Volvo truck repair near me

Doing repairs around the house and this one’s been bugging me.
For context, I’ve got a ton of tools and not afraid to use them but I don’t have any experience in these types of repairs.
What would you recommend here and what should I look out for when attempting this repair?
Love you all and appreciate the help <3

2016 Ford F150 Sport 3.5L V6 Ecoboost: So I’ve used my pickup for my small business for the last two years and I’ve really racked up the miles. It’s currently at 220K. I’ve made the decision to shut down my business and as soon as I posted on social media that I was shutting down my truck died 2.5 hours away from home. Check engine codes are P0014 and P0430. I had it towed to a local repair shop and they discovered that the oil was SLUDGE (I’ve had regular oil changes via Ford service) and recommended that we do a flush and replace the spark plugs and ignition coils and hopefully that would get her back up and running. Well no luck. They are suggesting that I replace the engine which I can’t afford or we try replacing a damaged turbo and all the timing components. I need some advice on whether I should attempt this as it’s an additional $2k and it still might fix the issues. What do I do?

///11th of June, 2006 “Dad, the moon!” I shouted as I entered the garage. My father was on the floor, under his Bugatti 57SC Atlantic, obsessively removing and re-installing pieces of the car like he always did. He quickly got up, a smile on his grease-stained face. “Finally!” He said with his beer-breath, grabbing a towel and cleaning most of his face, before running outside as fast as he could. I followed him. I don’t know why I always liked these moments. Any child would find them terribly boring. But I always reveled on them. Maybe it’s because they were the only moments he smiled. He positioned his telescope on our front yard, adjusted the lens, drank a beer can and started looking at the full moon above us. “Do you see it?” I asked, sitting on the grass next to him. “Shut up.” He said, still looking. After half an hour of waiting, he started laughing. I opened my mouth to ask if he was seeing it, but I held my voice. Didn’t want to anger him. “It’s blinking! It’s blinking Johnathan!” He laughed. I smiled. That wasn’t my name, though he called me that. Only several years later I would learn that was the name of his deceased younger brother. Every full moon, we would come look at it with the telescope. And he’d always call me Johnathan. Probably because he was always so drunk. But from always avoiding me or calling me “Brat”, Johnathan was a nice shift. “Can I see?” I asked, and he lowered the tripod so I could see the moon. There was a small light blinking on it’s surface. It was truly beautiful. “Fine, my turn again.” My father shoved me back, adjusted the tripod back, and started looking at it again. “It’s blinking so much tonight… Maybe… Brat, get my camera!” He shouted at me. I quickly went inside the house, and looked around for the camera in the living room. There it was, on a little pile of beer cans and empty rythmol boxes in the corner of the room. I hurried back outside, as fast as I could, as I did not want to anger my father. I stopped on my tracks as soon as I was out of the house. There was a strange being involving my father. It looked like a snake, but I knew it was anything but a snake. There were not snakes that big where I lived. And certainly not with human faces. My father seemed oblivious to it, looking through his telescope, but the thing was all around him, from the bottom of his legs all the way to the top of his head. “It’s blinking so much…” He said, in awe. The creature looked at me, locking eyes with me, and smiled, revealing several sets of sharp fangs. And then, it disappeared. My father looked at me, he was sweating. “I think… I need to lay down for a bit…” He muttered, before falling on the grass. I spent the entire night trying to wake him up, before my mother found me there crying the following day. ///09th of November 2021 “And that’s why you decided to study astronomy? Really?” Melissa laughed. “Oh, come on, babe… Don’t make fun of my tragic past.” I said, finishing my waffles. She went to the fridges, grabbed the orange juice, and poured some in our cups. “Shall we toast?” She asked. “With orange juice? And what for?” “Your impending graduation. What else?” “Impending? Ha! I didn’t even start my capstone thesis.” “So, what will it be about? Venus, right? Or was it Mars?” “Nope. Too many people I know will already be working on planets like Venus and Mars. I thought about Neptune, but it’s too far away. So I figured, why not the Moon?” “Please, don’t tell me this is about your father.” “Mel, he wasn’t the best dad in the world. But he did left me his collection of vintage cars. This is what paid for my education.” “He didn’t left it to you, it was divided between you and your mother.” “Regardless, I feel like I owe him this. Apart from the cars, the moon was the only thing he loved.” “You owe him nothing, Ezra.” “I need to know what the blinking lights are! Lunar transient phenomena, it’s how they call them. There’s no scientific explanation to what they are.” “Just because there’s no known scientific explanation, it doesn’t mean one does not exist. And if there’s one, it’s certainly not creepy snake-man” She laughed. ///04th of September, 2022 The first thing you feel when you start seriously investigating the moon is how mysterious it is. We only went there a handful of times, and then never again. All reasons are given for this, but it never really felt right to me. Maybe what happened to my father always made me feel paranoid about the subject, but I somehow felt there were things about the moon that were hiding on plain sight. The focus of my research, the lunar transient phenomena, is incredibly unknown. Few studies were done about it, and most of them were never published or were abandoned. The few that were made available were either from little-known universities in third-world countries, in languages that I couldn’t understand and without English translation, or mere compilations of recorded occurrences. I found some theories. The lights were caused by magnetism, or by gasses, or by asteroids, perspective… But mere hypothesis were not enough for me. I needed to know. I needed to understand. I needed… I needed to confirm it weren’t those lights who killed my father that day. So, I delved deep into the research. I spent weeks in my bedroom, reading books and more books, entering all sorts of websites, sending emails to experts, looking for anything that could give me more information. But through all my effort, the only thing I could find were theories or hypothesis, all of them with little to no evidence. In my search for answers, I started straying further away from modern science, entering strange websites and reading books that talked about blatant pseudoscience, like astrology or the paranormal. ///17th of February, 2022 “So, what books will you be basing your capstone on?” My orienting professor asked. I could not see his face properly, we were talking through a videocall and he was not very tech savvy, so his eyes and nose were out of the frame. “Chris, I can only see your mouth!” I laughed. “Sorry…” He said, adjusting his camera. The framing was not perfect yet, but it was better. "Have you read the books I sent you?" "They... They were not what I was looking for." "What were you looking for, Ezra?" "I told you. Answers. I have been looking for answers, yet I only find questions." "We will only be able to find real answers when we actually set a lab on the moon. Until then, we will have to live with merely hypothesizing." "I know, but..." "Have you tried reading Kulikovsky?Or Hakan Kayal? Non-american studies in general." "Yes, professor Chris. But... All studies seem to contradict themselves. Some point to studies that I can’t find anywhere, like they don’t exist anymore. Like they were erased by someone…” “Some texts were never made digital or registered. It’s very unfortunate.” “Everyone tries to find a logical explanation... What if there isn't one?" "What is this truly about?" "What?" "It's just... You do know you can change your capstone thesis theme, right? Maybe an analysis of something more well-known could work better with your methodology." "Chris, I will not change my mind. We have discussed this before." "Well, well... I talked to one of my former colleagues, he is retired now, who also studied the moon, but his research was more focused on gravity. He told me there's a book called "A Study of the Moon with a New Lens" or something like that. Written by one Dr. Karl Hollfern in 1935." "That is way before LTP was even catalogued." "Catalogued, yes. Recorded? No. Hollfern studied extensevely the lunar mysteries. Unfortunately, he was executed by the Nazis because he opposed them. But his research lived on. My friend told me they have one of his books in the library. But it's in German." ///18th of February, 2022 I entered the library carrying a bag full of German grammar books and a dictionary. I would not let a little language barrier stop me from getting to the truth. “Hello, how can I help you?” The librarian asked, barely averting her eyes from her cellphone. “I’m actually looking for a book that could either be in the astronomy section or in the foreign titles section… Can you help me?” “Which book?” She was still looking at her phone, seemingly playing one of those generic casual mobile games. “It’s in German. Old, from the 1930s. Talks about studies of the moon made at the time.” “Unusual request, but ok…” She put her phone on the counter, and started typing on the computer. “Can’t find it. Do you have the author’s name?” “Karl Hollfern.” “Uncanny. It’s unlisted.” “What?” “We have it in the library, but it’s not available. We usually do this when books are being cleaned. Usually takes a couple of days… It says it won’t be listed until… Until 2100? “What? How does this makes sense?” “I don’t know. I’ve been working here for sixteen years, and have never seen something like this. Regardless, I can’t lend you the book. I can’t even let you access it in library grounds.” ///23rd of February, 2022 I was drinking my Starbucks cappuccino while trying to make myself comfortable on the shopping mall bench, to no avail. I was tense. I had never involved myself with something like this. If my mother or girlfriend knew, they would kill me. An older man made his way out of the crowd and patiently sat down next to me. “You were supposed to be sitting on the bench next to Nike. But no problem.” He laughed. “Sorry. I got confused…” I facepalmed. “I got the book you asked me too. But the price is going to be different in your case.” “As in more expensive?” “No. Normally, I charge twenty five grand, or double If the job is hard. In your case, the job was ridiculously easy. I will be charging five grand only.” “Thanks! I’m transferring to your account right now…” I said as I typed on my phone. “The book is in your car.” “How did you… Oh, of course.” “Pleasure doing business with you.” He got up and left. I immediately went to my car. There it was, Eine Untersuchung des Mondes mit einer neuen Linse. ///28th of February, 2022 “Honey, are you still awake?” Melissa asked me. I was sitting on a pillow in the corner of the room, aggressively doing more and more Duolingo lessons. “I’m busy, Mel.” I said, without averting my eyes from the green owl. “Is this about that German book you have been taking everywhere?” “No…” I blatantly lied. “Honey, you’ve been up all night. It’s ten to six.” “What?” “You are obsessed with this shit, Ezra! Look at you! This is the third time I find you here studying German instead of sleeping!” “I’m sorry, but you do know I have a capstone thesis to finish, don’t you?!” I screamed back at her. “Oh. So this is what’s all about, right?” “Babe, it’s not like that…” Before I could say anything, she stormed out of the apartment. I stood there, frozen, for a minute or two, before I went back to my Duolingo. ///3rd of March, 2022 “Hello Ezra” Chris said, as I adjusted my camera. As usual, I couldn’t see his face properly. “Good evening, professor Chris.” “Ezra, are you okay? You look tired.” “I’m fine.” I said vehemently. “Ezra… I… I have bad news for you.” When he said that, I felt like a hand was smashing my heart. “The university has rejected your intended theme.” “W-what?” “You’ll have to pick something else. I’m sorry.” “What? Why?!” “Apparently there’s information about Lunar Transient Phenomena that is undisclosed to the general public. The feds were here yesterday, talked with the dean about it. Said that researching the LTP was considered meddling in national security affairs, and that all projects focusing on it were to be halted.” “Bullshit!” “I’m sorry. I know how much time you have already invested in this. But we’ll find something else, Ezra. There are more lunar mys…” I interrupted him. “Why is it so hard to research a simple lunar phenomena?! Every time I advance, everyone tries to block me! They will not stop me from uncovering what happened to my father!” I slammed the table. “What?” “This will not stop me.” I muttered, while ending the videocall. ///8th of March, 2022 After some turbulent days, I was finally making progress again. My knowledge of German wasn’t great, but knowing basic grammar, using online dictionaries, and with a little help from online German studying communities, I was making my way through the book. The book was almost a century old, yet I felt like I was finally making progress. The research by Hollfern was fascinating, but disturbing. He described how the “blinking moonlights” if watched carefully, could be interpreted as having meaning. My German was advancing but far from perfect, so I didn’t have the exact translation, but it said something about the moon speaking in some sort of secret code using the lights. It also referenced some books, most of which seemed to not exist anymore, but some of them not only existed, I also managed to download their scanned PDFs. It was pretty unorthodox for a scientific study. There was a book on symbols and sigils of different religions, a compilation of theological texts about Gnosticism, a book compiling works by Schopenhauer, and a Hindi scroll explaining Chakras. I didn’t understood yet how everything connected. Seemed like a strange collection of unrelated weirdness. ///10th of March, 2022 I stumbled upon something I had previously overlooked. There’s an work by Schopenhauer where he discuss reading the Upanishads, which are old Hindi texts. The Hindi text I had downloaded was translated to English, but what if I looked for the original? Maybe there was something I wasn’t shown. The original had a section that was censored in the English version that talked about a Devas that was corrupted by an evil unknown entity called that attached on it’s solar plexus and made it miserable with overwhelming sadness and pain. A thing described as a floating jester. ///13th of March, 2022 The phone in the living room started ringing. I left it there, unwilling to stop reading the book and trying to translate the contents. The call went to voicemail, and then I heard the caller recording it: “Hey Ezra, I know you’re going through a bad time, but as your orienting professor, I care for you. You didn't show up for any of your tests. I know you seem to be focused on your research, but this isn't the-" I unplugged the damn thing. ///16th of March, 2022 I got evicted after not paying my rent. Or I was supposed to be at least. I picked up my research stuff and rented a cheap motel room on the outskirts of my town. I could not pay for the rent, and least not for now, I spent most of my money buying books and old magazines during the last weeks. I don’t need a place to call mine for now. I just need to find the truth. I know the government will come after me. I’m coming too close. But if they want me to stop, they will have to kill me. I’ve already lost everything. This investigation is all I have left. ///18th of March, 2022 There's an old website that I found while researching. A true relic, seems to be from the early 90s. It contains old conspiracies theories, like stuff about the Illuminati and New Age, Satanic Panic, how Ronald Reagan was actually replaced, among other things. But there was something among the insanity that I felt was the last thing missing in my investigation. The true reason why we never returned to the Moon and why the Soviets never even attempted landing on it. According to that website, during the last moon expedition, in December of 1972, the astronauts were secretly instructed to find out what was causing the Lunar Transient Phenomena, and spent three days on the Taurus-Littrow Valley, the region where the phenomena was more frequent on the previous five years. They were carrying a seismometer, as the most influential theory at the time was that the LTP was being caused by moonquakes cracking the surface of the natural satellite and releasing gasses. But what the seismometer detected was that there were no such thing as moonquakes. Their equipments revealed humongous structures, seemingly biological or mechanical, moving under the moon surface. One day before they left, NASA detected an instance of LTP a few kilometers near where they were stationed, so the astronauts went there to check. What they found there was never disclosed, but some theorize they met one of the beings responsible for causing the blinking lights. And that was the reason humanity abandoned all expeditions to the moon. After five missions in three years, we never returned there. ///20th of March, 2022 I woke up feeling like my head was spinning. I was lying on the sofa of my motel room. Once again, I had spent the entire previous night and day reading texts cited by Dr. Hollfern. My tablet was out of battery, so I got up, feeling pain all over my body, and went looking for my charger. It took me a couple of minutes to notice the two men wearing dark suits, black ties and dark sunglasses sitting on my sofa. One of them had a silenced pistol on his hand. “Good afternoon, Ezra Thornbridge.” The one holding the firearm said, with a voice so ordinary it was scary. “W-what?!” I blurted, still trying to overcome the pain. “Oh, don’t mind us. We are just here to recover something.” The other man said, smiling. “Something that isn’t yours, yet you’re in possession of.” The man with the gun complemented. “I… Who are you?” I asked. “Right now, I’m the man pointing the gun at you.” The man with the weapon said, while his partner just shrugged. “Fine, I’ll return your damn book. But I already know about it. I already put the pieces together." "Oh, interesting. What do you think you know, Thornbridge?" One of them mocked. "The Solar Plexus Clown Glider. I have studied them in depth. Or do you prefer to call them like the Gnostic theologians called them back in the day? Archons…” “Look what we have here, Spencer. Like father like son.” The guy with the gun scoffed. “I told you we should have just doped him and looked for the damn book while he slept. He is totally gone.” Spencer said. “I’m not crazy! The Archons are real! They killed my father! They kill people! And you, instead of trying to protect the people, just hide their existence, just lie, just lie and lie and lie!” “How can you be so smart yet so stupid?” The guy with the gun said. “The Archons don’t kill people, Ezra. They just make you miserable and drown you in fear and pain.” Spencer said. “But I saw one kill my father.” “Your father died of chronic ventricular arrhythmia coupled with excessive alcohol ingestion. The thing you saw was merely an emotional parasite, feeding off his negative emotions and influencing him to indulge on them.” Spencer said. “Does this mean…” “Yes. It also infected you that day. That’s why you saw it. It’s been with you ever since. The more you learn about it, the more you dread, the more you obsess, the more you lose… You were feeding it all along.” Spencer explained. “And why do you think we tried to protect you, dumbass? If the knowledge was harmless, we wouldn’t be around breaking the law and breaking people’s necks to prevent it from spreading.” The guy with the weapon said. “It’s not too late, Ezra. When your father was alive, there wasn’t much we could do, but now we have technology to make them go away. But it has a cost.” Spencer explained. “What cost?” “You will forget your father. You will forget most about the moon and astronomy. Probably the entirety of the last few months. And there are probable side effects, like sporadic short-term amnesia.” Spencer said. “Or we can just fucking shoot you in the forehead right now to prevent the thing from infecting more people. Your choice.” The guy with the gun said. I just turned around and ran as fast as I can towards the window behind me. I jumped out of it, shattering the glass, and fell on the hard cold concrete of the parking lot. I tried to get up, my body was all cut from the glass, and I felt something warm on my back, even though it was raining. “Are you stupid?!” I heard the guy with the gun shouting while he and the other agent descended the staircase that led to the parking lot. I finally got up, feeling cold from the rain, and tried to run, but could only limp. Yeah, jumping out of the window like I was in an 80s action movie wasn’t the best idea. I heard another click behind me, and fell to the floor. I could see the agents running towards me, smoke coming out of the gun. There seemed to be snakes around both of them, smiling witch their human faces and several sets of sharp fangs. I looked towards the sky. Among the raining clouds, I could see the moon above me, full and blooming. Blinking. Blinking so much…

Hi all,
I don't drive big vehicles. I can whip a car, van, or small truck but anything bigger than a small Silverado is a no for me. Naturally, my parents bought a Yukon.
The issue is that my family will make plans and I outright have to say no and put my foot down unless we use our cars.
Our extended family(including my 93 year old grandfather) lives 6 hours away and I am the barrier preventing us from visiting.
My Mom is saying unless I drive she can't take a trip home because of leg sciatica and she doesn’t think our cars should be put on the road because of high mileage.
My father is a truck driver who is gone more often than not.
Am I wrong for having a hard no?
I’m worried that I will be placed if my grandfather dies and they didn’t visit.

but maybe a little closer to you?
every evening I watch the sunset and think of you. Painting the image of you with the colors of the sun. You're nowhere near but the thought of you fills me with warmth. For a moment it's only you that exists. No one else. It's always been you.
but then the sun disappears into the horizon and it's another day without you

I'm a home cook /hobby cook. I do all the cooking in my family of 6. Wife 2 boys 2 girls. And cook for all the family get togethers, Christmas Thanksgiving etc. Without boasting too much it's something I enjoy and I put a lot of thought and care into my cooking . I'm a handy man by trade but recently decided to try my hand at actual Kitchen work. A new fancy restaurant just opened in my town and they needed labor and have competitive wages. So I talked with the owner and got on as a line cook. Started well enough, brand new shiny Kitchen with a young and enthusiastic head chef they hired from across the country. Good kid, I liked and respected him, we talked about food and were collaborative on menu ideas, specials and what not. I took naturally to the position and fit in well with the crew, squad vibes. Unfortunately that only lasted for about a month. One morning as I was just finishing opening the line and the first orders were popping in our head chef comes bursting through saying " That's It I'm done!" Owner is fast on his heels saying "oh calm down! Just make what I ask for dude this isn't all about you!". I'm am obviously alarmed listening over my shoulder as I am working my stations trying not to get behind. Head chef: That is not what this is about, but you go ahead and control the narrative like you always do! Owner: Okay, your done. Good luck finding a better job sorry it didn't work out!. Head chef: I'm fucking sick of this shit! Walks out. The sous chef and I are surprised and concerned obviously. I say to her " he'll be back right?" She says" I don't think so" I say to the owner. " we need him". He say" no we dont,, it'll be fine". Chef came in to pick up his check a couple weeks later and thats the last we ever saw of him. The feeling in the kitchen is that without defined leadership everything will go to shit. The Title , pay and responsibilities should naturally got the sous. She is qualified and capable to run the line although only 22 and maybe a tad unimaginative she is the only person there that can actually do it. My thinking is that the owner having lightend the payroll by a hefty sum would like to see if the kitchen will run itself. I'm to old and worldweary*36m. I will not be doing any head cheffy things< at all >without adequate compensation and a clearly defined leadership role. And although I have leadership experience the sous really is the obvious choice as I am still very inexperienced in the industry. Like I can work my stations well but I can't do that and make sure everyone is doing there's well at the same time. Needless to say business is suffering. Fryers haven't been cleaned in weeks no one's is in charge of anyone so basically any and all side work/cleaning is basically optional so that's not happening. Plating is terrible. New hires are working shifts with new hires and "training themselves" lol. There have been obviously avoidable fuckups. Front of house has never had proper management so they just do whatever too. I've spoken with the owner about management he doesn't care. I'm getting out of the kitchen. There are bartender shifts where I can work alone. I made a deal with the owner that if I'll open the kitchen a couple days a week then I can get trained as a bartender and start picking up shifts doing that, otherwise I'm out altogether. This place stresses me out. I don't know how to not care but I have to try because he doesn't pay me enough to fix the problems. If this Bartender thing doesn't pan out I still have my truck and tools. But it's exiting doing something new. Wish me luck.

So my spinal deformity has recently become so painful I can no longer work, and thus I've been staying home a lot. And my cat has always been pretty talkative, but I was able to make it work because I didn't have to hear it all day. Essentially he was a barn cat, but the volunteer at the adoption center said he'd be able to acclimate to apartment life. That was not the case. He meowed at the front door all day, every day, for two and a half months and I gave in and started letting him outside. Growing up I thought letting cats out was perfectly normal, but about a year and a half later he gets attacked by another cat and he got really badly wounded. This obviously makes me feel like the worst person ever, and since then I've been keeping him inside. Cut to two years after that incident, he's gotten better about not meowing as much, but just the other day my roommate's friends accidentally let him outside (even though they were just hanging out with the cat 10 minutes prior to doing so), and we had to chase him down, and now ever since that day he has been unbearable with his meowing and I am constantly teetering on a meltdown. Basically if he's awake and he's not actively being distracted by a toy or a bird outside the window, he is looking at me and meowing very forcefully. Which can be difficult, especially when I'm trying to record my music or just enjoy a moment of quiet.
I get thoughts that I want to lock him in the bathroom, or start letting him out again. It makes me want to give him away because I might be a danger to him, but at the same time, that also feels really painful because of all the hard work I've put into this, and he clearly loves me. When he's not meowing he's rubbing his face all over me, and licking me, and cuddling up really tight when I can finally get to sleep, and being a playful sweety. But the meowing- or when I do put him in a room- the sound of him tearing at the carpet near the door, is bringing me to my wit's end.
My parent's said they'd be willing to take him, but they're home all the time because they're retired, and I know they think his meowing isn't as big of a problem as it really is. I don't know, any suggestions how to maybe help minimize his behavior so I don't go completely insane?

the properties I am looking at are near kiit, in a 2km radius, if you know the current market rate or the range please let me know

finishing a paper and was hoping someone could keep me company online or in person if you're near. Not super picky with my company so I'm okie with just listening to you talk about anything.
about me - student - plays sports - in makati - likes anime and manga

My PS5 is in fantastic condition, it was sent by playstation to me as the first one I got was broken. So they sent me one that is brand new looking. It started to give the error messages about overheating in some games. Then it was mostly fine (during winter) but now its summer and its doing it all the time.
It has zero dust, it is in a very well ventilated room, I'm in Ireland its not that hot. As its probably still not under the warranty Sony will want to charge me for a repair (250 Euros).
But surly this was not fault of my own and it does not fall under normal wear an tear.
I am asking how many more are having this issue, I work in Law, I am thinking about a class action law suite.

I'm a man, and not much of a shoe head. My only shoes are Vans, and my Red Wing work boots. I'm not one to spend a lot of money on fashionable shoes. My work boots have a lifetime warranty and are repairable, that justifies the nearly $300 price tag to me.
My vans are cloth and just get dirty and ugly, cleaning is too much of a hassle and I always get a hole under the ball of my foot and have to throw them away after that. They're overpriced for what they are and how long they last.
I'd like to buy a pair of leather shoes that can be cleaned easily and resoled, some that will last me a long time. Preferably some that don't cost more than $200-$300.
I tried google and amazon but the options are endless and this being my first look, I'm too inexperienced to know what to look for or avoid.
Does anyone have any brands that fit my needs? Or any physical stores I should check with about it? I live in a major city, so there's bound to be a physical store.
Any advice is welcome and appreciated!

Hi all, seeking relationship advice here. My partner and I are in our early 20s, both of the same age. We have been dating for over one and a half year. We were the happiest couple last year but when this year came, everything actually started going downhill. Because we are adulting, we have other commitments too like work. Our time spent with each other became less and less, we have arguments almost everyday but Nevertheless, our love still remains strong and we remain faithful to each other. During arguments, we are matured enough to communicate and compromise. We arent really as happy as how we used to be before and its okay, i think all relationships eventually reaches that part. I really love him and I could tell that he loves me twice more and I am forever grateful for that. We are almost the perfect match together and even have dreams of building a future together and having a family of our own. I said ‘almost’ because there is a huge barrier between us - religion. My mom’s side is a devoted Roman Catholic. I have no choice too but to attend church almost every sunday, although I wouldnt say that Im a religious person. My partner, on the other hand, differs religion from me. He is a Muslim and I understand that its pretty complicated to really pursue this till marriage due to our religion. During our early days of getting to know each other, I have already pointed this out to him. Told him we can continue loving each other and risk it, but also risk wasting time..because you know, we could have just find someone who shares the same religion and beliefs as us to make it easier and more certain that they will be one to marry. Honestly speaking, as much as I love him, I dont see myself converting. I have no idea whether our families would accept each other too. But one thing for sure, parents would prefer their children to end up with someone with the same religion. I think religions can really be a huge obstacle. But Eventually me and him just decided to go with the flow since we both are the happiest couple and we love each other unconditionally, Although we both are still afraid of the future. Since we are still kinda ‘young’ to actually talk about marriages, converting and stuff like that, we dont really talk about this a lot yet in depth. But we both are well aware that this is a big obstacle that we would face in the future.
I am a foreigner in a country that I currently live in. (Migrated here since young and grew up here too). My family and I moved for a better standing of living, as compared to my native country. This is where I met my current partner which is a local. We have been dating for over one and a half year. However, things have really been tough for my family for the past few years. and honestly we dont intend to stay here for the long term. We dont even plan on retiring here (we are not even a Permanent Resident, really just foreigners holding valid visas). We just intended to work here and save up and move to another, better country in a few years time. We dont even see ourselves in this country in 10 years time anymore .. its tough being a foreigner here. makes cost of living 10x more expensive here too, and the government dont really give advantages / benefits to the foreigners either.
So here is my concern — several weeks back I told my partner that I dont see myself in this country for the long term. My visa in this country will be expiring in about 8 months time, which really isnt a lot of time. i cant renew or extend my visa any longer. With that being said, after that 8 months, I ‘d probably be back to my native country for a period of time, And then afterwards will be moving to the country that my family wishes to move to. After that 8 months, If I were to be back in THIS country, I cant stay here for long too as Ill only be on a tourist visa. He was thinking that we both dont have much time together anymore. With that, I believe i have given him a heads up of what might happen to this relationship too. And as someone whos love language is quality time and physical touch, I have made it clear to him that Im doubtful of my ability to do LDR and to actually pursue the rs through LDR. You guys will probably say If we really love each other, we would do everything to make it work right? But i believe sometimes love isnt enough, considering other important factors too. I myself have been in two long distance relationships before and both failed. I love him and as much as I really want a future with him and make this work, I am doubtful about us because the distance would come in soon.
And so I told him that i guess we both can see losing each other in the near future. I mean we could give LDR a try, and try make the rs work, but i think im certain that it would fail eventually too and we would end up just losing each other…which sucks so much
So here i am asking for advice, option 1) for the next 8 months, should I just make full of this time and spend as much time with him, create the best moments and memories with him while im still in the country? Even though i would still probably lose him eventually ? The pro: happy and wholesome for the next 8 months enjoying each others company The con of this is ‘wasting time’ or it would hurt even more and it would be harder for us to cope losing each other.
Or 2) considering our different religions and me not living in this country in the long run, should we End the relationship soon because we would eventually lose each other anyways? I have always been thinking that I am just wasting his time because we would probably part ways eventually.. and if we still continue this, im afraid it might hurt so much more for the both of us by the time the 8months is up.
Im really in a dilemma, God I love this man so much..we love each other so much, He is my answered prayer and my biggest life blessing and thinking of losing him really scares me. We love each other so much, but I have to consider the future too.. at this point i am really confused and Im not sure which is the right / best decision to make for the relationship.. thank you for taking the time to read the post.. sharing your thoughts on this or any advice given would be greatly appreciated :(

What happens when you catruck/suv needs to be brought to mechanic shop for repairs?
all your stuff sitting inside the vehicle? What if they say its going to take few days to repair?

I’m so overwhelmed. I have lost almost 25 pounds and I can’t see it on my body. Apparently nobody else can either. I did this in the month of May alone from eating basically nothing. I’m still obese but you would think I would notice. Now I look in the mirror and see someone who belongs on my 600 lb life when the scale says I don’t. I feel like the scale is lying to me every time I way. I keep thinking I’m getting bigger. My therapist has mentioned anorexia. I don’t understand how. Before I had bulimia but near the end of April I noticed lost how most of my gag reflex basically. Couldn’t throw up anymore. Realized all bulimia did was make me gain so I just stop eating most of the time. Kept it under 600 calories most days. It feels like the weight loss I have had isn’t even real because nobody has noticed changes in my body. My doctor saw the drop in weight in the middle of the month but that’s it. It just makes me want to not eat. I don’t know what to do.

Hello Reddit! I (20f) was hanging out with a guy I have only been on a couple of dates with so far over the past two weeks (27m). He asked me to hang out last minute because he was in the area of my place just to go on a little walk.
Unbeknownst to me, he shows up and he has had quite a few drinks, was definitely not in a state to drive and was getting touchy-feely on the walk. He was not slurring words yet but was not able to walk anywhere near straight and occasionally he was tripping over himself. I walk him back towards where he came from to get anything he needs for home. I was going to make him take an Uber home, I didn’t want to fight him on this, but it was a non-negotiable though. I just wanted to see that he could get home safely.
He has been asking me to come by his place to meet his dog for a few days, I have been to his place before but never when the dog has been there. I am a little scared of dogs after a dog attack when I was younger, and he knew this before this evening. Dogs can make me uncomfortable, and it takes me a long time to warm up to specific dogs. Especially bigger dogs, and though this dog is only a puppy, it is medium size now and is going to be a big dog. Anyways, I agree to go home with him in an Uber because I know he will get home safe, but he wants me to meet the dog
While waiting for an Uber, one of his sober buddies rolls by and offers us a ride. While in the car, his buddy makes a comment about how he is happy to give us a ride home because me going home with him again means we can “sleep together again” or “fuck again” or something of that nature.
We get to his place, and he seems upset that I am not excited and enthralled to meet his dog. I reminded him that I am rather uncomfortable with dogs, and it can take me a few months to really warm up to a specific dog.
We sit on the couch with the dog, and the man decides to lie in my lap. within 5 minutes, he falls asleep. I was eating something so I was not going to get up for a bit, and I just let him sleep for a second. As I get up off the couch as gently as I can to not wake him, he did wake up and is upset that he fell asleep and says sorry. I was just trying to sneak out of his place to let him sleep, but now that he is awake I tell him I am just going upstairs for a second to throw something in the trash. I come back down right after that to his dog with zoomies or freaking out over something. The dog jumps on me multiple times, and I ask them to get down. This man is less than 12 feet away from me telling the dog, to get down numerous times, and I am trying to use my hands to aid in that. He says nothing and does nothing as he is passed out asleep. So I decided that’s enough and I am going to leave.
Today, he has come back and apologized to me for falling asleep on me, but he doesn’t know how I feel about what his buddy said or what the dog did.
I am overreacting for not wanting to be the talking point of his buddies like that? we have had sex, but I do not need to think that has to be the talk of the town.
I am wanting to tell him about what his dog did though. he knew that I was really hesitant with dogs, and this has definitely strained my relationship with him and the dog. Obviously, not the dog's fault that they might have some zoomies or were worried about something.
Honestly, after all of this, I still would see him again, but he is on damn thin ice. I think the way men talk about women when they aren’t there is really telling. I am upset that is how his buddies speak of me, with the sexual comment. I am upset that he was not more vigilant with me and his dog. Not to mention the fact that he showed up for the walk while reasonably intoxicated. How do I tell him this in the nicest way possible while still articulating the fact we are on thin ice? also, would like some sort of comeback response if he just tries to blame it all on the booze.
Thank you very much for reading :) Would love to hear all you have to say on the matter, good, bad, or otherwise.

So essentially I got diagnosed with ibs around 2015-2016 when I was in middle school after 2 really bad intestinal infections. At first it was not very controllable. I got sick easily and went to the restroom at the worst time possible but I got used to it. Eventually when high school started it got more manageable and consistent. (I miss this) I got sick one day and was constipated with paradoxical diarrhea. After that I was never the same. I never truly felt fully vacated but other than that I just had to eat generally healthier food and I would be fine. Only stuff with lots of cheese, grease, etc made me sick with my body deciding to screw me ofer every once in a while for no reason. This was basically all of high school and it was near perfect for IBS. Now fast forward to first year of college and it’s been a nightmare. The first semester it felt like I got paradoxical diarrhea regardless of what I ate and the second I got even more constipated and had a hard time going out. Now that I’m home eating home cooked meals it’s been better but it never returned to the same thing as high school. Anybody go through the same thing?

I'm looking for a reliable mechanic/shop to do the kind of inspection one gets on a used car before purchasing. I phrased it that way because this is actually my car.
I have a 2004 Honda Element that has about 165K miles on it – relatively low for its age. It's running well, I love the car, and I'm in no hurry to get another vehicle...but it is 19-years-old.
So I'd like someone to do a thorough inspection to give me an idea of what kinds of problems might be coming at me in the next couple years. I don't need a mobile mechanic. I can go to them.
I just realized the a/c isn't working. That can be a costly repair. I need to decide if I should sink $$$ into this car.
Any recommendations would be greatly appreciated!

Sorry if I worded it bad. This is my mom big time for me but I will explain and maybe y'all can connect.
Because not all autism is the same and I wanted to share my experiences that my mom assumes because I was diagnosed with autism.
I don't have much sensitivity to lights. My mom: Turns on the brightest lights ever while flashing a light in my eye and I wake up
Mom: Ahhh it's probably your autism and sensitivity to light.
Me: No mom why you have a flash light near my eyes
I have no sensory issues to touch. My mom putting lotion on her cold fingers right before taking tuna out before cooking.
Me: Backs away
Mom: That's autism right there you are sensitive to being touched.
Me: You literally have cold Tuna hands bro.
I did not want to make this long but am I the only one who has these experiences.
I wanted too note everyone who does have these issues are valid. But sometimes people just assume because they are doing the most exaggerated things and wonder if y'all can connect.

I am embarrassed but terrified of how much debt I am in. I was never taught financial literacy nor money management growing up, as explained below. Any help/advice/tips would be greatly appreciated!!
Catalyst: boyfriend and I want to get married. He does not want to inherit my debt, understandably so. I want to be better at managing my finances so I can be a good wife and an even better money manager.
/INCOME - $2700/month. Paid once a month. /
/Expenses- most to least expensive. I pay mortgage but not utilities (boyfriend takes care of that)/
-mortgage + escrow = $89,000 left on house. Pay $900/month
-car payment = $17,600 left on loan. Pay $380/month (parent pays car insurance)
-personal debt consolidation loan = $10,000. Pay $270/month at 12% interest
-other expenses (gas, food, recreation, etc) = $300/month
/Explanations/ Housing = Bought a house at 20 years old. Old house, lots of repairs needed. Bit off way more than I can chew. Put >$7,000 worth of repairs into the house hoping on a profit when I do sell. Planning on selling in <1 year
Car = 2021 hybrid bought in 2020. Brand new off the lot. Initially worth $24,000, but I let a friend borrow for a job interview and he got into an accident that wasn’t handled properly. Damage repair is all left to me now (friend fled the state and went no contact with me after event). No money for lawyer to sue over $4500 worth of repairs. Broken bumper reduced value to $18,750. Planning on selling at a small profit or refinancing.
Consolidation loan = Initial $10,000 worth of credit card debt accrued by home repairs. I was never taught that credit cards are DEBT and always believed it was free money. I was never taught financial literacy as a kid and never had proper education as a teenager (poor high schooling). JUST got debt consolidation loan yesterday and have yet to make my first payment. Hopefully paid off by 2027.
Savings = No savings to speak of. I am TERRIBLE with my finances and all savings went to emergency medical expenses. Have yet to recoup that loss.
Income = I get paid once a month. I make sure all my bills are paid and debts are taken care of before I spend on gas/food/recreational things. Hopefully getting a new job soon where I get paid more often so I will not have to budget as strictly.
Edit- I also have roughly $4500 in a simple IRA account, if that’s worth any salt.