Obligatory long time lurker first time poster disclaimer..also on mobile instead of Browser so I’m sorry for the formatting.
To start I met my partner (30m) two years ago, we’ve lived together for one. He has two children from previous relationships, (12m &3m) and I knew that from the beginning. We waited till we were together for a year before my partner introduced his eldest and I. Now I’m not the first girlfriend my partner has introduced him to the last one is his younger brothers mother but things ended very badly between her and my partner so the separation was very quick. I made it very clear to my partner and to both moms that I had no intention of taking ones place or trying to play step mommy. But was around to pick up the baby whenever I was needed and helped out with childcare here and there. When his eldest and I first met things were weird obviously I was asked a lot of questions but one that stuck out the most was him asking if I really loved his dad and if I would leave him the way the last one did. Broke my heart. Since then we’ve had a pretty good relationship as far as I knew. To the point where I take him to school on the Monday’s that we had him for the weekend prior, when his dad works nights I let him stay up to watch movies with me or play video games. His dad and I both embrace his hobbies be it sports or legos or anything else he’s asked us for. We’re are constantly looking for things to do on our weekends because it’s something different from his everyday routine. As per the discussions I’ve heard from his mom to my partner and how she speaks to her son and a few other things his home life is very…broken. Coming from his acting out in school to him being distructive and bullying he’s going through alot right now. From what he’s said and asked us over the last year is questions about what would change if he came to live with us, or what happens if he wants to live with us. I come from a separated family, had to go through my own court case with my mom and birth father because after 15 years he decided he wanted to try to take me from my mom. So I have a little insight on how this process works. When he’s asked me on those drives to school(just me and him) I’ve answered as honestly but neutrally as possible. Yes, I’ve told him that he’s getting to that age that if he wanted to he could make the choice and it would be taken into consideration at court. He’s not at that age yet so when he asked if he should tell his mom I said ‘no maybe not yet because right now we can’t do anything but if that’s something you want then you need to talk to your dad.’ At the end of every answer or piece of advice I give him I aways end with ‘this is something you should ask your dad about’ There in lies the core of our problem. This happens two weeks ago and this weekend when we went to go pick him up we were told that we would not be seeing him and that I was a disgusting person for trying to take her son away..somewhere in our conversation he got it in his head that I told him to create an escape plan and that he shouldn’t tell his mom till that day actually happens. According to the foul text I received from her (she’s only two years older than me please keep that in mind (she’s also a teen mom who cheated in both marriages and alienated my partner from his son for 11 years while cycling men in and out of the house the entire time) I am a childish disgusting mentally Ill psycho who needs help. He told his dad that he felt uncomfortable around me and refused to come with us if I was there. (It’s my apartment) after all the late night Friday’s doing homework after games, early morning Saturdays at games, washing dishes they all leave on the couch when their done, washing all their clothes even at the last minute, driving across town and from the house and school to take lost back packs and forgotten shoes…every home made dinner he exclaimed that he loved that I made for him because his mom only knows how to cook eggs (he said this) At the end of all this he doesn’t want to be around me because I’ve made him uncomfortable. He ended up going to his cousins where he’s allowed to stay up all day and night eat junk food and play video games. Things we don’t do here cause she’s had him grounded from all tech for over two months and we don’t eat junk food and have a 10 o’clock bedtime. My partner thinks this is his way of getting out of coming with us to go and be with his cousin instead but I don’t know I’m getting attacked from all angles, his mom, him, her family and I don’t like the way this feels. Would I be wrong for only doing the bare minimum and no longer answering his questions or call him pet names like I do to his brother and father because his mom called me a disgusting person for trying to steal her son?

^{Hey strangers,
I’m aware this isn’t an incredibly common situation but I know we’ve all got our own fucked up home lives/families.}
I was just hoping to find some kind of advice or whatever support can be thrown my ways.

So, I was adopted at birth because my bio mother was using while I was in the womb and it was either adoption or foster care.

I’ve met my bio(logical) mother a couple of times but from what I’ve heard my bio father was having an affair and disappeared so I’ve never had the chance to meet him.
I’m told my artistic and other interesting traits would have come from him and I find myself moving onto the next stage in my life;
(i dropped out of high school this year - hoping to work full time and possibly continue my education next year at a music college).
It’s not that I would like him to be a part of my life (I do not want that, not yet at least), I have a complete family that is bound stronger than blood, but I would like to meet the second half of my genetics?
I don’t know what I want to get out of meeting him and I’m just toying with the idea of doing so, but I think even if I got to see the man let alone talk to and understand him I would gain some kind of closure, because I feel like there’s just a piece missing in my understanding of my upbringing.
I believe nurture over nature every day of the week but I’m sure anybody else who is missing or had missed not having parental/birth figure, but a specific person to be that figure, will understand the feeling of missing out on something I don’t have. It’s a confusing feeling and I don’t know how to treat it.
Even if I managed to get ahold of one of his handles how would I go about asking to meet him? Or even introduce myself?
Would he want to talk to me?
Does he even know I exist? irdk.
TLDR; adopted at birth, met bio mother but bio father has never even been mentioned and now i’m questioning the mystery man.
I probably only figured out I have a father because I understand basic biology.
^{If anybody has been through something similar and is comfortable sharing anything about their experience I would deeply appreciate your support ❤️.}

^{Hey strangers,
I’m aware this isn’t an incredibly common situation but I know we’ve all got our own fucked up home lives/families.}
I was just hoping to find some kind of advice or whatever support can be thrown my ways.

So, I was adopted at birth because my bio mother was using while I was in the womb and it was either adoption or foster care.

I’ve met my bio(logical) mother a couple of times but from what I’ve heard my bio father was having an affair and disappeared so I’ve never had the chance to meet him.
I’m told my artistic and other interesting traits would have come from him and I find myself moving onto the next stage in my life;
(i dropped out of high school this year - hoping to work full time and possibly continue my education next year at a music college).
It’s not that I would like him to be a part of my life (I do not want that, not yet at least), I have a complete family that is bound stronger than blood, but I would like to meet the second half of my genetics?
I don’t know what I want to get out of meeting him and I’m just toying with the idea of doing so, but I think even if I got to see the man let alone talk to and understand him I would gain some kind of closure, because I feel like there’s just a piece missing in my understanding of my upbringing.
I believe nurture over nature every day of the week but I’m sure anybody else who is missing or had missed not having parental/birth figure, but a specific person to be that figure, will understand the feeling of missing out on something I don’t have. It’s a confusing feeling and I don’t know how to treat it.
Even if I managed to get ahold of one of his handles how would I go about asking to meet him? Or even introduce myself?
Would he want to talk to me?
Does he even know I exist? irdk.
TLDR; adopted at birth, met bio mother but bio father has never even been mentioned and now i’m questioning the mystery man.
I probably only figured out I have a father because I understand basic biology.
^{If anybody has been through something similar and is comfortable sharing anything about their experience I would deeply appreciate your support ❤️.}

Might want to sit down with a brew for this one because this turned into an essay i'm sorry.
I've seen so many people especially after season two just downright hating Eloise for not wanting to accept the misogynistic society that she lives in so i'm giving my input because I can.
A lot of people mention that she's overly privileged and that her feminism isn't intersectional, Bridgerton season one takes place in 1813, women weren't allowed to vote until 1918, 105 years later and only over the age of 30. I do agree that modern feminism should be intersectional, but when women's rights weren't even a thought to seemingly anyone in the show other than Eloise, i'm not suprised her feminism is basic and selfish.
In season 2, two moments that stuck out to me were the birthing scene where Anthony who couldn't have been more than 20-25 has to choose between his dying mother who is bleeding out but physically begging for her life, or his siblings, his mother's choice is overruled by the fact that she has a son, and his choice determines whether she gets to live or is forced to die whether she wants that or not.
The other moment is when they give Anthony Eloise's trauma, whilst i'm not disputing Anthony had trauma from being the eldest boy and his father dying, Eloise was the one who actually watched him die, that trauma made her who she is in a way and they took her pain and gave it to Anthony to further his character arc instead of hers when the time comes, unless they do a retcon she never gets that character defining moment back, which you can say that her trauma does not define her but then why did the writers give that trauma to Anthony if it affects nothing.
Let's talk about the trauma they did give Eloise, her birth trauma, something I don't remember if they touched on in the books but they did in the show. Eloise has had 2 scenes to do with hearing her mother almost dying from birthing her siblings, we see it in season 2 and in season 1 she refences it because she is terrified that she's going to lose her older sister to giving birth, it scares her, it makes her panic and yet it's treated as if Eloise is just being silly or naive, she has nowhere to put these feelings because nobody validates them, she is scared of childbirth and yet her mother fails to explain sex and actively stops her brothers from telling her (even if they weren't being very good teachers) because it's deemed she's too young except that year was supposed to be her season aswell, she just deferred, so she would be allowed to look for a husband but not know how to 'produce heirs'.
There's a lot of amazing things about the Bridgertons but their waving off of Eloise everytime she mentions maybe not treating women like objects they act like she's a problem, they like her rebellious attitude until she actually may have a point then they refuse to look at themselves in the mirror Eloise is holding up because that would be too much trouble.
Anyway my point is, yes women should be able to sew without being ridiculed, they should be able get married and have babies and not be labelled sheep but equally they should be allowed to wear a pair of trousers, be allowed to meet with a boy without risking their families reputation, but they can't and the misogyny in the fandom because Eloise regects that 'traditional' aspect of life and talks down about it because nobody else will, nobody else has mentioned that these women in Bridgerton are just calves trussed up for auction, they don't get any real choice and yes the Bridgerton women get more choice than others but when your mother is screaming that she wants to live and your brother is the one getting to make that decision, wouldn't you be angry too whatever your station was.
Also loads of people are going to comment that it's just a rom-com show but it's not, if people can make comments about Eloise's feminism not being good enough then I can make a post like this.

The Autumn winds blew in from the north sending a chill down Galry's spine as he strode towards the river. After sitting vigil all evening at the feet of the Warrior, stretching his limbs was a welcome release.
Years of working for Ser Arys had lead to this moment. He had saved money and scrounged used armour. Galry fixed what he could, paid blacksmiths to repair what he could not. It took him years but he now had his own set of armour. It had been a fortnight ago that Ser Arys presented him with a Longsword of his own and told him it was time for him to take his vows.
Galry kneeled by the banks of the Tumblestone. The cloying scent of the holy oils, imparted by the septon, mixed with the leafy smell of the algae from the river. The ceremony progressed, with the call and response, the placing of Ser Arys blade on his shoulders, and finaly Ser Arys announced Galry as a knight. "Ser Galry of Tumblestone", the words echoed across the river and it rumbled without change, showing no recognition that its name had been stolen.
Galry was not born in a castle, or even a hold fast. He had been born to a seamstress from a town he never knew the name of. His mother always claimed that he was the baseboard child of some landed knight, but Galry had never found anyone who knew the name of the knight or had even heard of his house. That hadn't stopped Galry from becoming squire to Ser Arys, nearly 15 years previous, in hopes of finding his father on the road. What he had found instead was a love for tourney and adventure.
Ser Galry of Tumblestone is a 23 year old knight from the Riverlands. Bastard born he has been squire to Ser Arys since he was 8. Seeing great potential in the boy Ser Arys took him from his mother for only a few copper and a new cooking knife. The boy is now a man grown and is ready to take on the lists himself and take on a new chapter of his life in the hedges.

So my husband has been relapsing on research chemical benzos around our 9 month old child…i am in recovery myself. We are both on methadone. I just cannot handle this uncertainty of not knowing if he is going to get high and trigger past memories. I just want to give up, tbh. It seems as if he either does not care or does not realize that he is eating at me, little by little. I have our infant to worry about. we live with his parents(Horror major enablers) and I admit. I called the paramedics on him because he was whacked out of his mind on research chemicals. I just did not want anyone to get hurt. Including himself. well, his parents did not like that. and they gave me shit for it. they would rather laugh at him. And make fun of him. and fucking tie him to a chair. my child and I have been living in hotels because I believe I’m not welcome back at the house for calling the paramedics on him. they are pissed off at me because I guess he had a warrant. And the cops came. his parents are pieces of shit. his father is a registered sex offender. Which freaks me out. Because of our child. Nobody lands on that list by chance or accident. anyways. It was seeming like they were trying everything in their power to block me from getting a job For whatever strange reason. They refuse to give me rides(they could at least offer) then, I told him I got fired. Just to see what they would say. oh his mother sent me or the text message saying “sorry” … I had to take a temporary leave of absence to watch our baby. The biggest kicker about it is they totally ignore our child. they were walk past her. like. I expect his father to do it, but not his mother. A.k.a. her grandmother. She is literally their only grandchild. I just am freaking the fuck out. I don’t know what I’m doing anymore. Or what to even do for that matter. I have no clue what I’m doing.
So. Am I in the wrong for calling the paramedics? I told them I wanted an ambulance. And they sent the police there. his mother lied to me and said he went to jail When I just called the hospital and they told me that he was there.

Maybe I have baby fever…but the idea of getting pregnant by my SD fills a motherly instinct in me. I am 19, and my family has had a history of having babies young..from ages 17-20. I’ve always wanted to be a young mom. As long as I’m financially secure/provided for, I am ready to have a baby anytime.
I also am developing small feels for him. He is significantly older than me(25+ age gap) He has a son of his own that is under 10, and multiple more sons that are grown adults. I know this doesn’t sound like an ideal situation. But if this was fantasy, I’d love to have his kid.
He’s a good father, and he has great genetics…attractive, 6’4, single, good body shape, pretty good health..
We even do things like go on date nights…go to the beach at night and listen to the waves…spending quality time with each-other.
honestly, we both dislike the title SB/SD because we feel our dynamic isn’t necessarily just money and sex
We’ve only been in a SR for about 4 months now..
Since the beginning of our SR, he’s mentioned that he is still paying to keep his sperm frozen just incase..(has vasectomy) I would have never thought of having a baby with him if he would have never told me that.
This sounds so crazy typing this..and honestly I think this may be one of those things you keep to yourself rather than post. But it’s just a feeling and thought I keep thinking about.
I’ve always wanted to date older men…so regardless if I’m in the bowl or not I believe the father of my kid would be an older man.

I found out a man Id been seeing for over a year is married. Told me he's separated "done and dusted" was the phrase. Doesn't take me long to find people online. Not gonna say how I found out, cos F*** him and I don't want him to know but it was an easy Internet search. Turns out he's done it loads even when she was pregnant with their first baby. His wife is a stupid c***. She said she was told by other women it was just sex, but for us... he met some of my family, we had nights out, I had things in his flat like toothbrush, exorcise hour conditioner, bath robe. He'd put my favourite wine and snacks in his home fridge for me for after work for movie time. He's probably told her since I told her that it was just sex, but it wasn't. He invested time in me. I'm completely done so the time now seems like the biggest con, and I hope he jumps off a balcony. His sons don't need a mother who constantly allows a man to cheat on her, and they also don't deserve a father who disrespectfully cheats on their mother time and time again.

So I haven’t wrote or talked about anything since two weeks ago but I’m here and I want to write about my experiences. I can feel myself slipping away from prayer, I always miss because of the silliest of reasons and I know Allah swt looking down in shame right now but I still don’t know why I don’t do anything. But I am grateful to my lord (Allah swt) who has given me the best experiences in my life in the past 3-4 weeks. I’ve made new friends and have gotten quite close to some old ones. Hadia and I have developed something more than the kind of friendship we had previously, it feels like a true friendship, someone who is there for me and someone who I can be there for. We don’t want to have relationships or anything like that because that’s not really the way either of us want to roll but we have developed something of a brother-sister relationship, a bond that I cherish a lot. I don’t think I’ve been this close to anyone in a while, especially considering the fact this is my first friend (who isn’t related to me) since Kazim that I’ve become close to. Because of this, Hadia has Introduced me to some new people. Maha was someone I already knew but I only hung out with her once but she is a very nice girl, hilarious, and is basically an aunty. She might be a little wild and stuff but she’s also very genuine and kind. Someone new that I’ve become good friends with is Tehreem, she is really cool. It’s like, we have everything in common. She likes Spider-Man, I like Spider-Man. Her and I are both weebs and love Attack on Titan, we both love Eren. She even worked at CVS, like it was scary how much we had in common. I’m very happy that I’ve become friends with her because now I have someone who has similar interests as me. Raheem is someone I met at Umrah but I hadn’t hung out with him until I went to Six Flags. He’s pretty funny but I don’t take him too seriously. He’s a goofball but he’s a good guy too. He’s also a hooper, it’s pretty cool. I also met Maha’s little sister Yumna, she’s 14 but she’s a little baby. I’m not really sure why Dua hates her because she’s very adorable. I also recently met a new girl named Hamail. I heard of her before but then I found out she’s a girl from London Terrace. She’s pretty nice, we both are pretty similar in the spiritual stand point, she takes good care of her soul, as do I. She combines her spirituality with Islam and it reminds me of myself. She’s nice, I didn’t realize we had so many mutual friends to be honest. When I hung out with Hadia in the beginning of May, I had a lot of fun because we just talked for hours and ate food. It might’ve sucked because everything was closed but I enjoyed hanging out with her. Then we went to Six Flags with Maha, Tehreem, and Raheem. That was a lot of fun actually, I really enjoyed that day because me, Hadia and Maha just hung out for the rest of the night talking about life. Then when they came back from Puerto Rico, we went to iPlay America and had a ton of fun with Hamail and Yumna, but Raheem couldn’t come for some reason. Laser tag was fun and go karts too. I also ate good sushi for the first time, that was fun. I don’t think I’ve had this much of an experience with friends honestly, I love all of them so much. I wish that our friendships last until we die and transcend onto our future generations. Alhamdulillah!

I just got back from my father-in-law's birthday, and my partner was talking to me about a person who said things to her without me knowing, and she told me that she was disgusted because that person knew that she liked him (this was in March of this year) and she told me that she would not tell me who she is but I kept saying her name, she told me that it was someone close to me and that she would be the least expected person she would say, and then she told me that a war would break out, but So he told me "it's better that I tell you directly, because it really disgusted me and even so, knowing that I liked you before we were dating, he insisted on telling me and doing that to me" and it was my cousin who is in the same school as her, I really couldn't believe it but I don't know, right now I have too many thoughts in my head and emotions for having heard that but I guess life gives very unexpected blows. Thank you for reading

Ooooo weeeee. Tell me why my husband's ex wife just now at 830pm sent a messags saying their SIX YEAR OLD wants to tell him happy birthday? I have NO issuse with my bonus daughter. That baby girl isn't my step anything. She my world just like my other two girls. So it's not about the daughter wanting to call. It's the fact that the mom is saying his daughter remembers to call and say happy birthday. When she leaves a voice-mail baby girl is sad and you hear mom telling her why she is even calling in the first place. His ex never responds to any other text messages about his daughter or anything else but now she wants to do this. Tell him, nobody but her father can pick her up (not in parenting plan) our lawyer said third party pick up is okay. Saying his daughter may open up quick to people but that's not how she really is. They have 50 50 custody joint and legal. Father never can suggest anything and the mom will say no. What can we message back to shut this shit down?

I(29f) met this guy(32m) on hinge & we was talking for about a week. He lived an hour away from me so we were trying to plan our first date. We spent a lot of time talking on the phone, had some FaceTime dates & I was really feeling him. He was handsome & fit with a good job and no kids, that was rare enough as is.
Eventually he asks me to go to this botanical garden to look at Christmas lights at night, which was another hour from me but two hours away from him. When he showed up to pick me up. He had two babies in the car. He tells me he lied to me & that he is a father. I got so mad. But I felt obligated to proceed with the date since he had just driven an hour out to see me with these kids.
So we go the whole extra hour out, I’m still mad so I’m not talking much. The babies are f(6) & m(4). We get there & when everyone got out of the car I noticed his daughter wasn’t dressed at all for this occasion. It was cold that night & he had her in a t-shirt & biker shorts with mismatched socks on & mismatched ballerina slippers & her curly mixed-girl hair was not done at all it looked like she rolled out of bed & he just brought her out there. I was like wtf. I felt embarrassed because I know ppl would look at us thinking I’m her mother & wonder how tf I have her out here looking a hot mess like that, while I’m looking cute, rocking Gucci but this child doesn’t even have a jacket.
So we go into the garden and his kids start throwing the biggest tantrums over normal basic child care. “We’re hungry dad we haven’t eaten in hours” “we’re thirsty” “I’m cold” I was like wtf. He didn’t have any supplies for them for this two hour road trip he brought them on.
And the whole time they’re suffering he wants to be all up on me & ignoring them. I also noticed when he was close to me he reeked of tequila. Now they’re yelling “I hate u dad” & telling me they don’t like me. I’m sitting there like look I’m with y’all I’m starting to hate y’all daddy too. That place had no food for them, nowhere to buy drinks, no little store to buy them jackets. I was like look I’m ready to go.
So we’re leaving it’s late like 10pm. We drive off and pass all this city driving for like 20 mins, didn’t stop once to feed these kids. oh and he can’t drive he’s swerving all over the road most likely drunk & he runs out of gas. On a bridge.
I just couldn’t believe it I thought running out of gas was something u did when you’re between 16-19 years old. We sat there, kids whining, him throwing an anger fit at himself me texting my sister to come get me…we sat there for 45 mins and eventually a nice person stopped and gave him some gas.
We drive to the nearest gas station the kids are asleep I run into the gas station because I also hungry and buy me some snacks while I think he’s filling up the car. The line was long and I was probably in the store for 10 minutes. When I came out he was standing by the pump & got mad when he saw me I said what’s wrong and he began walking into the store & said “I need to pay for gas” so I was like wtf did he expect me to fill his tank?
He pays gets gas we go on our way he’s swerving like crazy now. We get to my house at like midnight & he’s saying his phone is dead. I didn’t give a fuck but I felt bad for them kids so I said okay y’all can come in to use a charger. This man came inside & fell straight to sleep on the couch. I had to put his kids back to sleep in my guest room. I went into my room & stayed up just because I didn’t want him in my house.
Once 6am hit I woke his ass up and told him to go. Those poor kids were still trying to eat they were asking me if I had cereal. I gave them some granola bars and said bye.
Best believe he got blocked the second that door shut.

My friend is studying to become a nurse and occasionally she sends me some pretty interesting video links from her classes, most of the time I enjoy them…this time I did not.
She shared multiple different videos of women who volunteered to have their births recorded for educational purposes. I honestly should have stopped watching after the first one but morbid curiosity stoped me. I think I heard my vagina whisper to me “thank you for being child free” at one point when one of the women experienced a 4th degree perineal tear and then prolapsed all her organs out.
I genuinely can’t believe that people say that this is beautiful and perfect and magical, it’s horrifying, I can’t get those poor women’s pained expressions out of my head now. Only one of the videos was chill, lady got her epidural, couldn’t feel a thing, and the baby was born in less than 5 pushes with no complications…but those other women…I’m scarred for life and I wasn’t even there.

…and I’m the only one to ever initiate. The three times we have had sex were amazing and he expressed his regret for not having sex more regularly. He’s an amazing father (his life goal since his dad bounced on him before he could walk) and he shows me and his daughter love on so many ways! We are both so tired with the daily life go rounds of work, baby and house care that I understand his excuse of being “too tired” but at the same time I’m not too tired for a quick round!! I’m ready to go whenever he wants! I have tried everything I can think of to peek his interest but nothing is working. I don’t know what to do. How do we get the spark back? Maybe I’m being too eager, but that’s a big part of who I am and a big part of our initial attraction. Is it a normal dip in libido at his age? Does he only see me as a mom now? Is it a health issue? Is he dying?! Why does my head go to all the places and how can I get him to open up to me about it without emasculating him? Thank you in advance 🤗

Discord Username: RW#4211
Character Name and House: Rodrik Blackwood (pinging Lirabear for confirmation)
Age: 38
Appearance: Ser Rodrik Blackwood is a hulking, bulging, beastly man. He is near 7 feet tall and embedded in his skull are cold and beady black eyes. Rodrik's scared visage frames a permanent scowl and a hooked nose. His looks and imposing stature make the Brute of Blackwood an intimidating foe.
Gift: Monstrous
Skills: Swords, Knightly
Talent(s): Hunting, Tracking, Interrogation
Starting Title(s): The Brute of Blackwood
Starting Location: At the feast, along with the rest of the Blackwood party.

TIMELINE

169 - Rodrik Blackwood is born, the final child of Lord Hoster and Lady Zia. Already a risky pregnancy for the aging Zia, Rodrik is a hulking and screeching baby. As he enters the world, tearing and clawing for freedom, his poor mother succumbs to a loss of blood from the procedure.
174 - Huge for his age, Rodrik bullies other children, ignoring rules and taking as he likes. His father neglects punishment for the boy in lieu of his own sadness at losing his wife. His only friend is his sister Bethany.
176 - Rodrik finally stops breastfeeding from his wetnurse
177 - Growing into a spoiled and impudent young boy, Rodrik easily bests boys of his age through his physical strength in lessons of martial skill. Neglectful of other lessons, Rodrik boasts and brags.
179 - in his lessons, Rodrik takes pride in knowing he is of the stock of the first men... perhaps the only part of lessons he takes seriously. He adheres to the old gods.
180 - Rodrik throws a kitten into the bakers oven. His sister is furious and slaps the boy, leaving a lasting impression.
182 - Rodrik is developing into an impressive fighter, but is known to disregard technique in favour of brute strength. When offered constructive criticism, he flies into fits of anger. The boy is already hefty and extremely tall for his age - in an already tall family.
184 - Refusing to attend the wedding of his sister, Rodrik instead remains at Raventree hall, causing trouble. Rodrik has grown into a huge young man, strong as an ox and with the temper of a lion.
186 - Rodrik rides to war, at the side of his brother Samwell. In the fighting, Rodrik callously charges enemy lines upon his mighty warhorse without any assistance, and Sam rides to save him. In the ensuing melee, Sam is killed, but Rodriks slaughters his foes, taking many wounds in the process. Offered a knighthood for his bravery, Rodrik refuses, as he still follows the old gods. He fights in many battles, his presence striking fear into the enemy at his great size and bulk. His grasp of tactics however, is severely lacking.
187 - Rodrik returns home from the war. Jealous of king Maelors marriage to Bethany, he refuses to attend the ceremony. He is wed to Serra Vance. It is a loveless marriage, with Rodrik secretly pining after his sister from afar.
187 - Rodrik returns home from the war. Jealous of king Maelors marriage to Bethany, he refuses to attend the ceremony. In an attempt to keep Rodrik from siring more bastards, he is wed to Serra Vance. It is a loveless marriage, with Rodrik secretly pining after his sister from afar.
191 - His brutality with the smallfolk and extortion of the poor earn him the moniker 'The Brute of Blackwood'
193-197 - Rodrik begins tutoring his nephews Tytos and Brynden in the ways of the sword. His style is at odds with his brother Roose. Rodrik pushes the two into a style of extremely agressive swordsmanship, while Roose teaches them proper fighting technique. Through the balance of teachings, the two become expert fighters. Rodrik and Roose, though very different men, develop a strange brotherly bond. His two nephews aswell, develop a twisted bond with their villainous uncle, who endulges them in any vices.
198 - Rodrik impregnates his wife, this time delivering a healthy baby, who he names after himself. The baby is as big as he is, and it takes a heavy toll on his wife. Rodrik is now content with his legacy. He also attends the wedding of Tytos, giving for a large sum of gold and trinkets that he extorted from smallfolk.
201 - Little Rodrik drowns in a freak accident while playing near the river. Rodrik hangs the nurse who was supposed to be minding him, and the already quick tempered man becomes truly and deeply violent.
202 - Rodrik accompanied his brother Roose, as well as his nephew Tytos on a hunt for brigands. At Pennytree ford, the small party was ambushed by a much larger Bracken force. Tytos was killed, and the Blackwood party narrowly escaped with their lives. Benjicot Blackwood places a bounty on the head of Raymund Bracken and his associates. Rodrik swears revenge.
204- Upon receiving word of Queen Bethany's death, Rodrik has a brutal tantrum that lasts a fortnight. At the end of his period of mourning, his own wife Serra passes under mysterious circumstances.
205 - Rodrik is an accomplice in the murder of Harry Bracken. Fleeing home to Raventree, Rodrik prepares for war, elated at the concept of spilling Bracken blood.
206 - Rodrik is remarried, this time to Alyssa Vypren.

I (40 M) have been with my wife A (28F) for 10 years, and we have two kids E (10M) and P (5F). I'm also bisexual and in my youth I dated H (now 70M) and a guy whose initial is also A (~3000? M), so we'll call him G for god. Anyway, I fell deathly ill, so I called up my ex G because medicine is one of his domains. He told me that the fates have marked me for death, and the only way to heal my illness is to have someone die in my place.
Now, my father (80M) is frail and in poor health. He will probably die within the next year even if he didn't agree to die in my place. But when I asked him, he said that now that I'm an adult, he didn't owe me anything, because no adult owes any other adult anything. I couldn't argue with that logic, so I started writing my will, but then I felt myself getting better. Apparently, while I had been arguing with my father, my wife A had agreed to die in my place.
Now I'm so miserable, I wish I was dead. To make matters worse, my other ex boyfriend H has come over and I have to pretend like nothing happened in order to be a good host to him. Behind closed doors, I found myself snapping at my dad, saying that he essentially killed my wife by refusing to die for me. He said that I was a disrespectful son by asking that of him, and that I killed my own wife by seeking to escape death in the first place. So I must ask you...Am I the Admetus?
Update: H heard my father and I arguing and now he says he's going to go beat up death to bring my wife back.

Hello! I've been in Canada for around 10y but never had to deal with "having a baby" situation ! Me and the wife are trying to have a baby, am curious about what's the usual things to be aware ? Like, should we look for a midwife ? I've heard that it's easier to get a family doctor ? I heard that Eagle Ridge hospital isn't in a good place, should I try to find someone to help us in New West ? What kind of exams happen / should we be looking for ? BC Children Hospital is a bit far.. for emergency of kids can we go anywhere ?
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Sorry for all the questions haha, lots to learn ! Please share how was your experience !