I’ve never rage quit a game more in my fucking life. Today was the last damn straw. Straight uninstall. Money funneling weirdos bro. Pay to win ass game. Needs a class action ASAP @ClashRoyale
“I don’t understand why women don’t just report it if it really happened.”
When I was 19, I reported mine. I had bruises. Hospital photos. Text messages of him apologizing the next morning. My friends drove me to the station because I could barely stop shaking. I thought evidence would make it simple. I thought truth would be enough.
Months later, I was the one on trial. His lawyer printed my Instagram photos and held them up in court. Asked why I wore crop tops. Asked why I drank that night. Asked why I didn’t scream louder. He replayed my police interview and pointed out every time I hesitated, every time I cried, every time my timeline wasn’t perfectly linear. “If it was traumatic,” he said, “why can’t she remember clearly?”
Sitting there while strangers debated my pain like it was a group project felt like being stripped again. My messages were projected on a screen. My body was described in detail. My character was picked apart like that was the real crime.
He walked out on bail. I walked out with panic attacks.
That’s why some women don’t report. Because even with bruises. Even with screenshots. Even when you do everything “right.” You still have to survive the assault twice, once in private, and once in public, just to maybe be believed.
Don’t propose on my birthday, don’t propose on my graduation day, don’t propose on Valentine’s Day, don’t propose at someone else’s wedding...
Keep the proposal date a separate special day not be shared with other holidays/milestones
Imagine paying for Netflix every month, and then having to pay when you want to watch a movie, and then getting another Netflix bill 3 months later because one of the actors isn't signed with Netflix so you have to pay them directly.
That'd be stupid...right??
This is a post about health insurance.