(I'm 14 btw so don't say I can DM u, bc I will not)
Firstly my mom and sister both are overweight/bigger so keep that in mind, it started in December when I would go on Tumblr and see Ed posts. It really made me stop and think about how I'm not like most girls my age, I have lots of acne (at that time this is what I was thinking btw) I don't do sports, I don't go to public school, I don't do my own hair, I don't have some kind of lover or crush that actually exists, etc. It made me feel bad, and I decided to weigh myself...found out that I was like..10-15lb overweight for my age and height, seeing that just made me feel so bad. Maybe it was because I wasn't as active as I could've been I dunno, but it made me want to stop eating so much. I began eating only breakfast and dinner (11am/5pm) and exercising, I lost about 5lb within 2-5 days. It made me just want to keep going.
Then in January, I started restricting, like a lot..and over exercising. In February, was the same, but then I started binging. It made me feel so bad, I didn't understand why I was eating when I wasn't hungry, eating when I'm already full, yet I just kept doing it, my stomach would hurt so much and I'd. Just. Keep. Eating. So I started walking it off for HOURS outside, along with running, I MEAN HOURS like 3-6 hours outside, just walking along this path back and fourth. They would literally BEG for me to come back in and I would get so mad. I would say stuff like "I'm not hungry" or make stuff up and really sell it by saying I don't feel good for dayyysss until the day I planned to not eat A THING (besides lunch) comes around and I'd sleep and exercise all day because "I'm sick and I don't feel good, ofc I'm not eating" I lost weight, but not enough for it to be noticeable to anyone besides me.
In February I also started purging, but March and April is when I started restricting, purging and binging, sometimes in the same day. I'd even lie and say I don't feel good just so I could go outside to walk and purge up my food, and they'd just think that I'm walking outside to feel better. It's getting worse and I hate trying to hide it. My mom is also trying to loose weight, she doesn't know about me losing weight, or what I've been going through, neither does my sister. But here's why I think they know something ESPECIALLY NOW
But one time at a restaurant after eating I said I have to use the restroom, my mom looked at me weird..as if she knew what I was going to go do (this was in March btw) I went in there to purge and I didn't know she even came in there because I didn't see her following me while I was on my way to the restroom
I also had a planner that my mom got me that I started writing in during January, I basically would write down how many meals, how many snacks, how much exercise I did, how much I weighed, etc. Every. Single. Day. My sister would comment on how cute it is that I would do that, and she would wonder what I write in it (she was 19, she's 20 now though) I don't know if she looked in it or not, but a few times of her talking about how me writing in my planner is cute her and my mom would make breakfast and my mom say stuff like "I'm glad to see you eating" and my mom would look at me and I swear to you..it looked like she knew, like I said I don't know if it was a combination of me walking outside a lot, plus me saying no to food AND my planner, but it was kind of really scary. It really liked like she could see the truth.
But if my sister suspected something why would she be saying stuff like "Why are you drinking all of my hot chocolate", " That's mine who said you could have that", "Greedy little child, that's my food why are you eating my food" SHE IS JOKING BTW, SHE'S LITERALLY JUST JOKING but I ask her to stop and I tell her how it's not even funny and she doesn't understand what she's doing wrong and I hate that, and this was LITERALLY an hour ago!!
Just now also, literally like 12 minutes ago I made 2 vent posts on an app we both have (big mistake) I've done it before and never got caught, but what caught her attention is me putting a Trigger warning about food and eating, plus I said in the title that it was about my sister. I deleted both posts so she didn't see what they were, but she saw the titles which says enough...
I've made posts on Reddit as well about my ED, which kind of makes me nervous. I don't mind my online friends knowing, but posting on Reddit kind of scares me for whatever reason, and most of all my family knowing scares me. I don't want them knowing, but somebody on Reddit told me that I should seek help since I'm still young, but I can't. I don't want to. Even if I did tell my family, or was just A LITTLE more open about it, it's not like my mom can afford therapy for me or doctors (she could, but couldn't at the same time)
I'd rather just die from this rather than have my family know to be honest. It's so embarrassing, I can't even hide it as well as before. I've just gotten so comfortable with being this way, it scares me to give back to how I used to be, I barely even remember how I used to be last year before I started. All I can think about is weight loss and food. It's all I've been thinking about since December, and it's just been getting easier and easier for me to restrict, and I keep finding new ways to hide stuff from them.

It's funny, sometimes things just comes up:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QWb8MeaChBo
This just makes me think of Pete Burns - yes, the Dead Or Alive frontman or "The Spin Me Round Guy". I just want to say he was brilliant - in the early 00s he had a forum and he'd communicate with "fans". Or... well. He didn't think of us as fans as much as... errr... well. He used to send me fun messages and just be casual all around normal guy. I don't even know what to say other than just remember Pete. He was great.

Why is my mom allowed to yell and swear and throw things, but if I so much as say ow when I stub my toe I'm shamed for it. If mom is feeling bad, she is allowed to vent at me, and I can't say anything. But if I want to tell her about something I'm mad about, she'll just tell me to stop being mad. It's like evryone else is allowed to have emotions but me. I hold back my emotions so hard that I don't even dare laugh at funny youtube videos, and I've forgetting how to laugh at all. But evryone else is allowed to laugh at funny things. Not me, because my laugh sounds too weird.

I was recently hanging out with a boy who likes me for the first time, we drove around for a bit and in the car my brothers funeral song started playing. This boy turned the volume up and was saying how he loves the song and I was just sat there choking up fighting the tears 😂 I don’t wanna come across as crazy or weird and I also don’t wanna dive into my brothers death seeing as it was only our first time hanging out. My brothers funeral songs are pretty popular songs, I guess cos he died young the funeral music is more suited to younger people so it’s played a lot more, anyways his songs were 2 coldplay songs and a bruno mars song along with some ‘older’ music that doesn’t really get played in public.
Another example is once I was at a festival and there was a tribute to coldplay, they started singing my brothers funeral song and obviously being very drunk made me 1000x more emotional and I literally sobbed for the entire tribute, my friends had no clue what to do and just found it funny the next morning so I was just crying and looked like an absolute idiot. How do you guys deal with stuff like this? and how do you managed triggers (If that’s the right word?) in public?

Kind of proud of this one, but the neighbor came over with her daughter (8 years old) for a quick chat with my wife. While the women were talking, I decided that I could be helpful and entertain the kid a bit so they could be left alone.
I just started with the usual making funny faces and such and it worked. The girl just started telling me how her life began and everything since.
Then she started the joke "What did the ocean say to the beach?" To which my genius self quickly said "Your mom's a bigger beach than you are".
Of course, her mother heard only the punchline but not the lead up and it blew up in my face before I knew what happened. Somewhere in there I was able to apologize, but I've got some work to do.
TL;DR "Don't call your wife's friend and daughter a beach."

i'd like to preface this with saying i know the solution is to get off the internet-- i'm fixing to curl up with a nice book and forget this exists! consider this my talk therapy, before i get any eye rolls, it may be more forgiving since some of you on here may have seen this?

so apparently it's lesbian visibility week. dope, wasn't marked on my calender 🤷. i've been scrolling tiktok & recently i've noticed an interesting trend: literally every post i've come across with such a holy international holiday tagged has consisted of women talking about the men they're attracted to, think along the lines of: "hello tiktok, i'm a lesbian, and my celebrity crush is [not a woman], isn't that funny?" and they garner tons of likes. i'd like to repeat that this has been the ~only~ type of video i'm seeing related to lesbians lately.

to be honest, i think it's weird behavior, and frankly as a lesbian myself i've never thought about my "exceptions" so tenderly. i would soften my blow here and say that i'm not trying to speculate anybody's sexuality, but FFS it's reddit & I assume people here are a little more forgiving here before bringing pitchforks out.

He is like in his 60s and hasn't had a relationship since his 20s when he was engaged but broke it off to concentrate on being a basketball coach. I am not trying to be funny but you just don't see a lot of rich straight men basically stay single for life. Nothing wrong with being gay..just saying.

*except for a couple texts in the first year
a few nights ago i dreamt that i was telling my ndad about a book i read. (he always used to get mad at me for 'reading too much' but a love of literature was something we connected on a very rare few times). the book doesn't exist outside of this dream btw. i heard him say my name, so clearly that it woke me up. i couldn't fall back asleep for hours. a lot of the dreams i remember are about him; most are borderline nightmares.
ages ago, back before i even really understood anything about any of this, someone on this sub told me that this whole process was one akin to mourning the father i never really had. that helped so immensely. i seem to feel the urge to post here right around anniversary time, so this is a sort of vent post – but hopefully an optimistic one.
i think what's been hardest to reconcile is that sometimes i do miss him. at first i missed him as this sort of stand-in for my self-worth. to not be in contact was to be unmoored – what was i supposed to do without his incessant opinions tearing me down or building me up (to tear me down again)? for a while i was so bitterly angry mixed in with the grief and the sadness and the numbness. now, i know there were some soft moments or some funny ones or some neutral ones, some shared habits or positive traits or commendable talents, some unimaginably rare flashes of connection like light through a thick fog.
the thing is, i would trade all of those moments what i have now: a chance to live life. not only to 'live life on my own terms' or to 'have a life' or to 'experience life.' but to live, period. when i went no contact it had gotten so that i felt it was the only option i had left. it was that or lose myself completely, to no longer exist in any meaningful way. it all sounds melodramatic but it was so simple in the moment when i heard his voice on the phone for the last time. what followed was less an active decision than an inevitable sort of reshuffling of cards.
it's still hard: knowing how much to disclose to people, thinking about other people in my life that let me down or those who could've stepped in, not having someone to (quietly and inwardly but still) blame when schedules got derailed in order to react to and process his emotional needs and fits, dealing with the negative traits of his that are also mine, coming to terms with my other problems which are less directly related. what i've realized is: all narratives (such as 'if only he was normal and i was normal and so was everyone else' etc) must end and it's up to me to put down the pieces, pick up the pen, and decide when. as the author, so to speak.
in this short time i've done so much more than i ever really thought possible, as much as i prayed that it was. i've achieved a a few big dreams that i could never have under his control. i only ever really pictured my life into my mid-20s; it gets really blurry beyond this point. i guess it's the fun of it to find out, to pick up new goals along the way, and just. to live.

This is the story about how me and my best friend were held at gunpoint. 4 years ago, me and my friend, who we will call Bob, were in high school at the time and were on the bowling team. We had just got done with practice and decided we were hungry for some food. it was around 6 pm barely light outside, so we placed a mobile order pickup for McDonalds.
We arrived at the McDonalds and pulled into the mobile parking lot to wait for our food, while me and Bob chatted to pass the time. Bob, who was the driver, decided to turn the truck off and roll the windows down to save some gas. While we continued to wait, all of a sudden we heard someone yelling behind us. Me and Bob looked at each other, and then behind us, trying to find out who this distraught person was. We then saw an African American man walking around menacingly in the parking lot and approaching random people. Finally we heard him yell again, this time understanding that he needs a type C phone charger. Me and Bob start laughing because why is this dude screaming at the top of his lungs: “I NEED A TYPE C CHARGER” It wasn’t funny anymore when we saw him walking towards our truck. He started yelling at me and Bob, getting closer and closer. “Hey you guys in the white truck” I looked at bob and said “do you think he is talking about us” Bob said uh yeah, he was very specific, he is definitely yelling at us. So Bob yells back at this dude to say we don’t have a charger for him. Apparently he didn’t hear us, because then this guy starts sprinting towards our truck from across the parking lot. I told Bob that he better roll up the window before we get mugged. Of course Bob's truck has manual crank up windows, so before he even tries to roll them up, this guy is already standing right by his window.
Now we have a better look at this guy who is bald and tatted up, and is obviously on some sort of drug. His words were spazzing out all over the place, but he looked at Bob and asked him if he was trying to roll up his window. Bob at this point had just given up on the window and had accepted his fate. Now he has to talk to this guy. Bob then replied, no, I was just cranking it up a little bit. Then this guy starts asking for a type c charger again, and i told him that we have iPhones so we don’t have a type c charger. Then he asked us if we could look around in our truck for one. This guy has now asked us 4 times if we had a charger for him, so Bob said, look dude we don’t have one. You will need to ask someone else. And as soon as he said that this guy reaches into the truck through the window and grabs Bob by the chain with one hand, and with his other hand, lifts up his shirt revealing a gun. In a very stern voice he said “Don’t play with me, I have been to prison 2 times - you don’t know who I am” Bob trying not to show fear said, "hey man let’s calm down I don’t want no beef.”
I was sitting in the passenger seat and I didn’t know what to do because there was nothing I could do. Me and Bob have been caught in one of the most vulnerable situations. We knew we were on the bad side of town, but never expected something like this to happen to 2 teenage kids. So I just asked the dude what he needed a charger for in hopes to calm him down. He said that he needed to make a phone call, but his phone was dead. I was thinking to myself why would someone go so far to make a phone call. This guy wasn’t even there to rob us, so Bob said you can use my phone if you need to make a quick call. The guy finally let his shirt down and released Bob's chain to use his phone.This guy then proceeded to make his first phone call, while me and Bob just sat there listening in. We can then hear him talking on the phone saying that he was stuck at McDonald’s and was looking for a ride. This is when me and Bob realized how dangerous of a guy this was. He then said “We are going to rob that bitch Matt tonight and kill him,” Me and Bob at the time were thinking “Why hasn’t our McDonald’s come out yet!” He then hung up the call, only to make a second call to his girlfriend. In this call he tells his girlfriend the plan to rob some guy named Matt, and that it is going down tonight. He then tells her that she needs to pick him up to pursue this plan into action. After minutes of deliberating and arguing with her, he then proclaimed, “Well I'm with these two kids at Mcdonalds and they are going to take me.” Bob and I turned to each other in absolute panic. “How did we get in this situation?”
He hung up the phone with her, turned back to the open truck window and said “can you guys give me a ride” That’s when I pulled the mom card and told him that my mom is expecting me at home right now, it is getting late, and we are just kids. So of course this guy lifted up his shirt yet again and asked again “I said can you guys give me a ride?” Bob then finally gave in. The guy attempted to try to hop inside of our single cab truck, when Bob said, “We do not have room in here.” In which the guy said, whatever, I will lay down in the bed. Unexpectedly he then throws a gallon size ziploc bag filled with ounces of weed and other illegal items into the cabin of my truck which spilled and exploded everywhere like a flower bomb, “And oh yeah, if you guys try to leave, I took a picture of your license plate.” he stated.
We were getting framed. We were two innocent kids only looking to get our Mcdonalds and go home for the night to play video games. Finally our McDonalds food arrived, but obviously too late. This guy really had the audacity to grab the food from the McDonald’s employee while proceeding to chow down on the food that we had paid for. I guess he wanted a pre-robbery snack. The guy then takes Bob’s phone to type in the address to the location, the place where we are going to rob some guy named matt. He then hopped in the bed of the truck with my phone and the McDonalds food. Bob rolled his window up all the way and looked at me asking what we should do next. I said well, if we want to live, we should probably do as he says. Bob suggested we call the cops, but I told him it wouldn’t look good if the cops found the one pound of illegal subtances in our truck. There was no other option. Bob then backs out of the parking space after hearing his bluetooth radio begin instructing the location. “Your destination is 15 minutes away,” It said. Here we go. We can not believe this is actually happening. Today we are officially criminals. On the way to the robbery, me and bob began praying out loud for a miracle to happen. We genuinely believed we were going to die. I could see Bob visiblly shaking while gripping the steering wheel. We even made remarks to each other saying that this was the end. During the drive, we were stopped at a red light, and lo and behold, a police officer right next to us.
This was our way out. All we had to do was signal to the cop of our dangerous situation. Only thing is, we believed that the guy in the back of our truck was so unhinged, that if we were to get stopped, our situation would only worsen. Would the cops believe us? If not, our lives were ruined. Or even worse, would the guy shoot at the cop? Our thoughts spiraled through a million different outcomes while we were still in a state of shock. As we get closer and closer to the destination, the guy in the back of my truck yells for me to roll my window down to give me closer directions. We began slowly coasting through probably the most ghetto location in my city. It was a one way street with cars jam packed on each side of the road.
He tells us to slow down, as we don’t want to miss the spot. He is on the phone at this very moment with his friend, who was meeting us here. I look in my rear view mirror and see his friend, who was in a dark low rider trailing behind us. We tell him that we are going to let him hop out now, and the guy said no, I want you to pull into this parking lot right here. I looked at bob and was like man we are going to die. This really is the end. So bob pulled up into the parking lot connected to these worn down apartments. I noticed that there was an empty parking spot that was close to the main road, and suggested to Bob to park in that one. This parking spot was several feet above the road, with a huge dip off. Bob finally parks the truck so the guy can hop out. He came to my side of the truck which was the passenger side, opened the door and says - “Okay guys here is the plan. I’m going to rob this person real quick and y’all are my getaway. If you try to leave, well I will find you, and I will kill you, as he stuck a handful of my McDonalds fries into his mouth.
He then said to us that we will be lucky to leave with our lives tonight, as this could get messy. At least we didn’t have to go inside with him, as I think he even suggested that we go with him. I have never been so scared in my life. We did not know how this was going to go, as we have never been in such a situation before. The guy then pulled out his gun, and started heading towards the apartments. As soon as he made it only 5 feet away from us, I swiftly slammed my door and told Bob, “GO GO GO!” with no second thought. Pedal to the floor, he ramped the 2 foot curb with his lifted truck and big tires, bounced onto the road, and peeled out of there. We didn’t even look back, not even once. The adrenaline rush we felt in that moment made us hit 70 miles per hour for a good 5 blocks, as we had no clue where we were even going. What we did know is we were free. Finally free. We were screaming out in joy together.
Now we had to worry about this weed that was spilled in nearly every corner and crack of the interior of my vehicle, and not getting caught before we did so. But we just kept driving. We were still worried about that guy finding us. We considered reporting him to the police, as we had a picture of him from when he previously logged into Facebook to make his phone calls. It then finally hit us. Remember when he said he snapped a picture of our license plate? We finally realized after thinking more clearly, that there was no way for him to track us because his phone was dead. How were we so stupid to not think of that. Anyways, we finally found a dumpster in a dark alleyway to dispose of the illegal items. That is when everything really kicked in. That is how fast a normal day can go to a life threatening situation. We finally made it home and swore to never tell our parents. To this day, we don’t know wether or not he is still looking for us, but you can bet for a week straight we didn’t leave the house.

Reddit has again reached out to us, this time without an individual admin, notifying that they will force a spam filter to reduce harassment and ban celebration. Mods now have to manually sort posts now, they say any mod that tries to bypass it will be removed so we have to comply.

• ANYTHING ABOUT BANS OR POST REMOVAL ON ANY OTHER SUB WILL BE SUBJECT TO A BAN, AND WILL BE REMOVED
• Any posts about other subs will be under more scrutiny now

This shouldn’t change much for everyday use, other than new posts will be slower to be seen. Let’s chill out.
To end: Funny video about the best negotiation technique https://youtu.be/sqHvPEFUrc4?si=7Kb-FkJGrLNCzmXI

This little story was about a year ago but a post made me remember this.
My sweet, sassy, helpful little 3 year old at the time (now 4) walked up to me while I was hanging up a picture on the wall.
“What is your problem?” she asked me. I was thinking “WOW! Uhhh where did this attitude come from? Is this kid trying to start something with me?!”
I was wondering if she had heard me say this jokingly to her dad or something. I’ve probably even said it to the cat before in a funny way when she won’t stop following me around and meowing. Definitely have said it driving before. So of course I immediately started to question my parenting and try to figure out where she learned this. I gently asked her what she meant.
“What is your problem? I want to help!” she says, and then tells me “I’m working on the ambulance!”
Then it clicked, DUH. She had been playing EMT/firefighter with her dad last night and they were pretending to work on an ambulance. They had talked about what each stuffed animal’s “problem” was and how she could help them.
The 3 year old did not have beef with me and was not trying to start a fight, she just wanted to “help” me 😂

My (27f) close friend (25f) regularly pressures me to say the N word. I’m white, she is black. She always presents it in a joking kind of manner but it makes me really uncomfortable and I don’t know what to say. Often times she even does it in front of other people. I always laugh it off and tell her no and that it’s never going to happen. I wasn’t raised that way and I don’t think it is ever okay for me to say in any situation. She thinks its really funny to bring it up somewhat often. I don’t know if she really wants me to say it or just thinks its funny to put me in the on the spot like that. Maybe its a challenge to her at this point idk. I haven’t really found the words to express that it really bothers me, I had hope 50x saying “no” would get the point across but it hasn’t. I have a history of having a hard time establishing boundaries and I’m in therapy for it. My friend means a lot to me. How can I tell her that I don’t want her to make these ‘jokes’ anymore without looking like an asshole?

Happy Monday! I pray we would have patience and the Love of Christ overflowing out of us this week as we interact with people, keeping an eye out, and asking GOD to reveal to us people whom we can bless and show His Love and care to, as he teaches in the last chapter, in Jesus' name! I come against fear, anger, pride, hate, witchcraft, idolatry and any other thing in our lives that stands between us and GOD, in Jesus' name (Luke 10:19-20, 2 Corinthians 10:1-5)!

Matthew 26:47-56 NASB

Jesus’ Betrayal and Arrest
And while He was still speaking, behold, Judas, one of the twelve, came [a]accompanied by a large crowd with swords and clubs, who came from the chief priests and elders of the people. 48 Now he who was betraying Him gave them a sign previously, saying, “Whomever I kiss, He is the one; arrest Him.” 49 And immediately Judas went up to Jesus and said, “Greetings, Rabbi!” and kissed Him. 50 But Jesus said to him, “Friend, do what you have come for.” Then they came and laid hands on Jesus and arrested Him.
51 And behold, one of those who were with Jesus [b]reached and drew his sword, and struck the slave of the high priest and [c]cut off his ear. 52 Then Jesus said to him, “Put your sword back into its place; for all those who take up the sword will perish by the sword. 53 Or do you think that I cannot appeal to My Father, and He will at once put at My disposal more than twelve [d]legions of angels? 54 How then would the Scriptures be fulfilled, which say that it must happen this way?”
55 At that time Jesus said to the crowds, “Have you come out with swords and clubs to arrest Me as you would against a man inciting a revolt? Every day I used to sit within the temple grounds teaching, and you did not arrest Me. 56 But all this has taken place so that the Scriptures of the prophets will be fulfilled.” Then all the disciples left Him and fled.

--- Thoughts and Questions ---
As an aside, I always thought it was weird/funny that Judas tries to act so casual and friendly here as he greets Jesus. A) Jesus already knows what's going to happen, as He tells everyone beforehand and tells you to go and do it quickly, b) it's pretty obvious for everyone else what's happening since Jesus was just praying about it AND you brought a mob with you, Judas!. I know this is probably the saddest night is history, so we need to take it seriously but, come on man...read the room...

1. What can we learn/apply to our walk as Christians from Jesus' scolding of Peter (the one who struck the high priest's slave's ear, John 18:10) in the 2nd paragraph specifically?
2. What do we make of the Gospels having slightly more or less/different details about what happened in Jesus' Ministry throughout the 4 Gospels?
3. Jesus is definitely practicing what He preaches in this reading about turning the other cheek and how to respond to violence and injustice as Christians. What are some example verses describing what we are to expect from this world and how we are to respond, as Christians?
4. Anything else you notice or would like to discuss/ask about?

Have a blessed week!

Am i the only one who doesn’t think they’d be angry with Gabi after finding out? Maybe i have too much empathy for such a traumatic experience at such young age, but im a big lawful vs moral and this is the conclusion i’ve come to because let’s be real… this hurts Gabi more than literally anyone else. she has to relive the trauma every day because of what she’s doing. she also uses him for a greater good sooooo idk, i feel like all the lives that were never going to be saved by anyone else could potentially trump what Gabi is doing. Not to mention, Sir was still fully capable and DID manipulate Gabi even while he was chained up.
Okay bear with me because this one may sound like i do lack some empathy lol. Does anyone else find Lacey a weeee bit annoying? She is very codependent and i feel that she feels she’s owed to any information about Sir from Gabi. Only doing this comparison because it’s a tv show, but how long Gabi was kidnapped vs Lacey… you’d think it was the other way around. If anything Gabi kept Lacey safe by keeping Sir, because he would’ve ended Lacey if he was just out and about a long time ago.
I hope Zeek knows he’s a aving more lives than a majority of people, all while doing it from home. I think that’s very badass and he should take pride in that. I hope he fully heals one day. 🥺 Love me some Zeek.
I think Dhan and Gabi were both painfully true depictions of coping after trauma. Dhan had really great character development throughout the show and i hope he fully heals as well.
The scene where Trent says someone claims to have seen Sir at a strip club was lowkey a “cute” trauma bond moment for Gabi and Lacey lol. It was funny that they immediately felt better knowing there was no way in hell that Sir would do something soo “impure.” 😂
Interesting that Margret went 13 years without getting help when it seems she would be the biggest advocate for therapy, but i absolutely empathize with the guilt and shame she felt for believing this only happened because she was a bad mother. Which she isn’t.
Lacey not looking anything like the younger version kills me lol. i also don’t know if they were making younger Gabi so giddy and giggly to show childlike innocence in her character, but it does not seem on brand to Gabi like AT ALL. Maybe because the trauma sucked all of that out of her, but still, it was kinda weirding me out.
I am now rewatching and in the pilot when Gabi is finishing up Sir’s dinner, she looks at the ipad as a mirror and fixes her hair up. i’m just so curious about their relationship. I want to know more and if i’m reading too much into that scene, i want to know more of how Gabi feels having him living with her. I know what it’s like to be in an abusive relationship and when i finally ended it - all i wanted was to have them back because of how comfortable it was. like it felt like home. I wonder if Gabi feels that same level of comfort having Sir around.
I am now circling back to what i said about Lacey and her codependency to Gabi and realizing that i could say the same for Gabi’s codependency to Sir. So interesting all the ways you can cope from trauma.
Thoughts?

Yes, I'm serious, not F******* joking!
Why do patients think we're kidding when their Wegovy, Vyvanse, etc is on back order, or their drug is $500 with their insurance? Do patients think I'm going to suddenly say, "Oh just kidding, we have thousands of Vyvanse," or "Just kidding, your RX is $5.00, I thought it would be funny to say it was more." Jfc, that is all thank you.

Last Christmas, my brother dry fired an unloaded derringer at me. He thought it was funny, but I didn't take it as a joke.
For years, my brother pointed knives at me and said Nazi shit up until 2019 with gamergate. When he moved back in with Dad, my brother humiliated me from every percieced slightly in the family group chat for talking too much, laughing too hard, telling unfunny jokes.
There was one time Dad blamed for the dog being itchy, keeping him awake. At the same time, my brother started yelling at me in the family chat for asking him to go to the bar or something. I somehow schmoozed myself back into the house after Dad and Caleb screeching at me for two separate reasons at the same time.
Fast forward to today. After months of having to endure this song and dance, I finally lashed out at Caleb for supporting Napoleón. It sounds petty, but this was the fifth or sixth dictator he made captive audience of me for, starting with Hitler. My other brother denied that Caleb's Nazi knife phaze wasn't that bad even though Mom beate to the floor with a stick and enabled a teacher to humiliate me until I attempted suicide at nine years old and Dad deliberately giving me coronavirus and saying racist shit about black people, threatening my housing if I protested him. I'm staying at a friend's place right now but I don't know how long. I'm homeless now and I don't trust my point of view.
TL;DR, I lashed out at my abusive family in the group chat and now I am couch surfing.

Tires isn't that funny. It has it's haha moments but it's only getting traction because the familiarity of Gerbies, O'Connor and Shane. If it was a random skit from unknown theatre kids on Netflix, people would say it's corny and low value. You could argue the same for some of the gilly and keeves sketches. Some of them seemed lazy and way too reliant on bro comedy. Still not an enemy. Always going to support the paytch. Just like to rain on parades because I'm a dumbass loser critiquing a podcast on reddit.

Hey what’s up y’all! 🤠 (guess where I’m from lol)
Been looking for more people to expand my friends list as well as play some games with! Recently, I’ve been playing Lethal Company (modded or not) but want to play other games too! Just to name a few that I have: GTA 5, CoD (all of them), Minecraft, Content Warning, Texas Chainsaw Massacre, and honestly I love playing indie games but always down to try other games. Teach me how to play Val, League, or csgo too haha
Honestly, prefer people that aren’t competitive or argumentative just casual noobs like myself 😂 I like to play to have fun whether it’s a funny glitch we encounter or something out of pocket we say lol. I’m pretty laidback and not at all like to be mean to others but obviously friendly banter is in check! Hopefully, you’re a yapper cuz I honestly can be awkward if I’m the only one trying to talk to you but if there is a conversation going then I will for sure talk a lot too lol.
Keep in mind, I do like to record for video ideas/content so hopefully you are fine with that but if not thats cool too just let me know!
Let me know if any of you are interested! I have discord or you can ask for my xbox gt

I went to see my friend and I noticed multiple times while we were watching TV he asked me if im okay. At one point he said “awh your sad” which I had to tell him that im okay. It’s funny though because i think he gets it from his mom, his mom FaceTimed him and the first thing she asked was “Are you okay, what’s wrong..you sound sad” when he said hello. So maybe it’s just a him thing or an emotional connection thing, I was never close to my mom so maybe I lack that part in me..idk.
But I’ve also noticed this with my other friend. He will be watching tv or playing a game and he will look at me and say “are you okay?” In a caring way. Just like my other friend. He’s also close to his mom as well.
Can someone Menlo me understand? Is there a connection with being close to your mom or having that emotional part in your brain be why? I like to think I am very emotionally tuned in and everything but I’m not usually going to ask a friend if they are okay I’d ask they are doing is watching TV or chilling.
Help?

I need advice on how to deal with my situation appropriately and it’s been going on for awhile now. It seems to be getting worse each time.
I’m almost 22 and have been married since 2021. My Husband and I have a beautiful 2 year old Daughter. Back when I first met my husband I was 18 and had gotten kicked out of my house (my mom and I had a bad relationship at the time) Having nowhere to go my now husband asked his parents if I could stay with them. He was 19 at the time and had just came back from Army Basic Training. His Dad didn’t have a problem with it but his Mom didn’t want me there and I didn’t know it at that time but I never resented her for that especially now as a Mom myself. I wasn’t talking to my Mom or any of my family at the time. I really appreciated them taking me in. I was very shy and didn’t talk much. It was a new environment for me. He told his parents everything. They seemed to have a really close bond. We sat at the dinner table every night with them. It was all new for me and naturally I felt like a burden.
My Mom called out of the blue and my Husband convinced me to answer and talk things out. My mom apologized for everything and she seen that I went to the doctor from an email she had gotten and she knew I was pregnant. When my Husband and I found out we decided we wanted to move to Florida so he could start a career and become a cop eventually so he applied for correctional officer jobs in Fl. My mom knew and she had to take me to my appointments while we still lived in Nc because my husband worked and I didn’t have a car. My husband’s sister knew because he couldn’t keep it from her. His sister told their Grandpa and even told their Mom “I won’t say yes, but I won’t say no” when asked if I was pregnant. We didn’t tell his parents because almost everyday was a lecture about how we better not get pregnant and she would constantly ask if I was taking birth control. She said a few times that she’d “kick our ass” if she found out we were. I didn’t know them well enough to feel comfortable telling them and my Husband just didn’t want a lecture about something we wanted. We were 18 and 19. Yes, that’s super young but we talked about starting a family and moving away and starting a life together. He wanted to be a cop and I wanted to Stay home and raise babies.
So my family got together to throw us a going away party/gender reveal party and also that’s the day my husband proposed to me. His parents knew about the engagement (which btw I later found out his mom didn’t approve when he first told them he wanted to marry me) but they still didn’t know we were pregnant. At this point I felt like his parents liked me and I really liked them. We moved to Fl and his parents even volunteered to put a down payment on a house if we pay the mortgage and eventually buy it from them. We were incredibly grateful. I was actually shocked they offered. I wasn’t there when they talked it over but my Husband and I were planning to rent somewhere before they came up with this idea. His Mom did make comments to people that it was going to be their vacation home and also telling us that the spare room in the house would be their room when they come down Meanwhile, we knew the spare room would be our future child’s room and It did make me a little uncomfortable about it all but I was still trying to show respect and gratitude.
We were staying in an airbnb until the house closed and we got married at a courthouse shortly after and that’s when he called his parents and told them we were pregnant. Naturally they were upset and felt left out and I felt bad but they put some much pressure on us. After that we made the announcement publicly to all friends and family that we were expecting a baby and everything seemed fine. His Mom and Dad were happy, My parents were happy. My mom did later on. tell me that my Husband’s Mom called her telling her that she was going to be in charge of the baby shower since we left her out and that she was owed the right to be there for the first ultrasound for the next baby and she was making my mom feel like she couldn’t be involved in the baby shower, but it didn’t work out the way she wanted because I was the one that planned my own baby shower and my Mom stayed there all night making desserts and that I am sure made her mad when she could’ve went there and helped my mom that night and since then it felt like my Husband’s Mom didn’t like mine.
Slowly I started to realize that they didn’t respect us. For a few examples, lecturing us over and over about something, calling telling us to do things that didn’t concern them something as simple as sending an important paper in the mail, or fixing our car. if we didn’t agree with them, we just said OK to them we never talked back or argued. I told them that I didn’t want anyone at the house when we had our daughter and they came down to stay for a week and she was trying so hard to stay for me to go into labor when my own mom couldn’t make it down to be there. I just wanted it to be me and my Husband because by that point we found out that he was going to deploy two months after we were going to have our baby for a whole year and I wanted that time with just him. luckily, I went into labor the day after they got back home.
He deployed when our daughter was only a month and a half old and I went to live with his parents for a year because I couldn’t be by myself. I didn’t know anyone I had no family or friends down in Florida, so I just wanted some emotional support during that time two months postpartum with a newborn, and I had a fear of driving. sorry, I started regretting that decision because I felt judged and uncomfortable and unwelcome. They would say little out-of-the-way things to me and make me feel like what I was going through, wasn’t a reason to feel the way I did. I had no motivation I was depressed and I was homesick but I still got up every day and took care of my baby. I never needed their help taking care of her. I just wanted people to talk to when I was having anxiety or when my husband and I were going through problems. she never wanted to be comforting during our fights. She would always tell me or my husband that we weren’t gonna make it and we were gonna end up getting a divorce and she even told me one time that she would not let our daughter grow up around that meaning us arguing when we were going through a long-distance relationship and having a hard time. while living with her, she told me that I needed to get off my phone and pay more attention to our daughter even though it wasn’t like I was neglecting her, I would just do things to keep my mind busy when my daughter was content and didn’t need me. my husband was overseas so we had different time zone so I had to adjust to that while taking care of a baby. I constantly felt judged by them. I didn’t like driving so I would always DoorDash things I needed. I bought everything that my daughter needed. I bought breakfast and lunch for us. The only thing that they provided was dinner.
my mother-in-law’s aunt lived right next-door and she would asked me to go out and run errands with her all the time and it helped me get out of the house. We would go grocery shopping together and she took me anywhere i needed to go. we had good conversations and it was a way to bring us closer. she was really there for me when no one else was emotionally . multiple times while living with them. They would ignore me when I would ask for my daughter back tell me “no it’s okay” they got her or when she was screaming they thought that they could comfort her more than I could and they would not hand her back to me.
I’m sorry this is super freaking long but fast forward to May of last year.
my sister-in-law, and I have the same birthday and she lives in North Carolina and at this time his parents live in Tennessee they took off work to go down to North Carolina to spend time with their daughter on her birthday but she decided to go to the beach so they took the opportunity to come down to Florida for my birthday and I was already upset that my family couldn’t be there but I decided to try and enjoy it. we had been arguing with his parents a week before, and I didn’t want them to come down and continue to argue with us and ruin my birthday and that’s exactly what happened the day after my birthday they were outside washing our house because they said it was really dirty and we went next-door to swim for 20 minutes.
We came back and they were so mad and said that we needed to get rid of our dog, because it chewed the table they gave us, and before we had time to even react, she told us the table was destroyed, and we need to figure something out about the dog so we went in and saw that the leg of the table was chewed, and our dog was in a cage shaking with P all over the house. We were upset because they were demanding that we get rid of our dog before even trying to talk it out like adults and for us to actually feel sorry about what had happened we let it go for a little bit and I was in my room on the phone with my mom and that’s when I heard my husband and his dad getting into an argument. His dad was cussing him and my husband walked through our room to go outside because we were grilling out and his dad followed so I told my mom that I would have to call her back at that same moment my husbands mom open the door and demanded that I get outside and listen to what they had to say. I didn’t say anything I just walked outside and they bashed for everything, our financial struggles, the fact that I didn’t take Mother’s Day to go get cookies to my husband’s grandma in a nursing home
I was shaking so bad I was so upset that they were just yelling and screaming and bashing us, and I was just sitting there quiet not saying anything back. I finally had enough and I started standing up for myself, saying that I didn’t appreciate how they didn’t care about my feelings so they asked me to give them examples. I told them whenever I had my wedding, I also had a miscarriage and I didn’t feel comfortable with one of my sister-in-law‘s friends coming, and I was made out to be the bad guy, and they only thought about her and how I ended up giving in and letting her come because I didn’t want her sitting at a hotel by herself so I was still thinking about someone else’s feelings, but no one was thinking about mine and how I was going through a hard time and they of course shut that down and gave excuses.
I gave them another example about how Christmas of 2022 was going to be mine and my husband and daughter‘s first Christmas ever together because he was deployed for our daughter’s first Christmas my dad had also died December 5 of 2022 and I was also supposed to be pregnant by that time but I lost the baby. I didn’t even get to get anything out and explain my side. The only thing I could get out was “like Christmas-“ and she started waving her hands and screaming and sayin “my son was deployed for a year and I lost my dad”(he died in 2019) I was taken back, but I calmly said” my dad died too” and she fires back and yells. “Yeah, but mine was my life “ I shut down after that how dare she say that and try to one up me ? because my dad had just died a few weeks before that Christmas that we were talking about but she made it about her, which honestly proves my point when I told him they didn’t care about my feelings. She turns around and attacks me and makes it about her but I didn’t even have time to explain that I just wanted Christmas morning to be a tradition with my family. My daughter and my husband and I was going through a hard time anyways, so I was trying to say that it upset me that they made it out to people like we didn’t even want them there when they spent a week with us before Christmas. They live 7 hours away so we can’t have the normal grandparents come over Christmas afternoon like everyone else in my family can’t come over for Christmas morning so they shouldn’t be able to either and the point at the end of the day is that we were that’s what we wanted as a family of three to have Christmas mornings with our daughter.
she didn’t talk to me for the rest of that day and the next day they had left early to go see my husband’s grandma at the nursing home that they moved her to and my mother-in-law texted my husband and asked if we wanted to meet them for lunch so we did I said right across from her in a booth and she didn’t even look at me once or speak to me at all when my daughter‘s food came out it was hot so I put it closer to me to try to break up her food and let it cool down each time she would pull it away from me because my daughter was sitting next to her. I would pull it back and take out the bag of chips and then she would pull it back I would pull it back and dump out her green beans and she would take it back. She did it 3 times all while not looking at me and I still was the bigger person and didn’t say anything and continue to act like nothing happened
when we got back to our house, I went to my screen porch for the rest of the time that they were there. My husband and his parents were in our kitchen and when they were ready to leave my husband came and got me and told me that I should come say goodbye, so I stood in the driveway while my husband, my daughter and his parents all laughed, hugged and kissed and said goodbyes, and then she walks up to me and speaks like a robot in a way of not even wanting to come up to me, like it was bothering her that she even had to speak to me and she just said “bye. Love you” in a really rude way over something that she said to me and it’s funny too because in her hand was a homemade Mother’s Day gift that I made her but she’s going to talk to me like that, and ignore me and treat me like that over her yelling at me and putting me down about my pain with my dad. After they pulled out of the driveway , I went back to the screen porch and cried because that’s the first time I fully felt like I wasn’t part of their family and she showed her true colors once I tried to stand up for myself about her being disrespectful to me when for the three years that I’ve been with my husband at this point, I’ve never spoken back to her or disrespected her
for days they ignored us, and I just cried over my dad because he’s gone and it was like throwing my grief in my face and my husband finally told his mom that she needed to apologize to me. She called him and asked to speak to him alone, and I later found out that she was saying that I took everything the wrong way and she didn’t mean it like that. Finally she text me and basically tells me the same thing that she wasn’t saying anything about my relationship with my dad. She was simply saying why she needed Christmas morning with her family. I didn’t accept her apology because it was basically making excuses, but I decided not to hold her accountable and I just simply explain to her that Christmas has never been the same for me since my grandparents died and then I just wanted that special moment with my daughter especially now that my dad it was gone and I moved on from it I for gave her a few months after this happened she came down for my daughters birthday, and it was still awkward and I was still a little hurt by the way she treated me, but I was trying to MoveOn for it for my husband and daughter sake, and even my own.
After May 2023 it seemed like things were going good they would call and the conversations were nice they weren’t lecturing. We finally thought they learned their lesson after the big blowup in May but then fast forward to April 2024.
they came down suddenly in April after coming down a few weeks before just to visit because my husband’s grandma wasn’t doing too good she was in the hospital and they were preparing for her to pass away. I was taking ovulation medication because we were trying to have another baby. I felt very hung over sound out am I anxiety was the worst it has ever been I would cry almost every night because I would almost go into panic attacks so while they were here, I stopped taking the medicine and was still suffering side effects so I try to stay out of the way because I know they were grieving and everything was happening so suddenly for them and I wanted to be there to support my husband, his work schedule was so messed up that he only had a few hours after waking up to be able to go to the hospital before having to leave for work until 1 AM in the morning so I was never able to go with him to see his grandma, but he asked me if he thought she was about to die if I would go with her and I said of course. Well she passed away before we can make it to the hospital and I know everyone was devastated. This was a day after Easter. My husband had to work on Easter so before we even knew the condition of his grandma’s health, we plan to have our own Easter and egg hunt the day after Easter because my husband would be off work, and that is the day that she passed away so I told my husband that we could cancel our egg hunt and he said no because he wanted to be there with our daughter and enjoy that time. I also invited his parents because I thought it would be good for them to get their mind off of things, and I made a bunch of desserts, including homemade cookies that his mother had asked me to make weeks before this for the next time they came down we grilled out and there was gonna be plenty of food for them and I wanted that time with them as well, but I respected that they needed time to themselves after his dad had just lost his mother.
they had been staying in a hotel, the whole time they were here but the day after she passed away, they came over that morning, and our house was a mess because we had a cookout the night before, and my husband was grieving and upset and we were just too tired to clean and we were planning to get it the next morning They wanted to take our daughter to the park and Dairy Queen and we were going to stay back because we both weren’t feeling too well and we were going to clean the house but before they left my husband’s Dad told us “I wish I would come with us.” so my husband told him that we would get ready and meet him there and that’s exactly what we did. We had lunch with them and the little things like forcing her to eat a hamburger when I told him that she like chicken nuggets or taking her drink away and telling her she’s not feeling up on a drink that she’s going to eat always bothered me and there’s always done it but I knew that at this time it wasn’t my opportunity to stand up because he just lost his mom and I didn’t want to start anything not that I would’ve been rude about it but they never take it for what it is. It’s disrespect if we stand up or tell them we don’t like what they’re doing but I told my husband that what happened in May would never happen again.
we were driving my mom’s truck because my husband‘s truck was in the shop and we went to a thrift store while his parents took our daughter to the park at the thrift store. I found an angel that I wanted to gift his dad to show sympathy. I got a few little toys for my daughter to so when we left we were on our way to meet them at the park and that’s when the mechanic called my husband and said his truck was ready. He called his mom to ask if his dad would follow him and get the truck and if his mom will drive my mom’s truck back home because I was under the influence with the side effects of the medication. She then asked if I couldn’t just make it to the park and the mechanics is right behind the park so of course I could have, but I didn’t see the difference of them going to getting it when we were ready to leave the park together or us going and getting it so we went to the park instead so I could give my daughter her toys.
while I was in the truck getting the gifts out for my husband’s dad, my husband went over to explain that I would just feel more comfortable if they went and got the truck because I was under the influence and later on I found out that his mom said “no she’s not, and saying that I was lying” but when I got out of the truck, she was talking all nice to me and explaining that my husband and my father-in-law we’re going to go get his truck and she even told me to watch my daughter for a second while she went and grabbed her drink out of the car and hit my head. I thought that was crazy that she told me to watch my own daughter, but she those are the little things that I let go and let her say because there’s no point of talking back. It always will start something.
if you’re with me so far, this is the end in our current situation. We all got back home and they walked in and saw that our puppy Peed on the floor and they got mad. We tried to let it go because my father-in-law‘s mom just died and there’s no sense of getting into an argument. We went to our neighbors to give them desserts that I had made for a cookout because I didn’t want them to go to waste while we were there. His mom texted him asking if our daughter could spend the night with them in a hotel when we thought they were staying with us first I didn’t say no I just said where is she going to sleep and they said in the bed with us I didn’t like that. I wanted her to be in a crib so we said no but we even called the hotel to ask if they had cribs to rent because somebody in the hotel said no so we were trying to compromise. We got back to our house and they were so mad. They were ready to leave without saying bye his dad was already in the car and his mom was walking out the door and didn’t really wanna speak to us. We asked her what the issue was and they went off. He went to the car to talk to his dad. his dad screamed at him and drove off. I was so upset because there was no reason to treat us like that when we have boundaries with our daughter and they were supposed to stay with us, but they decided that they were too upset about the dog peeing, and that our house was a little messy from the night before that they wanted to stay in a hotel, and they wanted to take our daughter too.
The next day I had an eye doctors appointment that I scheduled months in advance, and my husband had a job interview and they did not communicate when they were coming over so my husband was already gone and I was about to walk out the door. My husband’s grandpa lives right next-door because we moved him down here a few months ago and they were out there talking to him so I let my daughter go say bye to them and they didn’t speak to me at all. again the same treatment like back in May how she didn’t even want to look in my direction or speak to me so I left and they then texted my husband how I just took off with my own daughter, so there was no reason to stick around blaming me, of course.
I understand that his dad was going through a hard time but my husband also just lost his grandma and that just so happen to be my dad‘s birthday. I wasn’t going to make it about me of course not but I still didn’t wanna get yelled at on my dad‘s birthday I wanted to remember him and have a good day. I texted his mom three days after the incident. Nothing about the text was rude. I just told her that I was blown way by the disrespect and I didn’t like how they treated us. I brought back up me and how it was unfair that she thinks she can continue to yell and scream at us and ignore us. she read it and instantly called my husband and tried to bash me and I tried to speak up and she shut me up telling me that she was talking to her son not me my husband told her not to speak to his wife that way and she tries to bash me and say that I didn’t even want to say sorry to my father-in-law for his loss when I tried to do little things like buy him that angel and make cookies for them and I made a grocery order the night they came down and I clean the house and I was expecting to cook dinner for them and host them but they stayed in a hotel the whole time
she bashed us saying that we didn’t even offer them a shower, or anything to drink or anything to eat when they came home but right when we walked in the door is when they started yelling and lecturing us about dog pee, and it went downhill from there so we didn’t even have time to offer anything that they wanted or needed but every time they come over they make themselves at home because their name is on the deed even though we pay for the home, they act like it’s their home and they do whatever they please, so there was no reason we felt like we needed to assist them to the shower or ask if they needed anything even though that morning they got there She asked if I had any Dr Pepper and I said no that I had Sprite and she didn’t want that so at this point she’s just trying to make us look bad like it was our fault and they didn’t feel welcome here so that’s why they went to a hotel that night.
she was so rude and making excuses and disrespecting me not wanting me to talk to her. She kept saying she wanted to talk to her son and not me and she even called me a little girl at that point I had enough I was finally standing up for myself after four years of my mother-in-law saying out-of-the-way things to me and putting me down and lecturing me, I finally had enough I never cussed once at her I never cussed on her because I respect her enough, but I finally had enough of shutting my mouth and letting her talk to me anyway she want it. I told her she was not gonna call me a little girl and that she was going to hear from me because she’s bashing me to my husband, I tried to explain my side, but she kept on and on accusing us and saying that we were the reason for all of this and that they did nothing wrong and keep in mind, we have never raised our voice to them. We have never cussed at them we have never told them. Hey you’re wrong we don’t agree we just let them have their way and we were done May 2023 was our breaking point even though then we still were respectful, this time we weren’t gonna let them have their way and feel like they were right
The next week my husband went to go pick up his grandma’s ashes because before the fight that was the arrangements because they had to go back home to Tennessee he called the funeral home and they said that the day before his mom called and told them that they were coming down for the weekend to get them but they said nothing about that to us and at this point he hasn’t spoken to his dad in a week. he told his mom that he didn’t even feel welcome at the funeral, and that it really upset him. His mom told him that I had nothing to do with the fight, and that his dad simply just wanted his mothers ashes and she made excuses of course later that day she calls and I heard everything she said even though she thought I wasn’t around and she continue to bash me over and over about how everything was my fault, and I never wanted them around our daughter or to have a relationship with her.
it was extremely hard for me to keep my mouth shut for an entire hour when someone’s making things up and bashing you she think those want to say that she’s sick and tired of me calling her a liar, which I’m never said hey you’re a liar I just said that her apology wasn’t sincere and she continued to say that I took it the wrong way when she was bashing me about my dad and tell her that’s calling her a liar because she continues to say she didn’t mean it like that but the reason I brought back up made her was to say she thinks she can continue to talk to me that way and get away with it and that I was tired of it. my husband try to stand up for me and tell her how it made me feel like she was comparing my pain to hers about my dad and then she makes the snarky remark” I actually had a relationship with Mine”. she was talking about her relationship with her dad and comparing it to mine so again she’s throwing up my pain and trying to one up me and again argue on why she should’ve been there Christmas morning and she even said” I was explaining what I needed Christmas morning with my son and his daughter” His daughter???!
after that phone call, everything seem to be fine with his parents and my husband but she was still ignoring me. She wouldn’t call or message me and apologize or even explain herself. She just wanted to bash me to my husband and now everything was cool with them and they came down for a weekend to get my husband’s grandma‘s ashes and they went to the park with my husband and daughter and I decided to stay home because I didn’t want anything to go down and I be blamed for ruining that hard time for his family. My husband said they didn’t even ask about me and I know that they were happy that I wasn’t around because she made a post about how she just needed that time with her son and granddaughter, and everything was worded perfectly but I know that that was a dig at me and every time I would post something about the way I was feeling just little quotes that I see she would always post something as if she was speaking to me. it didn’t matter if it was something to do with disrespect or my daughter, or supporting my husband she would always find a post to relate it about what I’m posting. stuff like “no one could love her children the way she does” when I would post about how I love my husband and that I am there to support him
ever since then she has been calling my husband to bash me and come up with a new reasons on why I am the bad guy and I’m sick of it so if you’ve made it this far, thank you so much for reading my story because I don’t even know what to do at this point my husband wants to cut her off maybe not forever but he wants her to understand that she can’t keep treating me like this and even treating him like this because the last phone call was two days ago when we thought everything was at least cool with my husband and his parents even though I knew she still had a problem with me over things she said to me she calls him and bashes me and tells my husband that he’s not standing up for his parents and that that’s wrong and that that is his blood family and that he should be the hero and fix everything or she’s not gonna want to be around me
i’ve read a bunch of other stories about toxic in-laws, and there’s a lot that are way worse than my situation but I’ve had enough of her talking to me anyway she wants, putting me down, lecturing me, throwing my dad’s death in my face as if her relationship was greater and her pain is worse and I’m just sick of it because I can’t even look at pictures of my dad without crying and regretting and it’s really hard to stand up for myself when someone bashes me and makes themself the victim when I know for a fact, the last four years I’ve been nothing but kind to her. Yes, she has done things for me, but when she treats me bad, she uses that as a way to say “look at everything I’ve done for her and she wants to treat me like this?” just because I stand up for myself when she yells at me and I don’t know what to do so if you’ve made it this far, thank you for reading and I need help