to me in the last 3 weeks. And only after I involved CPS myself (again), because his kindergarden wanted to kick him out and I'm just lost at what to do.
Sorry if something is unclear or worded wrong as I''m from germany

Hey, are there any available rooms going currently or coming up?
I'm looking for a room with budget of $1300. Preferable neighbourhoods are Greenpoint and Williamsburg, but also open to downtown Manhattan or Bushwick if a good deal comes up. Move in date ASAP, with July 1st the latest.
I’m a 24 year old male originally from the UK, but moved to NY in 2022. I’m chill, clean and respectful. I’m into music, film, fashion, food, soccer, cycling, bars, etc. :)

Hey, are there any available rooms going currently or coming up?
I'm looking for a room with budget of $1300. Preferable neighbourhoods are Greenpoint and Williamsburg, but also open to downtown Manhattan or Bushwick if a good deal comes up. Move in date ASAP, with July 1st the latest.
I’m a 24 year old male originally from the UK, but moved to NY in 2022. I’m chill, clean and respectful. I’m into music, film, fashion, food, soccer, cycling, bars, etc. :)

I cry thinking about my mom. She's alive and well and I'm staying at her house over the holidays.
We cuddle and take naps together. The bond is unconditional.
I don't want to stop cuddling and taking naps with my mom. It will continue until I'm 50 and 60 and 70 and even after she dies I'll wait for the day I die and go look for her in the spiritual realm and continue cuddling and napping with her.
I don't feel like I come from anywhere else. My mom created me for some reason.

I came across this concept a few years ago but have not seen many advancements since. However, with the increased use of AI-powered technology, it would only make sense to create more power-efficient hardware to speed up the cloud infrastructure and make local inference possible and more accessible.
With Hinton's (2022) forward-forward algorithm, it seemed to me like we were getting closer to creating an analog AI that could also learn, but haven't seen any interesting results.
Recently, I learned about a project at Microsoft, which seems to be getting at some exciting stuff with optics (link here).
I was wondering if you came across anything interesting in this domain.

We had been dating a year and a half and he blindsided me with a breakup after just talking to me about moving in together and starting a family. We were broken up for a few months and I know during that time he was seeing someone else. He didn’t cheat on me. I confirmed that when I messaged the other girl and asked her when they met. I started talking to him again during the holidays after his sister invited me over for thanksgiving. At this point him and the other girl had broken up. When we got back together I told him that he needed to remove the other girl from social media and block her number and he didn’t hesitate to do it right in front of me. Since we’ve been back together things have been pretty good. We’re living together and looking in to buying a house. But periodically I still feel insecure about our relationship. I’ll check his social media to make sure he hasn’t added the other girl again, which i never used to check his socials before this. I also occasionally have dreams about him cheating on me or leaving me for the same girl. Last night was the most recent dream that happened and it became very violent. Sometimes I get flashbacks of me going through the breakup, like when i would be crying in my car or crying myself to sleep and it makes me feel sad again.
I just don’t understand why i still think about it when things are going well for us and we are getting more serious about our future together. Has anyone gone through this and how did you manage to let go of the past?

Hiii! Want to send songs to each other and fuck around all day? If so then hit me up. There's not really anyone my age in the village I live in so I'd like to make some online friends. It's weird going from socializing loads every day at uni to hardly speaking to anyone my own age irl. Ideally be from the UK like me and of a similar age ( 18 - 25) but still give it a go if you're not. Maybe send a picture of yourself as well and I'll send one back. I'll prob have pretty fast replies atm. Speak to u soon!
Elijah x

So I was recently look at AOT fan art on my phone until I realized something that probably you weren’t aware of. Allot of people had been comparing got and AOT because they both have a similar way of starting and ending things.
But the first time I watched it, I didn’t have any GOT vibes throughout the entire show. But rather it reminded me of something that I just couldn’t put two and two together. It reminded me of something that I watched during quarantine because the first time I watched AOT was during the summer of 2022.
Black Death is a 2010 movie made by Christopher Smith, the actor Sean Bean (also known as boromir) is in this movie and it’s one of the reasons why I watched it and also this is when I was trying to get medieval history because before I hated reading and eventually I would love reading now reading and writing is part my life. Also accurate history yeah I’m a medievalist and one those people who knows right from wrong.
Anyway the reason why I think this movie has a similar vibe is because of the plot and the style. Remember spoilers also if I miss anything or said something wrong just know that I haven’t watched this movie in a long time.
the main character is a monk named Osmund who broke the rules of falling in love with a women. One day a group of Christian soldiers come asking for a monk who can guide them to this village.
The soldiers and the people have suspicions of this village which is the reason why these knights are here to investigate. Osmund states that he knows or has heard of this village so they choose him.
Throughout their dark adventure of fighting bandits and talking about stereotypical medieval things, and killing one character who was infected but never told anyone about it. They eventually make it to the village, the thing is that the village looks all peaceful but Sean bean states that everyone here is evil no matter how nice they are to us.
This statement eventually becomes true when osmund finds the beautiful girls doing some kind of black magic and then getting imprisoned by the villagers. Once they wake up the nice and friendly villagers are know the enemy.
Your stuck inside this cage thing and everyone is looking at you with hatred. The villagers then start to execute allot of the characters including Sean bean. Osmund is told by the witch to go to the small looking house thing.
Traumatized he finds his girl friend dead covered in blood. This is when that one guy with the black hair and beard escapes killing all the villagers. The witch manages to escape and then the bald guy who states that they see this women as a god. The guy with black hair kills him stating something about god has abandoned you.
At the end this is when it gets really confusing just like AOT. Osmund was taken safely to the church or monastery. So what happens next is that we are left with nothing but stories at least that’s what the knight states. But we are actually told that after osmund dealt with that horrific situation.
He grew mad by grabbing the sword (meaning he became a knight) and started to kill every girl he saw. The thing is at the end the knight states that their were rumors that osmund found the witch and got his revenge and he never found the witch and continued on with his life or something like that.
But in reality he was actually seeing things, he grew so mad that whatever girl he saw his mind will tell him that is her. So their were no witches, their was no good guys everyone was basically an antagonist, and that’s pretty much it.
No this might not seem like this movie has any similar vibes to AOT. But you have to watch the movie for yourself to figure out what I’m talking. Now I’ve seen got and I’ve seen a bunch of movies like Black Death but for some odd reason Black Death is one of the only movies that a had a similar vibe to got sad and dark endings. If you don’t believe me go watch it right now. Again this is all my opinion, so please don’t hate me for this.