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My vote is for Ashgabat in Turkmenistan.Guinness World Records has recog­nised it as “the city having the highest density of white marble-clad buildings”: 543 and counting.The Alem Cultural and Entertainment Centre is another holder of a Guinness World Record, for having the largest indoor Ferris wheel. More than 150 feet high, the wheel offers splendid views of the cityTurkmenistan’s tallest building, a television tower perched on a hill overlook­ing the city, has its own Guinness World Record for “the largest architectural starThe Presidental Palace has golden statues as far as the eye can see along with mable and other precious metals coating the nearby landmarksSound like a place you would want to visit???Don’t be fooled.. Türkmenistan is an autocratic nation, which has about as many human rights as North Korea and is considered one of the most oppressive nations in the world. The entire city of Ashgabat seems to be a multi-billion dollar smoke-and-mirrors facade in which to fool the international public about the actual deplorable way of life for most Türkmenistan citizens. The ghost city is built to entertain thousands of people, yet is rarely ever used by anyone.Everything is done to appease the president, Gurbanguly Berdimuhamedow. Along any central street through which the president might pass, it is forbidden to open windows, install air conditioners or satellite dishes and hang clothes.Stray dogs are brutally killed since the president hates animals(except horses). The authorities developed infrastructure, but didn’t use qualified specialists: as a result, in the hot summer months, some neighborhoods suffer for days without water and electricity, while in the center of the city fountains flow around the clock and lights burn brightly for no one.It seems that Ashgabat is one of the oddest and creepy capital cities to date. My heart goes out to the poor citizens trapped there.Sources:Ashgabat: the weird, wonderful and eerily empty capital of TurkmenistanRare photos inside secret city

It’s the observation that the number of insects being killed by car windshields has been drastically declining despite the number of cars increasing:They don’t know the exact reason but suspect it is either caused by:a decline in insect populations which has been observed in recent yearsOr by changing (improving) aerodynamics in cars. Which are flowing the insects over the car as you drive. Cars have developed a less boxy look than they did years ago. Cars used to look like giant rolling cubes.

Long time reader - first time responder..The “I’m done” moment was when a little plastic cliplock baggie fell out of his jean pockets on the 5th of October this year.Go back in time 3 years - he lost his job, and not so slowly his behavior started to changedHe refused to get another job bc he was fighting for unfair dismissal with Fairwork and he was “going to win and get a massive settlement” (that never eventuated). Then he started a failed business venture (funded by me, of course!).Eventually I made him get an actual job, but he was never happy in a role, and would change jobs every 6 months or so.We’d become engaged on an overseas trip (planned before he lost his job). I hesitated when he asked me, but we had the trip ahead of us and I felt a bit of pressure to say yes, so I did. But I had reservations - that should have been the moment it ended, but I didn’t have the guts/strength/commitment/resolve..When we got back, we started wedding planning, but I was never excited to plan.. that should probably have been a sign.. actually booking things in made me feel uneasy.. but after a while, the wedding fever took hold of me and before I knew it the wedding was planned.While I planned things, he spent increasing amounts of time in our neighbors shed. Tinkering on things, painting things, working on his car. It bothered me more than perhaps it should have, that he spent time over there.If I’m honest, part of me knew it wasn’t going to work out with us.. We were different people - him a spender, me a saver. When he was jobless he racked up a $14,000 credit card debt that I paid off for him. We would have been crippled under the interest.He refused to sell his financed car, despite not being able to afford the repayments. It was repossessed three times; I paid it out for him on two occasions. Once I had started maternity leave and exhausted my savings and could no longer afford it, his nan paid it out the final time. Eventually he sold it (after I listed it on carsales). But he was so despondent about it - He believed it to be the only “thing” he had in his life. His car was “his identity”.Meanwhile, I never seemed to support him in the way he needed. I paid the mortgage, utilities, groceries, renovations..everything. But according to him, I didn’t tell him ‘everything was going to be ok’ enough, I wasn’t a “mate”, a “friend” for him or to him.6 months out from the wedding we fell pregnant. I thought, cliche that it is, he would change.. we would spend more time together, that the baby would bring us closer, that he would want to grow up and be a good father.4 days out from going into labour, I learn he has lost his job again. I hear this because a friend of his was using the company and had been told my now-husband was no longer working there. He denied losing his job, maintained he would be returning to work there. But of course, that was a lie.After our baby was born and two weeks of paternity leave, he pretended to go to work for 4 days. I rang the company to be told that he ‘no longer worked there’’. When I confronted him, he was livid at me for checking up on him. He blamed me, said I was not approachable to talk to, I was too concerned with bills, paying the mortgage. That I put all of these things above his mental health and well-being. Banks could wait.He was out of work for 4 months after our baby was born. Yet he didn’t help much with the baby. We continued to haemorrhage money.He would take cash out constantly. When I confronted him, he told me he was spending it on a psychologist - he was deeply depressed. This was heartbreaking for me, but something niggled at me - why pay cash?! I asked for proof, he said how dare I ask for that.I asked him to see his GP for a mental health care plan to help subsidize the cost of the psychologist. He refused.As it turns out, there was no psychologist. My husband was self treated/self-abusing with methamphetamine.I left him earlier this year, but went back when he admitted his addiction and promised to get help.I thought I could help him. Again, I stupidly hoped that he might change. But of course he did not. I returned on strict conditions - financial transparency, drug and alcohol Counselling and support, maintain a job, couples Counselling etc. None of these were upheld, and instead he issued me a list of conditions of his own: be sexy, be fun, be spontaneous. Not always easy when you have a 5 month old constantly in your arms..He also told me I was NEVER to leave like I did the first time (stealing away in the early hours of the morning) and take his son from him. I made a few more attempts to leave but never seemed to be able to fully commit to leave. Leaving as a whole - the house, the two dogs, our son - it seemed so hard!7 months on.. behaviors were unchanged, in fact things were escalating. He regularly threatened suicide, I walked on eggshells - terrified to set him off, we had toxic fights where we would engage in horrific verbal abuse. The emotional abuse was worst. I began to believe that I was domestically abusing him because I held all the financial control (his words). When in reality all I was trying to do was keep us afloat..I found repeated evidence of his ongoing meth use, but he would deny it. The bags were from ages ago, he had just found them in the shed and hadn’t got around to throwing them away. He refused to seek help - said he didn’t need therapy, he could beat it on his own.By this stage I knew I would never lead a happy life if I stayed. Worse, I was worried our behavior would start to impact on my son. By staying, I was permitting my husband’s behavior and saying it was ok for him to treat me like a doormat. And I am not a doormat. Somewhere I had lost myself. But I am determined that my son sees me as the strong capable and resilient woman I know myself to be.So when that little bag fell out of his jean pocket I knew we were done. I had come back before, I had tried to make us work. I was done.We fought, he told me to get out, and so I grabbed our son and we left.It’s been almost two months, it feels like pushing a rock up a hill a lot of the time. I can’t wait for the house to be sold (as I am still paying for the mortgage despite not living there, since he is still without work).Ive been blessed with amazingly supportive family and friends. I could not have got out without them.Now I just need to stay the course.Thanks for reading so far if you made it!