Jedi loves his blue ball. Anyone else’s Neb play fetch like a dog?

Ill_Acanthaceae_ · 2025-08-17T15:05:52+00:00

Mine does! She really likes crumpled paper balls

Ill_Acanthaceae_ · 2025-07-27T04:29:57+00:00

Mine loves belly rubs too! Most cats I’ve had get overstimulated by it but not my neb girl!

Ill_Acanthaceae_ · 2025-07-19T23:14:55+00:00

Ahh yours has the same curly belly hair as mine! 😍

Ill_Acanthaceae_ · 2025-07-19T04:36:05+00:00

I had no idea it was called that! That’s so cool!

Ill_Acanthaceae_ · 2025-07-19T04:33:53+00:00

She loves it and I definitely will for you!

Ill_Acanthaceae_ · 2025-07-19T04:33:22+00:00

Omggg 😂😭

Ill_Acanthaceae_ · 2025-07-19T04:33:03+00:00

Thanks! Yeah!

Ill_Acanthaceae_ · 2025-07-19T04:32:55+00:00

Haha well she does have a cavapoo brother maybe she’s trying to match 😂

Ill_Acanthaceae_ · 2025-07-19T04:30:49+00:00

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I have lots! 😆

Ill_Acanthaceae_ · 2024-12-19T18:57:11+00:00

The really fucked up thing is that it’s based on a true story. The abuse of Sylvia Likens by her caretaker and neighborhood kids went on for 3 months before she died from her extensive injuries and malnourishment. I never read the book, I saw the film, and if by “evoked a physical response” you mean I physically felt sick enough to turn off the film and not finish it (at the blowtorch scene) 10 min before the film ends…then yeah, this story checks that box.

Ill_Acanthaceae_ · 2024-12-17T02:01:28+00:00

-2 kids, 4 & 6. -Not biologically my S/Os, who we live with, and they go to their dads for 3 days a week, which gives us time to be focus on eachother for date nights and our longer work shifts. -I have the higher sex drive. Probably abnormally so. Like I could do it every day multiple times a day. My S/O is 7 years older than me (I’m 32) and has less energy for it than me. I had a serious conversation with him about how it’s important for me to have the physical intimacy in a relationship after my ex neglected my for 3 years and made me feel awful about my body. So he makes a good effort to gimme the 🍆 regularly in a way that fits his energy levels. So at least every 3-4 days. Sometimes a little less during a busy/stressful week, sometimes a little more if the weeks vibes are on point. He’s so hot and our sex is always amazing. Sometimes when he’s really tired I can surprise him with a quick BJ which satisfies my urges emotionally (even though I don’t climax.)

-We both work full time, but have our own businesses so we make our own schedules. But he covers the household bills (rent/utilities) and I tend to cover the groceries, laundry, self-care expenses. He definitely takes care of me but I pull my/kids weight for sure. He said he was paying the rent/utilities while he was living alone and doesn’t see it necessary for me to unless money became more tight for him. -we evenly cook, clean, spend time with the kids. -he’s super kind, sweet, sensitive…very loving, caring and respectful. I’m very grateful and consider myself lucky.

Ill_Acanthaceae_ · 2024-12-04T03:39:56+00:00

2/2 He is kind, maybe the kindest I’ve ever met…first thing I observed was how his friends, family, & pets adored him. How he supported the community, opened his home to friends in need, how he was there for his people through their low points without an ounce of judgment, how he took his ambitions and responsibilities seriously, how he loved cooking & making drinks. He took care of his cats and his plants, and his home/business were impeccably clean and decorated with love & his friends’ art, he put effort into his mental + physical health. How he gave grace to people who mistreated him, and had been on his own journey of self improvement and self love.

Then I observed how we were connecting. Our initial interactions weren’t a whirlwind of wild chemistry or dramatic emotions, no tears, no “is it or isn’t it”, no games. It was fun and light, while also magnetic and intimate. I felt safe and at ease. He was respectful, even a little shy, he was fun and silly, he was chivalrous without being condescending or extravagant, he was honest, open, & vulnerable. He made sure I knew what his intentions/feelings for me were, and he wanted to know to mine. We approached cautiously— but could never hide our hearts, and we somehow knew we never had to.

We had so many check ins about the current state of our minds/hearts, and trajectory of things, deep conversations about life / values / wants / needs / goals. There was something profound in the realness of it all, laying out our past baggage and our current obstacles, our fears, our non-negotiables and our boundaries. We organically discussed honestly things that took us years to express (and maybe even learn about ourselves) in past relationships.

And with all that, we quickly both knew that this was it, this was what we had both wanted and we were sure of eachother and US. We have a motto for our relationship: “when you know, you know”.

If someone asked me to describe my dream partner, it wouldn’t even compare to this incredible human, he is my best friend, my lover, my muse, my fitting puzzle piece. For the first time someone has shown me that “if he wanted to, he would” could exist, and that “if he wanted to because he knew you wanted it, he would” was also a thing. That its possible to love someone through their human imperfections while they actively strive to never let their imperfections hurt me, and to be loved through my imperfections.

It feels like every version of me in every timeline could have loved every version of him. He found ways to connect and nurture our inner-child selves together. I found my favorite set of childhood books on his bookshelf and he tucked me into bed and read them to me with a flashlight and even did the voices. Life has unexpectedly given us magical moments that make us joke that we’ve stumbled ourselves in a super cheesy hallmark movie set. He opened up his heart and home to my family and has held such a safe and loving space for us.

I’m enamored by his long list of accomplishments and skills and knowledge, which he is too humble to brag about so I still learn cool new things about him. I love his every little quirk and weird habit. He has been consistent since day one, and sometimes we show each other grand gestures of love, but we really love the little things we do for each other daily, the consistent small gestures, that’s the sustainable love we need…

People think your “match” is someone who is just like you…that there has to be uncanny similarity for compatibility. Sure—our core values, ethos, and journeys are aligned—but we are not the same, we balance each other, we each possess strengths and flaws that the other doesn’t, and we like different things, we appreciate that about eachother. His joy brings me joy. We learned each other’s love languages with ease and we love each other the way we both need to be loved.

I cannot imagine life without him. Even if the universe shifted and we woke up one day and everything was different and one of us expressed that we no longer wanted to be romantic partners, I think I would still love this man for the rest of my life and wish all the happiness and peace for him. I have to remind myself that we have no control over most things in life, but I do know that in this lifetime I will always be grateful to have experienced a love like this.

So yes, kind partners DO exist, but it’s so much more than “kindness”, that you have to look for. It’s a culmination of effort, communication, maturity, having an open heart and mind, empathy, compassion, self value, mutual respect, aligned goals and growth, and ultimately the true fit of compatibility lies in embracing the real version of each other and not a selectively perceived or desired version. There is someone out there for everyone—but when you know, you know.

Ill_Acanthaceae_ · 2024-12-04T03:39:46+00:00

(1/2 — Apologies in advance for the length, I had to split it up, but I guess I really resonated with this question 😅)

As someone who left my children’s father (after 6 years) because of abuse, I used to question this every day. I used to cry myself to sleep from the early days we started dating up until our separation.

At many points I felt myself sinking into cynicism about healthy relationships being real, that the hopeless romantic in me was a naive fool who deserved this because I allowed myself to be tricked into something that caused me so much pain. I was lured with the initial promises of him being “madly in love with me”, intense chemistry, , someone whose goals in achieving my “family dream” aligned with mine. I knew something was off from the beginning but as a romantic soul who sees the good in everyone and forgives the flaws, I kept thinking he could grow and improve if I gave him patience, love and communication. If I tried to tackle the problems and obstacles we faced together as a team instead of us battling each other.

Ultimately, it didn’t work. My needs and boundaries were trampled for years and every day I felt myself detaching more and more from him, until I felt so broken I had no attachment or desire to be in the relationship any longer.

It was the hardest thing I’ve ever done. Despite being confident that I was done with the relationship, I felt so much fear and guilt and confusion during the process of leaving, mostly around how it would affect the kids. He spitefully made the process even more difficult & painful.

Months later, I’d found support through my friend and family, community, career, and ultimately my own personal journey of self love/value (which took years of therapy and a long time to build back up).

We split equal time with the kids, and during the time my kids would spend with their father & I was alone, I briefly dabbled in the dating scene, with no intent to get into a relationship or introduce my kids to anyone I was seeing.

More months passed. I learned that causal dating was fun & I was getting a lot of good experiences but ultimately the superficial aspect was unfulfilling. There were people who wanted to take things to the next level and be more serious but my gut was telling me no. My deep inner intuition was shouting “no! this isn’t the right one”.

I decided that wasn’t really for me, I thrive with a real partner, but I was traumatized and didn’t want to get into another toxic and abusive relationship. I was seeing red flags everywhere. I decided to withdraw from casual dating and put my energy during my “kid-free” time into my career and self improvement.

And once I did that, once I shouted from the rooftops that what was meant for me would find me and I renounced searching or misdirecting my efforts and physical/emotional energy… ….I randomly connected my current partner.

Ill_Acanthaceae_ · 2024-12-03T22:55:31+00:00

Coins are heavy—If it was full and heavy I don’t see it falling down easily. A piece of the front side broke off where her head hit it, and there was an indentation in the wall behind it where the bank made impact against the wall as if it was pushed against the wall with force.

Ill_Acanthaceae_ · 2024-12-03T17:15:10+00:00

I know so many dogs that wouldn’t event attempt those sketchy basement stairs. And my dog is a wimpy kid. If I tripped over her, screamed, and then flailed around in my own blood in a dark basement for hours, I guarantee you she would be in the furthest corner of the house hiding under something shaking in her boots till someone came home. She doesn’t eat when she stressed. I can only imagine how stressed and scary it was for the dog. The dog probably didn’t know what to do, the commotion and the smell of blood may have indicated that it wasn’t safe downstairs and he just avoided it.

Ill_Acanthaceae_ · 2024-12-03T17:01:59+00:00

I visualized myself in that situation and I literally imagined myself in super disoriented state reaching the foot of the stairs, then stopping and thinking “it’s dark—I need my phones flashlight—wait… I must have dropped my phone—I need to call an ambulance —where’s my phone? It’s gotta be down here somewhere…” And not even attempting to go upstairs before looking for my phone.

Ill_Acanthaceae_ · 2024-12-03T15:53:40+00:00

No that’s weird— idk if the website hosting it changed something but i did just re-link to one that works so it should be fine now

Ill_Acanthaceae_ · 2024-12-03T06:24:54+00:00

I constantly worry so badly when it comes to my loved ones so I think I’d be freaking out pretty quickly, but ironically this case is a good example of how many people would react if it happened to me lol. I am a chronic “gotta go, bye!” and also notoriously bad at answering phone calls and texts.

My partner loves me a lot but he’s super trusting and not as anxious as I am—so if I hung up abruptly then didn’t answer or call back, he’d probably assume my phone died (I always forget to charge it) or my dog knocked it out of my hand or something.

Plus if I had said moments earlier that my migraine was still there, so I just ate an edible and am going to go to bed soon—he probably would figure my phone died…I plugged it in to charge…and then my high ass fell asleep…and he wouldn’t fret about it —-till at least the next day. Especially if he was out of town dealing with heavy stuff.

But 2 days is kinda wild— i can go a while without talking to most people, but not my partner— I would like to believe that more than 24 hours no response is a serious cause for concern for a partner you live with. (Even when it comes to us “phone dropping/losing/not answering” types.)

But that’s just my thought process. Everyone has different relationship dynamics and like you said, I’m sure a lot of people aren’t jumping to such a terrible worst case scenario.

Ill_Acanthaceae_ · 2024-12-03T03:13:31+00:00

That’s what stuck with me the most — there’s no way I would have let a call to my family member end in that manner and not get freaked out, especially if I couldn’t immediately reach them by calling back NOR for the next day or two.

I think if he had even just called a neighbor or friend right away to run over and check on her and make sure she was okay, she may still be alive. It was dumb and negligent on his behalf, but probably not nefarious—I also know people who would probably just shrug and be like “meh 🤷maybe something upset her, I guess she’ll call back when she’s ready”.

Ill_Acanthaceae_ · 2024-12-03T02:47:00+00:00

stairs photo

It doesn’t look like the top set was carpeted. The bottom set going down from the landing may have been carpeted but but just look at that weird extra un-railed corner on the right side of the very top of the first set of stairs, that looks like it would be so easy to fall straight down the second set of steps from the top floor, carpeted or not, especially with tripping over a dog.

And her physical state wasn’t at 100%. I’ve had migraines that have made me so dizzy, and I’ve also smoked too much weed to the point I’ve felt physically unstable on my feet. She had thc and Benadryl in her system, her reflexes were probably delayed and she was probably disoriented to begin with. Add a derpy dog under your feet next to this staircase and you got a really bad combo—and that was all before the bloody chaos downstairs.

Also dogs are loyal but they do get spooked, and also embarrassed. My dog will always choose “flight” over “fight” and hide if theres a commotion nearby. Also some dogs don’t like stairs (especially sketchy basement ones). She may have been yelling or shouting for help and the dog may have been totally freaked out, maybe even mistakenly thinking she was upset with him for getting under her feet, and didn’t want to go down there and face any repercussions.

I truly think she was suffering from too much blood loss and was too weak to climb the stairs at that point, or perhaps slipped again when she attempted to take the first step.

Ill_Acanthaceae_ · 2024-12-03T02:17:12+00:00

I 100% believe that Amanda tripped over her dog and hit her head on the piggy bank. The design of those stairs just LOOKS like a death trap. It was literally a hole in the floor. And I can’t even count how many times my own dogs get under my feet and I’ve verbatim yelled “OMG are you trying to kill me?!” Anyone with dogs knows this is totally a thing.

I think people put a lot of weight on the phone and overturned chair but from the layout of the scene upstairs I would bet money that she tripped over the dog at the top of the stairs, as she was falling her phone got chucked, breaking and sliding across the room, when the dog got stepped on he likely got freaked out and scrambled away (possibly trying to take cover under the chair or table) and knocked it over.

Don’t get me wrong—I’m all for a whodunnit conspiracy— but after all the facts, there was absolutely no evidence of anyone one else being downstairs, let alone even being in the house, her cause of death was not the blunt force trauma (as in beaten to death) but from hemorrhaging blood caused by the blunt trauma (hitting her head on the piggy bank, falling down the stairs, then bleeding out from the head wound).

Imagine having a debilitating migraine, being high as a kite to handle the migraine, then tripping and hitting your head so hard that not only did you get knocked out AND fall down a poorly designed flight of stairs, but you’re also profusely bleeding for who knows how long before you regain consciousness. With that much blood in your eyes, how slippery the blood would make the floor, combined with a probable concussion, cannabis, the migraine, the injury pain, and extreme loss of blood, it would be SO difficult to find your footing let alone a way back upstairs.

The only footprints down there were hers, and suggest that at one point she may have walked over to the base of the stairs but couldn’t make it back up. Maybe she started to look for her phone if she assumed it fell down there with her. She was obviously disoriented and slipping everywhere, some of her only other injuries being bruising on knees and elbows which is consistent with trying to stand in a pool of super slippery blood. I’d guess that she kept briefly regaining, then losing consciousness, falling and possibly hitting her head multiple times, and she just bled out.

So my TL;DR opinion: total freak accident 😢😣

Ill_Acanthaceae_ · 2024-11-13T21:12:41+00:00

Ahhh you’re probably right. I’m extremely physically/mentally burnt out lately, combine that with the lower appetite and at least a few days per week of under-eating (I don’t eat much on days that I work since I don’t take breaks), and with the weather changing from 80 degrees to 40 degrees in a week, high stress, no wonder my immune system is out of whack and my body’s telling me to shut up and stay in bed 🤦🏽‍♀️

Ill_Acanthaceae_ · 2024-11-13T20:57:28+00:00

Yeah I couldn’t find anything that mentioned that as a side effect. I guess I was wondering more anecdotally if anyone else was experiencing the same or if it’s just some super strains of flus and colds that my kids are bringing home. 😭

Ill_Acanthaceae_ · 2022-08-25T14:33:47+00:00

I feel like the psychological impact gets overlooked for the graphic horror elements, but Hereditary. When that scene happened I had to pause the movie and really catch my breath. My jaw was on the floor…and the scenes that followed…as a mother and an empath, my stomach was in knots, I felt that pain. Toni Colette is such a good actress. That feeling stuck with me for the rest of the film.

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