Son creampies mom

i (21F) dated this man (22M) for a few months. after we broke up, i found out i was pregnant. my car was broke and he knew that. it takes an hour to get to the clinic. he made up excuses as to why he couldn’t take me. one of the excuses was that his dad had a heart attack, which i have since learned was a lie. while i was pregnant, he acted like i was overreacting. he said “tons of women go through this” and “most guys would’ve lost this number by now” and “i don’t expect to be in crisis control.” i asked him to help pay and he blocked me on venmo. i had to beg him to help pay for it. after a week or two, he finally agreed. i only asked him to pay 1/4th of it ($125) and it took him two months to send me the money
after that, i stupidly hookup with him a few times, only to find out he had a girlfriend (formerly engaged and dated for 7+ years). not once when we dated did he mention he was ever engaged. this girl then told his mother that he cheated and that they broke up. he keeps blaming me for his life being ruined. he also gaslit me for months before this. it was so bad that i thought i was crazy and delusional.
WIBTBF if i told his mom he made me get an abortion alone? i think he deserves it and i think she should know what her son did. i feel bad for her at the same time.

The memories of us are fading into the obscurity of the sea that is a thousand memories or more of nothing but heartbreak, abandonment, the things I've done, the things I've failed to do, the things that I've allowed others to do to me. Just a smattering of experiences that have fractured me into the mess that lacked identity to such a degree, he could only take it from his job, from what little bit I felt was even worthy of providing to you (in the sense that nothing I ever did would be good enough, you always made it abundantly clear you had your foot out the door, just not always your words,) down to the things buried deep from childhood I tell no one. No one except you, and my mother, who you're so alike in so many ways despite being a different race, from a different state, with a different background, higher education; despite it all, you two are so alike. Other than you, she's easily caused me the most pain out of anyone in my life.
Just like her, you refuse to see what consequences your actions render until you think someone is on the verge of abandoning you. Even then, it's backhanded apologies, excessive self-flagellation, emotional extortion to where the other person is always the problem. I got in a fight with her today. Felt like I was fighting with you. Enough for me to say I regretted ever being born out loud on the phone to her; she blamed this "change" (me not allowing her to emotionally extort me) on you. It has nothing to do with you. It has everything to do with her, yet, all I can see are those curls, those freckles, those brown eyes turned shark black, seeking vengeance and recompense for the crime of anyone ever daring to attempt to hold you accountable for your actions.
My life is objectively better without you in it, yet still, some flashes linger here and there. When I'm out of town, or when I go on vacation, it isn't so bad. When I'm in our city, it creeps its way back in like some kind of parasitic worm, eating at the recesses of my mind and my world until I can no longer resist and find myself saying what I'd say to you if you ever try to come back when I'm by myself. How I'd be so strong, tell you so easily to go away, how I'd rage, how I'd scream about how you've tried to slander me in our mutual community of clients and colleagues, how you bombarded my phone with calls, endless emails, texts, how you Cash Apped me a dollar to talk to you, how you threatened me with frivolous and baseless legal action, how you've falsely accused me of horrific things to the point I've had to consider lawyering up far more seriously than I ever have. You even tried to draw mom into it, but you failed to account for one thing: master manipulators recognize their own kind.
After this fight with Mom, I blocked her. She called me from her husband's number and started yet again another fight, deflecting any responsibility from anything she's done, expecting me and my brothers to simply act as though years of neglect and abandonment at her hands doesn't bother us at all. She's employed virtually all the same strategies minus the emails and slandelegal threats to bring me into her sphere again. She got me to relent and blame everything on myself, like I said earlier, to the point I expressed regretting ever being born. Calling myself a horrible son. Blaming myself for burdening her with my existence. Believing it, what's more. Had my friend not been there to talk to me afterwards, I likely would've ran with it. But after she brought you up and I reflected on how she acted, you've been pulled to the forefront yet again, but without the sting that's usually attached to that face concealing the all-consuming spirit of self-worship that encompasses your entire sense of self. I realized that if it hadn't been for the hellish life she had unleashed on all her children, with my father at least partially helping in that effort on my end, I never would've been prepared to endure someone like you and be able to see things as clearly as they are and for what they are when it comes to your involvement in my life. I'm hoping I retain the lessons I've learned from this with you and that the memories of you, and of us, fade into the eternal blackness of so many other undoubtedly suppressed memories. I pray one day I'll find someone that's nothing like either of you, but above all, I pray I'll be alright enough for if that day ever comes. For now, I'm going to figure out who I am. I'm building the foundations of my identity, and once that's done, I can work on everything else. Love of the romantic variety seems far too taxing, risky and dangerous to ever actively pursue again.

I was 6 when the Plainfield tornado hit my neighborhood. We were the first subdivision hit when it entered Plainfield. It was weird bc half the subdivision was gone and the other half was still standing. It also hit a pig farm at the end of the street and there were dead pigs everywhere. The ones who weren’t dead made awful noises and people went around performing mercy killings.
Right before it hit I was outside with a friend. We just happened to decide to go inside our perspective houses before it hit 10 mins later. I remember thinking the clouds looked weird and now I realize they were mammatus clouds. I went inside to turn on the tv, Ghost Busters were on at 3. The tv wouldn’t turn on but the power was still on. My mom was on the phone, my dad was sleeping and my brother was getting ready to go deliver his papers for his route.
It got really dark outside and the wind and rain picked up, throwing things off our deck. My dad came tearing out of his room, yelling we needed to get downstairs and into the bathroom. My mom decided to continue her phone conversation downstairs until about the tornado hit saying “girl, I gotta go, there’s a tornado”. My family and I hid in the bathroom, all of them piled up on me. At one point I could feel the wind pulling all of us out of the bathroom, my dad holding onto the toilet seat while being pulled in the air. I don’t remember it sounding like a freight train, it was just very loud and our house was being torn apart. After it hit we went to our neighbor’s whose house was still standing. We had to peel the garage door up to escape, the top half of the house and all the stairs were gone. Our neighbor’s son happened to have one of the first cell phones and my parents were able to make a few calls to our relatives a few towns over.
I remember seeing the tornado, it was massive, black and looked like it had mini tornadoes swirling around it.
My dad had left to go help with the neighbors. A woman behind us was watching her grandson and she couldn’t get to him bc the stairs were gone. The grandson happened to be on a bed and a wall collapsed on him. Because he was on the bed, it was able to indent enough, he didn’t get crushed. Fiberglass was in his throat and my dad was able to get it out to help him breathe again. Then, the farmer down the street had his tractor roll onto him. My dad and some neighbors helped pull it off of him. He didn’t make it in time to get to his storm shelter. We had no warnings.
Around the neighborhood trees were stripped, cars in and on trees. Glass and fiberglass everywhere. All of our belongings were gone. We couldn’t even save clothing bc fiberglass was just embedded in everything. They found my dad’s savings bonds miles away. Our cats got blown away too, still lived, but were miles from home.
We had to evacuate to the end of the street bc of gas leaks.
My brother and I were supposed to start school the next day. Him at the high school and me at the Catholic school that was destroyed.
My aunts and uncles spent over 3 hours traveling to us from towns 45 mins away. We stayed with them a week before being set in a temporary home. Our house was one of the first to be rebuilt. It was eerie going to the neighborhood after it hit. I went w my dad often. The National Guard was there and also my neighbor, old man, was sitting outside w a shotgun to make sure there were no looters.
I wanted to be a storm chaser for a while, but well I’m not great at math so killed that dream. Also, I still have a fear response regarding bad weather. Watching the patterns change has been fascinating and scary.

Most recently its my height. I am 5'9" not super tall but they have become obsessed that I am shorter. Trying to stand back to back to me randomly asking people at funerals how tall they think I am. Even after my wife told them to stop they keep trying to prove me a liar about my height of all things. This weekend mothers day we were visting my wife's mom and they were talking about how my son will be taller than me. (He 100% will.) Then they say to me. As of they have not asked like 15 times already. "How tall are you..... 5'5" 5'6"." I honestly think they were trying to piss me off. I just laughed and said no 5'9" like every other time you ask. Thr funniest part is my wife is 5'6" and I am several inches taller than her.
Last time they had a obsession about me it was my age. I lied about my age. And I was supposedly like 5 or 6 years younger than I said.
Anyone stopped crazy in-laws before?

Story time.
I’ve been working retail/food service for almost 10 years now and I think tonight really qualifies for “the retail experience of all time”. Important context is that I work as a barista at a big chain store and often run the whole cafe all by myself. My store (the staff) is great, but higher-ups have been neglecting much-needed fixes so there are tons of issues like broken counters resulting in health code violations, drainage issues that leave floors wet and soapy a lot of the time, etc. Work orders keep getting ignored so we do the best we can.
Tonight? Tonight was rough. Just under an hour prior to closing, a young boy, like 13 years old and his mother come up to my register and ask for “espresso with some coconut milk”. I ask them to clarify that they want an espresso shot each with just a splash of coconut milk. They say yes and I make them exactly like I said I would.
I then take advantage of the lack of customers after them to start sweeping the dining area so I can actually get home on time tonight. The moment that I walk over with my broom and get to it, the woman at the table next me to looks at her sons, says “hey let’s go get those cookies” and walks over to the counter that I just walked away from. She asks “are you closed?” and I frustratedly tell her no, but she’ll have to wait.
I sweep for another second before coming back and pushing through the little swing door leading to the back of the cafe counter.. but you know how I mentioned that we have a lot of broken things at my store? Well, the door was apparently cracked in the center and whatever material is layered over it was sharply curved outwards on both sides and pierced right through the pad of my dominant thumb. I’ve literally never seen as much blood on the outside of my own body. I start to panic. I have my headset in my hands and blood is dripping off it as I'm choking out communication with my team about the accident.
Apparently the kid from earlier followed me to the counter because he there he was behind me, drinks in hand, and says “this isn’t what we asked for!” (it literally was btw). I’m mostly adrenaline at this point so it doesn’t even register enough for me to be pissed. Blood is covering the entirety of my hand and is visible on the floor and counter. I show my hand to him, knowing he heard me talking over the radio and emphatically go“can you please WAIT?”.
Mom is now behind him, seeing me as the mess of tears and extremely prominent amounts of blood that I was. And she simply stared at me expectantly as her child gives me a visible look of irritation and asks “ok, but then who will fix our drinks?”
I’m completely floored at this point. Another staff member appears and I literally just went to the back room and cried until another coworker came with a first aid kit. I didn’t know people like this really existed. Maybe I just didn’t want to believe it. But the worst part is that I know this will sit with me until I leave retail/food service, and that I likely can’t even get anything from the company for the injury. I’m writing this in bed just a few hours later and I feel like that interaction still hasn’t fully processed.

I’m not sure why I’m even surprised by her behavior anymore.
My husband went out of his way to make my first Mother’s Day special. We were out and about all day celebrating, and had a WONDERFUL time. DH sent MIL a text first thing in the morning and was planning on calling her when we got home that evening. In fairness I used to be the one making sure DH sent flowers/a gift/etc but I dropped the rope and now leave it up to him..which means she gets nothing.
As we’re on our way home from a picnic DH planned, he gets a call from BIL telling him to call MIL asap because “she’s pissed at you”. DH is immediately irritated and reminded BIL that he’s been celebrating my first Mother’s Day and told him “mom is always angry. I’ll call her when we get home like I planned to do”. DH tries to call MIL later on, but she declined it. Twice. He then gets a call from FIL on MIL’s behalf saying she was “heartbroken” because DH didn’t call her. FIL added that MIL was upset because we don’t send enough pictures of LO (another thing I leave up to DH so I can remain as LC as possible), and that DH doesn’t FaceTime MIL so she can talk to LO. DH argued and basically told them the whole situation was unnecessary and if they want to FaceTime or receive photos all they have to do is ask. FIL snapped back with “we shouldn’t HAVE to ask”. It honestly sounded like MIL had a whole meltdown.
Pretty irritated the MIL had to overshadow such a happy day with her ridiculous behavior. We live across the country, and MIL spent the entire day with her family. It’s not like she sat in a dark room alone. I truly believe it’s more about MIL’s struggle to accept that her golden child is now a grown man with a wife and child. As a mother, shouldn’t you WANT your son to celebrate his wife/the mother of your only grandchild? Am I delusional or can she really just not stand not being the center of everything???

Todays dream, it starts with “bomb night” a bar deal night me & my friends call it “bomb night” me, L, D, & maybe? (B)?, (& N potentially came)?, Anyways I end up waking up at my “fathers” house a white man, (by that point I’m not sure if I was me anymore (both my parents are black, so am I (lightskin) & I still was in my dream, I might’ve gotten kidnapped from bomb night), that man was a “mad scientist” or something of the ilk, that was my first thought at least, well maybe not mad but definitely pursuing perfection of some sort (maybe humanity), or again something of the ilk bare with me heh. I believe he did something to me & the others there, there was dark skin girl (with the face of one of my high school crushes, I met her somewhere in between my first - third blackout I think) she even had the same name of the same old HS crush of mine who she looked like, (Jasmine), there was another lightskin kid who was taller than me (unsure of his name) & my… my son (I don’t have any kids in real life), idk his name or his mother but for some reason I knew he was mine, don’t remember making him but… he had some of my features, apparently he was conceived with an unknown mother during one of my blackouts, he never called jasmine mom, she was the only girl that I saw around my own age there & for some reason I accepted the fact that she was his mother unsure why, I just felt it was her, (in this dream he goes from around 3 years old when I first meet him to probably 7 - 10 years old by the end), not sure how long I was there for, because I don’t remember arriving there, I blacked out during “bomb night” & when I woke up, I just was there, I’m not sure how much time had passed, these weren’t normal in dream blackouts where you wake up after either, (it’s like I was repeatedly getting knocked out) when I awoke from my second blackout (unsure if it was the 2nd or like the fiftieth) that’s when I found I had a son (he was a normal boy when I first met him,) & when I woke up from my 3rd blackout that’s when he had been turned into a superhuman, yes he had powers, super strength & speed I believe, (by that point me & jasmine had our own room gifted to us & we lived together (we may have been bf & gf or husband & wife) “father” did that for some reason… Now that I think about it I might’ve have already been turned into one as well (a superhuman) by that time, or even an android of some kind, the details are… weird & I’m a little foggy on all of it, (I JUST had this dream) we lived in some super mansion but it was also the work place for “fathers” company, I’m not sure what the company did but they had a LOT of construction vehicles, whatever he did to me fundamentally changed my critical thinking as well, (& not in a bad way), but for some reason I had the urge to escape, (when I woke up… nvm we’ll get there later), at one point I asked him to make me a superhuman like he did my “son” ((who referred to him as grandpa & me father), (still unsure of when he was birthed or even made) Jasmine may have been his mother, but he was too lightskin in my opinion to be her son or maybe he was brownskin (still foggy on the dream memories) & she was darkskin so idk, Im still unsure how he was even mine unless “father” created him solely from my blood, or made him using me & jasmine while I was unconscious, which is why it’s starting to seem more & more like he really let me go, whatever he needed/wanted from me… he must’ve gotten, anyways I asked him to make me superhuman & he denied me, but the tall lightskin kid & my son were both superhumans, one day as me & the tall… let’s call him Jay, as me & Jay where plotting our escape one day, he (Jay) flicked his finger & some power bar type thing appeared on my wrist not sure what it did but it stayed on my hand without disappearing even after I managed to “escape”, (let me not forget before I left a white woman was there as well & by instinct I knew to call her mother, (she even sounded like my own, & told me to eat all my chicken in the microwave right before I escaped (she didn’t know I was escaping I think…, they might’ve actually all known jasmine included, we said we loved each other before I left (me & jasmine) but the way she said it was… off she 100% didn’t mean it) eventually me & Jay (tall lightskin kid) decided to escape, sadly I took too long gathering my things, (or that’s what he told me when I arrived outside of the mansion which now thinking about it… was odd, (I think everyone in the mansion was in on it, & I was programmed to escape or something, to accomplish a wish or something of “fathers” but idk what) so he (Jay) was unable too in his words, & by that point for some reason I had this urging feeling that I needed to go that day, I NEEDED to escape, so I hopped in the nearest forklift when we got oustide, Jay tried to go back into the mansion but the doors where locked, which “mother had told me would happen right before I left the inside after I said goodbye to Jasmine, (my son was leading some seemingly rich black bald guy around the super mansion house, when I sortve… ran him over & mightve killed him on my way out, (the rich guy not my son) unsure I just heard him screaming as I ran him over with the small forklift type vehicle, but long story not so short I escaped the maze which was outside the mansion, not gonna lie it was one of those well decorated plant mazes, it looked great, Jay (the tall LS kid) told me that was where he’d fail, & that it was the most difficult part, (which is why I believe they let me go, it was all too easy… way too easy to escape from the man I called “father” who was creating superhumans & pursuing something he did something to me, & idk how long he kept me there, but it was definitely years, (I only saw him (“father”) 2-3 times during the whole ordeal), I only clocked that after I woke up, inside the dream it only felt like a few days (probably due to the insane amount of times I blacked out I have NO idea what was happening when I was unconscious in my dream, the black outs where like real life black outs, your eyes close & it feels like a second passes than you open them & the scenes change, but for some reason I knew I was getting knocked out, this was a 5pm to 10:50 pm nap, 5 hrs & 50 min but this dream…. It was different, even more different than the crazy dreams I write down to remember for the hell of it, I remember feeling ecstasy when I escaped & than I woke up, but after waking up & analysing everything it all seems off… & the dream itself was far, far too realistic, I knew it was a dream, subconsciously I knew, but normally when ik somethings a dream I wake up, before i can start doing crazy stuff cuz ik it’s a dream, but this time I didn’t wake up… OH!!, & I forgot about the barefoot snow part & the part where I actually got to know jasmine, (lol let’s call it the jasmine arc) she was slightly different to my old hs crush jasmine, she was younger than when I met her, oh & ik I was there for a long time maybe years because I only went outside TWICE, & the first time it was covered in snow, & the second time it could’ve been any of the other three seasons sides winter idk, & after the blackouts for some reason I knew I was waking up (months at minimum years at a maximum) “months” later, (again these weren’t normal blackouts), “father” was for sure experimenting on me, (probably how I woke up with a mystery son lol), I wanna see this as just a dream, but a feeling tells me it’s much… much more than that, maybe a warning? A precognition? Or just to inform me that I escaped something in real life. This one just didn’t feel normal at all it was so detailed, when I walked through the snow barefoot to help jasmine do something (during her mini arc) it felt real, I felt the chill of the snow on my bare feet, but it didn’t bother me how it does when I do it in real life just for the fun of it, I was composed & relaxed, even as I was escaping & potentially killed a guy, I was too calm & composed as if everything that happened was just supposed to, If anyone see’s this & can help me make sense of it, it’d be appreciated, ik dreams are supposed to have meaning but what does this mean? Who the hell did I escape from??

So long story here! My bfs parents old neighbors put a restraining order on their other son because they were uncomfortable with his diagnosed schizophrenia (he’s non violent but loved to walk the court at night and sometimes would roam near their front yard, but never bothered anything or them) He also has Asperger’s as well. So he’s very awkward in social situations. But he’s a very nice guy and loves people. Because of the restraining order (it was granted for “stalking” the neighbors, they have family in the judicial system as well) he was forced out of his home with his parents and they had to pay for an apartment for him for about two years. After the second year they still refused to drop the restraining order the last court hearing they said they believed he was armed and dangerous. Which is complete bullspit. He’s afraid of guns. So my bfs mom had just had enough and was tired of spending so much on an apartment (plus brother said even if RO was dropped he wouldn’t feel comfortable ever living there again) she sold her home that was completely paid off and went in debt close to her and her husband retiring, so she could have her disabled son back in her home with her. But the neighbors on their moving day brought out chairs and watched them move laughing with literal popcorn. They also nana nana boo bood them anytime they seen them outside after the judge upheld the restraining order. We’re talking about an older couple in their early 50’s. Too old to be acting in such a way. They’re sick. I need some things that we can do or put in their yard that is not illegal and wouldn’t be vandalism or something to their cars or fence or whatever. They need to feel the pain my bf and his family went through for two years over them getting off on brother having to leave his childhood home. PS: they have lots of cameras

I’m trying so hard to find this book I read at a previous job. It was about a single mom who took care of her father and son, worked for a news company that did stories on death row inmates. She ended up falling in love with her son’s coach. After a while of dating they got married and he soon became abusive. She ended up killing him and hiding the body in the woods. Someone please help!

I was in a relationship for 5 years, 3 years in we had a daughter. My partner and I were really disconnected and had large boundaries from both of our families for valid reasons I’ll touch on a bit later . My ex partner, 2 year old and I lived together in our own house we rented until we split up. After 5 years went by and after having a child my partner cheated on me with a 60 year old and walked away from us and the affair had gotten my ex (daughter’s mom) involved into a cult which drove her mad. Little to say I have full custody and my daughters mom and hasn’t been around for 2 years now. Needless to say, I’m 25 and I’m still building my career in life so I don’t make crazy amount of money (can’t afford daycare, rent ,and living costs a lone). This had forced me to reach out to my abusive mother for a living arrangement (only family I have) , who struggles with a narcissistic personality and suffers from Borderline personality disorder and who had mentally abused me at a very young age .I go through a tough breakup and I lose my inner family, , just to have to move into my controlling mothers home with my 3 year old . My mom has phases where she is a great person but also has weeks or days where she a horrible person, almost like I’m not her son and my child isn’t her granddaughter I’m sure this falls into having BPD. I’m struggling mentally and I know my child needs me mentally present. I’ve tried having serious convos with my mom about my mental health and our relationship/ possibly having counseling to improve our relationship but she takes it as a joke/bullies and only blames me. My mom watches my 3 year old while I’m at work ( I do pay her) but she doesn’t seem very attentive to her, meaning my mom will sit on her phone while my child will self entertain. The moment I get home from work my mom kicks up her feet and she no longer helps me with anything which I can understand because she isn’t her parent and she isn’t obligated too. I work hvac construction so I’m fairly tired when I get home (in a 120°F attic most of the time). My mom doesn’t abide by any of my parenting rules , so naturally my child looks at me like I’m bad cop and even calls me mean from time to time and has grandma syndrome . I feel like I’m losing my patience way more and it’s hard to focus on my day to day life due to these distractions . I have no idea what to do besides when my daughter turns 4 this fall get her enrolled in school and find an apartment and cut my mother off. Any suggestions?

I was in a relationship for 5 years, 3 years in we had a daughter. My partner and I were really disconnected and had large boundaries from both of our families for valid reasons I’ll touch on a bit later . My ex partner, 2 year old and I lived together in our own house we rented until we split up. After 5 years went by and after having a child my partner cheated on me with a 60 year old and walked away from us and the affair had gotten my ex (daughter’s mom) involved into a cult which drove her mad. Little to say I have full custody and my daughters mom and hasn’t been around for 2 years now. Needless to say, I’m 25 and I’m still building my career in life so I don’t make crazy amount of money (can’t afford daycare, rent ,and living costs a lone). This had forced me to reach out to my abusive mother for a living arrangement (only family I have) , who struggles with a narcissistic personality and suffers from Borderline personality disorder and who had mentally abused me at a very young age .I go through a tough breakup and I lose my inner family, , just to have to move into my controlling mothers home with my 3 year old . My mom has phases where she is a great person but also has weeks or days where she a horrible person, almost like I’m not her son and my child isn’t her granddaughter I’m sure this falls into having BPD. I’m struggling mentally and I know my child needs me mentally present. I’ve tried having serious convos with my mom about my mental health and our relationship/ possibly having counseling to improve our relationship but she takes it as a joke/bullies and only blames me. My mom watches my 3 year old while I’m at work ( I do pay her) but she doesn’t seem very attentive to her, meaning my mom will sit on her phone while my child will self entertain. The moment I get home from work my mom kicks up her feet and she no longer helps me with anything which I can understand because she isn’t her parent and she isn’t obligated too. I work hvac construction so I’m fairly tired when I get home (in a 120°F attic most of the time). My mom doesn’t abide by any of my parenting rules , so naturally my child looks at me like I’m bad cop and even calls me mean from time to time and has grandma syndrome . I feel like I’m losing my patience way more and it’s hard to focus on my day to day life due to these distractions . I have no idea what to do besides when my daughter turns 4 this fall get her enrolled in school and find an apartment and cut my mother off. Any suggestions?

I was in a relationship for 5 years, 3 years in we had a daughter. My partner and I were really disconnected and had large boundaries from both of our families for valid reasons I’ll touch on a bit later . My ex partner, 2 year old and I lived together in our own house we rented until we split up. After 5 years went by and after having a child my partner cheated on me with a 60 year old and walked away from us and the affair had gotten my ex (daughter’s mom) involved into a cult which drove her mad. Little to say I have full custody and my daughters mom and hasn’t been around for 2 years now. Needless to say, I’m 25 and I’m still building my career in life so I don’t make crazy amount of money (can’t afford daycare, rent ,and living costs a lone). This had forced me to reach out to my abusive mother for a living arrangement (only family I have) , who struggles with a narcissistic personality and suffers from Borderline personality disorder and who had mentally abused me at a very young age .I go through a tough breakup and I lose my inner family, , just to have to move into my controlling mothers home with my 3 year old . My mom has phases where she is a great person but also has weeks or days where she a horrible person, almost like I’m not her son and my child isn’t her granddaughter I’m sure this falls into having BPD. I’m struggling mentally and I know my child needs me mentally present. I’ve tried having serious convos with my mom about my mental health and our relationship/ possibly having counseling to improve our relationship but she takes it as a joke/bullies and only blames me. My mom watches my 3 year old while I’m at work ( I do pay her) but she doesn’t seem very attentive to her, meaning my mom will sit on her phone while my child will self entertain. The moment I get home from work my mom kicks up her feet and she no longer helps me with anything which I can understand because she isn’t her parent and she isn’t obligated too. I work hvac construction so I’m fairly tired when I get home (in a 120°F attic most of the time). My mom doesn’t abide by any of my parenting rules , so naturally my child looks at me like I’m bad cop and even calls me mean from time to time and has grandma syndrome . I feel like I’m losing my patience way more and it’s hard to focus on my day to day life due to these distractions . I have no idea what to do besides when my daughter turns 4 this fall get her enrolled in school and find an apartment and cut my mother off. Any suggestions?

I was in a relationship for 5 years, 3 years in we had a daughter. My partner and I were really disconnected and had large boundaries from both of our families for valid reasons I’ll touch on a bit later . My ex partner, 2 year old and I lived together in our own house we rented until we split up. After 5 years went by and after having a child my partner cheated on me with a 60 year old and walked away from us and the affair had gotten my ex (daughter’s mom) involved into a cult which drove her mad. Little to say I have full custody and my daughters mom and hasn’t been around for 2 years now. Needless to say, I’m 25 and I’m still building my career in life so I don’t make crazy amount of money (can’t afford daycare, rent ,and living costs a lone). This had forced me to reach out to my abusive mother for a living arrangement (only family I have) , who struggles with a narcissistic personality and suffers from Borderline personality disorder and who had mentally abused me at a very young age .I go through a tough breakup and I lose my inner family, , just to have to move into my controlling mothers home with my 3 year old . My mom has phases where she is a great person but also has weeks or days where she a horrible person, almost like I’m not her son and my child isn’t her granddaughter I’m sure this falls into having BPD. I’m struggling mentally and I know my child needs me mentally present. I’ve tried having serious convos with my mom about my mental health and our relationship/ possibly having counseling to improve our relationship but she takes it as a joke/bullies and only blames me. My mom watches my 3 year old while I’m at work ( I do pay her) but she doesn’t seem very attentive to her, meaning my mom will sit on her phone while my child will self entertain. The moment I get home from work my mom kicks up her feet and she no longer helps me with anything which I can understand because she isn’t her parent and she isn’t obligated too. I work hvac construction so I’m fairly tired when I get home (in a 120°F attic most of the time). My mom doesn’t abide by any of my parenting rules , so naturally my child looks at me like I’m bad cop and even calls me mean from time to time and has grandma syndrome . I feel like I’m losing my patience way more and it’s hard to focus on my day to day life due to these distractions . I have no idea what to do besides when my daughter turns 4 this fall get her enrolled in school and find an apartment and cut my mother off. Any suggestions?

Hello All
I have a story I would like to share with everyone.
My ex fiancé who was 30 at the time and I(31f) but was 26 at the time this took place, we were an inseparable couple. We did everything together Travel, go out places locally, etc. my ex travelled a lot for his job,which is how we ended up travelling together. Anyways this one trip he took I couldn’t go I was sick and I wanted to work on wedding plans. I trusted him completely,he reassured me nothing was going to happen on his work trip. The wedding plans were in place and everything was smooth sailing from when he got back from his two week trip.
Flash forward to our wedding day 7 months later everything was going smoothly,everyone was seated my ex was standing at the front with his groomsmen and my bridesmaids were at the front as well. I walked down,I got to the front, and I noticed a woman I didn’t recognize sitting at the back.when the ceremony started and the preacher asked if anyone objected to this marriage,and the lady I didn’t recognize stood up called out my exes name and announced she was carrying his baby. I don’t remember much as I ended up fainting,but I do remember when I woke up from my faint I was crushed. I saw the look on all my family and friends looking super shocked. I was so embarrassed that I ran out of the ceremony and got one of my friends to drive me to their place.
One of my other friends brought the pregnant woman over to my place so I could hear her side of the story before I confronted my ex. She told me they worked together in Italy (he went there for work purposes for the two weeks) they had connected,went out to dinner and before they knew it one thing lead to another and yea they slept together. She told me she knew it was his baby as she didn’t sleep with anyone else after that.i asked her how far along she was,she was about 6 months pregnant. I was still upset and I asked her if she knew about me and she said she didn’t know about me. She told me,he told her that he just broke up with his girlfriend back home.
When she left I got a hold of that shit for brains ex fiancé of mine. I told him to fess up as his fling confessed everything to me. He caved and told me the truth which matched what the fling had said. I was so devastated I ended up blocking him,moved most of my shit out of the place I now refuse to call our home as it was now tainted for me.
When I came back for the last of the stuff he cried and begged me to take him back but I told him to go pound sand. That was the last time I had spoke to him in person. I found it very unfortunate as his parents were the sweetest people I know and when I talked to his mom a couple weeks after that,she was crushed that her son did that to me and wished I was able to be her daughter in law. She had two boys never had a daughter.
The last time I heard about him was just a few months ago. He did end up marrying the fling he had a baby girl with,but they are now divorced. He tried reaching out to me last months and told him I was not interested in speaking to him and found somebody that actually respects me and has never hurt me.
Sorry for the long story.

Today my 15 y/o son in high school was asked by the IEP/504 specialist what type of accommodations he needs. He is recently diagnosed and does not know the options available. We asked for a list but we're told a list doesn't exist. If every student learns differently, and there is not a cure all for every student, why is there no list provided for a parent to discuss and decide possible options? Looking for accommodations you have heard of or have used.
Located in the US
Thanks, A Mom

My son (30m) has lived in my apartment his whole life rent free, he is unemployed and wants to move his girlfriend (20f) into my apartment. I (50m)have tried to talk about rent to him but he pushes that subject away and tells me how I need to be a supportive father and let them move in and turn his room into a media/living room and my room into their room. They haven't told me where I will stay since there is only 2 rooms in my small apartment. I have texted my son that I have bought boxes and he has thirty days to move he and his girlfriend are pissed. My exwife (49f) is telling me to let them be kids and find a hotel to stay at while they live rent free. They expect me to pay for everything including their media/living room idea. My exwife has money and a huge house (5 beds 2.5 baths) that can easily fit 2 extra adults. I have suggested this idea to my ex but she doesn't like it saying she doesn't have space. I can barely afford to live in my apartment let alone have more people in my house. My son is playing the victim and convincing family and friends that I am a terrible father for not letting him stay at my house, his girlfriend recently got kicked out of her mother's house for wrecking her mom's car and that's the excuse my son and his girlfriend use to try to live in my apartment. My son is also trying to get me to give them my car for free too. What do I do?

I want to preface this by saying that my (27F) boyfriend's (35M) son (10M) is lovely, he's a great kid. I'm just not sure the stepparent life is for me. I feel like I get frustrated with him super easily. We have primary custody so we have him most of the time, and I don't love that everything in our schedule revolves around him and unfortunately, my boyfriend's ex's schedule. I pick up and drop off his son every day, and although I did offer, I now can't back out because my boyfriend's job starts much earlier than it used to, and in order to drop his son off, he would be 2 hours late to work. I find myself frustrated though that even if I let him know in advance there isn't really a way for me to get out of this schedule. I also feel bad because I'm dreading having him during the weekdays this summer, as I work from home but his son does not understand that me being on the computer is working, not playing games, so he's constantly talking to me, asking questions, bugging me about things to the point that I have trouble getting work done. I feel guilty asking him not to sit near me while I work, but he will play video games and make noises, make commentary, and talk to me while he does it, even if I ask him not to and remind him that I'm working. If I have headphones in he still does it as well.
I guess, as messed up as it sounds, I feel like I have the burdens of having a child without having my OWN child yet. I feel like a terrible person saying that because genuinely this kid is really great, and treats me very very well. He's always up in my business which is annoying but I'm assuming that's just a kid thing. All things considering, definitely the best step son you could ask for. And I absolutely love my boyfriend. He's far and away the best man I've dated, and I genuinely think he would be perfect for me... if it weren't for the fact that he has a child with someone else. I don't love the fact that we can't move (ex can veto us moving even into another school district), my ex still harbors a lot of anger for his ex and her parents (rightfully so, but I hate that it doesn't feel like he can just let it go), he doesn't want to go on vacations without his son, but taking him is a financial issue, along with the fact that all his son wants to do is play video games. Also we can't take him without his ex's permission, and she is really inflexible unfortunately.
At his mom's he can stay up until 2 am playing video games, eat literal quarts of ice cream each night, all the chips he wants, and do and say anything he wants. Which is super tough when he comes back here. My boyfriend seems resigned to certain things that personally I would be tougher about, but I respect the fact that he is the parent and makes the rules. But my boyfriend gets so worn down and frustrated that he ends up letting his son do things he wouldn't normally, because there's such a vast difference between what he is allowed to do at his moms house versus my boyfriend's.
His mom also has money from her parents, although surprise surprise, my boyfriend still has to pay alimony. However, they give his son money that he isn't allowed to bring here, so he ends up spending hundreds on video games. All of this has made him super spoiled and entitled, and it actually makes me upset because I don't want him to turn out being an entitled adult, not to mention I don't like dealing with an entitled child.
There's always a sense of awkwardness in terms of what his son can say to his mom and her parents, because they are constantly prying to find out more about me, about what goes on at my boyfriend's house, etc. It's like they are always trying to find something to use against us. It's become so bad that my boyfriend has had to tell his son to just be honest and tell them that all this asking about us makes him uncomfortable, because it does! And they've been trying to find out how much money I make, tried to argue to their lawyer that alimony should be changed because I'm contributing to the household. (Luckily that didn't go anywhere) But I feel like I'm constantly trying to hide something, like when they come pick him up I have to be out of sight, I can't be discussed, idk it's just weird. (To be clear, I've been open to meeting his ex, but she does not want to meet me.)
The best way to put this whole thing is that, I don't feel like this is OUR life. I feel like it's my boyfriend's life and I'm just living in it. He always says things won't always be this way but how much longer can I feel like an extra wheel in his life? He has already done everything, been married for a long time, had a child, etc. I feel like my life is just starting in so many ways. He doesn't agree with that train of thought but it is hard not to feel that way. Do I give up my perfect man because of his terrible situation? I know I would miss him like crazy and I would feel like I made the wrong choice, but I keep saying I'm going to decide after x time, and I keep extending it. I just don't know what to do. Will I ever feel like a priority in this relationship? Will I ever feel like this is my life and not just me playing house? I feel like such a fraud because I have people wishing me happy mothers day when I really just feel like a glorified babysitter, I'm not a mom, and although my boyfriend thinks I do great, I know that I'm not as patient as I should be with his son. I told him tonight that I don't enjoy being a stepparent, despite the fact that his son is really great. He didn't know how to react to that other than I could tell he was super sad, but I just felt like such a fake given how great everyone thinks I am with his son. I'm torn between leaving the perfect man, and facing the fact that although my boyfriend says things will get better, he can't really promise me that.

My parents' relationship wasn't always the ideal one. I grew up seeing their fights because of past issues like my dad's infidelities, my dad's toxic side of the family, etc. I grew up thinking that was the norm. Pero, hindi pala dapat ganun yung isang pamilya.
I grew up with my best friend pero we mostly spent time together in school since malayo bahay namin sa isa't isa. Fast forward to the time na lumipat sila malapit samin, so I got to spend most of my weekend afternoons with them a lot. That was also the time na kakauwi nina tito and tita from abroad for their house blessing. My HS weekends with them would usually consist of running sa morning tas lunch sa bahay nila. Minsan, hanggang hapon nandoon ako para manood lang kami ng tv sa sala, discuss ng news, mag-aral, tas makipagkwentuhan with the grandparents.
I still recall yung first lunch ko kasama sina tito and tita (since they live overseas for their business and holidays lang sila umuuwi), nanibago talaga pananaw ko about couples. Sobrang sweet nila unlike my parents. Memorize ko pa yung kwento ni tito about sa panliligaw niya kay tita. Super saya niya raw nung sinagot siya ni tita given na puro sulat at papel lang before since hindi pa uso yung phone. May time na he would ride a boat back-and-forth para bigyan lang ng flowers si tita since long distance sila.
That lunch was a full circle moment for me. I began to realize that this is what a healthy family should be. I began to understand what genuine love was.
Of course, nasundan pa yung lunch na yun, even dinners, ganun ako kaclose sa family nila. Still, ganun yung treatment ni tito kay tita. Tito never shied away kung gaano niya kamahal si tita. Tama pala talaga yung best friend ko. Kaya ganun na lang pala siya ka proud sa love story ng parents niya. I admired them as a couple and I admired them more as parents.
Tito, you became one of my dads especially during what I considered as my lowest moment where I thought I was going to lose my mom. I was a high schooler dealing with doctors and nurses' instructions kasi no adult was beside me. The first call I received wasn't even from my dad, it was an overseas call from you asking what assistance I need kasi you'll send someone or anything for me. All night I was stoic, pero I broke down at that hospital corridor at 3 am still in my high school uniform from that call.
So, thank you, tito! I hope you celebrate more of your birthdays pa with tita and your kids! You had sons lang and you wanted a daughter, so I'm lucky you considered me as one.
And sa best friend ko, thank you for sharing your family with me! Bruh, I won't tell this to you kasi iyakin ako pero mas iyakin ka. Thanks for being the brother from another mother.

all of this was $75 and a 3 hours drive and imo was SO worth it!! cloverleaf manor is massive! a little bit sun damaged and discolored but still so gorgeous. and all the families with the grabby hands!! the buckley deer family (who have lost their son in a tragic accident it seems) and whisker cats seriously have my heart. all have been well loved and need a little cleaning but i’m just so happy about all of these guys!! also giving me the perf opportunity to try making some clothes!
also does anyone know where the pink heart dress on the white mouse mom came from??
and swipe to the end for the baby panda of your nightmares tho yikes🐼

I, 26F have a 6 m/o son with my ex, 31M, of 1 month. I know what you may be thinking, and yes, you read it right. Before my son, I was a hopeless romantic and I accepted love in all the wrong places. When I broke up with my ex and soon after found out I was pregnant, I learned my lesson about having relations and being too trusting of people I barely know. I have been single and focusing on taking care of my son ever since. A little background on the history of my ex and I:
We met on social media last year and he texted me first with a line that I’ve never heard from anyone. It made me laugh, so thought I would give him a chance. He said all the right things to me, and lied about so much (for example, he lied about having a twin sister and she’s the same age as me) and I fell for it. We ended up meeting in person, he told me he loved me after a week or so of being together (major red flag that I ignored) and that was the very night I conceived my son. Shortly afterwards, I found out he was cheating on me and he stole money from me. Then about a month later, I found out I was pregnant and when I told him he was excited at first.
We kept a line of communication, but he made most of my pregnancy stressful. He denied my child and told people that I was pregnant when we met, we only had sex once (we didn’t but IF WE DID, he doesn’t realize it only takes one time to get pregnant), and that we were never in a relationship. In the same breath he was trying to cheat on his several girlfriends with me, but I wasn’t having it. I would also notify him of appointments to check on the baby and he would say he’ll come and ended up being a no show. I tried to keep him updated on the baby and he would say I didn’t. He had me involved in so much drama and I eventually found out he had two other women pregnant at the same time as me (he denies getting one of those two pregnant but I know he’s lying). It was just too much. Eventually we went no contact and shortly after, he went to jail. He stayed for the better half of the pregnancy and for about the first month of him being incarcerated, we got back in contact with each other, and he tried to make me do favors for him that I wasn’t comfortable doing because it would start drama or I just wasn’t obligated to do and this became a huge problem for him since I was not doing what he wanted. It turned into an argument and he told me not contact him again, so I told him he wouldn’t hear from me again and blocked him. For months he had strangers texting me on his behalf asking me to contact him because he felt remorseful. I blocked those numbers as well because I didn’t want to stress anymore during the rest of my pregnancy than I already have. Long story short, we were in contact on and off and he eventually was released from jail. He didn’t attend the birth of the baby because I didn’t want him there. I wanted to have a peaceful labor and delivery.
After my son’s birth, he was asking to see him, but I didn’t want him anywhere near us. My mom made me change my mind by telling me that I should let him see the baby because I don’t want to give him the chance to say that I never let my son see him if he were to ask in the future why he couldn’t come around him and cause him to resent me for it. To this day, he has not physically seen my son since he was born and has only helped once with him financially. He’s only seen him via FaceTime and after a month of my son being born, he went back to jail for violating his probation. Ever since, we have been on and off with communication. He always tries to get back in a relationship with me, even when I have told him no several times (and he knows why but expects me to get over him treating me like shit when I was pregnant), flirts with me and calls me “bae” even after I would tell him to stop. We still fight from time to time and he always goes out of his way to disrespect me. So now I don’t answer when he calls unless the baby is awake and he says things to me like, “when I call, you need to answer” and “don’t let anyone keep you away from me”. I don’t want to talk to him unless it’s about our son. I’ve made this clear to him several times and he blatantly dismisses it and gets angry because he can’t get any control over me. He doesn’t respect me or my wishes and I don’t want to deal with it any longer, but I don’t want to deny my son of his father. I feel like he thinks he has some kind of sense of ownership over me because I have his child and it doesn’t sit well with me at all.
Would I be the asshole if I stopped contacting him because he makes me feel uncomfortable?

First, let me say that this is already done, so there’s no changing anything at this point, but I feel a bit guilty about my part in this.
I live in an apartment building, like many do. I’m a feminine-presenting woman, and basically present straight but I’m a lesbian. I’ve lived in my building complex for a number of years now. Before I lived here, I lived with an ex partner who owned her place and was much bigger (taller and in weight) than me, and was quite abusive, threatening, and an alcoholic in denial. The history isn’t fully pertinent here but it does gives some background.
About a year ago, I was in my parking lot and got talking to the maintenance man and a woman I’d never seen before. She found out I was in the apartment next to the one she owned, and she very strongly said “do NOT get to know my son.” Uhhh okay. That warning came out of nowhere honestly. Now, I’d already met her son in passing, but in all the time he lived next door, which was about a year and a half, maybe two years I think, we had one extremely brief exchange ever. However, her son was “tall, dark, built, and handsome.” So, I’m sure she assumed I was straight and possibly interested. Fair point, I get that assumption a lot. I didn’t correct her.
Her son kept to himself, never spoke to anyone, and never bothered me. No idea what he ever did with his time, but I never tried to find out either. He did have his door ajar constantly and a wire that plugged into the outlet directly outside his door, which at first was a bit uncomfortable, only because the door was open all the time, but didn’t bother me otherwise. It wasn’t my electricity, you know?
Fast forward to a few months ago when I came home and saw a handwritten sign posted on his door talking about how technology allowed people to listen to and abuse his brain, and mentioned a bunch of names, including some personal relationships (his, not mine) and some local politicians names. (Note: I’m trying not to go into great detail to keep this as vague as possible).
Now this is the start of where I may be TA. I took a pic of the letter, because this was definitely out of the ordinary and I sent a photo of it to my landlord, who suggested I send it to the building manager (which I did), as well as I sent it to a friend who has dealt with stalkers for some advice…and I went to the police. Building manager basically said we know, nothing we can do. Cool. Friend said he’s not threatening you, it’s not a crime. Fully agree.
I decided to stop by the police - NOT to in any way get him in trouble, but given my past experience with my ex who made me feel incredibly unsafe in my living space, I wanted to just get the lay of the land of what they thought, what could or should be done if things escalated in any way. The police suggested what I thought they would - call the non-emergency line and ask for wellness check, but otherwise, no crime has been committed, nothing to be done. Okay, I felt better understanding what I could/should do IF there were any other issues. I never did call the non-emergency line btw. Again, I never wanted to get him in trouble, just saw that there were concerning issues.
Fast forward to about two months ago and I come home to find an eviction letter typed up from the building on his door. Amongst the things they cited was that he was stealing electricity - and that he made his neighbors uncomfortable living near him.
OH. NOOOOOO…..
Ugh the waves of guilt and crappiness I felt upon seeing that. Like most, I struggle with my own mental health issues, and other than exes, have had lots of friends struggle with mental health issues, including one friend who unalived herself two years ago. Was I semi-concerned for my own safety? Well yeah, history can make you skittish even when you don’t mean to be. But ultimately? I recognized this guy was likely having medical issues and needed people to know and help him. Did I go about this in the right way? Pretty sure I did not.
So yeah, an email came through a month or so ago from management to the tenants that his mom legally evicted him from her apartment. And while I know these issues were happening long before me (given her comments to me), and ultimately weren’t my fault, I feel awful about my part in possibly making a mentally ill man unhoused (note: I have no further information about his situation since he was evicted).
Basically I feel like a giant AH, and I know on some level, I definitely was. As I said, the courts have already decided and he’s gone, so there’s nothing I can do now anyway. I just feel crappy, and I’m sure some of you will confirm I deserve to feel crappy. I’ll take that. Anyway, to wrap this up, the mental health care system sucks and I hate that this guy needed help and I may have had a hand in making things harder for him.
Okay have at me.