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Do it Yourself; Tips and ideas for DIY projects to give a gift that your significant other won't return.
Just start by forgiving and forgetting
How many times have you heard the words forgive and forget? As far back as I can remember, my mother (God rest her soul) always talked about forgiveness that it is important because it is what our Lord and savior Jesus Christ did for those who betrayed him to be honest I have a real difficulty trying to forgive I mean it's so easy you let go of the hate you let go of the hurt that has been inside your heart your head your soul and you're able to move on I've seen people do it I've heard people talk about how they can just easily forgive those who have betrayed them I have a real difficulty trying to forgive especially those who stabbed me in the back betrayed me and figuratively speaking just left out to die. I have so many former friends that I hold so much hatred towards them, and I don't wanna hold it anymore. I try to let it go, I try to move on, but out of nowhere those memories just come back, and they ignite that fire that I thought I put out.
By stephanie borges9 months ago in Humans
Gen Z Is No Longer Getting their Driver’s License
For decades, learning how to drive was a rite of passage. Turning 16 meant freedom, independence, and your first taste of adulthood behind the wheel. But something has shifted. A growing number of young people — especially Gen Z — are delaying getting their driver’s licenses or skipping it entirely. Instead, they’re tapping a screen, booking an Uber, and letting someone else handle the road.
By AnthonyBTV9 months ago in Humans
I didn't try that hard.
More than 200,000 people have watched me talk about a toothbrush. Okay, technically I was talking about neurodivergence. There's this thing sometimes called the toothbrush test. The basic idea is that if you ask a bunch of people how they brush their teeth, most people will give you some variation of the same answer. Toothpaste goes on toothbrush. Toothbrush goes in mouth. Brush teeth. Done.
By Danielle Katsouros9 months ago in Humans
Speaking to Time Instead of the Room
Much of modern communication is oriented toward immediacy. Writing is framed as something meant to be consumed quickly, reacted to instantly, and replaced just as fast by whatever comes next. Under this model, the value of a piece is measured almost entirely by its initial reception. If it does not land immediately, it is treated as a failure. This assumption narrows the purpose of writing and misunderstands how meaning actually travels through time.
By Peter Thwing - Host of the FST Podcast9 months ago in Humans
Ai The New Gym Coach
Walking into a gym without a plan can feel like stepping into a maze. Rows of machines, endless workout advice online, and conflicting fitness trends make it hard to know where to start—or whether what you’re doing is actually helping. One of the biggest problems with traditional workout programs is that they assume everyone’s body responds the same way. In reality, your age, height, and weight dramatically influence how you should train. This is where artificial intelligence is redefining fitness.
By AnthonyBTV9 months ago in Humans
Shadows
There is a voice most people never talk about, not because it is rare, but because it is so familiar it feels like part of the self. It is not loud in the way the world understands loudness. It does not shout or demand attention. It hums beneath thought, beneath action, beneath moments that should feel complete. It carries weight quietly, shaping how brilliance is held rather than how it is expressed.
By Gladys Kay Sidorenko9 months ago in Humans
Love Between Two Enemies Part Seven
The Cost of Saving Her Ethan Ashford became a ghost overnight. Not officially—his name was still on buildings, still whispered in financial circles—but something fundamental had shifted. The man who once walked into rooms and bent them to his will now moved through the city like someone marked. Hunted. He felt it in the silence of unanswered calls. In the sudden politeness of former allies. In the way doors that once opened without question now hesitated. Luca DeSantis hadn’t just taken control of the narrative. He had rewritten Ethan’s identity. --- Isabella didn’t sleep. Every time she closed her eyes, she felt the cold bite of chains around her wrists, smelled oil and rust, heard Luca’s calm voice echoing in the dark. Everyone gives in. She sat curled on the couch in Ethan’s penthouse, wrapped in a blanket she didn’t remember taking. Dawn crept through the windows slowly, painfully. Ethan stood in the kitchen, staring at nothing, a mug of untouched coffee in his hand. “You should rest,” he said quietly without turning around. She laughed softly, hollow. “You first.” He didn’t respond. She watched him then—really watched him—and saw the cost already etched into his posture. The weight in his shoulders. The way his jaw tightened as if holding something back. “You didn’t save me,” she said suddenly. He turned, startled. “What?” “You traded yourself,” she continued, her voice steady but raw. “That’s not saving.” He set the mug down slowly. “You’re alive.” “For now,” she replied. “And you’re ruined.” Silence filled the space between them. Ethan met her gaze. “I’d do it again.” Her eyes burned. “That’s what scares me.” --- The fallout began within hours. Ashford Industries released a statement retracting Ethan’s accusations, citing “emotional distress” and “incomplete historical data.” The Riverside documents were labeled inconclusive. Investors relaxed. Luca’s victory was surgical. Richard Ashford returned to the spotlight the same afternoon, composed and victorious, flanked by legal counsel. Ethan watched the press conference on mute. His father looked directly into the camera and said, “My son is no longer affiliated with this company in any decision-making capacity.” Disowned. Publicly. Isabella’s chest tightened painfully. “I’m so sorry.” Ethan didn’t look away from the screen. “He chose power over blood a long time ago.” “And Luca?” she asked quietly. Ethan’s lips curved into something sharp. “He chose me as an example.” --- Three days later, Isabella returned to the Moretti estate. Not because she wanted to. Because Luca demanded it. The house felt different now—less like a home, more like a cage polished to perfection. Her father barely spoke to her, his eyes avoiding hers as if she were a liability he didn’t know how to manage. Luca arrived that evening like a conqueror. “You look well,” he said casually, pouring himself a drink. She didn’t sit. “You got what you wanted.” “For now,” he replied. “But control requires maintenance.” She stared at him. “You used me.” “Yes,” he said simply. “And you used him.” Her breath hitched. “No.” “You knew he would sacrifice himself,” Luca continued calmly. “You let him.” The words struck deeper than she expected. “I didn’t ask him to,” she said. “But you benefited,” Luca replied. “That’s how this world works.” He stepped closer. “You’re free now. No chains. No warehouses. All it cost was Ethan Ashford’s future.” She looked at him with pure hatred. “You’ll never own me.” Luca smiled faintly. “Everyone belongs to something. You just haven’t accepted what owns you yet.” --- Ethan’s days blurred together. He moved out of the penthouse—too visible, too vulnerable—and into a smaller apartment under a name that wasn’t his. He met quietly with contacts his father never knew about. People who didn’t care about reputations. People who dealt in leverage. At night, he replayed the moment he agreed to Luca’s terms. The sound of chains unlocking. Isabella collapsing into his arms. He would make the same choice again. But the cost was accumulating. One evening, a knock came at his door. He froze, hand instinctively reaching for the drawer beside the couch. “Ethan,” a familiar voice called softly. “It’s me.” Isabella. He opened the door and she stepped inside, eyes searching his face as if to confirm he was real. “You shouldn’t be here,” he said quietly. “I know,” she replied. “I don’t care.” She crossed the room and stood in front of him, close enough that he could smell her shampoo, feel the warmth she carried. “I can’t stay away,” she whispered. He closed his eyes briefly. “Luca is watching you.” “I’m watching you,” she said. “And you’re disappearing.” He opened his eyes. “That’s safer for you.” She shook her head fiercely. “Don’t decide that for me.” Silence stretched between them, charged and fragile. “You’re the only thing he can’t control,” she said softly. “That’s why he’s trying to break you.” Ethan swallowed. “And he’s succeeding.” She stepped closer, pressing her forehead to his chest. “Then let me help you rebuild.” He rested his chin against her hair, breathing her in like oxygen. “You don’t know what you’re asking.” “Yes,” she replied. “I do.” --- Luca made his next move two days later. The photos surfaced online just before midnight. Blurry. Strategically framed. Ethan entering Isabella’s building. Isabella leaving his apartment hours later. The headline was ruthless: MORETTI HEIRESS CONTINUES AFFAIR WITH DISGRACED ASHFORD HEIR By morning, Isabella was summoned by her father. “This ends now,” he said coldly, slamming his tablet onto the desk. “You will publicly denounce him.” She stared at the screen, then at her father. “Or what?” “Or you lose everything,” he snapped. “Your inheritance. Your name. Your protection.” She laughed bitterly. “You already sold my protection.” He stood abruptly. “Think carefully.” She did. For exactly three seconds. “I won’t,” she said. “Not anymore.” --- Ethan found out from the news. ISABELLA MORETTI CUT OFF FROM FAMILY AFTER REFUSING PUBLIC STATEMENT His heart slammed painfully. She arrived at his apartment an hour later with one suitcase. “I guess I’m homeless,” she said lightly. He pulled her into his arms without a word. They stood there for a long time, holding on to each other like survivors of the same storm. “This is war,” Isabella said quietly. Ethan nodded. “Not the kind our families taught us.” She looked up at him. “Then teach me yours.” His eyes darkened with resolve. “It won’t be clean.” “I don’t want clean,” she replied. “I want free.” --- That night, Luca watched the same news with interest. He set his phone down slowly and smiled. “Good,” he murmured to himself. “Now they have nothing left to lose.” And that, he knew, was when people became truly dangerous. In Part Eight: “Nothing Left to Lose” Ethan and Isabella go underground together. A hidden ally resurfaces with explosive evidence. And Luca makes a mistake—underestimating love sharpened by loss… When everything is taken, what remains becomes a weapon.
By Ahmed aldeabella9 months ago in Humans
Love Between Two Enemies Part Five
When Love Turns Dangerous The city woke up angry. By morning, Samuel Whitaker’s death was no longer a whisper—it was a headline. FORMER EXECUTIVE FOUND DEAD — POLICE INVESTIGATE CORPORATE CONNECTIONS Ethan read the article on his phone as the elevator carried him down from his penthouse, his reflection staring back at him like a stranger. Pale. Tense. Older. Murder had a way of accelerating everything. He knew the police would come. He knew Luca had planned it that way. What he didn’t know—what terrified him—was how far Luca was willing to go next. --- Isabella was being watched. She felt it the moment she stepped out of the shower that morning, the steam still clinging to the mirrors. The house was too quiet. Too orderly. Her phone sat on the dresser. Three missed calls. All from Luca. She didn’t return them. Instead, she dressed quickly and went downstairs, only to find two unfamiliar men in suits standing near the entrance. “Who are they?” she asked her father sharply. “Security,” he replied without looking up from his tablet. “For your protection.” “Protection from whom?” she demanded. He finally met her eyes. “From scandal.” She laughed bitterly. “Or from choice?” His jaw tightened. “You will marry Luca. This ends when you do.” Isabella realized then that her father wasn’t afraid of losing her. He was afraid of losing control. --- Ethan made his decision before the police ever arrived. He walked into Ashford Industries’ main boardroom that afternoon like a man walking into his own execution. His father sat at the head of the table, surrounded by lawyers and executives. The air was heavy with tension and old power. Ethan placed a folder on the table. “What’s this?” Richard Ashford asked coldly. “The truth,” Ethan replied. He opened the folder and slid copies of the Riverside contract across the table. The clause. The signatures. The shared crime. Gasps followed. Arguments erupted. Richard stood abruptly. “Are you insane?” “No,” Ethan said calmly. “I’m done lying.” “You will destroy this family,” his father hissed. Ethan met his gaze. “You already did. I’m just ending it.” Silence fell. Then Richard spoke, his voice low and dangerous. “If you release this,” he said, “you are no longer my son.” Ethan didn’t hesitate. “Then I choose to be free.” He walked out. --- The police questioned Ethan that night. Hours under fluorescent lights. Questions designed to corner, to provoke, to expose. “Where were you the night Samuel Whitaker died?” “At Pier 46.” “With whom?” Ethan paused. “Alone,” he said. It was a lie. And a sacrifice. --- Isabella found out an hour later. She burst into the small café where Ethan waited, his coffee untouched, his face shadowed with exhaustion. “You lied for me,” she said, breathless. He looked up. “I’d do worse.” Her voice shook. “You didn’t have to.” “Yes,” he said quietly. “I did.” Tears filled her eyes. “Luca is tightening the net. He controls my schedule. My phone. Everything.” Ethan stood. “Then we stop playing defense.” She looked at him, fear and resolve colliding. “What are you saying?” “I’m saying we go public.” Her heart stopped. “That would start a war.” “It already has,” he replied. “We just haven’t named the sides.” --- That night, Luca visited Isabella unannounced. He dismissed the guards with a smile and stepped into the living room like he owned it. “You’ve been avoiding me,” he said pleasantly. She folded her arms. “I’ve been thinking.” “Dangerous habit.” She lifted her chin. “I won’t marry you.” The silence was instant—and terrifying. Luca’s smile faded. “Careful.” “I know what you did,” she continued, her voice steady. “Samuel Whitaker. The investigation. You’re manipulating everything.” He stepped closer. “And you’re still breathing. Which should tell you something.” Her heart raced. “You won’t get away with this.” Luca leaned in, his voice soft and cruel. “I already have. And if Ashford doesn’t disappear quietly… accidents happen.” That was the moment fear turned into fury. --- The next morning, the internet exploded. ASHFORD HEIR ACCUSES FAMILY OF FRAUD MORETTI DAUGHTER CALLS OFF ENGAGEMENT Photos of Isabella without her ring flooded social media. Ethan’s statement went viral within minutes. They had gone public. Together. Isabella stood beside Ethan at the press conference, her hand firmly in his. Cameras flashed. Reporters shouted questions. “Are you afraid?” someone yelled. Isabella spoke first. “Yes,” she said clearly. “But I’m more afraid of living a lie.” Ethan squeezed her hand. Luca watched from a black car across the street, his expression unreadable. Then he smiled. --- That night, Isabella’s car didn’t arrive home. Ethan’s phone rang once. Unknown number. Luca’s voice was calm. “You chose love,” he said. “Now see what it costs.” The line went dead. And Ethan knew— The war had claimed its first hostage. In Part Six: “Taken” Isabella disappears without a trace. Ethan crosses a line he can never uncross. And Luca reveals the true rules of his game… Love is no longer the prize. It’s the weapon.
By Ahmed aldeabella9 months ago in Humans
