Little girl birthday party invitations peace

I (27f) broke up with my boyfriend (29m) in November. We had been together for 6 years. Long story short, we decided to work things out in march after he had been trying to win me back the entire time we were apart. I’m happy and feel like we made the right decision. However, during our time apart he started seeing this girl in February and they talked for like a month. Side note: this girl has been around for years and tried getting between us when we first started dating, she is pretty nuts.
He ended things with her the day that I came over to talk to him. Fast forward to last Tuesday night I just had an urge to look at his phone and I found texts to her from Saturday when he was drunk. She had sent him an invite to her birthday party and he texted back saying he’s sorry but he can’t make it, then he said he missed her, that he made a mistake, he wishes he could hang out with her etc. then he texted her the next day saying sorry and that he was drunk. I was obviously very upset and he says that it was a huge mistake and that he wants to be with me. He texted her to apologize and told her that he is trying to work things out with me. He said the situation with her is 100% done. The break up was very emotional and confusing for us both but I can’t understand why he would do that if he wants to be with me. I had never had an issue with him and other girls during our relationship so this was super shocking and makes me wonder if he has feelings for her. Do I take his word for it that it was just a mistake after a confusing time for us? I am trying to believe that he would be with her and not me if he wanted to.
TL:DR I found texts on my boyfriends phone to the girl he saw while we were broken up

Alright so let me get down to it, I am 14 he is 15 and I have liked him since early March but have never spoken to him at this point only once in our design technology class we used to have together. Over the easter break he added me on snapchat and instagram and we have been talking everyday without fail non stop, over the easter break i was in japan with family so there was a time difference but we adjusted to it for the 2 weeks i was there. He'd ask me to send him daily vlogs of everything i'd do there and just to spam him so when he wakes up he has something to wake up to pretty much. Within the first day of us talking he had already started making silly jokes, my friend had said something funny so i put it on my instagram story and he replied to my text saying "oh just go text __" with a rolling eyes emoji as a joke. We had also talked about birthdays and I mentioned how his is in my calendar and notes and he said he knows mine too and called me cute when i said i have it in my notes. We have a mutual friend who had hinted to him to start talking to me and be my friend because i was too shy to and this friend had asked him within 3 days of me and him being friends if he likes me, he asked "does she like me (implying me) or does she like like me because i wouldnt mind either" he said he wasnt sure if he liked me or not because it was too early. Our mutual friend would tell me he would always say "oh we are young and theres no point of dating at this age" since he had one girlfriend previously and he is over it but is just tired of getting played with pretty much. Fast forward me and him and our friend made plans to go out together in London but she couldn't make it so it was just me and him, nothing was awkward when we met up we hugged and got on with it. He held doors open for ,e offered to pay for my stuff, offered me his food because I hardly bought anything (I don't enjoy KFC that much but he wanted to go so we did), we went to an art gallery together, he suggested we go on London eye together and if you don't know what that is it's pretty much a big ferris wheel. We were at a bus stop together this same day and we were talking about our favourite games pretty much getting to know eachother face to face and we held eye contact through the whole thing and we were both smiling. When we were going home on the train he asked me to sit opposite him which I was confused why and he wouldn't tell me why but I'm assuming it was to look at me because he didn't have a problem with sitting next to me at all. We were out until sunset pretty much 8 hours and we hugged when we went home and oh my god his fragrance was SO strong but smelt SO good and it stayed on me even when I was home. Anyway skipping forward to when we were back to school, I made him a gift basket with stuff from Japan and I gave it to him and he hugged me infront of all his friends and sent me videos of him opening everything and he was super happy with it. I told him the night before I was so so scared to give him it because what if he didn't like it and he told me he'd love it no matter what, i also mentioned how i tried my best with it and he said cute. We have matching bracelets which I suggested and he was fine with me getting them from japan for us, we have been wearing them everyday pretty much and everyone at school thinks we are dating. Now, the bracelets I bought from japan he complained it was quite tight on his wrist so I ordered us new ones, they are spiderman themed ones gwen and miles with a half heart magnet on each so when you put them together it makes a full heart. I gave it to him around 3 weeks ago and he was so happy with it, he walked past me and i said he looks zesty as a joke and he laughed and told me to shut up but said thank you once again. We play games together all the time and our main thing is roblox horror games we both adore them and it's so fun playing them with him and pretty much everyone teases us at school about eachother. Anyway, 2 weeks ago I got a dm from a girl at my school asking for my snap as she wanted to tell me something, in summary she accused him of taking his bracelet off around his friends and saying he was talking to other girls to cover up the fact he was talking to me pretty much embarrassed of me. I sobbed my eyes out and texted him asking to talk, he said sure and I expected him to text me but he ended up calling me, I talked to him about all this and he was shocked and proved it all false, at this point we had been wearing our 2nd pair of bracelets since he complained about the other but 1 day he forgot it at his dads house so we didn't have it that day. He said to prove to me he never takes it off he's going to wear the bracelet that is tight on his wrist and I thought it was so so sweet, we were on facetime for so long and his mum ended up inviting me over to their house and i of course went. Later that night I texted him saying i'm getting mixed signals off him and I kinda played it off as "oh we are friends and im scared u like me" so he said no he doesnt but i wanna think its because of the way i worded it, moving on i met up with him last period and our other friend pretended to drop me off and he said "heres your girlfriend __" and he said "ah thanks __" basically not flinching to me being called his girlfriend, we walked together and at this point i am also friends with his sister. We were walking and we went to his room, he let me do his makeup and he downloaded my favourite game (Final Fantasy 7) to play since I was there and we played a bit together, we played some minecraft too and it was hillarious and a roblox single player horror. I know it sounds childish but i really love these things, we ate dinner in his room and I also noticed he had a shelf dedicated to the gift basket i made him, literally nothing on that shelf but the stuff i bought him which was so cute. He also has a shelf dedicated to fragrances and he got me to pick my favourite and coincidentally was the one he wore when we went out together and i told him how it stayed on me all day and he said "good that means its good". Then I had to go home, I was at his home pretty much for 3 hours and I had to go since he had rugby, anyway when I was leaving I gave him a hug and I felt silly so i tightened it slightly and I felt him do it back which made me really happy, I said bye and walked down the stairs and I could hear it took a while for him to close the door which made me think he watched me walk downstairs and my theory was proven right when he texted me after saying how nice my mums car is. I texted him after thank you so much for having me over and he said i need to come over again and we said he could come around mine next time. Later that day I posted some pics I took on my story which he was fine with as he viewed them and didn't say anything. The next day he texted me during last period asking if i could take some specific ones down as his entire class was pretty much teasing him and he got tired of it, he usually doesn't care what others think about us and has literally told me that before himself but I completely understood as it was pretty much his whole class so of course I did and he said he didn't want people to think we're dating, I apologized profusely and things were back to normal, the day after I get a text from my friend and she asked if he was texting me during last period the day prior and i said yes how did u know and she said he had a baby smile on his face which made me happy. Anyway, since then it has just been pretty much mixed signals he said we should go ice skating together because i mentioned i never have and we are also planning to go painting in the park together next week. Earlier this week I think Tuesday? I curled my hair and i sent him a snap of it as we were planning to play together and he replied to it saying "Woah" and i asked what do u mean woah as i didnt know what snap he was replying to, we got on a ps party and i kept pestering him to tell me why he said that and he was making excuses saying he replied to my story but it showed up as snap and basically just getting nervous and bothered until he finally said "your hair looked very nice" he also complimented my necklace last week and i have only been wearing that and whenever he sees it he comments on it which makes me smile. On the Tuesday he also remembered what times I had my tutor so we planed when we could play which i thought was really sweet too. On Monday I sent him a lot of videos of me yapping and i said sorry for the spam at the end and he said "wdym sorry for the spam yap all u want" so then Wednesday or Tuesday I can't remember which, I literally sent him over an hours worth of videos I'm NOT exaggerating and it was of me literally just talking and he watched every single one and replied to them too and even saved some in our chats, he has tendencies to save random pics and vids of me in our chat. Today he was meant to do district sports for our school so he didn't wear his bracelet as he didn't want to break it but then last minute they said he couldn't go and i went to his form / homeroom and checked up on him and he genuinely looked upset which almost made me cry and i wanted to hug him so bad but everyone was there and i didnt know if he'd be okay with it so throughout today i've literally been sending him videos and texts to make sure he's okay now i'm just waiting on a reply. his replies are SHIT literally all his friends and his ex say this too so its not just a me thing. also is it a good sign if he introduced me to all his friends? over the weekend i was in a ps party with him and 3 others for like 2 days! He's generally a really friendly person nobody dislikes but I also think he likes me and literally everyone i tell about this says he does! I don't know tho because i really really really like this guy hes the first guy ive ever actually liked so i dont know what to do now :( Does he like me?!

Without context this sounds even more rambled. I just want a space to share my hurt and pain. And how intense the feelings of someone leaving a person with BPD can be. How my brain is not wired correctly enough to handle when fear of abandonment is triggered.
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I hope you’re okay I hope your family is okay.
I realize I did the best for myself and you did the best thing for yourself. You felt every feeling I felt, I did my best to control my emotions and I think I did well. Despite your criticism about me and what I needed to do or how I needed to be, I just did my best with my feelings. And me opening up to you about my most deepest darkest secret, my inner torture was selfish. I wanted you to care about me on another level that you were not equipped for and not ready for.
I’m glad I got angry at you, I glad I pushed back and said what you are offering isn’t enough for me. It was hard. It was so hard to say “no, I’m not going to accept that even if that means losing you completely”
When you said that one line to me all I heard was “I don’t want you but here is an easier way for me to say it.” And that was me understanding what you were really saying that you couldn’t say. That you didn’t feel brave enough saying yet. So I took that control. That responsibility off your shoulders.
I scared you that morning. I know I did. I was trying to take control of the situation. I was trying to burn it down so I can say that it was me that didn’t want this. I always intended to give you your things back, but I enjoyed that last little bit of power I had over you.
Did it feel good to tell someone you didn’t want them the way you’d been told? Did it make you feel powerful again?
To see you get so angry at me for hearing your truth. Hearing you without your mask.
I wanted to make you feel as uncomfortable as I did when I stared at you. How broken and in pain I was.
I wanted to reconnect so I asked for intimacy. You seemed repulsed by me. It ruined me to understand you didn’t want me anymore.
Please forgive me. This was my second time dealing with a massive trigger. I’m so blind in these. It’s like my feelings are on broil, and my insides are on fire. I’m opening windows and extinguishing it out using twisted words and fits of rage. Please accept me for me even when I’m at my worst.
I had therapy yesterday. I reached out to all my friends who patiently listened to me cry as I told them I had lost someone I thought would be here for a long time. I went to yoga, and stretched out the ache of this weekend. And as I wrung out my soul over the mat, I let my tears fall freely. What else could I do?
I want to make you a monster. A digestible version of you that makes me understand why I hurt all over.
I felt silly for disturbing her peace. But I just had to know if the person I saw that day was who you were or who I made up in my head through my tinted glasses.
I sent you that song. I just wanted you to know I would remember all the good and that’s all I’d be able to have.
I couldn’t go back home. I wasn’t punishing you. I didn’t go back home, I went to my best friend’s house and I explained how I felt. I said all the words I couldn’t say to you because I needed to process things. I feel like if you had gotten the version I told her, you would’ve understood. You wouldn’t have been angry, scared or overwhelmed. You would’ve comforted me. Have you ever wanted to be held by the person who was breaking you?
I won’t drink anymore. I’m too disgusted with myself.
I saw Jeremy Allen White and Ayo Debriri today. I wanted to call you sooo bad but I couldn’t. I don’t have you to call anymore. I got home and instead of crying alone, I called my best friend and let her hear me cry again. She was patient, supportive. I do have a community to escape to whenever I’m broken. Will it be enough for the edges of my mind?
I keep wondering what version of this story are you going to tell people? That you met a girl that turned out to be crazy and you were glad you dipped out? Or will you tell them about a girl you tried really hard to like through your own pain. How she grasped on to your attempts to be this person for her. How you had to tell her that you weren’t there yet nor would you ever be. How she lashed out because it’s the only way she knows how to deal with such an intensity of emotions. How you were overwhelmed at how unstable she could be. How you had to hear her talk about you being a apart of her finality. How she laid down her soul in attempts for you to save it. How you had to tell her she had to save herself.
It hurt me so much for you to tell me you thought I was going to hurt you. Like the version in front of you had erased the person I showed you I was all these months. I thought you knew I hated myself more than I hated you, even as you unintentionally hurt me to save yourself. I could never hurt you. I just wanted you to see me raw and broken. I wanted you to see me and want me anyway.
If a simple trip to a new city was too soon for us. Why would you seeing the worst part of me make you want to stay?
I wish you knew how much restraint had during this episode. How I would usually say things to people to take them apart from the inside, how I would picked at your greatest insecurities, I would take the secrets you’d given me and torture you with them. I didn’t do any of that. And you might not see how much I’ve grown from where I was.
It makes me sad when you say you wished you handled things differently. Because I think you’re saying that you wished you never knew me at all. I can’t let myself think in such black and white terms. I can’t make you into a monster to make you digestible for my pain. I have to believe you’re grey. You’re human.
The shirt hurt me. It made things so finite. It was you saying, “I don’t ever want to see you again and I don’t want any semblance of you around me”. It was like a gunshot wound but this time there was no exit point. It lingered deep inside of me and shredded my vital organs. It was you reminding me you were abandoning me.
You did really good. You handled me so well. You did your best. You were delicate with me. Thank you.
I’m worried that you think who I was that day is who I am. I hope you know I put a mask on that day and I didn’t take one off.
I woke up today and everything still hurt.

So me and my gf have been together for a little more then 6 months now. 2 weeks ago we had our last day of school before the exams and decided to have a little party with some friends. We would first go to someone's home and after that we would go to a club where the rest of the school was. We have a friend group of 6 and this time one other girl from school came with us.
When my gf went to the wc I started chatting with that one girl as I know here a little. We had a nice conversation, but she came to sit closer every now and then. My gf saw this and became sad of it but didn't say anything. Me and that on girl were the only kinda sober persons when we got to the club. My gf was laughing and having fun with the rest and I had fun with that girl, but later that evening she went home. Someone came to tell me and my world broke. We're still together, but she is in so much pain and idk how I can help here. I really don't want to lose here, but I feel like she can't handle it anymore.
Pls I need someone to talk about it and maybe help. Preferably a girl as I'm more comfortable with girls and they probably have a better idea of what she's feeling. Pls dm me if you can help

Am I the asshole, because I told my aunt that she was hysterical and conceited?! I, 16 Female, need some kind of special glasses to see at all, and these glasses happen to be damn expensive, not to mention that I have to travel at least 2 hours from my village, that they can make the glasses for me. I obviously have to wear these glasses all the time, and I also wore it on one of my cousins' birthday at my dad's side , where my mom's sister and her family were also invited on a friendly basis. The others were playing, and I did NOT join, because I should have taken off my glasses to play football, and I don't like playing football anyway. So I sat on the bench beside the field as a commentator, and my role was to say who had the ball, etc. When the others decided to take a break, my cousin, 11 Male, walked towards me, stopped about 1 meter from me, and threw the ball at my head with all of his strength. Let me not say that the glasses flew off my head like a bird, and, of course, shattered. When my dear cousin noticed what he done, he immediately started saving himself, saying that I didn't say well what was happening, and that's why he missed a goal. After I realized what had happened, I started yelling at him. He broke my glasses, which my parents bought for me barely a month ago, and he even wanted to make me look bad! Of course, my aunt, her mother, came over to see what is going on. I told her that her dear son threw a ball to my head, and she didn't believe me! The others who were playing soccer also intervened and said that everything happened as I said, because they saw it, and my aunt's reaction was to tell me not to be so hysterical, and he didn't throw the ball on purpose, it's just a pair of glasses anyway, and why am I upset now, I shouldn't have been playing wearing glasses. By this time, my tears were already flowing in streams, and in my anger I told her not to be so hysterical and conceited, and she should accept that it's her son's fault now. Of course, she got mad, and went to yell to my mother, that she could really raise me properly, because I can't behave. In short, my mother also had a fight because my aunt didn't want to give me a penny to get new glasses, and they left the birthday party in anger.
So, am I the asshole?

First of all English is not my first language, so please forgive any mistakes and the account is a throwaway.
I am reaching out for some advice on a difficult situation involving my big brother. background: My brother (52), met his ex-wife when he was 33, and she was 20, while they were both at university. He was a researcheteacher, and she was a student. They fell deeply in love and got married after three years of dating. They had two sons and one daughter during their marriage, and everything seemed perfect from the outside. My SIL then became a psychologist, and my brother continued his work as a professor at the university.
My brother adored his daughter, she was definitely his favorite. However, when my brother was 45 his happiness was shattered when my brother discovered that his daughter was not his own, and that his wife had been having an affair for four years with a younger man. This revelation devastated my brother, and his wife left with their daughter. Despite the fact that mothers often receive custody of the children in my country, my brother managed to obtain custody of his sons during the week and give up his right on his daughter that was adopted by SIL AP.
After the divorce was finalized, my brother 46 at this time spiraled into alcoholism as a way to cope with his sadness. Meanwhile, my ex-SIL and her AP moved to a new city and started a new family. My brother's drinking escalated, causing him to lose his job and damage his relationships with his sons. Eventually, my ex SIL regained primary custody of the children due to my brother's alcoholism and because he has been involved in altercations
Initially, people sympathized with my brother, but as his alcoholism worsened, sympathy turned to judgment. At first, my ex SIL was ostracized by her family and friends because of her affair with her AP, mainly due to their age difference but gradually, she regained her friends while my brother lost his, including my other brother who no longer speaks to him. Despite my family efforts to help him, we tried some intervention, suggest he go to see a therapist or rehab, but my brother remains isolated and consumed by his addiction.
I am heartbroken to see him in this state and feel helpless and angry because my ex SIL has managed to come back into the light. She has regained custody of her children, reconnected with her friends, had 2 more children with her AP and is living her life peacefully. It feels like her affair was just a minor mistake, while it's destroying my brother. My nephews no longer want to see their father, and it breaks my heart. I see posts on social media about her from friend or her family where she's having fun, laughing, invite to birthday... It's just not fair.
My parents are desperate with my brother, we don't know what to do anymore. I fear that we may lose my brother if things continue this way
TL;DR: My brother's life turned upside down when he discovered his daughter wasn't his and his wife had been having an affair. He spiraled into alcoholism, lost his job, and damaged his relationships with his sons. Meanwhile, his ex-wife moved on, regained custody of their children, and started a new family. Despite efforts to help him, he remains consumed by addiction. I fear we may lose him if things don't change.

Growing up I was a big fan of videogames, specifically shooters (battlefront, medal of honor, early 2000's stuff). However, nothing was as cool as the light-gun games from arcades. I never really got the chance to play in many arcades, so whenever I found one, I liked to pick the gun up and pretend I was playing (I was a child with no money, and my parents weren't terribly fond of videogames, so I never really got the chance to actually play a lot of them). Cabelas Big Game Hunter was pretty much the extent of the ones that I could play.
However, one of my earliest memories is of a specific game that managed to traumatize me for about a decade and a half.
One day my family went to a bowling alley for a birthday party. We bowled for a bit, but when we all finished we were just hanging out and celebrating. I noticed that there was an arcade corner and wandered over. One particular cabinet caught my eye: House of the Dead. The demo was playing, and I saw zombies limbs flying off from where you shot them, holes opening up in their chest from the bullets, and shooting thrown axes out of the sky. I thought it was the coolest thing ever, "its like you are actually shooting them!" I picked up the light-gun and started trying to match my aim to the demo, pretending I was actually playing. I was probably there for like 5 minutes, making the gun noises with my mouth and pretending I was the best cop in the world saving people from the undead.
In my hyperfixation, I failed to notice someone walk over behind me and wordlessly slip a couple quarters into the machine. The person was evidently a janitor, as they had a mop and bucket, and after they had put some change in the slot they just left without a word. I wasn't sure what happened but I did know that what they did meant that I could play the game for real!
I was really excited as I had never actually played the game before. It starts and I see the first two zombies start shambling toward me. I bring the gun up and start shooting at them, noticing that I only hit them like 2 times out of 7. "Well, this is harder than it looks." I keep shooting, but then the gun stops working. At this point the zombies are getting much closer. I keep pulling the trigger in vain as they shamble towards me. They reach me, and I can do nothing except watch as they raise their bloody axes and strike the screen, leaving a big, bloody slash mark. They attack a few more times, tearing my digital body to pieces, and eventually a big "game-over" washes over the screen.
I put the gun back in the holster as the "insert coin to continue" message flashes. I wide-eyed walk back to the rest of the family and eat some pizza.
It wasn't until years later did I realize how much of an impact this had on me. After that day, I was deathly afraid of zombies. Movies, games, books; if anything had zombies in it I got sick to my stomach and started shaking. My extended family got into COD zombies a few years after that, and hoo-boy did I not like that. I couldn't be in the same room as them if they were playing. It didn't even matter what type of zombie it was, whether the typical walking dead, or the fast vampire-like ones from I Am Legend, just the word zombie was enough to send me into a state.
It was never bad enough that my family really noticed, but I have since grown out of it.
It makes me laugh to think about how the kind gesture of a stranger putting a quarter into a little kids machine would instead lead to said child being traumatized for years. A trauma that could likely have been avoided if someone had told the little boy how to reload.

So me and my gf have been together for a little more then 6 months now. 2 weeks ago we had our last day of school before the exams and decided to have a little party with some friends. We would first go to someone's home and after that we would go to a club where the rest of the school was. We have a friend group of 6 and this time one other girl from school came with us.
When my gf went to the wc I started chatting with that one girl as I know here a little. We had a nice conversation, but she came to sit closer every now and then. My gf saw this and became sad of it but didn't say anything. Me and that on girl were the only kinda sober persons when we got to the club. My gf was laughing and having fun with the rest and I had fun with that girl, but later that evening she went home. Someone came to tell me and my world broke. We're still together, but she is in so much pain and idk how I can help here. I really don't want to lose here, but I feel like she can't handle it anymore.
Pls I need someone to talk about it and maybe help. Preferably a girl as I'm more comfortable with girls and they probably have a better idea of what she's feeling. Pls dm me if you can help

I’m aware that this is unconventional. Believe me, I’ve tried conventional – it didn’t end well for anyone. I require a certain open mindedness that I’m hoping I might find here, but more importantly, I need my future husband to know the rules. Meet-cutes are well and good on the screen, but they don’t guarantee a partner’s ability to follow basic instructions. That was my mistake the first time.
So, begging your pardon for my bluntness, I’m going to be clear about my requirements. Please read carefully – if you can’t meet them, there’s no point in going any further.

• Must want children. At least one child, anyway. I’m open to the idea of more, but one is an absolute must.
• Must be in it for the long haul. Until our child turns eighteen, to be precise. I understand that level of commitment is a daunting prospect, particularly when we have not yet met. After our child is born, you are welcome to ignore me, if you please, or take your pleasure elsewhere – though I will warn you that it might be difficult to come by. But you will live under my roof until our child is an adult.
• Homebody preferred. It will make the next two decades easier on you.
• Must have impeccable manners. I will provide a manual outlining the required etiquette, but you must at least have a grasp of basic courtesy to begin with. If you let your tongue run away with you, or don’t bother to wish your neighbours a good morning when you pass them in the street, stop reading – this is not the opportunity for you. Seriously.

This is the part where I should talk about myself, but let’s face it, this is hardly a romantic proposal. I require commitment up-front and there’s no guarantee that, once we do meet, we’ll really even like each other. If we do? Fantastic! It’ll help the years fly by. If we don’t, you’ll still have the main prize – years of rent-free, expenses-free living at The Old Oak Hotel.
A sanctuary has stood in this spot in one form or another since before the ley lines. During its tenure, it has been flooded, put to the flame, and pounded into dust. Time and again, it has been reimagined and rebuilt. Most of the current building dates back to Victoria’s reign, though the oldest parts were constructed in the 13^th century. At the very bottom of the garden, cut into the surrounding hills, there is a cave bearing handprints of red ochre.
There has always been an Edwards at the hotel, though of course we haven’t always gone by that name. You would think a family so tied to one place would do a better job of keeping records, but no one is certain of our origins. Perhaps it was a cosmic bargain, or perhaps mere luck – whether good or bad, I have never been able to decide. Either way, our presence is required. Throughout our spotty past, there’s a story here and there of an Edwards deserting their post, and it always coincides with a particularly brutal period of history.
I inherited the position five years ago. At midnight on my eighteenth birthday, my parents took their already-packed suitcases and left. I don’t blame them for their abandonment; I intend to one day do the same thing to my – or, hopefully, our – child.
They send me postcards and photos from time-to-time, always smiling on sunny beaches. Money isn’t a concern for them. That’s part of whatever mysterious deal our ancestors made – when a caretaker leaves in good-standing, they will never want for anything again. They could travel the world for the rest of their lives, always sleeping in the softest sheets and dining in the finest restaurants, and never find their pockets empty.
Keep this point in mind, for if you can meet my requirements, you will share my good fortune.
And what must we do in return? I can all but hear you scream the question. Why, very little. The presence of an Edwards ensures that the guests can’t stray from the hotel grounds. Most of our guests are live-in residents, though we do get the occasional walk-in. Where they come from, I don’t know, for we are not visible to most people who stumble upon our lonely corner of the world. I’ve come to believe the hotel chooses to reveal itself when its lacking entertainment, or to fill a need.
Jimmy, my first husband, was one such guest.
For the most part, the guests are harmless. They’ll give you a little fright from time-to-time, popping out from a wall or turning your bathwater into blood, but I find it hard to hold it against them. I’ve found twenty-three years here dreary; I can’t imagine how bored I would be after five hundred.
There are a few exceptions you should be aware of:

• Eric. Our resident serial murderer. He claims to have been Jack the Ripper while he still drew breath, but I think he’s just a blowhard. He knows better than to harm an Edwards, but I’m afraid spouses are fair game. Years ago, my grandmother managed to confine him to the fourth floor, so you will be perfectly safe from him as long as you never set foot there. Occasionally, the lift will stop on that floor even though you haven’t pressed the button for it. Do not get out. Even if the lift appears to be on fire or starts filling with murky water. Wait for the doors to close again, then go to another floor. It should only take a few hours.
• The Thing in the Cellar. I don’t know what It is; no one ever has. We only know It eats rats and must be fed once a day. If I’m ever ill or incapacitated, this task will fall to you. Harvest the rats from the traps in the garden, then stand at the cellar door and throw them down the stairs. Do not walk down the stairs and do not forget to feed It. You don’t want to be the first person to see Its’ face.
• Mrs Jones. Old fashioned and a stickler for manners, she’s the reason I’m advertising for a husband rather than a boyfriend. She won’t abide a couple living in sin under the same roof as her. Really, though, she’s a sweet old thing. Full of stories about the war and always ready to help if I get stuck on a recipe. I don’t blame her for what happened with Jimmy at all. I’d warned him enough times.

Guests aside, there are other rules you will need to follow to ensure a safe, satisfactory stay at The Old Oak Hotel. They are listed in a book that has been re-penned many times over the centuries. If you choose to accept this opportunity, I will insist that you read it until you can recite the pages word-for-word.
However, there are some rules so critical for your survival that I feel compelled to list them here:

• With the exception of the fourth floor, you are welcome to roam the hotel and its grounds as you please. But you must never set foot outside of our land – not until our child is old enough to fulfil their duties. If I were to do so, it would unleash pandemonium – plague, peril, perhaps another world war. I’m afraid you would be less crucial to the fate of the world, but it would certainly be a personal disaster.
• Never look in the mirrors in room 33.
• I’ve touched this point already, but it bears repeating: never be rude to Mrs Jones.

Failure to observe that last rule is what got Jimmy.
She doted on him. I think he reminded her of her long-dead son, for she pampered him as if he were one of her own. Each morning, she had breakfast ready for him before I had so much as opened my eyes, and she developed a habit of trailing along after him, complimenting his skill as he oiled rusted hinges or set a crooked picture straight.
At first, Jimmy basked in the attention. But by the end of his second month, he was growing bored of Mrs Jones, me, and the hotel itself. We pride ourselves on our facilities. If you need more activity than a turn around the garden, we have a lovely indoor pool – it freezes over every now and then, but most of the time it’s perfectly usable. Our library is unmatched. Although the room is cramped, it has every book imaginable; you only need to think of a particular title, and it will appear on one of the shelves. And now that I’ve dragged us kicking and screaming into the 21^st century, we have a wide array of streaming services.
It wasn’t enough for Jimmy. He wanted to go out – eat in a restaurant, watch a film in the cinema, see any faces other than the ones he was surrounded by every day. He began having a drink each evening. One drink turned into several, and after a few weeks, the bar became his permanent residence between dusk and midnight.
He wasn’t the only one getting bored. I had been thrilled when he first arrived; ecstatic when he agreed to stay. How marvellous to feel real flesh beneath my fingers after five years of only the dead for company. What a relief to have some assistance in the many tasks required to keep the hotel running as it should.
The more he drank, the less inclined he was to help – or even spend time in my company. He no longer visited my bed, choosing a room for himself on the opposite end of the floor. When our paths did cross, at best he would ignore me. At worst, he would nitpick or outright rail against me, blaming me for his captivity.
Still, I made an effort to be present whenever he frequented the bar. As lovely as Mrs Jones can be, she does have a tendency to nag. Before and after her death, she was close to teetotal, only consenting to take a single sherry at Christmas, and drinking outside of special occasions is something of a bugbear of hers.
“Think of your health, dear,” she would tell Jimmy brusquely. “You’ll miss it when it’s gone.”
Or, “How about we switch to a nice apple juice now? You’ve had quite enough to drink for one night.”
Most of the time, Jimmy managed to pull himself together enough to flash a charming smile and distract her with a compliment about her latest meal. But after one drink too many, I’d noticed him gritting his teeth and just barely managing to hold his tongue.
It was better if I was present. Playing the doting wife, I insisted on pouring his drinks, watering them down out of his sight. When Mrs Jones’s nagging bordered on relentless, I could always distract her with a game of gin rummy.
On his final day, I was running behind. The ghoul on the second floor – usually the least demanding of our guests – had come down with some dreadful illness, or else decided he wanted to inconvenience me. Either way, I had woken that morning to the foulest stench I had ever experienced. I followed it to his room and found every surface covered in putrid green-blank gunge, its consistency somewhere between mucus and vomit.
All day I scrubbed, taking only brief breaks to step outside before I fainted. By the time the room was restored to a passable state, and I had filled several bin bags to bursting with filthy rags, it was already deep into the night. Mindful of the time, I paused only long enough to wash the streaks of muck from my arms and face before racing to the bar.
I arrived just in time to hear Jimmy’s last words. After he spat them at Mrs Jones, she only stared for a small eternity, her mouth frozen in the motherly smile she wore whenever she scolded him.
Then, like melted wax, her face began to shift.
I shouted at Jimmy to run, but he didn’t need to be told. Before the words left my mouth, he leapt from his barstool and streaked through the door. Mrs Jones followed him seconds later. Her lips were already peeling back to reveal rows upon rows of long, wickedly sharp fangs, while claws sprouted from beneath her lace-edged cuffs.
I sprinted after them, but Jimmy was fuelled by fear and Mrs Jones by whatever force propels the Mrs Joneses of the world. I followed the screeching to the lobby. Breathless, I arrived to see he had arrived within mere feet of the entrance before Mrs Jones grabbed him.
Claws wrapped around his throat, she lifted him into the air. As I watched, her jaw unhinged, the lower part dropping so that it was nearly level with her chest.
That sight drove all the sense out of my head. Forgetting every rule my parents had ever drilled into me, I lunged at her.
She batted me away as though I weighed no more than a fly.
I crashed into the reception desk, the breath bursting from my lungs in a great woosh. I was certain that I would die, for no amount of effort seemed to force air back into my aching chest. At last, as my vision began to dim, I managed to take a small gulp – then another, and another, until I was able to draw myself together enough to regain my feet.
By that time, Mrs Jones had nearly finished her dinner. Jimmy’s chest was splayed open, muscle and shattered ribs protruding every which way from his flesh, and she was devouring the last few bites of his heart.
His head was angled towards me. The light had winked out from his eyes, but they still held his final terror – and an accusation which, I was quite certain, was directed at me. I would like to say I felt only horror, but I couldn’t help my sudden jolt of irritation. How may times had I told him to mind his manners?
Mrs Jones gulped, the sound thick and wet in her gullet, and dropped what remained of Jimmy to the floor.
Then she turned to me.
Here’s another rule for you, one which I hope you never have cause to use: never interfere with a kill.
The Mrs Jones who used to kiss my grazed knees, who argued with my mother for the right to read me bedtime stories, was no longer at the wheel. No amount of pleading or reasoning would move her.
I could only run.
Spinning around, I vaulted over the reception desk and raced for the office behind it. If Jimmy had not been out of his mind with fear and booze, he might have remembered the rules and survived; it was one of several staff-only rooms throughout the hotel warded to keep out unwanted guests.
Just ten steps from desk to door, yet it was the longest journey of my life. My hard-won breath burned my throat; my heart pounded in my ears, deafening me to all other sounds than Mrs Jones’s heavy, pounding footsteps.
Grasping the handle, her hot, copper-tanged breath was on my neck. Fire exploded in my flesh as she raked her claws down my back. A step further away, and I wouldn’t have made it; the pain would have been too great. But I managed to throw myself into the office and slam the door before crumpling to the ground.
Before I passed out, I heard her grunting and shrieking outside, furious that she couldn’t get in.
Three days I spent in the office, emerging only to feed The Thing in the Cellar before scurrying back to my hiding place. Whenever I left, I tried not to look at the mangled heap that used to be Jimmy. There was no avoiding the smell, though.
With no small difficulty, and the help of a first aid kit, I managed to treat and bandage the wounds on my back. They bled sluggishly all throughout the first day, but thankfully didn’t fester.
On the morning of the fourth day, there was a tentative knock on the door followed by the sound of rapidly retreating footsteps. I waited until they had disappeared down the corridor before cracking the door open. On the floor was a freshly baked Victoria sponge and a beautifully written note of apology.
It took every ounce of courage I possessed, but that evening I forced myself to go to the dining room. Mrs Jones was waiting for me, her eyes red-rimmed, a steaming cottage pie on the table. I tried not to flinch as she took my hand, re-iterating the apology she had already delivered in writing.
The next morning, she helped me clean Jimmy up.
We treated each other cautiously for a while, but eventually we got back to playing gin rummy again. When the scars on my back twinge, as they sometimes do, she helps me rub a soothing ointment into them. Even though I’ve told her it’s not necessary, she apologises every time.
So, you’ve heard my story and you have my proposal. If you think you could be the man for me, I invite you to visit. You will need to drink a cup of ram’s blood (a pinch of nutmeg makes it a little more tolerable) and light a black candle before bedtime. When you next wake, you will find yourself at our gates. As travel arrangements go, it’s hardly the Orient Express, but it beats the airfare.
If you have read this without flinching, if you can stomach the journey to get here, if you walk up to our door and find the nerve to open it, I have one more instruction for you.
Just as you enter, look to your right. You will see a deep brown stain on the lobby carpet. I’ve scrubbed and scrubbed but it just won’t come out. Perhaps that’s for the best. It’s a good reminder of what will happen to you should you call Mrs Jones a “nosy old bat”.
And when you run into Jimmy – as you will, for he still likes hanging around the bar in the evening, his silvery wounds glistening as though they had just been inflicted – don’t let him convince you he was some sort of victim.
He knew the rules.

First of all English is not my first language, so please forgive any mistakes and the account is a throwaway.
I am reaching out for some advice on a difficult situation involving my big brother. background: My brother (52), met his ex-wife when he was 33, and she was 20, while they were both at university. He was a researcheteacher, and she was a student. They fell deeply in love and got married after three years of dating. They had two sons and one daughter during their marriage, and everything seemed perfect from the outside. My SIL then became a psychologist, and my brother continued his work as a professor at the university.
My brother adored his daughter, she was definitely his favorite. However, when my brother was 45 his happiness was shattered when my brother discovered that his daughter was not his own, and that his wife had been having an affair for four years with a younger man. This revelation devastated my brother, and his wife left with their daughter. Despite the fact that mothers often receive custody of the children in my country, my brother managed to obtain custody of his sons during the week and give up his right on his daughter that was adopted by SIL AP.
After the divorce was finalized, my brother 46 at this time spiraled into alcoholism as a way to cope with his sadness. Meanwhile, my ex-SIL and her AP moved to a new city and started a new family. My brother's drinking escalated, causing him to lose his job and damage his relationships with his sons. Eventually, my ex SIL regained primary custody of the children due to my brother's alcoholism and because he has been involved in altercations
Initially, people sympathized with my brother, but as his alcoholism worsened, sympathy turned to judgment. At first, my ex SIL was ostracized by her family and friends because of her affair with her AP, mainly due to their age difference but gradually, she regained her friends while my brother lost his, including my other brother who no longer speaks to him. Despite my family efforts to help him, we tried some intervention, suggest he go to see a therapist or rehab, but my brother remains isolated and consumed by his addiction.
I am heartbroken to see him in this state and feel helpless and angry because my ex SIL has managed to come back into the light. She has regained custody of her children, reconnected with her friends, had 2 more children with her AP and is living her life peacefully. It feels like her affair was just a minor mistake, while it's destroying my brother. My nephews no longer want to see their father, and it breaks my heart. I see posts on social media about her from friend or her family where she's having fun, laughing, invite to birthday... It's just not fair.
My parents are desperate with my brother, we don't know what to do anymore. I fear that we may lose my brother if things continue this way
TL;DR: My brother's life turned upside down when he discovered his daughter wasn't his and his wife had been having an affair. He spiraled into alcoholism, lost his job, and damaged his relationships with his sons. Meanwhile, his ex-wife moved on, regained custody of their children, and started a new family. Despite efforts to help him, he remains consumed by addiction. I fear we may lose him if things don't change.

Womp Womp woke up in the morning, Her room as messy as ever. She sighed...
Womp Womp: Aww... I gotta clean this up. Wait... I know a solution!
Womp Womp Created a portal and walked through it
Womp Womp: Memeland!
Memeland seemed... Almost too good to be true. Sure, It was Chaotic but it was also... Peaceful in a way, and beautiful... At least this part.
Womp Womp: Alright... I just need to find the head of cleaning!
Womp Womp ran across the land and saw the head of cleaning trying to make a joke
HOC: 99 Problems in the World... But cleaning ain't one!
She winked as the people around her were silent
??: BOO, THIS GIRL STINKS!
HOC:... Well, I tried.
Womp Womp ran up
Womp Womp: Head of cleaning!
HOC: Just call me HOC for short, Honey.
Womp Womp: Yeah, Yeah whatever. I need your help!
HOC: What is it?
Womp Womp: Just Follow Me!
Womp Womp held the head of cleaning hand and ran through the portal to get back to her world
HOC:... Do you want me to clean your room for you?
Womp Womp Nodded and HOC sighed
HOC: Womp Womp, I Already told you I won't clean your room for you!
Womp Womp made a cute face that would affect most people
Womp Womp: Pweease?
The head of cleaning looked at it and sighed, But started to clean up her room
HOC: How can I say no to that face?
Womp Womp: YES! Thanks, Mo-... Head of cleaning!
Womp Womp ran out into her house's living room... Her parents were on the couch, Watching TV and eating food like the lazy people they are
Womp Womp: Hey Mom, Hey Dad!
Womp Womp waited 2 Minutes for a reply... There was none.
Womp Womp:...
Womp Womp frowned and sluggishly got herself a mountain of pancakes with a flood of chocolate syrup... She didn't eat much of it though, Her appetite was ruined from her parents ignoring her... Again.
Womp Womp: I'm heading out Mom and Dad!
She left not waiting for their answer... Well, not like there would be one.
...
A couple of criminals were running away from someone... Who? Well Simple: Vance, A Reaper. You see, In this world, there's this religion called reapers and they kill criminals for their religion, Which makes them very much feared by criminals!
But there's just one more thing... There feared by the public too! Why? Because there are lots of lies and bad reapers that give reapers a bad rep as Monsters who will kill anyone, even though there not! Well, most of them anyway
Vance: Look, If you all stop and give me the money you stole I'll just turn you into the police instead of slicing your heads off, Alright?
One of the criminals, the youngest one there only 14 years old immediately threw the money they stole at him and cried
Young criminal: p-please don't kill me...
Vance felt bad for the teen, He knew that teenage humans were much more fragile than reapers... Especially emotionally. So he picked him up and put him onto his back but as he did that the other 2 criminals ran away
Young Criminal: T-they got away... I'm sorry.
Vance: It's alright... What's your name?
Samuel: my name's Samuel.... I'm sorry... I'm Sorry... I'm so-
Vance: Shut Up. I already said it's alright, Just... Explain what happened?
Samuel: Well, Two years ago those 2 k-killed my parents and threatened to kill me if I didn't help them with there crimes...
Vance growled a bit... He was going to make sure those 2 Paid
Vance: I'm sorry to hear that kid... You still did those really bad crimes, But you'll get off easy I bet. The only problem is... How do I turn you in?
As Vance said that, He saw a teenage girl walk into the dark place Vance was in
Womp Womp: WOAH! a reaper... In real life!
Womp Womp bounced towards him
Womp Womp: Looks like you could use some help!
Vance blinked... Why wasn't she running away from him? Then Again... He couldn't really turn in sameul due to his species...
Vance:... Yeah, I could. Uhhh... Lemme Explain.
Some time later
After the girl got sameul to the authorities, Vance expected her to walk away... Anything but this.
Vance: You... Wanna be friends?
Womp Womp: Yes! I'll do anything to be your friend, I'll even help you purge just.... Please. I don't have many friends... At least, Real ones.
Vance contemplated a little, Before deciding
Vance: fine... You help me with protecting humans and I'll help you with... Whatever issues you have, Okay?
Womp Womp: YIPPIE!
Confetti rained down onto her randomly, And Vance chuckled. Maybe this wouldn't be bad... His mom always did say he needed more friends, Afterall.

I've never posted before and don't really ever, so I don't really know how to go about this but I really need some advice on this. Ill try to keep it shorter but I think it might be a longer one because I feel like context is important.
A short summary of my girlfriend is she's kind of a dork. She's very cuddly and a little clingy to me, a smart girl. She's able to have conversations and its something I really value about our relationship. She's funny and smart, and before all of this she was my Best friend. She's a lovely girl that I care deeply about. She's gotten more possessive over the years and I'm not sure how to feel about it, but more on that later.
We've been friends since middle school (different schools now and basically long distance), and in the beginning of high school I was helping support her a lot more. She's got some problems, self esteem, we think depression and anxiety. It's never bothered me before and I've always tried to be there for her, and in the first two years she really leaned a lot on me. I was in the middle of moving, and was basically staying in one room with my family for an entire year ( we were building the house, and the room was like a really long loft so we did get some space. That's a whole other story)
We would text super late, and I'd really have to coax her into talking to me because she has low self esteem and didn't feel like she was worth it. I gave a lot of myself to her, in a time where I was super busy. I didn't talk to my family as much and sort of drifted away from them, not fully but I spent a lot of time alone in my section of the loft.
Fast forward to the end of last yeathe beginning of this year, she's still dealing with those issues but has gotten more confident and made friends, and I was super happy for her. She wasn't talking to me as much but I was willing to wait longer for her, I'd already waited a few years, so what were a few more?
But then she stopped talking even more, and now I feel like we're drifting apart. She's incredible busy with a number of things like school, learning to drive, her friends, and church stuff. I'm a Christisn, she's a heavily questioning Mormon, and it's not been a point of contention before. We've had conversations about it and something I love about her is that we can disagree on things but still talk about them. It's a really nice thing to be able to have.
Her family are involved in her church, and her mom is a very controlling and dismissive person. She forces her to go to church activities, and frankly she's part of the reason my girlfriend has self esteem issues. And because of that, my girlfriend opted to not tell her anything about our relationship. If I'm honest that part does bother me, but I understand to a degree why she does it.
She's been busy with a lot and stopped making time for me and our relationship. She spent a lot more time with her friends when she actually did have free time, one in particular I'll call Dave. Dave isn't someone I particularly like, but I've also decided I don't dislike him either. He's an atheist, is gay, and has some severe depression from what I can tell. And that's all I kinda know about him. None of those things bother me a lot, because he seems like a cool guy that maybe I might be able to get along with if circumstances were different.
My girlfriend has been friends with him for a while, a year and a half I think, and she started helping him a lot. They hang out at school every day, after school a lot of the time when she doesn't have family or church stuff she goes to the mall or elsewhere and hangs out with them. They talk really late into the night, past midnight. There have been times where we've been talking late at night, and this guy will call her because he needs her and my girlfriend leaves no questions asked.
It makes me super uncomfortable that they talk so late, because despite him being gay I can't help but feel really neglected. She's not the kind to cheat and she doesn't see him that way, but that doesn't mean it doesn't bother me.
I feel awful for disliking that, because he is struggling with things. I don't know if that makes me an awful person, but I wish she spent less time with him. She isn't willing to get him help like a counselor or therapist because for some ungodly reason neither of them trust them.
I get it. They're friends, and at first I was really happy that she was doing better. But what I'm seeing is that she's putting a lot of her time and effort into this new relationship, and completely neglecting ours.
I only get her when she feels like it. Lately it's been a few days between each call, and when we do call it's been super late at night when she's exhausted to the point where she's falling asleep
It makes me super uncomfortable, because for me past 11 is my time for rest and very small amount of people. I don't do drama past 11 unless it started before 11. But she doesn't see it that way. She's willing to give her time and energy to the point where she started doing less well in school because of this guy.
What's more is she doesn't tell me anything about what's going on with her friends. That I don't really understand, if we're in a relationship she should be able to tell me things, but she's gotten so secretive. She's not all that great at communicating, so I'll sometimes go a night to a few days waiting for her to be free enough to day anything aside from short phrases. It's a long distance and we've had conversations about how important communication, words of affirmation, and telling me about her day is. It doesn't have to be serious conversations, but talking is important to me. Less so for her I guess.
We had a conversation yesterday and I told her that I was feeling neglected, and like I haven't really had a girlfriend in a while because she's been so busy. Not just with school (she doesn't have a job) and church, but because she gives so much of her time to her friends. Even before we had this conversation she was gaming with Dave, told me we could talk at 11, and didn't talk to me until 11:30. I told her that it doesn't feel like she's pursuing me or this relationship, and that I didn't feel comfortable with how late she was always talking to her friend, especially Dave.
Her response was essentially her feeling like I'm not doing well enough at setting up dates to go out with her because she does better communicating in person. She also didn't seem to care that I felt uncomfortable because to her it wasn't a weird thing and she wasn't willing to stop. She also said that the reason she stopped talking to me about her problems and her life is because Dave is better at listening, while I always just try to solve the problem.
To a degree I get that, but it really hurt. She basically told me that I wasn't good enough at helping so she found it somewhere else.
It feels like instead of being a boyfriend, I was used to help make her feel better, and when she felt more confident she got more friends and left me behind. Like she wanted a glorified friend instead of someone to dedicate time to.
I told her I feel more like a glorified friend and that it felt like she doesn't want to be my girlfriend, she wanted to be free to do whatever she wants with her friends and only come to me when she kinda feels like.
I asked why she was even with me if I couldn't help her, if she felt anxious or didn't even want to talk to me. I might not go to set up dates and stuff but I don't even see her pursuing this relationship, and it's hard to want to set up a date when I don't see her wanting to be near me.
In the end she left the call because it was late and she didn't want to deal with it.
Just this weekend she decided to go swimming and invited me and Dave, and I went last minute with my sister and her boyfriend. We actually got there before my girlfriend, and she didn't say anything about being late. Or anything at all. She was 40 minutes late because her family is really bad at being on time, and she only got to swim for like an hour. During which, she spent the whole time chatting with Dave, and I felt very much unwanted and like a third wheel.
And after when we were talking and I let her know how I was feeling, she basically said that she felt like "my timing was off" and that it would've been better if I hadn't gone. And that she was going to try and keep me and Dave from going to things together.
I don't think she means it in a "hiding my secret guy from my boyfriend" way. More like she doesn't want her boyfriend and best friend to not get along. But it still really hits hard that she didn't actually want me there.
It's just a mix of a whole lot of shit, and her unwillingness to talk with me and move through things, the secretive way she hides her friends, and the amount of time she dedicated to them versus our relationship. She doesn't make me a part of her life because she struggles to talk about that with me. She's also changed. She swears more, among other things. Every time we talk I try to be calm and clear, because I really value communication. But she left in the middle of our conversation because she didn't want to deal with it. Not because she was tired.
Long story short, I just need kind of any advice. If you couldn't tell this is my first relationship and while I really love her, loving someone won't make the relationship work. She's an amazing person and I don't wanna lose her, but a relationship is a two way street and I can't do anything to further it if she isn't willing to do the same. It isn't over yet, but I worry it might be soon.
TL;DR - my girlfriend has been pulling away for a myriad of reasons, and I don't know if I can do anything to fix this or make it better.
I don't know if I'll do an update or edit or anything like that, I don't usually do stuff like this. I just need some help right now. Is there anything I can do to help make this better, or to hurt less if things go bad?

I (27f) broke up with my boyfriend (29m) in November. We had been together for 6 years. Long story short, we decided to work things out in march after he had been trying to win me back the entire time we were apart. I’m happy and feel like we made the right decision. However, during our time apart he started seeing this girl in February and they talked for like a month. He says that he was lonely and sad and was looking for companionship to try and move on from me. Side note: this girl has been around for years and tried getting between us when we first started dating, she is pretty nuts. But he has not talked to her in years.
He ended things with her the day that I came over to talk to him in march. She had texted him like 4 times after that but he didn’t answer. Fast forward to last Tuesday night I just had an urge to look at his phone and I found texts to her from Saturday when he was drunk. She had sent him an invite to her birthday party and he texted back saying he’s sorry but he can’t make it, then he said he missed her, that he made a mistake, he wishes he could hang out with her etc. then he texted her the next day saying sorry and that he was drunk. I was obviously very upset and he says that it was a huge mistake and that he wants to be with me. He texted her to apologize and told her that he is trying to work things out with me. He said the situation with her is 100% done. The break up was very emotional and confusing for us both but I can’t understand why he would do that if he wants to be with me. I had never had an issue with him and other girls during our relationship so this was super shocking and makes me wonder if he has feelings for her. Do I take his word for it that it was just a mistake after a confusing time for us? I am trying to believe that he would be with her and not me if he wanted to.
TL:DR I found texts on my boyfriends phone to the girl he saw while we were broken up

The more I hear it the more I feel like it might make sense. And as we know, Kendrick loves doing verses from the POV of someone else. Here are my thoughts bar-by-bar:
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Off-white Sunseeker at the marina, Fuck a Phantom, I like to buy yachts when I get the fever
It’s rare for Kendrick to boast this directly about living a lluxurious lifestyle. Drake, on the other hand, loves doing just that. Furthermore, these lines hint at the photo Drake took of a 14-year old Millie Bobbie Brown on a yacht in an Australian marina. If this angle is granted, then “the fever” not only means an intense urge to buy things, but also an intense urge to…well, you know.
The lines “off-white sunseeker” further testify to it being from Drake’s POV, as he is a mixed (off-white) clout chaser seeking fame (sunseeker). It is also is another witty jab at his phony “blackness” since people seek the sun to tan / temporarily become darker.

Wine cooler spill on my white t-shirt, the sightseer
Drake has repeatedly talked / rapped about how much he loves sweet / fruity drinks (his nickname is Champagne Papi, after all). “Sightseer” is a reference to two things: the way Drake vacations to fancy getaways, and the way Drake treats music / culture like a tourist, visiting trendy scenes, styles, and sounds to “sightsee” and borrow what he needs to stay relevant.

Trifecta: money, morals, and culture, that's my leisure
At first this line seems like it must be from Kendrick’s POV, but the word to hone in on is “leisure.” Unlike Kendrick, Drake treats these topics with very little seriousness—he’s a temporary visitor, coming and going at his leisure. And as Kendrick explicitly points out on his other disses, Drake is bad with money, morally corrupt, and a top-tier culture vulture.

My visa, passport tatted, I show up in Ibiza
This line makes more sense if it’s coming from Drake’s POV. Ibiza is a well-known Spanish island where the rich and famous love to party / vacation. Drake has been spotted there multiples times, and is generally known to travel to a lot of other luxurious party spots (such as the Turks just the other day, which Kendrick mentions in MTG).

Lucalis dwellings in Brooklyn just to book me some pizza
This further emphasizes how Drake acts as “sightseer” of cultures by biting (wink-wink) styles from whatever is trending. The verb “book” is key here since it’s most commonly used in reference to booking a flight or vacation. It feels a bit odd to say someone would “book” some pizza. And, for what it’s worth, Drake has been spotted at this exact establishment.

Who could reach us? Only God could teleport this type of freedom
Lastly, Kendrick is implying that Drake feels untouchable, like someone chosen by God to reign over everyone and do whatever the hell he wants. But as we see in the following line, Kendrick’s POV kicks in as his voice changes and he appeals to God in a prayer about going to war with Drake.
Also a potential "God's Plan" reference.
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These are just some random thoughts. I think it would explain the structure of the song better than Kendrick simply bragging upfront about a luxurious lifestyle, which inherently feels a bit off brand for him anyways, especially in the middle of beefing with a guy who’s obsessed with those things. It would also make the lines later in the song about the OVO moles more thematically relevant if Kendrick is looking "through Drake’s eyes” to start the song.
Either way, 6:16 in LA is a phenomenal track, and one that I think will get more and more attention as time goes on.

• Transphobic video using the word "tr***y"
• Referencing drag queens as clowns
• Doesn't disclose that reviews were really paid ads Edited her body for an Aerie ad, which is a brand that supposedly prides themselves on using real bodies.
• Was blocking and ignoring customers who purchased her Glamlite Paht 2 collection, never received their order, and asked about it. All of this while Glamlite was siphoning stock to CVS and also ignored customer inquiries about their overdue orders.
• Along with CVS, broke their "Beauty Unaltered" pledge by creating a display unit that is obviously filtered of the Trash Goblin’s face.
• Committed fraud by pledging that 50% of the proceeds from the Paht 2 collection would be donated to women's healthcare after the Dobbs decision. When anyone commented to ask about it, they were banned from her socials. This one is the most egregious, as there are people who might have purchased solely based on her pledge. She lied about not getting paid yet to make the donation just as the CVS distribution happened.
• She's myopic and doesn't care about her supporters, as she continually discusses her ED without the common courtesy of a trigger warning like most creators do for subjects like this. Her explanation for why she doesn't give a TW? "It doesn't trigger me, so fuck all of you." She's so disrespectful of Cody's sobriety.
• Does giveaways by making followers jump through engagement hoops to boost her profile but then didn't deliver on the giveaways.
• Begging... BEGGING.. followers on her broadcast channel to drop an emoji as a comment to inflate her engagement rate, as comments are engagement rate gold for getting paid.
• Claims she donates extra product to women's shelters, and then went on Instagram asking for suggestions on where in her area she can donate women's clothes. She's so fucking dense that she either doesn't realize the same places she supposedly donates product to is a good first start, or she outed herself as never donating before like she said she did if she doesn't know where to donate clothes locally.
• She's a terrible brand ambassador, which is on her and DBA. She went on a free Paris trip sponsored by Caudalie, and she shit talked how broken out her skin got on the trip (with the assumption she was using their products and services) and never once really hyped the brand that was paying for her to be there.
• Took money from Briogio for a campaign and at the same time posted videos about her hair falling out. She's so dumb she doesn't realize that she caused a causation comparison.
• She's lying about having clients, paying clients that aren't her friends and family. She is not a MUA or a certified in MA to do makeup.
• She brigades brands who don't do her bidding like a brat. Pottery Barn in the middle of the pandemic had shipping and quality issues. She sent her followers after them and then begged PB for more free stuff.
• She has her friends like HeartofGreg comment on her videos, which she then stiches the comment to review a product. She then takes that video and shops it to the brand to get them to sponsor the video.. and a few weeks later the video resurfaces as partner, paid partnerships, sponsorship.
• Tax fraud when handling gratis, expenses, and giveaways
• Did a giveaway for Chanel bags with Chris Appleton (Color Wow) and the Boston's Children's Hospital, which was against GoFundMe's Terms of Service. She never gave the winners their prize.
• Dogs a brand who sent her free items but then turns around and praises the brand when they pay her (She did it with Essence and KVD).
• Did a bunch of fake "pick out my wedding makeup" when she 100% knew what she was using including the fact that e.l.f. sponsored her wedding as a brand event. She says that's not true, but I can guarantee e.l.f. writes off the expenses they incurred for her wedding as a business expense.
• Lied about her YouTube page being her page. She feverously uploaded videos when she took her 5:19, baby tantrum, pity party break from TikTok but still needed to earn money. She uploaded her TikTok videos to YouTube, lied that it was her channel, and made money. If it wasn't her channel, you know she and DBA would file a cease and desist .. and win it.. to get the channel removed. It's her channel.
• Her filter usage is fraud. Period. There is no debating it. When you are getting paid to review products and apply a filter on your face and body, you are committing fraud. The viewer thinks it's the product making that effect and not really the software engineering team that created the editing app.
• With the PeeeLouish collab, they were caught pre-applying swatches from the P.Louise palette. She's also not really applying makeup in her videos. Cheeks, bronzer, and eyes are being applied off screen and she's swiping a brush making it look like she's applying it. Another sign she can't do professional makeup at all. It's all fake.
• Every ”in the wild” picture that’s not filtered shows the truth.
• She constantly lurks on other creators pages to find commenters to block when they shit talk her. Insecure much? She’ll unblock people to snark them and lurk, then block them again. We know she does this with Rich Lux.
• She supports James Charles. The grifting carnival barker loves the groomer trash.
• Community Contribution: She shits on her estranged half sister to her millions of followers, when all the evidence points to her sister being frozen out of their family at the age of 14. She claims her sister walked out of their lives because she “wasn’t the precious daughter of the family anymore” after Mikayla was born, and also talks badly about her sister for being on disability. Mikayla is an aunt to two girls, but I doubt she’s ever cared nor met them. Her sister also lived and lives right down the road from Mikayla’s parents home.
• She’s a known bully and coming from someone who’s now being regarded as an ED spokesperson. She told her friend that drinking hot chocolate would be “200 very unnecessary calories”, and that she was “just trying to help since you’re trying to lose weight” with that comment. She’s a mean girl, and she always has been.
• She cries about shade range while she brags about being soooo pale (um, really?). She releases collabs that are not inclusive for POC. She then brags about buying out and hoarding darker foundations and concealers to use as bronzers meaning the very little stock available for darker skin tones becomes even more scarce when her idiot stans buy up the product. She also blackfishes.
• She can't admit when she's wrong and aggressively lashes out to those trying to point it out. She called a comb and brush, and when corrected in her comments, she was incredibly rude to her own followers. You know, the people engaging with her content that's paying her mortgage. She is incapable of saying, "oops, my bad." Her integrity is crap for this behavior.
• Just like the above, the unwillingness to admit a simple mistake turned her into an ableist POS. There are those with low vision or no vision who listen to TikToks and rely on accuracy in speech and closed captions. Her "go fuck yourself, bro" attitude when called out about the comb incident made her incredibly ableist.
• She creates rage bait content to generate engagement gold via angry comments. This makes her a carnival barking grifter.
• She begs for engagement on her broadcast channel trying to force things to go viral like "nice and shaaaahhp." It's actually pathetic watching her do this.
• Used a derogatory term used to reference Travelers/Romani people and doubled down on it when people called her out and educated her on the use of the word.
• Lied about creating some Mother's Day shopping spree for a "family in need" saying that when she heard their story, she knew she just had to help. When asked in the comments about the story, she played the, "It's not my story the tell." Come to find out, the story is that the child goes to the school that Mikayla's mom works at. There was a raffle at the school, and one of the prizes was a $500 shopping trip with MikPickMe. The girl's mom paid for 40 entries to win the raffle, and she did. The only reason the shopping was done on Mother's Day was due to conflicting schedules. This was not a shopping spree for a family in need. It was a prize from a raffle that Mikayla's mommy had a hand in.
• MikLieHole took Rael's money and trip and went in days earlier with her emotional support animal, Codypendency, and did meetings with a competitor, Tirtir. Tirtir gifted her a Birkin while in South Korea, too.

So my bf an I have been together for about a year and we live together even tho we bot have our places. I think he's a great guy and I like how things have been going but we do have some comunication problems as he's kind of the avoidant typer, hyper-independent and not giving much details about his life and I'm the type that's afraid to ask questions so I won't bother people.
So my bf has a friend that lives in our neighbourhood that he sometimes goes to to work remotely during his night shift because his friend is also a night owl. He used to ocasionally go to his place but a few weeks ago he started going to him almost daily and this lasted for about a week.
My first problem is that one day he went there while I was sleeping without letting me know (though a message or smth) and I woke up when he came home. This also happened in the past once and it isn't such a big problem but it kinda bothers me because he always asks where and with who i go out even though i dont go out as often as him, but i will simply ask him to let me know when he goes out so I wont wake up anxious not knowing where he is.
Main problem is about a girl friend of him, lets call her A. Even though she's not my type of person (the party girl type, not having a job not working only having fun living of her parents money and also younger than us but they do have a specific passion in common) she's always been nice and transparent about their relationship with me and included me in theirs plans. We did have a talk about her in the past when he said he was going to get food from a place in our area we've never been to before but than I saw her instagram story and she was at that place too. He first denied but than admitted to being wrong and apologised for not telling me the reason he was going there was also seeing her story and he wanted to ask her for help with something. He didn't message her before going there and she was gone until he arrived anyway but admitted to being wrong not telling me the whole reason.
Fast forward to the week I was talking about, my bf started going to that friend of his. One night he told me he was going to him, the next night was the one he went there while i was sleeping and the next one he told me he was going to him again but he said he was coming home fast. I fell asleep and when i woke up in the morning he still wasn't home and it was like 2 hours past the time he finishes work. I messaged him and he said he was going to be home in a few minutes and when he came home he told me he stayed and woked from his friend. I asked him if his friend kept him company the whole night and he said not really and i didn't ask any further questions. The next night my bf invited me to come with him at his friend and told me A is also gonna come. I went there with him and during the night I found out from A which didn't seem to think there's anything to hide as she was talking openly about it that she's also been there the previous nights. She was talikng about her and my bf watching a netflix show while the friend they were at was sleeping. So when we got home I asked my bf about it and if he was alone with her while his friend was sleeping and bf told me there were many people there that night from which A and another girl friend of her stayed over till the morning but the friend actually fell asleep on the couch with them. He does have a big couch on which he sometimes he falls asleep so i trusted him. But i did not realise until a few days ago that when i asked my bf if his friend kept him company all night he didn't tell me A was actually there with him even though i gave him the ocasion. So it's been on my mind and I don't know how to or if i should aproach the situation or if im just being anxious. Also after that week my bf has been to a music festival i couldn t come to for 2 nights. The second night A came there too (i knew this info) and A posted a instagram story and she was at my bf s hotel but with other friends of them. When bf came home he told me in detail how they came to leave their things at his place because it was closer to the festival and that his friends didnt sleep there. Twice. Even though i didnt ask him about that. So what are your opinions on this?
Tl/dr Bf is being elusive about his relationship with a girl friend of his and i only find out about when they see each other if she posts smth about it. I do not suspect them of cheating but what other reason than that could it be?

18M I screwed up so bad and all throughout the relationship I let my emotions get in the way and she delt with it , because she loved me. She told me I had to change and that she wouldn’t give me another chance if I screwed up again. Well I screwed up again. I had a whole thing at prom with her because she was spending too much time with her friend (who lives 2 hours away and payed 80 bucks to get there) I felt it should have been our night and I was jealous of her spending so much time with her best friend ( she’s a girl btw). I got angry and yelled at her about it infront of her friend without really thinking. I embarrassed her and I hated myself for it and how I had ruined both our nights on such a special event. I got really low and had an emotional breakdown in the bathroom and I hurt myself. I punched myself a lot and she texted me that she was leaving and that I always do this to her when we’re together with other people trying to have a good time and how I ruined this for her , and she said my negativity was gonna be the end of our relationship. Well a lot of stuff happened and I called her while I was crying and walking in the road and I was so screwed up , she called my mom because she was worried about me. I took an Uber to her house because I wanted to try to fix things and really apologize but I was a mess. She comforted me while I cried on her shoulder until my mom came. She called me drunk at 2 am to break up with me. Basically that convo ended in us deciding to have some space and talk later when she was ready. On Monday she invites me to her house to finally talk , I was so nervous. She does break up with me and it’s so hard for her but she says she’s made up her mind. I’m freaking out and I can’t accept it , I love her so much and I regret my actions and how I treated her so badly . I would do anything to fix things and try again and I was trying to convince her of this stupidly for about 30 minutes or more , I can tell this was really hard for her , we were both crying a lot and kissing and hugging almost the whole time and it was so hard to let go of her. I eventually accepted it after bawling like I never have before. She said maybe we can find each other ther in the future when we’re both better. And honestly those words are the only thing from keeping me from being absolutely miserable and nonfunctional. I finally start to accept the situation and we keep saying kind of our goodbyes but we prolong it. And eventually when we were really close she says “what about we say goodbye some other way, in the bedroom” so we have sex one more time and it’s amazing and sweet and especially romantic. And then I left. This was 4 days ago. We have talked a little in those four days but nothing serious. I’m devastated. I’m trying to change and be better , I’m going to a new therapist in the beginning of June and I’m working on getting job and overall I want to improve on all aspects of my life to be better for myself but also for her. It’s so hard and I don’t know how to deal with the pain. Any advice ?

I don’t know where to start. My mother gave birth to me (24F) when she was 16 years old. She didn’t have the best upbringing and she has a mountain of trauma herself. With that being said she was still incredibly mean to me growing up. She always told me if I looked bad, what I should change so “boys would like me”, told me I was weird, made fun of me with her friends or other family members, told people my personal business from a young age, she never wanted anything to do with me unless it benefitted her. She would sleep in until noon and leave me to take care of my two younger siblings when I was as young as 6 years old. She has been addicted to pills since I can remember. Over the years I’ve distanced myself and the moment I turned 18 I moved in with my boyfriend at the time and began my journey of avoiding her at all costs just to protect my peace. When I felt obligated to see her (on holidays or birthdays) she would update me on her life and dump information that’s not for a daughter to know or hear and I would tell her I don’t care to hear these things. She’s never gotten the memo and still to this day messages me about drama that’s none of my business. The past few years she has been kind to me and tried to reach out to check in on me, and I appreciate it don’t get me wrong. But as the little girl that went through that and much more, I cannot forgive her and act like I want a relationship with her. I get that she probably feels guilty and is trying to make up for it in the ways she knows, but I don’t want or need that now. She is still majorly addicted to medications and I can’t stand watching her when she’s visibly high. Am I a terrible person for wanting to go no contact with her? My moms side of the family thinks “she’s your mom that’ll break her heart” but my dads side knows how she is and understands why I would want to do that. My heart breaks for her knowing she is still 16 years old mentally and emotionally. But I’m tired of feeling like the mom when I speak to her about literally anything. Help

Little backstory:
Me (36F) and my Father had never had really a relationship. Since my brother (34M) was born i was kind of invisible to him. His whole focus was on my brother (I don't blame him for that because he never wanted to be in that position). It got up to a point i heard him say that he wished for a boy as his firstborn 😭. He never done anything with me (like go to playground etc.) He made cool stuff with my brother and when I want to attend he always said that i could not come because its a "boys thing". Over the years I tried to get his attention and tried to speak to him ect., but never got what I wanted ( just a little girl wanted to feel loved and appreciate by her Father). Over the years i felt so belittled because of his mindset of women are stay at-home moms and fathers go work....and so on. (No hate for stay-at Home Moms, i habe a huge respect for them), but up to your teen years it has a huge impact on you. I grew up, parents divorced and had a long time no contact. The way my childhood went made a huge impact on my mental health (No Selflove, No self respect, difficulties with relationships...).
During my first Depression i talked about that stuff with my therapist and decided to write im a letter about my feelings etc.
Long Story Short: We kind of keept in contact and ended up meeting a few times. Back to Topic 😬
I have a major depression since almost a year now (just for context). In May 2023 he invited me to his birthday party in January 2024( His actual birthday is in December). I wanted to come.
Fast Forward to 2 Day before the party, my Cat of 19 years died. (She was my baby, she helped me through everything, teenage years, the thing with father not only the relationship but also he being abusive towards my mother and him beeing an alcoholic, the bullying i had to suffer until i was 18).
So because she was my everything it was and still is hard for me that she died. The day she was put to sleep i could see her for the last time and say goodbye. I cried alot that day. The next day was also bad. I messaged him that i will not attend because of the fact that she did and i was in a terrible condition. He saw my message and never answerd me. I think he is mad about the fact that i would not attend and just told him one day in advance. And i totally can understand that but he could at least say something like oh im so sorry about the loss (He was the one who brought her home as a surprise)
I found it kind of rude at that day, but never tried to talk to him afterwards. I was so pissed and i decided that it was no good thing to let him in my life in the first place, because he made everything more worse.
Now im second guessing myself because some people are supportive of my desicion (because for the first time i decided to do something for myself and not be a people pleaser) and others say that I am the AH (because hes probably hurt about the fact that i did not come in the first place).
Sorry for the long text and excuse my English, because it is not my first language.
So AITH for not attending my fathers birthday because my cat died?

hi this is my first time writing something on too reddit and i just want an outside opinion on this. so me (14 F) invited my “friend” let’s call her alya (14 F) too my younger sister bella’s confirmation a few weeks ago. If your unsure what that is it’s basically a catholic thing where you dress up really nicely that consists of a prayer to the Holy Spirit, the laying on of hands while the prayer is said and the anointing of the candidate with oil of Chrism in the church, usually after you go for food and have a party.
Where i live you go to the church make your confirmation then go for food and go to this place i’m not so sure of the real name so forgive me. but it’s basically where enerybody has their party’s it’s where you watch races and you bet on them also get food there etc.
Now abit of backstory on me and alya, we went to primary school together but we didn’t really become friends until 5th class (10/11yrs). we we’re extremely close from 5th class too the start of second year (13yrs) she tends to have abit of a victim complex, she thinks she’s never wrong and i have seen her genuinely switch up the story in situations and convince herself that’s what’s happened to make her in the right which is why i tend not to start trouble with her.
at the start of summer 2023 my friend group made a new “friendgroup” group chat and didn’t add alya because she was in a fight with one of the girls in the friend group and i assume didn’t add me i was alyas closest friend ?? i don’t know but after that the only friends i was left with were alya and kara (me alya and kara were a trio btw.) i was friends with kara since january 2023 and alya started befriending her in may 2023 and they became really close. so me and kara’s only friends were eachother and alya and we live about 5 minutes from eachother, whilst alya lives about an hour away (we met through school) so alya had friends out where she lived that she could go out with in the summer me and kara didn’t but we couldn’t go out with eachother without alya or else we’d be “leaving her out”. so me and kara did basically nothing all summer and alya didn’t come down often only once or twice so we could all only text eachother. a few months later when it hit october me and kara had been trying to organise hang outs for us but alya always had something else to do , she either had plans with her other friends or her boyfriend but keep in mind she’d get mad if we hung out without her so we didn’t. At one point after trying to organise a sleepover for weeks we decided me and kara were gonna have one, invite alya and if she wouldn’t come we just would have it anyway because we we’re sick of only getting to hang out when she wanted too. So the sleepover day comes around and in school that friday she told us that she had plans to go to town with her friend from where she lives so she can’t have the sleepover , so we said okay and had the sleepover anyway . she got really mad and said we were leaving her out and we we’re bad friends and we stopped talking.
she mended things with our old friend group and hung out with them in school (btw me and alya are in the same class whilst kara is in the year above us) me and my other people from my old friend group never have beef or anything because i’m not a confrontational person so when i found out they had basically kicked me from the friend group i never said anything and acted normal with them when school came around so i wasn’t fighting with them we were already talking again.
now after the fight me and alya we’re civil with eachother she would sometimes throw sly dogs at me but i would just ignore them. when like december had come around me and alya were (what i thought) talking again. she would get the luas home and i would walk a different way since i lived like 20 minutes from the school and she lives an hour but in december i thought we were okay again because on the days kara didn’t come to school (which was often) she starts walking home with me and then getting the bus home again like she used too one day we were walking home after school and i looked over at her phone and she was texting out mutual friend and she said how we were walking home together and the mutual friend went “oh i thought you said you were sick of her following you around all the time and and we’re just gonna ignore her if she talked too you again?.” and i pretending not to have seen it and never said anything but the point i’m trying to make is i’m pretty sure she’s friends with me too my face but shit talked me too others, now at this point (may) she’s back in the friend group and going out with them again . so she hangs around with them in school and honestly she only talks to me if i talk to her first. she constantly leaves me on delivered if i message her. btw me and kara aren’t friends anymore because she just got really close to another girl in her year and we slowly drifted. Now because we went to the same primary schools she was like oh what are you doing for your sisters confo and i told her and she kinda just invited herself so i just let her because again when you fight with her she makes it into this whole thing so i thought it’s just not worth it because i love alya. honeslty as mean as she is sometimes when we have our moments there the best it’s like our best moments are amazing but our bad moments are horrible i miss how close we used to be and i guess that’s why i still try maintain a friendship with her but i can acknowledge that she isn’t a good person at times and often finds ways to make everything about herself . like a few weeks ago my mam had to get texted for cancer and i was really upset and i told alya when we were walking home together and she started talking to me and bout how mer nanny died of cancer when she was 3 and i thought that was really mean of her too do . i can’t drop her because she’s my only friend i don’t have any other friends outside of school or anything i’m completely alone my only form of socialisation is school
basically iv noticed she’s been inviting other people to come to the confo. not to the meal but to the party after so she can hang out with them aswell but i don’t want this i don’t want my mam to spend the day playing for a my sister who’s making her confermation, me my other sister and then pay for alya to come just for her to invite other people to hang out with and not even be with me so i want to i invite her but i don’t know if that’s cruel since the confo is tomorrow but the only time she really speaks to me is to talk about the confo. because on one hand this day could (maybe) get me back into the friendgroup and i won’t be alone. anymore or i could be miserable the whole time. if i don’t invite her i can sit with my family and i won’t be alone but if i do invite her i have to hang around with her if that makes sense? like if she invites her friends and she’s with them i’ll basically spend my whole day miserable and following her around so what do i do i really need advice it’s tomorrow.

My boyfriend (22M) and I (20F) broke up because of his mom. The thing is, we were in a long-distance relationship (ldr), like he was in another country. We've been together for 2 years, but in March, he left the Philippines to review for his med school. I couldn't help but to overthink, especially when he didn’t call me for weeks. Because I kept asking, he finally confessed something that happened in the first week of May.
His mom and he went to the beach because it was his mom’s birthday. I couldn't understand why he needed to be dared to take pictures and be kissed by white girls. Yes, his mom dared him to do that. He even sent me the pictures because I was curious. When I saw the pictures, I was deeply hurt because why would his mom do that when she knew her son was committed to me? I tried not to think negatively, but I was really hurt. It would have been okay if it was just a simple picture, but no, one of the girls kissed him on his left cheek. I couldn't understand why his mom would do that to her own son. Just seeing him with someone else hurt me, what more being kissed.
I cried so much, to the point where my hands were shaking from anger, and I didn't talk to him. I broke up with him for my own peace of mind. I couldn't handle this kind of situation, especially knowing that it was his mom pushing him to do such things. My boyfriend told me that I always make everything an issue and that it was nothing but just a dare. He didn't seem guilty for what he did, since he kept it from me for a few days before telling me. He didn't even apologize right away but blamed me for making it an issue. I'm so hurt, I don't know what to think anymore. He could have refused, why didn't he? I can't trust him anymore, not even his mom. What are your thoughts about this? Am I too sensitive?
TL;DR : My bf's mom dared him to take a photo with two girls he didn't know. One of the girls kissed him on the cheek, and he didn't object. They know he's in a relationship, but his mom pushed him to do it. I feel very disrespected by what happened.