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worldoffanficskpopcpop · 4 years

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EXO Reaction to their Wife being Pregnant

Xiumin: It was Christmas when you were planning on telling Xiumin that he was going to be a father. The two of you have been married for about three years and every moment was amazing. Xiumin enjoyed having you to himself without having to share with anybody but lately, he has been dropping hints here and there about wanting to have a kid. Though the two of you have talked about having a kid in the near future, there was never really a plan that was created. You had found out that you were pregnant around a couple of weeks before Christmas and thought it would be the perfect time to tell Minseok. Putting a little sonogram that you had received from the doctor’s appointment into a little box and wrapping it up in a pastel color box, you were very excited to surprise your lovely doting husband. When Christmas Eve rolled around, the two of you had hosted a family and friends party. Everyone was having the time of their lives, not knowing about the surprise you had planned. During the gift exchange, you told Minseok to close his eyes, open the box and show the picture to everyone. He did exactly as you said and slowly raised the picture up for everyone to see. The only sounds that surround the room were “oohs” and “ahhs.”

“Babe, can I open my eyes now?” Xiumin asked excitedly as he waits for your cue.

When you gave him the okay, he opened his eyes and look down at the content. Looking at you immediately, his widening eyes were filled with joy and happiness with a thin line of tears.

“We’re having a baby… My baby is having a baby”

Suho: Junmyeon was always fond of the idea that one day, you and he were going to have kids running around, kicking and screaming their heads off. To him, that idea is his dream and he couldn’t wait. Sure, the two of you have talked about having kids and planned every single detail to make sure that they are brought up in the best environment possible, the process of conceiving one was hard. Though it’s been a long time of trying, you were not blessed with a child just yet. Both of you were frustrated but Junmyeon never let that show around you. He never dared to blame you and never made you feel like you couldn’t conceive one. Always coming home with a sweet soft smile on his face, he would sometimes bring you your favorite pastry or flowers to cheer you up. That man knows exactly how to lift up your spirits. It was now during April, your birthday, and God were you sick. It wasn’t like you to be sick either. Usually, your immune system is like an iron that no virus can destroy. Junmyeon decided to take you to the doctors since he can’t stand seeing you so ill. That was when the two of you found out that you were expecting a child. You have never seen Junmyeon’s eyes so big and his smile look like it would tear his face. He gave you a big giant hug, almost tearing up.

“We did it, y/n. We finally are going to be parents! I love you so much and thank you for this amazing gift.”

Lay: Yixing is known to be a hard working man and you have always admired that about him. Although it might seem that he is always working, he has longed for a child with you. The two of you decided to wait for a bit until Yixing’s career slowed down a bit. Now, he is working at his own studio and creating amazing songs. It was October and that means his birthday is coming up soon. As a little surprise, you have prepared a party with his family and friends. All of the EXO members were flying out to China to celebrate with him. You did not tell them either so all 8 of them are going to be in a big surprise. It was the day of Yixing’s birthday and you had banished him from the house for a little while. The cake delivery was coming soon and you had your friends helping you decorate the place. Soon the exo members arrived and they put their gifts down on the dining table. You pulled back all of the curtains in the apartment, revealing a beautiful night sky filled with stars. Soon Yixing was calling you, asking if it was okay to come home. You gave him the okay and was curious as to why he wasn’t asking about why he was not allowed to be at home for the day. After the call, everyone took their place and hide. 5 minutes later, the door open and comes in Yixing. Everyone jumped out of their hiding place and sang him happy birthday. He stood there at the door in shock and soon showed a smile.

“Baby, you threw me a party?”

“Yep and I have an announcement to make,” you said while walking over to a place where everyone can see you.

“Hello everyone! Thank you for coming to our humble apartment to celebrate Yixing’s birthday. I have an announcement that I would like to make. Yixing and I are expecting a child soon!”

Right at that words, everyone’s jaw dropped to the floor. Looking over to Yixing, you could see him slowly making his way over to you with his arms open. He looked like he was going to cry.

“Baobei, this is the most amazing thing you have ever told me. Thank you for this amazing birthday present.”

Baekhyun: It was a typical Saturday and the both of you were lying in bed cuddling each other, talking about random topics. Then, the topic of kids and the future came up.

“Babe, how many kids do you want?” Baekhyun asked before kissing your forehead.

“I don’t know, maybe 2 or 3. How about you, Baek?”

“I’m fine with however many as you would like. I was just thinking how nice it would be to have kids running into our room and waking us up,”

“Oh dear, Baek. They would most definitely have a loud voice. I would never get peace and quiet,” you said while chuckling. Baekhyun also let out a giggle and cuddle you closer.

“But since you brought it up, I have something to tell you. I’m pregnant.”

Baekhyun’s head shot up immediately and he quickly sat up.

“Are you serious, y/n? We’re having a baby?”

You nodded your head and Baekhyun tackled you into a hug.

“You’re pregnant! I gotta go tell my parents and the members!” He grabbed his phone and started to call everyone and screaming at them about how he is going to be a dad. Oh boy, you are in for a handful.

Chen: The country of Korea was buzzing with excitement and stress as they prepare for Chuseok, Korean thanksgiving day. You and Jongdae were cooking for your guys’ families coming over to celebrate. There was food to be made, outfits to be worn, and money to be packed into tiny red envelopes. By the time the two of you had finished making the food, it was already 10 pm and you had to be up early the next day. As you headed to your bedroom to set both yours and chen’s hanboks on the rack, he came out of the master bathroom wearing a face mask.

“Babe! Wear one with me! We need to look our best for tomorrow! Plus it’s fun!” Your husband said while showing his adorable cat-like smile. After preparing your outfits for tomorrow, you walked over to your skincare drawer to grab a face mask then headed back to your bed where chen could be seen laying down while watching tv, waiting for you. The night soon passed with the two of you cuddling each other to sleep. Morning came and your alarm woke you up at 6 am. You looked next to your husband only to be met with his precious sleeping face. Today is going to be a big one for him and your guys families. Today, you felt nice so you let him sleep in for awhile longer while you got ready. After putting on your hanbok, you went near his side of the bed and gently wake him up. Soon, his and your families arrived and the holiday had officially begun. While everyone started to hand out red envelopes, his grandmother gave one to you and said “may you have a child this year.” Little did she know you were able to announce it.

“Excuse me! I would like to get everyone’s attention for just a second. As you may know, Jongdae and I have been together for a few years now. Since it is the holidays, I have a little surprise for him.” You said and handed him a red envelope. He gave you a suspicious look and took a peek inside. There was no money as it usually was but a little paper. Chen pulled it out of its shelter and read the card out loud.

“Congratulations, you’re going to be a father,” he said and immediately went straight to looking at you. “Babe, are you serious?!” you nodded and he automatically went to hugging you while everyone started to clap, excited for the little bundle of energy to get here.

Chanyeol: It was May 5th and you had some plans for your husband of two years, Chanyeol. You have decided to plan a little date at Lotte World, a perfect place to celebrate Children's Day. Chanyeol was super excited when you had told him the plans that you had but you never mentioned what was the occasion. Once you two had gotten there, you could see parents with their children jumping around, happy to be at the park. You couldn’t differentiate between your husband and the children since he had the same energy levels as them. It was rather cute and endearing to see him living his child self. After a whole day of running around and playing, he took you to a cafe within the park.

“Thanks for planning today, love. I had a really good time,” Chan said while giving you a kiss on your forehead. “Of course! After all, we should celebrate today’s holiday”

“What holiday?” He looked at you confused. “Children’s day!” As soon as you said that, Chanyeol let out a laugh.

“Babe, we don’t have kids yet unless you’re referring to me as a kid”

“Not yet at least. Within the next year, we will have someone new to celebrate Children’s Day with.” Chanyeol looked at you confused for a second until it came to his mind.

“YOU’RE PREGNANT?!” He shouted. Everyone nearby looked at him weirdly. You nodded and his tear ducts started working. Chan stood up from his chair, went to yours and kneeled down to put his head on your lap. He cried out of happiness while you lovingly stroke his hair. He was going to be a great father, you just know it.

D.O: Kyungsoo had planned a vacation to Costa Rica, a place you haven’t been back since your freshman year of high school. You’ve always mentioned wanting to go back there and he had a month off so it worked out perfectly. You two landed in San Jose and stayed at the Four Seasons Resort at Peninsula Papagayo. The small bungalow was surrounded by the ocean and forests nearby. It was the most beautiful scenery you have never seen. Your high school trip couldn’t possibly compare to the view and person you get to make new memories with. Kyungsoo then took you to a five star restaurant to celebrate your first night.

“Let’s get a bottle of wine to celebrate, sweetheart” Kyungsoo said while looking at the menu.

“Um, I am not feeling wine”

“Really? You love wine though”

“There’s something I haven’t told you.” As soon as you said that, he looked up at you through his glasses.

“I’m pregnant,” you timidly said and he let out a big heart smile.

“Are you serious babe? How far?”

“2 months but I only found out like last week”

“I’m so happy. Thank you for giving me such a precious gift. Now we really have something to celebrate on our vacation,” he said while looking fondly at you.

Kai: The two of you were currently sitting at the dining table, looking at Kai’s laptop for a new place. Jongin didn’t know whether to get a house or an apartment. You and Nini had grown out of your small, shared 1-bedroom apartment. Though it was pretty big for the two of you, you wanted a bigger space for your kids.

“Honey, what about this one?” Jongin pointed a cute house, 30 minutes from Seoul and was in a secluded area.

“Oh that’s perfect! It has 4 bedrooms, a room for a nursery, rooms for our offices!”

“Perfect then let’s make an appointment to see the house”

A couple of days later, you and Jongin had walked around the house and signed the mortgage for it. In just a couple of months, you two were starting to move in. While out shopping, you came across the baby section.

“Babe, can we go look in there?” You asked Jongin, who was busy looking at some weird table decorations.

“Honey, I know you’re excited to decorate the kids’ room but we don’t even have a baby yet”

“Well, not until May”

“What do you mean?”

“I’m pregnant!”

Jongin looked at you like you were just telling them that you had won the lottery.

“Are you serious or are you serious?”

“Babe, I’m serious!” He let out a huge smile and grabbed your hand. “I guess we have a nursery to decorate now don’t we”

Sehun: It was a Sunday and Sehun had today off. He had decided to take you out on a boba date at this cute dog cafe that had just opened a few days ago. The both of you walked into the small cafe hand in hand and was met with a couple of dogs jumping up at your guys’ legs. You went down on your knees to pet the little white dog that started to lick your hand.

“Babe, let’s not sit at the entrance,” Sehun said to you while laughing. He helped you stand up and went down to sit at a booth while you ordered both of your drinks. You sat down with yours and Sehun’s drink and started to drink yours. As soon as the liquid hit your throat, you started to feel nauseous and quickly ran to the bathroom. You threw up all of the reminding food in your stomach and went back down to sit across your husband, who had a look of terror on his face.

“Are you okay, y/n?” He looked at you concerned. You love boba so why did you just throw up.

“Yea, I’m fine. I guess the baby does not like bubble tea”

“What baby. We don’t have a bab- wait. Are you pregnant?” You nodded and he stared at you with a blank expression. Sehun then picked up a dog and said, “did you hear that? I’m going to be a father!” His smile overtook his face while he conversed with the doggies on his lap. Boy, you are going to have to take care of two babies.

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prorevenge · 5 years

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Contract Negotiations in a Second Language

This one's a bit bit, sorry for the length, I've tried to cut it down... hard to do without losing some twists and turns in the story. Hope you think it's worth it, I sure do!

TLDR @ the End.

I work in China as an English teacher. There are hundreds of great jobs out here, but at least an equal portion of people trying to screw you in every way possible. Each company I've worked with has been an education in paperwork, contract negotiations, and leverage. 6 years in, I'd like to think I'm finally getting the hang of it. 6 years working here isn't unheard of, but it's rare, and my level of education/job experience (plus standard white face) sells for quite a premium here.

At this private school I'm one of 3 foreign teachers, a job that carries a lot of prestige locally, and brings in a lot of students (read $$$), as only certain schools are even permitted to hire foreigners and even less can afford/find them. During recruitment periods, parents are paraded into my classroom, and I'm sometimes given bonuses because of how often I'm complimented on my energy, teaching style, even handsomeness (this matters in China... I'm NOT handsome, but white in rural China is auto-handsome). The other foreign teachers here are African--and yes, there's a substantial racial bias, and they get paid much less. I've chosen this school, because it's got the lowest cost of living area with the highest offered salary---but most importantly the highest amount of free time. I work about 20 hours per week, save 70% of my salary, and spend the rest traveling. I had negotiated a VERY competitive salary. I also signed a non-standard contract that I had personally edited. I was proud of myself... at least until....

I arrived at the school and the international staff liaison immediately asked me to sign their 'standard contract'--the earlier one was a mistake, and couldn't be submitted for my visa. I now knew this was one of "those schools" I'd heard stories... they would do anything to screw over the 老外 (foreigner). I pulled up my big-boy britches. ... I needed to be prepared. ... I wasn't...

Initially, I didn't even read the "standard contract," it offered me only 2/3's of my agreed upon salary, so I told them to update that. They returned (days later) and I read it--a horrific document that would lose me: my Christmas holiday (a great luxury in China), my salaried status (a shift to per/class pay with no pay for canceled classes), and even allow them to charge me if I leave without finishing my contract. More terrifying still? "additional 'activities' or 'events' could be assigned without pay or notice" apparently at any time. The contract would also require me to locate another foreign teacher 'replacement' before allowing me to sever employment, and prevented me from leaving this school for any competing school in China.

"Everyone signs it!" was chanted at me by four separate workers (all of the English speakers in the building), each appalled that I was arguing. I informed them "I'm not everyone. We'll stick to my contract."

(I found out later, everyone apparently does sign it. They just don't bother following it. The other foreign teachers just run away on payday. The school has lost more than 10 teachers this way.)

Four individual attempts were made to rewrite the "standard" contract to include what I had negotiated for. Each new version left out new things... (I hate to ignore Hanlon's Razor: "Never attribute to malice that which is adequately explained by stupidity." , but we were approaching the edge of Occam's Razor here... "The simplest explanation is usually true.") God, I prayed they were only stupid! By the end, I simply wrote the contract using their format.

Except by then we were 6 months into the school year. Operating that long without an official contract in China is dangerous, and can allow the government to seize my 'illegal wages.' But there were just 3 more months until summer vacation... except...

that's when the school decided that they didn't want to pay my summer salary. Now my paperwork clearly said that I was a salaried employee, and that I was to be paid whether they had classes or not. Summer had no classes, I pointed out, but I still get paid. ... I hadn't anticipated them creating a summer school just to give me classes. But, the dates for 'summer holiday' wasn't specified, so I lost three weeks of my vacation to their "summer classes." At the meeting where I debated the ambiguities in the contract, seeking some discussion, a meeting of the minds, the boss lady simply demanded, "Will you comply with the contract you signed or not?" [This remains the most English and the only grammatical English she's ever spoken within my hearing.]

Would I do what I signed up for? Fuck. ... I would.

...but contract negotiations were already starting... for the school year (by now) beginning in only two months. I hadn't been prepared before, but I was determined to get my 3 weeks back.

The initial plan was to set my demands so high that eventually insisting on getting 3 weeks vacation or 3 weeks extra pay would seem reasonable. I rejected the three contracts they offered me (each one a version I had already seen and refused the year before), the foreign staff liaison (FL) suggested that I again write the contract myself, so I would be happy with it. I sighed, and uttered , "好吧," (a reluctant "Fine.") Don't mind if I do!

I had three contract versions sent to them by the end of the day. (They were just modified versions of my last 3 employers)-- but they were written in amateur and heavy English legalese. Poor ESL (English Second Language) workers never had a chance. They balked.

Now, my email clearly explained that each contract offered different benefits, each a separate option I'd accept: One gave me less classes/week, one provided substantial penalty fees for each week my salary was delayed, one insisted that my "holiday" salary for the year (3 months) be paid immediately. Additional benefits tossed in at random: sick days, penalties for not giving notice of canceled classes/holidays, (as opposed to the less than 24 hours notice I'd heretofore received). I even added my water/electric bill, cafeteria meal card, and internet to the list.

Overwhelmed by the complexity of the documents... FL asked for the 3 to be combined into a single document. I did, again reminding them that they contained several options, and this time adding that it was really an initial negotiating position. I'm quite certain that reminder was never read. Well, I combined the documents... every potentially reasonable request I had managed to concoct over 2 months was thrown together into the final draft.

I imagine FL having a quiet heart attack upon reading it, knowing sending it to the boss was akin to a suicide attempt. That's when they stopped paying me.

I had now agreed to working one summer month [okay, 3 weeks] "free" (as it should have been a holiday), and now I had worked another month, but payday arrived without them paying my salary... my legal options were pretty unknown to me, it's not my legal system, and I can barely parse a Chinese sentence, much less read legalese... I continued to work, and occasionally remind them about needing paid... as I neared two months behind in salary... we began "negotiations."

These contract negotiations were more stressful than any breakup I've ever had: First, I would be called into the office, berated at for being ungrateful (usually) for hours, have it explained that I was being unreasonable, told precisely how much each of the workers in the office made (fractions of my salary), and then asked to make some concessions, ... I told them they'd receive concessions only if they made some proportionate concessions on their end. (This is China. None of the people I was talking to were authorized to make any concessions, they were just aware the boss lady/owner (HRH-- Her Royal Highness) was NOT HAPPY with my requests [or perhaps would be not happy?--I still don't know if/when she read the contract]) But there was nothing they could do... I started playing games on my laptop while waiting for them to run out of stamina. I wracked up 120+ hours on the game. Wake up. Go to class. Go to meetings. Get yelled at. Lunch break, go home, nap, return in the afternoon for a repeat performance. Had this for an entire two weeks with little variation... well sometimes the meetings were before class, sometimes the meetings were after. Variety is the spice of life! I began to look forward to classes, as they were a reason to escape "meetings."

Finally, someone must have decided I wasn't going to budge, and the contract was sent to the boss for approval. My demands had been shuffled, reworded, and buried in paragraphs--but the content was largely unchanged.

HRH immediately made a (6+ hour) trip to the school from Beijing for our meeting. Upon her arrival HRH stood for a photo session with me, I was given chocolates, wine, the (ceremonial) position of vice principal, and the promise of a raise. (I hadn't even considered a raise! I made way too much for the region as it was! But it'd been promised, so I added it into my next draft.) The meetings lasted 3 days on and off. (Although my time with her was less than 3 hours total, because we were constantly interrupted by investors, new students, parents, etc.)

On the third day, I left the meeting (for lunch) with the regretful promise that I would begin looking for work elsewhere. I already had four interviews scheduled for the afternoon.

No sorry, I couldn't possibly return to the meetings, I've already scheduled an interviews until 4. Yes, I know, it's important, but I've already scheduled the meeting. ... Okay... okay... No. I have a meeting. .... Yes. I understand. ... No, I still have a meeting... I'll come over immediately after. ... Oh, HRH wants to talk? ... Sorry, still have an interview. ... No, I won't cancel... Yes, HRH is very very busy... well, it's very kind of you to (finally) give me that promised raise, but I have promised to have these meetings, and I keep my promises. Buh-bye.

[Between interviews] I'm sorry. I have an interview now, and can't answer your direct messages, but yes, some sick days is reasonable... I've g2g... That'd be nice... The Wechat [Chinese skype/facebook] call is starting. Buh-bye.

I arrived to a very different meeting. My boss was sitting in a room of 6 police officers with a pile of money on the table bigger than a large suitcase. I was certain she was paying them to arrest me. 'Oh fuck,' I thought. 'HRH is real fucking hardcore. What the fuck was I doing?'

I was told that I wasn't allowed to leave the school, that my contract only allowed me to work for her. I agreed that might be the case, (suddenly, I was in a very agreeable mood) and asked if I could read that part in the contract I'd signed. She picked up the contract and began scanning. The contract said no such thing, but her face never changed as she scanned the substantially altered "standard" contract. Everyone in the room pretended we weren't paying attention to her.

She finished scanning. There was a glance at the FL.

"Yes, you will only work for me." She asked me what the other schools were offering, salary-wise. I told her. She rounded up the number and tossed two wads of cash to me, and turned to continue her conversation with the police. "Bring his contract. We're signing it now." A worker snatched the money from my hands and counted out my (very late) salary.

The poor staff. They were still unprepared. (They brought the combined version of the contract that I'd emailed... my first 'final draft'.) HRH didn't even glance at it before signing. I got everything I could have thought to ask for. I celebrated for two weeks--in Thailand.

Epilogue: FL has an easier job (same pay) in a different school now. We're still not friends, but she told me she's grateful to not work here anymore. She won't say it's my fault, (that's not Chinese culture), but I'm 99.99% sure it is. I've bought her gifts, (2) until she stopped accepting them.

This year I promised no new demands in my contract... I just wanted my salary... ... but there were still some changes...

First, since I've accumulated an additional 80% of my yearly salary in fines, (they failed to pay my three months holiday salary up front). I've had my contract reviewed by a Chinese lawyer. It may be not eloquent, (online translated) Chinese, but it would hold up in court. To be honest though, I still feel bad about them signing that insane contract, so I'm holding to the stated intention in the penalties... This year, as an addendum I added: "As the penalty is meant to be corrective, rather than punitive, so long as my wages, and the wages of my fellow employees, are paid on time, the missing fines from last year will not be assessed. All fines will become due, including all subsequent late fees, if any teacher can demonstrate that they have not been paid by the 15th." I calculate that weekly fines will have pushed my punitive figures to 200%+ of my yearly salary by that time. They asked for one change-- I was the only staff member with Christmas off, and it was breeding resentment. Instead of Christmas and Christmas Eve, could I accept instead holiday days in lieu? I wrote the addendum myself. I wrote "Upon request of Party A, instead of the Christmas holiday, Party B will receive an additional 12 paid holiday days." 12.

The addendum was returned signed. I can only assume HRH is still not reading my contracts before signing.

I'm now up to 4 months paid holidays, and yesterday I sent the excel spreadsheet with the complete calculations of all fines from last year. There was a panic, until I restated the reminder that the fines will not be assessed so long as I can't validate any complaints about myself or my friends/co-workers not being paid on time. I was assured (again) it wouldn't ever happen.

TLDR: Boss in China screws me out of three weeks vacation, creating special "summer school classes" just to make me work, only possible because of a bad contract translation/ambiguity. So, I rewrite my contract next year- give myself a raise, three weeks of paid vacation, free meals, and nearly extortionate fees for late payments. I could demand 80% of my salary extra this year in penalties alone. Instead, I wrote myself in an additional two weeks of paid vacation. Going to see how long I can keep this up.

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shawnjacksonsbs · 5 years

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The "not-so" secret formula to my contentment. 9-8-19

"Nobody else can live the life you live. And even though no human being is perfect, we always have the chance to bring what's unique about us to live in a redeeming way." - Mr. Fred Rogers And that's all I am trying to do with my writings, my shares, my whole life really. My story may not be some great made for t.v. triumph, but in its uniqueness, it's important (and not just to me) that I share it, as I live it and grow in it. I look at as much of the negatives as I can, like more of an opportunity. Not always in the immediate heat of the moment sometimes, but I try. That's one of my life lessons I imagine will stay current with me each day as we move into our respective futures. Living resentlessly is pretty big. They say that resentments are the number one cause of relapse for people like me, as in, those recovered from or recovering from some type of addiction. I'm pretty sure I've dealt with most of all those toxicities that kept me so sick, albeit some not the way I wanted (whole other story lol). I try to live in such a way these days that I don't harbor any new resentments. Should something arise I can usually handle it pretty quickly. Because. . .as it. . . "TURNS OUT, RESENTMENT IS CORROSIVE AND I HATE IT." - Tony Stark Living in gratitude, being loving and as kind as humanly possible are pretty far up there in that formula as well. I'm secure in the fact that living with as much gratitude as I can works hand in hand with not keeping with the resentments on that end too. Trying to make good, right, and sound decisions doesn't hurt either. Nor does the whole truth-telling bit I have added to my life. Having to remember stupid ass lies all the time used to be exhausting, to say the least. Lol I sleep well every night knowing I am living the best way I know how, for me, and for those in my life, here, or at a distance. I ask myself "Did you do the best you could today?" If I answer yes, then I sleep good, and tomorrow is a new day. If I answer no, then I tell myself that I'll do better tomorrow. Apologize where I need to, then sleep good and tomorrow is a new day. Love me or hate me, that's on you. At least I know I keep it real and I'm sincere. We may not see eye to eye, but I always tell the truth as I see it, how it comes at me, and how it feels to my heart. A lot of people relate to me and plenty of them support me and my life decisions. My life is just that, my life. Your options are either take it or leave it. I'm not above reproach or even above criticism, but that's mainly for differences of opinions. Feel free to speak your mind at me and change my heart if you can. Moral issues and matters of the heart, I'm probably less likely to swerve on those, because they are personal to who I am, and who I've become. A very long hard road has brought me here and your approval, on those things are not needed. I no longer need acceptance from others to dictate who I am, at all, ever. I've never felt so sure about who I am, where I'm going or why, in all my life. A good, just, and positive life is for me. I can't imagine ever going back, or living as less, or even changing my perspectives, on much really, but I will always try to listen, or try if I can, to hear someone out, albeit it may be hard as I try to live as right as I can most of the time. Love and kindness always being on the forefront doesn't leave much room for anything you might say that might take away from that love and kindness, at least in that regard. The only other thing might be how I call people out on what I feel isn't right. If that's the case, you may be right, but I'm probably never not going to stand up to people who treat others in a bad way, and I will never stop standing up for what I believe is right, especially when it involves others being mistreated, whether grouped or individual. Granted I'm working on me, and better, more delicate ways to try and approach some of those issues because I am far, far from perfect. But I also feel a moral imperative responsibility to try something, because of how far I've come. Look it's real easy, if you want to be a part of my life then be prepared to be called out on shit like that. If you care about me we can talk about it. If there is no love from your side or mine, then the door swings out too. Peace out. The things in my heart, are much more important to me, and for the little people in my life to see from me, than what you may or may not not be agreeing with. I'm not saying that your way or ways are necessarily wrong, but if they aren't what I'm trying to live by and be an example of, then I'm probably not having it in my life. Especially if I deem them to be negative, in any way. You can do what you want, as can I and I will continue to live the absolute best way I know how. I finally got my moral compass to point true north. You may feel yours does too, but if I see yours slightly askew then all that means is, you and me, we ain't the same. That doesn't mean we can't have love for one another unless you see it differently. To me, it just means maybe we have some talks in our future and that sometimes it takes more than just blood to relate to someone. I'm super blessed to have so many who do see and feel things like I do, both blood relation and those who are not. I suppose most of this would be nil, if not so many people did relate and support me. If it was just love and/or respect, but it's not. I know in my heart where I stand. I mean keeping my moral compass pointing in this direction has served me pretty well the last several years. It attracts the right people into my life as I slowly eliminate any toxic people not ok with how I live my life, or how I see life. I'm pretty sure, people who know me, know I that don't want bad shit for anyone, but if negative people fall off my ship instead of learning the life lessons that exhume gratitude for everything, even the most difficult, then that not my fault. Finding the silver in everything now is never ever going to be something I feel shame over. I'm sorry if you feel attacked. I assure you that's not my intent. Sharing my story, which constantly is changing, isn't meant to be preachy or soap boxy. It's meant to be relatable or at least understandable. 'Nough said I think. I didn't mean to hijack the entry in this direction, but it is a blog about how I feel about things so. . .lol . . . So there's that. Saw this post the other day; ~{I was asked, "You're willing to lose friends over politics?!!" I said, "No. I'm willing to lose friends over morals. HUGE difference."}~ I felt that in my heart. Even though I didn't share that post, it is important to my internal peace so I thought I'd write about it because I assure you that its only a coincidence, the fact that sometimes its related to politics. The banter, debates, and popular post discussions are a huge fuel source for my writing. I keep them close. Those talks are part of what frame us. What frames my perspectives anyways. Like it makes the edges more defined. I do share in some talks outside of social media that do the same thing, but either way, it's what is needed to help keep my mind fresh, my writings intact, plus my emotional and mental health stable as well. "Wouldn't I be OUTSTANDING in that capacity.", although John Bender said that under a slightly different context, I think its fits for me here. I use what you guys fuel to give back to you as I see it and repeat the cycle, as it were. Thank you for that. Now to shuffle and deal myself a fair, and sane hand I'm going to have to plan a vacation to see my Washington people, hopefully, sooner rather than later. I miss them fools more than anyone knows. They hold a huge piece of my heart in theirs, from my Fence Specialists family to my extended "other" family, (my everything else out there family.) The ones I spent holidays with and shared in joys and some sorrows with. The universe alone knows how much I love and miss the lot of them. I think quite a bit about being back there with them, although I could never, ever give up what I have here, back home with my family. In a perfect world we could all live somewhere close to one another, those from Washington and my family here, but . . .What I've gained by being back, along with finally holding a place in my family is pretty close to untoppable. Therefore, because I will never not be able to have them in my life a visit is the balance I'm going to need, as I did in reverse for the last several years. Anyways, with a tear in my eye and the small pain tearing at my heart, I will move from this topic, for now. Visit soon, seriously, period, exclamation point, stop. Period. End of discussion. I imagine a big part of why I'm missing them harder recently is probably because of the holidays, birthdays, my 6-year dope free anniversary are all coming up quick, and for the first several years they were the ones celebrating them with me. Don't get me wrong, making these new memories is worth more than its weight in gold, but a lot of silvers were shared with them. Remember to share the love and the laughter with the world around you. And please, please always be kind where you can, to who you can, especially if you know they're struggling with anything. Our world could be so much more than it gets credit for, as too the people living on it. Compassion doesn't make you weak, it makes you brave as it takes courage to stand up to those who don't agree with it. Until next week; "There are three ways to ultimate success: The first way is to be kind. The second way is to be kind. The third way is to be kind." - Mr. Fred Rogers

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