I'm wondering if anyone has the video of her saying it as I'm not sure how to video capture Twitch streams, but it's disgusting how they treated that poor woman. She seemed very uncomfortable talking about it.
Edge, Cena, a lot of the guys in the back and Lita herself tried stopping the segment from happening but Vince liked it so it went ahead.
Lita said that they threatened to fire her when she said she was uncomfortable with doing it, which is why she did it. It was the reason she decided to leave the company soon after, and she got buried when she left because of it.
Ever since I was young, I've fantasized about a house that none of the abusers in my family had the address to. Nothing fancy-- but every door would be firmly on its hinge. I imagined myself safe there, with no eggshells to avoid and no egos to coddle.
Well, I turn 33 today, and I just signed the lease on a house no one knows how to find but me. My best friend and I are celebrating by having cake and ice cream on my sky blue plates.
Someday when it's safe again, I'm going to have a dinner party with my chosen family.
And if someone accidentally breaks one, I'll sweep it up like it never happened and make sure no one is hurt-- because they are still just fucking plates. Everyone will feel safe in my house.
Update: I'm speechless right now. I thought maybe 15 people would read my post. I'm sitting at a gas station crying happy tears because of all the love you've poured out. I never would've been brave enough to go NC from my nfamily if not for this group and all the wisdom shared here. Thank you for being my support network. There were times internet strangers were all I had to keep me sane.
(My BFF took me on a road trip to an incredible greenhouse upstate to find plants to fill my new home with! I can't wait to start reading your replies when I get home in a few hours.)
TL;DR : My cat decided to prevent her fall by sticking her claw inside of my nostril. She hung on to my nostril with no remorse.
This morning I was woke up by my cat hanging on to dear life with her claw in my nostril. Why? I cannot say. My only guess is she somewhat didn’t land right on the edge of my bed and started to fall. Thankfully, in her case, my face was the perfect wall to catch on. Therefore, she decided to stick her claw into my nostril to hold on. Not a paw, but one damn claw to hold all her weight. Once the initial shock passes, I begin to try to unleash my nostril but for some reason my cat does not want to budge. She has her claw in the perfect place, yk that spot where theres a ledge of nose before the nostril, it’s honestly perfect for hanging on to. Anyway, It takes a while for me to unleash my nostril because I can’t get her to pick her paw up out of the nook to release my nostril. I can’t just pull because her claw catches. Her determination to hang is pretty strong. But Once I am free, I feel the blood pour. I cannot even see the damage because of the place it’s in! But yes, my nostril feels like the ass crack of satan himself. Pain and fire :) so the damage is probably nice. Just know that when my cat tried to cuddle with me afterwards I kindly pushed her off my bed. This is a first for me. I definitely would have rather have had her claws slide against my cheek over this.
Edit: these are my first awards guys thanks so much to everyone who gave/is giving me an award :)
Edit #2: Don’t worry, I have disinfected my nostril and will keep an eye on it !
Edit#3 I promise I am reading everybody’s comments! They’re hilarious! I kind of wanted to reply to them all but there are a lot :)
This is advice that I needed to hear to have a successful relationship. I was putting in effort with men who were just not as interested in me as I was with them. It always had me anxious and second guessing myself. I slowly learned to let these guys go and pursue men who showed similar levels of interest.
I finally started dating a guy who from the beginning planned dates and put in a lot of effort. He wasn’t always the quickest to text, but he always wanted to spend time with me and make me his priority. We naturally just developed. The anxiety that I thought was preventing me from forming a relationship melted away. I learned that it wasn’t all me, my anxiety was at least in large part caused by the men and the dating culture I was in.
I couldn’t be happier now, we live together and he is a rock in my life. He treated me well from the beginning and was very receptive when I told him about my anxieties. I never thought I would find a partner, I always had doubts and didn’t think I was worthy. I found him after I did two years of major work on myself with therapy and diet and creating a healthy lifestyle. He had also just gone through a lot of therapy to work on himself too. We both were in therapy that looked at our previous relationships. I have someone who comes home happy, helps do laundry and dishes, helps take care of my own pets and doesn’t take his anxieties out on me. He shares his anxieties and is very open about things. He knows he can cry to me, I am there with open arms and he is there for me. I am thankful every day, because I know abusive relationships and I know that this is wonderful.
Keep your heads up, work on yourselves if you can. Don’t let your anxieties get the best of you and move on from dating people who aren’t giving you what you need.
Edit: thanks for all the replies! That means a lot! Here is a link to help find a therapist if you’re interested
I was woken by the sound of crying just now and looked out of the window to see a policeman talking to this poor young girl who was sitting on the edge of the cliff outside my flat. She was just visible at the edge of the streetlight.
The policeman spent about an hour with her in the biting cold of the pre-dawn, talking reassuringly, coaxing her back to this side of the cliff fence. No flashing lights, no fanfare, nothing. Just him, his car parked a little way off and his partner standing next to the car.
I kept wondering whether I could help, whether there were any words I could say or anything I could do. A mate of mine committed suicide a few years ago a bit further along the coast from where I am now and occasionally I find myself wondering what I would have said if I saw him. Or just wishing someone had seen him and been there to comfort him in the way this policeman was there now. Unfortunately the only idea my useless brain could think of was to make everyone tea which, given the gravity and tension of the situation, I thought wouldn’t have been welcomed. So I did nothing except watch from inside my darkened flat, transfixed by the awful mundinaity of the scene unfolding in front of me.
Eventually she agreed to come back to this side of the fence. As she crossed back onto the cliff path, the policeman kept walking back to reassure her that he was not a threat. Then he stopped and she kept walking towards him, still crying. They hugged, I cried. She got in back of the police car and another police car immediately turned up - I suspect it had been waiting around the corner. Then they drove off.
Apologies that this is not a very festive post for Christmas morning. I just wanted to get it off my chest before those I’m with wake up. Hats off to the policeman who handled it unbelievably well, with sensitivity and cool-headed professionalism. My heart breaks at the pain this poor soul was feeling, on this day of all days.
It’s a good reminder to me to hug my loved ones (and call those I can’t hug) and to reach out to an old friend or two who, for one reason or another, might be having a tough day. If you are struggling, please do speak to somebody.
Love to all and merry Christmas
Edit: whoa, this kinda blew up. Thanks for the comments and the kind but very unnecessary awards. Given his happened in Brighton, I’ve contacted Sussex police to say thanks via their ‘thanks and complaints’ online portal. Hopefully that works.
The way I see it, there are several ways to do the edge of an open world map; have an invisible wall and a text pop-up that says "You cannot go that way". Have some arbitrary but physical wall to stop you like a mountain range that perfectly envelops the map in a square box. Or, just keep going, but you'll eventually be teleported back to where you came from.
Alternatively you can have the world on an island, a la GTA, and just an endless ocean in every direction. Or, do the Watch Dogs route, where there are seemingly no roads out of the city and the big highway just loops in on itself. Or in Battlefield games, where if you go out of bounds, you'll eventually get killed by a sniper or landmine or whatever.
Personally, I prefer the Skyrim method, where there are mountains that surround the province so it does feel boxed in, but there are border checkpoints where if you keep going, it just says "You cannot go that way". Straight and to the point.