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My bf (25m) and I (25f) met last year and instantly clicked. He lived two hours away from me so we’d see each other on the weekends and we always had the best time. I loved the way we communicated, the way he listened to me and was always kind and respectful to me. He went above and beyond with making me feel special. Making me my favorite desserts, surprising me with dates, making me dinner. Constantly texting me and asking me questions. We share so many interests, my family loves him, his family loves me.
Shortly into our relationship he was offered a promotion that required him to move about 11 hours away. He decided to accept the offer which I feel was the right decision and we decided to do long distance. He moved a few months after and we’ve been doing long distance for about two months now. It has been extremely hard. My previous relationship was also a long distance relationship where my ex cheated on me. I told my current bf that I’ve developed a lot of anxiety regarding this and at first I wasn’t confident about my abilities to maintain a ldr. He assured me that he would FaceTime me every night, text me all the time, fly me out to visit him once every 6 weeks or that he would fly to me.
A few weeks into the long distance he started being more distant. His texts weren’t as reassuring and lovey as they used to me. He stopped planning FaceTime dates and wouldn’t call as much. One time he cancelled a Facetime date he had planned for us (we were going to make dinner together and watch a movie) 20 minutes before to hang out with his friend. I told him that since this is all we have right now they’re really important to me. He said he understood and would do better.
When I would tell him I was feeling anxious he would get hostile and defensive. Saying “don’t you see everything I’m trying to do” and if I expressed my concerns he’d be very dismissive. One night he didn’t say I love you back to me on the phone. I asked him if something was wrong and he got mad that I even asked. If he was being dry and I would ask why he’d say “I didn’t put an emoji, so what?” I was starting to feel really defeated and upset. I was convinced that me thinking he was being distant was all in my head.
This past weekend I flew down to see him for the first time since we’ve started long distance. Our reunion didn’t feel as emotional as I thought it would. He said he felt weird around me for the first 24 hours. I could tell something was off. He wasn’t looking at me the same way and it didn’t feel the way it used to. He wasn’t staying hard during sex either which has never happened. I asked if I did something wrong or he wasn’t attracted to me and he kept saying no that he didn’t know what the problem was.
Finally on the last night he admitted that he has been distant. I told him the way I’ve felt the last month is not okay. He started crying (which was the first time I’d ever seen him cry) and apologizing saying that it’s not okay that he’s treated me this way and how sorry he was. He kept saying that I’m the nicest person he’s ever met and I deserve better and that he doesn’t know why he is the way he is. He mentioned that it may be trauma from past relationships where he never felt good enough and any criticism or problem feels very personal. He said he wishes he would’ve supported me more emotionally and that I didn’t do anything wrong but that his new position has been very demanding. He said it’s been so hard on him that he’s losing his hair. He said the stress is so much more than he thought it would be and that when he has a full day of things going wrong and stress at work that it’s harder for him to give me the patience and time and effort that I deserve, which he has never mentioned before. I asked him to be honest with me and himself about if he’s able to handle the position and our relationship at the same time. He said he thinks he can and that he doesn’t want to lose me and how much he loves me and sees a really happy future and life with me.
I don’t know what to do. The last month I have felt so alone, unsupported and misunderstood. I understand his side as well. I just have a lot of concerns about both of our mental wellbeing’s.
I’d like all the advice I can get. Thank you for reading all of this.

I (FA, f33) was dating a guy (m32, leaning DA) for 3 months. He broke things of 6 weeks ago over text. We haven't spoken since then. I'm really struggling with this break up because we live in the same street and I'm constantly reminded of him.
He was working through some personal things and stressed about work. He communicated this, but it made me extremely insecure about our "relationship." I kept getting insecure over late replies over text and not being able to see eachother as much as when we just started dating. I did try to communicate my needs (which is already a huge step for me). Every time he tried to give me reassurance that it didn't have anything to do with me, that he understood what I was feeling and that he also didn't like the situation he/we were in. In the end he got frustrated by me bringing up my needs/insecurities, as he explained himself several times.
During our time together I brought up these concerns over text, because I was convinced that he'd break things off with me and that I'd rather know than having to deal with the uncertainty. Whenever we would see each other in person, I just shut down. I only communicated to him that the situation made me feel insecure. The second time that I panicked over a late reply, I told him that I wanted to talk to him. When we saw eachother I just pretended like nothing happened, because I felt too uncomfortable to talk to him. He intiated the conversation. I only said that I had the feeling that we were both (unintentionally) making things more difficult for each other. He tried to reassure me that it didn't have to do anything with me and that when his work would be more stable, he'd be able to give me more clarity on when we'd be able to see each other.
I have the feeling that my own insecurities and inability to be vulnerable with him ruined things. I'm 200% sure that he wouldn't judge me for my past (struggled with bulimia for 15 years and no contact with my parents for the 2 years because I stopped initiating contact with them). Of course this doesn't mean that things would've worked out between us, but at least I would've felt like I did everything I could've done and not regret the way I handled things.
I'd really like to talk to him and explain why I was struggling that much when he said that he needed some space. I regret not doing this when we were still seeing eachother. Rationally, I know I don't have anything to lose at this point. I'm just not sure whether this would be a good idea since I'm hoping this would lead to us getting back together. I'm afraid it would crush me if he wouldn't want to try again.
TLDR: struggling with a break up, because my insecurities and inability to be vulnerable contributed to us breaking up. How do I move on? Do I reach out and try to talk to him or should I just let things be?

Male, 31, 84kg weight, 6,1' height.
So I was on biologics for ulcerative colitis for years, roughly 7 years, humira, imuran, imflixamab, entyvio and one or two more, I got an ileostomy 3 years ago and was next to cured, I got sepsis due to a perforated bowel and was on antibiotics ( taz and one ending in mycin) for three months then too as the surgery went a bit wrong..
But ever since then I'm on antibiotics every month and if I'm lucky it's every 2 months for things like ear infections, chest, kidney and so on.. right now I'm on them for a double ear infection and upper sinus infection (confirmed by bloods and an exam by my gp) and my kidneys are sore too!..
Obviously being on them this frequently isn't good, but I don't understand why, I'm extremely healthy, gym 3 times a week, swim once a week, hike maybe once every 2/3 weeks (5 or 6k steps wise) and I have a good diet, I'm not overweight and to look at me you would think I was never sickly..
Medications wise all I take is lomopromide to slow the output of my ileostomy and a daily generic a-z Multivitamin as I thought it might help but I'd doesn't seem to, I usually wait till I no its an actual infection too, burst ear drum now as I hoped it would pass on its own..
Is there anything I can do to help prevent all these constant infections? Antibiotics around 8 times a year isn't good..

It's insane. It's like I self impose loneliness on myself. I feel like everyone I am around/talk to I am bothering. I feel like I don't deserve anything until I get a certain exam score, a certain grade and after school ended now I suddenly shifted that pressure to my own body and I just hate the way that I look, and how my face feels heavy and I want to work out but I genuinely have no energy!! Also it doesn't help that every time I do workout I have this voice in my head that goes like " why try anyways, you're not going to succeed, you're not good at this, you've never been good at this, you have to catch your breath to even go up the stairs" I don't know where the fuck this is coming from genuinely! But it impacts me so much! I am not even that heavy, but midsized, and I recently went from being 155 LBs to 165 and have been beating myself up about it I feel guilty for eating ANYTHING and I just want to punch myself in the face whenever I eat a cookie. I can't even buy clothes??? because I don't deserve it and because it won't look good on me??????
Also I can't help it but, I get so annoyed with people that are nonchalant and do whatever they want with a "carefree" attitude. Part of me is jealous obviously but it just irks me to my core, because why am I like this? Where I feel the constant need to be perfect and beat myself up to bits because I am not. I don't look good in certain clothes so I always wear baggy clothing because that is all i am comfortable in. I have so much I should be grateful for and yet here I am hating myself and because of this I can't do things that matter more!! I feel like I am a constant dissapointment to everyone and I just literally have wanted to die for most of my life.
Like I already know I'm on the path to being an alcoholic, because in college I filled up a water bottle of vodka at one of the house parties and SAVED it! I saved it and when i was depressed so hard I drank half of the whole thing while listening to sad music by myself and it was just so fucking sad thart I did that, but it's the only way I have been able to cope and now I find myself craving that feeling more and more. I want to stop this before I am legally allowed to purchase alcohol because I already know its going to be a problem.
Also add to this crippling social anxiety. Thank god for makeup which has improved this but if I'm not wearing makeup I genuinely can't even look people in the eye. I don't know what's wrong with me or how to fix it but please god I hope someone has answers or something I can do to fix this. I have felt like this for most of my life and I need it to stop because it is extremely hindering to my self-growth and I don't want to live this way forever ;-;
I am 19 right now.

My neighbor's apartment constantly smells like urine and it permeates the entire hallway. Multiple tenants have complained about him to the landlord and nothing has been done. This is in Massachusetts. He's putting everyone's health at risk because we're all breathing it in. Who can I call if the landlord continues to do nothing?

I constantly review notes throughout the week, go to their lecture, do every practice problem, go to office hours, create concept maps, and so on, yet I still perform extremely poorly no matter what study technique I use. It is so frustrating, and I just can’t figure out what is am missing or doing wrong

I live in an extremely toxic household with a grandparent where my other cousin lives with me & he's treated different to me. He can do as he please, do the most despicable things like Rob my father, almost get us all killed in a burglary because of himself. But as soon as I don't "wash the dishes right" its a big ISSUE.and I can't move out, it's too expensive & don't work due to MH. Its like I can't do ANYTHING right.
As a back story, I've never coped with emotions well, im autisic and was brought up in a very emtionally abusive house where mum & dad would physcially fight & mum would say "we wouldnt argue if she wasnt here"- this is from a young age, as far back as i can remember. So moved in with grandad & in many arguments when I was under 18, he'd say "fu*k of back to your mums". Which hurts.
I'm 24 now, I've battled anorexia twice, took an overdose in the past & I've Sh'd before frequently. At the moment I'm struggling, fresh out of therapy for anorexia after 2 years, almost relapsing everyday. My anxiety is horrendous constantly worried about my dad dying, I'm completely dependent on partner to go places with me, can't leave the house alone. And soon as someone in the family starts an argument all I wanna do is SH. I'm trying to understand why I wanna SH? In these situations. Does anyone have an explanation that could help me understand myself & behaviours.
I'm worried I can't ever be a mum because I'm too unstable. I hope I get better one day. I worry about everything. I've been in and outta therapy for 5 years & tried meds.
Thanks to anyone who reads all this & offers me advice.

Hi all, just want to lead off by saying this forum has been extremely helpful and a huge resource to me in my decision so far!
I had 350cc silicone implants 10 years ago with a lift. One of the implants slid down into my abdominal cavity the next day, which was quickly revised with an outpatient procedure and sliding it back up with a whip stitch. Unfortunately, the left implant was just never quite the same after this and always gave me pain and discomfort. In 2019 it officially ruptured after contracture and I received a new one that year.
Recently, I have been experiencing the same symptoms as before the initial implant ruptured and the left has become extremely uncomfortable and hard. It looks fine to the eye but at this point I’ve just about had it and want them both gone (which is sad because the right has always been great and I’ve never had issues. I don’t even notice it’s there…)
I do like the way they make me look and feel which is the hardest thing to grapple with so far. I’m not scared of being flat-chested so much as I am saggy chested, as a lot of my breast tissue was removed (or so I think) during my first augmentation procedure which also happened with a lift. I’m not sure if I will need another lift or if they will have to remove the capsule but I do anticipate a full and very costly procedure as I also had massive weight loss so my skin is already quite saggy (had skin removal surgery on abdomen the same time as initial BA). I have a consultation with the same PS who did the original surgery next week.
Does anyone who has had an explant have any tips or recommendations for debating with the fear of being flat-chested or a deflated looking chest? That right now is my biggest draw back to getting the removal surgery as I want more than anything to stop feeling like this but I’m so scared I will end up with lil trash bags. Ultimately however I still think in the end that will be better than the constant discomfort and pain I feel on my left side when doing literally anything.
Thank you all so much in advance.

To be honest, I wasn't sure that the Advice sub would let me post this there so I'm posting it here because it's so fucked up. And it didn't seem right for Let's Not Meet, either. But I do need advice, because I feel I'm losing my fucking mind.
So I (30F) have always been very close to my cousin (30F), let's call her Angela. Because we're the same age, our parents (my mom and her father are siblings) went through all the same stages with us and as such, we were more or less raised like siblings due to how much time our families spent together.
We even had homes in the country in the same township, which is where I think this happened. And I can't really tell my family this because it will make me sound legitimately crazy. And some part of me even doubts this memory, but at the same time I know in my heart that it's true. It's a complicated feeling, and this memory was brought to light last week when my suspicion I've had for years was more or less confirmed.
One winter, sixteen years ago, when Angela and I were both fourteen, both of our families were at our cottages, a twenty minute drive from each other. Angela and her little brother (my cousin, let's call him James) parents (my aunt and uncle) were going skiing one morning, and I wanted to go too. So I spent the night at their cottage, like I often did when we all went up north.
Angela's bedroom had two single beds in it, and James' room was down the hall. The whole house was open concept, so the hall from Angela's room to James' room did not have walls, but rather was bordered by two railings over which you could see down into the main floor, the open concept living and dining rooms.
James is four years younger than us, and when he was 10, he was such a typical little boy/little brother, it's almost cartoonish to look back on. Like, I'm talking *constantly* bothering us, putting a stink bomb on a remote control car that he would sneak into our rooms, trying to read Angela's diary when we weren't in her bedroom, just all the stuff. But never anything cruel or out of the ordinary or sinister, just a massive handful.
The basement of James and Angela's cottage was filled with storage and old toys, and sometimes (on the rare occasion) that we'd willingly play with James, we'd all go down to the basement and try to freak each other out. Anyway, one of the toys in the basement was your typical Raggedy-Ann doll from the 60s or something. I think it belonged to my uncle when he was a kid and then Angela when she was a baby. Her name was Trilly. I forget who named it. Anyway, I have vague memories of playing with it when we were much younger and pretending it was our third cousin or our little daughter. But since then she'd sat in storage in the basement.
But, what great nightmare material! Right?! A creepy, limp, smiling doll. So the night I stayed over, before we went skiing in the morning, James, Angela and I were up to our playing in the basement, and I remember we tried to freak James out by pretending Trilly was alive or something like that. Whatever. Game over, we all had dinner with the parents, then watched a movie as a family and went to bed. James to his room and Angela and me to Angela's room.
Now this is the thing. Angela and I still joke about this night, and she remembers it just like I do, which is why I sort of wrote off my hypothesis until last week. That night, in the middle of the night, I started tossing and turning. I woke up and could tell that Angela was stirring as well. One of us said to the other, "are you awake?" and the other said "yes," and we realized that we both couldn't sleep or were woken up by the same thing or were both just feeling restless. But then, at the other end of her room, Trilly was sitting in the fucking desk chair.
I think it was Angela who pointed it out. We saw a shadow, thinking it was a person, freaked out, and then relaxed briefly when we saw it was just the doll. But then we got freaked out all over again and were like, "why the FUCK is this FUCKING doll in your room!?!?", murderously standing up and going over to it to pick it up and throw it in James' room and pound the living Christ out of him.
We turn on all the lights, turn on the hall light, stomp down the hall into his room and turn on his lights, and see he's not in his bed. We then go downstairs (my aunt and uncle's room was on the main floor), Trilly still in Angela's hands, and hear my aunt and James in the washroom. Turns out James had been sick for the last few hours and my aunt had been up all night with him as he was throwing up in the washroom. And when we saw the scene we immediately could tell that James had nothing to do with Trilly. Like, it was just one of those really believable situations where we could tell James truly had no idea what was going on. We even felt bad for him. And, to top it off, when we told him the story in the morning it scared him so much that he didn't go into the basement for like a year. Anyway, it just seemed really sincere.
So Angela and I went back up to her room and we were like, "are we *sure* we didn't bring this up here last night? Are we sure? We must have." Anyway, while we were really freaked, we figured that it was explainable. We knew the doll obviously didn't walk itself upstairs like it was some horror movie. But, because we were fourteen and all for the drama (and I remember us having the "better safe than sorry" mindset) we called her dog upstairs (Bella, a poorly behaved black poodle). We started playing tug-of-war with Bella, using Trilly as the toy, and eventually Bella ripped her to shreds.
Anyway, funny memory, making the dog rip up the doll, we laughed and thought we were tough and cool, then we went back to bed.
The next morning, instead of all of us going skiing, it was just Me, Angela, and my Uncle, because James stayed home with my aunt on account of his stomach flu. But when we woke up, Angela was acting weird. Nothing too noteable, just really bizarrely quiet as she moved around her room to get her clothes out of her drawers and get changed. She didn't, like, acknowledge me in her room. I said something like "morning" when she didn't acknowledge me, and she looked at me and then turned back to her drawers and kept getting changed.
And she was looking around weirdly, I remember that too. Almost like she'd misplaced something, but a little more dazed than that. Just moving strangely. Then she went downstairs without saying anything to me at all. I thought maybe she was just super groggy... but it still felt really weird.
When I went downstairs, she was standing at the island in the kitchen buttering toast that my uncle had put in for us. I distinctly remember walking up beside her and the toaster, pulling a piece of toast out of it, putting it on the plate that had been set out for me, and when I dipped the knife into the container of butter, Angela smacked my hand away, hard, and looked at me and snapped, "what are you doing? Don't take things that aren't yours". I was shocked. It honestly felt like being struck in the face. She'd never spoken to me like that before, and even though we were like siblings, I still felt that kind of mortifying embarrassment you feel when someone calls you out on misbehaving, even though I wasn't doing anything wrong; but it *was* her family's butter and bread? I don't know. That's what I remember thinking. But it was awkward and weird and I just said, "um, what?" and then she didn't say anything, just kept buttering her toast, and I mumbled some apology.
The three of us then drove to the ski hill and, I kid you not, Angela and I didn't speak the whole way there. I had no idea what was up, but I didn't want to ask with her dad in the car.
Then when we got to the ski hill, we went skiing just the two of us and on the chairlift during the first run I mustered up the courage to say "Hey, did I do something wrong? I feel like you're really mad at me or something". And she turned to look at me and was confused. Not friendly, not warm, not reassuring, but confused. It was almost as if I was a stranger and she looked at me as if to say, "sorry, who are you? why are you talking to me?"
And she responded in a formal way: "Sorry, I have no idea what you're talking about". The distance in her voice was really eerie, and I started to think maybe this had to do with the doll incident the night before and either she was trying to extend the prank, and she was the one who had put the doll on the chair, OR she felt guilty that we ruined this family doll and she resented me for being a part of it. Anyway, when we got to the top of the hill, she skied down quickly and didn't wait for me to go back up again, and we ended up skiing separately.
I felt awkward and embarrassed like I'd done something wrong. I ended up skiing with my uncle who asked me what was up with us, and I just said I didn't know. Then after our day of skiing, he dropped me off at my family's cottage and continued on home with Angela.
For the rest of that whole school year (we were in ninth grade), Angela and I didn't really speak. It was really sad. We were like sisters before, but better because we weren't actually sisters, but cousins, and so we were like best friends that were related. Seriously, we were really close. And it really messed me up, I felt like she just ghosted me. I would text her and call her house but she was always "fine" or "with Jessica" (her best friend). I chalked it up to her just outgrowing me, and it really fucking sucked. But, to be honest, it was so jarring and such a stark shift that I was more confused than hurt. I talked to my mom about it and she explained to me how rough it can be to be a teenage girl.
But that following summer, we were up at our cottages again, and our family had a barbecue and invited over my aunt and uncle and Angela and James. I had seen Angela at family things a couple of times since and she would just kind of ignore me and spend the whole time texting, which is what I expected this time.
Sure enough, that's what happened for the first bit of the barbecue. But then when the food was ready, she came up beside me as we were dressing our hamburgers at the condiment table and said, "oh my god, remember that night we got Bella to ruin Trilly?" and I was so shocked by her friendly tone, by her acting as though she were picking up a conversation we just were having, that I just stared at her and said, "yeah, that was crazy". And she said, "yeah, so funny. Anyway, how've you been?" again, really different and formal. I almost couldn't get past how altered her tone was, like we'd never even met. In fact she seemed so sprightly and kind that I thought she was mocking me.
And our relationship since that barbecue carried on just like that. She started talking to me more, but I'd reference inside jokes or ways we used to be or things we used to do and she never really latched on to any of them. I was caught between thinking she'd outgrown me and thinking she was like embarrassed of our closeness before or something and was trying to move on. I talked to my mom about this, and again got the speech about how teenage girls can be really cruel/strange sometimes.
So until we were about 22, we were like that. Nice to each other, talking sometimes, not that close, and I learned to not try and act like we were all close or that we had been close. I talked to my friends about it too and they said it was normal for friendships to change like that. But something felt off about this. I started to honestly feel crazy for hanging on to this "before" memory of Angela so much.
Then when we were 22, we grew apart. This time, it was mutual and natural. I moved cities, and she got engaged and became a real estate agent and we just had nothing to talk about. It was gradual and I didn't notice it much. Which brings us to eight years later, just last week.
I was travelling in Iceland. I had to be there (very randomly) for a conference/workshop I was leading for work, and turned it into a vacation. Rented a car, decided I was going to drive across the island after the conference was over and stay on the east part and explore a bit.
Day four of my seven-day long road trip. It's mid-afternoon, I'm hungry. I've been driving for three hours and have come across no sign of civilization at all, and it was fifty miles to the next town. But then, voila! A little gas station/general store/cafe! Perfect!
Ah, fuck. I literally can't believe I'm writing this. It makes me sound fucking crazy. But here I go.
I park in the little three-car parking lot. I get out of my car, step onto the gravel, the sky is white, expansive, there are mountains everywhere around me, fields, sheep. The air is fresh. Seriously middle of nowhere. I walk up the wooden rickety steps and push open the door and hear the door chimes go. A man walks out from the back room and greets me, and the place is cute. There's a little handwritten menu above the cash register and I asked him in my pathetic Icelandic/English mix if I could have the gravlax toast. He's very friendly and kind and says yes, asks if I want a coffee, I say yes please, blah blah, he rings me up at the cash register, and I go and sit at the one table they have and wait for my food.
I look around - it's mostly a fishing supplies store with some general groceries. The man opens the door to the room from which he came, the kitchen I suppose, and says the order to the lady in the back who looks like she's doing some prep cooking. Immediately I stop. It's freaking Angela!!!! Or I thought it was.
Now, remember, I hadn't seen Angela in about eight years. Since her dad passed away when we were twenty-three, and because I'd moved cities, we just had no reason to really see each other especially after growing so far apart.
So, like, OH MY GOD, it's Angela! She's working at a random little general store in middle-of-nowhere Iceland! But wait, I thought. No. This is obviously not-fucking-Angela. Angela is a real estate agent in my hometown. I'd obviously know if she lived in Iceland lol. Right? I don't really use social media but the odd time I do, she'll pop up here and there. But I guess not enough for me to *confirm* she still lived in my hometown.
But anyway, she looked enough like Angela that I went right up to the cash register and rang the little bell and the guy came back out and when he opened the door I was able to get another look at her, and my heart skidded. A chill spread across my crown. It was one hundred percent Angela. Like, my full-on cousin. So, looking over the guys' shoulder, RIGHT AT ANGELA, I smile and say, "Angela!! Oh my god!!" and before she could respond, the door shut again.
And the guy at the cash smiled really big, a nice, friendly, smile and he looked surprised as well, and pointed back over his shoulder and then at me, as if to say, "you two know each other?!" which confirmed for me that her name was Angela, because he seemed really delighted at the coincidence. Expecting her to emerge from the kitchen, I walked around to behind the cash register (the invitation was implied by the guy) and he put his arm back to open the door for me, or for Angela, whom we both expected to be making her way over to me, too.
When he opened the door, she was head-down again, chopping vegetables. I walked through the door and said, "Angela? Angela!" smiling, thinking she hadn't seen me yet or realized who I was, all context considered. She looked up at me, and then quickly, as though avoiding my eyes, looked down. "Hey", she said, quietly, at the cutting board.
WHAT THE FUCK WAS GOING ON? Before I could ask anything, she said, "I'm really sorry, okay?"
What?
She repeated herself and then continued: "I'm really sorry okay? But we can't talk".
I actually, like, had no clue what was happening. I was looking into the eyes of my cousin whom I hadn't seen in forever in some random fucking shack in Iceland and she was acting skittish and afraid. I opened my mouth to protest and she said, "I need you to leave," then she called the guy's name and said something to him in Icelandic. She can speak Icelandic??!
The guy came in, his demeanour totally different. Almost like he was a bouncer. He gestured to my coffee and toast that were ready to go, took them in his hands and ushered me out of the kitchen and I could tell I no longer was welcome. Either I wasn't welcome or I was in danger, or both. It felt more like the former. And I don't think the guy had any idea what was going on, either. I think she must have said something to him like "I don't know this person, this person is crazy" or something. That's how he was acting toward me.
I got in my car, I drove five minutes down the road, and pulled over. I miraculously had service and I called my mom and told her everything. She kind of just laughed at me and was like "Many-Patient2894, that obviously wasn't Angela". And joked about me making some poor Icelandic woman feel extremely weird. But based off the guy's reaction when I said her name, her name was Angela, and the way she spoke to me and said sorry and said we couldn't talk, like, she knew me too. I told my mom all of this and I sounded fucking crazy and she just was basically like, "Haha, yeah, weird". I think she thinks I was making up the part about the apology.
I told all of my friends this, when I was still in Iceland, and they all reacted like my mom did. At this point, I had four days left in the country, and I kept wanting to return to the cafe/general store. But I didn't. I started to think maybe the woman thought I was someone else. But then I kept coming back to, but wait, this person was Angela. Her name, her body, her face, like I just didn't know what to do.
This brings me to two days ago, the day before yesterday, when I returned to Canada, where I live. It's eight o'clock in the morning and I'm on my way to work. In my car. Just picked up a coffee. Exhausted. Not thinking about Angela at all. Thinking about my laundry, my bills, what I'm going to make for dinner. The traffic is bad and it's a miserable day outside.
My phone dings. It's a random number. The text reads: "Hey! It's Angela! How was your trip?"
Haven't heard from her in eight years (except for our run-in in Iceland, if indeed it was one). No "how have you been??", no "I miss you!!" no "long time no talk/see!". I also hadn't posted anything about my trip on social media. Unless you were a friend of mine, you didn't know I was there.
I immediately call my mom, who follows Angela on Instagram, and ask her to look at her profile. Sure enough, Angela (not at all to my mother's surprise), is posting stories of the bachelorette party she's at in Miami. She's, like, not at all in Iceland.
I have no idea what's going on. And the way Angela/the woman spoke to me in the cafe had the cadence and softness that Angela had, and in my memory, lost, starting the morning of the skiing after the incident with Trilly and the dog. For some reason I'm fully back there in my memory now, realizing that that was the first morning of "the new Angela", the one that seemed to have no emotional memory of me at all. Like, the Iceland Angela seemed more like the "before" Angela.
I haven't replied to the text. I have no idea if it was bachelorette party Miami Angela or Iceland Angela that sent me the message, the area code is from neither Angela's hometown or Iceland.
I need advice, I have no idea what to do or who to talk to. Do I reply to the text? What do I say? I feel like the real Angela is fucking trapped in Iceland or something and has been for a long time. Or I don't even know. I have no idea what to do.

I've seen this movie ages ago but didn't remember much of it and I watched it today and I feel so broken. I relate to Charlie so much. He is so autistically coded. I was pretty much like him in high school. But the key difference here is that I didn't have some group of misfits "adopt" me and essentially "save" me. I also didn't have the supportive family. There were some teachers that marginally tried to help me, but nothing like Charlie and his English teacher had and frankly the teachers that I think tried to help me were probably just acting normal and respectful towards me and did the bare minimum. I just had the endless suffering part, the bullying, the mental health issues, being ignored, misunderstood, uncared for.... Then in my case the extreme masking, the still everyone hating me, the friends that only stick around until I can perfectly perform who they want me to be, the complete burnout and in my case chronic illness, part of which was probably triggered by constant overstimulation, zero accomodations and heavy masking. And now I'm just disabled, no capacity to work, living in extreme pain every day of my life, almost no friends, partially bc people left me when things got tough for me and also bc I have no capacity to socialize anymore. So yeah, sorry for the rant, I've just been thinking about this all day long and really needed to put it out there into the void, bc no one I know would understand or listen to me. Sometimes I think if someone just cared about me, if anyone just noticed me, maybe my life would have turned out a very different way. Maybe the domino's falling that led to what my life is now wouldn't have fallen. Maybe I would have a better life. I spent so much time being for other people who I wanted someone to be for me.

Could this be kidney stones?
Female, 40s - In pain while waiting to hear next steps from PCP. I received test results last night (see end of post), but PCP has not actually viewed them yet. Feel like I should be doing something but no idea what.
Summary of pain: Friday night felt achey gnawing pain under left ribs that radiated to left shoulder and down left arm. Assumed it was trapped gas after very heavy meal.
The pain was unchanged in the morning so took Gas-X. Eventually maxed out the recommend daily dose. Did lots of burping, but never experienced any relief of pain.
By Saturday afternoon pain was more focused under left rib cage, with flank pain and some tenderness to left of belly button. Periods of INTENSE spasms in upper left abdomen began. Felt like a squeezing and releasing in intestine but no idea what was actually happening. Painful spasms overwhelmed me with every attempt to get a good breath. The pain was SEVERE, the worst I’ve ever felt. I was screaming and begging for help during these episodes, which lasted about 5 minutes each.
This happened three times over a few hours, and each time I seriously considered calling an ambulance but didn’t because of fear of cost and that it would be determined to be “just gas.”
The underlying pain through all of this was constant. By Sunday morning I could no longer take a deep breath due to the severity of constant pain under left ribs, but the spasms didn’t return.
No appetite since Friday, but tried eating a bland meal Sunday evening. Drinking water after meal produced sudden intense pain and feeling of food moving in upper left abdomen. Thought maybe there was a blockage that was clearing. Wondering now if something was just inflamed. Pain only lasted a few seconds and was enough to make me gasp.
Bowel movements small and poorly formed throughout all this. Frequent urgent watery diarrhea started 3am Monday. I went to the doctor on Monday.
It’s now Tuesday, and I am still in terrible pain under my left ribs and into my left side. Cramping sensation with every shallow breath. Sneezing feels like something is tearing. I can’t even complete the sneeze without shouting from the pain. I can’t get a deep breath or cough without triggering sharp pain.
Experiencing occasional involuntary gasps, much like when you take shaky breaths while crying.
Blood oxygen is normal.
Possibly relevant: Two days before this began, I felt intense pulling and cramping in bladder. This came and went along with frequent urination (which exacerbated pain) for a few hours and then it was gone.
No fever. No vomiting. No history of health anxiety or emetephobia, but if I were to need to vomit at this point, I don’t know how I could with current pain level and the way it intensifies with deep breath or exertion. I am frightened.
Summary of doctor’s visit and tests:
Saw primary care doctor yesterday for physical exam. They ordered a urine test, upper left abdominal x-ray, and left lung x-ray.
Results:
ABDOMEN RADIOGRAPHY CLINICAL HISTORY: Acute onset LUQ pain 5/10, still persistant with loose stools, but no fever or vomiting. TECHNIQUE: 1 view. FINDINGS: Bowel Gas Pattern: Within normal limits. No dilated loops.
CHEST RADIOGRAPHY CLINICAL HISTORY: LUQ pain and decreased breath sounds at L lung base Left upper quadrant pain Other abnormalities of breathing. TECHNIQUE: 2 views. FINDINGS: Lungs/Pleura: Minimal left basilar parenchymal opacity. No pneumothorax or significant effusion. Mediastinum: Heart and mediastinal contours are unremarkable.
Urine (Urine, Clean Catch)
Color value: orange Clarity value: turbid pH: 5.5 Specific gravity: 1.019 Protein value: trace Blood value: 2+ Red blood cells value: 3-5 Bacteria value: few Mucus value: 2+ Amorphous crystals value: 2

Okay, so I think y'all are gonna need some context first. I (15M, a few months away from turning 16) have a brother (18M), let's call him Greg (obviously NOT his real name). 2 years ago, I accidentally saw Greg's twitter profile and questioned the fact that his pronouns were She/her, which unsurprisingly puzzled me as I had no idea why. After a quick conversation on discord, as to not raise hell from my parents (now 52M and 53F), he confessed to feeling like he wanted to be a woman. Now bear in mind, I respected it and didn't give two craps, I was never too close with my family (nothing extreme though) and couldn't care less. I think it was a few weeks later, 1 or 2 i think, my mother found out. I do believe he told her himself, maybe knowing she wasn't gonna be the first to realize what was going on. And here's where crap hit the fan, you could say, as it started a living hell.
Something people might not know about my parents is, they are VERY stubborn on their ways (a.k.a. their old-as-heck mindset), and my mother didn't exactly like the idea that my brother was trans (oh yeah, he later admitted that same day that he liked both genders, but nobody cared about it as much, Greg included). My mother did ask for my opinion but I said "I dont care what Greg does with his life, it means nothing to me. As long as you stay out of my way, I'm fine with whatever happens. Though, I do kinda get where he's coming from, I wont intervene", and proceeded to leave to my room as it truly meant nothing.
Or so I thought, because a few months later, Greg was bold enough to come to me, clearly stating he wanted me to give him my old phone (an old Alcatel that could barely use WhatsApp and didn't even have a touchscreen, that was my first phone before my actual iPhone 6s I got from backmarket). He intended to sell his iPhone 7 for money to get himself private health care (in my country, public health care IS free but my parents were in control), obviously behind my parents' backs, and he also tried selling me his laptop (which did just recently get passed down to me but for free AND better reasons) with a BROKEN BATTERY for $200. Guys, the damn battery fix costs, and Greg told me that himself, ANOTHER 50 DOLLARS. All I could think was "Is this moron effing joking?", but no he was not and he insisted, but he went back empty-handed and I had a cool threat under my belt in case I needed it. I thought of it like that mainly because of how paranoid I am, and I always like to prepare for the worst case scenario.
Coincidentally, that came like a month later when I was summoned to an exceptionally rare (and awkward ngl) family meeting discussing Greg's feelings and, after a year of me finding out, revealed the truth to my father. As a backup plan, I picked up the Alcatel and stuff it into my pocket just in case (and that, everyone, is why you need to have pockets in your clothes at all times). Sure, I didn't use it, but I was ready to. My father was pretty much mortified at the revelation. And while my father is a great manipulator and always says thing with the intent to trick Greg and me, I did empathize with him a fair bit, honestly.
After this day, we entered what I will call the Horror Year, filled with constant arguing between parents and Greg, and them venting it all out on me. Now before you comment how "you could've done the same", no I could not, my one and only best friend deserves WAY better than getting even slightly involved in this BS. So I ended up holding everything to myself, seeing how my brother cried and my parents yelled at him or even hit him on one occasion (boy was that loud, I heard that with my headphones on but thankfully wasnt a strong swing) and hearing them all vent their crap on ME, my brother telling me how "my parents should un-alive", or "how they suck and wont help me recover my mental health and study what I want" (he wants to get into gamedev in Japan) or even how "they'd rather buy me a car before helping me achieve my dreams" (both cost around the same according to Greg and his internet research bs), and hearing my parents say how "you both can do whatever you want here in your country better than abroad" (most likely false especially in gamedev, by the way) or how "he's just throwing a tantrum" and that "he's just an inexperienced brat who has no idea about life and how hard real life is". They are also the kinda parents that never understood things like us appreciating our videogame save files and considering games something more than a "just for a little bit of time" kinda hobby. That is especially true for me. They even say that nothing in my house is mine, but rather that all of it is THEIRS and THEY are letting us BORROW our computers and stuff, coz THEY paid for it so THEY own it and THEY should be able to use our computers (especially mine apparently) anytime they want it with or without our consent or knowledge. of course they cant as my user has a huge password LOL. But yeah, you get the idea of just how everyone here acts.
To be frank with y'all, I'm starting to lose it. A few days ago, my brother went to an appointment with the doctor to get his treatment and was told there were health risks (very low according to Greg, decently important according to my parents) and to also attend a psychologist (he cried cuz of all that, like LEGIT crying). Actually that all happened yesterday as of writing. Now, I'm losing my patience and told my mother to "not be surprised if one day my mind shuts down and I hurt someone here, coz I just might if you a**holes dont effing stop this BS". I seriously might just blow up, and I think my wooden katana I have for martial arts classes wont like it too much when I do blow up. Not only am I scared that my family dividing might affect me, but I also resent them all for making me suffer in a broken home, all by myself with NOONE to trust. I have the power to try and manipulate the situation a little bit but I dont know how. Cn anyone help me?
P.S.: I told my parents I wanted them to let Greg do it before his appointment with the doctor, mainly coz I want him to learn the hard way if he ends up regretting his choice just the same way I learnt from my own mistakes. Still dont care about his or my parent's feelings though.
TL;DR: My trans brother is causing hell in my family and they all vent on ME, now I'm stuck in a very annoying situation. What do I do now?

Okay, so I got my depo shot yesterday and I won’t lie, I am terrified. I have had bad experiences with birth control pills (blood clots the size of my palm, throwing up constantly, dizziness, periods every 2 weeks.) and my gynecologist recommended either pills or depo birth control and even tho I am extremely nervous, I said the shot only because my bad experiences. I just found out I have PCOS which explains my terrible periods which has caused me to have severe chronic anemia. The gynecologist said at first I would be even heavier but wanted to eventually stop my periods all together to get my blood count back to normal. I just never hear about any positive experiences with depo and was hoping to hear some. I know everybody is different but I just really have bad anxiety and hoping everything goes well.

Throway acct. I (40m) had an encounter with someone on 4/30, kiss and oral sex. 2-3 days ago I started feeling tingling to my lips. It felt pronounced and tender, as well as a bit of a sore throat. I started researching and symptoms match up...started freaking out a but. Still am, anxiety is through the roof. As I looked up treatment I also reached out to Dr to make appt. Soonest is a week out. They also seem lacking knowledge on contraction as what I was advised doesn't line up with most of what I've read. Primarily that you cant contract unless the person had an active OB. They did not. I have access to Famciclovir and dosed 750mg twice that first day and now 500mg twice a day. I'm on day two. The tingling has subsided but I'm pretty sure I see small pimples coming on both sides of my lips although very small. Honestly hard to notice unless you close up and point them out. Hell, I sometimes have a hard time seeing and it only gives me hope.
Ive also been feeling the tingling in the genital/scrotum to anus area. Nothing noted on there but I cant deny that feeling comes and goes. I cant get confirmation for at least another week if not longer. The antivirals surpress possible results and this is fairly early to test no? and this is the first OB I've ever experienced (although pending confirm but symptoms match up). I'm avoiding kissing/sex with my partner and am holding onto dear life that I'm wrong but its seems fairly evident I'm not. I guess Im just waiting for confirmation to break the news? Once I do I know I lose them. No question. my partner and I had sex/oral on 5/2. I don't know what Id do with myself if I passed this on to them, and If I didn't it seems now its inevitable if they were to stay. Besides the extreme level of constant stress, Im scheduled for a surgery tomorrow, minor but involves general anesthesia. I read that triggers and I guess im just waiting to see if that flares and fully confirms for me? Im a mess internally right now. This was the best person to ever happen to me. I know what Im about to lose. Im so ashamed and dissapointed.
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TL;DR normally pee 20-40 times a day, can barely get anything out now. Have bladder wall thickening and bladder cyst consistent with urachal remnant.
Hi
25F 130lbs 5’10” no tobacco, MMJ user, Dx bladder partially cystic mural nodularity on the anterior midline, Dx 3mm kidney stone, history of cervical precancer (CIN 3), Rx’d cyclonenzaprine, oxycodone as needed, and protonix.
A few days ago I urinated between 30 and 40 times. This is pretty normal for me. I normally have trouble urinating for about 5-10 minutes and then a normal length (but weak) stream comes out, and I spend a while getting the last drops out. Maybe a 25 minute total bathroom visit at most. I spend a lot of time on the toilet.
Yesterday morning around 9am until noon I sat on the toilet without getting a single drop out, then managed to get out a small stream and took a nap because I’d been up all night feeling like my bladder is gonna burst. Throughout the day I had a few very short streams, and was drinking water (at least half a gallon, maybe more). I stopped peeing around 10 and laid flat in bed trying to take shallow breaths to not put pressure on my bladder and had a few more unsuccessful or two-drop visits to the toilet. Fell asleep around 5am and woke up at 7, continued to really struggle with pain and finally gave into a hydrocodone I had from a while back and that didn’t work. I had already tried pyridium at this point and given it a while, but it didn’t help. I gave the hydro two hours, still no relief and no urine. Finally caved to 5mg of oxycodone because I’m broke and can’t afford copays and desperate to get to work. That didn’t work either. Still only a couple drops or complete inability to urinate. It’s like my brain stopped talking to my bladder.
So I finally called my urologist office saying this isn’t normal for me to have this happen for this long and they were shocked as to why I wasn’t at the hospital with a catheter already. I feel fine other than my insane bladder pressure and sharp pain. My urologist is out of the office but previously told me only to present to the hospital if I test positive on a drugstore UTI test strip. I don’t have money for that so I can’t check. I have $0 to my name and I’m thousands in debt from only being able to work less than 50 days this year due to my bladder. Is the urology office right that this is an emergency and I need a catheter? Or could this just be from the bladder wall thickening?
Every time I go to the hospital they tell me they have no idea how to help me and have never seen bladder wall thickening like this before and the last doc who was the top ER doctor there literally said he’s never seen what I show on CT and I’m discharged within an hour and referred back to my urologist, so I have little hope of anything going right.
I have a cystoscopy scheduled next week. I really can’t wait it out with a higher dose of pain meds? I’m constantly treated like I’m overreacting when I go to the ER and I will be humiliated if it happens again.
Thank you soooo much if you read this far. Any advice appreciated.

For the past 2 months I've experienced synthetic "tinnitus", tingling, random feelings of heat amongst other symptoms
After learning about havana syndrome I bought an electromagnetic smog meter and the readings are constantly "extreme anamoly"
https://imgur.com/gallery/HIW9ZAI

As a guy making 70k in Manhattan and doing fine, I just can’t wrap my head around the constant posts and articles that say things like “150k a year is now lower middle class”.
Am I just out of touch with the rest of reality? Am I living a disgustingly sad life and just not noticing? I go out, I eat what I want, I contribute to my 401k, I travel… Where is everyone else’s money going? Granted, I’m lucky as hell and have a rent controlled place, but a year ago I was making 55k and still lived in a spacious, accessible spot with roommates. The roommates were the only concession I had to make, but like… that’s living in a city in your 20s. I never anticipated not having them, even as a child imaging my early adulthood.
Can someone please explain how anything sub-150k is considered piss poor when I make less than half that and am extremely comfortable?

I really like the down on her luck but still cheery fmcs. For example- Fenella from {His Forsaken Bride by Alice Coldbreath} would be the best definition of this as life keeps throwing shit at her continuously but she’s still trying her best while being both extremely frazzled and clueless. Also, the Fmc in {My Killer Vacation by Tesaa Bailey} was also this! Distilled sunshine fmc getting roped into a murder mystery.
But what I liked about both the fmcs was that they knew when to make themselves scarce. If the mmc constantly gave the indication that he didn’t want her in his life, they made themselves scarce. I do not want an fmc with no selfrespect. I’m sorry I just read {Tinderbox by Rachel Grant} and the fmc just got on my nerves so much.
20+ MCs and no mafia poly or bully romance! Any genre is fine!

~My manager has been bullying me and caused me extreme anxiety and stress and struggling to find a new job. Mentally, I can’t do it anymore shaking in tears. What else can I do to get out of this situation?~

He is a very lazy manager, doesn’t care about his team, and likes giving people a hard time. You don’t hear from him unless you did something wrong. There is no hi and nothing but simply what you did wrong so no one wants to hear from him. Micromanaging might be the word to describe him but I think he uses mostly the fear tactic. Some trends were pointing out that he picks on mostly women by putting them in fear of their job security. Those women also fear to say anything to report it. He also keeps don't fire people who has really poor ethics because he likes them. He doesn't care about the people working under him or care about their anniversary dates or birthdays.
This was what happened to me:
A day before I left for my vacation, my manager told me I am doing poorly. I wasn’t completing things way “before” due dates, and even though I am working hard putting in the hours, the data is only showing that I slack off working only 30% of the time. Everyone knows there is something very inaccurate of how the data is calculated since during busy times, it only shows we are working 40% of the time. I was having low quality rate. I was told if I don’t improve, he would revoke a work privilege for me which the company offers as a benefit. I was pretty annoyed at that time because he told me all this right before I log off for my vacation. During my vacation, I tried but I couldn’t relax or fully enjoy it because I was worried about my job.
I started to complete things at least a week before it was due. I had a huge improvement with work quality where even others noticed. The manager had another one-on-one with me and not a word of appreciation or thank you, and knit-picking to tell me I was still doing mediocre. In fact, I had others sharing with me their monthly report and I was doing better than half the people. Even the team lead sent an e-mail saying I was doing a great job and just forgot to update a file (which everyone does). My manager was just picking on me that how can I forget to update a file.
Even though I work from home, I get super anxious just logging onto the work laptop after the weekend. It has been now really hard for me to focus at work because I’m just worried about making any error. I shake and I panic. I’m so done and mentally not worth it for me. My stomach has been getting upset constantly for the last 2 months. There were times where I took a day off and it was approved by the team lead. My manager sent me messages unaware I took the day off, asking me how come I was off on that day, and that he doesn’t get it, and why I missed this meeting. Or sometimes, the link won’t open up for the daily brief meeting (that last for 2 minutes), and I missed it, but I missed nothing from the meeting, he would call me out for missing it. I broke down and cried because the link won't open and I knew he would call me out. He himself misses the meeting multiple times a week and I noticed he had no other meetings.
I had applied for like 20+ jobs but no response and the job market has been pretty bad. I have a few friends who got layoff and a friend who can’t for almost a year.
What can I do at the mean time? I heard talking to HR doesn’t do it. I also have screenshots of his messages that was sent to me and e-mails where he threatened to take away my job privilege. Can going on disability and looking for a new job be an option?

My 16 year old brother died in 2022 due to fentanyl poisoning. My mom found him in his bed. Before his death, he struggled with drug use. My mom caught him smoking weed at 14 or so, and instead of keeping a closer eye on him so he didn’t do drugs, she allowed him to do weed at 14-15 under the excuse “I’d rather him do it here at my house where he is safe than out somewhere else”. She even let her boyfriend sell weed to him at his young age.
This escalated into my brother always having his 13-15 year old friends over and them all doing weed in his room. Shortly after, at age 15, my brother started taking and selling psilocybin mushrooms. And of course shortly after the shroom sales began, he started doing party drugs with all his friends like ecstasy, “percs” aka fentanyl, Xanax, and potentially more. When my mom found out, she drew the line and said he cant do pills or hard drugs, but she would allow the marijuana and mushrooms as a “compromise”.
Horrible parenting in my opinion. Letting a 14-15 year old boy do any sort of drugs is irresponsible and undoubtedly contributed to my brother getting into pills, and developing a pill addiction to fentanyl that killed him. My mom did take measures to make sure he didn’t do pills, such as sending him away to rehab for 5 weeks before his 16th bday. When he came back, she was drug testing him but still allowing him to do weed and mushrooms.
After his death we learned from his friends he was putting bleach in his urine in the drug tests and was still doing pills. My mom never checked his room or took measures to ensure pills weren’t around. This was in June and he died in August when my mom didn’t think he was doing pills still. But she also wasn’t keeping an eye on him either. she was taking the clean drug tests at face value and didn’t supervise to make sure he wasn’t still selling and taking pills when he was doing both.
The police also found a handgun in his dresser and a bunch of pills on his nightstand the day he died. That’s how little my mom supervised my 16 year old brother with a history of dealing drugs and taking drugs. Now that it’s been almost 2 years since his death I cant help but resent my mother for not doing more. All she posts on social media is quotes about how much she wish she could have saved him and how much she grieves her son. And it’s honestly upsetting for me to see these posts constantly when I feel she could have done so much more and actually parented him instead of allowing drug use, and trusting him when he lied to her so many times about his drug use.

Sorry if this isn’t the appropriate community to post this in.
My 16 year old brother died in 2022 due to fentanyl poisoning. My mom found him in his bed. Before his death, he struggled with drug use. My mom caught him smoking weed at 14 or so, and instead of keeping a closer eye on him so he didn’t do drugs, she allowed him to do weed at 14-15 under the excuse “I’d rather him do it here at my house where he is safe than out somewhere else”. She even let her boyfriend sell weed to him at his young age. This escalated into my brother always having his 13-15 year old friends over and them all doing weed in his room. Shortly after, at age 15, my brother started taking and selling psilocybin mushrooms. And of course shortly after the shroom sales began, he started doing party drugs with all his friends like ecstasy, “percs” aka fentanyl, Xanax, and potentially more. When my mom found out, she drew the line and said he cant do pills or hard drugs, but she would allow the marijuana and mushrooms as a “compromise”. Horrible parenting in my opinion. Letting a 14-15 year old boy do any sort of drugs is irresponsible and undoubtedly contributed to my brother getting into pills, and developing a pill addiction to fentanyl that killed him. My mom did take measures to make sure he didn’t do pills, such as sending him away to rehab for 5 weeks before his 16th bday. When he came back, she was drug testing him but still allowing him to do weed and mushrooms. After his death we learned from his friends he was putting bleach in his urine in the drug tests and was still doing pills. My mom never checked his room or took measures to ensure pills weren’t around. This was in June and he died in August when my mom didn’t think he wasn’t doing pills still. But she also wasn’t keeping an eye on him either. she was taking the clean drug tests at face value and didn’t supervise to make sure he wasn’t still selling and taking pills when he was doing both. The police also found a handgun in his dresser and a bunch of pills on his nightstand the day he died. That’s how little my mom supervised my 16 year old brother with a history of dealing drugs and taking drugs. Now that it’s been almost 2 years since his death I cant help but resent my mother for not doing more. All she posts on social media is quotes about how much she wish she could have saved him and how much she grieves her son. That’s how little my mom supervised my 16 year old brother with a history of dealing drugs and taking drugs. Now that it’s been almost 2 years since his death I cant help but resent my mother for not doing more. All she posts about is how much she wishes she could save him, and only posts quotes about losing a son. And it’s honestly upsetting for me to see these posts constantly when I feel she could have done so much more and actually parented him instead of trusting him when he lied to her so many times about his drug use.