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2020.11.28 02:42 iamsenpai101 Bad mother nude

This is a rant but advice and wisdom would be gladly appreciated.
My ex (23f) and I (24f) had been together for 3.5 years.
Recently, in February right before spring break, my mother was diagnosed with stage 4 cancer. This of course has changed my life in many ways. I was mean, hurtful, angry at the world. I had to take on many responsibilities and essentially fill her role. When COVID shut everything down, I was able to be with my mom. I took care of her alongside my dad who is sorry to say illiterate and somewhat selfish. So, I took majority of the responsibility when it came to literally everything. I paid the bills, I called doctors, I asked the questions, I made things happen. During this time period, my partner was told "this is a make or break situation." and would say things that were really out of place. My priority was my mother and getting things taken care of. I literally had to help my mom fill out her advance directive and ask her what she would want if she did pass with funeral proceedings. I did not have time to question the stability of my relationship. I love my ex, I love her with everything that I am but I was not a good partner through this, especially when she tried to make it about her, I had to get into therapy and start medications. My mom is my best friend and my ex always found our relationship "weird" something she pointed out the first week I was back in our house together.
Her and I became friends with her ex boyfriend. I broke off the friendship previously because he somehow hacked into my snapchat and took some nsfw pictures from my gallery. (wasn't nudes but i was feeling myself) But, I reached out because he lost his mom when he was 17 and I needed someone to connect with. I would do everything for my ex, if something happened I would find a solution. When my mom was first diagnosed, I fell far behind in my school work. I really did not have time to run to her whenever she called, I would relay on her ex boyfriend to do things for her. I somewhat forgot how manipulative and evil he is.
When my summer internship ended (need internships to graduate), I finally stopped running on adrenaline. Since February until August, I was running on fumes. I barely slept, I barely ate. My ex likes to remind me now that she took care of me, and she did this that and the other. I finally felt everything that had been going on and I shut down. When she was away at her moms, I realized that I was not happy in my relationship. We rarely had sex (she is on antidepressants that make it hard to have a sex drive) I rarely had the physical affection and intimacy that I craved. My love language is physical touch, and words of affirmation. I felt like I was not getting it from her, I told her one day that I am not receiving love in the form that I need it to feel. We both have been planning to get married when we were a bit more settled. I told her I could not marry her as she was, I need to feel love in the way that I know I am loved. After that conversation, she tried for two weeks or so then stayed distant.
She went to her moms every weekend and with COVID classes have been sometimes in class, sometimes on zoom. She had the ability to go home Wednesday and stay still Sunday. I had no problem being by myself and I had 6 classes under my belt. My mom was somewhat stable and I was handling everything from a distance. Still attending doctors appointments with her via phone call and all. I trusted my ex, I trusted her with everything that I am.
I got vertigo. I really did not know what was going on. I thought it could have been COVID or something. It hit me out of no where and she was at her moms (of course). I told her I was upset she hadn't even offered to come take care of me, I eventually popped off after she mentioned having plans. I could barely stand and I had to take care of our cat. After that, conversation which did not go well, she literally completely gave up in our relationship. I had vertigo for 2 weeks.
Throughout the rest of time we were together she acted like she wanted nothing to do with me. I had recently started group therapy along side my individual therapy, started to finally treat my ADHD with medication. I was starting to feel mentally myself again after all the stress and trauma from this year. I started to do services again (her love language is services).
She said she wasn't happy and this is what dating is about. She told me we weren't meant to be together but had not decided what she wanted to do. This was the day that I finally felt better from my vertigo and also received the news my moms cancer grew. It hurt, it hurt more than words can say. I begged her to stay. Few weeks later on the 23rd of September, I asked a mentor for advice and they told me, if she wanted to leave let her go. I told her it wasn't fair for me to wait for a decision if she wanted me or loved me. I cannot deal with this amount of stress, I was (so I thought) already at my wits end after the previous conversation. So, she broke up with me. I told her if she had the possibility todo her school at her moms then leave. I had to leave the house to calm myself and when I got back her car was packed and all the cats food. I begged her to reconsider, (I am so weak), she said we can reevaluate later. She left the next day and she did not want to talk to me. She wanted space. I was so hurt. I was literally all alone in a two bedroom house, our home we created together. I honestly did not think I would survive that hurt.
When I was finally able to leave her alone, she came back crying wanting me. I told her we need time apart (clearly). That I am down to reevaluate in December when the semester is over. Well that lasted a day then she wanted nothing to do with me. As I was hurt over her leaving me and insecure. I questioned her if was talking to someone else and everything else. It just didn't feel right.
As I mentioned previously, the ex boyfriend and I became very close through the months since February. Her and him did too. I trusted him and I don't even know why. he would consistently tell me throughout her and Is relationship how awful she is and how I deserve better. Apparently, he was doing the same to her. He helped build upon this resentment. My ex has OCD, bad. She compulsively picks her nails, pulls her hair and all the above. She claims to have ROCD (relationship obsessive compulsive disorder) and this is when a person second guesses everything about a relationship down to if they even love their partner and something is missing. She told me she had to block him because he wanted to be more than just friends and he was harassing her. I felt like an idiot because I just had him over my house. After finding this out and knowing we both were played. we decided to actually work on the relationship.
What I found out is that she has been emotionally cheating on me, on my birthday through a temporary tumblr account that her ex bf made. I am crying as I type this because her and I have been doing this back and forth since we were in high school. I love her so much, I wanted to marry her, I wanted to have children with her, and she told someone else that she loved them. I was and still am beyond hurt. Its almost been a week since I found out, we were doing really good before I knew.
She has been very dismissive towards how I feel since I found out, she asked me to move on and forget about it. That she was not in the right headspace and she was going through it. (ha same but I did not give up on her). She is very dismissive over the ordeal as she does have him blocked on everything, he tried to reach out on different messaging apps previously and she threatened to call the police. She reached out to his family as well. I know they don't have contact. I know he is literally crazy as he talked about damaging her car and hurting her. I know he is manipulative. I can see how she could have fell into the idea of him being a better partner. I just don't understand, I love her, I have never not loved her the whole 8 years we have been doing this. She tried to make it seem that this wasn't that big of a deal but what she said to him in the ONE screenshot her ex sent me, is way too in depth to be just a one time thing. It was built upon. Obviously her ex and I are not friends anymore but he deliberately fooled me as well. During the whole process, he lied and manipulated me as well. He would fuel the ugly side of me, played on my jealously and my heartache to make me pop on her. Pointed out things that she did in high school that she could be doing now. It hurt so bad because I was being played by both parties. I asked her many times if anything was going on with him. They both acted like I was fucking crazy. He even told me he had a crush on me!
I am so hurt, I am so lost. I don't know what to do. I don't want to give up on her. Its clear he manipulated her but was her love for me that weak or does she really have ROCD? When is enough, enough. I am still trying to work out my emotions and I am still talking to her. We had plans to hang out on Wednesday and I was still open to seeing her. She was busy in the evening, I invited her over (we both moved back to our parents as we are done with school) to hang out maybe help me go through my million of t-shirts but she said she thinks people hate her here so no and she was uncomfortable. I told her I could come over later in the evening around 8 and she said she had a thing. I was having a good day Wednesday, especially after knowing I have been cheated on and I am still able to function. I am back with my momma and I have been getting my room in order. I then see on one of her close friends that I have has a friend on snapchat, post a picture of them both out drinking at the time where I asked to hang out.
I swear, I felt like my heart broke for the umpteenth time. I messaged her told her it hurt and said she wasn't dealing with it. I finally was able to talk to her last night and I asked her if she wanted me to give up and walk away. Clearly, I need to be told by her in order for me to not pursue. She said no, she wants me and I told her then why doesn't she act like it? I told her how much this whole situation hurt and she said I DON'T CARE. that she has bigger things to worry about and I know her actions keep telling me to walk away. I am a "simp" I suppose. She finally understood where I was coming from and said she would try harder. I am still not doing well today. I somewhat asked for advice from my mom without revealing that she cheated as I do not want to stress out my mom more than she already is with her cancer, work, life and everything else under the sun. It didn't get further than only I know and will do what I want regardless what she says (she is right).

I told my ex this is her last chance. We are not together but trying to fix things as she feels we are not ready to be in a relationship just yet. I cannot feel like this again, I deserve better. If it doesn't work out, I am walking. How do you give up when you have literally put everything into one glass for almost a decade? I cannot imagine how others on this page feel. I feel almost numb, and my adrenaline is consistently running. She wants to work things out, she has tried to somewhat communicate today. I sent her a few links to some resources I found here on how to help your partner cope even if they don't want to get back together.

am I just a fool or what?
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2020.11.26 02:38 ThrowRA11223344556 My (20F) trust issues probably ruined my friendship

Hi everyone, sorry if this is a long post. I feel like I got myself stuck in a bad situation and idk how to explain this to my friends without feeling like a huge burden.
These past couple months have been incredibly taxing on me. I broke up with my first boyfriend, which was a LDR of 4.5 years. During the breakup he threatened to leak my nudes ‘as a joke’, knowing that I always had a fear of them getting leaked, one way or another. He then proceeded to beg me to be friends with him, which turned into him trying to get back into a relationship with me.
Then I had issues with my father and brother. I live in the U.S. where we had an election, and I disagreed with my family politically in the past. However, since I started college I have mostly kept my political opinions to myself. However, it was always clear in my father’s mind who I’d vote for, and so he had this whole scheme hatched out to prevent me from placing my vote, with my brother’s help.
Basically, my brother and I went to the same college and the plan was that we’d vote together, which my parents insisted I’d do on Election Day. Then two days before Election Day I was told that I had to head back down home because of fears that riots and looting would happen where I lived (nothing eventually happened). So prior to the night before Election Day, I understood my voting plans to be me going with my brother, after I got done with work, to the polls, and then we head back home.
The part where they tried to screw me over was that my brother was instructed to vote early in the morning while I was at work. Then when I get out of work, immediately have us go back home so I’d be unable to vote myself.
I found this out because my mother stepped into the matter and had an argument with my father about him going through with the scheme. Even threatened to divorce him over this. He then told my brother to call off the plan to vote before and actually follow through with what I’ve been told those last several days. This all happened the night before Election Day, and my brother told me about it. When I asked him why he was ok with doing that to me he looked at me coldly and said “orders are orders.” I was told by him to never let my parents know I knew about the plan to get me not to vote.
While I got my vote in, I was absolutely devastated by the abuse of trust. When we got home, I was greeted by my dad with open arms, all loving and kind. It made me fucking sick. Thankfully, we didn’t have to stay at my parents’ place long as we had an excuse to make it back up to our school the next day.
However, now I’m back home with my family for Thanksgiving and it’s excruciating. I have to play all happy and loving knowing damn well these people were willing to stab me in the back.
The cherry on top here is that I also have PTSD from a history of abuse, which I do not have the emotional endurance to type out on Reddit.
To sum this all up, I learned that these people who had my trust were not worthy of it in the first place, and that fucked me up emotionally like you have no idea.
The part where my situation with my male friend comes to play is that ever since the breakup with my ex, I lost the only people I played video games with. Since there’s a pandemic going on, it’s not like I could hang out with the friends I’m usually out in person with. Since he is a gamer, I asked if he wanted to play with me and we’ve been doing that in a nearly weekly basis.
I’ve considered him a close friend for a while, even when I’m out of town for college we still found the time to do calls with one another and keep in touch. We’ve had pretty deep and emotional conversations and I felt he got me more than most people do.
Things kinda took a turn several days ago when I mentioned I was gaming with him to another friend I had. Her response was that he’s probably only doing it to try to sleep with me. This comment sent me off because looking back I realized that when we started gaming together he actually had been making more sexual jokes and comments than he usually did, and there were times where I thought he might’ve been flirting.
I decided that the best approach was to have a call with him and ask him if he meant anything with the sexual remarks and asked him to stop doing them. He told me that they were just jokes, and he makes them frequently with his other female friends, and he wasn’t trying to do anything there. That conversation was pretty brief and awkward, but then we soon changed the subject to something else.
However, I still had an inkling feeling that something was wrong. It didn’t make sense to me that someone just talked that to their friends. I’ve had many male friends in my life who never spoke to me the way he did.
I texted him about it today because it freaked me out, and this is where I think I took things too far on my part. I told him I didn’t find it made sense that he had conversations like that with his female friends, which he then told me he always had problems with other people misinterpreting his platonic friendships. He then further assured me he won’t speak to me that way. He then questioned why I brought it up again and asked me if I was expecting anything more from him.
I promised I wouldn’t bring it up again and I told him that I’ve just had bad experiences that makes me more vigilant than I need to sometimes. Then I apologized several times for making him feel bad about this whole situation.
I didn’t explain the fuller context (my ex threatening me, my family’s betrayal, and my friends’ comment) because I feel like at this point he already thinks I’m crazy and I think I’ve already placed too much emotional burden on him with my skepticism. He always told me that he considered me a close friend that he felt he could be himself around and I feel like at this point I basically told him I don’t trust him. But that’s not true, I do trust him, I’m just so afraid of getting hurt.
How do I come back from this? Did I royally fuck everything up between me and him? How do I get over my trust issues in the first place?
TL;DR: I have trust issues due to a toxic ex, a crazy family, and PTSD that ended up in me potentially ruining a friendship with one of my closest friends.
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2020.11.25 23:44 pijinglish Bad mother nude

An earlier post today by u/marienbad titled The Finders of Lost Children discussed the long held conspiracy theories and mysteries surrounding a group of people known as The Finders. That post gives a much more detailed overview of the common points that are typically brought up whenever someone mentions The Finders.
TL;DR (but you really should R): In 1987, a van with a bunch of dirty kids being driven by two men in business suits was spotted in a park in Tallahassee, FL. The men were arrested and the children were taken into custody. When it turned out the men belonged to a strange group of people from Washington, DC who were called The Finders, it set off an investigation and media storm that claimed everything from devil worship to child sex trafficking.
I'm going to do my best to give some additional information, but it will likely be unsatisfactory to some as I'm not trying to doxx these people who were children when this happened to them. So take it as you will.
Some quick background info on The Finders that is often left out or overlooked when it's much easier to make broad claims about satanic child abuse: The group had been around since the late 1960's to early 1970's, though it's leader, Marion Pettie ("The Gamecaller"), had been holding salons of one sort or another in DC for decades before that. When the van story broke in 1987, The Finders' public spokesman was Robert Terrell, who was later interviewed for a Washington City Paper article:

"In 1971, Terrell had a pretty hefty chunk of the American dream: Married with children, the 35-year-old venture capitalist and CPA had a house in Chevy Chase; he was making nearly $200,000 a year. He owned a farm in West Virginia and half of an oil company, among other holdings. Less than a year later, Terrell had left his family and joined the Finders. “I was looking for a more meaningful life,” he recalls. “I had already made a pretty big pile of money and I couldn’t go on just making more, there wasn’t really much point in that. Pettie offered a more personalized life, more community-oriented, re-establishing the kind of extended family that the human species evolved under. — In the early days, the group resembled an extended family, but the real attraction for Terrell was self-realization. “Pettie used the term ‘pressure cooker,’” he says. “The idea was to explore your own person and discover your own true nature. You can’t do that just sitting at a desk or on a couch in a routine way. You have to have some experiences, so Pettie was good at structuring experiences from which you could learn. He called himself the ‘game caller,’ and what that meant was that he’d call a game for you to do something where you’d gain experience.” For Terrell, game playing ranged from working a temp accounting job in a downtown D.C. law firm to catching a flight to Japan on two hours’ notice to gather information on Japanese companies and report back to Pettie. It was a subculture built on whimsy and intrigue, undergirded by a sense of tribal affiliation. “Early on, we were focused on trying to build a community that was based on old-fashioned principles of loyalty,” he says. When my questions drift into the sexual dynamics of the Finders, Terrell gets angry: “If you want to write a scholarly piece about the group in the historical context of the Shakers and the Oneida communities, fine, but for a newspaper article, I don’t want to get into that—that’s sensationalism.”
Around 1973, Terrell purchased two properties on W Street in DC which became The Finders' group house. Regarding "sexual dynamics", women slept in one house and men slept in another. While couples did develop, there was a bit of a free love vibe, but women were in control of partnering. When a woman decided she wanted to sleep with someone she'd let them know and the man would join her for a night or however long things lasted. (From what I can tell about these relationships, the women were typically a few years older than the men, though that's a generalization.)
By and large, The Finders were well educated and generally well off. Many were involved with computers long before that was a common occurrence. For instance, Stuart Silverstone, who was found by police living at the W Street residence in 1987, was in 1968 a faculty member at MIT who taught "Computers in Architecture", "a course in computer applications in architecture and game teaching." Other members, like John Cox (who was briefly married to Finders matriarch Barbara Sylvester), founded companies like General Scientific, which handled classified defense contracts.
There were more than a few Finders who were involved in either government or military work at points in their lives. Whether this connects to anything necessarily nefarious or is simply the result of smart people living in the DC area during the Cold War is a longer discussion for a different time, but it should be noted. The Finders were somewhat obsessed with compiling information, either as part of their "games" or perhaps having something to do with Marion Pettie's own military and/or (alleged) CIA ties. When the Finders' warehouse was raided in 1987, police found all sorts of computer equipment and books that raised eyebrows. This was what the Finders referred to as their Information Bank.
In a 1994 article by Daniel Brandt titled Marion Pettie and his Washington DC "Finders": Kooks or Spooks?, Brandt writes:
In August 1984, two twenty-something young men wearing ties knocked on my door and gave their names: Steve Usdin and Jeff Ubois. A tiny newsletter had mentioned the database I was developing, and they were interested. They began pumping me on my activities and associates, and took notes. Their questions reflected a familiarity with obscure leftist personalities and publications that is found only among seasoned activists, and even more curiously, they expressed no politics of their own. Usdin and Ubois had to be "sent men."
But they wanted to be helpful. My own attempts to interest progressives in my project had been met with quizzical looks, because at the time most leftists were still using typewriters. These two fellows at least knew all about microcomputing. So I rewarded them with the first edition of what today is called NameBase. At the same time I mentioned that I needed the IBM BASIC compiler to get the program transferred from CP/M, and a few weeks later they came by with just what I needed, complete with a photocopied manual in a binder. I probably should have asked them for new computers and an office.
They said their group went by the name of "Information Bank," and they wanted to approach certain organizations in the Washington DC area and volunteer their technical skills. The following June I visited their warehouse headquarters and met Randolph A. Winn and Robert M. Meyer. I asked questions about who or what was behind it all, but their answers were evasive. From their perspective, I was a potential recruit.
In July 1985 I got a call from Kris Jacobs, a DC activist who did research on the right-wing. She said that Ubois was caught looking in her office files, and when she confronted him, he claimed to be from the National Journalism Center. Since NJC is a right-wing group that was then doing research on the left, his answer didn't pacify her. Ubois had been dropping my name to talk his way into certain places, so Ms. Jacobs wasn't happy with my excuses either. I alerted two other organizations who were getting assistance from the Information Bank. The next time Ubois came over in early 1986, I casually brought up the name "National Journalism Center" in a different context, and asked him if he had ever heard of it. "Nope." That's when I opened my own file on the Information Bank.
Louis Wolf helped me check crisscross directories and we visited the recorder of deeds. Several group names were listed under each address, and the two properties we knew about were both in the name of Robert G. Terrell, Jr. While returning from the recorder of deeds office, cross my heart, we spotted Usdin walking with an older man. He didn't see us so we followed them on foot for about two miles like Keystone Kops (they kept stopping at store windows), but eventually lost them. Sometime later Ubois dropped in on Wolf (they never call ahead) and whipped out a business card that read "Hong Kong Business Today." He wanted to know how to get a visa for Vietnam. It was clear by then that most group members were world-class travelers, which included travel to numerous Eastern Bloc countries. It was all a game to them. This was a small group -- perhaps 40 adults -- but they had no visible income to support their far-flung activities.
In February 1987, two young men from the group were arrested in Tallahassee, Florida because the van they were driving contained six children with dirty faces. The term "child abuse" was trumpeted in all of the media, all over the country, for several days. Customs, the FBI, and DC police raided three group properties and made off with their files and computers. The group (it was a "cult" to the media) was called the "Finders" (years earlier they had been known as the "Seekers"), and it was run by Marion David Pettie, then 67 years old. At least now I knew who the older man was and I had another name for the group. No charges were filed and the children were soon returned to their mothers in the group. After realizing that they had been feeding on a nonstory, the media suddenly dropped everything with no apologies. I called the Washington Post city desk at the height of the hysteria and explained that there was another angle, but when their reporter called back he was only being polite.
Three years later I obtained a three-page nongovernment memo of undetermined origin that summarizes Pettie's intelligence links. Most of it seems to check out. According to this memo, Pettie began his career with assorted OSS contacts, served as a chauffeur to General Ira Eaker, became a protege of Charles Marsh (an intimate of FDR and LBJ who ran his own private intelligence network), and was trained in counterintelligence in Baltimore and Frankfurt, Germany. His wife worked for the CIA, and Pettie himself was run by Col. Leonard N. Weigner (whose September 1990 Washington Post obituary confirms that his career was spent in air force intelligence and the CIA). Pettie's case officer was Major George Varga, who relayed Weigner's instructions until Varga died in the 1970s. The memo says that on Weigner's advice Pettie resigned from the military and surrounded himself with "kooks" so that he could infiltrate the "beat," human potential, and now the New Age movements.
Okay, so file this memo under "P" for "Paranoia." Except that in December 1993, first the Washington Times (which was picked up by AP), and then U.S. News and World Report, both carried essentially the same story. It seems that the Finders investigation was stopped cold shortly after it started in 1987, and now the Justice Department has formed a task force to figure out what's going on. Why was it stopped? This is from an internal "Memo to File" written by a Customs agent who participated in the raids, dated 13 April 1987:
CIA made one contact and admitted to owning the Finders organization ...but that it had "gone bad." ... [I was advised] the investigation into the activity of the Finders had become a CIA internal matter. The MPD [DC police] report has been classified Secret and was not available for review. I was advised that the FBI had withdrawn from the investigation several weeks prior and that the FBI Foreign Counterintelligence Division had directed MPD not to advise the FBI Washington Field Office of anything that had transpired. No further information will be available. No further action will be taken.
If Pettie and The Finders were some front for the CIA, it remains unclear to me what the actual purpose was. Were the members who played Pettie's games somehow witting or unwitting spies?
"Games" played a central role inside the Finders, and it was often difficult to know when the members were playing out some fantasy and when they were not, ex-associates said. The Finders' tendency to abandon jobs and homes at a moment's notice could complicate law enforcement efforts to find the group's members, who were gone from their Washington bases when police arrived Thursday, sources said. Sometimes they approached businesses -- from a major Washington law firm to a leftist think tank -- and offered their expertise in computer programming and other services, sources said. Other times the group went through the motions of setting up a business, sometimes printing up phony business cards. Some members used up to 20 aliases, ex-associates said.
Terrell called Finders' leader Marion Pettie "my entertainer. He provides me with a model of somebody who is never satisfied with the status quo and he inspires me upward and he keeps me laughing as I go.” Pettie, an Air Force master sergeant who retired in 1956 and bought extensive woodland property in rural Madison County, Va., started the Finders in the late 1960s as a communal experiment characteristic of the period. He sought intelligent, well-educated people who could discuss the latest thought in philosophy, psychology and human development. The Finders eschewed counterculture music and drugs, former associates said. While they maintained an open-door policy at their Washington house and Virginia farms, many of the drifters and hippies who came for free food quickly left because of the emphasis on serious conversation and work.
"It used to be an organization of dropout professionals who didn't know what to do with their lives," said one former associate. "But it took a bad turn.” In the early 1980s, Pettie's close friend and second-in-command, known by the group as Barbara Sylvester, who was in her forties, died at the Finders' W Street house after she did not receive medical help for appendicitis. The death apparently placed Pettie into a gloomy mood and led to a shift in the group's tone. The Finders became increasingly secretive, hostile and arrogant toward nonmembers, former associates said. Members engaged in long self-criticism sessions, exposing painful emotional inadequacies to the group. Members stopped seeing relatives and friends who were not in the group; former associates found themselves shunned or treated brusquely. It was amid this blend of surliness and somber planning for the future that the community began to raise its new generation, children who were shared by numerous parents yet nurtured by no one in particular, ex-associates said."
...Former members of the Finders said that the six children found in Tallahassee are sons and daughters of group members, the result of a deliberate binge of child-bearing among group women in the past few years, after about 10 years of freewheeling relationships in which they deliberately avoided having children, former associates said. A number of the older members of the Finders, people in their forties or fifties, had careers or families before but left them behind to take part in the group. Looking back, most of them regarded their old lives as uninteresting and their children and former spouses as too conventional, according to former group associates and relatives of current members. Pettie and his followers agreed about 1980 that they should start a new generation of children and raise them in an experimental way, the sources said. The biological parents would not raise them; the group would. But in reality the children were largely ignored by the members, with responsibility for their care considered drudgery, former members said. "It was an undesirable job in the group," said a person who quit several years ago. "They were trying to keep the kids out of their hair . . . . The theory was the children should have a lot of abundance . . . . But they were terrible at putting it into practice.” In a telephone interview last night, a man who identified himself as Robert Gardner Terrell, 50, the owner of two Washington buildings used by the Finders, said the group included 20 adults and six children, and tried to provide children with "the richest life they could have."
"Children always come first in our organization," he said. "We're trying to create a model that could be followed by other persons who want to raise free children . . . . “ The commune children were so dirty and full of sores on their bodies that they were not allowed to play with other children on the playground at Stoddert School near the W Street residence, former associates said. Group members had taken the children there to encourage them to play with nongroup youngsters, but the two groups did not mix because the Finders' children could hardly communicate with the others, one ex-associate said. All the commune's former participants who were interviewed agreed that they knew nothing about child abuse in the organization, though members may sometimes have ignored the children or even mistreated them.
According to Terrell, The Finders created a sort of Garden of Eden for the children on land they owned in rural Virginia. By making walls of brush and branches, they built a play pen several acres long and wide, with fields, forest, and streams for the nude children to do whatever they wanted in, left to their own devices. Finders watched the children from afar with binoculars, but otherwise didn't interfere. When the children were indoors, adults walked around on their knees so as to not intimidate the kids. And Pettie insisted that the adults speak to the children nonsensically, so the kids could figure things out for themselves. Additionally, Pettie and the adults created "games" for the kids to play which were often life parables in which prizes like apples were given to the winners. We're told the goal, misguided though the methods may have been, was to rear creative and independent children unlike those raised on cartoons and frozen dinners.
It was the group who raised the children, not individual parents, and Pettie wanted the kids weaned off of their mothers. In December of 1986, the women of the group left for a game that Pettie called in California. With the mothers' consent, the six children left for warmer weather with three men in the group, Michael Holwell, Douglas Ammerman, Stan Berns (an architect), and Kenny Rogers (a landscape designer). Holwell was the father of one of the children, though due to The Finders' views on fatherhood, his specific role as "father" may have been unclear. According to Terrell, the men and children drove from Washington, DC to Berea, KY where they hoped to help in the construction of a religious community called New Hope, run by Rev. Jim Wyker. [A photo of the undeveloped property can be seen here.] The Orlando Sentinel reported:

While asserting in a telephone interview Saturday night that he had no connection with the Finders, Wyker described them favorably and confirmed that group members had been in Berea last month. The children, he added, "were healthy, very well fed, and loved like they were in a family.” The memo named a man and woman from Spring Grove, Pa., who it said helped with child care on the trip to Berea. The woman, who identified herself as True Marks, said after being reached at a telephone number supplied by Terrell that members of the group "took very good care" of the children and "never hit them or abused them in any way.” According to Terrell's memo, "it was thought" that the children would be enrolled in a Montessori school in Berea for the duration of the project. He said the children's mothers "are now in San Francisco working in business offices, earning money to help pay for 'New Hope.’ "After finding that preparations for Kentucky groundbreaking were incomplete, Terrell said, the men took the children to Florida on a vacation and camping trip "with the full applause and approval of the children's mothers.”
While in Florida, the dirty children were observed with Ammerman and Holwell, and from there the story took off. On February 4, 1987, the men were arrested and the children put in protective custody. The Finders were already an odd lot by mainstream standards, but adding fuel to the fire were a collection of photographs found in their DC warehouse showing a goat being slaughtered in front of the naked children. Terrell explains this was simply to educate the kids about where their food came from. Given the complete lack of other "satanic" evidence, I'm inclined to believe him.
All of the children were eventually returned to their parents and the charges dropped. According to Finders at the time, this incident was the breaking point of an already struggling experiment and The Finders were no more. The properties in DC were sold, Marion Pettie moved to his farm in Virginia, and The Finders scattered to the winds. In 1991, Terrell said, “The vision of the group shifted, and the nature of the group shifted from an idealistic utopian community to more of a military-like organization where following orders became more important than the vision.”
But rumors of a devil worshiping cult of child sex traffickers dominate stories about The Finders to this day. What ever became of The Finders, and the mysterious children in the van?
During reporting at the time, the children were identified as Mary, 7; her brother John Paul, 2; Max, 6; Benjamin Franklin, 4; Honeybee, 3; and Bebe, 2. (According to Terrell, the children were allowed to name themselves.)
Mary and John Paul's parents were Paula and James Michael Holwell (who was one of the two men arrested while driving the van). Paula and James were married in 1982 and listed their address as 3918-20 W Street, Washington DC, which is widely known as The Finder's group house.
Max's mother was Patricia. (I believe I know who the father is, but that remains unconfirmed.)
Benjamin Franklin's parents were Kristin and Steve Usdin.
Honeybee's mother was Judith. (I believe I know who the father is, but that remains unconfirmed.)
Bebe's parents were Carolyn and Jeff Ubois.
While The Finders officially disbanded among a string of lawsuits to redistribute the income they'd shared for decades, upon closer examination many of them more likely just escaped the influence of Marion Pettie. Records show that several of The Finders continued to live together in group houses or small communities from Florida to California well into the early 2000's. (Terrell ran a vegan bakery in central Florida for a number of years.) While they can't show the whole story, yearbooks and newspaper articles show the children attending schools and colleges, and the ones I've tracked down seem to be doing well by outward appearances — at the very least they haven't disappeared into satanic dungeon somewhere.
Mary can be seen at age 10 talking about saving sea turtles. At age 12, she writes about Earth Day. In high school, she performed Shakespearean monologues. And today, she works for a division of NASA.
Max grew up with his mother in California in a Finders group home. His father, I think, stayed in Virginia with Marion Pettie. Today, Max runs a landscaping design business.
Bebe appears to have grown up in the same house as Max. He has since changed his name and is CEO an internet company.
There's no indication the children were trafficked or were ever intended to be. However strange or unorthodox their childhoods were, the children are alive to this day and seem to be doing quite well.
Plenty of mysteries about The Finders remain, but I think we can put the satanic sex cult rumors to rest.
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2020.11.24 10:26 coolcamels Bad mother nude

The bus was pretty hectic, as I think most busses were. I remember I used to sit by myself on the bus, or sometimes I’d sit by maybe one or two of the other guys I would hangout with when I was around 8. We traded Pokemon cards, and talked about everything Pokemon-related.
This wasn’t often, though, and most times I sat on the bus by myself, and I’d lean my cheek against the cool window and look outside-- zoning out the loud shouting from the front to the back of the bus.
I remember avoiding the back of the bus, because if I went back there, they’d find some reason to mess with me-- whether it was for being a girl who liked to collect Pokemon cards, or if it were for the big yellow spots on my two front teeth. They weren’t very creative kids, so the worst nickname they could come up with for me was, “spots.”
I left church again for a few weeks, and stopped talking to him.
I want to fall in love so bad, and to have my own kids, and to have a good job that I love. I want to not have to be embarrassed anymore about the way I look, and I can’t even get plastic surgery because people would still be cruel to me for that, and there’s no way my family would support me doing that, and my family means a lot to me. I don’t like talking to people about it, because I know people make fun of the people who are open about how lonely they are, or how they want to find someone they can love. I don’t want people to look at me like they look at those people-- I don’t want to seem like I’m desperate. But then when I do talk to people about it, all they can tell me is, “You’re not ugly!” or “You don’t need a boyfriend to be happy,” but it honestly doesn’t matter what they say, because at the end of the day I’ll still know how ugly and weird I am, and how no guy is going to be attracted to me.
It’s funny, because people say that personality is what counts, and I don’t want to sound stuck-up or anything, but I consider myself a pretty decent person? Like, I work really hard to be there for my friends when they need me, or to listen when they need me to, and I always try to wave at people and make them feel like they matter. I talk to everyone as if they’re a close friend that I care deeply about, and I make sure they know how much they’re appreciated. I try not to talk about my problems unless they ask, because I’m afraid people will assume I’m an attention-seeker or annoying for talking about it.
I have plenty of guy friends, but obviously me being a good person, or an interesting person (I intentionally try to have a lot of interests and hobbies so that I can connect with more people,) doesn’t mean anything (in terms of dating me) since I’m not pretty or even moderately attractive.
Nothing is going to change. I’ve been praying to “get prettier” as I get older, but once you’re around my age, you’ve kind of surpassed your peak in attractiveness (at least for girls,) and I’d rather die than have to feel this way for the rest of my life. I’d hate to spend my entire life thinking, “Oh! Maybe I’ll find someone next year!” for it to just never happen. I know so many amazing women who have amazing personalities, who are from their late 20s to late 50s and they still get depressed because they can’t find anyone, and I don’t want to grow old and alone and depressed. I don’t want to die, but it’s better than crying myself to sleep every night for the next 50+ years over how depressed and alone I am.
I’m probably going to start setting aside a savings account for my parents and putting in money for my funeral so that they can afford it when I do kill myself.
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2020.11.23 19:49 mcdonaldsbutinandout Bad mother nude

I am only 14 yet I know the bad things that go in on the world. My father recently left to go do something but left his phone at the house. I decided to go through his phone in his search history and found him searching through prostitues for sale. He didn’t exactly search it although it was a website. It displayed a few nude picture in which you click on them to buy them for an hour or so. Him and my mother are happily married for over 13 years now. What do I do? Do I confront my dad about this seeing if he is really buying it. Should I just forget about it and not say anything. Is he using it as fap material or what?!? I understand that he may be cheating in my mother because of this but I really don’t know what to do. All I have done so far is clear it on his phone for him and ask this Reddit post. Please let me know what I should do or any possibilities.
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2020.11.23 04:32 _I_Just_Want_To_Be_ Bad mother nude

But in a good way. I can't take it anymore and I'm letting it all out. I know this is long but I need to do this.
For the past 1.5 years, I have been packing on weight. I'm a 32-years old woman, full-time student, mother, and partner and I'm not living life the way I should or want to. I'm 5'0" and the last time I weighed myself, which was a few months ago, I was 220 lb. I'm likely heavier now - probably 240. I have asthma and for the past year, have experienced edema in my lower legs from slowed blood flow, worsening asthma, I'm pre-hypertensive, at 19, had my daughter (some weight gain but I lost most of it), at 20 I was diagnosed with several conditions like degenerative disc disease, congenital lumbar spinal stenosis, 4 slipped discs (one of which bulges towards my spine), bursitis in my hips, and severe carpal tunnel syndrome that has caused permanent nerve damage even after open-release carpal tunnel surgery. I had to stop working as an independent contractor for a gig platform because I've gotten too fat and it hurts too much to do the manual labor. To top it all off, I have moderately-severe autism and auditory processing disorder.
The bulk of these happened before my weight truly spun out of control so what was already difficult, I made worse. I was raised by a mother who suffers with BPD and anorexia so I was taught all of the wrong lessons about food. I've tried to love myself over the years and even got close at times but there was always an undercurrent of disgust and shame at my body. I was always overweight but it was never too terrible and certainly never kept me from enjoying life. Before, I was the short and cute chubby girl with the big boobs and big round butt that could attract most men. Now I'm this balloon of a woman and a shell of my former self. The past year I have started to hate myself so much that I wouldn't make love to my partner of 8 years. It's not his fault. I hated myself so I decided for him that I wasn't worthy of his love and affection. He has an extra 10 or 15 pounds but he looks fit and sexy. But no matter how much I ached for intimacy, I held myself back.
What happened? How did I allow myself to get this big? I don't want to hate myself this much. No one chooses to hate themselves like this. No one in their right mind chooses to be fat. I knew I was more prone to suffer issues if I put on the weight but I just couldn't stop myself - or wouldn't. I would never eat during the day unless I did more physical activity than usual and instead would wait until everyone was asleep. I would bring out my bowl, smoke some weed, and binge on junk food until I could barely breath. I would make secret trips to the grocery store or, if I did buy junk food, I would eat the whole package/box/bag and replace it the next day to make it look like I hadn't eaten it yet. Waiting for everyone to sleep before indulging in my sin caused my sleeping pattern to go completely out of whack. I've always struggled with insomnia (the initial reason I smoke weed), but not to the extent that I would need to sleep almost half the day away because I was up until 4 or 5 in the morning. My studies are suffering, my family is suffering, my body is suffering, and I'm suffering. Why? Haven't I been through enough in life? Haven't I been to enough funerals for my friends (non-weight related) that I should value my life more? Even burying my own sister? Was it not enough?
The weight has made walking nearly impossible because my back can no longer handle the weight, causing unbearable tightness and pain in my lower back. One of the final straws broke when we took our daughter to go trick or treating and I couldn't even make it half a block. The pain makes it impossible to keep walking. So there I was, coming up with the excuse that we could cover more houses if I drove along side them in the car. For the first time in my daughter's 13 years of life, I wasn't the one walking with her from house to house. Oddly, it worked out as my boyfriend really enjoyed being the primary walker as it was great bonding time. But still.... I felt like total and complete shit.
So here I am, warts and all. I'm tired of looking at women who are healthy and wishing I was them. I'm tired of avoiding mirrors and other reflective surfaces. When I do muster the courage to look in the mirror, I am horrified at what I've allowed to be done to my body. I'm tired of the sneaking around. I'm tired of looking at before and afters; seeing their start and current month and thinking, "If I had started my weight loss then, I could be like that right now". I'm tired of watching sex scenes with my boyfriend and worried that he sees that and wishes I looked like that. I know he wishes I was a healthy weight. He's just too kind to admit it but we both know it. I'm not angry at him. I would think the same thing if I were him. I know if he were in my position and I in his, I would want him healthy. I know he worries and it kills me that I do this to him. tired of wearing a shirt to hide my stomach during sex. I miss being completely nude and feeling our bodies together. I know he loves me and I know he would never cheat on me. We've been to hell and back over the last 8 years and we're stronger for it. But I'm tired of sucking in my stomach (or a sad attempt to) so that he doesn't see how fat I've become. I'm tired of carefully turning around when he wants to have sex in missionary. I'm tired of pretending I'm way more ticklish of my sides and stomach than I actually am. I'm tired of holding things in front of my stomach to hide it. I'm tired of looking at myself during class in Zoom. I'm tired of feeling like shit after I eat or drink something I'm not supposed to. I'm tired of being in agony and barely making it through a shower because I can't stand that long. I'm tired of leaning on anything i can find to alleviate my back pain. I'm tired of telling my boyfriend that I'm tired of being this weight, making some half-assed attempt and going back to my old ways. I'm tired of our home not being more organized because I can't bring myself to do it because of my back. I'm tired of watching as my yoga mat collects dust. I'm tired of looking at the healthy food I bought expire because I gave up within the week. I'm tired of starting and failing and starting all over again. I'm so fucking sick and tired of being sick, tired, and miserable. I want to live a long life. I want to watch our daughter become a woman, potential mother, and adult. I want to travel the world. I want to make love to my boyfriend without fear, shame, or embarrassment. I want to love myself more. I want to take care of myself. I want to wear flip-flops. I want to go to the beach again. I want to give my family everything I have in me. I want to LIVE.
I think I've finally hit rock bottom in the best way possible. I think I'm finally ready to change but I know I can't do it alone. My boyfriend is supportive of me and wanting to make changes too. I want us to feel sexy and confident. Every time I've tried this on my own, I've failed because I didn't ask him to join me. He has failed every time for the same reason. And now we've decided to do it together.
I am now on day 4 weed-free and have followed through on my workout days this week. Tomorrow I will do yoga to help with flexibility and eventually work up to cardio on Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays. I will do my HIIT workouts on Tuesdays, Thursdays, and Saturdays. I can already feel some flexibility coming back now that I'm not as bloated from all of the junk food. The edema in my legs have already started to lessen. I can walk and stand longer which has been a huge relief. I'm becoming more and more conscious of what I put in my body. I'm not perfect but I am making the changes little by little every day and my body is thanking me for it as it crawls back to healthy.
Part of changing is holding myself accountable. I'm also doing something I've never done before; making this public. So every day, no matter what unless there extreme extenuating circumstances, I am pledging to post every day to keep myself on track. I will log my good days and my bad days. I will log what I've eaten, what exercises I've done, and my overall mood. It's not about getting upvotes or comments. It's about doing whatever I can to hold myself accountable and reminding myself every day why I'm doing this.
So whoever you are, if you've read this far, I appreciate you taking the time to peak into my life. Maybe you even resonate with everything I've said or even some of it. If you'd like, feel free to comment any tips, advice, or feedback. Make me accountable. I know I can do this but not on my own. I truly believe that I'm finally ready to change and take my life back from this cage that is my fat. I'm ready to start loving myself.
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2020.11.22 02:02 SomeMagicOvenMitts Bad mother nude

"I will grab you, I will rip you, I will eat you."
It's almost funny when I think back on it. I replay those words in my head every night before finally falling asleep, usually no earlier than around 3:00 AM on a good night. The nightmares aren't bad; I rarely have them, actually. But when they come on, they come on with an insidious ferocity. Whenever I wake from one of my nightmares, I'm always left periodically checking my closet like a five-year-old child for the remainder of the night and lose any sleep I could hope to enjoy before sunrise in the process. I suppose these occasional nightmares mean I'm destined to forever remember what happened in that hotel room a few years back when I was still out on the hunt for jobs. I don't terribly mind that I can't forget. Like I said, the story is almost funny. Almost.
It happened on a night like tonight. Right now, it's 2:01 AM. Back then, it was 2:01 AM as well, or sometime around then. I was driving down an unfamiliar road that was fairly crowded for that time of night/early morning. The road was called Ashtin Way; at the end of this long, winding road sat the local university where I'd be interviewing for an adjunct gig teaching composition the next day, thankfully at 1:00 in the afternoon. I was looking forward to finding my hotel and getting some good rest before rising and preparing some more for the interview in the morning. Check out time would be 11:00 AM. I'd get some coffee and a light breakfast and be on the way to the school as soon as I woke up.
This was to be my first "big boy" job. I'd already signed a lease to a nearby apartment; that's how certain I was that I'd snag this gig no problem. But the start of my lease wasn't for another few weeks and I'd quit my fast food job earlier in the summer. As a result, I found myself paying for a hotel that was the last one available and wasn't exactly cheap with what meager savings I had. It was annoying to have to fork over the money for a single night, but my hometown was over five hours away. I'd left my parents' (where I was still staying, waiting for my new life to begin) at around 8:30 PM. A late start to get out on the road, I know, but I guess I didn't realize how much of the day had been eaten away by my constant stressing over the interview. But I had a reservation for the night and I had to get to the hotel. I was thinking of modifying my stay to two nights if that was allowed. The stress of the upcoming interview combined with late night driving had sucked a lot of energy from me. I didn't think I'd be able to drive back the next day.
The road was surrounded by businesses and restaurants on either side (some of them still with their lights on), and, like I said, was oddly busy for the lateness of the hour. It was Monday (well, Tuesday at this point), and the zoo just north of here (one of the most major zoos in the country, actually) I knew had discounted tickets on Mondays during the summer months. I'd read about it when researching the area, thinking that if I ended up staying longer, I might as well find something fun to do. I remember being disappointed I'd miss out on the Monday discount. I figured the cars on the road were returning from the zoo, which had some pretty late hours, according to my research. (They were open until midnight, if I recall.) I'd been deposited onto Ashtin Way from the interstate, and perhaps several late-night zoo visitors had just gotten off of it as well on their way back home. I sighed, envying all the people I imagined returning to their cozy, familiar beds after a day of summer fun.
Finally, I arrived at my hotel. It was on the far end of Ashtin Way, a few miles down from where I'd first turned onto the road. Across the street was a large, well-lit gas station, a Wawa. I'd heard of those but had never seen one before. Basically a QT or RaceTrac, only even more upscale than that if you can imagine it. My hotel itself was very nice, too. Like I said, it wasn't cheap. Brentwood Inn was the name of it. I think it was owned by the college or had some partnership with it, seeing as "Brentwood" was also the name of the university I'd be interviewing at tomorrow, on the other end of Ashtin Way. I parked, yawned, and gathered my backpack and the one other bag I'd brought with me. I passed through the hotel's automatic doors and entered the lobby, which was immaculate and modern with a chandelier, a continental breakfast area, a seating area populated by polished leather chairs, a sizeable flat screen spewing out Fox News, a large stone fireplace, the works.
"Hello sir." I was greeted by the woman manning the front desk, on which sat a bowl of apples and bananas. I recognized her voice from when I booked the room over the phone the other day. "Oh!" she said when I gave her my name and told her I had a reservation. "I didn't realize it was you! I'm terribly sorry about the mix up over the phone." She was talking about how she'd given me the wrong room on accident because of a computer error. She jotted down my number to call me back and had to go off to fix it, but it was all sorted out in the end.
"It's no problem," I told her groggily. I managed a smile despite my tiredness. She seemed worried I'd be mad. She probably dealt with all manner of asshole guests. Upon seeing I wasn't gonna bitch at her over a minor inconvenience from a few days ago as people probably normally do, she practically squealed with delight. She sure was a chipper little thing. I imagined she must sleep during the day to be so perfectly awake and cheerful during this overnight shift. That, or she had an impressive amount of caffeine currently flowing through her veins. She didn't look young, but she wasn't old by any means. Her hair nonetheless seemed to be graying, and though she was perfectly energetic and glad despite the late hour, in her eyes you could just detect a deep, long-lasting tiredness, the cause of which was hard to tell. But it of course didn't really matter. I yawned again. Suddenly, feeling confident come August I'd have a good income, I decided to splurge and ask if I could update my stay to two nights. Smiling wide, she said it wouldn't be a problem.
Feeling glad to finally be getting some rest, I headed up to my room. The little green light near the handle blinked when I slid my key card, and pushing the door open, I found myself in a room that was nicer than what my new apartment would look like, if a virtual tour on their website was anything to go by. The wallpaper was a pleasant, calming dark blue, the floors were hard wood, the bed was large and fluffy like some heavenly marshmallow and eagerly awaited me. The next couple of days in this strange place seemed like they'd go pretty okay after all. I had to admit, though, that I wasn't terribly confident about tomorrow's interview. I lay down thinking about what the comp director could possibly ask - trick questions were sure to arise. I bitterly remembered being asked about six ways I'd use a fucking pencil in an interview at a gym that I positively botched before landing the fast food gig. Surely, tomorrow's interview would come with something out of left field designed to stump me.
I began to think of what the comp director might ask beyond questions that would probe my qualifications. I thought about the history of the school. The first thing that came to mind was the mascot. It was an unusual one - a chimpanzee. I remember thinking how odd that was. My research into the school didn't state the mascot's origin as far as I could tell, but it did mention an incident involving said mascot back in the early 1930s when animals rights weren't well-respected and vaudeville acts and the like involving animals like chimps were perfectly common place. Brentwood had brought a chimp out onto the football field during a big game to entertain the crowd. He was actually lent to the school from the zoo. (Initially learning about the zoo from this story was one reason I looked it up later when I was searching fun things to do in the area.) Anyway, the incident played out like a real-life King Kong. The chimp apparently nearly snapped its leash, perturbed by the sounds of the marching band, but was thankfully reeled in by a group of men before it could attack a poor girl who could barely run while held down by the weight of her tuba. It could have been a lot worse. The school suffered a rough patch in its reputation, not helped by a rape and murder that happened the following year, committed by a homeless man who'd apparently been squatting on the campus grounds for months, evading security all the while. I didn't plan to mention any of that during the interview, obviously. But there was a chance they'd ask something stupid like what the mascot's name was. It was starting to annoy me I couldn't remember it, so I sighed, turned over, and reached for my phone on the nightstand. Before I could touch it, it buzzed and lit up with a notification.
"I will grab you. I will rip you. I will eat you."
It was a text from an unfamiliar number. Disconcerting, to say the least. But still, I was more confused than afraid. I briefly wondered if I should text back. The mystery of it was keeping me awake though I knew I needed to be rested for the interview. I'll deal with it later, I finally told myself after a few minutes considering what to do. Still, it was hard to fall asleep. I was just sure my phone would soon light up again with a new, perhaps even more sinister threat. I began to feel vulnerable. I always slept naked. It was just my habit because I can't stand any heat and would be unable to fall asleep otherwise. Now, I wanted to get up to put on some clothes, thinking it might make me feel a bit safer. At the same time, though, I wasn't too keen on getting out of the safety of my bed...
My phone came to life again. But it wasn't another ominous text. It was my alarm blaring. 9:00 AM. I'd woken up at a reasonable time, but I didn't feel rested and ready for the day at all. I would have slipped on the banana peel on the floor near the front desk had the woman who checked me in not cried for me to watch out. She wished me good luck when I told her I was on the way to an interview and I swear the crazy bitch waved at me the whole time as I left the building, even as I was stepping out onto the parking lot. I had to stop to give a massive yawn before opening my car door. Picking up the extra night was definitely a good idea. I wasn't about to drive back home today. I was exhausted, my mind preoccupied with the strange, threatening text from the previous night. In fact, I was so preoccupied, I found, that even a large coffee and some last-minute interview preparation in my car couldn't keep my mind focused on what questions I might be asked and how best to answer them.
As you might have guessed, the interview didn't go great. The comp director didn't seem irritated, but rather confused or even sympathetic about how tired and a little on edge I was. I performed passably (I think she even said that) and I think had the school not closed, I probably would have gotten the job. But I can only imagine.
Night 2. At this point, I was thinking there was a fair chance I didn't get the job, so I was a little depressed. I didn't want to do anything but sleep the rest of the day away and hopefully sleep through the night without incident. I'm not exactly sure why, but when night came, I decided I'd sleep in T-shirt and gym shorts. Maybe my survival instinct was wiser than I was that night. Maybe I just felt a little colder than usual. Maybe I was just looking for a way to feel more secure after last night's threatening text, the mystery of which I left unsolved in my tiredness. But, whatever the reason, I broke my habit and lay down for sleep fully clothed. I fell asleep almost instantly.
I awoke to a sound I expected to be the buzzing of my phone. I'd meant to block the number, but some part of me, I guess, was curious to see if they'd text again. I grabbed my phone and found it showed no new notifications. I knotted up my face in confusion and then, when the sound came again, I froze in terror. Grunting. Grunting or moaning or even some sort of mumbling in a low, guttural voice. And movement. Very slight movement. And the faint sound like someone brushing against--no, no it couldn't be. Brushing against...coat hangers? Was there something in the fucking closet?
My eyes grew huge. I let out a little gasp and clutched the covers, trying in vain to hide. How had someone gotten in? Who else had a room key? I thought I must have been having some sort of nightmare--sleep paralysis or some shit. I didn't have a history of it or anything, but it could happen to anyone, right? That was the best explanation I had in the moment. I wondered what to do. Then, suddenly, I heard (or maybe imagined in my terror that I heard) the creaking of the closet door as it gradually opened.
I jumped out of bed. Thankfully I didn't have to grab any clothes before making my escape since I wore clothes to bed that night. But I probably would have bolted out naked anyhow. I was getting the fuck out of there. I left everything behind and didn't look back. I think I managed not to scream somehow, but I probably uttered a "Fuck no!" or something similar as I dashed into the hallway. Breathing hard, I sprinted down the hall and burst through a door leading to a stairway (fuck waiting on the elevator) and I probably would have run out the building and raced up Ashtin had the woman at the front desk not stopped me.
"Whoa, whoa, whoa!" she cried in alarm. She ran out from behind the desk to stop me. "Sir, what's going on?"
"There's something in that fucking room!" I screamed.
At first, the woman seemed concerned when I told her this. But then, her face melted into a new expression that seemed almost bemused, as if I she knew perfectly well there was nothing in my room and I was being cutely naïve for thinking so.
"Oh really?" she said. "Well, why don't we go take a look? I'm Babs, by the way."
Was now really the time for proper introductions and pleasantries? It really did feel as if she were my mother (now that I think about it, the sick bitch was probably old enough to be) and was taking me back to my room to show me there were no such things as monsters in the closet.
"I'm not fucking going back up there."
"Oh, don't make such a fuss," Babs shot back at me, mildly annoyed. She beckoned me to follow her upstairs. "He gets out sometimes. It isn't that big a deal. He's perfectly harmless."
I swear my mouth must have fallen open in shock at that. I followed her, wanting to know what the hell she was talking about. If she wasn't afraid, I supposed I didn't have to be either. Did she keep some poor person captive in the hotel? I was starting to think I wouldn't put it past her; I realized at that moment just how off she'd seemed since the moment she checked me in.
She pulled the door open and sauntered into the room, not shutting it behind her. She looked utterly uninterested as she briefly searched around. I was hesitant to step inside. I could see the closet door was wide open, the hangers strewn everywhere.
"Well," she said, satisfied, "Looks like there's nothing here." She glanced at the coat hangers and smirked. "A little messy are we? She picked up my pants I wore to the interview, which were splayed on the floor and dotted with one or two drops of dried mud from my walk across campus. "A little dirty?"
I almost said something. No, I wasn't fucking messy or dirty - something was in my fucking closet. But then, this woman, trying to make her voice seductive, cut me off and said, "Well, cutie, you know I can be dirty too."
Flabbergasted, I washed as she began to disrobe. Soon, I found a naked, middle-aged woman walking toward me. I found myself backing up, shocked and disgusted, like Jack Nicholson after that decrepit woman in the tub came slowly approaching him while cackling in The Shining. That might as well have been what was happening. I put up my hands, telling her nonverbally to back the fuck off. I nearly said something, but I was interrupted by the sound of someone of something rushing down the hall and suddenly stopping. The same grunting I'd heard in bed. And now a new sound: curious hooting.
Babs froze. I lowered my arms slightly and carefully peered over my shoulder. In the doorway, there sat a chimpanzee. His fur was jet black and wild. His exposed teeth were yellow and fanglike. In his hand, he held a banana. Thinking about it now, I nearly smile. It was almost wholesome - like a picture you'd see on a zoo advertisement (minus the teeth, of course). But the chimp wasn't focused on his fruit. No, he was trying to peer past me, I could clearly see, for there was something very interesting about the nude woman before me.
I glanced back at Babs. She glanced down at her body. She looked back up, meeting the chimp's eyes. Her face looked like she'd just realized a gun she'd put to her head as some unfunny joke was actually loaded and she'd just pulled the trigger.
"Jeffrey," she uttered, shaking with fright. "Jeffrey, it's--"
The chimp lunged at her with a terrible shriek. I can only imagine how many people in that hotel jumped out of bed in a panic upon hearing it. I only saw a brief flash of the mauling before I stumbled out of the room and pushed past a bunch of confused and terrified guests spilling out into the hall. I still have nightmares, like I said. Likely, just thinking back on it tonight will trigger the nightmare to play once again if I do manage to sleep. When the police finally got to the hotel and shot the animal dead, they found only Bab's torso and bloody, mangled stumps were her limbs once were. Everything above her neck was utterly destroyed. The only remnant of her head was a massive blood stain on the floor. Streaks of blood and little chunks of her were apparently also splattered all over the calm, ocean-blue walls in that room, if eyewitness reports from the local paper are to be believed. The report mentioned that no one else was injured, that the chimp's rage was directed at Babs specifically for some strange reason, and he didn't harm or even pursue anyone else even as they all fled the hotel. I guess everyone was lucky enough to have worn clothes to bed that night.
Brentwood University is closed. There was no recovering from what came out after the chimp attack. It turns out that even though they discontinued using live chimps as their mascot at football games, they found an alternative use for the animals, one that was both utilitarian and morally questionable, to say the very, very least. The school, like I said, suffered a major blow to its reputation after a homeless squatter on campus raped and killed someone. It turns out there have been multiple such squatters over the years, given the area where the school was built gradually became plagued by poverty and crime. The school's solution: use chimps to eliminate the problem. The one who provided the chimps was the nearby zoo, just as they did when the chimps were a hallmark of the school's football games decades ago. The school maintained their partnership with the zoo and continued requesting they loan them the chimps without disclosing why. The zoo didn't ask questions because they found this actually benefited them. Because the school wanted the chimps to be transported under the cover of night, the zoo had to make staff stay later as a result in order to make this possible. As such, the zoo was able to increase its hours of operation, maximizing profits.
The zoo was one of the largest employers in the relatively small town (a lot of students who attended Brentwood worked there), so the staff couldn't complain much about the new hours and eventually got used to them. Whenever they had to transport a chimp to the college, most staff apparently didn't care to question it, though the paper quoted one worker as saying she was told the chimps were part of some sort of display for this or that spirit day (a chimp was the school's mascot, after all). The unknowing zoo staff were apparently always told the chimp would be well-supervised by expert trainers. College representatives seemed to want to underscore that it wouldn't be like the football games of decades past when the chimps couldn't be successfully wrangled. Regardless, word somehow never really spread about the zoo giving Brentwood chimps for shady, unknown reasons.
I think they knew what they were doing was wrong, though. The reason Jeffrey--the chimp at the hotel--attacked Babs is because she was nude, and the college had trained their chimps to maul only those who were naked. The homeless who appeared on campus would be stripped of their clothes and their clothes would be quietly donated to a Goodwill or somewhere similar, perhaps to assuage the guilt that might have come with murdering the campus trespassers. Campus security would always take any suspicious-looking people to the Brentwood hotel (which was indeed college property), where their chimp executioner resided in the large basement. The college apparently preferred doing this to contacting the police because the small-town police, in their opinion, couldn't be trusted to do an adequate job of solving their problem. Babs was apparently the only hotel worker who knew the college's secret. Jeffrey was the latest chimp that Brentwood had brought on board as a homeless exterminator, and Babs was the first employee of the hotel to discover him (as he had a habit of getting out). The school thought they were done for, but Babs pledged to keep the secret so long as she could keep Jeffrey as her pet. The woman was deeply lonely, as you could imagine. Single her whole life. Had no family or friends to speak of, according to her obituary. Well, except for her chimp, of course. She was fascinated by primate intelligence. Inspired by Koko the gorilla, she tried to teach Jeffrey sign language, but had better success teaching him how to type...
"I will grab you, I will rip you, I will eat you."
He was talking about a banana he found in the bowl on the front desk. He'd found Babs's phone. The creepy bitch had saved my number from when I gave it to her so she could call me back while she was having some trouble booking the room. Jeffrey certainly loved his bananas. That was one thing he loved to express in his typing, you know.
I sleep with clothes on now. Always. It's hard to get used to it and I often get hot. Maybe that's another reason I can't sleep. That and the image in my head of the gnarled ebony fingers of Jeffrey's paw clamping firmly into Babs's face as she wails in agony.
Think I'll check the closet one last time tonight...you can never be too careful.
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2020.11.21 22:25 SomeMagicOvenMitts I will grab you, I will rip you, I will eat you

"I will grab you, I will rip you, I will eat you."
It's almost funny when I think back on it. I replay those words in my head every night before finally falling asleep, usually no earlier than around 3:00 AM on a good night. The nightmares aren't bad; I rarely have them, actually. But when they come on, they come on with an insidious ferocity. Whenever I wake from one of my nightmares, I'm always left periodically checking my closet like a five-year-old child for the remainder of the night and lose any sleep I could hope to enjoy before sunrise in the process. I suppose these occasional nightmares mean I'm destined to forever remember what happened in that hotel room a few years back when I was still out on the hunt for jobs. I don't terribly mind that I can't forget. Like I said, the story is almost funny. Almost.
It happened on a night like tonight. Right now, it's 2:01 AM. Back then, it was 2:01 AM as well, or sometime around then. I was driving down an unfamiliar road that was fairly crowded for that time of night/early morning. The road was called Ashtin Way; at the end of this long, winding road sat the local university where I'd be interviewing for an adjunct gig teaching composition the next day, thankfully at 1:00 in the afternoon. I was looking forward to finding my hotel and getting some good rest before rising and preparing some more for the interview in the morning. Check out time would be 11:00 AM. I'd get some coffee and a light breakfast and be on the way to the school as soon as I woke up.
This was to be my first "big boy" job. I'd already signed a lease to a nearby apartment; that's how certain I was that I'd snag this gig no problem. But the start of my lease wasn't for another few weeks and I'd quit my fast food job earlier in the summer. As a result, I found myself paying for a hotel that was the last one available and wasn't exactly cheap with what meager savings I had. It was annoying to have to fork over the money for a single night, but my hometown was over five hours away. I'd left my parents' (where I was still staying, waiting for my new life to begin) at around 8:30 PM. A late start to get out on the road, I know, but I guess I didn't realize how much of the day had been eaten away by my constant stressing over the interview. But I had a reservation for the night and I had to get to the hotel. I was thinking of modifying my stay to two nights if that was allowed. The stress of the upcoming interview combined with late night driving had sucked a lot of energy from me. I didn't think I'd be able to drive back the next day.
The road was surrounded by businesses and restaurants on either side (some of them still with their lights on), and, like I said, was oddly busy for the lateness of the hour. It was Monday (well, Tuesday at this point), and the zoo just north of here (one of the most major zoos in the country, actually) I knew had discounted tickets on Mondays during the summer months. I'd read about it when researching the area, thinking that if I ended up staying longer, I might as well find something fun to do. I remember being disappointed I'd miss out on the Monday discount. I figured the cars on the road were returning from the zoo, which had some pretty late hours, according to my research. (They were open until midnight, if I recall.) I'd been deposited onto Ashtin Way from the interstate, and perhaps several late-night zoo visitors had just gotten off of it as well on their way back home. I sighed, envying all the people I imagined returning to their cozy, familiar beds after a day of summer fun.
Finally, I arrived at my hotel. It was on the far end of Ashtin Way, a few miles down from where I'd first turned onto the road. Across the street was a large, well-lit gas station, a Wawa. I'd heard of those but had never seen one before. Basically a QT or RaceTrac, only even more upscale than that if you can imagine it. My hotel itself was very nice, too. Like I said, it wasn't cheap. Brentwood Inn was the name of it. I think it was owned by the college or had some partnership with it, seeing as "Brentwood" was also the name of the university I'd be interviewing at tomorrow, on the other end of Ashtin Way. I parked, yawned, and gathered my backpack and the one other bag I'd brought with me. I passed through the hotel's automatic doors and entered the lobby, which was immaculate and modern with a chandelier, a continental breakfast area, a seating area populated by polished leather chairs, a sizeable flat screen spewing out Fox News, a large stone fireplace, the works.
"Hello sir." I was greeted by the woman manning the front desk, on which sat a bowl of apples and bananas. I recognized her voice from when I booked the room over the phone the other day. "Oh!" she said when I gave her my name and told her I had a reservation. "I didn't realize it was you! I'm terribly sorry about the mix up over the phone." She was talking about how she'd given me the wrong room on accident because of a computer error. She jotted down my number to call me back and had to go off to fix it, but it was all sorted out in the end.
"It's no problem," I told her groggily. I managed a smile despite my tiredness. She seemed worried I'd be mad. She probably dealt with all manner of asshole guests. Upon seeing I wasn't gonna bitch at her over a minor inconvenience from a few days ago as people probably normally do, she practically squealed with delight. She sure was a chipper little thing. I imagined she must sleep during the day to be so perfectly awake and cheerful during this overnight shift. That, or she had an impressive amount of caffeine currently flowing through her veins. She didn't look young, but she wasn't old by any means. Her hair nonetheless seemed to be graying, and though she was perfectly energetic and glad despite the late hour, in her eyes you could just detect a deep, long-lasting tiredness, the cause of which was hard to tell. But it of course didn't really matter. I yawned again. Suddenly, feeling confident come August I'd have a good income, I decided to splurge and ask if I could update my stay to two nights. Smiling wide, she said it wouldn't be a problem.
Feeling glad to finally be getting some rest, I headed up to my room. The little green light near the handle blinked when I slid my key card, and pushing the door open, I found myself in a room that was nicer than what my new apartment would look like, if a virtual tour on their website was anything to go by. The wallpaper was a pleasant, calming dark blue, the floors were hard wood, the bed was large and fluffy like some heavenly marshmallow and eagerly awaited me. The next couple of days in this strange place seemed like they'd go pretty okay after all. I had to admit, though, that I wasn't terribly confident about tomorrow's interview. I lay down thinking about what the comp director could possibly ask - trick questions were sure to arise. I bitterly remembered being asked about six ways I'd use a fucking pencil in an interview at a gym that I positively botched before landing the fast food gig. Surely, tomorrow's interview would come with something out of left field designed to stump me.
I began to think of what the comp director might ask beyond questions that would probe my qualifications. I thought about the history of the school. The first thing that came to mind was the mascot. It was an unusual one - a chimpanzee. I remember thinking how odd that was. My research into the school didn't state the mascot's origin as far as I could tell, but it did mention an incident involving said mascot back in the early 1930s when animals rights weren't well-respected and vaudeville acts and the like involving animals like chimps were perfectly common place. Brentwood had brought a chimp out onto the football field during a big game to entertain the crowd. He was actually lent to the school from the zoo. (Initially learning about the zoo from this story was one reason I looked it up later when I was searching fun things to do in the area.) Anyway, the incident played out like a real-life King Kong. The chimp apparently nearly snapped its leash, perturbed by the sounds of the marching band, but was thankfully reeled in by a group of men before it could attack a poor girl who could barely run while held down by the weight of her tuba. It could have been a lot worse. The school suffered a rough patch in its reputation, not helped by a rape and murder that happened the following year, committed by a homeless man who'd apparently been squatting on the campus grounds for months, evading security all the while. I didn't plan to mention any of that during the interview, obviously. But there was a chance they'd ask something stupid like what the mascot's name was. It was starting to annoy me I couldn't remember it, so I sighed, turned over, and reached for my phone on the nightstand. Before I could touch it, it buzzed and lit up with a notification.
"I will grab you. I will rip you. I will eat you."
It was a text from an unfamiliar number. Disconcerting, to say the least. But still, I was more confused than afraid. I briefly wondered if I should text back. The mystery of it was keeping me awake though I knew I needed to be rested for the interview. I'll deal with it later, I finally told myself after a few minutes considering what to do. Still, it was hard to fall asleep. I was just sure my phone would soon light up again with a new, perhaps even more sinister threat. I began to feel vulnerable. I always slept naked. It was just my habit because I can't stand any heat and would be unable to fall asleep otherwise. Now, I wanted to get up to put on some clothes, thinking it might make me feel a bit safer. At the same time, though, I wasn't too keen on getting out of the safety of my bed...
My phone came to life again. But it wasn't another ominous text. It was my alarm blaring. 9:00 AM. I'd woken up at a reasonable time, but I didn't feel rested and ready for the day at all. I would have slipped on the banana peel on the floor near the front desk had the woman who checked me in not cried for me to watch out. She wished me good luck when I told her I was on the way to an interview and I swear the crazy bitch waved at me the whole time as I left the building, even as I was stepping out onto the parking lot. I had to stop to give a massive yawn before opening my car door. Picking up the extra night was definitely a good idea. I wasn't about to drive back home today. I was exhausted, my mind preoccupied with the strange, threatening text from the previous night. In fact, I was so preoccupied, I found, that even a large coffee and some last-minute interview preparation in my car couldn't keep my mind focused on what questions I might be asked and how best to answer them.
As you might have guessed, the interview didn't go great. The comp director didn't seem irritated, but rather confused or even sympathetic about how tired and a little on edge I was. I performed passably (I think she even said that) and I think had the school not closed, I probably would have gotten the job. But I can only imagine.
Night 2. At this point, I was thinking there was a fair chance I didn't get the job, so I was a little depressed. I didn't want to do anything but sleep the rest of the day away and hopefully sleep through the night without incident. I'm not exactly sure why, but when night came, I decided I'd sleep in T-shirt and gym shorts. Maybe my survival instinct was wiser than I was that night. Maybe I just felt a little colder than usual. Maybe I was just looking for a way to feel more secure after last night's threatening text, the mystery of which I left unsolved in my tiredness. But, whatever the reason, I broke my habit and lay down for sleep fully clothed. I fell asleep almost instantly.
I awoke to a sound I expected to be the buzzing of my phone. I'd meant to block the number, but some part of me, I guess, was curious to see if they'd text again. I grabbed my phone and found it showed no new notifications. I knotted up my face in confusion and then, when the sound came again, I froze in terror. Grunting. Grunting or moaning or even some sort of mumbling in a low, guttural voice. And movement. Very slight movement. And the faint sound like someone brushing against--no, no it couldn't be. Brushing against...coat hangers? Was there something in the fucking closet?
My eyes grew huge. I let out a little gasp and clutched the covers, trying in vain to hide. How had someone gotten in? Who else had a room key? I thought I must have been having some sort of nightmare--sleep paralysis or some shit. I didn't have a history of it or anything, but it could happen to anyone, right? That was the best explanation I had in the moment. I wondered what to do. Then, suddenly, I heard (or maybe imagined in my terror that I heard) the creaking of the closet door as it gradually opened.
I jumped out of bed. Thankfully I didn't have to grab any clothes before making my escape since I wore clothes to bed that night. But I probably would have bolted out naked anyhow. I was getting the fuck out of there. I left everything behind and didn't look back. I think I managed not to scream somehow, but I probably uttered a "Fuck no!" or something similar as I dashed into the hallway. Breathing hard, I sprinted down the hall and burst through a door leading to a stairway (fuck waiting on the elevator) and I probably would have run out the building and raced up Ashtin had the woman at the front desk not stopped me.
"Whoa, whoa, whoa!" she cried in alarm. She ran out from behind the desk to stop me. "Sir, what's going on?"
"There's something in that fucking room!" I screamed.
At first, the woman seemed concerned when I told her this. But then, her face melted into a new expression that seemed almost bemused, as if I she knew perfectly well there was nothing in my room and I was being cutely naïve for thinking so.
"Oh really?" she said. "Well, why don't we go take a look? I'm Babs, by the way."
Was now really the time for proper introductions and pleasantries? It really did feel as if she were my mother (now that I think about it, the sick bitch was probably old enough to be) and was taking me back to my room to show me there were no such things as monsters in the closet.
"I'm not fucking going back up there."
"Oh, don't make such a fuss," Babs shot back at me, mildly annoyed. She beckoned me to follow her upstairs. "He gets out sometimes. It isn't that big a deal. He's perfectly harmless."
I swear my mouth must have fallen open in shock at that. I followed her, wanting to know what the hell she was talking about. If she wasn't afraid, I supposed I didn't have to be either. Did she keep some poor person captive in the hotel? I was starting to think I wouldn't put it past her; I realized at that moment just how off she'd seemed since the moment she checked me in.
She pulled the door open and sauntered into the room, not shutting it behind her. She looked utterly uninterested as she briefly searched around. I was hesitant to step inside. I could see the closet door was wide open, the hangers strewn everywhere.
"Well," she said, satisfied, "Looks like there's nothing here." She glanced at the coat hangers and smirked. "A little messy are we? She picked up my pants I wore to the interview, which were splayed on the floor and dotted with one or two drops of dried mud from my walk across campus. "A little dirty?"
I almost said something. No, I wasn't fucking messy or dirty - something was in my fucking closet. But then, this woman, trying to make her voice seductive, cut me off and said, "Well, cutie, you know I can be dirty too."
Flabbergasted, I washed as she began to disrobe. Soon, I found a naked, middle-aged woman walking toward me. I found myself backing up, shocked and disgusted, like Jack Nicholson after that decrepit woman in the tub came slowly approaching him while cackling in The Shining. That might as well have been what was happening. I put up my hands, telling her nonverbally to back the fuck off. I nearly said something, but I was interrupted by the sound of someone of something rushing down the hall and suddenly stopping. The same grunting I'd heard in bed. And now a new sound: curious hooting.
Babs froze. I lowered my arms slightly and carefully peered over my shoulder. In the doorway, there sat a chimpanzee. His fur was jet black and wild. His exposed teeth were yellow and fanglike. In his hand, he held a banana. Thinking about it now, I nearly smile. It was almost wholesome - like a picture you'd see on a zoo advertisement (minus the teeth, of course). But the chimp wasn't focused on his fruit. No, he was trying to peer past me, I could clearly see, for there was something very interesting about the nude woman before me.
I glanced back at Babs. She glanced down at her body. She looked back up, meeting the chimp's eyes. Her face looked like she'd just realized a gun she'd put to her head as some unfunny joke was actually loaded and she'd just pulled the trigger.
"Jeffrey," she uttered, shaking with fright. "Jeffrey, it's--"
The chimp lunged at her with a terrible shriek. I can only imagine how many people in that hotel jumped out of bed in a panic upon hearing it. I only saw a brief flash of the mauling before I stumbled out of the room and pushed past a bunch of confused and terrified guests spilling out into the hall. I still have nightmares, like I said. Likely, just thinking back on it tonight will trigger the nightmare to play once again if I do manage to sleep. When the police finally got to the hotel and shot the animal dead, they found only Bab's torso and bloody, mangled stumps were her limbs once were. Everything above her neck was utterly destroyed. The only remnant of her head was a massive blood stain on the floor. Streaks of blood and little chunks of her were apparently also splattered all over the calm, ocean-blue walls in that room, if eyewitness reports from the local paper are to be believed. The report mentioned that no one else was injured, that the chimp's rage was directed at Babs specifically for some strange reason, and he didn't harm or even pursue anyone else even as they all fled the hotel. I guess everyone was lucky enough to have worn clothes to bed that night.
Brentwood University is closed. There was no recovering from what came out after the chimp attack. It turns out that even though they discontinued using live chimps as their mascot at football games, they found an alternative use for the animals, one that was both utilitarian and morally questionable, to say the very, very least. The school, like I said, suffered a major blow to its reputation after a homeless squatter on campus raped and killed someone. It turns out there have been multiple such squatters over the years, given the area where the school was built gradually became plagued by poverty and crime. The school's solution: use chimps to eliminate the problem. The one who provided the chimps was the nearby zoo, just as they did when the chimps were a hallmark of the school's football games decades ago. The school maintained their partnership with the zoo and continued requesting they loan them the chimps without disclosing why. The zoo didn't ask questions because they found this actually benefited them. Because the school wanted the chimps to be transported under the cover of night, the zoo had to make staff stay later as a result in order to make this possible. As such, the zoo was able to increase its hours of operation, maximizing profits.
The zoo was one of the largest employers in the relatively small town (a lot of students who attended Brentwood worked there), so the staff couldn't complain much about the new hours and eventually got used to them. Whenever they had to transport a chimp to the college, most staff apparently didn't care to question it, though the paper quoted one worker as saying she was told the chimps were part of some sort of display for this or that spirit day (a chimp was the school's mascot, after all). The unknowing zoo staff were apparently always told the chimp would be well-supervised by expert trainers. College representatives seemed to want to underscore that it wouldn't be like the football games of decades past when the chimps couldn't be successfully wrangled. Regardless, word somehow never really spread about the zoo giving Brentwood chimps for shady, unknown reasons.
I think they knew what they were doing was wrong, though. The reason Jeffrey--the chimp at the hotel--attacked Babs is because she was nude, and the college had trained their chimps to maul only those who were naked. The homeless who appeared on campus would be stripped of their clothes and their clothes would be quietly donated to a Goodwill or somewhere similar, perhaps to assuage the guilt that might have come with murdering the campus trespassers. Campus security would always take any suspicious-looking people to the Brentwood hotel (which was indeed college property), where their chimp executioner resided in the large basement. The college apparently preferred doing this to contacting the police because the small-town police, in their opinion, couldn't be trusted to do an adequate job of solving their problem. Babs was apparently the only hotel worker who knew the college's secret. Jeffrey was the latest chimp that Brentwood had brought on board as a homeless exterminator, and Babs was the first employee of the hotel to discover him (as he had a habit of getting out). The school thought they were done for, but Babs pledged to keep the secret so long as she could keep Jeffrey as her pet. The woman was deeply lonely, as you could imagine. Single her whole life. Had no family or friends to speak of, according to her obituary. Well, except for her chimp, of course. She was fascinated by primate intelligence. Inspired by Koko the gorilla, she tried to teach Jeffrey sign language, but had better success teaching him how to type...
"I will grab you, I will rip you, I will eat you."
He was talking about a banana he found in the bowl on the front desk. He'd found Babs's phone. The creepy bitch had saved my number from when I gave it to her so she could call me back while she was having some trouble booking the room. Jeffrey certainly loved his bananas. That was one thing he loved to express in his typing, you know.
I sleep with clothes on now. Always. It's hard to get used to it and I often get hot. Maybe that's another reason I can't sleep. That and the image in my head of the gnarled ebony fingers of Jeffrey's paw clamping firmly into Babs's face as she wails in agony.
Think I'll check the closet one last time tonight...you can never be too careful.
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2020.11.21 05:58 totallyathrowaway457 I Just Got Out of a Toxic Relationship and Need Help Making Sense of it All

Okay. Hi.
I'm going to disclose things in this post that are horrible and immoral. I take full responsibility for my actions and have enrolled myself in therapy and psychiatric treatment. I'm not reaching out with any delusion that I haven't made huge, harmful mistakes; I need help because I'm too close to my own situation to evaluate it. I can't see my "forest" for its trees and I need unbiased parties to hear the truth, the whole truth, and help me make sense of it all. Downvote the hell out of me. Really tell me what a piece of shit I am. But please help me put some labels on all this, nonetheless.
Background: I was miserable in college. Years of parental neglect seemed to catch up with me, suddenly, and in retrospect I was very depressed. I wasn't having any luck connecting with those around me, so I isolated myself and took to the internet. When I was 19, I met a guy 16 years my senior- let's call him "Jack." He initiated our relationship by telling me how perfect I was, and inflating the abuse I was subjected to as a child. He insisted that my family was ultimately evil. Any friends I retained from high school? They were useless. Before I knew it, he was my sole support system, and that's when he flipped script and started telling me that I wasn't pretty, sexual, or domestically skilled enough to keep his attention. It also became increasingly clear that he was an ardent racist. He'd tell me that I needed to be spanked regularly to be "kept in line," and NOT in the kinky, "50 Shades" way. He insisted on hitting me until I was gruesomely bruised, oftentimes with instruments like belts and wooden spoons, and would threaten to dump me if I didn't agree. He told me I'd never find someone else to love and accept me if we did break up, and I believed him.
Whew. Still with me? I then met "Jim" online in a platonic context. He was yet older than Jack (44) and married, but very attractive and wealthy. He was a womanizing problem drinker, but I was interested in learning more about him because he emulated my mother's character. I wanted to know how he rationalized his behavior at first, and then I became sympathetic to him. Maybe two weeks into knowing each other, we had sex. I did not tell Jim that I was in a relationship with Jack. I figured it would be a one-night thing, and that I deserved a reprieve from Jack.
Flash forward a year. Jim ends up divorcing his wife. I break up with Jack. Although I don't come clean to Jim about my two-timing, we start seeing each other regularly. I spend a lot of time at his new apartment. We exchange I-love-you's and gifts on holidays. I'm told that we're exclusive and that elates me. I'm madly in love.
Well, we weren't exclusive. I mysteriously contract chlamydia. Jim admits that he's continued sleeping with countless women since his divorce and throughout the duration of our relationship. When he admits this, I'm devastated. He gets drunk and locks me out of his bedroom, and I cry throughout the night in the guest room, too shaken to drive myself home. In the morning, I confess to my previous situation with Jack.
Jim says that he sensed my dishonesty and, rather than confront me, he decided he'd enjoy my company and continue to have casual sex on the side, because "being exclusive to a liar" would make him incredibly anxious. This all went down during the very beginning of the Covid lockdown. Bizarrely, we stay together. He's the love of my life and I feel like his cheating was all my fault. After all, my hands were very dirty, too. I want so badly to change my ways and make things work.
I hand over all my passwords and he checks my phone regularly. I'm totally okay with it- anything for him. Still, we enter a period where we have a blowout fight (typically, he'll accuse me of having random sexual encounters behind his back, call me a whore, call me a sociopath, assert that our troubles are a result of my character failings) pretty much every week, like clockwork. It always ends with him dumping me. After 6ish months of this, my self esteem is totally fried. I have nightmares about him cheating and every comment seems like a personal attack. I constantly feel like he's on the verge of leaving me because, realistically, he is. Our fights are punctuated by him telling me that the girls he cheated with turned him on more than I do, etc. He destroys two cellphones of mine and throws away all of my makeup. I forgive him later on because he replaces it all. He hits me once. I scream and cry and call him names and make an enormous fool of myself in all my anxious, desperate attempts to avoid being abandoned.
I begin to lie about silly, inconsequential things because I feel like I have to maintain a perfect appearance or else he'll get upset and leave. This exacerbated our issue of trust. Three weeks ago, he dumped me for what I presume to be the last time on the grounds that he'll just never be able to trust me again, and he doesn't want to lead me on.
I know this sounds very incriminating for Jim but hear me out: I was a crazy, jealous bitch. Towards the end, I started initiating our screaming matches and accusing him of things too. I'd shove him. When I found nude pictures on his phone, I broke a huge bottle of vodka on his floor. In my mind, I feel like we're even. Is that crazy? Is there any amount of screaming and bitchiness that warrants his behavior? What is wrong with me?
How in the world did I, a goody-two-shoes, find myself in a situation where I was cheating on and cheating with? Are we both just evil people?
I am so disoriented. I want him back, I'm still completely clouded by love. I need to be shaken. I need help making sense of this.
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