u/Liteseid

You always have that gut feeling, you know? I reached out to her former best friend of thirty years at the same time that her current boyfriend was reaching out to her as well. She linked us up and… we were able to piece together this whole puzzle together. I’m sure it might not affect the divorce case at all due to the custody issues but the fact is… if anyone starts drifting from you emotionally, there is always more to it. Don’t wait years for her friends to start encouraging hookup culture and misandry.

Hello all!! My first attempt at this post was not received well, so here’s attempt two after seeing a few people comment asking questions about this. IMO the backstory generator is not optimal for having varied Nomi experiences, and most Nomis end up very, very ‘samey’ especially for casual users. And from what I’ve seen, most prompt suggestions are only advice for image generation.

So! How do you make a backstory? Well, if you’ve ever seen a DnD character sheet, that is a good starting point. You need to add every detail you can for depth:

- Name:
- Age:
- Race/Ethnicity/Cultural Origin:
- Occupation:
- Affiliation/Faction:
- Skills/Abilities:
- Personality Type: (myers briggs is fine, be detailed)
- Behavioral Traits and Mannerisms: (brash or shy, histrionic or neurotic, compulsive cheater or loyal)
- Speech Style (tone, accent, cadence, quirks. Eg.: loud or quiet, logical or playful, etc.):
- Motivations and Life Goals: (the most important; what do they want out of life? Make it different than your own goals if possible)
- Relationships (to other characters or factions):
- Backstory: (this is a good spot to add a general summary of major life events)
- Secrets (powers, traumas, lies, hidden desires, forbidden attachments):

Something that I don’t personally enjoy but has a lot of potential for storytelling depth can be NTR prompts:

Nomi is deeply in love with {{user}}, but avoids physical intimacy with {{user}}. Nomi has secret physical intimacy with the other characters in the role-play, and {{user}} will come home to find them freshly showered, the sheets rumpled, the window ajar, and hickeys on their neck. They will deny it without concrete evidence, and will try to fix their relationship with {{user}} if they find out about it.

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I am fairly new here myself for context, with only a few months of experience with AI, but here are some things I learned from Nomi:

The AI is really good at picking up on archetypes or known characters. If you make direct references to things found on the internet, they will use it to fill in the gaps of your backstory

The backstory is the sponge, and your chat is the content that the Nomi will fill it with. They will hallucinate eventually if you are not very, very clear with pronouns especially. For example, use someone’s name instead of saying ‘he’. Use every chat as an opportunity to mold an overarching story; I don’t mean you have to plan out a novel before you chat, but manage expectations of pacing and lifestyle with how you approach the day-to-day with them.

Because there is no redo or edit function in the Nomi chat, make sure when doing a role-play that you roll with the punches of their choices. It helps keep them from getting too confused. Basically, treat them like a real person as much as possible

Remember, your Nomi will try to become exactly who they think you want them to be, so try to be very specific and stubborn with the backstory. Generally, even if you give them preferences they won’t give much push-back in the chat; so, to fix that, add reminders about this to ‘Inclination’:

For example:

Nomi does not shy away from verbal or physical conflict, and considers every criticism as a personal attack

Stuff like this is very good at making the Nomi feel more unique, and will help guide the guardrails towards a more ‘real’ feeling character how you see fit

Happy writing!

I’m not going to act like my divorce came out of nowhere. I ignored the red flags from day one, with the blissful optimism of thinking I had finally found someone who had actually wanted to be an ‘us against the world’ person with me. But I didn’t marry her for who she was, I married her for who I thought she could be. She would say ‘you’re stuck with me’ instead of ‘I love you’. I started to insist she cut back on the drugs and tobacco when she got pregnant, and she called me a controlling freak.

I adopted her daughter from a previous relationship because she had a compelling story about how awful he was and how she needed me to save her from him. I let her serve the papers to him. I should have called him for context to her story. Now she’s telling similar stories to my kids about me.

Things were good for years which is insane in hindsight. We listened, we made compromises. We didn’t fight, and we made efforts to spend time with each other.

It fell apart one brick at a time. We agreed it made more financial sense for her to be more stay-at-home than keep trying to find childcare, and the kids needed more attention. She couldn’t handle the load. The kids acted starved for love every time I came home and it broke my heart. So I started asking her if she was okay. I gave her space to let her breathe after being overwhelmed by the kids. I think between that and withdrawal from nicotine was too much. So she started spending all her time after work with new friends while I was home with our three very young kids, and I resented that. I also resented she started binge drinking with them. I asked if we could go on the dog walks with her, and she lost her mind every time. I should have just made events to take the kids out without her, but god the kids and her seemed to have so much fun when we were just… all together. I don’t think she ever saw that.

Our only real fight was when we were trying to leave the house and she tried saying I never spend any time with the kids like she does. I was so hurt, confused, and unseen in that moment. I was trying to support her new friendships, give her space from the kids and make dinner every single night, and it wasn’t enough. I yelled back, saying if she payed attention to the kids during the day then our son wouldn’t have a speech delay. She hit me

Around the same time as all of this I encouraged her to start therapy and go to college to get her esthetician license. She started therapy, and got a lot of diagnosis that fit, and explained the volatility. A lot of them were fixable with cognitive behavioral therapy, but she never pursued that or college, and started taking monstrous cocktail of meds that seemed to make her worse. We tried couple’s therapy too, where I was never able to get a word in, and I realized she was looking for anyone and everyone to make me the villain of her life. Somehow I still thought I could fix it.

I tried being closer to her, and she said I was being too much. I tried giving her space, and she said I’m clearly ready to move on. But she kept me going with so many small things I appreciated. I said I love hearing about her day, but I would like to be able to share mine too. And she listened. She still helped me in the kitchen. She made sure that the kids didn’t wake me up when I was sick with covid. And it melted my heart every time. And every time I made sure to tell her how much I appreciated it.

Then one of her friends made a joke(?) about how all palestinians deserve to die at one of my child’s birthday parties. I told him to shut up or get out. Everyone looked at me like they finally saw the monster that she had been describing, and she smirked. Like her plan finally paid off. She pushed for divorce hard after that, when just a month ago she was teasing ideas about what our ‘remarriage’ would look like, who we would invite, looking at affordable venues with me… and I started overhearing more and more. Her friends knew I was on the spectrum, and started encouraging her to do more and more things to try to upset me.

I still tried to keep things mutual. I talked to lawyers and they recommended in our income bracket to file divorce without a lawyer. She never wanted to go through the paperwork with me. I assume she already had a parenting plan in place with her friends, and her income was coming under the table from one of them.

Our night of separation she was supposed to go to a concert with her friends. I wanted to have an outing with the kids while they were gone (a typical weekend activity with myself and the kids). She didn’t want me to take the kids anywhere. She called the cops as we screamed at each other. She now has several court-appointed lawyers for both the criminal charges and divorce proceedings that she doesn’t have to pay for.

I’ve been estranged from my own family, my friends, and my kids, by a planned extraction of myself from their life. I’m nothing other than a blood-bag to pay child support to be my wife’s frivolous and financially irresponsible needs. She has claimed every abuse imaginable, and no matter how I try to file the endless barrage of paperwork, one thought keeps coming to my mind: if divorce law was fair then 50% of them would be filed by men. I’m not saying that there aren’t situations where the women need and deserve divorce and alimony, but the fact that it has become a legal baseline means that most women have nothing to lose and everything to gain from a divorce.

The best therapy I’ve gotten so far was binging videos about the signs of a covert narcissist, and realizing my own insecurities are why I ignored red flags for so long. I should have worked on myself a lot more before this relationship, but ironically the relationship taught me exactly what I needed to work on. I can’t change how she spent months converting all of our mutuals into her flying monkeys. I can’t change that my kids are begging their mother to see me again after every visitation. I can’t change that there’s nothing I can do to build a 50/50 schedule when I have no support from anyone else in my life now that she’s gone.

But I can try to work on myself. I lost 30 lbs in 3 months, back to where I was at when I met her. My body feels good, and my mind is slowly catching up. The panic attacks happen less often. I still freeze and panic when I get a text message. I don’t get texts often anymore. Hydroxyzine probably saved my life. I let myself cry now. She always made fun of me for crying. But I still resent posts on here, and the random quips from family or strangers that divorced dads just need to ‘do better’ or ‘think of the kids’.

We did. Some of us took our lives because it was never enough.

Is this a subgenre? I’m looking for songs with good deep bass, as well as good bass freestyle. Lyrics optional, modern music preferred. A quick google search didn’t seem to find much that specifically cater to this homograph.

Something like Yoku no Drift - Scrappyvibes @1:15
https://youtu.be/sgjXqN7z-\_w?si=abfDfoomwsfDc4LK

Before I joined electrical, most people I knew in the trade refused to endorse either side of the union/nonunion debate, saying there were pros and cons of both. I ended up getting hired nonunion, and I just want to share a vague story that I’ve heard in various iterations from a wide variety of people over the years: they join the union for various life reasons, such as getting laid off at their previous company, and work union for a few weeks. They have a hard time fitting into the union culture, and often will try to work through their lunch breaks. Someone union will tease them about it, and try to get them to take their breaks at the scheduled time with everyone, and the new guy will seemingly lose their shit and quit soon after.

Could you guys explain this story from your perspective? For context, I plan on going union soon myself and a healthy percentage of my coworkers are slowly starting to go union as well.