Mom watches son masterbait

So I (M34) am married (F33) with two kids and a FT job (hospital associate director), I work 4 days a week and have 3 off but very flexible hours. I normally cook, clean the house, do the laundry, go grocery shopping, manage the finances, do landscaping, pest control, fix/repair the house, work on the vehicles and help with the kids (feeding breakfast/lunch/dinner, getting ready for school, taking to school, picking them up, after school activities etc). I have help with my mom who helps when i'm late at work but only on occasions because she can spend time with them and spoil them (smh). Its been like this for 8 years and I really honestly never really gave it much thought. Normally, in the evenings my wife will cuddle with me on the couch and we will watch some tv togethetalk etc before bed (we also go out of the lake on the weekends and hike/mountain bike).
This morning I got up like i normally do around 5am and started to get things prepped for the kids and getting their lunches ready. My wife was getting ready for work (she normally gets up a little early to workout, something new she has started), so i got coffee and just waited for her to finish in the kitchen. Once she was done I got the lunches ready for the boys and she kept looking at me like something was wrong, I looked over and asked "whats up, is everything thing okay?" She looks at me and starts to tell me that she feels like I do to much and that she feels lazy. I didn't say anything because I wanted her to tell me what she was thinking, she went on to say that she wanted to divide up the chores more and help out because she wasn't in school anymore and was working and wanted to help. I said fine and started telling her all the things i did and the list of chores I had (i use a notes app) and shared it with her. She started going thru the list and said it was crazy long and that she didn't believe that I was doing all this!
I got upset and just finished making breakfast for the boys while she kept going thru the list, boys got up, i fed them, then got them ready for school and took them to school. Its Friday evening and I am making dinner and she on her phone going thru the list again and asks when the last time I cleaned the toilets. I told her this past sunday, she got upset and said I was lying because the toilets were dirty in the kids bathroom!!??? At this point I just look at her trying not to blow my head off and say calmly that the boys are messy and we both taught them how to use the bathroom but they are just messy/learning and it takes time. Hence the cleaning schedule, they are young (4 and 6), and do the best they can for that age (i'm proud of how well our boys behave and do their best). She then just rolls her eyes at me and goes to the couch to watch tv.
Come Monday, the boys are at school and we are both off so I'm outside doing tree trimming and trying to keep our 3-4ish acres looking somewhat decent (i'm not the best but i'm learning and slowly getting better). I come inside for some more water and she is painting. She said she needs to leave soon and made an appointment to get her nails done. I said no problem and went to give her a kiss goodbye before she left. I asked her what she wanted for dinner as she was heading out the door. She immediately, started screaming at me calling me an asshole for making her feel so lazy???!! She then went on to calling a me lying AH and trying to make her do more chores than me??? I told her i love her and i didnt want to do any of this and am happy to divide the chores however she wants or I can do them myself (honestly, its been 8 years, i dont know whats going on) she left for her nail appointment and has refused to talk to me. I spent the last two nights on the couch because she doesn't want me in the bedroom. I'm somewhat lost about what the heck is going on?? i feel like i'm being punished for working too hard? or lying that i'm working to hard?

I know it was your first relationship. At 28, you had already been through so much, having been on your own for 13 years. You were forced to grow up too fast, and had to prioritize yourself, building a life from nothing. I get it. It was your fierce independence that made me fall for you in the first place.
I always knew that trying to build a life with you was going to be a struggle. I thought it would be worth it, for both of us. You deserve to have someone in your corner, that always has your back. You shouldn’t have to be alone. I don’t know if you believed the same.
I think I gave up too much of myself for you. Was that my mistake or yours? Did you really ask for too much, or did I give too freely without expectation for anything in return? Maybe both. Probably more on me. I’m not perfect by a long shot.
Compromise. It really does all come down to that. I tried to show you its importance, but in the process I ended up being the only one willing to do it. Me getting to pick what movie we watched or getting to plan a date became something I only got to do on special occasions. You said you felt like you didn’t know me, but so many times in so many ways I offered up little pieces of me to you. I share myself by sharing the things I love with the people I love. But more and more towards the end, all you’d say was “no”. Ignoring any context. Ignoring those pieces of me.
I know you don’t like movies about kids. I know asking to watch Home Alone during Christmas was a big ask. But it was a tradition that I shared with my dad, who I lost just over a year before. I know you think that traditions are pointless, but it was important to me. My earliest memories are of that. I needed to continue on, but I couldn’t bring myself to do it alone. I needed you there, your support. It was such a small gesture I was asking of you, but all I got was “no”. Instead we watched a movie you picked: Harry Potter and the Sorcerer’s Stone. A movie made by the exact same people that made Home Alone, and with even more kids.
We wanted to go to Ireland. Personally I’ve been wanting to go for years, but couldn’t because of my dad’s illness along with everything else going on. You knew that in the last 3 years I lost all of my grandparents, two uncles, my dad. I couldn’t risk going so far away for so long while everyone was sick. My mom saw me giving up the latter half of my 20s for my family, when she was hoping I would be enjoying life and seeing the world. That’s why she was happy to give us the money to have the trip of our dreams. I explained all of this to you while you were struggling to find a way to save for the trip. All my mom wanted in return was a single nice photo of us. That wasn’t even a requirement for the money. She just wanted to see me with the person that I love making our dreams come true. I know you hate having your picture taken. The only attention your dad ever gave you was when he wanted to test a new camera. It’s a trauma trigger. But I was only asking for one picture. You’d compromise for your friends, you’d compromise for your sister. You’d take pictures with them. Why wouldn’t you compromise for your partner, and the other most important person in your partners life? After a year, we have 3 pictures together, none of which are very good. I know that I was asking for a lot, but I felt so less important than everyone else in your life. Maybe you felt that as your partner, I was to be held to a higher standard? I honestly don’t know. All you said was “no”.
You admitted yourself I was so supportive. I always prioritized you. From always making your tea before mine, to giving you the better looking plate at dinner, to planting all of your favorite flowers in my garden. I always complemented you, how smart you are, how beautiful you are, how driven and independent you are. Your friend needed a ride to a 5k and someone to cheer them on? I was there. You needed someone to drive you around while your car was in the shop for 2 months? No problem. Accidentally overdrew your account again, and you couldn’t afford the late fees? Here’s $50. Need to move on short notice? I’m the guy tearing apart and moving your furniture. You have a migraine so bad you can’t eat? I’m bringing you pedialyte and sleeping on your couch, even though I didn’t actually get any sleep. I learned all your rituals so not to trigger your OCD. There are countless other examples. I never said no. I never complained. You rarely said so much as “thank you”.
The big one. The thing that ended us. You’re right, we did sit down like adults time and time again and talked things out. You said you needed me to anticipate your needs. You’d get overwhelmed, and couldn’t articulate what you needed from me. You couldn’t stand being asked what you needed. You just needed me to start helping. “Mental loads” and all that. I took that to heart. But I’m not perfect. Sometimes I’d miss the mark. Tried to support you, but in the wrong way. Even in my failures I showed effort, but you never seemed to see that. You only focused on how I failed.
We recognized that this was a problem caused by both of us. The communication wasn’t getting through. But I had already adapted to your communication style as much as I could. My exited, rambling, almost impulsive way of generating ideas became slow, methodical, thoughtful. I put intention behind everything so not to overwhelm you. I learned not to jump at the obvious solution.
Yes, we sat down like adults and talked things over time and time again. You told me what you needed from me, but I also told you what I needed from you. If I was missing the mark, please just guide me to what you needed. I’m not a mind reader. I did it for you all the time. You were honestly awful at anticipating my needs too. If I was venting, had a bad day, all you’d say was “I’m sorry”, and pat me on the back like a puppy. No effort to dig deeper. No words of support or encouragement. So I had to show you how I needed support. I just needed you to do the same for me. “No”. Again.
One final time, I sent you words of support when you were having a bad day. It wasn’t enough, you wanted more. A phone call? For me to come over so you could vent in person? Did you actually want me to directly help for once? I don’t know. You never told me. Instead of guiding me to what you needed, you immediately shut down. Full silent treatment. I’ve been in abusive relationships where the silent treatment was welded as a weapon. I know you didn’t mean it in an abusive way, you were just overwhelmed again. But I never expected it from you. I didn’t see it for what it was. I only ever asked one thing from you to save us. I put in the work, got us 80% of the way there. I knew I couldn’t bridge the gap on my own. I wasn’t even asking you to put in effort on my behalf, it was for your benefit. I begged you time and time again for help. To communicate. Not to put it all on me, because I couldn’t do it on my own. But instead, you did the opposite.
You said that you felt like you were putting more effort into the relationship than I was. I’m sorry, but I can’t see that effort. I’m trying to give you the benefit of the doubt, but I can’t. Maybe you mean you put effort into forgiving me every time I messed up? Maybe you mean that you were always planning dates, always picking what we watched, where we went, what we ate, what we drank? Again, mental loads and such. But I had things that I wanted to do and share with you that you always turned down. You only had to plan everything after my plans were rejected. It would have been more efficient for you to show love, patience, and compromise. Maybe we would have worked out then.
But then you left.
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I see why a lot of people say season 4 is the best out of the show. Everything from Marlo and his organization to the young kids in Baltimore such as Michael, Randy, Dukie, & Namond. They really played an important role this season and I saw how their everyday lives would affect them in one way or another. Randy being labeled a snitch after talking to the police regarding Lex’s murder and then going back to a group home in the season finale, Michael being a part of Marlo’s organization after telling them about his brother’s dad back in the picture, Dukie’s parents selling his clothes for drugs and then being evicted having to stay with Mike, and lastly Namond being the son of Wee Bey trying to live up to his dad’s reputation but realizing he’s not built for the streets after witnessing Michael beating up Kenard after lying about the package being stolen which resulted in him wanting to stay with Colvin and his wife after his mom kicked him out.

I felt like My husband ( 37) ruined my ( 35 female) Mother's Day and the relationship. We have been together for a few years. Mother's Day was yesterday. On Saturday night he agreed to play basketball on Mother's Day without talking to me first. he agreed to play ball on Sunday and I am upset because the whole day was not about me. I had to stay home with a sick child for 2 hours whole he enjoyed himself playing ball. I talked to him and he said it's for his mental health......I feel like it should have been all about me on Mother's Day. !! When I asked him, he said he does not feel sorry he left and he had dinner planned and that should have been good enough to spend time together. I am literally on the ground of asking for a divorce. WTF!
Timeline: Saturday he agreed with the boys that he would play ball

Saturday he tells me...I don't agree because our son is sick and I would like to feel appreciated and the day be all about me. He invited me to the game, but the last time I was invited to watch him play was years ago and I felt like he said it just so I could calm down.

He said he would take our child and just keep him in the stroller.
Sunday: he get flowers and a card and then leaves a few hours later for the game. We had not talked or spend anytime together that morning. I was pissed and yelled and said what I said above The day should be about me"
He says taking 2 hours out of the day should not even matter....and He doesn't feel sorry he left or left me at me with a sick child.
Today I am ready to loose it and call things off. I just cant. To me it feels like a slap in the face and that I am not a priority. I need help!

I (38 F) have been married to my husband (41 M) for 7 years, this coming June and together for 9 years. We have two kids, twin boys, that are 5 months old. I'm going to give a long backstory so stay with me or scroll to the bottom for the TL;DR.
2 weeks before Mother's Day, I found out my husband had been cheating on me for at least 7 months. I used his phone to use the Lowe's app to order lawn chairs since it's tied to our Lowe's card and I wanted to use our rewards. While I was looking for the particular set I want, he received a Snapchat notification from a woman. I didn't even know he had Snapchat so it peaked my interest. During this time, my husband was mowing the grass.
I open the snap and it's a nude of a woman looking to be in her mid-20s with the caption "I miss you being inside of me". My jaw hit the floor. I started going through his text messages and there were no conversations there with other women except employees from his practice (he is a dermatologist) that were harmless.
I started looking through his Snapchat and I guess he deletes everything because there were no chats between him and this woman. I am not familiar with Snapchat so I Google how to use it while I'm trying to figure out if I can retrieve deleted messages. I don't want to spend all the time I have left of him mowing reading through articles so I give up. I do go through his friend's list and end up coming back to it to take a picture of with my phone.
I look through the rest of the apps on his phone and they all seem benign except this secure folder. I open it and there's a passcode. I try three or four until I figure it out (the date of our first date, ironically) and it opens. There are dozens of nude photos of at least 3 women, including the woman from Snapchat. I know it's the woman from Snapchat because she has a very distinct tattoo on her stomach. Not only are there nudes but there are 2 videos of this same woman giving him oral.
My heart felt like it was trying to come out of my chest. I started shaking and tears started flowing. I took a few deep breaths to calm myself down and then grabbed my phone and started taking pictures of the evidence. I even recorded clips of the videos, I just couldn't watch them in their entirety.
I look through all the apps again and realize that maybe he has some hidden. So, I google hidden apps on android and follow the instructions. Three apps were hidden. Two messaging apps and a hook-up app called Adult friend finder. I debated even opening them because I was so scared of what I would find. But I ended up viewing them because knowing is better than not knowing for me.
He had been messaging at least 4 different women, including the video girl. He had sex with at least two of them that I found proof of. All messages made me sick but the video girl's messages were the worst and completely shattered my heart. I had to stop to go throw up because of the stress and anxiety.
Some messages that hurt me the most were: Her: "Tell me how much better my p***y is than your wife's." Him: "Wetter, tighter and infinitely better."
Her: *sends nude* "How does my body compare to your wife's?" Him: "There is no comparison baby, you are a goddess."
There were so many others but those two come to mind as the ones that made me feel the absolute worst. Remember, I just had twins 5 months ago. I am very insecure due to all of the changes that happened to my body and my c-section scar. I am also 25 pounds heavier than I was pre-pregnancy. My husband and I stopped having sex because it was so uncomfortable for me about 2 months before I gave birth, around the same time he started messaging these women coincidentally. We've only had sex about three times since they were born due to my insecurity issues and just being so exhausted caring for and breastfeeding twins every day. I also have a business and work from home around the twins' schedules so I can stay at home with them.
I take photos of everything, using my phone again like before. The earliest messages were sent 7 months ago so I know it had been going on for at least 7 months, while I was freaking pregnant with our twins. Oh, I also found out that the night after I had a c-section and while our newborn preemie twins were in the NICU, he met with video girl for a hook-up at her apartment. He told me he was going to get food and check on his office. With our twins being preemies, anything could have happened and he wouldn't have been there because he was with her. But, that wasn't a thought for him I guess.
I close out all the apps, make sure the hidden ones are hidden from his home screen and put his phone back exactly where I found it. I also make sure the snap notification was gone. I was nervous that he would find out about the snap that was opened but he didn't.
I call my best friend of over 33 years who is also my business partner. I tell him everything and have a good cry to let it all out. He helps me to collect myself and gives me some sound advice. He tells me to not tell my husband I found anything yet and to speak with a divorce lawyer as soon as possible. He said to meet with the best ones in my area so that they couldn't represent my husband. He offers me and the twins a place to stay at his home if I need time away from my husband, assuring me that his husband would love to have me there.
Over the next week, my BFF helps me take care of the twins while meet with 5 different divorce lawyers and end up hiring, in my opinion, the best. She tells me not to leave the family home so I end up not going to stay with my BFF. She starts the divorce paperwork immediately. During this time, I am doing my best to continue on like nothing is wrong. I want to make sure all of my ducks are in a row before he realizes what I know.
Fast-forward to Mother's Day. My husband makes me breakfast in bed, gives me very expensive jewelry, flowers, the works. I can't enjoy it, of course, because it feels so fake now that I know what he's been up to. I pretend to love it though.
My husband's father planned a cook out that afternoon for my husband's mother, sister (let's call her Julie), sister-in-law (let's call her Fran) and me. We all have infants under a year old so it's everyone's first Mother's day, except my MIL's of course. I told my husband that I didn't feel like going and he guilt-tripped me by saying that my FIL had a big surprise for me and he's been really looking forward giving it to me. So, I reluctantly agree. I ask if my BFF can come since his mother sadly passed away just under a year ago. He calls his dad and my FIL replies that of course he can come. My BFF agreed to come to offer me support since he knew it would be very difficult for me to be there.
I plan to act like nothing's wrong and try to enjoy the day since it's my first Mother's Day after all. I tell myself that I will focus on the twins and get cuddles from my two nieces. Julie has an 8 month old daughter and Fran (husband's brother's wife) has a 10 month old daughter. I'm also the closest to Julie out of all his family since we became friends 10 years ago and she's the one who introduced me to my husband.
We get there and everything is fine. My husband is helping his dad, brother (let's call him Chris), BIL (let's call him Roger) cook on the grill. My MIL and the women are taking turns holding the babies. My BFF took over the kitchen, finishing up all of the sides so the moms could relax. It started out to be a really good day. I kept myself from thinking of my husband's betrayal for the most part and focused on the family.
After we eat my MIL starts taking pictures of the family. I'm sitting on the couch and she tells my husband to sit beside me for the photo. He does and then she tells him to put his arm around me and jokingly says "pretend like you love her" and I lose it. I start to uncontrollably sob.
My MIL pulls me up and hugs me and my FIL comes over and joins in the hug. My BFF comes to stand right next to me. My FIL asks me what was wrong. I look at my BFF and he gives me a "tell if you want" look.
I tell them that I found out my husband has been cheating on me for at least 7 months. Julie gasps and everyone stares at my husband. He stands up and says "that's not true at all, why would you think that? You know you and the boys are my whole world." Everyone is silent, looking at me. I tell them all that I found messages, pictures, the hook-up app and even videos on his phone. My husband looks faint and sits back down. Nobody says anything for at least 2 minutes.
Finally, Julie asks my husband, while crying herself, why? My husband tells her that "I made a mistake, I only talked to the women, I never physically cheated." My BFF quickly replies, "Liar!" Julie then asks me what all I found. I tell them everything, the nudes, the videos of my husband receiving oral, the messages and even tell them what those horrible messages said about me. He continues to deny it! I pull up a few message photos and show them to Julie, my MIL and FIL. My husband tries to gaslight me by saying that he admitted to talking to other women but he never slept with any of them. I really don't want to show them the video but I do find a few messages where my husband and a woman talked about their previous sexual encounters. My husband again says that he admitted to talking to them but never really cheated. He literally says "if the message talks about sex it was just role playing."
Roger (Julie's husband) goes over to my husband and jerks his phone out of his hand. My husband tries to get it back but Roger is 6'7 and my husband is 6'1 so he just holds it up where my husband can't reach. He asks me what his passcode is and I tell him. He then asks me where to find things and as I start to tell him my husband grabs his phone back.
At this point my MIL, Julie and Fran are all crying. Chris starts getting upset with me. He tells me this was not the time nor place to bring this all up and that I ruined Julie and Fran's first Mother's Day. Julie speaks up and says no, my husband is the one who ruined it. Chris starts yelling and saying that our personal business needs to stay private and that I had no right to bring it up to his family and ruin the only first mother's day the women will get. Fran agrees with him and tells me I'm definitely in the wrong for bringing it up, if it even is true.
At this point both of my twins start crying. I am not going to breastfeed them there and I want to get out of that house as quick as possible. I ask my BFF to take me home and we transfer the car seats from my husband's vehicle into his. My MIL follows me outside and says that Chris was right, I should have kept it all to myself and that now future Mother's Days will be a reminder of this fiasco for everyone. I just ignore her and put the twins in the car. My husband comes outside and asks if we can please talk. I tell him no, get in the car and my BFF, the twins and I leave. I end up feeling horrible and guilty that I let it all out to everyone.
My husband didn't come home and ended up staying at his parents house and has been there the past two nights. He got my FIL to come over Sunday evening and pick up clothes, toiletries, work stuff and various other items. While he was here I asked him, did I ruin Mother's Day? He tells me no that my husband did. He said that he asked me what was wrong and I was honest. He said he understood now why the "pretend like you love her" comment caused me to breakdown. I asked him about my MIL, Chris and Fran since I know Julie and Roger aren't mad at me. He said that they are still angry with me but they will eventually get over it.
TL;DR - I found out my husband had been cheating on me for at least 7 months with multiple women, starting while I was pregnant with our twins and continuing after I gave birth. I didn't tell him I knew for 2 weeks. At a Mother's Day cookout that his family hosted for his mother, me, his sister and sister-in-law, his mother made a comment that made me break down. I ended up telling everyone about the infidelity. His brother, SIL, and mother told me I ruined his sister and SIL's first Mother's Day. and that I shouldn't have said anything about the affairs.
Am I the AH?

How bad will my baby’s separation anxiety be if the mother is always for 2-3 days?
So I’m a stay at home mom of my 11 month old sweet babygirl. I live about an 1 hr away from my mom & my side of family, & the father of my baby works all the time, his mom also works all the time. Pretty much I haven’t received much help w/ raising my daughter & to be honest it was really exhausting at first but recently I began adjusting..Anyway, now me n my partner are planning weekend trip so it will be the first time I’m away for a few days (2-3 days the most) & bc I know it’s common babies her age have really bad separation anxiety.. I’m wondering how bad will it be when I’m away? My mom will be watching her those days (my baby has only seen her a few times ) … my mom guilt is really bad right now & I just can’t help overthinking if my baby will know I’m away those days & cry all the time?

Everybody keeps saying that the new movie should be a Kong movie, and I do personally agree with this even though I like to see Godzilla, who seems to be a very long cameo in a movie that has his name written first. But that begs a question, hypothetically how'd you rewrite GxK to make it more like a Kong movie?
Mine is not the best, but I'll try my best.
The movie intro starts nearly the same, but remove all Godzilla scene, until the traps Kong set up collapsed, and Skar King emerged from the gap. Instead of destroying the outpost like he did in the movie, he'd try to lure Kong in the uncharted area without Monarch knowing. Then Kong ventures around, meets a Drownviper and almost gets incapacitated (doesn't make sense given that Kong killed it canonically), just before Kong gets drowned, Skar King takes the opportunity and swiftly saves Kong from the eel-like titan.
For Skar King, who is better be bigger and stronger than Kong, he should be extremely manipulative in an emotional sense, but the tyrannical sadistic side should be kept hidden until the big reveal. Kong, still too shocked and surprised to see a fellow species of his though he is a bit different, would immediately follow him around without any hesitation, who took him back to his kingdom. The red ape puts on a friendly facade and tells him that the Gojira species locked him and the apes up, thus, making Kong's already present dislike toward Godzilla grow.
When they get back to the kingdom, which doesn't contain Shimo like the movie did, Kong does express sadness after seeing how malnourished his species are, making his sympathy toward Skar King bigger. Here's a really stupid catch, prior to inviting Kong, Skar King basically becomes Kim Jong un and turns every ape into an NPC, which means actors. They'd act all scared and surround Kong, thus, fueling the big guy's remorse and empathy. The red ape would then introduce Kong to Suko, who'd later be Kong's companion and savior, and say that he could lead the apes to a better place, that's if he got the Hollow Earth energy with Kong's help. Wanting to free his people and the emotional manipulation from Skar, Kong instantly agrees without even noticing Suko's fearful expression.
Kong, Suko, Skar King and his armies set out to find the energy that could help the apes thrive. Along the way, Kong would notice Suko's anxiety around his own father but never question why. Nevertheless, the big guy would still bond over his nunchuck, and a montage of them skipping rocks on the lake and Kong teaching Suko how to properly throw a rock at someone's head (This might or might not be crucial). After reaching an unknown area, the whole scout manage to find a crystal that could help them control megafauna and even smaller titans (kinda like Shimo but wider range).
But upon acquiring the crystal, Suko suddenly snatches it from Kong's hand, and Skar King, along with his subordinates, laughs hysterically and says that Kong is a stupid moron. Skar King then reveals that he is the tyrant who caused the Titan War and starves the apes, and Kong realizes that the one who saves him was just power-hungry dictator. Confused, enraged and betrayed, Kong challenges him into a fight, and Skar King pulls out his whip, which then breaks Kong's rotten tooth. Kong does put up a good fight, but ultimately, he loses to Skar King's superior build and experience. Instead of chopping his head off with his axe, Suko says that throwing him off the cliff will do just find, and for once, Skar King agrees with his son. They take the axe and dump Kong's body over the cliff, but using his most powerful weapon ever (plot armor), he falls into a lake and survives but heavily injured.
He crawls back to Jia and Ilene, saying that he lost his home and people because of his stupidity and ignorance. Jia then tells him that she also lost her people and home and he will lose his species if he decides to do nothing. Kong gets motivated and is given a BEAST glove and instantly heads to Skar King's lair, where the tyrant is still flaunting his new piece of weapon that could help him rule the surface. When Kong arrives and once again challenges Skar King, who is surprised to see him but happy to accept the offer. With the BEAST glove, Kong clearly has the edge and sometimes grapples Skar and beats him up quite easily. Skar King spits out his tooth and tests his new toy, which attracts a bunch of Wart Dogs and Spineprowlers to attack Kong, who prevailed with minor injuries.
When Kong manages to pin Skar King down and chokes him, the tyrant swallows his pride and orders his subordinates to jump Kong all at once. The other apes hopelessly watch as Kong, despite being the strongest specimen of his species, can't fight all of the stripped apes. Even though one punch from his BEAST glove can put them to sleep, it's too much for Kong to manage, and eventually, he succumbs but still keep fighting. This desperate act seems to motivate the starved apes, but they don't have the courage to stand against them, but then, Suko, and Doug as his battle horse, roars as he throws rocks at his father's head. A small act of retaliation sparks a flame, and the apes all rush down to help Kong fight the Skar King and his armies.
Kong is then released and faces Skar King again, who is now more pissed off and swears that he'll kill every traitor when this is over. After a short fight in the arena, Kong and Skar King would then stop to catch a breath before continuing. Of course, Skar King notices the weakest Kong, Gnarled Finger, sneaking up on him, and he smiles before kicking the ape into the lava. Suko witnesses this and cries out in agony, and Kong, enraged, charges forward and goes all feral.
The final battle ends up with Kong prevailing and having Skar King at his mercy. Just as before Kong drops him into the lava like he did to Gnarled Finger, our protagonist chooses to spare him, but not without any consequences. Skar King, now utterly defeated and humiliated, and his army were now banished from his own kingdom by an outsider. He swears revenge and desire to take over the world, but Kong doesn't give a shit about his trash talking and throws the crystal into the lava, destroying it. The movie ends with Kong doing a victory roar along with his apes, and the our big guy is crowned King Kong.
The after-credit begins with a roar, and a broken crystal is dropped to the ground. Skar King, still could not let go of his revenge of both Kong and Godzilla, sadistically smiles as he grabs the crystal, and a roar of pain can be heard from a cave that seems to have two glowing blue eyes.
Yeah, not the best plot but that's all I can come up with. I'd have liked it more if Skar King was more of a threat instead of Shimo since he was hyped up so much. We heard the word 'hunger' in the reveal video, but in the film, he only ate once. No cannibalism, no eating Gojira, just... some Hollow Earth creatures. Ngl, I kinda hate it when the novel confirms that Kong could kill Skar King. Well, I hope that they release some comic about the Titan War, which could give us insight more about Skar King and his past.

So this is my first time posting, and english is not my native language so bear with me please. My partner of 6 years has been having some problems with his parents that escalelated about a year ago but have been going on for much longer looking back. His parents have a very different way of life as us like anti vaxx no sugar gluten Meat dairy extremely healthy kind of people. This rubbed of on their Kids in a in my upinion unhealthy way ( scared of foods,medicine other stuff) so much so my partner was scared of eating pringles when I met him. I was not raised this way and obviously have a very different take on life but never commented or made any remarks about this to them, I always made sure when they were coming over to have something they could eat and drink and cleaned the house (dust allergy) also I made sure I did not wear any strong perfumes or have any scented products (sensitive to smells). Every time I saw them they always made some kind of remark about something like my weight or the way we decorated the house. Lets Just say I always was very aware they did not see me as a good match for their son. Now on my partners birthday the situation escalated, his mom went behind his back and called his sister to say it was stupid of him to invite her because she was allergic to cats. His mother has a big thing about cats and absolutely hates them and cant accept we got one in our house, my partners sister called my partner to tell what Just happend and my partner got upset and called his mom for an explenation (no he did not get mad or started screaming or anything) she got extremely upset about this and cut off contact. This lasted about a year before my partner decided to contact them and talk with a mediator present, they were absolutely not happy about the mediator but after a lot of back and forth agreed. The first conversation with the mediator started with a discussion about Who was going to pay for this and nothing really got resolved in this conversation. Now to the most recent conversation with the mediator note that I am not present at these conversations. My partner asked somewhere in the conversation what their opinion is on me and they were very clear that they dont like me and as his dad said he could never have a romantic relationship with me ( I dont see why this is relevant) my partner asked why and they did not specify. My struggle with this is I do want my partner to have a good relationship with his parents and I would never ask him to choose between us but I do get the feeling this is the thing his parents want him to do, how do I handle this situation without feeling I am standing between him having a relationship with his parents. They did not mention wanting to talk to me.

Happy Mother’s Day, Mommy’s!
Hate that this is my Mother’s Day post on here, but fck it,
So I’m currently having a shifting moment in my life. I was with my child’s father 2 years prior to having my son. There were several Blueface & Chrisean moments, arguing, fighting, and just a lot of toxicity. We broke up when I was 6 months pregnant, for several reasons but mainly because of the fact he claimed he didn’t want our child and his violent behavior towards me while I carried our child. We went our separate ways, he left the state, tried to rekindle things with his previous baby mom, and when he realized she didn’t want him either, he comes back to me. He came back to me y’all 😐. After not only leaving me to be with someone that doesn’t want him either, but also after speaking down on me, my son, and my parenting. Mind you, he has 3 broken families and 3 kids that he doesn’t take care of. I’ll get back to that later.. Anyways, at this point my son was 4 months old. When he randomly decides to actually act like a man and actually treat me right. The same thing he did at the beginning of our toxic relationship from the past. And I fell for it. Again. A couple months later we decide we can actually work as a couple and I made the mistake of agreeing to move in with him.
Fast forward to now, I’m still a single mom living in a house with the child’s father. I do everything and get everything concerning my son. I’m the only person cleaning up this house. All he does is sleep, smoke, get on bigo live to preach about being a “high value man” and how bitches ain’t shit, argue with me (about nothing mind you, he just likes to argue I realized), talk about my body, and has the audacity to criticize how I mother. While he’s barely a father lmfao. Not even one, I’m being generous.
But I didn’t make this post to sit up here and talk about him. Because I can go on and on, his character is a very sorry excuse for a man. My point is, at this point, I’m just tired of it. But I feel forced to be here. I want out and I don’t want my son to experience one bit of this. But he’s a narcissist and I know there’s no easy way out. He’s either going to make it impossible for me to leave or cause a scene because I am. He moved me out to the middle of nowhere, hours away from my family on purpose and I’m realizing that now. He doesn’t love me. He wants to keep and control me for whatever fucking reason.
What do I do? I don’t want my son taken from me, God forbid, and I don’t want us homeless. I’m just tired of the stress yall I can’t do it anymore I’m about to be in the next episode of Deadly Wives, help !!!!!!!!!!
(OH, ALSO: I didn’t even get achnowleged on Mother’s Day, and when I pointed out ((playfully)) that he didn’t even wish me a HMD, he said “why should I, we live in the same house. You’re a mother everyday 🙄”)

Hi everyone! First time posting in this subreddit, so I hope I do okay.
I'm (29F) planning my wedding for April of 2026, and I want to make sure my mom feels included in the day.
My fiancé (30M) is really close with his mom, and she is going to both be "officiating" the wedding, and he also wants to do a mother-son dance with his mom at the reception. I love my future MIL, so I think this is lovely. His father is out of the picture, no skin off either of our backs.
I also love my own mom, but things are a bit harder- she is deaf and has cerebral palsy, and requires an electric wheelchair for mobility. My bio-dad is also out of the picture, good riddance, and my mom has a husband, my step-dad, who I'm cool with but not very close to- he is also deaf.
I don't really want to have my step-dad walk me down the aisle, because I'm not super close with him- but I think it would be kind of nice to have my mom come down the aisle with me, holding hands or something.
She can't exactly do a mother-daughter dance with me- both because she's in a wheelchair, and deaf (so music doesn't do much for her), and I'm a really tall bride, so her sitting in a wheelchair puts her significantly lower to the ground than me.
She's very understanding, but also really sensitive and I don't want her to feel left out, watching my fiancé's mom participate so much in the wedding and doing a one-on-one dance with him and feel like she's not getting any mother-of-the-bride treatment.
Any suggestions or ideas on how to keep her included and also share a special mother-daughter moment with me at the wedding/reception? She's important to me and I don't want her to feel left out as she has so often before.

My son is trying to do the fafsa. Under contributor when he enters his bio-mom’s address in Mexico, it requires a state to be chosen. Because of this, I cannot receive the invitation. Any tips?

My dad cheated on his wife and secretly dated my mom for several years (my mom did not know he was married, he always had excuses as to why he was not in town during certain days etc). As a result of the dating, they had me. We did not find out he was married and had a son until I was 7. Stupid of us. We stopped talking to him for a while and they forgave him, because he is my dad after all
Now that I am older, we have had a good relationship. However I just found out he has been talking to another lady he met years ago. And has been cheating on his wife, AGAIN. I confronted him and now he is saying that I ruined any good relationship we had. And that it is my fault for digging deeper into the relationship I just found out about.
I didn’t want to confront him, because I know he is getting older, and I know we are not his 1st family. Also important to note is that he is still with his 1st wife.
I don’t know how to feel. I’m angry, I’m upset, I’m sad, I’m in pieces because I don’t want to lose him forever.
I just felt like ranting and maybe getting opinions on what I should do. Should I apologize to him for finding out? Should I block him from my life? Has anyone had a similar reaction from their cheating parent?
I feel like he is trying to gaslight me into thinking it’s my fault.

I have no one to talk to at the moment and I am just trying to stop crying while at work. I have been dealing with depression from feeling guilt of working full time and not being there for my son and all the physical changes from after having a child. My son is a year old. I had been doing better these past few months, going to therapy, and feeling better in the morning. I cannot stop crying today because of how my mothers day weekend went and fighting with my husband.
A couple weeks ago we went shopping as a family to get birthday presents for my dad and brother-in-law. while we were out, my husband surprised me with a awesome set of bath bombs from lush, which are my favorite and said they were from my son. I was so grateful and I noticed that they are really expensive so I told him please don’t buy me more expensive gifts for Mother’s Day as we are trying to save for a family vacation. I didn’t think that would translate into not doing any type of gesture on Mother’s Day. I woke up on Mother’s Day with no card or even a hug and kiss wishing me happy Mother’s Day. My husband comes from a broken family and did not have the best relationship with his mom, so I tried to let it go and remind myself that it might not be the same for him as we did growing up. I remember that would be the first thing I would do in the morning is find my mom and wish her a happy mother’s day with a big hug…
We still had a decent day together (I always look forward to our weekend time) and I tried to hold it in but I cracked and said something. My husband felt bad and then wrote some cards at the end of the day for me. My son has been teething so bad and been really cranky for the past week so on top of his dysregulation I am struggling, and I am an OT… I help my students regulate every day. This morning, my husband snapped at me when I was trying to position my son on the couch and told me he doesn’t like to sit like that. I immediately left the room and got ready for work and just left. My heart can’t take criticism right now, I already don’t feel like I get to do mom things enough. I guess I am better off just being at work, yet I am hiding in my treatment room just crying.

I was born in 93 and the first 4 years of my life where loaded with X-Men and spiderman.both of the animated series where my baby cartoons as appose to these sing along Mickey mouse or random animals that my son and other babies/young children watch.i am infatuated with this continuation of the 97 series/season and so far it exceeds all of the previous episodes from the past.this is the best series marvel has released since endgame,well atleast to me that's how I feel.marvels what if comes in at second and before X-Men 97 was announced,marvels what if was number 1 to me haha they are incorporating more of the comics and even the panel of magneto ripping wolverines adamantium out is pretty much a carbon copy from the 1993 fatal attractions X-Men number 25 and I absolutely love it.wolverine becomes super feral and loses his nose and becomes more beast like.this whole story arc for X-Men 97 has been very finely picked up from a few really good X-Men comic arcs and the attention to detail is exactly what I wanted and what a lot of people have wanted(robcorp all day haha) (blackbolt sucks) I cannot wait to see this next chapter,I want to see how accurate to the comics they make bastion because in the comic he was nimrod and went to the future and fused with a newer master mold sentinel and became this unstoppable force and nearly defeated everybody but he was put through a doorway called the seige perilous and returned a human with machine telepath abilities and visions of his life as the master mold nimrod.god I really hope they do a flashback and show all this.im so excited,and apocalypse and onslaught are coming no doubt 😎

I know the joke is that Jason is Dave’s son, but I feel like we are all watching in real time Jason turn more and more into chuck the freak everyday haha. From the ice cream to watching space junk it’s happening

I’m a first time mom and my son is 10 days old. He doesn’t seem to mind at all but it’s got me feeling awful. Any reason any if you can think of as to why this might be? Thank you!

A couple of years ago I tried writing my own version of Stones Abbigale. I never got past the first couple scenes, but I'm considering returning to it. I wanted to basically rewrite and change up a lot of things, mainly focusing on Abbi and Davis and changing some elements. Let me know what you think!

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It's almost four in the morning and Seth is threatening suicide again. Good. Fuck him. I hope he does it. I don't text him that because I read about this girl who told her boyfriend to kill himself. The irony was that when he actually did it she got charged with second degree murder. My life is fucked as it is I don't need to make it worse. It's almost two in the morning and I have to be up for school in a few hours. I’m shivering under my comforter because we’re halfway through November. I think about the turkey that won't get made this year and the family I won't see. I think that's swell. Seth is still texting.
Its like u dont even care after everything that happened and after everything we did together i saved ur life and i stayed with u when u cried and i hugged u and i did everything for u but that wasn't enough was it? i try so hard and all u ever are is a bitch to me that's not fair u want me to die and u hate me and u dont even care and im sick of it abbi why is is so hard for u to care about me?
I don't respond. I don't like how I feel about this. This should be easy. He won't actually do it. He won't. He’s too self involved to kill himself. I put my phone face down on my bed. The sheets shake around it as he sends message after message. I was sleeping on a ticking bomb so I got off of it. My feet stick to the floor, I struggle to step. I might as well have been standing barefoot on ice. I trudge to my window so I can see my street at night. Winter is really coming. You can't hear as many birds as you used to. They've all gone. They've all flown away. I can see three streetlights from where I’m standing. If you can from right to left you can see the concrete fracture into the sand. I open my window and brace for the chill. I stick my head outside. The ocean is not far away. I hear it hitting the shore over and over. Waves of water splashing incessantly, almost beating out my text notifications. The street lights flicker. I think of last summer. When Seth and I got really high after the news broke that my Mom was cheating on my Dad. I was making out with that bong. Emptying bowl after bowl, clanking the glass on the road to empty it out. Just thinking about it makes me feel the street pole against my back again. I was laughing and crying. Seth leaned in and hugged me. “I’m a sure thing,” he said. “I love you and I always will.” I caught my reflection in his sunglasses. I looked awful. I shiver at the memory. My phone is still buzzing. I try to catch my breath. I shut my window and start to walk back to my bed. A room always looks different in the dark. Maybe you think you know where you are, but there is always something that can jump out at you on the floor. Like a ghostly paper bag or a vengeful shoe. Objects that seem to move on their own with the sole drive of tripping you. I crawl back into bed. There's the phantom of Dad’s snoring . I know he's not sleeping in his room, he fell asleep on the couch after finishing his seventh fifth. Sometimes my brain fills in the gaps so I can hear it everywhere. Funnily, I haven't actually heard him snore since Mom left. That's the one thing I ever heard them fight about. Before she turned out to be a whore, I guess. BZZT.BZZT.BZZT. I can't bring myself to read any of his messages. They're coming so fast all the paragraphs are lost to motion blur. Seth’s arms wrap around me and I think about the beating of his heart and the warmth of his lips against my skin. I open up the texts, ready to respond.
I love you
I text this over and over until I fall asleep.
Davis was the only senior on the bus. Somehow, everyone else had a car or a ride. It’s all right, though. James would probably give him one if he had a car, but he skated to school every morning. That's why he barely ever rode the bus with him. The bus thumped along the under paved roads. Davis forgot his earbuds at home, so the only music that accompanied him was his racing thoughts. Two sophomore girls popped their heads over. “Ohmigod, Davis!” One of them shrieked.. “As I live and breathe,” he smiled. “Nice,” she said. “I’m so excited to see your finished painting.” Davis took the lower level art class for a requirement. Like most things, he's not taking it very seriously. For their pop art unit, he's painting a portrait of the art teacher with a warthog face. It's one of his funny disruptions. He knows Mrs. Stanley is going to have a real field day with it, but it doesn't matter. Artistic liberties, he’d profess. “She's such a bitch, isn't she?” The sophomore girl turns to her compatriot, who only nods in response. “She's just jealous,” Davis says. “It must be depressing to teach art and see the youth soar above her.” “For sure,” the girl doesn't get it. Class clown is a semi-heavy burden. Davis doesn't really feel like talking to these girls, but his position demands it. Comedy informs everything about him. To the giant thrift store jeans, to the loud Hawaiian shirt. He and James are the ultimate combination, at least he likes to think so. Quiet brooding begs for bright distraction. The girl is still trying to talk to him and Davis is saying his preprogrammed lines. The bus stops in front of James’s street. Surprisingly, James is standing there. “Like I’m this close to just filling my hydroflask with vodka, yaknow?” says the chick. Maybe she's just trying to get a rise out of him. “Better be prepared to give me more than a sip,” Davis is watching James grumble towards the bus. The sun is beating down on the forming ice puddles. James stomps through them with small shattering steps. James turns up the bus aisle and plops in the seat next to Davis. Davis’s smile is genuine now, but he fights it from getting too wide. “Crash your vehicle?” Davis asks. “Something like it,” there's something off with him. Davis doesn't want to push it. “Well damn, hope insurance covers it,” Davis wants James to break and laugh. Is it just another mood or did something actually happen this time? “It won't, I got bad credit,” James grins and it's like heaven. “What's the move for you today?” “Surviving art and physics for me,” says Davis. “Those bastards love to keep me down.” “Who doesn't,” James eyes the girls who have since returned to whatever they were doing before. It's the judgement stare, as Davis calls it. James likes to observe his peers like a zoo-goer. Breaking them down to taxonomic types. Davis likes to think that James doesn't do this to him, but he knows he probably does. “It sucks you decided to be bad at school and take baby art,” James is still dissecting the sophomore girls down to their tropes. “We could have done Art II together.” “I wouldn't want to get between you and Alex. I know how you love it when people piss in jars next to you.” “That's disgusting,” James breaks his glare at the girls. “It's performance art, it's beautiful,” Davis gets up out of his seat to yell. “Everyone witness the wonderful work of Alex Madov! Disengage yourself from the shackles of capitalism by shouting with me: Poopy, pee pee, poop!” Davis gets a few chuckles from the other kids on the bus. “Sit down, fatso,” mumbles the bus driver. “I will not be silenced! I’m a messenger of the good word, sir!” “More of this shit and I’m skipping your stop!” “Fine, but I will make Alex remember on the day of judgement,” Davis sits back down. James is full belly laughing. “You're so retarded,” James wheezes. Davis can't even come back with a response. He's high off of it.
The bus pulls into the school lot with a short stop. The mobs get up and begin to race out. Davis follows James down the line. “You know Abbi?” James asks. Davis feels a little pit form in his stomach, but he doesn't change his expression. “Vaguely, what about her?” “She's in my art class,” James begins. “And I think … well you know, I’m going to talk to her.” He walks down the steps and out the door. “Doesn't she have a boyfr-” before Davis can descend the driver's arm blocks him. “I’ve had enough of your shit, kid,” he says. “If you keep being obnoxious, I’m gonna find a way to make you pay for it.” James looks back, but he can't stay. Davis knows that he's gotta get to class. James does a little wave goodbye and Davis salutes him. “Are you even listening to me?” the bus driver seethes. “Yes, sir. Divine retribution, got it.” Davis ducks underneath his arm and exits the bus. James has already disappeared into the crowd.
I pass the bong to Ashley. She starts another bowl. She’s the transport and I provide the material. The little things that keep our friendship afloat. I look at the clock in her car. “It's 8:45,” I pick a piece of bagel out of my teeth. “So that's it, we officially missed first period,” Ashley tops it off. “They won't mark us, you know. It's a study.” “Yeah, but when's the last time we signed in? I heard they're changing the policy again. Do you still have the lighter?” I toss it to her. I don't get it. It's always her idea to pick me up so we can smoke before school, why now is she suddenly caring about attendance? “We're pretty girls, we can get out of it. I’m next,” I tap on the clock. “Are you sure it's not fast?” She shakes her head as she takes a snap. We're parked in the pond area a block or two from the school. It's our designated smoking spot. I like it, even at the end of fall it's pretty. I’m so engrossed that I don't realize her tip out the bowl and put it back in the cup holder. “I don't know if it's wise to keep up the activity, we should probably get going soon,” she starts up her car again. “Okay,” I say. She reverses and swings out of the lot. We lean into the silence and it's super weird. “Seth texted me last night,” I wait for her reaction. “Oh,” she grimaces. “What did you say?” “That I loved him.” Silence again. Ashley's trying to put together something well-meaning while understanding that I’ll probably ignore whatever she has to say. “Abbi, I’m not trying to tell you how to run your life, but …” Her expression is now quizzical. She's said what she is about to say a number of different ways all ready. She thinks and thinks and decides to say nothing. Good call, I would have screamed at her. Not because what she thinks about my situation isn't true, I’m just in a ‘screaming at people mood’ because of it. “I’m going to dye my hair again,” she changes the subject to avoid conflict. Classic Ash. “Oh yeah? What color this time?” “I don't know,” she checks her reflection in the rear view. “The red has faded out, maybe blue or pink this time.” “You should go with a softer pink,” I say. “Since you're a soft spring.” “Yeah, maybe.” We enter the school lot. “Listen, do you want to get together when I do it? Maybe you can dye your hair too.” “I don't know, I might be busy,” I say. “Seth might want to do something,” I pause for her to protest. “Okay,” she says. She parks and we get out.
I barrel into art class. I don't care if I reek, out of all the teachers I can tell Mrs. Stanley smokes the most. It would be hypocritical of her to care. It looks like I’m the first one. Weird. I check my phone. It's 8:45. Well, fuck. Looks like Ashley needs to fix her clock. Mrs. Stanley is at her desk. She looks at me knowingly. “Eager to create today, Abbi?” I just nod and sit at my desk. I’m really feeling it. I open up my precalc notebook and just start sketching. Birds, eyes, trees, whatever. Kids start coming in. Their chatter echoes around me, I try to focus on what I’m doing. Someone bumps into my table. I look up. It's this lanky blonde kid, I think his name is James. He presses his hands underneath the desk as he leans up to talk to me. “Eww!” He shouts. Some kids turn and laugh. I don't. I just stare at him. James goes red and sits next to the kid who pissed in a jar. Once an adequate amount of students are in the room, Mrs. Stanley starts her lesson slideshow. On the screen is a dirty urinal. “How many of you are familiar with this work by Marcel DuChamp?” she asks. At this point, Jason, the designated meathead jock, enters the room. “Sorry I’m late, Mrs. S,” he booms. He looks at the slide. “We building bathrooms today?” Mrs. Stanley glares at him. “Wouldn't you like that? Considering you spend all of your time in there.” “Whatever,” Jason brushes his mullet behind his ears. “No, not whatever. Would you like me to move you into the sophomore class with Davis? Believe it or not he's getting much better marks than you are getting in here.” Jason rolls his eyes and takes his place in the chair next to me. “Up to a little extra curricular activities before art, Abbi?” he motions a joint in his fingers. I scoff and go on my phone. There's another text from Seth.
sorry about last night
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im reading it all right now that was fucked im sorry
I start to respond, but before I can Mrs. Stanley outstretches her hand. “Give me your phone, Miss Hagerty. I’m sick of giving you warnings.” I don't have the energy to fight, I just give it to her. “You can pick it up at the end of the day.” My jaw actually drops. Jason must have really set her off, she's not usually such a cunt to me. “Anyways, found art. What is it? Well, found art is the use of everyday objects to convey an altered meaning. It can be something you find on the street or something that once held value to you. For example, My Bed by Tracey Elim.” She pulls up a picture of a messy bed that looks suspiciously like my own. “So for your final unit of the semester, you will be making your own found art. I really want you to take this project a little more seriously than most of you have been taking this class. I’m giving you the privilege of picking your own partners, but I’d like to remind you to be thoughtful with your choice. This will be worth more for your grade.” I look around. I don't have any friends here. I toy around with the idea of asking Jason for convenience and he looks like he's about to pull that move. Behind me there's that James guy. He’s sheepishly looking at me. He seems kind of nice. Okay. I don't feel like getting up so I just turn around in my chair. “Hey James, wanna be partners?” He balks a bit and then smiles at me. “Yeah, totally,” He's beaming and it's somewhat endearing. Alex and I switch seats and now I’m next to him. “I’m gonna be real with you …” I begin. He stops and shifts a little. “I have no idea what we're supposed to be doing for this.” He regards me oddly. Like he's trying to piece me together. It doesn't bother me. “She said we have to bring in an object that's special to us and present it artistically basically,” he rubs his chin. Damn, I must be baked to hell. I didn't hear her saying that at all. “So got any stuffed animals we can cut up and make Lovecraftian monstrosities out of?” “I got a hamster cage, hold the hamster,” I say. It comes out kind of weird and I probably sound stupid, but he doesn't seem to care. “Let's make a fucking zoo.” “Perfect!” He’s kind of cute actually. In a way. Something about this feels fun. I realize the bell will ring soon. “So um,” I rip out a page of my precalc notebook, still fresh with my drawings. I scrawl out my number and push it to him. “Call me so we can figure out the project some more.” I pack up all my stuff and start to head out. I can feel him watching me and it's not that bad. “I sure will,” he says. Everything feels really groovy. There's a lightness now. I’m halfway out the door when I remember my phone. I can't believe that I just forgot about Seth. I think about begging for my phone, but I feel too above that. Still, something shakes the good feeling as the bell rings.

Got 98.17 percentile in Jee mains Got 95+ in physics and maths boards Got 90+ in Comp and English boards Got 68 in chemistry boards, and my mom cried. "society me kya mu dikhaingi?" "Sabh kuch toh lake diya kuch kami chodi toh bol" "Kisaan ke bete zyada marks le aate hein" "Yeh 68 marks ka thappa humasha rahega teri zindagi mein"
Am I bad son for thinking its not that big of a deal? I hate my mom rn. ltni mehnat ki, Jee me achhi percentile Overall good board marks. Ek subject weak reh gaya and shes been crying since yesterday nonstop. Any relative calls her and she starts saying "sabh khatam hogaya, kuch nahi bhacha", "yeh mereko jhoot bolta raha, nahi padai ki isne bilkul"
I genuinely don't know what to do guys. I dont even want to give advanced or study for even the 2 weeks that are left
Bhaad me Jaye sabh kuch

Me and the wife of 23 years married,and even more as friends. HS sweethearts and welcomed our first child in 2017.Just an amazing Mother and could not ask for better.(like at all).She's THAT mom.took a year off work to be with our new born,until her job gave her a fat raise ,basically begging for her to come back.worked at the same company for 10+years,in child care with 1 year olds, became lead teacher and one point the face of the company t.v ad.
The kid never had a wet diaper for more than 2 minutes. I was just a follower now and just obeyed the process.I was to only work,and when home,wait for instruction(when it came to the child). Which I did so in compliance.The kid had started flash cards in their crib at 3 months. Never had bottled food or cereal as I was instructed to cook chicken,sweet potato,carrots and onions then blend it for their meals.And when it was time for bed ,we'd be sleeping together. All 3 of us, leaving no room or time for intimacy. Before the kid we were like rabbits on an island who didn't even bother to get dressed. But now it's just dirty and ick while the kid takes up our day and energy,as it should in my opinion. (Or groomed opinion).
She returned back to work,even got a sweet deal for our son even to go there. It was a much needed chapter for us,as it was all she talked about was having a kid.Mind you were this far now and haven't had any sex,and I just brush it off cause I kinda like catering to the kid and her. Then the unfortunate happens,she had a stroke in early 2023 that just crushed our world and took a devastating blow to us and our little "juice box" Kid's nickname.
It's been a year now since the stroke,and of course I'm not gonna even bring up sex.how dare I? Our insurance sucks, do all the care us left to me,and family. Family being the ones who stay with her when I'm at work.they just watch, they don't cook,or change her,move her.All physical,nutritional,medical needs are done by me,while also making sure the kid is well and cared for .it's been almost 3 years now,and never understood the "blue balls" theory until now.only problem is, I have like purple,and it's smooth at the bottom.wtf? I'm no scientist or physician,but NO dude has smooooth balls.i swear, if they get any smoother,the hairs will start self plucking at root.
I scheduled my first appointment ever with my pcp,and hope she can prescribe me with something because what's after purple? I didn't feel any pain or anything .but I need to seek a specialist or something,because some months to a year ago I had something very very weird happen to where I thought we were getting it on,only to have woke up,and realized it was just me and a morning mess.
I need help.tommorow is my scheduled doc visit.and I don't want to bring it up to the wife,as I needn't more stress on her.and I can't find any forums or FAQ of such. Has anyone had this smooth purple tadpole pouch before?

My son (turning 8) and I will be in Stockholm during Sunday's game (wife is attending T. Swift) and wanted to see if people knew a good spot for kids to watch. It's his birthday too so we will be doing Grona Lund and other things earlier in the day (though the game will be the highlight for both of us). Weather should be nice!
I saw Flying Horse get recommendations, but wasn't sure if kids are allowed.
Appreciate any suggestions!

My Mom is 75 and I moved in with her 3 years ago. Helped her divorce a sociopath that married her for the money my Dad left her. We thought maybe she was just healing from trauma which could easily explain her memory issues and such.
Nope it’s dementia. The PTSD from the marriage and divorce is real but the underlying issue is dementia. She will NOT exercise. She wakes up about 10 for breakfast and then goes back to bed until dinner. She gets about 500 steps a day in although she is perfectly capable of walking. She simply doesn’t want to and is tired enough to really sleep all day and all night.
She can use the bathroom fine and without help. I’m just wondering if the simply not wanting to be around or work on herself (with a light walk) are also symptoms of dementia.
I go to her doctor’s appointments with her and she dutifully shows up but I have to tell them what she really does all day. Some of the behavior looks like a perfectly capable person just giving up.
She will not go to counseling and tbh she seems perfectly content to play cards on her phone, watch tv, eat, sleep and that’s it.
Any thoughts?

Not sure how else to phrase it, because I love him but he has a really bad way of being thoughtless and selfish. Our first Christmas, I was impressed with a gift that he made for his mom. It was cheap, literally just a bunch of notes in a paper bag labeled "reasons I love you" and each was a sentiment or story or inside joke. It was cheap and I understood because he was a broke-ass teenager who couldn't hold down a job.
Since then, though, I've come to experience his assumption and expectation for what he will be receiving for birthdays and Christmas. For example, he'll assume we were going to spend a few hundred dollars on gifts, and ask for it in cash instead of gifts. He asked for us to renew his medical weed permit ($250 at the time) and claimed that's all he wanted, then acted all shitty when there wasn't much else to open. He knows he gets money from his grandpa, so he's asked for advances on it. Every gift he treats as an expected transaction, taken for granted, not as a gift. For Christmas, his mom got him a necklace I think, that was sort of silly but there was a reason she got it. If he didn't like wearing it, I didn't blame him, but he could hang it from a tac on his wall or something. Instead, he actually gave it back to her right there within moments of opening it, saying it wasn't his style.
What finally pissed me off enough to write this was Mother's Day. I asked him weeks ago what he was going to do for his mom. He's 24 and no longer lives with us, but he has a job and is still getting food stamps from his brief unemployment, Actually has more than he needs to the point of stocking up before the benefits expire. Anyway, I remind him weeks ago that Mother's Day is coming up, his mom doesn't want anything but a nice heartfelt card or note because we know he's working hard and trying to save for a car and a better place. We tell him Mom wants to go to ihop, nothing fancy at all. We didn't offer to pay, but I assumed we would. We pick him up and take him after work. While we are waiting for our food, he gives her a card.
The card was literally a picture on the front and a sentence on the inside that he said "this kinda says how I feel so I didn't write anything else." And to be clear, what I mean is: the card had a sentence printed on the inside. He did not write anything, he didn't even sign his name. If we wanted to return the card, we could have. It was literally right off the shelf, and obviously a last minute purchase that he bought from work just moments before we picked him up.
Number one, I hate how shitty it makes me feel when WE show emotional investment in him with not only our thoughtful gifts but also very sincere cards and notes. We show a ton of support, love, and appreciation for him and everything he does and has done. For him to gloss over that while searching for the money inside the card is like holy shit, you're an adult, are you not aware of how selfish you look? If you're going to be an asshole, at least pretend to not be one in front of us. Second, and this is important: You will not be successful in relationships if you are an emotional slug like that. I can't imagine how his girlfriends would feel or how his wife would feel with this approach to her birthday or anniversary. You cannot half-ass something that is significant to you in any way, especially when it is equally or more significant to people you love.
My wife, who often suppresses her reactions to these kinds of things, actually broke down and told me how disappointed she was when she got that Mother's Day card. If she's willing to say something about it, I can only imagine it's more than what she's expressed because she doesn't want to be negative toward her son. I get that. So I can't imagine how low she felt when after all that she's done for him, especially in the past year, his only gift is a last-minute purchase of convenience, no thought, and not even his own words. Not even a signature.