1. I need to tell her I've fallen out in love with her. I don't know how to approach this/I don't know how to go about this.
   
   1. He's a very negative person, despite him wanting that (meaning it's not really his fault, this trait runs in his family)
   2. He dumped all his work on me and went to a party!
   3. Don't dump your kids off onto us again! This week end, me and my husband go to the beach, only the two of us! (to her sister)
   4. My mission stops here. You're taking over. The mission is on you now/ The mission is on your shoulder(s) now.
   5. If society didn't exist, the world would be an anarchy. It'd be a mess and we'd all live a very short life!
   6. You'd think they're a happy married couple but behind the curtain, it's not the case!

Ever since I was younger i've felt like I was left out and didn't have many friends. I moved across the UK when I was 5 and even at that young age it didn't help that I was moving schools. In year nine (age 13/14) I made my first actual group of friends; but even then I was never anyone's number one friend. I wasn't invited over as much as anyone else, secrets were kept from me, things would go on that I didn't know about and overall I was second best at most. I was friends with them until year eleven (age 15/16) and when we moved across to sixth form I gained a different group of friends.
I never had any problems with bullying in school and it's safe to say I was a generally likeable person, but moving into sixth form initially without anyfriends was very difficult. About 2 months in I did gain my new group of friends, but the same thing happened again - I wasn't anyone's number one best friend. I know this probably doesn't sound that hard but knowing you were always second best has had a lasting affect on me. Knowing I was almost disposable in a way I guess? I know my friends liked me, but I wasn't really that important. After finishing sixth form at age 18 and moving onto university, I chose not to live at Uni and travel everyday because the accommodation just didn't work out.
I ended up going to uni with one of my good friends from school. We weren't in the same friendship group before and never saw each other outside of school but we always got on well and we have the same sense of humour. We both commute every day for Uni and she has become my best friend in the whole world.
She is sweet, funny, kind, generous, incredibly smart and so many other things and I know I am her number one best friend aswell. Us both not living at uni has definitely altered how we have made friends as neither of us really have any close friends at uni. We both talk to people and get along with them, but us both commuting together has helped us become great friends. I am finally someones number one best friend and it's everything I ever imagined to be honest, I'm so grateful to have her, but I struggle a lot with jealousy.
She has an amazing boyfriend who I also love and get on well with. They go together like two peas in a pod and I know one day they're gonna get married. I have my own wonderful boyfriend who I love so much and I'm in no way jealous of her relationship, I don't think either of our relationships is better than the other. But why do I still feel jealous?
I'm so happy she has this great guy that takes her out and treats her how she's meant to be treated, but I almost feel like I'm being left out again. I feel second best all over again when I see them together and I feel awful about it. She isn't leaving me out in any way either, I probably see her the same amount and we also do fun things together - for example we recently did a murder mystery night away for my birthday - but how can I stop feeling like this?
I know this stems from me always feeling second best, and feeling afraid that I am again, but I don't want to feel that way. I know she loves us both, so why do I compare myself? And before anyone suggests it, no I'm not in love with her. Does anyone have any advice? I could really use it.

My husband and I have been together for 6 years. He has 2 children(teens) 14 and 16 and I have one son 14. First let me start out by saying that our children overall used to get along fairly well up until the past year. My ex husband and my husband have a great relationship, and so do we. My ex has always instilled it into my son that he has to respect his step dad and I think our close relationship has helped the relationship between my son and my husband. My son is also very easy going and very outgoing, and I know all children have different personalities. There was a time where my son would mouth off to my husband and his dad, my husband and I talked about his behavior and it never really happened again. He does the typical annoying teenager things, messy etc. My husbands ex……..That’s another story. She is a downright bad mom in every way, I was once pregnant and she told her children that my child would be nothing to them, on her weekends she lets her daughter sleep over at her friends houses. It’s just about a different friend every week. My husband has express how he doesn’t agree with this but it’s her week and he has no say basically. My husband and his son in particular have always had an up and down relationship. There are no rules when his children are with their mother, so of course when they come here, we are always the bad guy for having them do simple chores etc. When my son and my step son started high school together, my son made me aware that my step son ignores him in school. He flat out acts as if he doesn’t know him. They ride the bus together in the morning and my step son will sprint so he doesn’t have to walk with my son. This really bothers me but my son says he can care less because he says he won’t beg for anyone’s attention. He is truly something else lol the whole situation bothers me honestly. I guess what I am looking for is advice, Is this normal, what would you do? I talked to my son about the behavior and told him to ignore him. My son is aware of the hostile situation between my husband and his ex, and he says I know they probably just do it to make their mom happy??? My husband has also talked to son about his behavior and he says he just doesn’t walk with him because they are in different grades and have different friends. I expected them to have each others backs and treat each other like brothers. I understand my son not bending over backwards, I would probably do the same. I also know that they are teens and this is a hard age.
I will also add that unless his daughter is asking for material things, we do not talk. She will talk to me when Sol de Janeiro drops a new scent and she wants it lol I try to spark conversation with them but they literally will not talk to me anymore and i’ve stopped trying. His son is the same way. The week they are here, his kids are locked in their rooms and there are times they walk into the house and don’t even address me. No Hi hello or anything? For legal reasons my husband can not try to mend the relationship with his ex. She is spiteful and has tried to get him fired in the past so we just don’t interact with her at all. I feel if we all got along and were on the same page, things would be different. I have a great relationship with my sons step mom and can’t imagine not having a relationship with her. I love my husband but at times I am just ready to walk away. I just didn’t expect this to be my life.

I feel like I need to get this off my chest. Potential trigger warning
My first pregnancy, one of my first symptoms was intense fear. I was scared of the dark and was convinced a demon was watching me. Sometimes I’d think I’d see something and my heart pounded throughout the night. I spent my nights going between opening and closing my eyes until finally the sun rose and I could sleep.
I struggled with suicidal thoughts as well which felt more intense during pregnancy and postpartum.
However postpartum wasn’t so bad, thankfully. However when I gave birth to my child and saw her for the first time, I wasn’t happy. I was shocked. There was no way that could’ve been my child. I smiled anyways and took her. When the doctors were gone, i asked my husband many times if he was absolutely sure this baby was the same baby that came from my body. She was and if I compare my pictures from being a child to hers, she is my exact image. For the first year, I had no bond with her. No love that I felt a parent should have. She’s 6 now though and that has changed immensely. I love her more and more the older she gets and am proud of who she is becoming.
Then I was pregnant with baby number two. Symptoms of paranoia and delusions started quickly, but I didn’t recognize them as such. I just knew I had an intense fear and conviction that someone was watching me or in my house and they were going to kill me and take my daughter. My husband worked nights and I’d lock my daughter and myself in my room until he got home. I’d stare under the door for any shadows that might pass by. When my husband got home, I’d ask him to check the house every night. Sometimes multiple times. I’d even run the shower because I figured if someone was using heat vision to see inside my house, this would throw them off. I kept my curtains closed and taped aluminum foil over the windows without curtains. This lasted my entire pregnancy and I didn’t realize this wasn’t normal. To me, this was normal.
Postpartum: when this baby was born, there was an immediate bond. I knew this was my child, without a doubt, and yet strangely he looked nothing like me. PPD depression set in during the hospital which I expected. I also expected the anxiety. I cried. A lot.
Then finally we went home.
The depression got worse and I’d have moments where I felt fine and the next I’d be crying again. I didn’t think I could take care of my kids. I begged my husband to take more time off work, and he did, unpaid, but eventually he had to go back.
While he was at work, I was having a crying episode and went to the bathroom away from my kids. Everything shifted. A voice was telling me I was alone and I knew it wasn’t my voice. Immediately afterwards, thoughts of harming myself and my children came. In my mind, I couldn’t take care of them, but if I did this, we’d all be in heaven and we’d be safe.
The thoughts became stronger and I didn’t think I could get help because I was scared of losing my children. I tried talking to a couple people about, but I was blown off.
I had delusions that someone was trying to take my children and theyd be safer not on this earth. I also had delusions that my baby was possessed and would try to take my life. At one point, I remember waking up at night, thinking I saw them in the crib next to my bed staring at me with malicious intent. But my eyes were playing tricks - the baby was sleeping.
Eventually, my husband and I made sure I was never alone. I couldn’t trust myself with my own kids. It was the scariest time of my life. He’d have friends check on me, he’d take me and the kids to his work. If he couldn’t do that, then we’d stay on the phone until he got home. Eventually the delusions went away, I even lost friends during this because they told me “something was wrong” and I wasn’t acting like myself.
The depression and anxiety lasted for the next year and a half, but eventually I was able to feel a resemblance of normal.
Now we are expecting our third and this will be our final. Mentally, I’ve been doing great until a week ago. I realized I was having minor delusions. I thought my medicine for morning sickness was slowly killing me and i had convinced myself a specific spider was going to come after me if I didn’t research into it. After losing sleep over it, I recognized that this was a delusion, albeit a minor one. I laughed at myself but I know how bad it can get. Then the other night I had a violent nightmare. In my dream, my children were possessed and it ended horribly. I had to save them in my dream but in the worst way. It reminded me of how I felt postpartum with my last child. When I woke up, I spent the entire day in a fog, wondering if free will even exists and if my children are safe with me. I hugged my children when they woke and then my husband took them out and spent the day with them while I rested.
But things are different now. I will see a doctor and I’m going to be more open about my issues. I’m going to have a plan in place in case I mentally go on a downward spiral. To say I’m scared of going through again what I did with my previous child is an understatement. I’m terrified and I’m hoping it doesn’t get like that again, but I won’t take chances.

Dealing with the mother in law is hard enough, but can you imagine if you also need to deal with his sisters?
His oldest sister is living next door with her husband and her parent in laws. Her husband has a little bro. According to what she said, the brother is spoiled by the parents and she dislike him. Therefore, her front door uses key because she doesn’t want the brother to come so easily and so often. But our front door uses passcode, and she came over to our house every weekends at that time. She stayed the whole day in our house on weekends.
My husbands father has diabetes and needs kidney dialysis. Most of the time, his second sis is the one who took him to the doctor or hospital. But she needs to work, so my husband also needs to help from time to time. However, whenever they ask the oldest sis to help with the dad, she would say, I am married out already. In my memory, she seldom took the dad to the doctor or the kidney dialysis. I am not good at driving, and was pregnant at that time, I picked his dad up from the hospital once (what is ironic here is that his second sis thought it was their oldest sis picked them up from the hospital even though she is the one also complained the biggest never helped), helped his second sis to send his dad to the kidney dialysis ( because she needs people to help the dad get out or in the car), and helped with translation for his dad’s physical therapy when his second sis was not available. In January of 2021, his dad’s situation is very bad and the nurse asked them to make a decision if the hospital should save his life if ….. the chance is only 50/50, and even though he was saved, he would have to do kidney dialysis for the rest of his life, and he also would have to have his leg amputation. Considering his life quality and the care taking part, his mom and second sis agreed to let him passed away naturally if that really happens. My husband had a hard time making the decisions. The oldest sister kept crying over there, and said we should not give up his life. Suddenly, she turned to me and asked about my opinion. Then I expressed my opinion, if you guys decide to save his life then you guys should share the responsibility of taking care of him and help with doctor visit and kidney dialysis, but you guys also need to think about his life quality and the fact that he would lose his legs. His second sis agreed with what I said, and my husband agreed with his mum and second sis at the end The oldest sis also agreed with then after her husband s persuasion. After his dad passed away, the oldest sis is the one cried the hardest, and the mum told one of their aunt on the phone how sad the oldest daughter is, and asked her not to cry so much, otherwise her health might be affected. Mam, you should show your love and contribute more to your father when he s still alive.
After I had my first kid, especially my relationship with my mother in law was like freezing at that time, my husband and I would go to visit my parents every weekend, one reason is that I could escape that prison like house, the other reason is that my parents could help me with the baby there so that I can rest a little bit. However, I accidentally found out she complained to my husband about me in the message why I always showed them bitchy face at home and why would I go back to my parents house every weekend. But the fact is she came over to our house more often when their dad’s situation was bad. And after the dad passed away, she still came over very often, which lead to her mother in law yelling at her at one time(when her father in law was in hospital because of Covid), saying no daughter in law would go back to her mums house so frequently. She’s lucky to have her husband to back her up by then. And she came over to our house to complained about it, and said I was married to her son but not selling myself to his family. My mother in law told her to keep quiet then the situation would become better.
Talking about the message, how I found out she bitched about me and my family is also very interesting. Thats like when my son was like about 8 months old, my husband told me to let his mum to watch the baby a little bit and would go grocery shopping with me after that meeting. I was waiting for my husband in his office room, and his mom was holding the baby to nap. I left my phone in the living room, so I played with my husband s phone. I accidentally went to the message, and saw that the last msg his oldest sis said is if you go bankrupt don’t expect me to help you. I was wondering what would make her say this. Then I went into their msg. The first time I found out that actually she had so many complaints about my family and me. So my husband got my dad a free tablet through promotion and he shipped it to our house for setup. She saw that package with my dad’s name on it. Second sis said it might be sending here for set up. In the text she told my husband that she wanted to get a tablet and ask for suggestion. My husband asked why would u need that, you don’t use that. Then she said is this your father in law s Xmas gift? My husband explained that’s through a promotion, not he buying it. Then she said, I guess he would not get a Christmas gift since you already got him a house! lol my dad paid half of that retirement house. And because my sis and I could not get a good rate, my husband said he could help, but my sis s side will be responsible for half of the mortgage. My husband s name is also on that title! How come this house would become my dad’s Christmas gift? And in the message, she also said she s not as lucky as me, no need to wash dishes at home. But the fact is I am the one who cooked most in our house and did most of the dish cleaning before my baby came out, I am the one who cleaned the house all the time. I didn’t do so many dishes wash after the baby was born because I needed to take care of the baby and power pump is very exhausting for me at that time. For her, she doesn’t cook much at her house, because either her father in law cook or the parent in laws bring food home when they are off work or her mum would cook and ask the second sis to bring food over! And her parents in laws would clean the whole house every Wednesday at that time! Reading this I felt super angry, my face was burning and my heart was about to jump out of my breast! I directly replied bitch to her! I hung up on her when she called my husband s phone. After my husband finished the meeting , I said, “ u r in trouble now, because I just called your sis bitch!” She called my mother in law saying the brother curse her. And MIL came knocking at the door, disregarding if my husband is still in the meeting or my son was napping in her arm. She asked my husband why cursed his sis! I couldn’t stand any more, then I exploded, and questioned her why every time you defend your daughter no matter shes right or not. Do you know what she said about my parents and me in the message. I also directly called her bitch and claimed that it's her who kicked my mom out of our house when she was here to help me! That became a big arguement and I took my son back to my parents house right after the arguement.
Because of my husband, I tried to fix the relationship after half a year, and we had our own house as well.
However, just two days ago (5/14), his oldest sis called him around 10:30pm using second sis s phone because her husband got her a new phone and would like my husband to set it up for her. Her old phone is still usable, why the new phone must be set up now? And my husband is wondering why she’s not using the her husband’s phone to call but second sister’s phone. My husband went to check and found out she moved into our house, where his mom and second sis are living, with her 18 month son . And He traced that she was living there since 3/16. Not sure about exactly when as the history can only go back to two or three months. My husband and his second sis are the owners, and my husband is helping paying the mortgage ( before we moved out, he is the only one paying the mortgage). Why no one telling us about her move in. And we are sure she has no issue with her husband and parents in law because the husband just bought her the new iPhone and she s living in our house on weekdays, but on weekends she would go back to her own house. How hypocritical it is! When my son was about 8 months old she complained we went back to my parents house every weekend. But now she moved into our house even though her house is next door !!! My husband called the second sis and told her about this, expressed his disappointment about not letting him knowing this, telling her this whole shit is basically slapping my face. And also told them we are going to cancel NC trip. BTW, the oldest sister texted my husband asked him to go back to our house help clean the doggie this week, before the NC trip. Why the heck you live there , eat there, free baby sitter there, you can’t clean the dog with your sister?!!!

My stepdaughter is almost 10, her dad and I have been together since she was 7. She was an only child, I had a couple kids from a previous marriage, & we have a child together. Her mother wasn’t always in her life but has been consistently since she was 5. My husband and I and her mother both have stable homes. Let’s start from the beginning…
When I first met Sabrina (not her real name) she seemed like the sweetest, most well behaved kid I had ever met. From the start we had a great relationship and she loved spending time with me. Her dad and I eventually moved in together, along with my kids. At first everything was great. Then as time started passing I started noticing my kids start to “dislike” Sabrina. There were a lot of fights and arguments. I would ask what the problem was and they would just say things like “Sabrina did this” or “Sabrina did that” and Sabrina would always deny whatever it was. I started paying closer attention and listening to what was going on. I would hear Sabrina whisper things in a soft voice and then lie about it when I would ask why she said something, even though I just heard her. Or I would witness her hitting one of the kids and she would lie about doing it.
We started having problems with her at school. She would refuse to pay attention & refuse to do her homework. Her teacher said that she would do anything other than pay attention or do her work. She was diagnosed with ADHD in the beginning of 2023 and has been on 2 medications for it since then. We had hoped this would help with some of the issues we were having. It seemed to help some in the beginning but now things have escalated and gotten worse. Her teachers have all said she knows how to do the work, and I also have noticed that she knows how to do the work. She doesn’t ask for help very often.
She now lies about everything. She will lie about doing homework, she will lie about cleaning her room, she will lie about things she did at her mom’s house, and things she does at our house. She will hit & push the other kids and lie about it. She will hit and kick the dogs and lie about it. She just doesn’t listen to anything we tell her anymore. She doesn’t have very many friends. She is constantly blaming others for her problems and the way she acts. She has a constant need for validation and gets very jealous and envious of anyone else getting attention besides her. It’s like she refuses to follow directions that any adult gives her.
Now she has never told us “No” when we ask or tell her to do something. She will always walk away like she’s going to do what is asked but doesn’t do it.
Example: Me: Sabrina please go clean your room. S: ok, walks to room and comes back 20 minutes later. Me: is your room clean? S: I cleaned someone of it. Me: please go finish cleaning S: ok, walks to room and comes back 5 minutes later. Me: is it clean? S: yeah Me: ok, I’m going to check. Walks in room and nothing is cleaned.
Another example: Me: do you have homework? S: yes Me: ok, please work on it. S: sits at the table and “pretends to do homework” Me: is your homework finished? S: no Me: Sabrina please finish your homework *20 minutes later still not finished. S: it’s finished now. Me: I find the unfinished homework shoved in her toy box.
We have talked to her doctor regarding these issues and started counseling because she said “she needed help to stop lying”. We are trying our best to be patient and currently doing present moment parenting. But it seems like anything we do doesn’t help. We’ve tried being nice and talking, we’ve tried rewards, we’ve tried grounding, we’ve asked her what she needs, etc. and nothing seems to be working. Her counselor suggested seeing a psychiatrist because Sabrina told her that she “sometimes feels controlled by something in her head that’s telling her to do these bad things”. She does have some empathy for others but not always. Things are just continuing to get worse. Any help or suggestions would be much appreciated!
TIA!

My stepdaughter is almost 10, her dad and I have been together since she was 7. She was an only child, I had a couple kids from a previous marriage, & we have a child together. Her mother wasn’t always in her life but has been consistently since she was 5. My husband and I and her mother both have stable homes. Let’s start from the beginning…
When I first met Sabrina (not her real name) she seemed like the sweetest, most well behaved kid I had ever met. From the start we had a great relationship and she loved spending time with me. Her dad and I eventually moved in together, along with my kids. At first everything was great. Then as time started passing I started noticing my kids start to “dislike” Sabrina. There were a lot of fights and arguments. I would ask what the problem was and they would just say things like “Sabrina did this” or “Sabrina did that” and Sabrina would always deny whatever it was. I started paying closer attention and listening to what was going on. I would hear Sabrina whisper things in a soft voice and then lie about it when I would ask why she said something, even though I just heard her. Or I would witness her hitting one of the kids and she would lie about doing it.
We started having problems with her at school. She would refuse to pay attention & refuse to do her homework. Her teacher said that she would do anything other than pay attention or do her work. She was diagnosed with ADHD in the beginning of 2023 and has been on 2 medications for it since then. We had hoped this would help with some of the issues we were having. It seemed to help some in the beginning but now things have escalated and gotten worse. Her teachers have all said she knows how to do the work, and I also have noticed that she knows how to do the work. She doesn’t ask for help very often.
She now lies about everything. She will lie about doing homework, she will lie about cleaning her room, she will lie about things she did at her mom’s house, and things she does at our house. She will hit & push the other kids and lie about it. She will hit and kick the dogs and lie about it. She just doesn’t listen to anything we tell her anymore. She doesn’t have very many friends. She is constantly blaming others for her problems and the way she acts. She has a constant need for validation and gets very jealous and envious of anyone else getting attention besides her. It’s like she refuses to follow directions that any adult gives her.
Now she has never told us “No” when we ask or tell her to do something. She will always walk away like she’s going to do what is asked but doesn’t do it.
Example: Me: Sabrina please go clean your room. S: ok, walks to room and comes back 20 minutes later. Me: is your room clean? S: I cleaned someone of it. Me: please go finish cleaning S: ok, walks to room and comes back 5 minutes later. Me: is it clean? S: yeah Me: ok, I’m going to check. Walks in room and nothing is cleaned.
Another example: Me: do you have homework? S: yes Me: ok, please work on it. S: sits at the table and “pretends to do homework” Me: is your homework finished? S: no Me: Sabrina please finish your homework *20 minutes later still not finished. S: it’s finished now. Me: I find the unfinished homework shoved in her toy box.
We have talked to her doctor regarding these issues and started counseling because she said “she needed help to stop lying”. We are trying our best to be patient and currently doing present moment parenting. But it seems like anything we do doesn’t help. We’ve tried being nice and talking, we’ve tried rewards, we’ve tried grounding, we’ve asked her what she needs, etc. and nothing seems to be working. Her counselor suggested seeing a psychiatrist because Sabrina told her that she “sometimes feels controlled by something in her head that’s telling her to do these bad things”. She does have some empathy for others but not always. Things are just continuing to get worse. Any help or suggestions would be much appreciated!
TIA!

Whiplash from the lies
Trigger Warning: Pregnancy Loss
I really need to vent. Sorry, kind of long. There's a lot of history here.
There's a girl that I used to be really close with. But she turned out to be super crazy, obsessive and narcissistic. It's irritating though cause she's so good at playing innocent until she gets what she wants. And I just don't see how people don't see through her facade. Anyone that has stood up to her gets a massive smear campaign so much so, that she becomes scary and sends people to intimidate you to your house and even where you work.
Anyway, she loves to make up stories to get attention. She once told me she had 12 miscarriages in year (how do people fall for this?). But she also supposedly got pregnant in high school but her boyfriends best friend beat it out of her. "Coincidentally" it just happened to be the same time when her BF tried to break up with her and his best friend was very supportive of the breakup. I've got many MANY stories of situations with her. She likes to shock people so in high school she "got pregnant" from one time but now that she's married she "keeps miscarrying". It's odd and ironic. And people keep giving her money and gifts. Her then best friend even had a GoFundMe going for her for IVF but then suddenly the GFM disappeared and they were no longer friends. But that's not the only time she's received money for her miscarriages.
She also likes to "Coincidentally" copy and claim other people's struggles as her own. But she's so good at these stories that everyone believes her! It's so annoying! I had lost a baby in my 2nd trimester and ended up hospitalized and sure enough, she posts a story a few months later nearly identical to mine. Many things in her story don't add up. I just need to see I'm not the only one that sees through her and how awful it is to use this terrible experience to gloat and get attention. I've copied and pasted her story (which she posted as a public post) which will make this post a novel, but it's worth it, I promise.
Also note, she can't keep a job, her husband doesn't work and they have no insurance and live rent free under the roof of her husband's parents second house. His family has a little money but not a ton. How is she even affording any of this?
Here it is:
“This is going to be a multiple parts post. As this story is long and word limit sucks.
This past year with IVF and life in general has been one of the most stressful trying times in my life.
Back in 2019 my husband and I suffered our 6th miscarriage. The miscarriage happened in such a way that even though the fetus stopped growing at 6 weeks 3 days, my body still thought that I was pregnant.
We found out in January shortly after my Grandfather Gary lost his 20+ year long battle to cancer. We had so many miscarriages by this point that I was scared to be happy. So I made an appointment with an OBGYN. At our first ultrasound the tech said she found the gestational sac but no fetus. The doctor then came in and told me to get ready to miscarry.
I then went up to UofU for a 2nd ultrasound. There they had better tech and they might be able to tell me what's wrong. They found a small fetus inside the gestational sac that measured 5 weeks. So we just thought that I got my dates off by a week. We went home with happy hearts.
A week later I returned to UofU for a 3rd ultrasound. They couldn't detect a heartbeat. They told me to get ready to miscarry. I was devastated just last week I went through this. And I thought we had overcome it. We went home with heavy hearts.
A week passed and there were no signs of me starting to miscarry the pregnancy so I returned to UofU they did a 4th ultrasound and nothing had changed. The baby measured at 6 weeks but no heartbeat detected. They told me to return 3 days later for a D&C.
3 days later I went back up to UofU for a 4th time this time to have my baby removed from my uterus. But as they were putting me under for the procedure I heard "WAIT THERE IS A HEARTBEAT!"
I came a little while later and the doctor told me that she found a heartbeat and didn't do the procedure. She said the baby's heart rate was 101 which was slower than normal but still there. She sent me home with instructions to rest.
Cont. In post part 2 miscarriage
Part 2 cont.
After sending me home with instructions to rest I returned a week later and a different Dr did my ultrasound. He told me that the heart rate had dropped to 60 beats per minute. He told me that the pregnancy was dying and that I should just do the D&C now. But in my heart the baby was alive as it had a heartbeat so I would wait until we were sure that the baby was dead in all aspects.
It took 2 weeks for the heart to finally stop. When I should have been around 13 weeks on April 5th I went in and had the D&C done. They did not put me under this time. They just lightly sedated me. Worst. Experience. Of. My. Life. I remember every agonizing moment. Every cramp. Every pull. I blacked out a few times from the amount of pain I was in.
They sent the fetus to be tested with the hope we could find out why I had 6 miscarriages with 0 living children over my 7 years of marriage. I can say we were finally able to find answers. Just in the worst way possible. I suffer from a condition where my body contributes to many chromosomes to the fetus. This is called trisomy. Sometimes babies can live with this. Like trisomy 21 is downs syndrome. But my body did 16 which is not viable with life.
After the consultation with my OB and the genetasist we came to the conclusion that IVF with embryo testing called PTG-A would be our best best to be able to have a healthy pregnancy with hopefully minimal hardships.
I was worried about the financial and physical consequences of IVF but I came to find out that my Grandfather (who helped raise me from age 7 to 14) left me an inheritance that was just enough to cover the cost.
Summer 2022 came and the last of my inheritance from the sale of my grandparents house allowed me to pay for the IVF and we started the process.
Cont. In post 3
Part 3 comes with a TW
The summer of 2022 we started the IVF process
To start with we had to get my body ready for the egg retrieval. To do this I had to do 6 weeks of twice daily injection in my lower stomach along with taking oral hormones.
The day of egg retrieval itself was relatively easy as they put me under general anesthesia. So I was OUT. they were able to retrieve 11 eggs. The aftermath of the retrieval? BRUTAL I felt like I was in labor or something similar for the next 3 days. I couldn't walk around without doubling over and having to lamaz breath to get through the pain and cramps. It was awful and I pray that I never have to do the egg retrieval process again as I do not want to go through that again. The thought makes me wanna cry.
The day of the egg retrieval they did assisted fetus hatching. This gave us 9 fertilized embryos from the 11 eggs retrieved. They then scraped the outer part of the embryos then flash froze them and sent the scrapings off to be genetically tested.
Tangent: during this time other things in my personal life imploded and I'm still having to clean up that mess. And the stress from the implosion probably contributed to what happened next...
At the beginning of December we got the results back. Out of the 9 embryos 2 were genetically viable both were little girl embryos. Shortly after Christmas I started a new set of injection hormones. This time to get ready to transfer one of the embryos in January. The transfer itself was the easiest part of this whole process!! I went in laid down they inserted a clear catheter got the embro out thawed it and plopped it into my uterus and then began the 2 week wait. Which sucked as I was on bedrest and the cabin fever was REAL.
The transfer was successful as 2 weeks later I got that much hoped for double pink line and my HCG levels were perfect 💜 The ultrasound pictured was taken when I was around 5 weeks gestation and I couldn't have been happier!
But it wasn't to last.... Cont. In post 4
Part 4
After confirming my pregnancy we couldn't have been more excited to meet our little girl. We started thinking about names and talking about future plans.
I went in for my 7 weeks ultrasound and the universe in its ever sarcastic sardonic dumb dumbness hit the "repeat 2019 miscarriage"button. There was a gestational sac but no fetus. Get ready to miscarry.
A week passed and no signs of miscarriage (see where this is going yet?) Then one night around 9 pm I started hemorrhaging but thank goodness I had a best friend who wasn't squeamish because she drove me to the ER at midnight and proceeded to help me though one of the most traumatic experiences I've been thru bearable. She made sure to make me laugh and was a true friend.
A few days after the ER visit I went back to UofU and met with my Dr where I found out that there was still pregnancy tissue. So she had me take a pill to re-induce the miscarriage to get everything out. With my luck. It. Didn't. Work. So my last option? Another D&C. Yay. Me.
I told the Dr that this time I needed to go into the OR and be put under. She was understanding and that is what we did. So here I am 1 year into the process and preparing to start the transfer process for a second time. This time? I'm bringing y'all with me.”
I just needed to vent. And the story doesn't add up. Please let me know what you think. Thank you!

Share with gym mates. After almost three years of dedicating myself exclusively to my baby and overcoming the breastfeeding period, I have recovered time for myself, to exercise, and for my partner. You already know from what I wrote last time, what I have begun to feel every day in the gym. I am very grateful for your advice. I have talked to my husband and he has taken it very well, in fact this has fueled our desire to resume our swinger encounters as we did before the pandemic and before the baby. Unfortunately, he works in the mornings and has free afternoons, but I have free mornings, but in the afternoon I take care of my baby. I mean we can't train together. We have finally decided to modify our rule "always be together when sharing intimacy with others." From now on, we will both be able to share a certain level of intimacy with another person, as long as there is no penetration, and always with the intention of adding our partner in future encounters. . We are both happy with the change and quite excited. Tomorrow will be Friday, I will train in the morning... I can't stop thinking about what will happen... now surely when the baby sleeps we will have a great time with my love. bye

Ever since I was younger i've felt like I was left out and didn't have many friends. I moved across the UK when I was 5 and even at that young age it didn't help that I was moving schools. In year nine (age 13/14) I made my first actual group of friends; but even then I was never anyone's number one friend. I wasn't invited over as much as anyone else, secrets were kept from me, things would go on that I didn't know about and overall I was second best at most. I was friends with them until year eleven (age 15/16) and when we moved across to sixth form I gained a different group of friends.
I never had any problems with bullying in school and it's safe to say I was a generally likeable person, but moving into sixth form initially without anyfriends was very difficult. About 2 months in I did gain my new group of friends, but the same thing happened again - I wasn't anyone's number one best friend. I know this probably doesn't sound that hard but knowing you were always second best has had a lasting affect on me. Knowing I was almost disposable in a way I guess? I know my friends liked me, but I wasn't really that important. After finishing sixth form at age 18 and moving onto university, I chose not to live at Uni and travel everyday because the accommodation just didn't work out.
I ended up going to uni with one of my good friends from school. We weren't in the same friendship group before and never saw each other outside of school but we always got on well and we have the same sense of humour. We both commute every day for Uni and she has become my best friend in the whole world.
She is sweet, funny, kind, generous, incredibly smart and so many other things and I know I am her number one best friend aswell. Us both not living at uni has definitely altered how we have made friends as neither of us really have any close friends at uni. We both talk to people and get along with them, but us both commuting together has helped us become great friends. I am finally someones number one best friend and it's everything I ever imagined to be honest, I'm so grateful to have her, but I struggle a lot with jealousy.
She has an amazing boyfriend who I also love and get on well with. They go together like two peas in a pod and I know one day they're gonna get married. I have my own wonderful boyfriend who I love so much and I'm in no way jealous of her relationship, I don't think either of our relationships is better than the other. But why do I still feel jealous?
I'm so happy she has this great guy that takes her out and treats her how she's meant to be treated, but I almost feel like I'm being left out again. I feel second best all over again when I see them together and I feel awful about it. She isn't leaving me out in any way either, I probably see her the same amount and we also do fun things together - for example we recently did a murder mystery night away for my birthday - but how can I stop feeling like this?
I know this stems from me always feeling second best, and feeling afraid that I am again, but I don't want to feel that way. I know she loves us both, so why do I compare myself? And before anyone suggests it, no I'm not in love with her. Does anyone have any advice? I could really use it.

I'm looking for a good activity for my husband and our 8 year old son to do during the summer, our son loves looking for rocks, shiny things, and is super excited to try gold panning but he is g colorblind, he can't seem to tell the difference between silver, copper, and gold color but that could just be him not expressing what he sees very well. We forage together often and he's pretty good at discerning plant species without the use of g color perception but obviously plants and metals/minerals are different. I'm a bit worried about him not getting as much enjoyment out of it if does pans and isn't able to tell if he's getting anything.
The plan would be to set out on camping weekends together with the goal of panning & fishing while camping.

To start this off, I am not a felon. My case has been dismissed but after applying to be an Ubereats driver I saw that it is still in my background check.
About a year ago, I went wit some “friends” to get their car back from one of their sisters. One of the friends was someone I had fallen in love with previously and the other friend was her girlfriend. I was down bad but that version of me would’ve never let anything happen to her.
We pull up to the sisters house and me and the girlfriend get out the car. Because the sister didn’t want to see the other girl, so she waited in the car. The sister came out with a whole group of people and started talking about gas, I said they didn’t owe them anything.
They all walked up on me and I backed up all the way to my car. I sprayed pepper spray to get them all to back up, it didn’t work. (The sister sprayed me with pepper spray as well). Me and the sister started fighting, she got on top of me, and I bit her. Someone pulled her away and then 3-4 of the girls started jumping me.
After a little while, my “friend” jumped out the car and the alarms started blaring. The other friend tossed me my keys and we got in the car. I wouldn’t leave because I didn’t have my phone, they stole it. The police arrived and arrested me for felonious assault for the pepper spray and made me look like the aggressor.
Got out of jail a day before my birthday. My case got dismissed but it’s still on my record. I have a new job and they said the background checks are taking a minute. They said they usually do but I feel like they might find it and I would be very upset if they chose not to work with me because of that.
I know where I went wrong in the situation, I shouldn’t have even been there. Should I talk to them ahead of time in case they find something? Or should I be quiet for now and say something if they address me about it?

Hello, I have been harboring a resentment in regards to my college roommate. To set the scene: When she got married 15 years ago, I set aside an entire weekend to engage in her pre wedding and wedding activities… even driving home ((over an hour each way) in between to take care of childcare stuff and then driving back down to prewedding things in one day so as not to miss out on anything as my roommate had a bunch of things including photo sessions planned (to be clear: I was not in her wedding. These were photo sessions that included all of her old college friends) Anyway, a few years later, my father died. I called her on a Monday to let her know, and to also let her know that the memorial service was planned for Friday. She lived about an hour away. Her reply was that she already had plans, it was her father‘s birthday, or something like that…. Which was fine. I understand that not everybody can always be free the night of a funeral or memorial service. I guess I just figured she would reach out to me again and maybe plan a visit to see me in a couple weeks. That never happened. As a matter fact, I didn’t hear from her for several years. Anyway, this has been eating away at me. My husband says I need to let it go and that it’s not that big of a deal. But I feel like it is. Am I the asshole ?

What are your thoughts on the season 3 timeline? Do you think it will be in chronological order or will they use flashbacks like in the comics? And what will happen in episode 4 specifically?
I think: - Episode 1: Beach Day, ILY, Menorca (Episode ends with theLove can't cure mental illness speech, How can I make it Ok by Wolf Alice plays) - Episode 2: Nick's Birthday, 1. Doctor's Visit, Charlie's mental health getting worse, fights with Jane - Episode 3: Hospital - Episode 4: This Winter & New Years
(I stole the graphic from heartstopper_obsessed on IG)

My boyfriend and I have been together for almost 2 years. We are very happy together, just bought a house and have plans to get engaged this year. Over the past year his mother's behavior has been completely out of line.
My boyfriend has always had a strained relationship with her, but in the last two years we have been together I've witnessed it and it’s gotten out of control. She treats him like a child, gets mad if we make our own decisions, sends rude texts, expects him and me to be at her beck and call for tasks and errands (if my boyfriend says no she will withdraw love), bullies him and says so many uncalled for and hurtful things.
The day we closed on our home, his mom called him and said "Your relationship is toxic, there's a list of things I don't like about her, it's her fault you bought a house with her, etc.” she never once said congratulations the entire house buying process.
Anything we don't do her way, she throws a fit, makes rude comments or acts like a child.
For example, I am of the jewish religion, which she has always been very welcoming of and in the past has gotten me gifts for the Jewish holidays. This past Christmas she told my boyfriend I could go sit in the other room of their house alone while she put a church service on tv. On Christmas Day, his sisters husband got air pod and lululemon and I got a $9 box of packing cubes.
When we first started dating his mom was very welcoming; always complimenting me, saying we were a great couple. About a year ago after we moved in together I noticed she started acting differently towards me.
She will blame anything she can on me to make me look like a bad person. Now that I know what she thinks of me, I have no desire to be around her or involve her in any part of my life. She went on to say I need to do work on my end to mend the relationship with her.
My boyfriend has said for a while, she is very close to being out of our life. He had a sit down conversation with his mother and his father about her behavior and how we are feeling, expressed that it cannot continue and she agreed to apologize to me.
It's been more than two months, so my boyfriend informed his dad that she has yet to reach out to me- to which he responded "she thought we were past it" and my boyfriend made it clear that she still needs to apologize. A couple days later he called his mom and had to beg her to apologize to me. When he asked her to say sorry she lied and said she already apologized to me, which never happened. And I started going crazy thinking maybe she did and i didn’t remember ( add gaslighting to the list)
The disrespect has gone on for too long and her inability to apologize for the hurtful things she has said tells me everything we need to know. She doesn't treat her son like an adult or with any ounce of respect. She has no desire to have a relationship with me or even suck it up for the sake of her son's happiness. I feel bad for my boyfriend since he has been dealing with her his whole life and he doesn't deserve to be treated like this. His older sister moved 6 hours away and hardly comes home to visit and I think we know why.

So we’re expecting our first baby in late July. We always host a summer party each year and will do so this year as well, one month before our due date. I’m very excited and really do want us to host this event even though I know it will be tough on me. But now my husbands planned a visit from a friend who lives far away the week before this event and he’s supposed to stay for 2-3 days and I just feel like that is something I really really do not want. We get along fine but I wouldn’t call him my friend since I don’t really like his values and he treated his ex wife horribly. However he is a really good friend to my husband and their friendship is really important to my husband and I do not need to love all of his friends. I don’t know why him coming is stressing me out but I feel like I won’t have an escape since I will be 35 weeks pregnant and they will want their space and privacy and I kind of feel a bit vulnerable… maybe it makes no sense since I’m inviting 15 people the week after who are also supposed to spend the night but all of them are close friends and it just doesn’t feel the same. Any perspectives?

She’s prettyyyy and gorgeous and everything else, she just never had a boyfriend and now she turned 22 and the entire birthday was a sorrowful event and it’s getting her down so bad. Some bitch she’s friends with kept nagging her about the fact and I feel so bad for her :((( when she’s out that stupid fucking cunt gets all the attention because her puffy fucking filler Botox face makes their dudes go crazy I guess. She talked about wanting a nose job now out of the blue, what can I even say besides oh bestie nooo you’re so pretty you’ll find someone, that doesn’t cut it anymore and god I love her

I need help picking a watch for my husband. I know that there is a major price difference between these two. He has worn an Apple Watch for years and is an avid runner, but the watches never hold a charge for that long and he is getting sick of the look. I am going to surprise him with one for his birthday. I personally prefer the look of the fenix better but I’m not a huge smart watch person. Thoughts?!

I happened to watch this today. I feel like not only Mica’s family but all those who deeply care about justice for Mica, would appreciate this clip in the event they haven’t seen it already. This is more proof for the case to be thoroughly investigated.
We Don’t See Grief: Body Language Expert on Mica Miller’s Pastor Husband -
https://youtu.be/gTLAGOTcxo0?si=AhUoOb4hjSkQTMk2
When I watched the memorial psycho JP put on, I found it not surprising how he did not allow anyone other than that other pastor to speak about beautiful memories about Mica. All “controlled” from an out of control person. But also, watching it, it just felt so incredibly “off.”
Listening to this link above, helped me understand WHY. It’s weird all the things we as humans pick up on that we can’t articulate like this body language expert but just sense it, ie gut knowings. I pray everyday for Mica, Mica’s family, and ALL those victims of JP Miller and the ring leader his father. Mica belonged to Jesus not to JP. False prophets will be humbled.
Additionally, false prophets are a liability to the Christian faith. It’s what makes people run from the Bible. But like anything in life, those that truly are in Christ trust the process of life. Even in the valleys of the shadow of death.
There was a gentlemen on the Solid Rock YouTube channel that posted John 2:2-22 in the comments on one of the vids. WOW. An important read for all Christians.
Hugs.

justiceformica 💜

“False Teachers and Their Destruction
2 But there were also false prophets among the people, just as there will be false teachers among you. They will secretly introduce destructive heresies, even denying the sovereign Lord who bought them—bringing swift destruction on themselves. 2 Many will follow their depraved conduct and will bring the way of truth into disrepute. 3 In their greed these teachers will exploit you with fabricated stories. Their condemnation has long been hanging over them, and their destruction has not been sleeping.
4 For if God did not spare angels when they sinned, but sent them to hell,[a] putting them in chains of darkness[b] to be held for judgment; 5 if he did not spare the ancient world when he brought the flood on its ungodly people, but protected Noah, a preacher of righteousness, and seven others; 6 if he condemned the cities of Sodom and Gomorrah by burning them to ashes, and made them an example of what is going to happen to the ungodly; 7 and if he rescued Lot, a righteous man, who was distressed by the depraved conduct of the lawless 8 (for that righteous man, living among them day after day, was tormented in his righteous soul by the lawless deeds he saw and heard)— 9 if this is so, then the Lord knows how to rescue the godly from trials and to hold the unrighteous for punishment on the day of judgment. 10 This is especially true of those who follow the corrupt desire of the flesh[c] and despise authority.
Bold and arrogant, they are not afraid to heap abuse on celestial beings; 11 yet even angels, although they are stronger and more powerful, do not heap abuse on such beings when bringing judgment on them from[d] the Lord. 12 But these people blaspheme in matters they do not understand. They are like unreasoning animals, creatures of instinct, born only to be caught and destroyed, and like animals they too will perish.
13 They will be paid back with harm for the harm they have done. Their idea of pleasure is to carouse in broad daylight. They are blots and blemishes, reveling in their pleasures while they feast with you.[e] 14 With eyes full of adultery, they never stop sinning; they seduce the unstable; they are experts in greed—an accursed brood! 15 They have left the straight way and wandered off to follow the way of Balaam son of Bezer,[f] who loved the wages of wickedness. 16 But he was rebuked for his wrongdoing by a donkey—an animal without speech—who spoke with a human voice and restrained the prophet’s madness.
17 These people are springs without water and mists driven by a storm. Blackest darkness is reserved for them. 18 For they mouth empty, boastful words and, by appealing to the lustful desires of the flesh, they entice people who are just escaping from those who live in error. 19 They promise them freedom, while they themselves are slaves of depravity—for “people are slaves to whatever has mastered them.” 20 If they have escaped the corruption of the world by knowing our Lord and Savior Jesus Christ and are again entangled in it and are overcome, they are worse off at the end than they were at the beginning. 21 It would have been better for them not to have known the way of righteousness, than to have known it and then to turn their backs on the sacred command that was passed on to them. 22 Of them the proverbs are true: “A dog returns to its vomit,”[g] and, “A sow that is washed returns to her wallowing in the mud.”

I, (F26), and my husband, (M41), were together from 2016 until 2022 and we got back together in March of this year. We met in 2015 when I went to live with my father in New York. My father has a company that is a partner of my ex's company. We met at one of the company's parties, but at the time I was dating someone else and so was he. In May 2016, there was another party, and we met again, both single at the time. We ended up exchanging contact information and started dating. Some time after we started dating, he introduced me to his son from a previous relationship. At the time, the boy was 7 years old, but now he's 14. His mother was no longer present in his life because she had started a new family and told my husband that the boy didn't fit into her new family. The boy and I quickly bonded, and two years later (2018), he called me 'mom' for the first time. In 2019, (M41) and I got married. In 2020, during the pandemic, we had our son, who is now 4 years old, and in 2022, I became pregnant again with a girl who is now 1 year old.
We broke up after he cheated on me at a friend's party. He confessed to me what he had done, and I ended things. At the time, I was two months pregnant. However, I'm not a resentful person, so we remained friends and are great co-parents. His older son lives with me and my ex, and after the breakup, he moved to an apartment 10 minutes away from our house. In summary, we have a great relationship. After a few months of separation, he started dating another woman, (F39). This woman is one of my uncle's wife's best friends, so I had seen her a few times before she started dating my ex. My ex and I have birthdays very close to each other, just three days apart. Every year, we go to Greece together, and last year, even though we were separated, was no different. It was just the two of us, our children, and his mother. One night, we went out and left the kids with his mother. We drank, and he tried to get with me, but I refused. We went back to the hotel, and he went to his room. We never talked about what happened again. Last Christmas, he was in Toronto for work, so we decided to go there as a family. What I didn't know is that he had broken up with (F39) because he wanted a second chance with me. Since then, he has been trying to regain my trust. In March, we talked, and I said we would get back together under certain conditions, which he agreed to. All our close friends and family knew we had rekindled our relationship, but we never shared anything on social media. Last month was my uncle's wedding, and when we arrived, my husband and I came face to face with his ex. We ignored her, but she stared at us throughout the entire ceremony. A few days after the ceremony, my uncle's wife's sister called me. She told me that (F39) had had a psychotic episode after seeing me with my husband. She had tried to contact my husband, but he had blocked her on everything. The news spread quickly, but it spread in a different version. The version that spread is that I had broken up with my husband without revealing a reason and that after seeing him happy with another woman, I asked him to leave her, and he obeyed me. Now everyone is calling me an idiot.
Can anyone help me with what to do? I'm being lynched by people who heard the other version of the story.

Link to the original post https://www.reddit.com/AITAH/s/jbfxzF7bwm
First I want to thank everyone who replied to my post with constructive opinion or even criticism. I did my best to read as much replies as possible to only realize that I wasn’t looking for a judgement as much as I was looking for advice.
I want to correct some wrong assumptions and clear some facts as I wasn’t able to do this in my previous post it was too long already. Personally I don’t believe there are bad guys in my story and this is to correct some of the wrong assumptions about my husband and my older brother. My husband never was a person that care for any materialistic possessions and he has a moral compass that still impresses me after all of these years together. I truly believe that his stance on the situation that we are going through comes only from his deep concern for our family .
Now if I want to explain my brother’s , it is because he got the most backlash with a lot of wrong interpretations to his character. I will not talk about how he always been a very loving and protective brother growing up to both my middle brother and me but I will talk about the six years that I have lived in his house under his care when my first husband died where I spent one year bed bound and almost two years in a wheelchair. My brother took care of me and my daughter in every way possible. I realize that he usually comes across as a rigid person but for people who really know him they know how big his heart is . He truly is the keeper for our traditions, he likes to constantly remind us all with how things always been done but he has never been cruel or controlling . We listen to him out of respect and not fear.
For the important part that I think most commentators were confused about is how our finances are handled. When I mentioned my personal accounts I was referring to funds that were my inheritance from my late husband plus my inheritance from my father that wasn’t in form of shares and properties. When my father inheritance was divided all assets were divided equally in form of shares to a holding company that is responsible for managing all investments. My middle brother and myself were never interested in getting involved we both know that our older brother thinks taking care of everyone is his personal responsibility and also we have never felt like he acts controlling with how we handle our expenses. The properties that he already gifted my nephews and nieces and plan on gifting my daughter are actually properties gifted from his own funds that has nothing to do with any shared accounts.
My brother stance towards my sponsorship of my stepchildren can appear as controlling but understanding cultural background might change how one feels about it .
Still I have read all your opinions and suggestions and regardless of whether I’m considered right or wrong , I still want to keep a relationship with my stepchildren even though I know that they have already decided to move away and settle in their home country . I have talked to my middle brother about the situation and although he agrees with my older brother that a line should be drawn between caring for them while they are living with us and inheritance, he still thinks there is no need to create such a hard time for everyone over two properties and he promised to have a talk with my older brother where he would tell him that he wants to gift my stepchildren a farewell gift when they decide to go back and settle in their home country . I feel so much better now for involving my middle brother maybe this whole situation can be resolved with everyone’s feelings unhurt