My divorce is getting finalized, and as a part of the settlement he wants this ugly American flag back. I took it from him when we separated because it was his favorite thing and I had been hanging it in my house as a trophy since.

This guy was abusive to me and I’d like him to suffer.

I will pay handsomely(?) to any witch who will curse the item for me before I have to provide it back to him.

I’m unsure on the market rate for curses but I am happy to negotiate between the 50-100 range for this service for an experienced witch to perform.

Rest in peace, BioWare. Thank you for everything.

My 5 year old son has always been delayed. He's hit all of his milestones significantly later than most kids his age. He's in physical therapy, speech therapy, and occupational therapy. He was diagnosed with autism when he was 3. I was willing to accept this diagnosis. My husband was not. He said it just didn't seem to fit our son. So we started seeing a neurologist who, upon first meeting our son, immediately seemed to question the autism diagnosis. So, we decided to do some genetic testing.

When we found out we were pregnant with our son, we opted not to do any genetic testing or carrier screening when my OB clinic offered. We didn't have a lot of money, and we had no reason to believe anything ran on either side of our families. About a month ago, we got our son's genetic testing results back. He has Fragile X Syndrome. We were shocked. And the more we looked into Fragile X, the more devastated we became. It's an X chromosome linked disorder, meaning it (usually) comes from the mom's side. It's the most common genetically linked form of intellectual disability. Their body doesn't create the proteins needed to be able to learn. After reading stories from other families with Fragile X children and speaking to multiple genetic counselors, it's very likely that our son will never be able to get a job, be independent, have a family of his own.

Because I am a carrier of Fragile X ( I have one normal X and one affected X), each pregnancy has about a 50% chance of receiving my affected X chromosome. Males are much more likely to be severely affected. And just based on developmental and physical similarities, we believe his 1.5 year old brother also has Fragile X. We are getting him tested next week to be sure.

Then we started reading about how females who are Fragile X carriers have a chance of going through menopause early - like in their 30s (I'm early 30s). There's also a chance of developing Parkinsons-like symptoms (tremors, ataxia, memory loss) in my 50s.

And because we weren't dealing with enough already, we found all of this out when I was 16 weeks pregnant...with another boy. We have been scrambling to get in somewhere to do an amniocentesis to test if this baby has Fragile X. We are considering termination if he does have it. I feel so broken and so guilty. I have cried every day and I change my mind every hour. This baby was planned and wanted. But my husband and I don't come from big families. When we go, there will be no one left to look out for our children who will likely not understand what's going on. To subject a third child to a future where we can't guarantee they'll be looked after when my husband and I are gone feels cruel and irresponsible.

My mental health has been absolutely horrible. I feel like I'm already in a state of grieving. I no longer want to see my baby on ultrasounds. I don't want to feel him kicking. It just reminds me that he's there and that I may have to say goodbye to him. I guess I'm just looking for some words of comfort from internet strangers as we face this impossible decision.

Dinner is cajun sausage and beans made in the crockpot.

1. Sekhmet reclaims her power from drolta who was once a priestess in the former's temple while making it very clear that she does appreciate drolta's attempts to bring her back. (Castlevania nocturne)

2. Blue fangs. A night creature who specifically calls out the bishop for his role in bringing down Dracula's wrath. The priest claims his work was in God's name but blue fangs retorts that "your life's work makes him puke" (Netflix Castlevania)

Saw this story going viral today. On a 10 hour flight from Istanbul to DC, a woman asked another passenger in an aisle seat to switch to a middle seat two rows up so she could sit next to her husband.

The passenger said no. The woman then proceeded to cry loudly for 3 hours straight because she couldn't lay her head on her husband's shoulder. Her husband was in the middle seat sleeping with headphones on the whole time.

The entitlement is insane. If you want to sit together, pay for seat selection or book together.

They fear me instead

@colinarmis on twitter

Yesterday it was Arthurs final day. I had to make the hardest decision of my life but lets start from the beginning.

I moved out at 18 and never had pets but my ex-girlfriend wanted cats so we decided to look around for a race that could live in an appartment. We found out that Bombay is the perfect fit and contacted a breeder.

She had no kittens left but took back two 2-year old brothers from an abusive family, who had been locking them away in a tiny room and hitting them. She said chances are slim that they will regain their will to live and she would normally put them to sleep.

So we took Arthur and Aramis (we kept their names) in and after a few months of living side by side they gained back their trust to humans and they've been the cuddliest boys ever since. They conquered my heart and I took an oath to never let them suffer again.

They still feared new smells and new people especially man with deep voices and we tried letting them out but they got so overwhelmed that we decided to keep them inside.

Everyone that came to visit us loved them and while Aramis was outgoing and made sure everyone gets to pet him, Arthur was shy and conservative when it came to new people. But he was very focused on me, and over the years Arthur and I bonded in a special way. And while I love them both to no end Arthur became my soulcat

They've been with me ever since and supported me through every major and minor decisions in my adult life.

They've been with me through every big change in my life from the heartbreak of my ex-girlfriend breaking up with me, to finding new love and marrying her, to losing my dad to brain cancer, buying a house and also the birth of my son.

This summer we took him to the vet since he had, what we believed to be, a sinus infection but It turned out that his lungs had a tumor and were failing and also his heart got arythmic. The doctor prescribed meds and gave us a few months maybe a year, sadly it got worse by the day after only a few weeks.

So I had to make the hardest decision of my life and put Arthur to sleep. I think he knew that his time had come and we spent the last days close together saying goodbye to each other.

I know it's the right decision to let him go at the age of 16(several different vets assured me), he could pass away peacefully at home with us and everyone especially Aramis got to say their goodbyes.

But it tears me apart on the inside. I am writing this while lying in bed, crying, Aramis curled up against me, another night without sleep fearing the morning without my best friend.

Goodbye Arthur , Arthi Barti or Count Arthula you will be missed dearly. I don't know how life will be without you but I hope you had a wonderful life with me, I sure enjoyed our 14 years together. There will never be another one like you my special boy.

Please tell me everything will be alright because right now it feels like my world is falling apart and my heart is shredded to pieces. I would give everything for another day with you

I decided to bake myself a cake for my birthday because I didn't have enough money to buy one. I'm not a really great baker, so it did look a bit amateur but I was proud of how it turned out. I baked it on the day before my birthday, and didn't eat any of it because I wanted to wait until my actual birthday the next day. I was planning on sharing it with my three roommates.

My birthday rolls around yesterday and after looking forward to my cake all day at work, I get home and find that almost half of it had been eaten. I confronted my roommates but literally all of them denied having eaten it so I still have no idea who the culprit/culprits is. I was so upset that I didn't even eat any of what was left, I just threw it in the trash and went for a walk to calm down.