BED BATH BEYOND Locations

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Author Note: The “-” turned to dots, so I guess those represent the inner monologues. Sorry folks. This is part three. I don't know how to link the both previous parts, but they are on my page. Link is for part 1. Enjoy part 3 C/W: Child Abuse, Domestic Violence “Why Don’t You Then.” - “Why don’t you then?” The last words she heard from me were spoken in anger. Why did I have to lose my patience? “Stop yelling at her,” Destiny tells her baby boy, Patrick. The yellow-tiled kitchen is well kept and well stocked. On the dining table sit sugar cookies layered over chocolate chip ones. The rising sun shines on a bird perched in the bay window, tweeting its song. �...

**To Bury a God** The Chronomancer Neh'bet stood motionless in the antechamber of the Sepulcher of Eternal Dominion, her chromatic sensors cycling through a spectrum of anxious frequencies. Nervous. A grotesque weakness of flesh, and yet the quantum matrices that comprised her being still carried the ghost of that ancient sensation. Millennia of biological memory encoded at a fundamental level. She had sweat once, aeons ago when she possessed skin instead of necrodermis. Now, in this moment before the audience, her servo-motors whined with what her dormant neurology insisted upon interpreting as the tremor of perspiration. She despised it. *Curse you, Overlord Locphet!* she thought, ...

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my friends and i are looking to tour 655 kelton ? but when i looked up the place, there were a bunch of bad reviews (cockroaches, package stealers, **** landlord). all the reviews were like a year or more ago, so should i trust? does anyone currently live there and how do they feel? thank u guys!! also if u have any other recs lmk! need 3 beds and 2 baths !!

I'd be in bed, listening to my parents talk to each other about me like I was some kind of mental case. It'd be midnight. I'd be unable to sleep, and part of me would want to know what they were saying, even as hearing it made me feel so bad about myself. (“Come on. He talks to himself, Louise.”) Louise was my mom. (“Lots of kids do. It's part of developing their language skills. You heard what the doctor said.”) Even then she was on the way out, always referring to me in terms of separateness, unless addressing me directly, when it was all a facade of love and care. “Iloveyou.” “Iloveyoutoo.” Aww, how sweet. I was six. We were living in a rowhouse i...

I'd be in bed, listening to my parents talk to each other about me like I was some kind of mental case. It'd be midnight. I'd be unable to sleep, and part of me would want to know what they were saying, even as hearing it made me feel so bad about myself. (“Come on. He talks to himself, Louise.”) Louise was my mom. (“Lots of kids do. It's part of developing their language skills. You heard what the doctor said.”) Even then she was on the way out, always referring to me in terms of separateness, unless addressing me directly, when it was all a facade of love and care. “Iloveyou.” “Iloveyoutoo.” Aww, how sweet. I was six. We were living in a rowhouse i...

I'd be in bed, listening to my parents talk to each other about me like I was some kind of mental case. It'd be midnight. I'd be unable to sleep, and part of me would want to know what they were saying, even as hearing it made me feel so bad about myself. (“Come on. He talks to himself, Louise.”) Louise was my mom. (“Lots of kids do. It's part of developing their language skills. You heard what the doctor said.”) Even then she was on the way out, always referring to me in terms of separateness, unless addressing me directly, when it was all a facade of love and care. “Iloveyou.” “Iloveyoutoo.” Aww, how sweet. I was six. We were living in a rowhouse i...

I'd be in bed, listening to my parents talk to each other about me like I was some kind of mental case. It'd be midnight. I'd be unable to sleep, and part of me would want to know what they were saying, even as hearing it made me feel so bad about myself. (“Come on. He talks to himself, Louise.”) Louise was my mom. (“Lots of kids do. It's part of developing their language skills. You heard what the doctor said.”) Even then she was on the way out, always referring to me in terms of separateness, unless addressing me directly, when it was all a facade of love and care. “Iloveyou.” “Iloveyoutoo.” Aww, how sweet. I was six. We were living in a rowhouse i...

I'd be in bed, listening to my parents talk to each other about me like I was some kind of mental case. It'd be midnight. I'd be unable to sleep, and part of me would want to know what they were saying, even as hearing it made me feel so bad about myself. (“Come on. He talks to himself, Louise.”) Louise was my mom. (“Lots of kids do. It's part of developing their language skills. You heard what the doctor said.”) Even then she was on the way out, always referring to me in terms of separateness, unless addressing me directly, when it was all a facade of love and care. “Iloveyou.” “Iloveyoutoo.” Aww, how sweet. I was six. We were living in a rowhouse i...

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I'd be in bed, listening to my parents talk to each other about me like I was some kind of mental case. It'd be midnight. I'd be unable to sleep, and part of me would want to know what they were saying, even as hearing it made me feel so bad about myself. (“Come on. He talks to himself, Louise.”) Louise was my mom. (“Lots of kids do. It's part of developing their language skills. You heard what the doctor said.”) Even then she was on the way out, always referring to me in terms of separateness, unless addressing me directly, when it was all a facade of love and care. “Iloveyou.” “Iloveyoutoo.” Aww, how sweet. I was six. We were living in a rowhouse i...

this is kind of an awkward post to make, ive also never posted on reddit so i apologize in advance to all my mistakes im bound to make. i am 17 trans kid at the time of writing, quite literally about to turn 18 in 5-6 ish days. ive been extremely sheltered, im autistic so ive always struggled to understand and grasp social norms, and my parents have been a continuously abusive presence my entire life. i didnt know how to properly bathe or wash myself until the age of 13-14, if that helps form a picture of the neglect. upon turning 18 soon, ive really been wanting to move out. i had originally this plan to move in with my girlfriend, still do someday, but she has a lot going on also. and i...

I'd be in bed, listening to my parents talk to each other about me like I was some kind of mental case. It'd be midnight. I'd be unable to sleep, and part of me would want to know what they were saying, even as hearing it made me feel so bad about myself. (“Come on. He talks to himself, Louise.”) Louise was my mom. (“Lots of kids do. It's part of developing their language skills. You heard what the doctor said.”) Even then she was on the way out, always referring to me in terms of separateness, unless addressing me directly, when it was all a facade of love and care. “Iloveyou.” “Iloveyoutoo.” Aww, how sweet. I was six. We were living in a rowhouse i...

I'd be in bed, listening to my parents talk to each other about me like I was some kind of mental case. It'd be midnight. I'd be unable to sleep, and part of me would want to know what they were saying, even as hearing it made me feel so bad about myself. (“Come on. He talks to himself, Louise.”) Louise was my mom. (“Lots of kids do. It's part of developing their language skills. You heard what the doctor said.”) Even then she was on the way out, always referring to me in terms of separateness, unless addressing me directly, when it was all a facade of love and care. “Iloveyou.” “Iloveyoutoo.” Aww, how sweet. I was six. We were living in a rowhouse i...

I'd be in bed, listening to my parents talk to each other about me like I was some kind of mental case. It'd be midnight. I'd be unable to sleep, and part of me would want to know what they were saying, even as hearing it made me feel so bad about myself. (“Come on. He talks to himself, Louise.”) Louise was my mom. (“Lots of kids do. It's part of developing their language skills. You heard what the doctor said.”) Even then she was on the way out, always referring to me in terms of separateness, unless addressing me directly, when it was all a facade of love and care. “Iloveyou.” “Iloveyoutoo.” Aww, how sweet. I was six. We were living in a rowhouse i...

I'd be in bed, listening to my parents talk to each other about me like I was some kind of mental case. It'd be midnight. I'd be unable to sleep, and part of me would want to know what they were saying, even as hearing it made me feel so bad about myself. (“Come on. He talks to himself, Louise.”) Louise was my mom. (“Lots of kids do. It's part of developing their language skills. You heard what the doctor said.”) Even then she was on the way out, always referring to me in terms of separateness, unless addressing me directly, when it was all a facade of love and care. “Iloveyou.” “Iloveyoutoo.” Aww, how sweet. I was six. We were living in a rowhouse i...

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I had forced fosters (edit: dogs) land in my lap (luckily, her brother found a home) and yesterday her scabbed ear got reinjured and she sprayed the bathroom with blood (she couldn't stop from shaking her head and we had to rebandage her again), so of course, I had to bathe her (she's a Great Dane X) and I had to wipe all my stuff off. Still have the ceiling and some walls and other miscellaneous that needs cleaned. I decided to pile up all the stuff I'm currently using (for January) on a baby blanket to wipe them off. FIRST AND FOREMOST, a LOT of these are partially finished (crawling over from 2025), some haven't been opened yet, but will be used once some of these are...

So this group came up on my feed and I am curious. I did a little bit of googling, read some posts here, and I think I get the general gist. I’m considering getting the cards but before I do I was wondering how things play out when one partner works long hours and the other stays at home. I have an almost 2.5 year old and a 5 month old with some medical needs. Neither are in daycare. My husband works a very physically demanding job and leaves for work at 4:30 am and usually comes home between 3-4, Monday-Friday. We are both exhausted. The truth is that there simply aren’t enough hours in the day to take care of what needs to get done. Neither of us have time for relaxing, hobbies, ev...