Mom and son in bed

As I look back at it, I see a lot of resentment in the way I thought about him, and it struck me, I did envy him, he’s the son my mom wishes the she had, my heart was fueled with contempt , wanting him to love me and me wanting to be him, my heart burned with envy every time I saw his picture, he’s everything my mom wanted, he’s doing well in life, he’s mentally okay, tall and conventionally attractive, well liked by people, and I’m none of these things, I used to daydream about us being away from people, as if I felt the shame of being compared to him, as if people will look at me in disgust, and that made me runway and hide myself, just full of shame and humiliation for a scenario that only existed in my head. Even though I now don’t care about him per se, my heart drops when he appears in my recommendations for friends, I despise him, but he was only in my life for a few days… which is weird

I don't really use this site, the only times I use it is for advice; But I really have no one else to tell this to. I legitimately think I'm gonna die soon. It's a very strong gut feeling that I can't get rid of no matter how much I try to get it off my mind. I try to calm myself down when it comes to mind, I draw, write, watch some youtube, maybe even play a game or something, but no it doesn't work I get worse. I think the thing that started all of this was after I got sick and I had the worse panic attack in my life because I thought I was gonna die from pneumonia for some reason?? It's so bad I don't even remember anything from that night at all and my mom had to tell me what happened. After I some medication and recovered from being sick, I haven't been the same since after everything. I've become more paranoid, depressed, anxious, I started seeing and hearing things and I developed really bad thanatophobia. Everyday I get this gut feeling, no matter what is going on I feel it. I've been distancing myself from my friends and I've just been laying in my bed crying literally every. single. day. Because I do genuinely believe i'm going to die and I don't want people close to me to suffer that much or something. I told my therapist and they gave no comment on it. I'm really scared because I don't want to die.

I need help with a degu problem. Recently I got 2 degus - a mom and a son. The mom was chewing and clawing at her cage constantly to a point where the dug holes in the entire bottom and had to be moved in a tank. Now the tank has water resistent joints which she constantly tries to get at. She us trying to escape, jumping, biting, etc. They gave plenty of toys to play with but I have removed anything she can climb on temporarily because she can chew through the top. The tank is also very big so she has a lot of space. I have a suspicion that she may be stressing the son because he is climbing on top of the water bottle and just sitting there, chattering with his teeth (which I read is a sign of stress). Can anyone give me any tips? Is the mom stressing out the baby and should they be separated?

I found a 4 leaf clover last Sunday. Everyone believes it is cursed and want me to get rid of it. I am not sure if it's actually cursed though, or if it actually gives goodluck. The reason Everyone thinks it's cursed is because I found it last Sunday, and the next day (monday) is when the tragedies started. Most of the tragedies have a goodluck, badluck to them. Neutralized luck is what I call it. Neutralized luck is where a bad thing happens to you, but you got lucky it wasn't worse. You can clearly see how it would be worse, but Goodluck stopped it. Most but not all of the tragedies are like this. The first tragedy is my house caught on fire last Monday. The breakerbox exploded and shot out flames. We ended up and having to stay in hotels this last week. The Goodluck is the door to the breaker box flash welded to the gas pipe. Got lucky Everyone isn't dead. Got lucky only the breaker box was damaged. Insurance is probably covering it. From there things just kept happening. My brother in law had heart problems and was in the ER for 3 days. He got lucky to not have a heart attack. Just irregular beat for those days. Next my mom and I worked is worked at the same place. She ended up and getting fired on friday. I'm exhausted because we worked the night shift and they wanted me to work despite the fire because everything's closed during my hours anyway. We will have to see how my work relations go after that. Next my roommates girlfriend might have a tumor in her uterus. His mom has a lump on her breast. And his dad is on his death bed. We will call him roommate number 1. Roommate number 2 his childhood dog died on thursday. We have two dogs and my friend was watching one for us and we had the other. We would let the dog into the backyard of the house during the day. I left her there and went to church. Someone broke into the garage and house and left the doors open. They stole a gun from the house and either took the dog, or she ran away. We don't know. My friend that is watching our other dog just called me crying. The other dog broke his outside leash and ran into the highway and got hit by a car. He was dead immediately.
The bad things keep piling up. But there are good events to counteract some of the bad. Not all have solved yet. The dogs are a hard one. The gun worries me that it will be used in a crime and I will get blamed. I did report it to the police. Everyone believes that the 4 leaf clover is cursed because that's when this started. It's from a type of clover that does not grow 4 leaves. The normal 4 leaf clover from Ireland is a different type. So this one is a mutation. I look at it as rarer and luckier because of the mutation. I look at it like I found a shiny Pokémon. Everyone else says it's bad because it's mutated and the bad genetics create bad luck. I am torn because I don't want to just get rid of it. As a kid I spent hours looking for 4 leaf clovers before I was told these ones won't grow them. So it was a childhood disappointment fulfilled.
So what I was thinking of doing. Is maybe I will post it on ebay as the cursed 4 leaf clover. I will include this story printed out. I will gather as much proof of the tragedies as I can. I know my house was in the paper. Maybe I will get a clipping of it. I have it taped in a vinyl tape but I also took a picture of it when I first picked it. It got scrunched in the tape alittle. But I will add the fresh picked picture. Then I will post it for $500 starting. It would be that big of a number for a cupple reasons. First, is that I don't want to give it up. (Childhood disappointment fulfilled) and if it's actually giving goodluck to counter the bad. second, would be to protect the curious but poor people. Someone who could shell out $500 for a clover is probably rich enough to afford some tragedies. And third, it would help allot in this hard time.
I will post it under the conditions that this post, or other reposts of this story I do, blow up or go viral. If this is viral then it might be worth it because people would be interested in the clover. Could actually sell. Then I know it's worth putting everything together. If this happens, I will leave an update on here with the link to the posting and where to find it.
What do you guys think? Do you think it's cursed? Or do you think it's actually lucky and helped in the bad times?
UPDATE: Two more bad lucks happened today. 5-14-24 Well actually one of the bad lucks happened a few months ago but it completed today. So a few months ago I started having these dreams about these spirits coming in and taking one my pet rabbits. I had these dreams every day for a week. The spirits had already picked a bunny they were taking. After that week, when I came home. All of the rabbit cages were thrown around, and the rabbits were out everywhere. The bunny was not missing. I fixed the cages and put everything back together. The next day I came home to the same thing. Rabbit cages everywhere. But all of the rabbits were accounted for even the one that was chosen. This would happen every day for a week straight. And I did everything I could to prevent the cages from being thrown around. I reinforced them, and made for sure that they weren't falling. But every day I had come home to find them trashed. But was able to get all the bunnies back in the cages. The very last day none of the cages were trashed. Everything was still in its place. Except for the cage of the bunny that was chosen, the door was opened and the bunny was gone. I tore the house apart for 4 days straight, looking for that bunny, but there was no sign. A few months have went by since then. And I've never had a problem with the cages since. I imagined the Bunny running around in the fae lands or something. But I always wonder if I would just randomly find him dead on a day that the bad luck wanted to make me suffer. I found him today. There was a tank of water in my basement, that catches the sewer water that overflows into the basement. It's hard to reach and usually behind the washer but since we have the electrician fixing the breaker box that exploded I took that tank outside and dumped it out. The Bunny came out. Is it almost looked still alive. Just wet. I picked him up and he fell apart. All that was left was hair and bones. This bad luck was one that happend before the clover. But I was right on him appearing at a bad time. A half an hour later, one of my bunnies randomly laid down and died. So I feel like the bad luck took 2 bunnies today. Even though one was actually mouths ago. With both bunnies form both times going at the same time. That tells me all of this was planned. It's been planning all of this for awhile.

My 3yold started nursery 6 weeks ago. He is not settling. Not sure what to do anymore.my son is going 3 days per week but since he started every day asks every 10-15 min of he is going to nursery He is waking during the night asking if next day he is going if i say yes he will not sleep and cry and begging not to go. I dress him up before bed and in the morning we just run in the car. I can t mention the word nursary. When he is there he is a bit sad sometimes and few tears as they say but he is happy most of the day. I tried taking, showing pictures, we talk a lot but not sure what else to do.

I [30M] recently moved back in with my parents to save money for a house in SoCal (average homes in this area are $1.3 million). I actually own my parent’s home at this point due to their serious debt issues, and work for one of the most prestigious companies in the world, so this isn’t exactly a case of “loser son moves back in with parents”.
My nMom has serious boundary issues and insisted on having no lock on my bedroom door as a child so she could walk in at any moment unannounced. Prior to moving back in, I had a very serious talk with her about entering my room without my approval. She did begin in the first week by knocking, but has been testing the boundaries recently and even walked in on my girlfriend and I a couple times while we were in bed.
This morning, I slept in late after getting approval from my boss to take the day off and she opened my door around 9:30AM, waking me up and said:
Mom: “why aren’t you up yet?!”
Me: “I’m tired and taking today off work.” (I was exhausted after the move)
Mom: “That’s not a good excuse. Get up, I’ll get your coffee started.”
I then enter the kitchen to sternly confront her about opening my door again and that whether or not I’m at work is none of her business…. She wanted none of it. She completely interrupted me and talked over me. I could feel her getting more irritated as she said my childhood name in a stern tone as a parent talks to a child and said:
“Johnny…. I needed to make sure you weren’t dead.”
Flabbergasted and angry, I told her she was being absolutely ridiculous and that I’m going to install a lock on my door as soon as possible.
She told me it’s not ridiculous and that she “has to make sure your father isn’t dead all the time.” I told her that’s some elite level manipulation.

Context information: When my husband and I met in November 2009, he had a 2-year-old son, (we will call him Tre) whose bio mom had voluntarily gave up custody and agreed to visitation prior to me being involved. We have been married since June 2010. In that time frame, we have had 2 more sons and the bio mom decided to stop visitation in January 2013.
When we started dating, I told bio mom I wasn't there to replace her, that I was there to help parent this little boy. My husband and I agreed that Tre should have the choice of what he wanted to call me (ex. my name, a nickname, mom, etc.). He chose to call me "Mommy (my name)" and to call his bio mom "Mommy (her name)". It was mostly to be able to distinguish between us and predominantly called us "Mommy" in person. His bio mom lost her mind when he said it to her face. It took hours to calm her down when she was going off because I "let him pick such a disrespectful name" for her. He was 2 1/2 years old.
We tried to be flexible with visitation, but countless times, she was coming to get him and would cancel or bring him back within hours of picking him up for whatever reason she would come up with. It got to the point that we had to stop telling him she was coming because of the disappointment he had when she cancelled. When Tre was 4 1/2, she decided to stop her visitations, brought all his belongings to our home, and walked away without even saying good-bye to him. I promised her I would never speak bad about her to him and have kept that promise to this day.
He asks questions about her which we answer to the best of our abilities and always remind him that if he wants to have a relationship with her, we will find her. He has a every right to know where he comes from. Currently, he has no interest.
One day, he asked me if I hated her. The answer was easy to me. "I do not agree or like the choices she's made, but I could never hate her. Hating her, would be hating a part of you, and I hate no part of you. Without her, I wouldn't have you." I don't want him to hate her. Hate is too heavy to carry.
Somehow, this story was brought up while I was talking to my husband's mom. My in-laws and I have had a rocky past because we are just simply very different people. After telling her the story about my son, she said that she would never be able to tell him that, that she hated his bio mom, and was utterly shocked that I didn't hate her too. After explaining my side and getting nowhere, I simply said, "If you can't keep that to yourself, then don't talk to him about her at all. He is a kid going through a lot and doesn't need the weight of your emotions weighing him down." She was baffled and screamed, "I helped raise that boy until you came into the picture, I'll say whatever I damn well please to him." For the record, my husband supports me and agrees not to talk bad about his bio mom to him. We want his opinion of her to be his own.
So, AITA for putting my foot down about this and not allowing her to speak badly of his bio mom to him?

Super long post so grab your tea and settle in.
I, (50f) have two kids; daughter (19) and son (18). My daughter has always been difficult. She would blame her brother for things she did, fight with him endlessly, lied continuously to me, stole from family and stores and was a hard teen to raise. She began seeing a boy (21m) 3 years ago and honestly I didn’t care for him from the start. He was rude, intitled, zero respect and already had quite the legal record.
My daughter ended up pregnant by him about 1 month into their relationship she was 16 he was 18. They lied to me and told me he was 16. They also lied about the pregnancy. She really didn’t get a pregnant belly and anytime I mentioned she was gaining some weight and could she possibly be pregnant she would accuse me of fat shaming her and being rude just for asking. Fast forward a few months and she said she was staying at her best friends for the weekend. Her friends mom even backed this story and lied to me saying, yes she is with us. When in fact she was at boyfriends recently acquired apartment ( I had no idea about and was told he lived with his grandparents). She went into labor that weekend, I still had no idea she was pregnant. When she finally called to say she was at the hospital and had a baby she insisted she had no idea she was pregnant and it was a suprise to all of them. I didn’t really buy that but didn’t argue, none of it mattered. She had a new baby and baby needed taken care of. With her story of not knowing I immediately went shopping. Bought everything you would need for a new baby. She let me know she was moving in with BF and would be raising the baby with him. When I dropped off the baby gear (literally an F250 truck load) to the apartment I notice quite a few items were already in place for a new baby, and realized they knew and had already gotten some stuff. None of that really mattered to me, I was a grandmother now and the how’s and why’s weren’t changeable so I just moved on. I tried really hard to accept her BF and invited him into our little family. He was always rude making snide comments about my son and their father. Father took his life a month before baby was born, whole other story. He would say how much better he was and would never leave his family, just a little turd. He wouldn’t let her visit without him. I couldn’t even talk to her on the phone without him listening and answering for her. He seemed extremely controlling and jealous of any relationship she had, even with her brother and I.
This kid could never hold a job for more than a month, sat around playing video games, didn’t help with baby, didn’t clean or cook. Just a waste of space, smoking weed and doing nothing. I tried not to say anything but the look on my face was telling whenever she would talk about him to me. They eventually got behind and lost their apartment and refused to move in with me because I wouldn’t allow him to stay, just her and the baby.
They were living in their cars and couch surfing. She had very little contact with me durning this time. At one point a friend of theirs called me to tell me BF was being abusive and I drove to where they were living to see if she would come home with me and leave an abusive relationship. She refused, actually became very angry I would even butt in to their relationship like that. I honestly just wanted my babygirl, my first born safe and not hurt. A little time goes by and eventually she reached out and I help her get into an apartment, he wasn’t on the lease. A couple months go by she tells me she is 5 months with number two. I am less than thrilled but it is what it is and I am just happy she is in an apartment.
Then, I get a phone call. She was just taken to the hospital because BF hit her in her pregnant belly and baby wasn’t moving. (Baby is fine).
Cops were called he is taken to jail. There was apparently an incident before this where he gave her a black eye. The police were called then but he ran and they didn’t find him but there was still a report filed. I was never told of the black eye story till later.
The time he is in jail (3 months), she is at my house daily. I am helping her with the baby and her pregnancy. I go to doctors appointments was even in her labor room. Things were actually good between us and her and her brother were getting along great. Brother is an amazing uncle and loves his niece to death. Buys her anything she wants and they are so close. She tells me she is done with BF, has a restraining order. Is moving forward and sees how in 3 short months her life is actually improving.
But sure enough as soon as he is released (2 felony charges) she takes him right back. She lies to me saying she won’t and isn’t but I don’t believe her at all. So I drive to her place and he is there. She screams at me to mind my own business and if she wants him it’s not up to me. Again I have been there everyday with both baby’s. Helping her and getting a chance to know my grandkids. At this point am very attached to my little angels and extremely frightened for her safety . She tells me, If I can’t get over the fact she will be with BF, then she never wants to see me again. I’m crushed but at the same time I am done. Done with all the lies, done with being told I can’t see the kids. With baby number one I have gotten to see her just a handful of times until the three months BF was in jail. Done with being treated like crap from my daughter. I feel like she was just using me while he was in jail. So I say fine.
That was in march. I haven’t spoken to her since. She hasn’t reached out at all and even changed her number. I feel guilt because I didn’t really fight the no contact. I mean I miss the babies something horrible but I am so done with lies. But I also feel guilty because what if he is still hurting her. A couple of her friends let me know how she and the kids are doing. And now that she isn’t pregnant I know she could kick his butt in a fight. I feel like I have abandoned her but she is the one who said no contact.
I’m I wrong for wanting no contact as a parent?

So for context l'm female (18) and got a full scholarship to study abroad. My father, an emirate sexually molested me when I was 9 all the way until I was 11. He threatened me when I told him to stop and used fear to scare me into submission as he knew I was terrified of him. I have confronted him before and he apologized and says I should forgive him because he is my father. I said that's not how it works, but he kept going on about religion and tradition that I should respect him and therefore forgive him "for my own good" which Ik is all bogus. I gave him three conditions and that was to stop touching me in any way, control his anger and not yell all the time, and finally start respecting my mother. He said no to all 3. Which shows he doesn't give two shits abt my forgiveness. Oh and he was also cheating on my mom. He married a Filipino woman and had a son with her behind my mother's back. And then proceeded to blame us for him cheating.
Fast forward, I am now abroad with my mom and I confronted him again because he kept harassing us and calling in the middle of the night demanding to know where we were and why we weren't answering him (he could've googled the time difference, but ofc he didn't care enough to). So I confronted him again and told him to just leave me alone and let me be. He called me crazy for asking for space and telling him to stop texting me until I can get past the trauma of him sexually molesting me for years. Then he proceeded to threaten me saying he'll take my passport away and get my scholarship cancelled (I am already abroad and start next week so the tuition fees are already paid for) also he has to pay the scholarship back if we break the contract which he can't do as he does not have the money. But he will certainly do anything to satisfy his hurt ego. He always blames others for his mistakes. He even said he was sorry for himself that he ended up in this situation when he should be sorry to me. And then told me I can't make decisions because l'm a girl. He threatened my education, life and future career. Can he actually do anything as I am 18, but I am also a girl. Thanks.

Wanna to spill some tea and figured other parents would be the best people to share it with. It also gives some context to the issues I post here A LOT so buckle up.
I only have one brother. He is younger by 2 years and married with one son and twins due this fall. I love my brother very much. He married into a very big and close family. His wife is one of 4 sisters with parents, grandparents, aunts, uncles, cousins, and distant relatives galore all nearby and ready to help. It's great and I'm happy for them.
My parents live 5 minutes from them and ALSO want to help and see the kids and visit but with her big family and my brother doing EMT classes after his full time job my family gets kinda pushed off.
Now I live an hour away and understand that he is busy and can't visit me. I also have a baby with another on the way but my husband's family is broken and small and my family is just my mom dad and brother. So I don't have a busy schedule. We spend weekends at home doing projects on our house or cleaning ECT.
My parents feel very hurt by the fact my brother doesn't make time for them. I actually invited my mother over for a weekend to watch my baby so I could clean. I got her coffee out and we ate at a restaurant she hadn't tried and she tried sushi for the first time. We made chocolate candy and I even helped her with some self care she couldn't do herself!
After this my mom was talking to my dad more and more about moving to our town because I needed the help and appreciated it. My parents haven't always been the best but recently they have gotten better and I've been showing how much I appreciate them. My brother didn't even CALL my mom on mother's day. My mom worked that day so I texted her at work saying how I couldn't do much today but hoped that the last weekend she was over showed her how much I loved and appreciated her as a mom. I then asked what time she was off so I could face talk her with my daughter and I did that.
Anyway, I love my brother but I feel he is being unfair to my parents and I definitely think if they move down here my brother is going to be offended as if they don't want them but, well it really seems like my brother is the one pushing them away. I definitely want and need the help and my parents have stepped up for us a lot.
In the past I've been disappointed by my parents lack of effort but after some deep talks I realized they just didn't know how to help or they felt like no one wanted their help.
Anyway there's my family drama. I'm definitely glad I have family but I really wish that everybody could stop being petty and just offer the help and support that we all need. I'm really hoping they all learn to communicate with each other so we can stop the pettiness and not risk breaking up our small family.

So this is gonna be a long one. My ex and I legally divorced many years ago, finally, after she got pregnant with another man's kid. Someone who she had been dating for 2 months. It was a rough marriage, but also one I dragged out, badly not wanting to put our children through a divorce. I had a hard time letting her go, as she was my first relationship. I had a full-time job that required extensive commitment and required much of my time. Luckily, my job was flexible, and I was able to watch my kids while my then-wife would run off for weeks at a time, going to parties, doing drugs and, unbeknownst to me, having intimate relationships with other men and women. I realize how this sounds, but she was pretty open about drugs and partying, making it seem like a life crisis. And here's the kicker: she told everyone that we were in an "open relationship", a term I was too nieve to have heard of, and which her friends took at face value. It made her friends less likely to talk to me, thinking I was some weirdo. She was literally often times gone for WEEKS at a time. And when she's come back, she'd clear out the bank account. When we separated, it was because she left me and our two kids to move in with her "new boyfriend", which lasted for a few months. Long enough to be considered abandonment. Then it was move, move, move, until she got together with her new boyfriend, who knocked her up. I tried to give her a fair custody deal, in part because I was stupid, and in part because I was led to believe that, as the mother, she had a huge advantage with custody over me. For years and years, my ex-wife moved from place to place, taking advantage of me and badmouting me and screwing with me at every possible oppertunity. A few years back, there was an incident where she was convicted of abusing our children, leaving many physical markings on our son, who was 5 at the time. In exchange for her completing anger management and parenting classes, I didn't press for full custody. Now, years later, she started telling my son that she didn't commit the abuse, and that she didn't deserve to be on the child abuse registry. She moved in with her sister in November, then got kicked out in January. It was around that time that my son confided in me that, 1.) His mom didnt deserve to be on the child abuse registry, as she "didnt do it", and that 2.) I was the one who caused our relationship to go south, by avoiding my parental responsibilities, going out and partying, yadda yadda. Basically all the shit she did to me. In fact, I was trying to make money and be a full-time dad for our two kids, while she ran off and did these things to me. We are now in a place of her trying to go after full custody, and her trying to poison and twist the minds of our children. This has gotten much worse since she was ordered to pay $200~some~odd a month for child support, because the Court has a requirement that someone pay when the kids are on state assistance. The amount was significantly less because the Court had to impute my income. Since June of 2023, when I got diagnosed with a rare autoimmune disease that goes after my brain, I have had $0 in income. It's a hard disease to diagnose, but Ive gotten several second opinions, had eight MRIs, and all the experts agree: I have multiple sclerosis. My income was imputed at over $9,000 a month, while U survive off the generosity of my family. The only drama I have with them is related to how I used to defend my ex wife and let her walk all over everyone. Previously, I supported my family through hard work, bringing in, maximum, around $1500 to $2500 a month, but have struggled to get back to the point where I can work. Disability is no help, they just keep denying me. They don't want to hear about a 29-year-old with ongoing massivr fatigue problems. The Court tells me I need to be on Disability to have my income adjusted. I think my ex-wife is drugging one or both of my kids, possibly through second-hand cannabis use, but am legitimately scared to make such a claim. Every time someone has made a claim against her, it's come back to royally bite them in the ass, somehow. Meanwhile, she refuses to hold down a job, despite having a perfect-working immune system and seemingly unlikited energy, and now that she's been ordered to pay child support, the parental alienation has increased 10-fold, with my kids coming home three out of four weekends (her timr) needing to be "reset". They cuss and swear at me, as their mom has "no rules". I'm at a loss, what do you do in this sort of situation? I do have an attorney, who told me he doesn't think she'll ever be able to get 50/50, but I still worry about this, to the level of it effecting friendships and relationships with my family. I seriously have people that hate me because I put up with her. And I try, so hard, to be a good dad,, and to be always fair and not to crap-talk this woman. And with a few nasty lies, their mother seems to just uproot and wash away everything I've done, like it was nothing. It's just so defeating. They're six and ten, and I got on the most stable drug I possibly could, and have been working with physical therapy trying to get back with it. The drug I'm on doesn't make flu or covid more severe or risky, specifically because my favorite little human petri dishes are very likely to bring something home.I have no history with drugs or alcohol, or any criminal record. My name certainly isn't on the abuse registry, and I havent had an issue with CPS since I was married. I cannot tell you how many times I went out of my way, on my own dime, to provide two-way transportation to foster the relationship between these kids and their mother, believing it was best for them. I thought, maybe, eventually, she'd grow up and be a mom. For a while, I believed she was. All the while, I gave her money for food, a few times for rent, new car parts, installed by me, appliances hauled and paid for and installed, by me, trying to just help her out. All this only to find out years later that despite her not having these kids hardly at all, she was claiming that they lived with her full-time to get more assistance, and even today, she is the same crap-talking liar I had only previously seen glimpses of. After my son told me what his mother had said, I requested a copy of the previous abuse record from CPS, and come to find out, not only did she refuse the free parenting and anger management classes she was offered, even though we agreed she would take them, but she also tried to say that I left the markings on the children when CPS investigated, amongst other games. Our youngest corroborated the story perfectly to the CPS investigator at the time, according to the report, which concretely confirmed the details. After their mother refused classes, CPS ended up adding her name to the naughty list of child abusers. I strongly no longer believe that her having custody time at all is best for the children. What would you do, or have you done in a similar situation? What pitfalls do I need to avoid or not see coming? Additionally, how do you go about secretly drug testing your 10-year-old? Is there a more obvious answer? I am currently custodial, at about 80/20, with many times where she didnt take them during her time, but I fear what's in store for these kids in the coming months, when we transition to the usual 50/50 during the summer. Thanks for reading, and in advance for any advice!!

Just to preface, I'm not very close with my parents at all for various reasons and I especially don't usually get along with my dad. With that being said, I was going to decline like I always do when they ask if I want to go anywhere with them, but this time it was a whole Mother's Day thing and they were going out for dinner so I figured I'd be an asshole if I declined. Rather than driving myself separately I joined my parents in their car.
For context, I was part of my family's discounted cellular plan. I had to pay my dad on time, but I failed to do so which was admittedly my fault. He told me he would take me off their plan which I thought was completely fair. I decided to try a different carrier and my dad gave me a code to transfer my number. He made it seem like transferring the number wasn't related to cancelling the line, but turns out it actually was. I was doing a free trial with the new carrier so I didn't transfer my number right away in order to avoid complications, which was probably not a good idea in hindsight.
On the ride home my dad got to discussing how their carrier was still charging them for my line. I then him I still had service from the carrier they dropped me from, which I thought was just technology being weird since I watched my dad cancel the line and there was no mention of him getting charged after that until now. I didn't think to mention it to him at all which I guess was my mistake. He then told me I had to pay the $50 for the line which I objected to because he never said transferring the number is what cancels the line. Had I known that transferring the number is what cancels the line I would've transferred the number. He has a bit of a tendency to say one thing and then change it later to get his way which I suppose he does because he knows I'm not very good at remembering what people say verbatim, so this is what I thought was going on. At first my voice was raised a little, then he raised his over mine to where he was nearly yelling, but then my mom diffused it a little and both of us stopped talking. He went back to arguing about it and accused me of doing this "just to get back at his old man" which not only sounded absurd but absolutely wasn't true so I told him to drop it, which seemed to have really pissed him off.
Holding the wheel with his left hand, he raised his right hand threatening to hit me across the face. Initially I wasn't afraid at all since I thought there was no way he'd do this while he was driving on a highway with himself, his wife in the back and son in the passenger seat along with other traffic around, but he actually did it. He didn't sock me square in the nose or anything but there's a bit of bruising on my left eye from it. I raised my arms to block whatever he was going to do after that (he did nothing else) and eventually he pulled over to the side of the road and told me to get out, so I did and he drove away. There were no rideshare services around at the time so I was going to just get my steps in and walk home, but eventually my mom came back to pick me up. On the ride back and after we got home she essentially told me he hit me because of the "way I was talking to him" and that I needed to go talk to him about it, or in other words, apologize. The way I saw it, he had no reason to go from zero to a hundred in the first place nor did he have to get physical with me over it. In addition to this, when he apologized for flying off the handle at me for accidentally using a little too much soy sauce he said "we might do stupid shit but we're still you're parents" so I decided to just not apologize or say anything to him about it, which my mom told me I was "immature" for and that I was "making a big mistake" and just generally trying to make me feel guilty about it so that I'd apologize.
Me and my dad didn't speak to each other for a few days, but today he told me to come talk to him. Basically, he told me as a father he didn't regret striking me in the face because I'd been "disrespectful towards both of them for awhile" and that I was " talking to him like some punk off the street". He also claimed I was swearing at him saying "I'm not fucking paying it", which he insists I was doing but I'm almost certain I wasn't. He then said me saying "do it then" in response to him threatening to hit me is what made him do it and that next time he'd "close fist" me and kick me out if I disrespected him like that again since "it's the only way you're going to learn", even though I'm 99% sure I was saying "drop it". Then he admitted that if I told anyone else what happened, they probably wouldn't agree with what he did, but that as a father he felt he made the right decision. Finally, he said that if we butt heads again (which he also admitted would most likely be soon), he expects me to "open up the dialogue" between me and him. But considering the fact he just threatened to punch me, someone who's comparatively weaker than him, in the face if he detects what he considers "disrespect", I'm not really interested in opening any type of dialogue with him.
TL;DR dispute over cellular plan with my dad gets physical

My dad likened it to the opioid crisis when a ton of people got addicted to them. They think I can be cured of adhd if I eat, exercise, and sleep better. They think it’ll destroy me or something. But when I wasn’t medicated I was drinking two monster energies a day just to get by. When I wasn’t medicated I barely brushed my teeth and wanted to stay in bed all day. When I wasn’t medicated my mom nagged at me about all the things that adderall gives me the push to do. I took a week long break from it after graduation and rotted in bed all day. When I wasn’t medicated I was about to fail out of college. I was an absolute mess.
They don’t understand it, and they don’t think I should be taking it. They don’t understand that it’s a chemical imbalance that can’t be “cured.” I have a drug test coming up for a new job, and they’ve made that into an opportunity to bitch about adderall and how I shouldn’t take it cause it’ll show up on the drug test as an amphetimine.
I don’t know what to tell them because they’re listening to people from church who insist that adderall is bad and I should just eat better and exercise. My mom wishes “there was something else to help.” She also said it’s not like blood pressure or heart medication. She keeps asking me if I feel better when I take a break from it now because I’ve been taking it for a couple years. But I feel the exact same way as I did before I started taking it. Because to them if it’s not a physical issue then you just need to work harder. It’s just so frustrating to hear them convince me to stop taking it. I’m not confrontational at all but they want to talk to me about it tonight and I know I’m going to get upset.
I just don’t know what to say to them to get them to stop bothering me about it. I’m going to get upset because I have a lot of shame around being unable to function without it.

I’ll start this off where it’s relevant. Me and my partner were looking to buy a house and when we found the one we wanted of course my mom wanted to do a walk through with us. So we did the walk through and she thought it was nice and even joked about the basement being all set up for a mother in-law suite. To which my husband replied we don’t have any intention of renting it out and we don’t know if we will need that space yet.
Later I was at her house visiting getting some help doing out taxes and she was on the phone then asked my about giving her landlord notice. I was busy I didn’t really hear her or know what she was asking and just said “ya ya, give me a minute.” And she walked away and I figured she’d ask me again after think it was about lunch or something. She never brought it up again but we had talked about it in the past and I always told her the same thing my husband had. We don’t plan on rent out the basement and we will probably need the space.
Fast-ward we just finish moving our stuff not even unpacked yet and she needs to move out cus she’s given her notice and of course I felt terrible saying “ya ya” not know what I was saying yes to. I convinced my husband to let her move in and his wasn’t happy but we moved her into the basement. We did say a few rules not smoking in the house there is a detached heated garage for that. The upstairs was supposed to be our space. And don’t overstep boundaries or our parenting.
That’s when all the issues started. My mom would make plans for me with little notice and monopolies my and my kids time. At first it was fine to get to spend time out with her and the kids but it became an issues when she wouldn’t respect my boundaries. Like I need more notice cus I do make plans with my husband to do family stuff or friends. Or I don’t want certain people around my kids and she would bring us there or invite them over. If I invited friends over she’d come upstairs and take over the conversation and not let me talk and try to bring them downstairs to sell them stuff she’s made. She never respected the upstairs was our space rule.
She would talk down to me in front of my kids why isn’t the house spotless. Why are there dishes in the sink etc.. she would complain about everything but never help. She would not listen if I told hethe kids no to something ex. Candy before dinner. Me: No you can’t have candy before dinner, maybe after. Her: They are only kids once let them have it. And would give it to them. They need to eat lunch but “oh she was on a diet.” And so on
It got to the point where she would tell me she doesn’t have to listen to me cus she’s my mother. My kids started to throw fits and say I was mean and “they wanted nana cus she gave them anything they wanted.” Or “why do I have to listen to you when nana doesn’t have too?”
One Christmas I was working to afford a better Christmas and help pay off the line of credit we needed for the house. We hosted the Christmas dinner and had family and friends and everyone helped out. I cooked all day and then took a nap while everyone else was enjoying dinner as I had to work the night and was already going to be running on fumes. When I got up to my surprise everyone was still there. They were helping put the food away and had made me a plate for work. When I got home the house was clean and I was relieved as I was exhausted and just wanted to get some sleep. My mom told me she did all the dishes for me and cleaned to kitchen.
I worked for a few months before and after Christmas and during this time my mom was chain smoking in the basement. Her bedroom right below ours and our kids rooms. Me and the kids have asthma and my husband has crippling migraines that helped encourage him to quit smoking years ago. I didn’t notice the smell unless I was down stairs but he noticed it immediately. Saying he can’t sleeping and his crippling migraines had come back and the house smelled like cigarettes smoke. I confronted my mother and she said no of course she would smoke in the house but all her stuff clothes, furniture, smells that way cus she use to smoke in the house at her old place. (Mind you she was living with us for months now, and some of her future was new and we only just started having a problem suddenly after months with no issues related to smoke/smell)
Me and my husband fought over this as I really didn’t want to believe she would smoke in the house. First off it’s illegal here and second she knows off all our health issues. And you can get in trouble with child protective services if they thinking your smoking in the house which is considered endangering the health and safety of your children. And asthma can be considered the fault of the parents if they are smoking around them. You can’t even smoke in the car if a child is in the car with you
So my husband got a nicotine testing kit and when it finally came in we put it to use. The house was completely clean when we moved in. We found next to nothing upstairs but downstairs was a different story. My mom’s bedroom and kitchen being the worst. I was so mad that I decided I would look around to see if I could find an ashtray. Well I found it in her nightstand right beside the bed…. I was pissed. I can still remembered her fallling asleep with a cigarette in her hand on multiple occasions as a kid and how lucky we were that she never burned the house down back then
I confronted her when she got home and her instantly denied it till I showed her my proof and that I found her ashtray “your husband didn’t want her there always” was her response. I was floored. The whole time I stood up for her after confronting her the first time. she was lying saying “I’m so sick, I’m not even smoking right now, I’m quitting.”
He had bin upset at first but the first few months were great till all the issues started. But I quickly realized that no matter what I said I’d be wrong and she wouldn’t apologize. She had no remorse or sympathy not even when I mentioned the kids health or mine and my husbands. As she was my mother I felt it was my personal responsibility to hold her accountable for her actions we were going to give her till the spring as she is old but her response infuriated me.
She made it clear she didn’t have any level of respect for me or my husband and didn’t care about her grandchildren’s health…. I told her she had till the end of the month to move. She was pissed. She wanted to die here and how could I pick my husband over her and allow him to force her to move and in a month no less. I told her it was my choice to only give her a month and that I couldn’t stand to look at her. And this was the straw that back the camel’s back.
After that she avoided us and would hide in the basement when she wasn’t at work. A day or so later I woke up in the middle of the night to a noise only to find my mother in kitchen going through our cupboards…. I asked her what the H she was doing in my kitchen in the middle of the night? After that I started double checking the door separating the basement from the upstairs was locked at night.
She didn’t want to move so naturally I helped her looked for a place. Did the walk throughs with her till she settled for a place and of course she complained the whole time. How could I do this to her, look at the house I was forcing her into. (She picked it) and it was the nicest one we looked at. In her price range. And it was still close enough to visit and come help her if she needed it.
She refused to pack so I ended up packing everything for her and as I was packing her things I kept coming across things she had stolen from us. A can opener, canned goods, cereal, shopping bags, a blanket she had knitted for the family for Christmas and other things she had got the kids among many random things she must have wanted. I was growing more upset as the days passed and I told my husband everything I had come across while packing her things each day. He told me not to bother taking anything back because she would probably forget she stole it and claim we were stoking her things. He said she could have anything she wanted and hopefully with time she would remember that we still gave her whatever she wanted and there might be hope to fix the relationship with her in the future.
We called a couple friends to help us move here. We even put the furniture in the rooms/spots she asked for them to be put and we them up. As for the boxes I was going to help her empty them and put everything away but the first night she refused to let me touch anything and I just ended up sitting there while she berated me. “You’re a horrible daughter!” “A horrible mother!” “You’d let your own mother live in this dump!” “Who going to take care of me now? I might as well just die” “if I die it’s because of what you put me through” and those are only thing things a can remember
She keep my there in till 2 in the morning after that I said I couldn’t help her because I still had kids at home I had to get up with and she wouldn’t let me help anyway just berate me the whole time.
Me and my husband both agreed that we wouldn’t stop her from seeing the kids but she would have to respect our boundaries or we would have to put a stop to it. She refuses to see us or the kids. She refuses to apologize or admit to any wrong doing. She going around telling everyone I’m dead to her and take we took everything from her and we used her and abused her. We stopped talking to her all together and stopped trying to visit her.

Not really sure how to put this,but I know someone in my apartment complex about 4 or 5 years ago and they had a 2 year old son.I didn’t really get close to them at first but over the past year and a half I have gotten to know them a bit more.There son had long long hair and he kind of acted and looked really young.I found out last year he was almost 7 and has never been to school! The dad has had a few jobs here and there and he lost his license due to unpaid fines I have heard. The mom doesn’t work because of anxiety and smokes pot all the time as does the dad.That doesn’t really bother me,but what bothers me is she keeps her son in all by himself and they have a baby monitor to keep an eye on him,and they keep him outside in the evenings with them…this child is autistic and has limited vocabulary and is still in diapers! They finally got him a hair cut .They don’t homeschool him or take him anywhere.They do go places in the summer with him but he has no idea how to play with other kids in the building. Doesn’t it say that every child has the right to an education?

Disclaimer: if you do not want to know truths about Pamela Ku Webster, stop reading now.
Over the past few weeks, Mom and I have been approached by many people from Pam's past: estranged childhood/high school friends and family members. We verified our sources' identities (which will be kept private because "creepy people"), and have spoken with each of them separately. Each have corroborated the following facts.
Between 1991 and 1993, Carlos Ku had an affair.
This affair produced a child.
Rachel Ku, upon finding out about the affair, went crazy. She began stalking this woman, and on at least one occurrence, had her children in tow during a stake out.
Rachel Ku also went so far as to hire a private investigator to find more information on this woman. When receiving the report from this PI, she called in her children in so that the PI could tell them everything that they found out.
Rachel wanted nothing to do with her step son and did not allow Carlos to see him.
Let this settle....
Rachel also did not allow Spanish to be spoken in the house. Carlos would speak it time to time but they were not fluent Spanish speakers as Pam wants you to believe.
Pam's first or second fiancé (she was engaged at least 3 times before Matt, as he was her fourth choice lol) sued her when the wedding was called off because she wanted to keep the ring. She was suing him for lost deposits on the wedding. Not sure how this resolved but this could explain why she claimed Bankruptcy so early. His name was David and his sister was porn star, Gina Lynn.
High tea is served. Enjoy.

My parents got separated when I was 8, it wasn't shocking, the only memory I remember of them being together is when they fight, reason-money huh normal ig. Until it wasn't, they went on with their separate lives leaving us with our grandparents (mom's side) whom I've adored because they we're so kind, not until they showed their true colors. They we're reprimanding and always complains about money despite them taking all what my parents send for us. I also lived with an uncle who caused multiple murder attempts on them and sometimes threatens me- he's a drunkard and chainsmoker. When I was 16, my father took me because I simply can't handle that abusive kind of life anymore and my siblings are gonna work soon. But he's no different. The first few months he was okay and very supportive throughout my studies until again, he wasn't. He's a gambling addict and I really thought I could escape people with addiction but no, he can't even give me money for my tuition but he "parties" (i doubt, he's definitely gambling) every night. He even comes home with a girl I don't know, then yesterday, when I told him I saw her on his bed he said it was his girlfriend and she's gonna live in. I was mad at him, very, for always giving bare minimum. My siblings always say "appreciate it, he wasn't like that before remember." But I just can't, it's so low and I feel that I have right, every right to be mad at him and yes, for gambling my mother's money. And even my siblings' money NOW. I grew up hating him because as the youngest the people around me taught me to hate him for what he did to my mother. Every mistake I do now that I live with him, he asks my siblings "how did you raise that kid, i don't know." Which is definitely foul, we fight every day now and today is my birthday and he still reprimands me. I just hope he pays my expenses, I don't want to have a relationship with him anymore or whatsoever, and once I'm finished, I'll cut him off because I'm afraid he'll definitely take my money away too once I finish studying.
Today is my birthday, and he promised me a gift but of course he didn't fulfill that, instead he asked me why I only talk when I need something from him now, and he's become more mad at me and I don't know what to do.

So the title is pretty much what happened. Me and my bf were out shopping for hamster food for our female syrian that we got maybe 6 months ago and we were chatted up by a worker who showed us some new baby syrians that just got placed on the floor. So we look at them and its mostly little boys who were about 1.5 months old ( or that's what I was told ) so I asked the worker if they were old enough to adopt because to me they looked super young. She said they were for "sale" so I didn't really pay it much mind. I'll also point out that this store was putting the entire family out on the floor, as I was introduced to the mother hamster and most of her young litter. So the store seemed a bit janky in hind sight... but now that I've brought my little guy home, I'm noticing the tell tale signs of him missing his mom. All of my hamsters have almost immediately fallen in love with me and my partner and he was no different, he snuggles up to us and fell asleep on us in bed the first day he was home. But while he sleeps he will suckle on our fingers or anything near him. He also isn't very stable. He wobbles around and I've basically had to baby proof his enclosure. He even seemed to struggle using a water bottle or bowl to drink. So I'm basically reaching out to look for any info that would help me to help my little guy adjust. He's got basically everything a ham could ever want ( variety of food, digging materials, and toys) plus all the attention 2 working people can give him. But what else is there that I can be adding to his enclosure or maybe our handling methods to help him? He's super skittish even with him being friendly. He doesn't show signs of stress when handled and even seems to beg for it. I've gone so far as giving him a fluffy de-stuffed toy to snuggle with and he's really seemed to like it. So can I do anything else?

I have an overwhelming urge to tell my WH's AP's boyfriend what she does on the internet.
Backstory- DDay was 1 month ago. WH had an EA that was not really even that. Someone he found on Reddit on a NSFW subreddit. Someone inviting DMs to play. No emotional exchanges. Sexting naughty fantasies, her sending him pics of her engaging in relations with other men. Him reciprocating with dick pics and videos of him "finishing". All he knew was her first name, where she lived (out of state), that she was an alcoholic and had a serious long-term boyfriend that had no idea this is how she handles her days and "would be devastated to know" (her words in response to my WH asking her how her BF felt about them engaging this way, as per my own witness of such text)
When I found out about the sexting, after picking myself back up off the floor, I immediately went into detective mode. Paid for the background check, found out where she lives, her full name, where she works, etc... for no other reason then sheer madness and curiosity as I was seeking so many answers. But, I also figured out who that long term BF is... and I want SO BADLY to anonymously message him and share a few bits of proof of who he's really dating. It's coming from a place of "want to get back at hewant to save someone else from this heartache"
My WP and I are in early R. While I am still processing so much hurt, I know R is the right step. We are 11 years in with crushes on each other dating back to when we were 10 years old. (We're in our 40s now). 2 kids. Great, strong history. This all came about from my WH feeling lost after we had to humble and house-share with my parents post COVID/housing crisis. Our relationship became complacent due to our living situation. Towards the end of that, I got promoted at work to the tune of a million more responsibilities and good $$, as he was on the chopping block due to budget cuts at his. I stopped dealing with my post-partum healing and dove head first into that new position, working at home as often as I was working at the office. Oh, and trying to be superMom to 2 young kids. He needed serious validation and attention that he never once mentioned he was struggling with.
While we never stopped laughing or loving, we definitely started going through the motions, desperately counting the days until we had our own place again, my brain was healed, my work was more balanced and his job status was solid.
Fast forward 2 years . On our own again, in our own home. They saved his job. Mine is so much more balanced now that I've made it through that initial "OMG what did I agree to" overwhlem. Kids are happy. Sex life came back. (And we have a very adventurous one. Enjoy it all. Explore it all. Lots of play and fun. Lots of deep intimacy as well. Always has been.) The sparkle came back to his eyes.
But...I guess he just still needed to see her goddamn sex acts with other people, still kept engaging with her when she would reach out to him. Albeit a few months go by here and there in between. (I learned that this discovery of his that a woman on the internet thats not a porn star, but just like you and me, could ask to engage in that way so easily and discreetly, he became obsessed. Reached out to over 80 women. Had only 4 that actually became regular sext partners and it was daily) - so my warped mind is, like, "ok" with the fact that around the time we got better, he stopped reaching out to her. (She was the only one left) But every 2-3 months or so, she just can't fucking help herself, her "other lovers don't answer her anymore and...." Cry me a fuckin river...
I ripped into her via text the day after discovery from a ghost number. Laid her out with everything I could muster that wasn't a threat. Told her exactly who she was, exactly what she could do with herself, and exactly how disgusting and ugly and worthless she was to this world. (Not sorry).
I watched him end it. I watched her respond saying "Good because he was nothing to her anyway and how disappointing he was for doing this to her" and he promptly told her to go get hit by a bus. (And I am comforted when he says that if any of the women he made this mistake with were to be dead tomorrow, his life would go on with a skip in his step and no sympathy. They were "pieces of meat" to him. Not women. Incredibly mean words, I realize... and we are actually very non-hate-fueled, but that's how he processed this. It's how I need to, as well, to find my footing right now)
We've been doing ok. I feel and see his remorse. I have zero trust and he has been incredible about allowing me every ounce of everything I need as these weeks develop, post. We're going to make it through this, over this and beyond this.
But... do I tell? It's one of the last things I feel I need before I can start putting her out of my life and mind, and truly work on reconciling and rebuilding us/trust. And I don't even care what comes of it, except to go to bed tonight knowing... he now knows too. We're even.

I'm just kind of lost and don't know where to start, it's like they don't understand they came into my life at a time everything flip upside down and I was just trying to restart. I had just left my kids' dad staying with my mom in her one bed room. Being honest probably not where I needed to be but I had no where else to go. The beginning of this year my son had 2 seizures and there was a false claim put into CPS that it was drug related later proved false later at a different hospital after he was transported. Cps had all ready found out I was technically homeless and my mom has passed drug use but is now sober. And has taken custody of my children til I get a job, get a car, a place to stay, parenting classes, mental evaluation. In 6 months but also do it without seeing your kids all the time. You wake up every day alone and go to sleep alone.

I (35F) was on my street and saw a girl (about 8) deliberately drop a kitten from shoulder height to the ground. The kitten had to brace itself to land safely. A man (I presumed dad) was watching and made no comment. I approached the kitten and noticed it was a bit thin. Instinct got the better of me and I took the kitten in. I posted on a local fb group about what I saw and asked if anyone knew the owner. Got the cat some food which it ate like it was famished. Didn't see anything on fb until the next morning when I found a flurry of messages.
First a female I'll call Milly, called and told me the whole story. The kitten was born under her bed. She moved out because of a breakdown in her relationship with her mum. She was sad to leave the cats, said there were about 9 in the home and 2 dogs, none of the animals were cared for properly and she asked me to keep the cat called Buddy. She said if I gave him back he'd disappear like the others eventually do.
Second female, I'll call her Annie. Messaged and begged me to return Buddy, confirmed she is Milly's sister. Agreed her younger sister was the one i saw with her step-dad and agreed her siblings needed to treat Buddy better. I offered to care for him and money to buy him but she insisted she was very attached to Buddy and would take better care of him, she also estimated 9 cats in their property and one likely pregnant.
While talking to Annie, her stepdad (we'll call him Gary) chimed in on the post I made on Facebook saying his younger daughter was just trying to "stop the cat following them" and she was crying all night because she was worried about her cat and I shouldn't have taken him and he's well fed.
I took the kitten to the vet who confirmed no microchip, his weight was OK but he had signs of worms so i got dewormer. Told Annie I'd return Buddy once he'd has his worming treatment and suggested chipping and neutering all the cats which she agreed she would look into.
Annie and I agreed a meet up point at which time step dad started sending angry messages from his workplace because I wasn't returning the cat yet and I was communicating with a child instead of him. Turns out Annie is 13! But WAY more mature than stepdad. He became threatening and I was home alone with a poorly toddler so I went to meet Annie. Sweet kid, took my advice on board and asked questions.
Told Gary cat was home, that from 10th June if Buddy isn't chipped someone can legally take him and claim him. I told him why I took Buddy and that if I'm concerned about an animal I'll check for a chip and act accordingly. I also told him Annie is a good kid and to neuter his cats! Then blocked him. Now Gary's teenage son is trying to intimidate me on my walk home.
TLDR; I kept a neighbours cat, even after finding out it belonged to them because I was worried he was being mistreated. Returned him after 24hrs but some of the family think I'm an asshole for taking him.

I have a story to share. I call the it “the last time I truly lied.” For some context, I shared I room with my little sister. We had a bunk bed and she had the top one. This happened 2019 2020ish. She had gotten a hammer for Christmas 2018 if I remember correctly. So I was sitting on my bed watching tv and she was holding onto the board that when horizontally on her bed, swinging and then I heard what sounded like it you tap a glass plate with a metal fork and she ran to the bathroom. I was frantically asking what happened with if she was okay because I saw her put down her hammer before running off. And then a gut wrenching wail came from the bathroom. The kind I know means this is beyond my control, I should stay out. It turns out she had hit her teeth with her hammer after it fell off the board she hung it on when she was swinging on our bed frame and knocked a perfect half circle out of her two front teeth. I didn’t know till she told our parents through her sobs that she knocked her teeth out and I put the pieces together. Then comes the first lie. When the asked me what happened I told our parents that it fell off her mattress when she was climbing up the ladder knowing that it would make the problem less severe. And they believed me. I proceeded to tell that lie two more times as my siblings started asking. That was the story me and my sister told. So in 2021 my mom passed away never knowing the truth and I couldn’t keep it up anymore. My family was joking about it at the table one day and I told them I had to tell them something and finally told them all the truth of what happened that night. They all burst out laughing at the fact that I hid it that long and agreed. It was a smart move hiding in from my mom.