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Men yes or no for a woman you favor or whatnot.

Gold and royal pink combo on a dress, I'm also gonna make a gold and black one tomorrow, although black and gold I've been working on for a while and I'm experimenting new combos, I also have a purple and gold combo in the making but again, I've worked with both of those as well, I know those look good but what about pink and gold, yes or no?

I can't show the front cause of brand purposes, so this isn't a promo, just asking for opinions on the color combinations on the dress, I don't know why it's blurry tho

All my life, I reacted to bugs the same way, which is to squash them at the first sight of them. I've only ever let bees go but if they land on me, I don't think, I just squash.

I've had girls when I was young literally cry over me killing an ant, and I'm like "it's a bug, not a dog". Only 1 student agreed that killing an ant doesn't matter.

I have a girlfriend and she got angry with me when I told her of this. She gave the old adage of "pick it up", i am not touching a bug and putting it outside just ensures that they come back in with friends, the next day, making the infestation 10 times worse in hours instead of stepping on it now and calling it a day.

Am I the a-hole?

As an infj im kinda realizing that im not too keen on small talk. Been Like this practically my whole life. I don’t really mind it in the beginning when talking with people but eventually i would want to delve a bit deeper into topics.

wbu?

I've done some thinking and I've realized that my parents never raised me. They provided all the time but they didn't teach me things, spend time with me and when they did, my father never had 1 nice word, and when I say not 1 nice word, I mean not 1 nice word.

Every time, he scolds me over the tiniest thing and side-eye's at me, praying he finds something to scold me for again.

My mom is entirely submissive to him and joins in, despite her actually showing that she cares for me, unlike my dad who if my mom left him, would've been more than happy to leave me and my brother to fend for ourselves.

For this reason, it has been 16 years since I ate at a dinner table with them. I always took food to my room to avoid my fathers threats to beat me, him yelling at me me to shut up when I asked how his day was, and since my mom always got home hours after he did, he could treat me as bad as he wanted.

Once I grew and started going to the gym, his threats stopped. But his scolding remains, I dream of punching him in the face and telling him he's the worst father in the world.

I'm at my wits end with my father, I hate being around him, he's angry, he never says one nice thing and he's even gone as far as to ask my mother if I even need my medicine for my Cystic Fibrosis.

I am only just now realizing on my own, all that I missed out on from them giving up on me making it to 20 years old when I was born with Cystic Fibrosis. I love my mother, she's stood by me through everything but she just didn't have it in her to raise me at all.

She never even tried to raise me, she just insulted me until I was too big. And once I became a gun owner, he became afraid of me.

He should be, he pressed his hand against my head, calling me an embarrassment of a son and warning me not to test him as his breath reeked of beer one night camping when I was 11. If he did that again now, I'd show him who the weak one always was: Him

Did your parents raise you?