Quotes about missing moms from daughters

Breaking Mom - chocolate & whine

2013.08.12 07:03 Breaking Mom - chocolate & whine

MOMS ONLY. Just say what's going on. No judgments, no nastiness. READ THE RULES.
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2018.05.04 19:44 petitedipdop Toilet-bound Hanako-kun

A subreddit dedicated to the Toilet-bound Hanako-kun (Jibaku Shounen Hanako-kun, 地縛少年花子くん). The manga is created by Aidairo (あいだいろ) and published in Square Enix's GFantasy monthly magazine. The anime is produced by studio Lerche.
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2011.10.20 05:03 Early Childhood Education: Teacher & Professional Forum

Come learn, grow, and contribute with us. We are an early childhood education discussion forum for ECE teachers to share ideas, advice, questions, current events, and experiences with each other, other ECE related professionals, parents and carers.
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2024.05.16 23:16 NASKAii there are strangers in my home.

i’m so depressed, i really need someone to talk to but i don’t want to tell people IRL about my situation but i really need help sometimes…………. so background story, i have always been close to my family, i loved them all even if they annoyed me which they annoyed me all the time, it was me, my two little sisters and then my little brother, my parents and grandmother A (i have to grandmothers, to avoid confusion i will refer to them as grandmother A and grandmother B) i have loved grandmother A so much because she basically raised me, my parents never had time to pay any physical affection to me, but she did. i have always been so close to her all my childhood. grandmother B on the other hand, not so much, i never liked her, she had always been degrading me, she’s just the type of person it’s not her fault, she’s genuinely just unlikable and everyone says the same thing about her, you know i hate my mom for picking her behavior up but im scared that i would too if i became a mother, i’m scared of calling my daughter ugly or complain about the same mistakes over and over for hours non stop calling her all sorts of names in front of all sorts of people, that’s how my mom was like to me, that’s how grandmother B treated my mom too, but that’s not the point the point is that i hate grandmother B and i want her to stay away from me and everything i have. before college started i spent all day home, helping around the house and just generally being happy, i had so much fun, when college started everything changed, grandmother B left her home because she had a heart surgery and she decided to live with my family, i hated every second of being at home because she existed there. keep in mind i go to college from 9 AM to 5 PM almost every single day, so that was good i could stay away from her a little, but the minute i stepped indoors i was criticized by her, so i picked up the habit of staying in my room for as long as possible, talking to my friend over discord and just practicing/doing homework. my father told me that it feels like im disconnected from them but i was having enough fun in my room i didn’t want to engage with my own family. things slowly changed at march my midterm exams started, grandmother A and my sister left the house, my sister went to a different city for a studying for her final highschool exam and grandmother A moved with her, i never noticed at first because i was too busy studying and stressing about midterms, during this time period grandmother B went to stay with my aunt for a while just because she missed my aunt, april came and my exams were still going on lol, until it finished and i looked at how my family has changed and how disconnected i was to them, my parents were never home but that was the case with them always… they always come home very late from work, i was in my room tryin not to die from depression of my midterms and the whole house was just to my little sister and my little brother, who had always had a very strong bond and they started cooking together for dinner without anyone’s supervision, which is valid because they get hungry and my mom isn’t home and i’m too busy studying, but also dangerous because they’re children. i was asked to look after them but i refused i told them im busy with studying (i was very busy trust me) and that it’s not my job (it was indeed my job) so they bring grandmother B back… but not alone…. with a domestic worker from cameroon, who has nothing to do with me nor my family but that is a VERY VERY long story, it’s hell all over again the fact that i don’t want to step out of my room because of her and that girl from cameroon, but now that my exams were over and my friend suddenly stopped talking with me which made me so sad. but i have much bigger problems, i hate home, everything changed. grandmother B is not even a “stranger” yet i consider her as one and now a whole new human being from a whole new continent?? please don’t get me wrong i respect this girl so much and i even talk with her but i don’t want her here, in my home. she’s not a part of my family i don’t feel comfortable being in my house anymore. i usually reach home at almost around 6 after class and immediately run to my room close my door and cry, i cry because i disconnected myself from my family and because i miss grandmother A so much. even my little brother and sister have spiraled into depression as they are very socially distant human beings and now a stranger is walking in our house, my little siblings changed crazily they also distance themselves they’re still not comfortable and they complain to me. i tell them everything will be okay and that grandmother A and our sister will come back, grandmother B and the cameroon girl will go soon but i keep asking and looking after the situation, it feels like everything will stay the same for a long time…. home doesnt feel like home anymore it feels like coming to a place filled with sad people and going back out in the morning. my father knew i was upset with the way i locked myself in my room he asked me if a guy broke my heart but no guys broke my heart the shape of my family has broke my heart. i want things to go back to normal.
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2024.05.16 23:12 GolfMental1238 AITAH for trying to split up my sister from her husband?

I know how this may sound and also know that if my sister ever see this she won’t talk to me again but I need to know it I’m being unreasonable. I’ll try to be straight to the point and not lie about anything, pardon me if still ends up being a little long. Also sorry for any mistakes, English is not my first language.
Me (27 female) and my sister (30 female) moved to US almost six years ago as exchange visitors. I’ll call her Sara, fake name.
Four years ago, after jumping from host family to another host family, Sara ended up moving to Portland, I was leaving in Tacoma so we would see each other sometimes. She met a guy, John (36yo male) and started going out with him. I believe they hung out for about a year, but never serious. He always told my sister that he would never have anything serious with her. Aparantly he was recent divorced and was still attached to the ex. When I told my sister I was moving to Colorado, she decide to move too and changed to another host family, living 1 hour away from me . Everything was going good, we used to hang out almost every weekend, she was taking care of herself, going to gym, even meeting knew people. Until the day that John started to message her and me on Facebook bagging me to help him get back with her. I never helped, told him that he didn’t value her and now she moved on. But God, was I wrong? This man showed up to my sister host family house, uninvited, and the host family (on their right to do it) got very upset that a strange had their address and kicked her out of their house, causing her to not complete the last months of exchange.
I always hated that, hated the fact that I know my sister shared the address, the fact that she fell for his bullshit again ruining what she had. My host family allowed her to live with us for 1 months and then she moved to Texas to live with him.
Fast forward 3 years, they both live together in Texas, my sister became miserable, she doesn’t take care of herself, has no career, work two jobs, pay all the bills by herself (she claims she’s being paying everything by herself for only 6 months) but me and my family know it’s longer than that. I tried to tell her once how she deserves better and she didn’t talk to me for weeks and said I was dead to her. I get it, I should leave it alone, she’s an adult. But hurts me seeing someone lose so much potential in someone else that is not worth it.
Here are some other points it makes me hate their relationship:
He’s unemployment status: he’s constantly “looking for jobs” never stick long enough to it and when he’s unemployed he’s always sleeping or watching Anime.
He doesn’t help at home, my sister works 60 hours a week and when get home the dishes are dirty and he’s telling her how he’s hungry. What????
His anger issues: he thinks that is ok to beat people. And the only reason he don’t do it now is because he avoids to go out, to bars, to drink, tell my sister what to wear so he “doesn’t have to lose his temper with any men”. Like, control yourself.
He was arrested twice. Once, him and his fucked up ex wife had a fight because one she cheated on him and second she pinched their daughter, because of that he slaps her gets arrested. Second arrest was because he got upset about a man “calling him a bitch” over the phone and he searched this man from bar to bar and beat the man very bad. And both of this he told my fiance since my sister try to hide that he has issues.
Every time my sister almost opened her eyes he would come up with some bullshit about how he was planning to propose and after she came back he would say he’s not ready for marriage. I saw that as god sign for her to leave before making the mistake to get married, but unfortunately she did.
He has two kids that was not raised by him because of his arrests, the kids had a hell of childhood because of the abusive mother too, but instead of be present in their life now, nope. He’s not. His son has physiological issues and he tells everyone his kids is a psychopath. Instead of be a dad and try to help his kids, he shits on them.
He’s jealousy, my sister became another person. She used to dress pretty, had a beautiful and healthy body, loved makeup, going ou, having friends… now my sister is 15kg heavier, dress covering herself, never wear any top or shorts in the gym… I heard him once telling her the she promised him to not wear shorts and top at the gym. ?????
I don’t think my sister will ever have a comfortable life because is always her working, he’s already 36yo. I don’t think she should settle for such shitty life.
Last one, my sister is slowly becoming him, she has no career yet, is working at dentist office front desk (no problem with that) but she has a degree, experience, why she’s not working on her career?
Now I’ll say, the only thing that makes me guilty is because he had a very hard childhood, mom with drug issues, abusive step dad, poverty and that I can sympathize with. But this doesn’t mean he’s a good husband.
I know I probably should just leave her alone and she’ll open her eyes eventually, but men how do I love this girl. We grew up so close, we have each others back, I know how big her heart is and how good of a person she is. Her only issue? Not racional, her heart speaks for her and I’m afraid she’ll live this shitty life forever. Now part of the reason may be because I’m selfish and just don’t want to be linked to their mess, I’m actually embarrassed every time he talks about his life. After my engagement party where a lot of people me them, I had to hear comments about “how bad he talked about his kids”, “he seems like someone that doesn’t like to work”… and I just hate being linked to that.
Am I wrong for constantly telling her to leave him?
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2024.05.16 23:12 fanofhistory2029 The Platonic Ideal Life Path

I've recently been reflecting on my efforts at being more productive and started writing some longer form content to help structure my thoughts.
I wrote up the below in the past few days and wanted to share. Perhaps some of you have also found yourself hindered by an ongoing search for the ideal life path vs. just enjoy the journey.
Hope you find this helpful!
Despite your inflated sense of yourself, you are not, amongst all other humans, impervious to being brainwashed. This is a hardwired feature of your mind and a circuit that is operating at all times, if you allow it to do so. You aren’t being brainwashed in the cartoonish mode of being made to act like a chicken or empty your wallet. However, you are being brainwashed nonetheless.
Replace the word “brainwashed” with “influenced” and you may start to see my point. If you read me, you are not a fan of the influencers for stupid people (a la Andrew Tate) but perhaps you have more refined taste (Huberman, Attia, Ferriss, Jocko, Peterson, Newport). If there are any such personalities you are a fan of, I assure you that in your efforts to live a more productive, successful, disciplined life… you have been brainwashed.
I want to focus on how quickly the messages that you hear from these sources transition into “shoulds” that run in the background of your daily self-talk. These sources are an unending stream of great ideas for how you should wake up, how you should work, how you should eat, how you should exercise, how you should have sex, how you should meditate, how you should partake in leisure and so on. Notice that they don’t always come in the form of a statement that says “you should do x.” They may come in the form of “my typical daily routine looks like y”. Either way, your mind is primed and ready to sponge it all up.
If you were but a simple peasant farming in Ye Olde England six hundred years ago, your life was governed by a very rigid set of “shoulds”. There was the Bible, there were social norms, the rules of the king, and so. However, these were still a relatively manageable list of rules that one could live by, and it was not unreasonable to assume that you could mostly stay on the Righteous Path. Fast forward to the algo-influencer age and all bets are off. Open up any platform and within minutes, you’ll be bombarded with more “shoulds” than you can possibly keep in mind at once. This observation comes with no value judgment on the quality of what we are being told, I am only commenting on the volume.
You are wrong if you tell me that you are effective at curating the good stuff that will improve your life from the algo-influencer-Youtube-podcast-x regime. I know you think you are because, as we noted, you are a fan of the high class, refined content. The good stuff. The science backed stuff. Here’s the thing, once a source of information finds some sort of “resonance” with your subconscious, you are going to suck it all right up. All the great stuff you hear will immediately seep into your subconscious and become a constant quiet voice in the back of your mind berating you with a litany of “shoulds.”
Alas, you object - it’s all good stuff. Huberman has me locked onto managing my dopamine levels, Attia has me optimizing my diet, Dr. Zoidberg has me keeping limber, and Cal Newport is showing me how to live a deep life. I want to point out three problems with what is going on here.
Problem #1 - Your mind is not actually asking what end purpose is being served by adopting the idea that you “should” be doing a given thing.
Let’s cue Jocko Willink on this one. I am someone who, for many years, felt it was important to wake up at 4:30am because of… discipline. Why? Well, I must get up early to be up before the enemy and for freedom. I note that discipline is the ultimate meta-”should”. Discipline means getting yourself to do all the “shoulds” on your list. Can anyone tell me what outcome I’m missing out on by not partaking in a daily cold plunge, heat plunge, ice bath, or looking at the sun within 15 minutes of waking up?
Problem #2 - Even if you have a desired end goal, your mind is not doing a rigorous job of assessing whether or not a given “should” will get you there.
Most of us would like more control of our daily schedule in order to have more freedom and flexibility. The grindset types on Youtube, or on X have a common solution for us. I am not likely taking a huge leap in that one “should” you have picked up is something to do with entrepreneurship. Ok, have you really considered whether starting your own business will give you more freedom? Maybe it will… I just suspect you picked up this idea without really looking at the pros and cons.
Problem #3 - Even if you’ve been bequeathed a fantastic, grade A, “should” from someone… you’ve got more than you can handle already.
If a “should” that you heard on Youtube or read in a book resonates for some reason, your mind will take it up and start beaming you subconscious messages to do that thing. Your mind will also happily send you 10 of these at once. Are they contradictory? Who cares? I “should” wake up at 4:30, and I should sleep at least 8 hours with no alarm clock. I should also consider being a night owl creative type, and stay up late to grind if life demands it. Some “shoulds” probably aren’t even really defined to any precision. I should be more driven, more mindful, more dynamic. I genuinely feel all those impulses and can’t even begin to tell you what it would like to actually do them. Mr. Brain has no problem with cognitive dissonance, and will dutifully tell me to live up to all of these.
Let’s now talk about Adam and Eve in the Garden of Eden (as an aside, yes I also feel a “should” to be more religious, spiritual, and penitent). Well, really I want to talk about The Promised Land. I know you… you are the hard driving, disciplined type. You like to punish yourself for not living up to your expectations. Alas, you are on the verge of getting there. If you could just get a few days in a row where you nail all your “shoulds,” it will all fall into place. One perfect day will lead to the next and the next. Then, I’ll have made it. I’ll be in the land of enlightenment (and oh so productive). Fellow pilgrim, I’m right there with you on the Righteous Path.
Wait a second, something feels off. Did I say above that our mind will happily adopt any set of “shoulds” no matter how contradictory or ill-defined they may be? And, did I also say that I’m striving to get to The Promised Land by doing “All the Shoulds”? If The Righteous Path is the road that leads to The Promised Land, I’ve got some bad news for you. You are permanently off The Righteous Path. This, my friend, is why you constantly feel like you are not living up to your expectations. They are impossible - you never had a chance. It’s ok though - Jesus died for your sins and there is still a path to salvation.
Oh, but, I’m not ready for salvation, I want to rock on. Here’s what we’d all prefer to do when faced with that sensation of being off the Path. It’s time to hunker down, and go to war, and GRIND. Don’t tell me I can’t do it all. When fate whispers, “You cannot Withstand The Storm,” the Warrior Whispers, “I am the Storm.” I’m feeling chills (no really, it’s a great quote). That’s how we roll. We man up and get that shit done. Well, I hate to be the one to break it to you, but if that worked you wouldn’t still be in the market for motivational content. You are still lost… no Youtube video is going to get out of the bottomless deep of the “should.”
Back to Jesus (gasp - you didn’t warn me this would be a borderline sacrilegious article). It’s okay, Jesus is fair game in the algo-world. This is that obnoxious pause point in a self help book where there’s a worksheet page and you are asked to write stuff down. Take 10 minutes and make yourself a list of all the “shoulds” that you are feeling at this point about your life. I’ll help you get going with some prompts: businesses to start, podcasts to create, books to read, daily rituals to adopt, food to eat/not eat, workout routine to start, races to run, people to call, projects to do. You get the idea.
More work for you. Now imagine your perfect day. I mean a day that checks all the boxes. I despise rap, but seek inspiration in imagining the productivity version of the Ice Cube hit, “It was a Good Day.” How would you spend your time? Think about it hour by hour, minute by minute. When do you wake up? What do you do after waking up? How much time do you spend working? What sort of work? What else do you do? Map it all out. Imagine this as a day where you fully control your schedule.
Are you still with me? Probably not. This is too many words for the internet and I’m asking too much of your lazy ass. You should be less lazy. See what I did there? Ok, next step. Map your perfect day onto reality. Take any of the days from the past week where you had real life commitments such as work meetings, errands, childcare and ask yourself how you would map this perfect day onto that reality. Where would the three hours of Cal Newport Deep Work fit? How would you wake up at 4:30am after being up late because your kid was sick or your friend from out of town was visiting?
My point is, of course, obvious. However, don’t underestimate what I am saying. I am not saying that you can’t always have your perfect day. I am saying you can never have the perfect day. You are imposing unrealistic expectations upon reality. This conflict has always existed and you had two choices: 1) Dig deeper and muscle through because you are failing as a person to be sufficiently disciplined, or 2) Accept that your “shoulds” were always impossible to fully satisfy, and try something different.
Here’s the last thing I want you to do for now. Go back to your “should” list from the first step and take a critical eye. I give you permission to cross out as many as you’d like. If you are unsure before you cross it out, ask yourself: Where did this idea come from? Does it help me lead a happier life? Do I even agree with the premise? When in doubt, cross it out and feel the freedom.
I’ll leave you with one last message - you are probably doing just fine. Are there improvements you can make in your life? Sure, we all can. However, you aren’t failing, you aren’t straying from The Righteous Path, and there is no Promised Land. There’s just the lower case p path, and that is alright.
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2024.05.16 23:11 JenH1974 Looking for any advice

I'm 50F married to 49M, who is also disabled vet, for 12 years been together for 14 years. In the beginning we had so much fun. Our sex life was so much fun. I've always had a high sex drive, but even in the beginning he would turn me down. I wanted to play three times a day but he said it was too much for him. We figured out what was good for both of us until I got pregnant and quit smoking and begged him to quit. He said he would. At some point I realized that he stopped kissing me and hugging me and being close to me. Then the sex started to slowly stop. I would initiate and get turned down. Always the same excuses. He was tired, his back or whatever hurts. We went to marriage counseling in 2019 it helped with the other issues but I didn't feel comfortable bringing up the sex issues. I would try to kiss him and all I'd get was a quick peck. At some point last summer we had a conversation about smoking. I asked him when was the last time he had a cigarette. He admitted to me that he never actually quit. He's been smoking this whole time and he learned how to hide it from me by not kissing and hugging me. He actually chose cigarettes over his wife.
Around the fall I realized that he was having some ed issues and suggested he talked to his Dr. He said it was because he was in so much pain. He did get some meds and he tried them but they didn't work and he said it was because of the pain. He didn't want to go back to marriage counseling he said talking about stuff doesn't help him. Last November I asked him if I could go find what I needed elsewhere. He said yes as long as he could too. That was strange for me to think about because if he couldn't stay hard for me or he wasn't interested in sex with me I didn't understand how that was going to work with someone else, but whatever that was for him to work out. I went on adult friend finder and met a few guys over a couple of months. I was definitely getting what I was missing for years. It wasn't just the sex it was the passion and being wanted that I was missing the most. After a couple of months he couldn't find anyone to hookup with so he asked me to stop. I have but I still play with guys online sexting.
My husband has changed a lot he's always angry and he yells and swears at me and the kids. I've been a stay at home mom at his request and we've lived comfortably on his disability income. I started having issues with my hips three years ago and just recently got them replaced and I have some issues from the last surgery I'm trying to get figured out and then I plan to get a job. I know for my own sanity and for my kids I need to get a divorce. I just don't know how to get out. My inheritance from my stepdad paid off our house. He would get half if we sold it. Even if I get a job I'm positive it's not going to be enough to support myself and three kids. If I had the kids full-time I would get about 600 a month but if I'm working clearly I wouldn't get all of it. I feel so trapped.
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2024.05.16 23:09 Lopsided_Gear_5330 I've tried so HARD

I have a ss (8) who has some behavior issues. My SO and I share a bio son (6) and I am so worried that these behaviors will rub off on him. My son had leukemia when he was 17 months old and was in treatment until 2021. He was very sheltered. SS came to live with us in 2022, and at first it was ok. It was good for bio son to have a child to be friends with. They have grown very close to one another. SS has been through some tough stuff. We put him into counseling right away when he came to live with us and he is still going weekly to this day. Right now we are on a waitlist to see a psychiatrist because his behaviors are getting worse. He is in trouble every single day at school. They had put him on a system early in the year where he gets points in every block of time. If he does well that school day he could earn 12 points. His goal is 9 points. He rarely makes his goal. He is in 2nd grade and doing things like leaving class to hang out in the bathroom with friends, stealing from his teacher, and outright refusing to do his school work. Like, he just says no. I ask him why does he think he can say no when all of the other students are required to do the work. His answer is that they choose to do the work and he chooses not to. It does not go well for him, he misses recess and then brings home anything he didn't do and we make him do it here. He purposefully and willfully breaks every rule at home and school. It is exhausting. He even did a muder for hire plot in the school year where he offered 2 other students money to murder schoolmate Norman. The school did not think that was cute and I had to be the one to apologize and work things out with school. He has hurt both of our dogs. We can not find a consequence that he cares about. I mean this kid just does not care and sometimes he will basically say so. I am growing more and more concerned. I am a SAHM, I want to be a stay at home mom so I can be there for my bio son. I do NOT want to put my son into daycare and I chose this so I could spend every possible moment with him. Now I am here with both kids. Which is what it is, I mean it makes sense since I am already at home, but HOLY CRAP this is becoming so much. I am on counseling too. I have been for years, since BS diagnosis. It isn't helping. I am getting mystery hives, random and excruciating stomach pains, tired beyond reason.
How can I help SS? We are a very consistent family. He has been living with us full time for over 2 years. Even his counselor has encouraged us to get in to see the psychiatrist because his behaviors are not balancing out. This is my 2nd post on here, I took my first one down because I felt like I wast explaining myself well. I guess I am looking for some encouragement or advice. Any stepparents out there who have successfully blended their families? How do other stepparents handle problematic sk's? What has worked for your families?
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2024.05.16 23:02 Violet-Flowersss Maxi-Challenge 6: Results

Maxi-Challenge 6: Results
Welcome back queens from our first ball! You had a tall order this challenge, and several of you did very well. Let’s not delay the results any longer!
Tracy Martel, you are safe
Absynthe, Mistress Anna Conda, Liz Onya, Raven Starfire, B*tch, and Miz Erie, you all represent the tops and bottoms of this challenge. Now, on to the critiques.
Absynthe: Absynthe, I love simple looks when they’re done right, and each and every one of your looks did simplicity right. I especially appreciate that you weaved a theme through all three looks. For your first look, I love that you went with a more recent trend. I can totally see Kim K wearing this in an “unexpected” paparazzi pic. At first, I was skeptical of the skirt, because tighter skirts or pants were more the style, but I actually appreciate that you didn’t directly copy a Kim K look. My only real critique is the shoes. I think the black laces, especially on clear shoes, takes away from the simplicity in the rest of the look and brings down the athleisurewear vibe. I would have preferred a sneaker or basic heel. I also kind of wish you had used a different lip, not only to break up a set, but also because big ass lips were more on trend for this style. Still, I really like this look as a whole. Now, your second look, I really really love. I instantly got this was a 60s look, yet it feels fresh to me. The dress is the perfect silhouette, and the squares you created are so crisp. The largest black square has a little blotch of gray that I immediately noticed, and I wish you had fixed it. But, that’s really the only thing here I can critique. I think my favorite part of this look is the mug, these eyes are just so right for a 60s look. Every choice your made with this second look is great. The third look is really the best in terms of simplicity done right. There’s not much going on, but all the details are so good and beautiful. I love the little belt below the waist, it helps convey the Greek/Roman feel you were going for. With the rest of the editing, there’s some small (small) issues. On the right side of the dress, there’s a gliterry piece sticking out that I think came from merging pieces together. I also feel like the shawl is oversaturated for this look. In a different look, it would be fine, but with the softness of the dress and overall feel of the look, that bright bright red doesn’t quite fit. Don’t think I didn’t notice that all the metals match this time though - I did and I appreciate it. Putting the small editing issues aside, this look is very beautiful and regal. In fact, all three looks are really great and beautiful. Great work Absynthe!
Mistress Anna Conda: Mistress, all three of your looks have a great concept, but fall short in terms of execution. For the first one, before you added a description, I really had no idea what decade or century you were going for. With the description, I kind of see the 2010s, but that should have been conveyed clearer. The wig is the main aspect thats makes this look feel older than the 2010s. And, I don’t love that you lightened it. The original color would have matched the pants, and if you didn’t want them to match, the wig should be a color thats more different than the pants. I appreciate that you recolored the necklaces to match the earrings, but I wish you had done the opposite, because the gold necklaces blend into the top, making it look even messier. The pants totally give 2010s, and the color is really nice. However, they don’t look like jeans, they look like leggings. Adding stitching or denim patterning would’ve made them look more like jeans. Its a nice look, I like the attitude and idea, but the small details are off and it missed the main goal of the challenge. Of your three looks, I think this second look is my least favorite. For one thing, this jumpsuit for a disco look is about the most expected choice ever. The recoloring is really nice, the teal and orange combo is really pretty. But, the balance is off. There is a lottt of teal and not a lot of orange. What’s really brining this look down, though, is the wig. To be frank, it looks like a dead bush with some green spores. If there was a reference, I wish you had provided it because I couldn’t find it online. I see the idea you had, and it could’ve been cute, but the colors really need to be changed. As a whole, I think this look is suffering from a lack of creativity and needs to be amped up. The third look is the best out of the three. Its very cute, and clearly reads as 1890s. She looks like a mix of little bo peep and mary poppins. The combination of pieces is really smooth, and the top and bottom come together to make a nice, cohesive dress. The only editing issue you have is on the top. Where the pink and blue meet, theres a rough, shaky black line. I think you were trying to make them look layers, but it just looks odd, and because of the fold that stretches across the shirt, that prevents the two different colors from looking like layers. Not to beat a dead horse, but another issue with the top is the stark difference in fabrics. The skirt is a very soft, almost matte material while the top is shiny and plasticy. They don’t look like they’d be a part of the same dress, ruining the illusion. The wig, hat, and gloves were a nice touch though and help elevate the look a bit. This look is mostly accurate for the 1980s, but what’s not right for the time period is the waist. The dress you’ve created is very unflattering, in that it completely eliminates your waist. Corsets were still popular in the 1890s, so at the very least, there should be a semblance of an hourglass figure. All three looks are nice, but not particularly stunning, mainly because of the details.
Liz Onya: Liz, each and every one of your looks is so great, and I can clearly tell you put a lot of thought and effort into every one. This first look of yours is so beautiful. I actually had to look up Akaska because I’ve never seen the movie, and all the references are so right. I especially like the headpiece, its very accurate to hers. My favorite part of this look is the smoke at the bottom, it really helps sell the mysterious vampire mystery. However… this is not a 2000s look. It kind of feels like a cope out. While the movie was made in the 2000s, the vampire your imitating is ancient Egyptian, and therefore dressed in a way thats meant to imitate ancient fashion. While others did imitate movie characters, their movie characters were from the 2000s canonically and therefore dressed in 2000s fashion. Vampires definitely were a big part of the 2000s, but if you had done Twilight instead, that would’ve fit the 2000s better because the fashion in that movie was from the 2000s. There’s no issues with your look, its gorgeous, but it does not fit the challenge prompt. Your second look is my favorite of the three, and dare I say, my favorite out of all the 1900s look. I could immediately tell this was from the 1980s, and I think you did the 80s in such a fun, new way. I love art, and I love when its incorporated into to fasion. The recoloring on the dress is just amazing. I love how it looks like its literally made of painted paper, and the shakiness of the lines works really well here because its accurate to the reference you provided. Even though it is very accurate to the reference, you still managed to make it your own by combining two references and through the wig and makeup choices. The body paint is fantastic, and even the white line on the wig looks like paint, a detail I love. The wig helps reinforce that this is an 80s look, and its blocky shape works perfectly with all the shapes throughout the dress. I don’t have a single negative thing to say about this look, incredible work. With your third look, I love love love that you went with a more obscure reference, and gave us a little history lesson. The editing really turns this into a stunning look. It easily could have been too basic if you left the dress as it is in the game, but that pool of blood at the bottom really amps up the horror here. The way you intertwined your fingers into the victims hair is so great and such an important detail. With the head, I do wish that the victims skin tone was different because at first glance it looks like your holding your own head. Using a different body type helped create a difference, but a different skin tone would have really hit it home. As for the victims body, I was really confused on what it was until I zoomed in on my laptop. All the dark blood all over the body makes it blend into the pool of blood, so its not clear that its a body. Less blood or a lighter outfit would have made it clearer. You do get extra credit for creating two 1800s looks, though. As for your head, the blood splatter on the face was such a great detail to add in there, I really love it. I would have liked a different mug, though. She looks almost surprised or sad - like shes not the one who just murdered a woman. A fiercer, meaner mug would’ve been better. The hair is great, it looks like the 1890s, but unkept and messy, adding the story. Overall, this look is so hauntingly beautiful, and tells such a great visual story. You just keep wowing me every challenge, Liz!
Raven Starfire: Raven, out of the three looks, I feel like you put the most thought and attention into the 1800s look, and let the others fall to the wayside. For your 2000s look… I’m really not loving it. You resubmitted it (which is fine) and I wish you hadn’t because I think the first submission was better. The blonde hair does not look good, the color is all wrong, and because it is so long, it completely ruins the rest of the look. The dark brown hair was a lot more complimentary and I felt it was a nice way for you to put your own spin on a Mean Girls look. The mismatched pinks really bother me, the jacket and the skirt aren’t the same shade and you could’ve easily fixed that. I’m not loving the top skirt combo otherwise either, the jacket is athleisurewear while the skirt is preppy. I think there was a lot more you could’ve done to make this look more cohesive and more unique; as-is, it reads as a knock-off mean girl. For the second look, I actually asked my mom if this look was accurate for the 80s (because she grew up then) and she confirmed that this is accurate for a boss bitch from the 80s. The makeup is great, she confirmed there were a lot of pastels in the 80s, and I like the expression the eye and lip combo makes. While all the pieces in the outfit are time-period accurate, I don’t love the look as a whole. Starting with the wig, I, for one, am not a fan of this wig already, but I think there were ways you could have improved it. But since you mentioned the big hair of the 80s, I really wish you had gone with a different wig entirely that was even bigger. I’ve seen my mom’s high school photos, and her hair takes up about 70% of the frame, so I would've loved to have seen you go really big. The same thing goes for the shoulder pads, I barely even noticed this top had them, which I wouldn’t care about if you hadn't mentioned big shoulder pads. The pattern on the top totally gives 80s, but I wish you had used a lower level of it, one that didn’t have the weird harness on it. If you wanted to keep the harness, I think it would've been nicer if it matched the skirt so the skirt color was tied into the shirt somehow. That also would’ve made the harness feel more like an intentional choice. I appreciate that you matched the shoes so exactly to the skirt, buttt I think white would’ve stood out more and tied into the gloves. This look is very accurate for the 80s, but I’m just not in love with it. Now, your 1800s look, I totally am in love with. It totally feels like its from the 1800s while still being unique and creative. The layering on the skirt is absolutely beautiful, I especially really appreciate the lace edges, it helps bring all the layers together into a cohesive look. The ruffles, the gloves, the pleats, its all so beautiful. Something was bothering me about the skirt, and it took me a little while to figure out what, but I realized the waist is not angled correctly. The figures of the queens in the game are angled to the right, so waistlines should be angled that same way. The waistline you created is angled head-on, and since the rest of the queen’s body and dress is not, it looks off. If that detail was fixed, this dress would be perfect. As for the mug, I love these eyes for this look. I’m not in love with the lips, though - the bright coral color doesn’t match the rest of the burnt tones in this look. I think a softer pink or orange lip would’ve worked better. But, these small issues don’t distract from the overall look too much, making for a stunning and beautiful look overall. If the other two looks were as great as the third look, you would be in the top, but the third look isnt enough to save you from the bottom on its own.
Btch: Btch, throughout all your looks, I can tell you really focused on refinement and cohesiveness. The first look is fine. It is not particularly inventive or creative, but it is cohesive. Even the small details go together. I especially appreciate how the zippers on the skirt match the jacket zippers, as do the silver hair accessories. The skirt color perfectly matches the fur on the jacket, which is great. Originally, my biggest issue was that you used the “Legally Drag” top to do an Elle Woods look, but then you deleted that reference pic. In doing so, you also deleted the decade you were referencing, which was in the challenge prompt. I still know you were going for the early 2000s, because I can’t erase my memory and you originally said so, but without the reference, it doesn’t totally give early 2000s. Elle Woods was over the top with how much pink she wore, that’s why she stood out - its not like that was an early 2000s trend. I don’t feel like this outfit is particularly inventive, even without the reference pic. I am grateful, though, that you took my note about using sets and didn’t use the matching hair or skirt for this top. The hair was a nice way to put your own spin on this style, and it gives early 2000s, I just wish you had incorporated your own twist into this look more. I also think the skirt you resubmitted with works a lot better for this look than the original skirt you had. Overall, the look is cohesive and solid, but not particularly creative or unique. This second look of yours is super cute, and I’m glad you took the time to recolor and resubmit it. Changing the green for the red helped simplify and refine the look- its a small change with a big effect. I am a little tired of seeing this top used for 90s looks, but the recoloring and pants help make it feel fresher. The hair is super cute for this look, but its reminds me more of Black Panthers from the 60s/70s than the 90s. It just makes me really want a Black Panter look, and sad that you didn’t give that to me. A beanie or bucket hat would’ve fit the 90s more. The shoes are cute, but they don’t really mesh with the rest of the outfit because there’s not cheetah print anywhere else. I like the little ankle bracelets, and the red cheetah print is cute, but a solid color shoe would’ve worked better. They also could’ve worked if cheetah print was incorporated somewhere else in the outfit. Its a very cute, fun look, but a tad basic. On the flip side, this third look of yours is super fun and unexpected! I adore that you went for a masculine look. I’m not always crazy about masc looks in this game, but when it’s done right, they’re so good. And this is done soooo right. Those rich brown tones look so good, and that mug is so sexy. With your editing, the hat got a little fuzzy. The ribbon around the hat could be clearer; it kind of blends into the hat. Similarly, while I appreciate that you went back to change the colors of the bows on the shoes, since they are so dark now, they just look like a blur from afar. Additionally, I really wish you had edited the hat onto a more masculine wig. The beautiful hair and sparkling earrings ruin the hot man fantasy I desperately want. I know I’ve been harsh on your editing before, and I hope that’s not why you chose not to fully edit this look. I really wouldn’t care that you didn’t fully edit if the hair didn’t pull me out of the fantasy so much. The rest of the outfit is really great and beautiful, the shining light against the dark outfit is just stunning. This look very much feels like the 1800s, but I can’t judge its accuracy to a decade because you didn’t specify a decade, which was in the challenge prompt. The inspo pic you provided shows looks from a lot of different years, and they vary, so I would’ve liked to know which decade you were trying to emulate. Otherwise, I really enjoy this look, it’s a nice twist that I didn’t expect from you!
Miz Erie: Miz, you had some great ideas for this challenge, but the execution of each look fell a little short. Your first look is cute. A bit basic, but cute. The hair i really like, I could very much see someone in an early 2000s movie with this hair. Lots of denim was definitely a trend in the early 2000s, and I’m glad you brought that. What was not a trend in the early 2000s was big top little bottoms. That’s a more recent trend. Even putting that aside, I still don’t love the tiny skirt with the giant jacket. I really want some baggy pants to balance the look more. The recoloring on the skirt is really nice, it matches the jacket without blending in. I also like the recoloring of the shoes, they feel very early 2000s and pull in the pink from the top and thong. The mug is really nice too, these lips are perfect for this look are totally give early 2000s frosted lips. I am assuming you went for an early 2000s look though because you did not specify that, which was in the challenge prompt. For your second look, I’m very happy that you specified that this was showgirl look and not a flapper look, and provided some reference pics. The top, bottom and shoes look good together and definitely give 1920s showgirl. I get what you were trying to do with the headpiece when looking at your reference photos, but I don’t feel like it works. It doesn’t look fun or sparkly like the one in the photo do, and the harsh spikes bring down the playfulness in the rest the outfit. The Eyevie or So Raven wig would have matched the reference pics more and fit the rest of the outfit better. Part of my dislike for the headpiece may be because of the mug. She’s supposed to be a showgirl, but she looks so depressed, its making me sad. I just don’t understand why you went for such a sad face. For the rest of the outfit, while the top and bottom match colors and look good together in that regard, the nakedness of the top against the bottom doesn’t fully work for me. The skirt is a little slutty with the leg sticking out, but its waist is solid. She either needs to be wearing less clothes or more clothes. The shoes work really well, they’re subtle but the gold details are a nice touch. The idea is nice, but these issues bring the whole look down. Your third look is the best, but theres still some issues with it. I love the idea behind your 1850s look, and parts of it are really beautiful, but the execution fell short in a few ways. The combination of the top and dress is really nice, they come together to make a cohesive dress perfectly. There’s a slight editing issue with the wig though. On the left shoulder, one strand of hair is all choppy. The hanging bow ribbons are also choppy around the edges. I like that you changed the earrings on this wig, but they’re not actually connected to the ears. They’re just floating in the wig. The recoloring and editing on the dress is perfect, but I have a few other issues with it. The darkness in the middle looks unflattering, especially when the bust has that same pattern, but lighter. The gradient on the skirt should have been reversed. While the pattern is very pretty, its a lot to have it all over. If the bust was solid, it would make the dress less busy, and make the patterning stand out more. The pattern on the bows especially doesn’t help with the busyness; the pattern is too small on them to really be effective so they just look blurry and weird. Another issue I have with this look is that the wig doesn’t work for this dress. I know the top and wig are part of a set (which I don’t love that you used them together), but the simplicity of the wig and the fact that its hanging down doesn’t work with the fullness of the dress. An updo would’ve worked better, and been more accurate for the time period. The idea was really great, and the execution was almost there, but these issues make the look feel unfinished, and the same goes for the other two looks as well.
Absynthe, your simple looks really wowed me. You are safe. You used the Golden Fig on yourself, but since you are high/safe, it has no effect.
Liz, challenge after challenge, you just keep amazing me. Condragulations, you are the winner of this challenge!
B*tch, you are safe.
Raven, your 1800s look was stunning, but the other two were not. I’m sorry my love but you are up for elimination.
Miz Erie, your ideas were great, but your execution was not. You… are safe.
That means, Mistress Anna Conda, I’m sorry my love but you are up for elimination. Now, it is time for you and Raven to looksync for your life!
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2024.05.16 23:00 Proof_Let4967 Abortion is always wrong, no exceptions, it is wrong even in cases where mother's life is in danger.

"For some women, the sorrow that often comes with having an abortion can last a lifetime. Many have a lingering sense of loss and a desire to turn back the clock. Others suffer silently for years before finally sharing their stories as compassionate cautionary tales for others. Here are just a few of their stories
Leslie’s Story Leslie got pregnant during her senior year of college, and again a year and a half later. Both times, she chose to have an abortion. “I gave up my two babies early on for a career, and then I was so depressed and the impact it had on my life, I couldn’t do my career.” “[I] got my dream job hosting a morning talk show. But a little bit before then, I’d learned I was pregnant and I just knew there was no way that I could do a TV show. My job would be gone if they found out I was pregnant.” “I went and got rid of that ‘inconvenience’ and went on and did this show.” After the abortions, Leslie became depressed and turned to drinking and drugs. She quit her job and returned to living with her parents. “After that, I was pretty much done. I was hollowed out, but I didn’t understand why.” “That’s why I speak out, in hopes that other people that are suffering in silence break that silence.
Michelle’s Story Michelle got pregnant at age 35. Her long-term partner, who had children from a previous relationship, had made it clear he didn’t want more children. Although Michelle initially saw the pregnancy as a kind of blessing, her partner still wouldn’t accept having another child, so she gave in. “I was torn because I felt like this was a weird twist of fate that I had wanted, but I couldn’t rationalize having a baby that wasn’t wanted by their father, plus I was suffering from intense fatigue and morning sickness, along with fear, isolation, and shame. Because I didn’t have much time before it was too late for a medical abortion, I made the decision to terminate less than a couple weeks after finding out I was pregnant. I immediately regretted it. I cried for days. It’s been 2 weeks since; I will have moments of a regular day, and out of nowhere I will feel like a ghost of a person… intense sadness followed by emptiness. I don’t know what to do moving forward. I hear it gets easier, but I feel so lost right now.”
Monica’s Story Monica was a teen in high school when she got pregnant. Although she had a supportive partner, they decided together to get an abortion, largely out of fear of what others would think. “I was so afraid of my dad being disappointed and angry with me. I was afraid of people judging me and thinking I was a failure. I was afraid my dad would blame my boyfriend for it.” “We secretly went to a clinic to get an abortion.” “After the procedure, I felt relief. I thought life would resume as normal, and it did for a while. I didn’t count on years later, looking at the three children I have since carried and thinking of our baby that we selfishly aborted out of fear of facing our family. Who would they be now? Words can’t express my regrets. Very few people know, and I carry shame for the mistake I made to mask what I thought was a mistake. I only hope that God has our child and I hope one day I will know who they were.”
Elizabeth’s Story Elizabeth got pregnant at 17, and while that was 34 years ago, she remembers every detail, including the grief she felt then and still works to overcome today. “When I realized I was pregnant, I had some very complex emotions. I was simultaneously so happy and terribly sad at the same time.” “When (my parents) found out I was pregnant, I don’t remember any discussion about options. I do remember a lot of talk about how irresponsible I was and how this could wreck my life, and the ‘obvious solution.’ I was dead and numb. My mom took me to the clinic. I paid for (the abortion) myself. It was awful.” “I was going against something my heart knew was wrong.” In the years that followed, Elizabeth drank alcohol regularly, found herself in abusive relationships, and had several more pregnancies. “I’ve had seven pregnancies. One was the abortion, four miscarriages, and two beautiful daughters. I have had a lot of female issues which eventually lead to a hysterectomy. I often wondered if any of it was related to the abortion.” “Through the years, I have struggled with alcoholism (I don’t drink anymore), depression, anxiety, workaholism… and many behaviors I used to keep myself busy.” “On the other side of my story is joy and love. I’m finally getting there, crawling out from under the debris of guilt, sadness, shame, depression, insecurity, and grief.
Chandra’s Story Chandra chose the abortion pill as the means to abort her child. Like many women, she presumably believed this approach might be easier to deal with than undergoing an actual in-office medical procedure. Chandra found out, however, that the emotional pain can be just the same. “It took me a week to decide to have an abortion, one hour to convince myself to swallow the pill and another week to realize I shouldn’t have done it. It may not have been the right time. I might not have had a house or a job, or been at the right stage in my relationship, but I had the support of friends and family. We could have done it. I had so much love I could have offered, but I chose convenience, and now I wish I’d chosen hard work and motherhood.”"
https://siragainesville.com/abortion-regrets-stories-from-real-women/
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2024.05.16 22:59 bskvrn How do I get a job with no legitimate experience or education?

I was a victim of crime when I was around nine or ten that resulted a few mental health problems that followed me well into adulthood. It's something that I'm still dealing with to this day but have much better control over and I have more good days than I have bad days. Because of it, I missed a lot of school due to anxiety, panic attacks, PTSD. Eventually got brought into a program at a hospital to try to get some of the education that I was missing in a more secluded, personal setting.
I ended up going back to high school and entering grade 10 but ultimately dropped out for good because the son of my abuser transferred there, too, and that sent me spiraling once again because his father was arrested since the police did end up getting involved.
I'm 29 now and I do have a job that pays cash. I watch children before and after school ( private carpooling ) from the moment they're dropped off to start their classes until they're picked up to be sent home. I'm actually in pretty good graces with the school because I've been doing this for two years now and they told me to put in my CV and they can try to get me in for a lunch room supervisor but I haven't heard anything back, unfortunately. I think I'm too embarrassed to ask about it, too. My resume is lacking because I didn't finish my education and my mental health was just too terrible lot of my life to get a job, and that's on me. I live with my mom but she's sick now and I think the reality of the situation is finally hitting me.
I want a more steady job. I want to work. The problem is a lot of the jobs require experience and education that I don't have, even when I was looking around at fast food jobs and retail.
Any ideas how to get started, basically from scratch, at my age? I plan on applying for the CAEC because I also want the education that I missed. I'm not picky with jobs. Work is work and I want to work but everything just seems a little bit too out of my range with what they want from their workers vs what I can offer them.
Thank you so much!
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2024.05.16 22:53 Legitimate_Royal_463 9 months later, still missing my ex that I broke things off with ... a long story, with no good ending, no resolution, and no great moral

I'm not sure what I'm looking for, I guess just wanted to write out what I'd been feeling and put it somewhere. I'm using a burner account, and no real names, I just needed to vent this somewhere
I dated my ex (I won't bother with names) for 4 years, and broke things off last summer. Like all relationships it was complicated, but now - nine months later - I still have no idea if I did the right thing, and am left feeling rudderless and adrift.
I'm 41, she's 32 - we met online four-ish years ago, immediately hit it off and started seeing each other 3-4 times a week. We started dating in Jan 2020 ... two months later, covid hit, and our entire state was essentially locked down. We went from dating to basically living together after two months - which, at the time, was great with me .. we were in love, and things seemed great. My parents split up when I was 19. In my 20's and early 30's, I'd made some bad choices with romantic partners - and chased after people who were emotionally unavailable, fundamentally. It took many years of therapy and introspection, but I had been actively making and effort to only date people I saw a real future with.
She (at 28) had never really dated anyone before. She explained she had some very severe trauma as a child, and coupled with abusive parents, she had never put herself out there really, and had focused on work, and fitness, and school. Her father had cheated on her mother when she was a child, and she knew about it (from a very young age). I heard all this, and tried to be as empathic and understanding and reassuring as I could -> after all, it wasn't anything she had done, and I thought she was a badass for overcoming that kind of abuse. We hit it off straight away, and seemed to have tons in common, and those first few months together were incredible. She still lived at home, with her parents - and for the duration of our relationship never moved out, or found her own space.
Things started to get strange when one day, I liked a female friend's post on Instagram ... this was someone I'd known for 5-6 years, and I was friends with long before I knew my gf. In retrospect, my friend's post was a bit thirsty .. your classic "I'm powerful, self possessed" look-at-me photos that showed a bit too much skin - and I should have just kept browsing, but I tapped 'like' (one of probably 20 posts I liked that day from all kinds of different friend) and moved on.
A few hours later, my gf called me, furious, and accused me of using her 'as a place holder' because - in her mind - I obviously REALLY wanted to be with this other friend of mine, and was using her. This came completely out of left field to me, and we had a 2-hour phone argument where I apologized, told her I'd remove the 'like', whatever she wanted. She kept circling back again and again that it was "totally normal" to go through a partners friend list / liked posts because "anyone can see them, they're public". We went back and forth, I was frantic and after we got off the phone, I went through my Instagram and basically purged any attractive female friend I had, and removed any likes I had to any post that might be weird or suspect. From them on I rarely used social media at all - but every few months my ex would find a new friend on my social media she didn't like, or suspected - even after I stopped interacting with social media at all.
This same sort of low-level suspicion persisted throughout our relationship. If I was looking at my phone, she wanted to know what I was reading, who I was talking to, etc. I have never cheated on a partner in my life, in fact I had been cheated on twice - so the sort of dull, constant suspicion really upset me - and after a while it almost felt like she was trying to manifest / discover some kind of secret infidelity. The tragic part is that we got along great otherwise, she loved my (male) friends, loved my family, and we had a relaxed and loving relationship besides occasional flare ups. But the suspicion never went away, or changed - and this sort of underlying insecurity was a constant background white noise of our relationship. She especially took a disliking to my roommates girlfriend, and made it a point to always talk about how much she disliked her, how they weren't going to last - etc (I can't say I blame her, the girl in question was not awesome .. but I never understood why his g/f should have such an outsized effect on our relationship). Despite all this, I thought she was an a kind, empathic, intelligent woman - and I saw a life with her, I saw starting a family with her - as real possiblities.
She grew very attached to my family, which also started to make me wonder what was going on. Many times, first thing in the morning, before coffee or anything else, she'd ask me "how's your mom? how's your dad?" - and would always want to know if she was 'still their favorite'. The first few times I thought it was charming - but it kept going on, to the point I had to push back and ask her "hey, please stop asking me first thing in the morning about the status of my family" ... for reference, I lived on the opposite side of the country from them, and would only get to see them for the holidays (which she was always invited to). I had a very challenging period of my life with my family, from 15-30 my family was fractured, my parents split up, it was messy ... but through years of effort, and time and patience forgiveness, I had built strong, loving relationships with both my parents individually, and my siblings besides. I sometimes got the sense that she even loved my family more than me, and that I was - weirdly - almost an obstacle between her and them. I told her as much, that sometimes I almost was jealous of how much she loved them, and wished that she could point that in my direction sometimes - knowing that they would be part of the package. She never did that same work with her own family - who were deeply dysfunctional, combative and sometimes outright hostile to one another. As crazy as it sounds, I often felt like she was almost trying to reap the rewards of the many years of hard work I had done - without an appreciation for how hard it had been to build new, adult relationships with my parents.
After a year and a half she found a new job, in a new industry, at a high profile company - and for the first six months she was there, she seemed to be able to manage the stress. I asked her if she wanted to maybe find a place together, to move in together for real ... but she kind of brushed it off. I would ask her again every few months, and would be met with the same sort of half-maybe-sorta-we'll-see ...
She suffered a major concussion two years into our relationship, which is when things really started to change. She never went to therapy, or saw a doctor to get treated ... and as the months went by, she became obsessed, almost addicted, to her job. It was all-consuming for her, and occupied all her thought and effort and time ... our relationship became an afterthought, and would mostly be relegated to her staying over (because my apt was closer to her office than her parent's house) - then me cooking her breakfast and seeing her off in the morning - and getting take out when she got back at night. She became more and more locked into her job, and our relationship became more and more platonic and less and less romantic / sexual... which is not uncommon when people are stressed out, or exhausted - but we couldn't seem to find time or space to fix what was happening. We talked, and communicated - but her reaction to stress was to go inside herself, and cut the world off -> and my stress reaction has often been the same.
We grew more and more distant over the next year, I also got a new job that ate up a ton of my time, so we would only see each other for an hour or two in the evenings, or on the weekends when we were up for it. I have a habit of pushing the people I care about away when I am not doing well emotionally .. it's the biggest recurring issue I've had in my life. I've been to therapy for it, and have ways to manage stress including meditation, exercise and a healthy diet - all of which allow me to function. But as the months went by, I got more and more stressed out as we became more distant - and I started to fall apart, and started to feel more and more alone and isolated. I'm sure I could have been better, or more attentive, or more patient ... and I in no way want to trying to pin any blame on her. After all, I'm just 1/2 of the relationship, and 1/2 of the story. After not seeing each other for a few weeks, I had to go out of town for a week for my job - to deal with a long and stressful convention ... and when I came back, we didn't see each other for another week.
I wanted her to come see me, but couldn't come out and say it ... I wanted her to intuit my needs, which she OF COURSE was not able to do. She wanted me to tell her I desperately wanted to see her, which she couldn't articulate because she wanted ME to intuit her needs ... and round and round it went. Lack of communication.
We did see each other eventually, what started as a small disagreement blew up. It started after my ex starting talking about my roommate's girlfriend, or she said something nasty about her. I was upset because we hadn't seen each other in weeks, why would this girl be the first thing on her mind? What about us? I totally overreacted and pushed her away - it was a long and stupid argument, where we both ended up dredging up things from months and years before .. we broke up, she left. In my self-righteous indignation, I felt justified in the moment ... but as the hours passed, and days passed, I was miserable and knew I had made a horrible mistake. My friends at the time told me I'd done the right thing, and that we had long standing issues that I had been mentioning throughout our relationship ... she liked her well enough, but wanted me to be happy, and told me that I had, ultimately, done what I thought was right at the time - and not to doubt myself. But I did, I got fully stuck in my head about it - and was desperate (yes, the D word) to try again.
Over the next few weeks she totally ignored me, wouldn't respond to my calls, or messages. I didn't expect her to - but I practically begged her to give it another chance with me. But she had totally shut down, and in her (later) words "she was never going to speak to me again." She did, eventually, after a few weeks, respond to me. We talked, I apologized, tried to explain that she was the world to me, and I knew I had made a massive mistake, and desperately wanted a chance to try again - to make things right.
She agreed, eventually. We met up for dinner, and slowly talked things out - I was still honestly pretty upset, but we kept seeing each other, started making it a point to go on dates, to get to know each other again. She believed I had cheated on her, that I had met another woman and that this had all been a pretext ... I caught her going through my phone after I got out of the shower. There was nothing to find, but I couldn't believe that she still, after years together, suspected I had been unfaithful to her. But that was just a bump in the road, we talked it out. Things seemed to be getting better. We shared an amazing thanksgiving together, and I genuinely felt like we had turned a corner and were as close as we had ever been ... so did she.
The next Monday, at work, she got another concussion - worse than the first. From this point on, her entire personality shifted ... Which I have learned, in the months that followed, is just something that can happen with head trauma. She didn't want to spend time together nearly as much, she fully retreated into herself, and her family. She wouldn't come visit at all anymore - even if I was willing to pick her up / drop her off ... she would only agree to meet for platonic dinners at a halfway point between our houses. She started seeing a doctor, a neurologist, doing PT work ... but she just kept seeming to get further and further away. If I invited her over, she was always want to know if my roomate's g/f "might" be there, or if we'd be alone ... and if there was even a chance this girl would be there (even though we could spend time in my room, or in the common living room without interference) - my ex would just stay home.
Six or seven months of this went by ... we kept sort of drifting apart, and it seemed like no matter how much I tried to communicate, or bridge the divide between us (which, to be honest, it felt like I was doing 3/4 of the work to keep this thing going) - we just kept drifting. After her second concussion, we stopped being intimate all together ... she was still convinced I had been with other women while we were apart, and demanded I get tested for STDs for her to trust me again. I let my pride get in the way, and should just have done it - but I had not been with or dated anyone else in the few weeks we were apart, and I couldn't get over that she still wouldn't trust me at my word.. after almost 4 years together, I still had to prove myself.
But I didn't, I was stubborn and dug my heels in - so our last potential shot at intimacy evaporated. We became basically platonic buddies ... we still loved each other, said we loved on another every day - but I always felt like I was chasing her, hoping for some kind of emotional connection or breakthrough or common ground that never manifested. By the time July rolled around, I was a total mess ... I felt completely alone, isolated, and like the person I knew and loved had drifted off, and there wasn't a way to get her back. For two months I said that I was really struggling, I was feeling really disconnected and that I missed her all the time - that I wanted to get back to baseline but didn't know how, and that I wanted her help or guidance. She said she felt like she was gradually getting back to where she started, but had no clear picture of how long that might take, and couldn't give me any kind of definitive answer if things would get better again - or how things might get better again.
It never happened. With another month-long work event looming on the horizon, and my stress levels climbing and climbing, I felt like I was on the edge of a nervous breakdown. Eventually, after one of our platonic dates, I had a full on breakdown, and tearfully told her how isolated I was feeling, how I felt like I'd lost her, and how I felt totally clueless how to fix things. She had no ideas to offer, no guidance on how to navigate any of this, and no suggestions how to get back to some kind of baseline. It all poured out from both sides ... she didn't feel like she could trust me ever since we'd got back together, I felt like she neve really let me back in. But we both agreed that that one thanksgiving had been amazing ... and we wished we could find a way back to that place - but had no idea how.
I told her I needed a month, or two, I needed to start seeing a therapist, I needed to put myself back together because I felt like I was falling apart. I told her I wished that we could take a breathe - and come back on more solid footing because I had fucked up when I broke things off before. I had come back from a place of sadness and desperation - and had not given either of us a chance to heal before trying to undo the damage I'd caused. I wanted to meet her on even footing, from a place of mutual strength and try again ...
To her, this was just me breaking up with her again.. which I tried to say "no, I don't want to lose you, but I'm fucked up and need to just right the ship a bit in my life because I am totally losing it ..." But, sometimes it doesn't matter. To her, I was leaving her again, giving up. I had no idea if she'd speak to me again, but I felt so broken I didn't know what else to do.
I took two months, without contact, and started seeing a therapist, started exercising again, got through my hell-month at work. I tried reaching out again to her, multiple times after that ... but I never heard back. A few months went by - I missed her more and more, I didn't heal or get better, I didn't feel like I'd done the right thing. My friends told me I had, my family was supportive - my friends especially have told me time and time again that ultimately, I did the right thing, that I did what was right 'for me' ... but to me, the reassurance didn't matter. There was a giant, gaping hole in my life that I had no idea what to do with. This was a woman I had wanted to marry, that I had wanted to life with, to build and share a life with -> and at one point, I know she wanted the same. I felt so terrible, and couldn't handle the memories of the place I was in, that I resigned from my job (which was ok, it was a horrible grind, that while it paid ok, didn't have any kind of upward mobility) .. and after a lot of thought, I moved back across the country because it was too painful for me to be in that place, surrounded by the memories - living with the ghosts. My friend group had been slowly dispersing, getting new jobs in new cities, having kids and getting on with life - and I didn't see a reason to stay anymore. I debated reaching out to my ex to let her know I was moving - but it had been months without a word, she had not responded to any of my attempts to talk to her, to meet her even for coffee, or to return the few things of hers I still had - and I knew that if I did reach out - it would ultimately be a selfish act, hoping that somehow she might say 'oh no, he's leaving for good' ... so I didn't. I'm still not sure if she knows I left.
I've been saying with family, slowly putting the pieces of my life back together. I'm taking classes, and plan on switching careers into a new field that I may actually am passionate about. I'll find my own place again in a month or two, but truth is I missed my family dearly, and have been helping both my aging parents with years of neglected repairs and yard work - and seeing my siblings and their families again after a decade of living on the opposite coast and getting to see them 'maybe' once a year around the holidays. Plus after paying insane rent to random landlords for over a decade, its been nice to have a few months of feeling grounded, and to put work into where I'm living. My family has been thrilled, and glad to have me around again.
But it's made no difference, really. I still think of her every day. Some days are easier than others, and I can manage to stay focused on classes and work and fitness - but in so many ways my life feels totally hollow now. I'm stuck wondering if I completely fucked up a good thing, and wasted what might have been my last shot at starting a family of my own, of having a real partner. I'm 41, realistically my chances get slimmer by the year. Or maybe I did totally the right thing, and I got out of a degenerating situation that had been nagging at me for months and months that something was deeply wrong. Or maybe it was somewhere in between those two poles. There's no way to know, and I'm limited to my own side, and my own perspective - and trapped in that middle ground of wondering how things "MIGHT" have gone had X Y or Z happened differently. I wish I had some kind of clarity, or certainty, but I don't.
I guess things are getting a bit easier, as the days and weeks and months go by - but its only by fractions of a degree. I miss her, or maybe just miss the person she used to be, if that person still exists. Head trauma is ... complicated - because the person looks the same, sounds the same ... but the person you knew, the person you fell in love with, isn't really the same person anymore. Its almost like, mourning the death of someone who is still alive, if that makes sense.
So here I am, taking it one day at a time, hoping for some brighter tomorrow, some slow healing or revelation or clarity that I did the right thing - but all I have are doubts. There's no closure to be found because all I ever got was silence. I've done everything people have recommended - focused on myself, focused on health and fitness, focus on learning new skills, on meeting new people, gone on dates, focused on family, focused on growing -> but it hasn't helped the giant, gaping hole in my life, and the never-ending uncertainty.
I expect no sympathy, or empathy ... and knowing reddit, I'll get a lot of people piling on to tell me what a piece of shit I am, lol'ing at how I fucked up my own life, and telling me she's better off without me. But then again sometimes even Reddit can surprise you with the insightful and thoughtful responses. More than anything, I just wanted to write this down somewhere, anywhere - to get it out of my head and my heart. Because the more it stews, the worse I feel. Thanks for reading, if you managed to make it this far.. its a long, messy, meandering story without any real ending. Will I hear from her again? Probably not. Will I get over her? Eventually I'm sure ... but what happens between now and then is anyone's guess. What ever it is, it'll happen on day, one moment at a time.
tldr; sometimes things just end - without someone cheating, or abusing the other person, or any real good way to sum it up. Life and relationships are long, complicated, nuanced and messy. Take care all, appreciate what you have while you have it, take it one day at a time
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2024.05.16 22:48 lalunabella 2 months after an abusive episode, my stepdad is being tested today for cancer. What if it's positive?

What would you say or do? my mom is a narc, my mother's husband is an enabler with little to no relationship with me. 2 months ago my mom had a horrible verbally abusive/rage episode over a parking ticket. It snowballed into insane accusations towards me, and she has stonewalled me until now (still not talking to me). This has also brought immense pain and drama during the time of an important life accomplishment of mine that she knows about and I'm trying so hard to enjoy.
I tried to have a relationship with them this year because my mom is a daughter of a narc and she started trying to be different, but the pain/lack of empathy from this episode made me realize I need to go no contact, I can't continue on. I'm starting to think she was just trying to be different to look good for my husband and his family, because they are very supportive of me.
Now my stepdad is getting tested for cancer today. What do I do if it's positive? My stepdad has been emotionally abusive over text and guilt tripping the last few days regarding the incident with my mom. If it's positive I was thinking about texting "I'm very very sorry to hear you have cancer. Your health will be in our prayers" and then maybe not contacting further? What would you say when they undoubtedly address how I'm barely talking to them? And by address I mean a barrage of soul destroying insults and character destruction.
I don't know what to do. I have been suffering for 2 months from the guilt tripping and abuse from the last episode. I need time to heal, thankfully my husband is very supportive. Let me know If my idea is too cold or any ideas. I also have adhd and impulse control so it's hard for me to engage with them and not let it get to me. This is over my head
Also this very disappointing to admit, but during the stonewalling I lied to my mom and stepdad that I had to take my cat to the vet to try and get the stonewalling to end. the next day I guess they called every single vet and all of them said there weren't any people/cats with our names at that time. I just said that they must have got my name wrong (I have a rare name) but obviously they didn't believe me and demanded a receipt which I just refused to send. you can only imagine the insanity this has added. I don't even remember the last time I lied like this, usually I just deal with the stonewalling. I'm very disappointed in myself and this signaled to me I need to distance myself from this relationship.
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2024.05.16 22:46 Huge_Belt_4350 I wrote a letter to my mom addressing all the hurts of my childhood expecting a response that never came

I (27F) last last winter (2022) wrote a long letter to my mom. I poured my heart into it, I cried the whole time writing it. I showed it to my husband to make sure I wasn’t being too mean in my writing towards my mom. I showed it to my stepsister to again make sure it was okay and made sense and to get emotional support (I’m Mexican and I didn’t want to push too far because i understand how deep generational trauma is and the parent child dynamic) I even showed it to my stepdad who immediately called me apologizing for the things I wrote in the letter (which I will get into in a moment) and was telling me about how he will divorce her (I didn’t want that and made me feel shitty) and explained why some scenarios ended up the way they did. Everyone encouraged me to send it. I was so confident that my mom was going to read it and drive over ? Write back? Call me. Something ! So I mailed it. (I mailed it because I instantly cry every time I try talking to her in person about not surface level things, it would of been easier getting words out especially when having to translate to Spanish)
In the letter I wrote about:
-Feeling emotionally neglected -the name calling my mom would do (calling me “retarded” and mimicking noises and movements of people with disability towards me among other things -My uncle being a pedo and scaring me into not saying anything to them, i later said something to a friend in HS who went to the counselor who called the police and I made up a person to protect my uncle, I was then grounded for over a year. -the carpet in my bedroom always being wet when it rained which is a lot where I live ruining my feet with a fungal infection that was just ignored (i understand it was a money issue but the hurt remains) -being yelled at for not cleaning everyday (I was the only child who would clean the kitchen and pick up leaves in the fall and stuff), sometimes she would clean again after I would do it. when asking to teach me how to do it better I would be ignored -asking her a question and being ignored -being blamed for high utility bills n being expensive for needing braces -my boyfriend in high school being suicidal when I would try to break up with him and hurting that I couldn’t go to them for help -saying that I tried to hit her to my step dad when I moved out of the way of her too quickly and making a scene about it leaving me confused -about the time she grabbed me by the hair and dragged me to the shower because I forgot to pick up the hairs I left in there after my shower -understanding that i understand she probably had a rough childhood and that all I wanted was a normal mother daughter relationship
That’s pretty much the gist among a bunch of other little things that really hurt me and I explained that it was hard to form a relationship with her in my adulthood and trust her with my kids until we addressed these things. I wanted to be acknowledged. Not even an apology really. But a conversation. I wanted to understand her more because I literally don’t know anything about her. We would never talk unless it was to eat dinner or clean something. I was always in my room during that time.
I waited a few weeks, my stepsister would visit them here and there and tell me how my mom appears sad? And maybe she needed more time.
A few months pass by I see my mom smiling in Hawaii having a good time.
At this point I’m in therapy because I’m losing hair from the stress of this and severely depressed.
Fall comes around and I finally go to visit with the encouragement of my husband, stepsister and stepdad. She acts like I’m not even there. This makes me angry. At one point my mom goes outside to smoke a cigarette im at the table with everyone and I start just talking about the hurts again, I say my mom is a narcissistic. My mom comes back inside. And for an hour. I’m complaining and she’s in the living room a few feet away saying absolutely nothing.
I leave feeling so weird. So lonely? We are now I’m 2024. I don’t have a relationship with her or my step dad really. I had to block her because she would go to Hawaii again and just living her life having a great time I was trying not to be bitter. Or angry. My step sister and step dad eventually started to question how legitimate my statements were (a lot of the meanness was when it was just my mom and I) it was so painful being misunderstood. Being told that that’s just the mom that I have. Being told that things were maybe my fault for having a problem with everything (I would always speak up when my parents would be racist and things)
I few months ago I did send her a text as a final effort. I asked why she never responded. If she wants to just leave this alone that’s okay and I will move on. And she told me that all that was on the letter were complaints. And told me about how when I was 20 I made a comment on a Facebook post about bad parenting and how everyone saw. About how embarrassed she was when people reached out to her. About how I wrote that I felt like I was in a dark environment. I didn’t know everyone saw it. I apologized for that. She told me to come over to talk because she personally has some complains about me. But she never acknowledged me. I didn’t want to go, to feel yelled at and again taken back to being a child getting yelled at.
I’m currently feeling grief. Mistrust to my family. Lonely. Jealous? About how my other siblings seem to be having a better time. How do I move on from feeling misunderstood. I feel like everyone is okay and I’m abandoned. I feel guilt for pulling my small family away from them from how hurt I am. Most times I’m okay until I see my stepsister at a family gathering that I’m never invited to. And then I’m back again to being a lonely child.
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2024.05.16 22:46 Great_Potato123 My EX got his KARMA and now he thinks my mom "cursed" him!

I (25F) and Ex (24M) found each other on an online dating website. His work requires him to go in different cities. Whenever he comes to my city, he lives with me (well I live with my parents, it's a big house). During our 9th month of relationship, he said he wanted to tell me something. He said that he fell out of love but he said he's still gonna try to make our relationship work. I was very devastated at that time, I loved him so much. But with that hope of trying to make our relationship work, makes me feel a little better. Here's the thing. Whenever I'm with him, I don't think he is proud to be with me. He always makes jokes even if the situation is serious, he's just like a big child to be honest.
I met his family and friends. His family were nice and were happy to meet me. He has a weird friend who always talks about raunchy, party and drug related stuff. We'll call him Gary (24M). Gary and Ex have been friends for awhile. Gary also knows about us trying to make our relationship work. Whenever I talk to Gary, there is always an awkward vibe. A vibe that you can feel that he doesn't like you for his friend kind of thing. I just ignored that coz maybe I'm just being paranoid?
So there was a time when he needs to work in a different city (where Gary also lives) so basically we we're like in a long-distance relationship. We message and call each other from time to time, like a routine we always do. Ex and Gary always goes to this bar. I'm used to them going there and hanging out because that's their go-to bar. There's this day, I have a gut feeling that something's not right. He has an Ipad that he left in my house. His messenger is connected to that Ipad. I opened it just to check if my gut feeling is right. There were no names I find suspicious, but I opened the chat between Gary and Ex just to see if they ever talk about me.
The chat goes like this:
Gary: Hey! That was an awesome night, I'm drunk!
Ex: Oh yeah, me too! Fun night for sure! I'm dizzy!
Gary: Anna looks hot, isn't it? She dressed nice for you!
Ex: Yeah! Damn that lady is fire!
Gary: You should ask her out!
Ex: I would! You know I'm with Daisy (which is me) right? Trying to work it out.
Gary: Are you sure about Daisy?
Ex: I don't know man. I just want to get out of it to be honest.
Gary: Then leave her then! Anna's waiting for you!
Ex: Oh shut up you fool!
My eyes are just tearing up reading this, I was speechless. I was heartbroken. I decided not to tell him I read their messages coz it might result to us breaking up like why we're you reading my messages? Why I don't trust him? Blablabla.. I loved him alot and I was blinded. There are alot of messages between Gary and Ex about Anna. And from those conversations, I knew then that Ex and Anna have something going on (not sexually, I hope, but more like going out and hanging out).
Months goes on, and we had a big fight. And it resulted me telling everything to him what I found. He didn't deny it. We exchanged hurtful words, but this was the final straw. He broke up with me. The audacity, right? I begged him to stay. I was willing to still work it out even if he fell out of love, but he was done. What a naive young lady I am! It was the worst breakup I've ever had and I was broken. My mother and father knew about it and they cried with me. Such sweethearts!
We didn't talk or messaged each other after that. Two weeks passed, I received a message from him. I was a little happy coz maybe, just maybe, he misses me and wants to go back. Delulu of me! He messaged me pictures of his accident. Karma is a b*tch, right? He went to jail coz he was drunk driving resulted to a big accident. I called him, we talked. I was, of course, so caring and asking if he was ok. I still love and care for him. I was surprised when he apologized to me for being an asshole. He never intend to hurt me. I was very accepting of the apology. After that, we haven't talked for a year. I moved on a little bit.
Me and my friend planned to go to this city (where my Ex worked and things happened remember?). So I decided to message my Ex like "Hey! We are going to "the city" and for old time sake, if you wanna hangout, just let me know. You can bring your girlfriend (if you have)." It was a very friendly message. He responded "Sorry but I'm in a relationship (with Anna, of course). Please don't message me ever again. Wish you all the best". He blocked me! I was a little bit hurt with the response but I'm like whatever.
Years and years after, I received a message from my friend. My friend told me that my Ex message her and it went like this.
Ex: Hey! I know it's been years. I didn't mean to message you like this but I'm desperate. I have not been feeling well. I'm having nightmares. Also, remember that time I got an accident after our break-up, that was a coincidence. Wasn't it? Is it possible that Daisy's mom cursed me or something?
Friend: Hey! Are you serious?! Daisy's mom is not a witch or something, you dumbass. It could be sleep paralysis. You should research on that! And you did that to yourself. You we're drunk driving, what do you expact?! Jesus! Bye!
I'm like, what the hell? Is my ex going cuckoo or something? Told my fiancé ( I'm already engaged to an awesome guy) and we just both chuckled! It's our on-going joke now!
UPDATE! I am already happily married, and I just recently found out that I'm not blocked on my Ex's page anymore. Well, I hope he sees that I'm happily married! Karma's a Bitch! And is my Ex and Anna still together? NOPE!
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2024.05.16 22:44 Emotional-Mail-5427 Lucarias S2 Epi5 part7 "the realization"

Carmilla and her daughters rush to the other room, followed by Vaggie, who wants to know what is going on,
When they arrive, they see a large group surrounding Luisa, the imp who was driving the trunk. She is wrapped in a blanket and is covered in scars, bruises, and muck. "Miss Carmine...?" Luisa says with tears in her eyes, Carmilla runs up to her and comforts her, "What happened, child?" She asks the Imp, "we... we got attacked... just like we planned... we used the armor...b..but it didn't matter... they killed them... they killed all of them... they were gonna kill me, but" she trys to continue but she collapses on the floor crying, Carmilla hugs her, and comforts her again, "it is alright child, you are safe now" Carmilla says, Vaggie notices this and is taken aback by how tender Carmilla is with the Imp, "how was our armor even beaten? it's our most advanced model yet, " one of the advisors says, "Luisa, can you describe the attackers? Anything you can point out?" Carmilla asks, "um...ok...there was almost 20 of them, they all wore cowboy shit...um...there was twins, one with a mustache, and another one that was clean shaven, and the red eyed one..." The mention of red eye makes Carmilla step back, "he was...a monster...he was the one that killed our gunner. " Luisa continues, "but how? We had planned this out. The only weak spot was the nape. We told you all to keep your back to the truck!" The advisor yells, "we did! It was the red eyed one! He bounced a bullet off the truck!" Luisa cried back, "You mean to tell us that a Sinner shot a bullet, it bounced off the truck, and hit him in the 1-inch space on the back of his neck?" Another advisor asks, "Yes! Yes..." Luisa looks disheartened as she thinks no one believes her, "that's enough...get this girl something nice to wear and something warm to eat, she's been through enough" Carmilla says before walking away, "Thank you miss Carmine..." Luisa says while tearing up again
"No...no, it can't be..." Carmilla is muttering to herself as she is walking, followed closely but her daughters, and Vaggie, "mom? You alright?" Clara asks, "Yes, my child, but I need to contact Zestial immediately..." Carmilla says before noticing Vaggie, "Oh? you're still here?" Carmilla asks, "Yeah...I just...what was that?" She asks, Clara and Odette look at Carmilla, "nothing you need to worry yourself about, Child, now don't you have a hotel to help run?" Carmilla asks, "Yes, but..."sigh"...would it be alright if I come back again for training...and...lunch?..." Vaggie asks hesitantly, "hm...Vaggie, as long as you're willing to learn, you are always welcome here" Carmilla says with a bow, followed by her daughters bowing their heads, "oh that's not..." Vaggie says flustered,
Carmilla and her daughters move past Vaggie, "see you soon, V" Clara says with a wink, before Carmilla, Odette, and her leave the room, Vaggie is left alone before a maid comes to escort her out.
For the first time in a long time, she seems to have found friends who understand her.
End of part 7
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2024.05.16 22:38 Plastic-Grand-Piano My mom's dying, I don't know if she'll make it

Hi, this might be a bit long and a bit messy, I'm not in the best mindspace right now and I'm very disoriented. For starters, I'm 14f and my mom is turning 40 this year. In my country, all 14 year olds must take an exam for finishing middle school and all the materials for maths and native language for the past 4 years are going to be on it so yea, I'm a month away from that exam.
My mom has been battling cancer since August 2022. She has liposarcoma, which for those who don't know is a rare type of cancer that forms up in the fat in your body. At first, it started out as a 30 cm tumour in her abdomen, which doctors in my home country passed it off as body fat. Only when she went to a doctor in a different country did she find out it was in fact cancer. The doctors quickly told her to get surgery, which she did a week later. She recovered after a month and we all thought that was that. Except it wasn't. Apparently, the surgeon who did the surgery had missed a small part of the tumor hidden behind the stomach, so the cancer came back. She started treatment in December that same year and was frequently going in and out of the hospital. She first was a patient for an experimental treatment, which had a 50% success rate. Unfortunately, for her it didn't work. Once the doctors saw that, they started chemotherapy. She would do chemo for two weeks, come back home for another two and then go back. This cycle continued until June 2023 when she did a brief pause as she didn't have enough white cells to continue the treatment. In September 2023, she started treatment again and she got better and better. It was like having my mom back. In early December 2023, she was cancer free. The tumor had disappeared and there were no signs of any others. Except the cancer came back only two months later, this time more aggressive. In February 2024, my mom had fainted from a severe headache. Once in the emergency room, it was discovered she had 5 new tumors. One in the abdomen, a small one near her heart and 3 near her brain. She had fainted due to a huge one near her brain that was applying pressure on it. Once again, she had surgery. This time they only removed the tumour that was applying the most pressure, as removing all of them would be quite risky. She did a few rounds of radiotherapy to ease the pain and make the tumours smaller, which did help as the tumour near her heart disappeared, but the ones near her brain only got bigger. She started doing chemo in late March/early April and she has been in the hospital since. They only did one week of chemo and then she was barely conscious for a week. Afterwards, she was getting better and steadier, she even started walking again on her own. Yet at the beginning of this week, it got worse again. Apparently, there's 6 tumours near her brain now and chemo wasn't doing much to help. She's going to start chemo next week again, but the doctor told us not to get our hopes up as the situation is very severe and haven't been a lot of cases like these. They've done everything they can, tried experimental treatments and more. The doctors said she would be lucky to even see me start the next school year. I don't know how to process all this. I always knew there was a possibility she wouldn't get better, but I never thought it would actually happen. I'm close to my mom and we used to have mother-daughter days before all this went down. I can't imagine losing her and I don't know what to do with all these emotions. I'm scared, I don't want to lose my mom, she's been there for everything and she's my best friend.
Any advice on how to act next would be greatly appreciated, thank you for reading this.
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2024.05.16 22:31 Plastic-Grand-Piano My mom's dying and I don't know what to do, anyone been though this??

Hi, this might be a bit long and a bit messy, I'm not in the best mindspace right now and I'm very disoriented. For starters, I'm 14f and my mom is turning 40 this year. In my country, all 14 year olds must take an exam for finishing middle school and all the materials for maths and native language for the past 4 years are going to be on it so yea, I'm a month away from that exam.
My mom has been battling cancer since August 2022. She has liposarcoma, which for those who don't know is a rare type of cancer that forms up in the fat in your body. At first, it started out as a 30 cm tumour in her abdomen, which doctors in my home country passed it off as body fat. Only when she went to a doctor in a different country did she find out it was in fact cancer. The doctors quickly told her to get surgery, which she did a week later. She recovered after a month and we all thought that was that. Except it wasn't. Apparently, the surgeon who did the surgery had missed a small part of the tumor hidden behind the stomach, so the cancer came back. She started treatment in December that same year and was frequently going in and out of the hospital. She first was a patient for an experimental treatment, which had a 50% success rate. Unfortunately, for her it didn't work. Once the doctors saw that, they started chemotherapy. She would do chemo for two weeks, come back home for another two and then go back. This cycle continued until June 2023 when she did a brief pause as she didn't have enough white cells to continue the treatment. In September 2023, she started treatment again and she got better and better. It was like having my mom back. In early December 2023, she was cancer free. The tumor had disappeared and there were no signs of any others. Except the cancer came back only two months later, this time more aggressive. In February 2024, my mom had fainted from a severe headache. Once in the emergency room, it was discovered she had 5 new tumors. One in the abdomen, a small one near her heart and 3 near her brain. She had fainted due to a huge one near her brain that was applying pressure on it. Once again, she had surgery. This time they only removed the tumour that was applying the most pressure, as removing all of them would be quite risky. She did a few rounds of radiotherapy to ease the pain and make the tumours smaller, which did help as the tumour near her heart disappeared, but the ones near her brain only got bigger. She started doing chemo in late March/early April and she has been in the hospital since. They only did one week of chemo and then she was barely conscious for a week. Afterwards, she was getting better and steadier, she even started walking again on her own. Yet at the beginning of this week, it got worse again. Apparently, there's 6 tumours near her brain now and chemo wasn't doing much to help. She's going to start chemo next week again, but the doctor told us not to get our hopes up as the situation is very severe and haven't been a lot of cases like these. They've done everything they can, tried experimental treatments and more. The doctors said she would be lucky to even see me start the next school year. I don't know how to process all this. I always knew there was a possibility she wouldn't get better, but I never thought it would actually happen. I'm close to my mom and we used to have mother-daughter days before all this went down. I can't imagine losing her and I don't know what to do with all these emotions. I'm scared, I don't want to lose my mom, she's been there for everything and she's my best friend.
Any advice on how to act next would be greatly appreciated, I don't know how to react and gesture my emotions, thank you in advance!
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2024.05.16 22:30 Unveilednightingale Thoughts on this relationship ?

Thoughts on this relationship ?
This is the synastry and composite for my daughters father and ex fiancé. We split over a year ago now because I just didn’t feel our compatibility was great. There is little emotional intimacy and poor communication and Ive always craved something so much deeper. He is still wanting to work things out and still so obsessed with me (I seriously don’t understand why b/c I’ve left him twice now) my family is really pushing for it too because he does very well financially and started a new business with my dad. It would save a lot of headache down the road to just stay together for everyone’s sake.
I ended up attracting 12th house relationships after him and the emotional bond I experienced with those people is exactly what I felt was missing with my ex fiancé.
I honestly think he just likes me for my beauty and how I make him look and nothing more. He doesn’t understand my creative drive or care to understand it, he just wants a trophy wife (I’m a successful fashion photographer and I have a small retreat company I host for fashion models and mentorship program) and he could care less about my writing and artistic endeavours and that really bothers me.
I look at our charts and the squares to our major planets plus our moons being so different make total sense and I see that his north node conjuncts my Venus so I feel our connection was fated to happen but I’m really unsure if I should give him another shot or not and keep my family together. Maybe it’s my sag moon that’s making me really hesitant.
I am grateful for any additional insights and explanations as to why I’m feeling the way I am. I wish I felt more with him and from what I see overall we do seem compatible so I’m just really confused because we can’t communicate or connect deeply on any level it seems .
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2024.05.16 22:29 Not_Alice Actual disturbances in my apartment

I don't even know where to get started. I'm mainly writing to get everything off my chest in a community of folks who may or may not have had similar experiences in the past or present. I'd also like to add that creepy, unexplainable things have always happened around me since I was a little kid. So, here it goes:
I moved into my apartment in September 2023. I've always felt comfortable and calm in my home. Besides my usual nightmares (always had them, generally not too scary), everything was copacetic. Either at the very end of December or January 2024, things started getting weird.
It's important to note I live alone in a 1 bedroom apartment. The first time something happened, I was sound asleep and was awoken to 3 knocks on my bedroom door at 3 am. I usually slept with the bedroom door open and just started closing it at night. It was loud and deliberate. I just told myself I'd imagined it and while I was very scared, I drifted back off to sleep. The next day I was on the phone with my sister and told her what happened. Out of curiosity I knocked on my bedroom door and it was the exact same sound.
Over the next few months I heard 3 knocks at my bedroom door, bathroom, or front door around 3 am, 1 am, or 11 pm. I even had a friend visit in March and he was awoken to 3 knocks at the front door at 1 am. Around this time is the first time I heard my daughter's 7-8 year old voice say "Mom?" next to my bed then again a couple weeks later behind me at the head of the bed. My daughter is 12 and lives full time with her dad, so I knew and told myself "that isn't my daughter". I also expierenced what sounded like claw scratches across my stand up heater across each metal section (looks like a radiator) when I was fully awake laying down in bed. Another time I was in bed and for a couple seconds smelt sulfur next to my bed and got up and left my bedroom. After this I took my first actions.
I have a favorite tarot readepsychic I found on (a popular social media app I can't type because it isn't allowed) last year when he was first starting out doing free readings. I was on his live the night after hearing my daughter and asked him and the 13 other people in the live for advice. Him and a few people suggested burning sage (I cannot because it would set off the smoke alarms in the building). Next suggested using sage incense, making loud claps all over the apartment, in the nooks and crannies, to break up energy and get it moving throughout the apartment. Lastly, to open a window and ask whatevewhoever is they to please leave through that designated window. I couldn't find sage incense at Walmart so I got a plug in wax warmer and picked up palo santo/sage wax melts. I went home and did the ritual and I didn't have disturbances for 3 weeks.
During this time, I started leaving the bathroom light on with the door cracked, the bedroom door cracked, and the kitchen light on in the kitchen every night and slept with my winter hat with the top open for my hair as a face mask. Cut to Sunday night, I was woken up to the sound of wooden "pop!" hit the floor, like a staff or the wooden end of a broomstick next to my bed. I thought it was time to get up to go over to get my daughter up for school, but noticed it was completely dark outside. I had my hat over my eyes and told myself to stay calm and rolled over to pretend like I went back to sleep. A few minutes pass and I hear it again and this time feel the vibration on the floor (I sleep on an air mattress on the floor). I ignore it, then it happens 2 times in a row, I keep ignoring it, then it happens another 2 or 3 times in a row. I jump up and say "fuck this shit!" and dash to my living room, grab my purse, shoes, and leave my phone. When I got to the bottom floor I noticed it was 12:15 am. I slept over at my ex-fiances on the couch because I was so scared.
I go back to my apartment Monday night and start hearing a loud wooden "pop!" noise like when a house settles, but live in a concrete building and never heard it before. I was on the phone with a friend until midnight and kept hearing the loud crack/pop noise in the bedroom, kitchen, bathroom every 5-10 minutes for around 2 hours. I fell asleep on my papazon chair (ouch) because I was nervous about sleeping in my bedroom again and was woken to another pop at 2 am. I decided to just bite the bullet and fell asleep on my bed, but woke up every half hour or so, but no disturbances that I noticed. I left my apartment at 5:50 to get my daughter up.
I get back home at about 7am and decide I needed to take a nap from not getting a lot of sleep the last couple days and doze off at about 8 am. I was awoken at about 9 am to what sounded like a loud flick against the air mattress and I felt it, said "nope" and went to lay down (in a ball) on the papzon chair. I was woken up to the loud flick of the air mattress twice, then was awake and heard it again (like flick and air mattress moved). I decided I was leaving, packed up, wen to the bathroom and heard the same sound of the air mattress moving, got in my car and drove to my Dad's a hour in a half away, in part to see him, but mostly to get away from my apartment.
I'm still here now. I've told this all to my friend, sister, and Dad every step of the way and yesterday my therapist and peer support in detail. I'm nervous about being back at my apartment. I have so much fear in my heart and am just scared. I checked with my apartment manager today and no one has died in my apartment in the past. I called a local Catholic Church and left a voicemail with a preist to call me for guidance and hopefully meet up and discuss coming to my apartment with me. I have always been non-religous, but am open to anything at this point.
It's worth noting that I was having horrible, disgusting, wicked thoughts that were so bad I cannot tell anyone what they are because I don't want to be arrested when the disturbances started escalating.
Has anyone had similar experiences? How did you get them to stop? Do you now feel safe and secure in your home? Are you still living with (whatever) today?
Edit: I will not be checking this post while I'm at my apartment so fear of stirring up whatever is there. So my responses might be far between.
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2024.05.16 22:28 Expensive-Move-1 Hoodrats

[currently on episode 8]
My two cents on events and the people -
— Courtney & Aiden I liked how Aiden treated Lebo a lot. Courtney was just a mystery. I feel like these two didn't get a lot of screen time but it could also be because there was no/little drama. Didn't get good vibes from Courtney after they moved back. The "dude" thing was very off putting. Aiden seems like a nice guy, but he's indecisive and unemployed. Why does Courtney want to marry him if she's looking for stability? They don't even look like they're crazy in love or something.
— Khanya A lot to say about her. This is a long one. She was abusive in many ways. However, (unpopular opinion coming), I don't think that the points that she was making were unreasonable. It was her way of doing it.
Example 1, when she met Isaac's friends and they started asking her about why Isaac hasn't been eating well when there's a woman in the house. I would not entertain that sexist BS either. That was out of line. This made Isaac get on her nerves about dishes. Yes, I personally like things clean BUT we're all different people. In an ideal scenario, yes the dishes would be done when you're living with someone BUT these people are all strangers and I wouldn't be doing my chores on someone else's time especially if they're being an ass to me. The whole "what do you bring to the table" thing was also crazy for me for because 1. It's not a job interview and 2. They barely knew each other. He could've asked her anything like "what are some aspects you're trying to work on? Or what do you think works in your relationships?" Anything. Endless possibilities. And he chose the stupidest question.
Example 2, the siza, nkateko, and her scene. Uhfff. There was too much rage in that scene and it was hard to watch. I'm sure everyone understands how badly khanya behaved there but I'll play the devil's advocate for a second. Siza, while seems like a really nice person, has some issues to deal with with her laughing situation, because when you laugh in front of (or worse, AT) an angry person, it tends to agitate them further. Because it's not funny. Be an adult for a second and recognise that this is a serious situation. I understand that laughing is a coping mechanism for some people but it's not always perceived well. Two, Khanya was in fact right for establishing boundaries. Like hello, you showed up unannounced in someone else's house. Nkateko did the same thing. Just barged in like he owned th house with no regard to the othe person living in the house. Where are your manners? Idk if this is a cultural thing because everyone kept going to everyone's house without notice, just randomly showing up. I don't get it. Nkateko is the real ass here who left Siza alone with Khanya because why would you ever do that when you know both of those people? There's something really wrong about Nkateko.
Lastly, I understand that a lot of people might not agree with me here but I'm trying to understand why Khanya behaved that way. She is a strong woman who's not afraid to speak her mind and society doesn't always take that well. Clearly, Isaac's mom hated her and I see that their culture treats men and woman differently. This is not to take away from the fact that she was abusive and escalated situations that could've been handled better.
— Ruth, Isaac, Nolla, Lebo Lebo's a gem and I hope she blocked Nolla from her life. Period. Nolla, doesn't deserve any attention. Ruth, love that she's unapologetic about her actions. She knows what she wants and she's not afraid to ask for it. Deserves muchhhhhh better than Isaac and def Nolla. Isaac, man, get off your high horse. There's some deeply ingrained gender superiority in that man. I have a bad feeling about him.
— Sizakele & Lindile This couple is a question mark for me. Like why come to a show like this when you've only been together for 6 months? Also, the whole gift thing, Siza again just randomly showed up at someone's house and ruined their evening. Like stop going to other people's houses. It's not wrong to speak your mind, but there is a time and place for it, ideally arranged in advance, agreed by both parties.
— Thabi, Genesis, Lindile Genesis looked a bit hurt but I liked how he was dealing with things. Showed maturity. Thabi and Lindile really got along well I think. The Love triangles are messy, def not as bad as the other couples tho. At least they're keeping it civil. I feel like these 3 people at least seem aware that they are on television while the others seem to have forgotten this liittle detail.
In conclusion - I didn't understand why they were trying to replace their partners permanently. The idea is to work on your issues and go back to your OG partner. While there's always room for feelings to develop, it's like no one really spoke about their old partners with the idea of working on their relationships with them. I think they completely missed the point of the show here, but in the drama department, the season was on point!! It was a bit too intense honestly. Could've held back a lil and I never thought I'd say that for the ultimatum/lib producers lol.
ALL THE MEN ON THIS SHOW WERE ABSOLUTE GARBAGE. The bar is in hell ladies.
Edit - grammar +
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2024.05.16 22:27 ttoukax will i be selfish for moving abroad to study leaving my mother who has parkinson’s disease??

i (21 f) am planning to do my masters from abroad. my mother has parkinson’s disease and she can barely do anything on her own and depends mainly on family members for help, especially me and my sister. i wanted to apply last year for masters but didn’t apply cos i decided to spend one year with my family after completing my bachelor’s degree. I have been living in hostel since i was a child. but during that time my mother was healthy and we didn’t face any problem. my father now wants me to stay with my mother and take care of her. i don’t have any problem taking care of her, she is my mom and i love her a lot. but i have to prioritise my career too. i have been a really hardworking and good student since i was a child and i really don’t want to waste my potential and miss this opportunity and give up on my career. since her disease is incurable and she can’t do anything other than physiotherapy. when my brother got to know that i’m applying for masters, he called me selfish for doing that. i asked my father to appoint a caretaker for her who will stay with her all the time (we are financially well off and can afford that) my sister also decided to apply for further studies, so she won’t be there too. we already have a househelp for cleaning and other chores. but cos my mom pretty much can’t do anything, i have the responsibility of the whole house cooking and other chores (my sister helps too) i asked my father to hire a cook but he said he doesn’t like eating food made by any outsider. it gets really difficult for me to manage everything cos i consider my self too young for this and i have my own things too do as well. now that it’s time to apply i haven’t told my father about this in detail, cos whenever i try to talk to him, he tries to emotionally manipulate me. i really love my parents and care for them. but as the time of admission is getting closer i’m feeling really bad and selfish. should i apply or not? will i be selfish for applying? please help me get rid of this dilemma.
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2024.05.16 22:26 Commercial_Big6543 AITA because I made my step mom and guests wait downstairs before my wedding and used my step mom’s champagne glass?

Cross posted on amitheasshole
Sorry in advance this is long. Hello Reddit! I (31F) am coming to you with a situation that happened at my wedding a little over a month ago that I am still thinking about and unsure how to feel or what to do.
Context: The morning of my wedding was SUPER stressful. Our wedding coordinator just vanished, the photographer was an hour and a half late, my make up team was supposed to be 2 people to get through the bridal party and family members in time, but instead was just one woman… all that to say I was stressed, trying to remember our schedule for the day ( which the coordinator had) and get us everywhere on time. With the photographer being late we were RUSHING to get our photos taken quickly. We had an upstairs section of the venue for the wedding parties to get ready and use for photos that the venue told me was private for us. Unfortunately there was no signage, staff, or anything around to tell people that. Despite having 2 sitting rooms downstairs, all our friends and family who arrived super early chose to stand in the hallway of the upstairs separating the bride room from the groom room while we were trying to do photos there.
Where I might be an asshole: The noise and chaos was already stressing me out along with the fact that we were stuck in this small hot room with the door closed because of the ruckus in the hall. The photographer had pre-staged a bottle of champagne and glasses for us to use for photographs in the hall. When someone went to get them, they realized we were one glass short. We’re all like “where’s the other glass? Did the venue forget one?” And one of my bridesmaids says “well Kathy (my step mom 56F) is drinking from one.” I should have realized at the time that since our champagne bottle was unopened, Kathy’s glass was not our missing glass, but I didn’t. Either way Kathy heard us talking about the missing glass from the hall and said “bride can use mine, I’m her step mom she won’t mind drinking after me!”
I didn’t immediately take her up on it because I was still processing everyone being in our space and taking our things (so I thought at the time). Instead I was so annoyed I stuck my heard in the hall and sternly announced that everyone who was not involved in pictures needed to wait downstairs as they were not supposed to be up here. There was a lot of grumbling but people slowly started to clear out. As I processed more I then shouted through the door, “Wait Kathy, before you go we do need your champagne glass”. And she gave it to me.
I thought that was the end of it, but when we moved in to taking family photos, I did a photo alone with my dad (65M) and when he came up to stand beside me he said “Kathy is really angry with you you know.” And I was like “what? Why?” And he said “for accusing her of stealing your champagne and kicking her out from the upstairs”.
I didn’t have time to reply because we had to smile for pictures. I hadnt seen my step mom in the intervening 45 minutes so I had no idea. I did definitely think at the time Kathy took the venue champagne, But I never voiced that to her. Though I did kick her and everyone else out of the upstairs when they did not know they weren’t supposed to be up there.
When it came time to do the whole family photo, Kathy tried to avoid being in the photo all together. When my step brother (her son 26M) forced her to come, she rolled her eyes and begrudgingly stood next to me, but refused to smile, look at me, or talk to me. (In the photos we got back from the photographer she is SO PISSED it’s unreal). At that moment I realized she was LEGIT angry.
The stress from the day, feeling like a bitch for ordering people around, and then having family members angry with me just became too much. I had to take a break and cry for like half an hour the redo my make up which made us all more late. I have ADHD and don’t handle loudness, chaos, or rejection well which likely contributed to my melting down at that point.
Aftermath: I got myself together enough to finish photos, with only a few breaks to cry more, and then got it together to walk down the aisle. Kathy took photos with everyone else in the family smiling like crazy during the night before she left the reception early because she had a headache. My dad almost left too, but I reminded him he was mine and my husband’s ride to our hotel.
At the end of the night during the car ride, I told my dad how after he told me Kathy was pissed and then she was so visibly pissed in the middle of photos that I ended up crying for a while that morning. I hoped he would realize that telling your daughter that in the middle of father daughter photos probably wasn’t the smoothest move, but he just said “oh shit.” And changed the subject.
The next day, Kathy acted fine with me and normal so I assumed she wanted to sweep things under the rug (my family doesn’t have a great track record for handling conflict in a healthy way). I asked my dad about it all and he has at various times told me Kathy’s reactions at the wedding were because she “mixed her meds and took too much because she was feeling anxious” and also told me “she only got emotional because she didn’t take her meds”. We haven’t talked about it since.
Here’s where I don’t know what to do: I keep thinking about how upset and stressed I was the morning of my wedding, it’s making me feel resentful because it’s tarnishing my memories and the experience. But… I don’t know if I have a right to feel this way. I did kind of snap at everyone to make them leave the second floor when they didn’t know they weren’t supposed to be there and I did take Kathy’s class from her in not the most polite way. My dad had super terrible timing in telling me “Kathy is pissed at you”, but also… if I hadn’t of been bossy at people, she wouldn’t be pissed.
So my question is this: AITA for bossing my step mom around during photo time and taking her glass that was legitimately hers?
should I address it with her and my dad to get my feelings off my chest or is this such a silly problem I need to let it go?
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2024.05.16 22:23 fite4self Funny stories about in laws 3

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?!!!
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2024.05.16 22:22 lost_library_book Sister-in-law told me my wife cheated while on vacation [You found *what* on the walls, now?]

I AM NOT OOP. OOP is u/ReverendMuddyGrimes
Originally posted on relationships
2 updates – short
Content warning: drug and alcohol abuse, waste of questionable origin
Original post - October 7th, 2023
Update 1 - March 17th, 2024
Update 2 - May 15th, 2024
Sister-in-law told me my wife cheated while on vacation
The players in this drama. My wife who for the purpose of this post shall be called Anne (female 47). My sister-in-law (female 40) who we shall call Shannon. SIL's cheating partner (male mid 40s) known hereafter as Tony. And myself (male, so close to 50 that I can reach out and slap it). We shall refer to me as "me". Usual disclaimers of cell phone and English is my first language, I just suck at it. So my wife had to travel to her step father's house. He is in very poor health, and she went there to help set up home heath. She was there for a week, and we were in constant contact. Her sister is a drunk and a drug addict. At several points during the visit, we were on video chat when "Shannon" came into the room where my wife and her father were. She was buck ass naked, raging drunk. In front of her father. I was mortified, and I'm sure he was too. Now "Shannon" is married, but separated. She has a live in boyfriend. "Tony" is my father-in-law's primary care giver. For the flight home, "Anne" missed her flight. "Tony" was driving her to the airport. There was an unusual amount of road construction, and they arrived late. She had to take a different flight. Not a big deal. After she was home for a few days, the following text exchange happened between me and Shannon. Shannon: they fucked. Me: who, and did you film it? We could make a fortune on pornhub! Shannon: I saw him leaving her room and smiling. You know she didn't miss her flight! He ain't denying it. Me: well, if they did, he's the luckiest man alive.
Now guys, I know that I have a better chance of creating a fart powered personal jet than this story has of being true. It's just not in her nature. That said, damn that woman to the depths of Detroit's South side for putting the idea in my head.
So, the question: how do I deal with a crazy drunk 80lb woman from 1000 miles away. I can't block her, because the rest of her family has. If something happens to the father-in-law while Tony is at work, I'm the only one she can contact.
Tldr: drunk SIL claims wife cheated. She didn't. I have to decide how to deal with her.
Comments
Indianblanket
Tell Tony you are blocking Shannon and to please contact you directly with any updates he receives from Shannon while he's at work.
Block Shannon.
Call Dad daily.
EdgeCityRed
Yeah, I had a former friend like Shannon: a heavy drinker, mental issues (no offense intended to people dealing with mental issues, but this was the main factor in that case), major liar who'd fixate on specific things to lie about.
I did block this person in every conceivable way but I can't think of anything else to do in your situation but ignore the behavior since you have to be in contact. OR, you and your wife could just talk to Tony about the father-in-law with the understanding that if Tony quits being the caregiver or breaks up with Shannon, he passes your contact info to the next caregiver. If something happens when Tony is at work, he'd still probably know before you.
Anyway, you have nothing to worry about with the wife anyway; you're too funny to dump.
\too funny to dump. I have a host of exes that would strongly disagree. Unless you meant funny looking. Then, they would come down solidly on your side*
Update 1
Several months ago my drunk of a SIL (f-40) told me (m-50) that my wife of 12 years (f-47) cheated on me while setting her her step dad's home health in Detroit. I, of course, didn't believe her. A lot has happened since then. First, we all went up for Christmas. While we were there, SIL (I called her Shannon in the original post) stormed in and claimed that my wife was having sex with her boyfriend "Tony" on the front porch. Two problems with that. 1) It's Detroit in December so it's cold as a well digger's ass outside. 2) my wife is in the chair next to mine. SIL ended up assaulting Tony right after I returned home. She ended up in jail where she was placed on a 3 day psych hold. Apparently being a drunken meth addict makes you crazy. Who knew? Mid January, my father-in-law passed away. This sent SIL into a spiral. Especially when she found out that she couldn't stay in the family home anymore as it had to be sold. She was given $35,000 from her father's retirement to get a new place and hold her over until the sale of the house. My wife and I drove up to prepare the house to go on the market. Y'all, I've been in nasty houses before, but not like this. My father-in-law kept this place immaculate. Now, in just 2 months, it qualifies for an episode of Hoarders. There is dog crap halfway up the walls in the den. I didn't even know dogs could poop that high! There were several empty bottles of $350 tequila in the living room. We figure that she will have drank her entire inheritance in six months. We had to rent a dumpster for me to shovel all of her garbage in to. Obviously, I changed the locks and garage door codes. Im a career garage door installer, so that part was easily done. Even more obviously, all those people who responded to the original post that my wife cheated were VERY wrong. Edit: the dog is a chihuahua. We assume that it did it's doggie business off the back of the couch, since we had to move the couch to find what was causing the smell. We can't take the dog because SIL refuses to see us. TLDR, Wife, who I knew didn't cheat even though her sister claimed she did, was exonerated because her sister is batshit crazy from meth and alcohol.
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Scarletnightingale
Sir, given that she is an alcoholic with a meth addiction, I would assume that that was not dog poop on the walls. Alcoholics tend to have issues with their digestive system and meth and alcohol mess with judgement and a person caring of they pooped on the wall.
Good luck with the house, and I'm sorry that your SIL is making things so much more difficult for you during the loss of your wife's father.
Elfich47 If she making meth in the house, you may need a decon team to clean the site up.
She doesn't make it, just uses. We know this by the amount of dealers that FIL had to chase off
Update 2
I mentioned in my last post that my Father-in-law passed away. From insurance and his retirement both of his daughters received $104k before taxes. We paid our taxes up front leaving us just over $80k. We really don't have much debt, so we put it all on our house. My SIL however chose to accept a lump sum. In the update, when she had gotten the first installment of $35k, I said she would have drank it all in 6 months. Apparently I am a very optimistic man. She has drank,shot up, and snorted the entire $104k in less than 3 months. Through most of the high times, she sent my wife incredibly awful texts claiming that her dad never loved her. Technically it was my wife's step-dad. One of the claims made was that if he loved her he would have adopted her. SIL was too young to remember, but he did try. Her birth father wouldn't sign off on it. Anyway, she is out of money. My wife is getting around a dozen slurred phone calls a day begging her to let SIL sleep on our couch. That is a giant HELL NO from us. We expect to hear any day that she has been found dead.
TLDR: SIL blew her entire inheritance on drugs and alcohol. Now after insulting my wife for months, wants to live with us.
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crom_77
Sounds like you have a head on your shoulders. SIL sounds like a nightmare. Money can wreck a family if it's not handled carefully, I've seen it happen several times. People live like there's going to be a big payout at the end, or like they deserve something.
HuntEnvironmental863
Do you think in 3 months OP will be back on here cause Anne took the 80k and ran off with Tony?
80k is gone. It went on our mortgage. As for Tony, he disappeared when the SIL ran out of money.
Marked as concluded per OOP.
No brigading, no harassment.
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