Apartment rental spring marketing idea

I applied to an apartment a week ago and it was taken off the market when i paid the application fee and the leasing agent said no one else could apply while i was under the process of being approved. I have no reason to be denied because I have good credit, income and history. However should I be worried that it has taken a week and still havent heard anything? Whats the longest time you have waited to get approved?

Budget under $5.5k and 2-3 bedrooms. So far ive looked at Embankment House, Dvora, Cast Iron Lofts, and a few others but it’s hard to tell just by looking at pics what is good and what isn’t. Would love to hear from other families who love their buildings!

Does anyone know of any sources I could research to get a more data-based idea of the way vacation rentals have impacted Anchorage? Personally, it’s wildly frustrating as a young person with ambitions (delusions? lol) of being a homeowner to see so many properties being used exclusively as short-term vacation rentals. Airbnb seems to have a large effect on the housing market up here, but I’d like to have data to prove/disprove that claim.
I’d also be interested to know if there is already public discourse on the topic. Where can I find more info? Are there ways I can get involved?
I’d also love to hear other opinions and insights. Do y’all think Airbnb is a problem? Do you think it should be regulated in any way? Should there be investor limitations on buying single-family residences? Have you heard of regulations in other places that could benefit Anchorage? Would it be best to just leave it alone and let people do what they want? Again, I don’t have a strong opinion in any way, I’m just trying to be better-informed! Thanks!!

I'm trying to plan a vacation to France in 2025 to see at least one stage of the Tour de France. My wife and I are planning a 2 week trip in the 2nd half of July and our grand plan is to rent a gite/airbnb/vrbo in the countryside but close to cities and towns we could visit. My wife and I have been to France several times for long vacations but will be going with a couple who will be in France for the 1st time. We will rent a car for getting around from place to place. My quandary is trying to figure out the "best" location so that some mountain stage is accessible within a 1-2 hour drive. I want to get a jump on the location so I can lock in a good rental house before they are all booked. I know the full 2025 route will probably be published in October but I'm worried the best rentals will be gone quickly.
I'm leaning towards the Occitanie region because of its proximity to the Pyrenees and major cities like Toulouse, Carcassonne, etc. We would also do some sightseeing and don't want to be too isolated.
Is this an insane idea? I'm stuck trying to find the Goldilocks location of countryside, view of mountains, close to town or city (food, shopping, etc), and 1-2 hr driving distance to some location for a yet-undisclosed Tour stage.
Please help.

Hey yall! I’m heading from Montreal back to the US (nyc) and I’m trying to figure out the best way to move all my belongings. I moved to Montreal with two suitcases on a flight, but I now have a larger load to bring back with me. I won’t be bringing any large items like furniture with me, but rather lots of luggage and boxes.
My original idea was to rent a car and drive across the border but I’m having a hard time figuring out how to do that and get it done in a cost effective way. I know airport car rentals offer cars that you can drive across the border, but as I’ve never done that before, I’m having a hard time navigating that process. Does anyone have experience with this and can help me figure out the best way to go about it?
I also have been looking into shipping boxes and luggage to New York, either by post or with a moving service, but I’m unsure which is better since I will only be moving a few boxes.
For context, I’m in my early 20s, don’t have an extensive budget and am trying to pinch pennies where I can while also making sure my belongings (and my mind) arrive in nyc safely.
This is my first time moving on my own, and really appreciate any tips or advice!
Thank you!

I am going to be doing a summer internship in Huntsville from the beginning of June to the end of July and need to figure out my transportation situation for those 2 months. Based on what I’ve read so far, Huntsville isn’t that walkable and you would need a car to get around. An option I can think of right now would be UbeLyft but I imagine that would get quite expensive to do everyday.
Does anybody have ideas on managing transportation for 2 months as an intern in Huntsville? Also, I’m 21F, so car rental might be hard to do atm.
I’d appreciate any help, thanks!

In September 2022 my wife and I moved into a rental house after unsuccessfully attempting to purchase a house. The issue was some bad credit history on my part, missed mortgage payments in 2018, and after I sold my mobile home was told in 2 years I’d be free and clear of it and should be able to buy a home no problem. I sold my mobile home at a pretty big loss and my savings was essentially wiped out.
Before moving into this place we had actually seen it on the market but they were unable to sell it at the time and decided to rent it out. Before this, they had tenants who left for unknown reasons. Maybe because the landlords were trying to sell it, I don’t know.
After maybe 4-5 months of living in the home, which we really like, they came to us and asked us if we wanted to buy the place. After some thinking we agreed, but explained my situation to them. That in September 2024 we will be in a much better place and my bad credit history should be far enough behind me. They accepted this and all was good.
Maybe 6 months after that they bugged us again about it, and again we had to explain our situation. That we absolutely wanted to buy the home but we needed time to save up for a down payment and wait out bad credit history. Again they agreed.
In March they asked again, this time wondering if maybe we could assume the mortgage, if that was even a thing. Reluctantly I agreed to look into it only to discover that’s not really a thing anymore. During all this they got the impression we were ready to start the purchase process and I once again had to explain to the husband why it wasn’t possible at the moment and we need to wait at least until this summer.
Which brings me to today. The wife hit my wife up asking if we could move on it ASAP because they’re selling their home and want to retire and move to their lake lot. Like I give a fuck?
So now, with our anxiety at an all time high, we have started the home buying process. We have almost enough for 5% down but I’ll have to borrow a bit from my parents.
Throughout this whole thing there has been an underlying fear that they would just try to sell the house from under us.
So… am I overreacting for thinking these people are fucking impatient greedy assholes who just need to chill the fuck out and leave us alone for a couple more months? I’ve already been moving to get the house bought but I’m just so fucking mad about it all. I wanted to do this on our own terms in our own time. My wife is just happy to be getting our home finally and I know I should be happy too but I just can’t.

I AM NOT THE OOP
OOP is u/Alternative_Bat5026 posting in EntitledPeople
1 update - Medium
Original - May 10, 2024
Update - May 11, 2024
[Posting note: Slight grammar editing for readability]
Pill Poacher. What do I do now???
I've commented on a few posts, but this is my 1st actual post. Canadian 53F
Hold on for a long ride.
I've had arthritis since I was a teenager. I tried not to take painkillers early on, as I know it can be a vicious cycle of having to increase the dosage all the time. However, I've gotten to the point of no choice anymore. The pain makes me cry when I wake up and that's with the ever-increasing dosages. I've had 3 joint replacement surgeries (L Hip, R Knee & R Shoulder) and require the other 3 surgeries, not to mention, my spine is full of arthritis and degenerating discs. So my pain meds are very necessary.
A little more background (Sorry).
So I live in a basement apartment (I have a chairlift). Last year, I had new neighbours move in. They seemed like a nice couple and offered to help me out when I needed it. I was paying them to help clean and such, but I stopped when I found I was paying for them and not much was getting done. Not to mention that they owe me money they borrowed (I know, I'm stupid) and their half of cable (for the last year!!!). Oh and I'm letting them drive my car right now, because I can't yet and I didn't want it sitting. I know, I know.
So in February, I noticed that I was missing pain meds, a lot of pain meds. I was lucky my Dr was understanding, but I still got shorted about 10 days out of 60 days, as I had a 2-month supply. I couldn't accuse anyone, because I couldn't prove it and maybe I did make a mistake (but I was sure I was right). Anywho, that made me have to go through a total reverse shoulder replacement surgery without my proper meds (not a happy camper).
On to the other day. I was supposed to have an appointment with my physiotherapist and I guess I messed up the date and asked if my neighbours would pick me up. I got home and I noticed my pill bottle wasn't how I left it and there was a pill on the floor. I lost it. I called them and said I want them back. They didn't even deny it, just put the little bag they filled and said, "Sorry, I hurt my back". I said, "First if you did hurt yourself changing my sheets --I have a really hard time and they are using my car-- you could have at least asked". Then I looked around and realized they still had a lot more of my pills. So I said "The rest or my keys back". They gave me another handful, but I know they have more.
I'm sorry, but where do you get off, stealing someone's medication? I'm sooooo beyond pissed, but worse I'm hurt at this entitlement. I've done so much for them, to be treated like this.
What do I do now???
Edit: I think I fixed the formatting. Sorry about the mix-up.
[Relevant Comments]
CantBelieveThisIsTru:
Get your keys back, or better yet change the locks because pill thieves don’t stop….they just keep on. And I would get some type of cabinet that locks!
Did you ask them: “Why didn’t you go see your doctor and get your own pain meds?”
The answer is probably that they don’t really need them, but are taking them because they are pill heads. Some people will take anything, which is why there are people who OD after buying a pill off someone, and they don’t even know what’s really in it. They may also be selling your meds, and that could get you in trouble for not keeping them out of their ability to access them.
Also, you really need to file a police report, just in case someone gets sick taking your meds. They can just as easily say: “OP GAVE ME THESE MEDS! And since you never reported the theft, you could go to jail.
Charybdes:
I'm guessing they're all this person feels she has. If she is truly in the state she describes and has no one to help, she's kinda stuck...Getting old can be pretty scary.

OP: Thank you. Yes, I am stuck. I moved to take care of my Mother. Unfortunately, my health declined rapidly after she died. I now rent the basement of her old house from the new owner. By the time everything was settled from her estate, I was left here alone and the only person I have is my sick daughter 3 hours away.

OP:
Ok, well I know I got a lot of flack. Yes, I did report it to the Dr and the pharmacy, but without proof, I didn't want to involve the police. Plus I want my money back! If they're in jail, they can't work. I've already told them, that they start paying their 1/2 of cable or I'm cancelling it. They have access because this was a house, divided into 2 apartments. So if I want cable, they get it too. I'll have to figure something else out. Also, I have a door with a latch, but it's remained unlocked because I did say they were helping me. It's very hard and very expensive to get someone in to just change my sheets. I'm trapped because if I cut them off, I'm stuck.
No, I can't afford to move, even though I'd like to move closer to my daughter, who was just diagnosed with MDS which is a form of blood cancer and needs a transplant sometime later this year or early next year.
I have some hard decisions to make. It's just fueled my depression more.
I find I always attract these kinds of people. I'm too caring and too trusting.
Yes. I have hidden my meds a keep them with me when I go out.
Update:
***Update: Pill Poacher**\*
Well if you've been following the adventure, I had my confrontation a few minutes ago.
I'm a heartless old bitch for asking for my cable boxes back as well as my car keys.
Ok, so here's what happened: I got a phone call from my neighbour, stating they were at Subway and did I want a sub on them. At first, I said yes, but then what I wanted wasn't available, and between the call of: "Would you like a sub", and the second call: "They don't have that, do you want something else?"...it clicked, that they were driving my car, which they were only going to use to take their kid to school. I said, "No, nothing thanks". My daughter was on the other line and said, "Get your keys back now".
I waited until they got home and then I texted, "I assume you're in my car, I want my door latched and my keys back". Well the door wouldn't latch, but the landlord's coming tomorrow. I got my keys back. I had asked the husband to latch the door and he said "Oh, now you want help from me". I said "Yes, because I don't want you to be able to come down." Of course, it wouldn't latch, but the snarky comment pissed me off.
So this is where I got nasty and said "I want my cable boxes and wifi and phone back". I got, "But we were splitting it". I said, "Splitting it means both parties pay". Now I'm the monster that took wifi away from his kid.
Now the guilt trip..."All the things we've done for you for free". I said "Free??? With the $2700 I'm going to have to eat and everything you stole, plus what, car rental...how is this FREE???
Anyway, the landlord is coming tomorrow to sort things out and fix my door. And he's selling at the end of the month. He's recommending me to the new owners. Hopefully, I won't have to move, because I can't afford it.
Thank you everyone for all your comments and advice. I'm shaking right now and the future looks scary. I'm broke and was counting on him finally paying me back. With my daughter being so sick, it really sucks right now. I'd love to move back home to be there for her now. Does anybody know where to post a GoFundMe campaign for a cancer patient in need?
Stressed to the core now, been up since 3 am after a 2-hour sleep. I wish this would just go away.
Thanks and take care. Will update if necessary.
[Relevant Comments]
Murky_Tale_1603:
...Also, if your door isn't locking properly, it might be a good idea to block it with a chair, or something that you can move easily in case of emergency, but still maintain your safety until the landlord is able to fix.

OP: It opens into their apartment, so all they have to do is pull. I have my cane if needed. My landlord is a cop, so I'm going to let that play out.

REMINDER: I AM NOT THE ORIGINAL POSTER. DO NOT HARASS THE ORIGINAL POSTER OR COMMENT ON THE ORIGINAL POST.

How do I deal with a difficult work situation
I was hired on to a company after 5 months of being unemployed (I was laid off). I absolutely loved my previous role but I lacked work experience in a difficult market. I started interviewing at my current place of work for a different role that I was excited about but was passed on but they recommended me for a different role within the company. I was hired for the new role. I was so excited and eager to get started. I am a hard worker and was excited to pick back up on my career although it was a little different than what I was doing. Getting started I didn’t really get a ton of training and was asked to send an email my first 2 weeks of work and I CC’d the wrong person on it. My boss lost it on me and had me written up. I tried not to let it get me down and move forward but my boss has not moved forward. She constantly berates me for getting anything not right or ask questions. I ask her what I have done wrong but she just states she will do it herself because I am “wasting her time”. I am only 2 months into this job and am belittled daily about how I am not adequate. She calls me and literally yells at me. I try to explain to her that I am still trying to learn. She has no interest in training me or helping me succeed. I cry in the bathroom stall at work, I can’t sleep, I barely eat I’m so anxious. I genuinely feel like she wants me fired. I really don’t want to quit this job. Is it a bad idea to go to her manager and tell her what is going on? What can I do?

ULPT
LONG, sad story, but 45 year old half sibling has never had a job in her life and is a narcissistic sociopath who mentally and emotionally started abusing my already abused mother at 12 and basically for decades had her lying to everyone and funneling assets to her live a high lifestyle for decades to the sum of well over $10 k a month. Lost a nice house with apartments worth millions, took my father's house out of a trust for me and my siblings and sold it--both were paid off. Mother basically on puppet strings and decades of trying to save her didn't work. Alienated everyone. About five years ago half sibling had to take her in with her when she lost the houses to keep the pensions coming to her and refused to let anyone see her. We finally found mom in a hospital on Xmas with a broken hip sibling has had her walking on for a month, and she's been in six times since for respiratory issues, once intubated--sibling has refused to allow her any vaccines, including covid, having gotten POA and medical documents fraudulently signed over with her dementia. Mom cannot remember anything a few minutes ago, an hour, a day, a month, years ago, which is sort of a blessing. All she can do is repeat what sibling says. The other siblings have been trying to help mom and give her a decent end to her life at 87 and some communication with family and people she knows. (She's been completely isolated.) She says she wants it, and is so much happier in the hospital because she has interaction with people. NIGHTMARE finances where "they" sold house and didn't pay capital gains, no taxes filed for years, maxed out credit cards with only minimum payments, again. We TRIED to work with psycho to fix this, but as soon as she doesn't get to have all of the money and you 100% bow down to her, she cuts everyone out. She has 100% control of mom's phone, who can't really use it on her own.
My brother had a tracker on the phone so we were able to see what was going on, like her taking my mom out for hours and hours at night going to stores, eating out, and going shopping, leaving mom in the car late at night--she admitted to that. That's how we found out that "they" had moved to an apartment and where, because the house "they" bought they couldn't afford to keep up on, even with them selling my father's house and my mom's $6700 month pension. We were trying to set it up to bring them both back to where my mom used to live, where most of us and all of her friends are (and psycho took her hours away to isolate her) to a nice place for both of them, where we can help with care, get good medical care, etc, and psycho went psycho and cut off all contact. In last week long hospital stay where my sister found her and psycho never told anyone about, my mom was all great and happy with everyone visiting for mother's day and made plans. So psycho berated her and made her tell everyone she never wanted to see anyone because we want psycho in jail and refused any contact since
All true, and reality is far worse. We have tried EVERYTHING and EVERY source. No one cares. Many, many, many APS calls from us and hospital social workers, multiple police welfare checks, all kinds of social services, state elected officials and everything else. Really, all we can do is break in, take my mom and all her stuff and leave, which isn't going to happen. But from experience, no one would care.
So, since we have really tried and mom will die soon from this experience, what can I do to make miserable psycho even more psycho and let the world know? I know the apartment complex, but not a number. The phone and tracker have been disabled. I was thinking of calling the IRS and FTB to facilitate even more that fraud they are going after my "mom" for and letting them know psycho is controlling all of this. I know my mom's credit union (I had to change my whole account because I've had it since I was 15 and my mom's name was still associated with it--my brother and sister have already had accounts seised by the IRS that had her name on it) and was thinking of trying to let them know about the fraud. I'm pretty sure the maxed out credit cards are from there and Discover. Any ideas?

What if for FC 25 EA made it so that every single base icon in the game was available as an sbc at the beginning of the year and they’d be available year round, but at a very inflated price?
Let’s say Zidane is your favorite player of all time and he’s 7 mil worth in fodder through an sbc. Instead of gambling on icon sbcs at a very low chance at getting him, or learning how to trade up to the 3/4 mil that it costs to buy him from the market, you can put all of your untradable fodder into crafting him over a long period of time. I personally think it’s a great idea, but would like your thoughts. Deciding how much exactly they would cost to craft seems like the one big hurdle that EA would have with this idea imo

i want to leave this country (tunisia)
n7eb n9adem b rou7i w neb3ed ala nes li dayra biya andi bac sne 3omri 18 w skilled fel IT (web pentest, web dev, digital marketing ... ) any idea kifech najem nokhroj ?

I see all these posts about ppl not knowing how to strategize media channels for campaigns. That’s like the fundamental aspect to marketing; what do you think marketing is??? Why do you even want to do marketing if you don’t even have an idea of how to strategize or set goals and objectives? No shit you’re gna get fired and have a hard time finding another job if you don’t know how to measure and report results on a predetermined goal that supports the overall business plan.
I used to feel like an imposter in my marketing role but honestly this sub makes me realize that at 25, the $15k I’ve earned in raises and my promotion over the last 6 months is def justified—more than just what the new job title brings.

I have two reddit accounts, so if these stories are familiar, that's why. Someone commented that one of these sounds like abuse from my Christian parent to me. So I've compiled all most of them here. (Most of them are to do with Christianity, the hypocrisy of Christianity, or the consequences of my choice to leave it.) Please be honest but also recognize that this isn't all the times sometimes these are amazing people and I love these people but for my sake I need to know if it's really that bad.
"I'm rather young. My mom (42F) and my dad (41M) both grew up in the church. My grandfather is the pastor of his own church and my mother was raised by her grandmother who played piano in the church. Growing up I'd say I was the perfect little Christian girl. I liked praying and went to church, I wanted to help the world, and I wanted to be baptized before I even started kindergarten. I remember that vividly. I was sitting in the kitchen in one of our folding chairs because we couldn't afford real ones and I was begging my mom to let me get baptized.
My family and I are African American. The church I went to when I was little was a black church. My mother was the praise dance choreographer so of course I did praise dancing. I'd go to Sunday school, I wore the big puffy dresses, and I knew all the songs. Of course I had the common experience of being assaulted in a sexual manor by someone I went to church with. But we were both the same age and I just knew I was uncomfortable and she just knew that's how people bigger than us touched each other. All that came of me telling my mom and me not having to go to her house anymore. I was always told that I was intelligent and I believed everything I was told without question. Then my sister was born and we moved. At first everything stayed the same. We ended up having to switch churches as the previous one was an hour away from our new home. We found a new church. A church were you can wear your hoodie and jeans like it's a Tuesday. I made friends and played sports and nothing really changed until I was eight. When I was eight there was a girl on my softball team I'll call E. E is Jewish and at the time I thought everyone was Christian. As in Christianity was the default and only option. But my friend E's church wasn't called a church but a synagogue, and she couldn't eat specific foods together. E also talked about BaBat Mitzvah's. When I brought that up to my mom she said my friend was Jewish and that being Jewish is like being Christian but they read from the old testament exclusively but they don't believe in Jesus.
Which a while later caused me to spend all night crying because I put the two and two together of: Believing in resurrection Sunday and that Jesus was gods son is what got us into heaven and I cried worrying one of my closest, sweetest friend and her nice family would go to hell. Then school, which had always been easy, became hard. Which made me feel dumb. Especially since my self worth was put into how smart I was and I wouldn't dare get below an A or high B because I was scared I'd get punished. Like the time I slammed my fingers a metal door on accident and spent the next fifteen minutes in tears and my mom told me if I kept crying she'd take me to the hospital to have them cut off my fingers. Because of moments like that disappointing my parent or having to big of an emotional reaction was not okay and it made me scared and uncomfortable. They knew I was struggling, they were the ones who stayed up till four something in the morning with me trying to explain the concept. But with every minor and major struggle I felt like my worth was slipping away. But the better I did in school the more my outstanding grades became the expectation which resulted in acknowledgement for my academic achievements disappearing. I felt like I was falling apart so I'd spend hours pray and begging god for help. To take the feeling of being worthless away. I developed an eating disorder sometime before ten. Specifically binge eating. My parents would find the trash, not understand that it was more than just "the sin of gluttony" and yell which made me feel threatened and eat more food.
And then I'd pray on my knees on the hard wood outside my room door with nails and splinters in it and hurt myself because not only was I a dumb glutton but I also apparently wasn't good enough for god to save or help. It made me think if he wants a relationship with me so bad why does he ignore me? I'd hold a knife to my wrist when I'd wash dishes to see if I felt him then. I questions if I'd even go to heaven. For all my problems the answer was to pray but the problem was I'm doing that but my prayers aren't being answered. I was having thought of death no twelve year old should have. On my birthday I was like a puppet simply going through the motions. Then I started questioning my sexuality. Not to mention, I'm now cut off from the world because this is all during covid, on the bright side they gave me my door back. Now I'm older and I have questions like. How was Adam able to name all the animals and understand god not wanting him to eat from the tree and their need to stay in the garden, but not comprehend his nakedness? How was Eve able to be tempted and not understand her nakedness? Why did they and apparently god think being naked was wrong? How are we not all messed up from tons of inbreeding and how do animals still exist after the inbreeding the would've occurred after Noah's ark if he only saved one male and female of each species? Why did god want to flood the Earth and purge it of it's evil humans if he was the one who decided free will would be a good idea? Since he is perfect and all knowing their shouldn't have been a moment of let me make something I'll destroy, wait nvm. My parents have changed a lot since I was little and have let me go to therapy. Of course I have a Christian therapist. Which I wouldn't mind if it wasn't for the fact that every time I bring up trauma that's linked to religion or need advice in terms of how to change a bad behavior or over come anxiety the advice is to pray. And at times I feel like I'm in a moment of doubt she feel she should try and pull me back in. But they also said I have to volunteer in the childern ministry at church.
I used to work with children ages three to five. Now I'm in one to three. And it feels like I'm spreading propaganda. They tell me what to say and what the goal is for the kids to believe by the end of the month. After I can't help but feel dirty. I'm at the point in my journey were I don't believe. But I have to keep working in the childern ministry, I have to go to church every Sunday, my parents are both devotional authors with published books. I'm the only one in my family who doesn't believe both extended and intermediate. I just wanna know I'm not crazy. I feel like I'm being brainwashed or something. Like drink the blood and eat the body of Jesus!? It's all too much. And now that my parents know they're trying to make me go back to believing. And I listen to them talk and it's like I can't have a conversations with you. You put your faith above all else. You believe whole heartedly, my point of view is automatically wrong to you because faith trumps logic so why would I share it with you? But at the same time it's majority of the music they play, it's all their advice, I go every Sunday, my classmates and friends are majority Christian and yet I even though I see the flaws and hypocrisy, I still can't help but wonder, am I the crazy one?"
"My grandma would grab me and call me "big booty Judy." And my butt was grabbed, spanked, and frequently talked about. Sometimes she'd just sit there tapping it while she talked. It started when I was around three or four and just continued. Though now I'm in my teens and rarely see her. But my breast were also a topic for a while. Comments like "where'd you get those from?", "she's bigger than you.", and "her sisters the tall one but she's the curvy one." They felt icky but I didn't dwell on them. But she's also an alcoholic along with many other things. She dated my mom's friends when she was in college, gets shit faced in at events like birthdays and funerals. Shakes her ass on family members and frequently offered us alcohol. But I always took pride in being her favorite grandchild. Which she constantly reminded me I was. She also has a serious spending problem. But the funny thing is. She goes to a church church. She's in the choir and used frequently as a look example. She hosts church events and potlucks. She even remarried in the church. Never mind the things I just said that'd be considered sins. She's the perfect Christian woman."
"How do you cope with the level of disrespect? I'm not eighteen yet, but I'm still able to be disrespected. My main problem is the disrespect from my parents. My parents who wish to be respected in their beliefs and don't want their minds to change. But at the same time, my dad has sent my scriptures and stuff for the past couple of months since it came out. I don't believe in God or Jesus. They force me to serve and volunteer at church and attend every Sunday. They paired me with a not so ethical Christian therapist. Then both gang up on me about it and take my silence as defeat when I'm just respecting their beliefs. I'm literally the only non Christian in my family. I also have mental problems from staying with them and just in general, but they won't test me because I don't behave in such a stereotypical manner. I want to say they love me, but does someone who blatantly disrespects you love you? I'm having a hard time with seeing if I should do something as drastic as no contact after I reach a certain age.
But at the same time their those awful parents who don't just blatantly suck but also have messed me up quite a bit, resulting in me not feeling like I have a right to be upset. I've told them about how Christianity mixed with their parenting drove me to suicidal thoughts, almost going through with it, and an eating disorder I'm still battling. I also can't just leave and close the door behind me. I'm the oldest, and their are two more kids just like me, and if I turned my back on them, I'd never forgive myself. They're my siblings, but they're also what stopped me from going through with the bad thoughts I was having. They need someone who will be honest, say the weird things, and answer the ignored questions. So, how can I deal with the blatant disrespect so that I'm around for them? What skill for stress management can I use? How do I block out the constant religious gaslighting that happens in church? Because I have over two more years of this."
"My dad said if people don't wanna have a baby, they shouldn't have sex even if they're married. But sir, you had three babies while financially unstable because you couldn't keep your damn hands off my mom. You were planning me, but your job fell through, and when my mom went to get back on birth control, it was too late, so I'll give you a pass with me. But my siblings were both surprises. So, quit judging and practice what you preach. But that's not what pissed me off the most. He said women will put all their time into work and not their husbands, and that's why some men cheat, but the way he said it, it was like he was justifying it. But my dad, he'd go to hooters alone, and when I needed tights, he got them from a woman their and it made me think what if. And I know it's stupid, but that what if. It is so loud.
And it's not even the first time he's said something along the lines of justifying it and almost blaming the woman who gets cheated on. But then he likes to be all up in arms about how his friend married a woman who cheated on him multiple times. My dad's like, I wanna pour into my kids but then makes no effort, and when we spent time with him, we had to initiate it. He doesn't do the hey you wanna . . . stuff. But he has his own company, and they can't get any work right now, so he spends most of his time at home. And then says I'm just to tired to spend time with ya'll.
My mom was sick to the point of being half passed out in a drive-thru after taking my brother to karate and having to pick up dinner. I would've offered to drive him if I could. I'm still leaning, and I'm bad at staying in one lane. But my dad was really busy on his PS5 with his made-up football team. So busy he couldn't take my brother to karate nor could he pause his game to get dinner. I'm kinda starting to hate him. He's also done a couple of other things, but that's what recently has made me mad. But I don't feel like I have a right to be mad because he's here and a lot of my friends dad aren't, and he's not physically abusive like my best friends dad is. I just don't know how I should feel. Is everyone's dad like this?
Edit: It's mothers day and he couldn't be bothered to get the food, pick up the groceries, nothing. #1Dad guys."
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So is it truly a horrible go no contact at eighteen situation, a be watchful situation, or is it fine? I know some of this stuff is a lot but some of it was also in a moment of extreme emotion. Remember like I said in the beginning they're not always like this.

I have two reddit accounts, so if these stories are familiar, that's why. Someone commented that one of these sounds like abuse from my Christian parent to me. So I've compiled all most of them here. (Most of them are to do with Christianity, the hypocrisy of Christianity, or the consequences of my choice to leave it.) Please be honest but also recognize that this isn't all the times sometimes these are amazing people and I love these people but for my sake I need to know if it's really that bad.
"I'm rather young. My mom (42F) and my dad (41M) both grew up in the church. My grandfather is the pastor of his own church and my mother was raised by her grandmother who played piano in the church. Growing up I'd say I was the perfect little Christian girl. I liked praying and went to church, I wanted to help the world, and I wanted to be baptized before I even started kindergarten. I remember that vividly. I was sitting in the kitchen in one of our folding chairs because we couldn't afford real ones and I was begging my mom to let me get baptized.
My family and I are African American. The church I went to when I was little was a black church. My mother was the praise dance choreographer so of course I did praise dancing. I'd go to Sunday school, I wore the big puffy dresses, and I knew all the songs. Of course I had the common experience of being assaulted in a sexual manor by someone I went to church with. But we were both the same age and I just knew I was uncomfortable and she just knew that's how people bigger than us touched each other. All that came of me telling my mom and me not having to go to her house anymore. I was always told that I was intelligent and I believed everything I was told without question. Then my sister was born and we moved. At first everything stayed the same. We ended up having to switch churches as the previous one was an hour away from our new home. We found a new church. A church were you can wear your hoodie and jeans like it's a Tuesday. I made friends and played sports and nothing really changed until I was eight. When I was eight there was a girl on my softball team I'll call E. E is Jewish and at the time I thought everyone was Christian. As in Christianity was the default and only option. But my friend E's church wasn't called a church but a synagogue, and she couldn't eat specific foods together. E also talked about BaBat Mitzvah's. When I brought that up to my mom she said my friend was Jewish and that being Jewish is like being Christian but they read from the old testament exclusively but they don't believe in Jesus.
Which a while later caused me to spend all night crying because I put the two and two together of: Believing in resurrection Sunday and that Jesus was gods son is what got us into heaven and I cried worrying one of my closest, sweetest friend and her nice family would go to hell. Then school, which had always been easy, became hard. Which made me feel dumb. Especially since my self worth was put into how smart I was and I wouldn't dare get below an A or high B because I was scared I'd get punished. Like the time I slammed my fingers a metal door on accident and spent the next fifteen minutes in tears and my mom told me if I kept crying she'd take me to the hospital to have them cut off my fingers. Because of moments like that disappointing my parent or having to big of an emotional reaction was not okay and it made me scared and uncomfortable. They knew I was struggling, they were the ones who stayed up till four something in the morning with me trying to explain the concept. But with every minor and major struggle I felt like my worth was slipping away. But the better I did in school the more my outstanding grades became the expectation which resulted in acknowledgement for my academic achievements disappearing. I felt like I was falling apart so I'd spend hours pray and begging god for help. To take the feeling of being worthless away. I developed an eating disorder sometime before ten. Specifically binge eating. My parents would find the trash, not understand that it was more than just "the sin of gluttony" and yell which made me feel threatened and eat more food.
And then I'd pray on my knees on the hard wood outside my room door with nails and splinters in it and hurt myself because not only was I a dumb glutton but I also apparently wasn't good enough for god to save or help. It made me think if he wants a relationship with me so bad why does he ignore me? I'd hold a knife to my wrist when I'd wash dishes to see if I felt him then. I questions if I'd even go to heaven. For all my problems the answer was to pray but the problem was I'm doing that but my prayers aren't being answered. I was having thought of death no twelve year old should have. On my birthday I was like a puppet simply going through the motions. Then I started questioning my sexuality. Not to mention, I'm now cut off from the world because this is all during covid, on the bright side they gave me my door back. Now I'm older and I have questions like. How was Adam able to name all the animals and understand god not wanting him to eat from the tree and their need to stay in the garden, but not comprehend his nakedness? How was Eve able to be tempted and not understand her nakedness? Why did they and apparently god think being naked was wrong? How are we not all messed up from tons of inbreeding and how do animals still exist after the inbreeding the would've occurred after Noah's ark if he only saved one male and female of each species? Why did god want to flood the Earth and purge it of it's evil humans if he was the one who decided free will would be a good idea? Since he is perfect and all knowing their shouldn't have been a moment of let me make something I'll destroy, wait nvm. My parents have changed a lot since I was little and have let me go to therapy. Of course I have a Christian therapist. Which I wouldn't mind if it wasn't for the fact that every time I bring up trauma that's linked to religion or need advice in terms of how to change a bad behavior or over come anxiety the advice is to pray. And at times I feel like I'm in a moment of doubt she feel she should try and pull me back in. But they also said I have to volunteer in the childern ministry at church.
I used to work with children ages three to five. Now I'm in one to three. And it feels like I'm spreading propaganda. They tell me what to say and what the goal is for the kids to believe by the end of the month. After I can't help but feel dirty. I'm at the point in my journey were I don't believe. But I have to keep working in the childern ministry, I have to go to church every Sunday, my parents are both devotional authors with published books. I'm the only one in my family who doesn't believe both extended and intermediate. I just wanna know I'm not crazy. I feel like I'm being brainwashed or something. Like drink the blood and eat the body of Jesus!? It's all too much. And now that my parents know they're trying to make me go back to believing. And I listen to them talk and it's like I can't have a conversations with you. You put your faith above all else. You believe whole heartedly, my point of view is automatically wrong to you because faith trumps logic so why would I share it with you? But at the same time it's majority of the music they play, it's all their advice, I go every Sunday, my classmates and friends are majority Christian and yet I even though I see the flaws and hypocrisy, I still can't help but wonder, am I the crazy one?"
"My grandma would grab me and call me "big booty Judy." And my butt was grabbed, spanked, and frequently talked about. Sometimes she'd just sit there tapping it while she talked. It started when I was around three or four and just continued. Though now I'm in my teens and rarely see her. But my breast were also a topic for a while. Comments like "where'd you get those from?", "she's bigger than you.", and "her sisters the tall one but she's the curvy one." They felt icky but I didn't dwell on them. But she's also an alcoholic along with many other things. She dated my mom's friends when she was in college, gets shit faced in at events like birthdays and funerals. Shakes her ass on family members and frequently offered us alcohol. But I always took pride in being her favorite grandchild. Which she constantly reminded me I was. She also has a serious spending problem. But the funny thing is. She goes to a church church. She's in the choir and used frequently as a look example. She hosts church events and potlucks. She even remarried in the church. Never mind the things I just said that'd be considered sins. She's the perfect Christian woman."
"How do you cope with the level of disrespect? I'm not eighteen yet, but I'm still able to be disrespected. My main problem is the disrespect from my parents. My parents who wish to be respected in their beliefs and don't want their minds to change. But at the same time, my dad has sent my scriptures and stuff for the past couple of months since it came out. I don't believe in God or Jesus. They force me to serve and volunteer at church and attend every Sunday. They paired me with a not so ethical Christian therapist. Then both gang up on me about it and take my silence as defeat when I'm just respecting their beliefs. I'm literally the only non Christian in my family. I also have mental problems from staying with them and just in general, but they won't test me because I don't behave in such a stereotypical manner. I want to say they love me, but does someone who blatantly disrespects you love you? I'm having a hard time with seeing if I should do something as drastic as no contact after I reach a certain age.
But at the same time their those awful parents who don't just blatantly suck but also have messed me up quite a bit, resulting in me not feeling like I have a right to be upset. I've told them about how Christianity mixed with their parenting drove me to suicidal thoughts, almost going through with it, and an eating disorder I'm still battling. I also can't just leave and close the door behind me. I'm the oldest, and their are two more kids just like me, and if I turned my back on them, I'd never forgive myself. They're my siblings, but they're also what stopped me from going through with the bad thoughts I was having. They need someone who will be honest, say the weird things, and answer the ignored questions. So, how can I deal with the blatant disrespect so that I'm around for them? What skill for stress management can I use? How do I block out the constant religious gaslighting that happens in church? Because I have over two more years of this."
"My dad said if people don't wanna have a baby, they shouldn't have sex even if they're married. But sir, you had three babies while financially unstable because you couldn't keep your damn hands off my mom. You were planning me, but your job fell through, and when my mom went to get back on birth control, it was too late, so I'll give you a pass with me. But my siblings were both surprises. So, quit judging and practice what you preach. But that's not what pissed me off the most. He said women will put all their time into work and not their husbands, and that's why some men cheat, but the way he said it, it was like he was justifying it. But my dad, he'd go to hooters alone, and when I needed tights, he got them from a woman their and it made me think what if. And I know it's stupid, but that what if. It is so loud.
And it's not even the first time he's said something along the lines of justifying it and almost blaming the woman who gets cheated on. But then he likes to be all up in arms about how his friend married a woman who cheated on him multiple times. My dad's like, I wanna pour into my kids but then makes no effort, and when we spent time with him, we had to initiate it. He doesn't do the hey you wanna . . . stuff. But he has his own company, and they can't get any work right now, so he spends most of his time at home. And then says I'm just to tired to spend time with ya'll.
My mom was sick to the point of being half passed out in a drive-thru after taking my brother to karate and having to pick up dinner. I would've offered to drive him if I could. I'm still leaning, and I'm bad at staying in one lane. But my dad was really busy on his PS5 with his made-up football team. So busy he couldn't take my brother to karate nor could he pause his game to get dinner. I'm kinda starting to hate him. He's also done a couple of other things, but that's what recently has made me mad. But I don't feel like I have a right to be mad because he's here and a lot of my friends dad aren't, and he's not physically abusive like my best friends dad is. I just don't know how I should feel. Is everyone's dad like this?
Edit: It's mothers day and he couldn't be bothered to get the food, pick up the groceries, nothing. #1Dad guys."
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So is it truly a horrible go no contact at eighteen situation, a be watchful situation, or is it fine? I know some of this stuff is a lot but some of it was also in a moment of extreme emotion. Remember like I said in the beginning they're not always like this.

This is a long one, so buckle up.
Me and my boyfriend have been together around a year and a half. We are so very deeply in love, healthy, and are very physically attracted to one another. We have a healthy bedroom, good friends, and have similar viewpoints and morals. Really just the ideal relationship. Although we have not dated very long, we are aware of how strong our feelings are for each other and that we are willing to work to stay together for the long term.
When we got together, he had planned to leave the country and head to Europe, to live and work for a long time, possibly permanently. We were just supposed to be casual, but alas, here we are. He kind of messed about with leaving over the first year, not really booking anything, having loose plans of where he wanted to go, etc. meanwhile he’s actively building a life at home. We are getting serious, he’s got a job he really enjoys, his friend circle grows. But eventually, he booked his ferry, got in his van (he’s doing van life), and left the country. I was very proud, and I was excited to visit him in this new place and prepared for the inevitable long distance relationship antics.
When he first arrived, he was having a terrible time. He was home sick, just wanted to come home, felt alone, very typical response if you have just left your family, gf and friends back home and ventured out on your own. At this time, I had a flight booked to come and see him 10 days after he arrived, so it was a very short time to wait and get acquainted with his new home. In his feelings, he did state he wanted to come home and swore he didn’t want to stay in the country, I told him to stick it out and encouraged him, but I subconsciously held onto the fact that he said he would possibly like to come home at some point.
I arrived, we had a lovely holiday for around 8 days. Travelled the other countries nearby, did the typical touristy things. Then I went back home.
This is where my problem begins to bubble. You see, I have a well paying job for my age, but it’s is extremely taxing and I don’t see myself doing it for much longer (hopefully no longer than 3 years). I have good friends I see regularly, but my life at home is beginning to become monotonous and a bit stressful. Something that was prevented by having my partner here. When I had a bad day at work he was there to comfort me, if I was sore he was make me feel better, bring me tea, etc. something that I miss so much. No matter how much I fill my days off with something to do, or see my friends, I just miss him. It all just feels like filler until I see my boyfriend again.
At this exact point, my boyfriend is over his home sickness, he’s reaching out and beginning to make some friends, he’s got a new job at a small restaurant, and he’s just doing what you should at that point. I’ve been cheering him on and we have great communication (texting throughout the day, nightly FaceTimes)
Later on, he’s come home for a visit for 5 days. It’s amazing having him back. I took some days off work, we stayed away in an amazing bnb, etc. then he’s off again.
I get a bit depressed as anyone would, it’s the joys of long distance. He’s to be back at the start of June again for an event with me so we’ve got a few weeks to wait. But I’m just not in it right now. I hate my job, I’ve started the gym as some kind of outlet for any frustrations and to improve my mental health, and it seems to work.
During his last visit, and over the course of a few weeks prior, we’ve been discussing the fact that I too, want to live abroad and travel WITH him. I’m not fulfilled anymore and I’ve thought about if this is something I’m really serious about. You see, before I was 100% a homebird, I knew that living abroad in a van wasn’t for me, at least permanently. I told him this, but over the coming months I’ve changed my perspective and I’m genuinely interested in living abroad. We agreed that we would try to find an apartment, and live somewhere together with our little dog. I feel at our age we can only get our there and experience the world, even if it’s scary.
So I discussed my 5 year plan. *give a very lengthy notice for my job * whilst working, obviously actively saving as much as possible *I would give my car back to my finance company (so didn’t have such a big recurring bill) Etc etc etc
When discussing these plans, he mentioned he would probably come home after peak season (so September ish) and we could work on getting out of this country together. He also said he would probably leave again in the next summer for somewhere new, and I agreed that that is a good idea since I may not be ready to leave our home country by that time. So he still gets to travel and live abroad, and I still get to see him for the majority of the year whilst we actively work to leave the country together. This was the idea in my head.
We were just on FaceTime, so I asked “do you think you’ll be home after peak season?”
And he said “what just to visit? Or like permanently?”
I said “no like permanently”
“Um no probably not..I think I may keep travelling around after season when I can leave my job”
Oh… I was quite taken aback as this was the first he’s mentioned this. He stated valid reasons to why he wouldn’t just come back home after the season (expensive, he doesn’t feel as though he’s did enough yet, he wants to see X,Y,Z) I mentioned if he would be back before Christmas? He said he wasn’t sure. He said he’d definitely come back home before date as the vans MOT will need renewed back home so he has no choice but to come back. But besides that he just isn’t sure.
Now, this has just happened, so my emotions are a bit fresh so I apologise. I understand plans change and since there was no SET plans in place, things can change. But I feel quite hurt and upset. I believed we were on the same page, and I feel like this is almost a selfish thing to do. I don’t know if it is actually selfish or if my desperation to leave my life here + mixed with my jealousy towards the fact that he gets to live this amazing life out there, is making me resent this choice of his? I want to be with him, out there, so badly. For him to just take himself off to these other countries that I have expressed to him I REALLY want to visit, just because he doesn’t want to come back home? He’s having a great time, and I completely understand why he wouldn’t want that to end. I just feel like, why doesn’t he want to wait to be able to share that with me? Or come home to me? His dog? His family? Are we that bad?
He mentioned a country he would really like to see, that I have ALWAYS wanted to visit, and I think that was my breaking point whilst on call. He knew I was upset but I do not talk if I feel I am going to cry (working on it) so I shushed him away and said I’ll speak to him tomorrow when I’m ready.
I just need a bit of advice and clarity. What do you think you would bring up in this situation with your partner? Am I right to feel angry at him for not waiting for me? To just sacrifice a solo holiday and come home so we can plan it together? I’m just feeling so upset.
I appreciate all feedback.

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TL;DR: Ideas to help a baby bunny feel secure and cope with any grief when moving from a long term foster home to a forever home?
Tomorrow, I’m officially adopting a 7 month old, but he won’t be coming home with me until Monday and will remain with his foster mother until then. This baby has been with his foster mother since he was 1 week old (as his pregnant mother was found abandoned and brought into the rescue).
He does not have a bondmate because both of his littermates died and the bonding sessions he’s been on since he was neutered 2 months ago haven’t been a great fit so far. I will find him a bondmate once he is settled into our home :).
My concern is how to help him adjust to no longer living with his foster mother. He is extremely bonded to her (lies on her chest and purrs), but she is unable to keep/ adopt him (as she is an incredible person saving the lives of so many medically complex rabbits and cats at once right now, and he had always been in the home as a foster baby).
She’s going to be sending home his favorite straw playhouse, and since she said it’s falling apart a little, I also ordered him a second copy of the first one so that I can set up both his old and new one side by side. I asked about having her sending something like a blanket that smells like her home with him, and she thought that was a good idea and would help him. I can also bring a blanket for him that smells like me and drop it off tomorrow.
We’ve coordinated around hay and pellets in terms of making sure any changes are gradual and that we work together to help him adjust or that I get the same types she is using now. I am using a very different litter than she is, but she says he has never peed outside the litter box and is very unlikely to have an issue with any type of rabbit—appropriate litter (she’s using pine pellets, I’m using Carefresh). I bought all the things she said are his favorite snacks (Science Selective Naturals Loops and Oxbow Simple Rewards in two specific flavors) and made a list of the greens/ herbs he likes best.
I let his foster Mom know she could come to visit sometimes if she wanted to, and she expressed interested in doing that once he’s settled in. In the meantime, I can send lots of photo and video updates. Can anyone think of anything else (other than a bondmate, which I can’t conjure up in the next few days, unfortunately), that might help make this transition a little easier for him? I’ll be with him for probably about 22-23 hours a day (as I work from home as a PhD student, and his X-Pen is directly next to my bed), and he’ll have free roam time with me probably about 14 hours per day (and the rest of the time in the 4x4x4 X-Pen in my bedroom).
Anything else that might help? I’m so, so excited to bring him home and also so heartbroken for both him and his foster mother, who is incredible, and I just want to make sure this is the best transition possible for everyone involved.

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TL;DR: Ideas to help a baby bunny feel secure and cope with any grief when moving from a long term foster home to a forever home?
Tomorrow, I’m officially adopting a 7 month old, but he won’t be coming home with me until Monday and will remain with his foster mother until then.
This baby has been with his foster mother since he was 1 week old (as his pregnant mother was found abandoned and brought into the rescue). He does not have a bondmate because both of his littermates died and the bonding sessions he’s been on since he was neutered 2 months ago haven’t been a great fit so far. I will find him a bondmate once he is settled into our home :).
My concern is how to help him adjust to no longer living with his foster mother. He is extremely bonded to her (lies on her chest and purrs), but she is unable to keep/ adopt him (as she is an incredible person saving the lives of so many medically complex rabbits and cats at once right now, and he had always been in the home as a foster baby). She’s going to be sending home his favorite straw playhouse, and since she said it’s falling apart a little, I also ordered him a second copy of the first one so that I can set up both his old and new one side by side. I asked about having her sending something like a blanket that smells like her home with him, and she thought that was a good idea and would help him. I can also bring a blanket for him that smells like me and drop it off tomorrow.
We’ve coordinated around hay and pellets in terms of making sure any changes are gradual and that we work together to help him adjust or that I get the same types she is using now. I am using a very different litter than she is, but she says he has never peed outside the litter box and is very unlikely to have an issue with any type of rabbit—appropriate litter (she’s using pine pellets, I’m using Carefresh).
I bought all the things she said are his favorite snacks (Science Selective Naturals Loops and Oxbow Simple Rewards in two specific flavors) and made a list of the greens/ herbs he likes best.
I let his foster Mom know she could come to visit sometimes if she wanted to, and she expressed interested in doing that once he’s settled in. In the meantime, I can send lots of photo and video updates.
Can anyone think of anything else (other than a bondmate, which I can’t conjure up in the next few days, unfortunately), that might help make this transition a little easier for him? I’ll be with him for probably about 22-23 hours a day (as I work from home as a PhD student, and his X-Pen is directly next to my bed), and he’ll have free roam time with me probably about 14 hours per day (and the rest of the time in the 4x4x4 X-Pen in my bedroom).
Anything else that might help? I’m so, so excited to bring him home and also so heartbroken for both him and his foster mother, who is incredible, and I just want to make sure this is the best transition possible for everyone involved.