Stepdad and daughter in bed

Hello all! Just got home from an extended vacation in GA/FL. During our trip, we spent T-F at Universal.
Lodging - we elected to stay at Loew’s Royal Pacific; this gave us unlimited express passes for our group of 9 and was far cheaper to have the rooms than to purchase them separately and stay elsewhere. We had 2 2-Queen bed rooms, one with a rollaway.
Tickets - we were fortunate to be able to purchase 3 park military freedom passes (like a season pass, expires 12/20/24) for 6 of us and the others are GA residents who got deeply discounted tickets for 3 park hoppers.
The group - myself (51) with my kids (13 & 10), my 84 y/o mom (scooter rental with Gold Mobility), my 61 y/o sister, my 39 y/o niece and her kids (15, 13, & 11)
We checked in around 10am on Tuesday, 6/4. Luckily, one of our rooms was ready so we stashed our luggage and hit Universal Studios. I expected huge crowds and while it was slightly crowded, it didn’t seem outrageous (we last came 2 years ago in October, as that is when we normally hit WDW and these crowds seems comparable). Express pass allowed us to wait no more than 30 minutes for any ride that day, most waits being less than 15. Managed Minions, Villan-con, Rip Ride Rocket (of our carts, only 1 person got the secret menu to work, my sister), Transformers, Mummy (top ride for everyone in the group), Gringotts, Simpsons (epic fail for all of us - nausea central and was VERY hot inside the ride), ET, MIB, Jimmy Fallon, F&F (we rode it to say that we had and it was as bad as most folks say haha), Trolls (sweet little coaster for younger kids).
That evening, everyone was exhausted from our previous travels (we had spent 2 days at St Augustine beach where I stupidly got 2nd sunburn) and prior to that had 3 days in GA at a family reunion. We opted to eat at the resort and enjoy the pool. Tuk Tuk market has great offerings for reasonable resort pricing and the Bula poolside location had some of the best tacos I have ever had.
Day 2 (Wednesday, 6/5) - spent the whole day at Islands. We planned to rope drop for Hagrid’s however kids were too tired to be pleasant for that. We opted to get there when kids naturally woke up (ended up being around 10am). Park was more crowded than the day before (of course we didn’t hit Islands so could have been similar on Tuesday). Hit Hagrid’s first and our wait was about 100 minutes. It wasn’t awful but they should really consider more water fountains and a sun sail over parts of the outside queue. IMO, this is the best ride over all the parks - thrilling enough, fun and exhilarating, but not jostling or scary. After that, we also rode Velocicoaster (another fave, however left me with a headache), Spider-Man, caroseussel, cat in the hat, Hippogriff, forbidden journey, trolly train, Hulk, Jurassic park River adventure, Popeyes (Dudley was down), Kong. My daughter was the only one who wanted to do Doom so she rode alone.
Lunch at the 3 Broomsticks - food was decent, not amazing. Probably the most bland meal we had the whole trip. The pasties at the carts are more flavorful. Honestly, the new ordering system seems slower and again, if they are asking folks to wait outside to be seated, they should provide some shade. The whole line was in direct Sun. My mom nearly fainted as it’s not navigable by scooter (requiring her to stand) so TM’s agreed to let her sit in nearby shade until the rest of the group was inside the building.
We had dinner that night at the resort again as the whole group couldn’t agree on where to eat at CityWalk. Again, food was incredible however overpriced at Islands’ Dining. Kids had pizza and nuggets from Tuk Tuk.
Day 3 (Thursday, 6/8) - Volcano Bay! This park was great. Arrived around 10am. We chose to rent a family cabana which honestly even with the cost ($1100) I would not go without if we return. Allowed my mom (again scooter, and she no longer swims) a place to rest where she could enjoy the sights, home base for kids to wander and return to as well. This also allowed the group to use the in cabana Tapu Tapu system to access the virtual queue without walking to every ride. The aqua coaster was PHENOMENAL! Fun, thrilling, a little scary. Again, park was crowded but not insanely so. We rode every ride we wanted to (none brave enough for the Ko’Okiri plunge) and still had time to do some 3-4 times. The day ended slightly early due to lightening and a rainstorm about 40 minutes before regular closing time. Had lunch there in the cabana and food was again delicious. Highly recommend the rib plate!
Dinner was at Toothsome - atmosphere was lovely and the food was great. Honestly, the milkshakes didn’t live up to the hype - flavors were mild and the saving grace was the “add-ons” such as a whole slice of pie or a whole cupcake. But the macarons were some of the best we have ever had. Better than the French pastry shop at Epcot.
Our last day provided time to return to any rides we wanted another go - Rip Ride (again, some struggled to get the secret song menu to work), Mummy, Velocicoaster, Hippogriff, Hulk, forbidden journey, gringotts.
Overall, we had an amazing time. Lessons learned? Don’t get a terrible sunburn and make sure to reapply sunscreen every 2 hours, don’t go during June (or July/August honestly), seek shade often if you ignore the previous suggestion, stay at the premium resort, get the cabana at Volcano Bay, bring Tylenol with you, take insulated water bottles and ask for ice water at every chance (or refill at the freestyle machines), wear a hat and sunglasses, carry a Fanny pack since a lot of rides will allow that and no other items. Oh and pay attention to your locker for Velocicoaster! I do wish they modified the line queues for allow for scooter access. We often struggled to get a wheelchair just for the lines and she doesn’t care for being pushed. She walks unassisted in normal life, but age and double hip replacement make long distances and endurance difficult. This is an area that WDW excels in.
Sorry for the novel, but maybe it will help someone.

Our landlord owns two properties right next to each other. We were originally renting the smaller one but as they fixed up the other house, we were asked if we'd be interested in moving next door. We were planning on having another child, so we took it for the extra bedroom.
Fast forward and we're given about two weeks notice that it will be done and we can move in June 1st. A few days later, I'm messaged (with less than 24 hours notice) that they need to have a showing of the house we were moving out of. I'm informed then that they want to have that place rented June 1st as well. So no turnover time for them to check the house, make sure it's ready for the new tenants, etc. I let it slide because I was pregnant and didn't want to deal with the drama. So we quickly move all our boxes out to the garage and try desperately in a few hours to make the house look decent and not like a mess of moving.
May 31st we are in the processing of moving everything next door since the neighbors will be moving in to our old house the next day. Our landlord comes into the new house we're in the process of moving into and bitches about how "disgusting" our stove looks and some paint that had chipped in an archway from squeezing our fridge through. (The paint I had already told him about and informed him I would touch up.)
They then proceed to do a walkthrough of the old house and tell me I have to fix small chipped paint and paint over the holes I filled from screwing a baby gate into the wall. If I don't do it, they'll knock $100 off our deposit.
Around 10 at night, I start bleeding and have to go to the ER. I'm told to say on rest over the weekend and come back Monday to confirm if it's a miscarriage. After being ridiculed once by the landlords, I still rushed over to the old house late that night and cleaned up as much as I could before bed. My miscarriage was confirmed Monday. I was told to take it easy until the bleeding stopped, which was impossible with moving. I let my landlord know what was happening and that I'd do what I could given the situation.
Today I'm called by the landlord, told that the house was left in "awful" condition. They claim the floors weren't mopped, which they were and that the basement smelled like dog and must've "never been hosed out". The basement had been swept and mopped multiple times; I had even hosted my daughter's birthday party in it a few weeks before our move. We also couldn't "hose it out" since the outside spigot was broken. They say "We're just worried you won't take care of the place since so much work was put into it. If it looks bad, we'll just ask you to leave."
Mind you, he painted all the walls with cheap landlord paint that chipped from using a tape measure to check if our stove would fit. The flooring is missing in corners around doorways. One bedroom door has water damage at the bottom and won't shut. The bathroom door has a huge hole in it. The kitchen sink has a large crack down the middle. Two of the kitchen cabinets are cracked at the bottom and caving in. Our bathtub faucet is loose and will likely fall off completely one day. He left a huge pile of trash in the basement. When I moved in, I had to spend hours wiping out all the cabinets because they were full of mouse droppings. "He must not have checked in there, but the house was empty for three years." was the response I got to reporting the droppings. We found a dead mouse in the upstairs closet yesterday and if they continue to harass me, I will be reporting it and telling them to hire an exterminator or I'll be putting our rent in escrow.
I told them on the phone call that I miscarried over the weekend and did everything I could. "Sorry to hear that" in the most apathetic tone. My hormones are so out of whack right now on top of the mourning of my dead baby, I almost yelled at them. I've been very quiet and passive the entire time we've rented from them and I'm done.

Long long story sorry. Rules set out by soon to be Husband 1, no church. OK no problem 2, no cake. OK far to expensive anyway 3, equal number of guests. Interesting as 4 including him in his family, 10 in mine, plus 10 mutual friends plus his work mates who had children/teenagers so allowed for plus ones for each teenager as I know the venue had arcade and at least they could enjoy it. 12 people total of 38 just incase. So I ordered Package deal of Christmas set meal of 12 starters, 12 Mains and 12 Deserts choice for each person which also included 50 tickets per person on the arcade game machines one of which was white water rapids I wanted to go on. 4, no wedding Dress. He believed that as we add been living together for 10 years there was no point in a wedding dress. Wrong ì would ware what I wanted to. 5, no flowers. He did not understand it was already decorated for Christmas as we were having registered wedding on 18th December. 6, an extra place was to be set for his deceased brother. I had never met his brother and as he was paying nothing towards the wedding there was no way I was having my family pay for a full meal for a ghost. 6, Who would be our witnesses. Agreed. 7,no top table (no idea how to explain that to parents) 8, no speeches (not his choice so tough)
Registrars rules 1 no alcohol in room ( room had a bar in it and had to be emptied before wedding which venue kindly did) 2 no religious themes in room (exception for Christmas Decorations as long as no crosses,) 3, no walking down an aisle (so Bridesmaids and farther of the bride cannot walk together STUPID RULE) my Dad did not get to walk any of his daughters down an aisle, I did offer to take him to Tescos so we could walk down an aisle which made him laugh and he was OK with that)
Bridesmaids, Sister and Niece told, venue was totally floor to ceiling red, as the room at Dave and Busters was set for Christmas. Dresses were paid for by my parents, in any choice of style, colour and length totally their choice. I ended up paying for Husband to be leather trousers and I had brought him a shirt which he did not want to ware and said he would buy his own. Not sure why I had to buy leather trousers. During fitting no available dresses in my size to try so dressmaker surprised me by getting my size 10 Sister to try the dress on. Mom was so happy as my sister didn't wear a wedding dress for her wedding. No way would I look anything like her as I was a 20 the dress had to be 2 sizes up from that due to fitting and Sister 5ft 0in I am 5ft 8in she is blond blue eyes I am mousey and Hazel eyes. I could not say a thing as parents were paying and mom was happy.
The wedding hell ( day)
Hairdresser took 4 hours for 2 do ups 1 wash and blow dry. I told him to do same as usual, which usually took 30 minutes however he decided to add a little body to my hair which I said OK, but he had spoken to my mother, they agreed ringlets would look great, I hate ringlets and curly hair. I felt awful as he put curlers in for body, sprayed it with stuff and left me for 3 hours whilst he did the others, promising me the spray would make it have a slight wave, like hell. Others looked great and no time to fix it, as had to get ready.
So Bridesmaids wore red satin A line dresses (yep you could not see them in a red room)Dad ordered cars, not 2 as we had agreed but 1 taxi for all of us. 2 Bridesmaids, Dad, Mom ME and driver packed in. We passed groom on way as he left a pub. He was late! Photos taken of me, angry bride getting out of packed car whilst snowing. 1 taken. Brother was photographer and realised not a happy bride. Photos of everyone else by Christmas Trees. My groom turned up slightly drunk and said the most amazing thing to me that I was surprised I married him but all I could think was how much everything had cost my parents.
We had to met with Registrars before wedding in a room and were asked about the order of service they provided we said short as we wanted to let guests enjoy the venue. We were asked if they could do a reading. Expecting they meant a religious one we said no thank you. Guess not turned up out of 35, 10 all his work mates 6 of which turned up at 8pm after a 2pm wedding. Expecting to be fed the wedding meal which was finished hours previously so they expected us to pay for an evening meal for them. Answered No chance. £1,000 wasted on there food alone. Anyway the "service" consisted of us answering yes to our names whilst we were seated on a stage with only Registrars bride and groom. No one else allowed all others seated in no order and then the registrar stood up and said the bride and groom did not want a reading but they needed to complete the paperwork so here is a reading of a poem! Don't remember saying yes to that. That was it. We signed a book or 2 and it was over, no option to stop the wedding which I was going to do but to late. I had 2 dresses one a wedding dress and a change for the meal after the service, a black satin dress which was how I felt. I went to change. At which point one of the witnesses decided to do a toast to the bride and groom and I was not in the room, it took me 3 minutes to change dress and shoes. My Dad did not get a chance as the meal was ready. And I was back, The meal was buffet style with all 12 of each option per person it was huge. Everyone looked at me to be seated as there were 3 sets of tables. I said please sit where ever you like. I went to a table and sat down my husband sat next to me on my other side were 2 mutual friends his parents my parents and next to my husband was his mom's friend I had not met who had dementia and called my husband his deceased brothers name for the next hour. At the end of the meal I gave out the tickets for the arcade, having 500 tickets extra, strangely I was left with no tickets left to go on the ride but as it turned out i did not get the chance. Why well, Husband was so drunk, he started a fight with his Dad. It got so bad that I had people telling me to take him home. Angrily I arranged it having had a 2pm wedding which finished with a passed out Husband on the bed at home by 4.15pm 2 and a quarter hours wedding. He proceeded to wake and went to the upstairs toilet but managed to throw up on the carpet midway, yes I could have got it cleaned but why should I. So I cut a huge hole out wrapped it up and put it in the bin, blaming him for cutting the carpet up after puking. Which he believed for many years and still does. We got conned for 6 bottles of champagne instead of 5 which was for 25 adults because my sisters son had a glass and they had to open an extra bottle but he was under age and already told no alcohol. Then whilst opening our presents at home on my own while everyone else was at the wedding with evening entertainment and buffet I had a phone call for the remaining bill to be paid and I had to play chase ringing my Dad at a quiet time to go and pay the remaining balance as he was still there. So I spent the rest of the night on my own. Nice Ho almost forgot the special something my groom said to me as soon as he arrived seeing me dressed up "What the f**k do you look like?" Just as we were called into the registrar meeting.
For background were dated for 5 years lived together for 10 years were married for 19 years 359 days we divorced absolute 6 da6s before 20 years married. Now 5 years divorced so much better.

I know this is a hot topic on the sub, but I’m looking for a twin mattress for my daughter that is ideally under $450, fiberglass free, holds up well, breathable, and isn’t totally heinous from a chemical/off-gas perspective. She currently sleeps on a newton crib mattress in her toddler bed and seems fine with it.
I’m not opposed to ikea by any means, but we live 2+ hours from the nearest store and the options for delivery are sparse. We don’t have a Costco membership, just Sam’s Club.
Any recommendations would be appreciated!

I’m on the last day of vacation with my narc mom. And I’ve been in denial for years or always put my mom on the lower end of the narc spectrum cause of her supposed ability to empathize. And at home I can avoid her often so I only get the narc stuff in small doses which makes it kinda easier to manage and let go of. Well we have been on vacation for 10 days now and if I had to list all the ways she’s displayed sheer disgusting narcissism on this trip I’d end up writing a whole novel on here.
Some things were small displays. Some were very large. But all of it amounts to the same shit. She is a perpetual victim in her life. Everyone is out to get her and make her unhappy. She cares about me so much but only when it’s purely convenient for her. Anything outside of that typically results in her screaming and yelling and throwing stuff and using displays of violence to scare me.
My favorite is the event that just happened where there’s an issue with my carry on bag needing to get checked on the way home hy force by the airline. However we have a connecting flight and my bag wasn’t initially supposed to be a check bag. I have essential medications and medical devices that don’t fit into my purse. Is she offering to switch bags. No. And I knew better than to ask. But when I voiced my upset over the situation to ya know get some support and guidance from my mom like a normal kid would do, she flipped out at me and told me to stop talking to her and threw her luggage into the wall.
Then she sat on her bed in the hotel room and sniffled and cried in the most obvious way ever. Ironic that a few nights ago I cried myself to sleep cause of her and made sure I was quiet as to not alert her of what was happening. But of course her narcissism won’t allow something like that. No. She wants to know she’s crying cause of me. She wants to know I hurt her feelings. And I don’t even know how. My luggage is the one getting affected. My medications. My health. Not hers. So how is she the victim here? I did not yell at her at all. I didn’t blame her. Yet somehow she flipped a switch in her brain, proceeded to yell at me and throw stuff. And then cried. Cause she’s the victim here.
This vacation has made one thing so clear. The second I can move out my mom doesn’t have a daughter anymore. The denial of her being a complete narcissist is gone. Being with her for 10 days straight has made it so clear exactly what she is. And I seem to never learn this lesson. That I can’t go to her for support. I can’t go to her for anything. Cause she’s only there when it works for her or makes her feel good about herself in some way.

I'm sorry for any and all spelling, grammar, sentences structure errors and this being one huge paragraph. Please excuse how this is typed up as I am doing this on my phone in an ER. Please be nice! I am beyond stressed and alone.
BACK STORY: I am a single mom(42F) of two(15F and 10F) and I am disable with no family, friends or support. My health started to go down hill in my 20s and at 28 years old I had to stop working because working was making me more sick and be in so much pain that I couldn't take care of my toddler at the time but my ex was somewhat there. It wasn't the best situation with him being an addict and abusive. I left and was trying to work a little for my dad and take care of her on my own but he "stopped using" and we got back together and about a year later we were expecting our 2nd daughter. That pregnancy destroyed me even more than the pregnancy with my oldest. I also learned that he never was truly clean. He had just gotten better at hiding it. Countless times over those couple years of my oldest would repeatedly ask "when is it going to be just me and you again and no daddy" (then it was while I was pregnant and after it was "when is it going to be just me, " my baby" (her baby sister) and you and no daddy") Finally a couple weeks at the youngest 1st birthday I left with my two girls but this was only after he came at my trying to choke me in front of our daughters. Our oldest ran between us to try and stop him before running out the front door in a T-shirt. My mom came over and she told my mom what had happened leaving to my mom calling my dad, my dad calling my uncle and we packed and left that night. That was nine years ago. Over the next nine years my health has only gotten worse as I was and am my kids everything and while I knew I couldn't work I did my best to be at everything. I went on field trips, volunteer, went to evey school activities, concerts, everything I was there for. Even while trying to be their everything my health kept taking more and more hits. By 2016 I needed to start using a cane, 2019 tols around a walker, 2020 a shower chair, 2023 a wheelchair but yet he could never be bothered. Wouldn't come to a concert because he had a doubt date with his girlfriend and his two roommates. Couldn't take them to a father daughter dance that he didn't even pay for a few years back for them all to go to together after our oldest asked him to take them. (I had paid for it so he could work on his relationship with them). For the longest time I kept pushing and pushing until a couple of years ago. Our court papers even state that when I am not able to care for them he is to take them but he can't be bothered even when my health lands me in the hospital like it has. When that happens I have to ask one of maybe 3 friends that I have. I have no family as all my family is more or less dead or no contact (I have two sisters left and we all are no contact with each other.) Over these years I have had so many specialists say that I needed to apply for Social Security but I only have 30 of the 40 credits needed for SSDI for if I get approved it will be SSI for low income disabled people and won't be much but will be something for my girls and me. I have never asked any thing more of him other than be a father and pay his child support but again he has done it.
Current issue: Well, as I am going through this process I have recently learned HE HAS YET AGAIN QUIT ANOTHER JOB. Has only been at this one since March but because they found him right away and they started taking the child support rather quickly he has already found it is time to quit. He likes to work for 3-12 months and quit within 2-6 months of them taking the court order child support. (The reason it is court order is because if his employers don't take it out he won't pay it no matter what and does this quitting game to try and get out of pay child support as long as possible until they find him again.) Now while I know that we have had only his child support helping us because of my health I haven't taken it lightly. So in 2021 I finally applied for SSI and currently this is a process and takes time. During this time we have no income coming in to help. I don't even have friends or family to share a GoFundMe for my kids and me. The social security only sees my age and not that I am a mom struggling to provide for my kids being disabled, that having mobility issues and unable to find employment I can do with my disabilities and illness, with being unable to really drive any more, with an arsenal of strong medicines having to be on board at all times and missing work a lot for doctors appointments, hospital stays and being stuck in bed at times. But with as sick as I am also still trying to go to college to learn different skills so I may be able to find employment that can work around my disabilities and illness. This doesn't come without its own struggles. My diagnosed illnesses are causing my education to take longer to get but I am still trying for my kids. So, with very little to no real support, it's just them and me fighting to keep our family together and our heads above water while trying to better our lives with an incurable diagnosis and I just don't know what to do anymore. No emotional, physical, mental or financial help and we are ablout to lose everything. I DON'T KNOW WHAT TO DO ANYMORE!

I’ve never posted on Reddit before and never thought I would turn to the internet for support but here I am.
My 36f daughter nearly 17 is a beautiful, smart and extremely intelligent girl. And most times I love her. But other times it’s really really hard. She’s emotionally manipulative. Threatens to kill herself if I don’t feed into her bullshit guilt trips. Goes into rages where she threatens to beat me up. A couple weeks ago she actually did. She jumped on me and punched me repeatedly in my left eye, and then calls CPS and says I’m a threat to her safety. She lies, gaslights me and plays the victim.
Her father is a useless man child 45 and never left home. I was 18 when I had her and had to put up with years of abuse from his family while trying to escape my own l family trauma.
I can never win with her and it’s a constant power struggle with her. She doesn’t go to school no matter how many different plans or accommodations we try. She literally hasn’t been in 3 months. She’s about to go to gr 12 and hasn’t passed gr 10 English math or science yet. Well I don’t think she passed any to be honest.
She still sleeps in my bed because she won’t clean her room or clean up after rabbits so her room smells like piss and is covered in shit. But when I ask her to clean her room or do the dishes I’m treating her like a slave. She has no respect for authority and I just can’t stand her. I’ve sacrificed my whole life for her and her happiness and all I get in return is entitled cruelty and abuse. Sometimes I just want to tell her to fuck off and gtfo. I’m so done and so tired. I wish social services would just take her.
If you’re gonna berate me for being a bad mom don’t bother. I’m well aware of my failures as a mom. I’ve literally got her all the support I could, a social worker a transition worker, a trauma therapist, a family therapist and a mental health team. But like it’s never good enough for her. She won’t live with her dad and social services won’t take her since it’s obvious to them I’m not a threat to her safety. I wish she would just leave and not come back and it makes me sick that I feel that way.
I don’t know if it’s advice I need. Maybe just an air hug through the Reddit multiverse. Is that a thing… Reddit multiverse? Anyways I’m sleep deprived and digressing so this is where I will leave it.
Help, air hugs and encouragement are welcomed and appreciated.

this is more just a rant i guess.. idk. i woke up this morning on the couch, after struggling with the baby to sleep all night. my back was hurting (my fault, should’ve went to sleep in my bed lol i knew better, epidural hated my body lol) but i truly had to pee so bad, so i handed baby to hubby who was playing his video game (this is all he does from the moment he gets home from work, to when he wakes up) and she had peed through her diaper a very small amount on the side. he just looked at me & said “she’s wet..” AHHHH everything in my body wanted to say “okay? so you can’t change her?” but i knew it wouldn’t go over nicely because i was pissed tf off & had an attitude. still having to pee, i just grabbed her & changed her, wiped her down & set her in her crib so i could pee quickly. she then started screaming, so now i’m rushing because she’s hungry. all the while, hubby is still playing the game. i’m now angrily making her breakfast & wrongly out of frustration said “i’m definitely NOT having anymore kids if i have to do it all by my fucking self” when i went back into the bedroom, he was holding her & i just grabbed her, brought her to the kitchen to eat. he got dressed & left for work without saying anything. no i love you, nothing. which he’s been doing for a while now it just hurt more today.
hubby & i been together for about 3 years, we have a 7month old daughter. i’m a SAHM, he works in sales. i haven’t minded holding the home workload considering he works 10-12 hr shifts a day. he’s changed a handful of diapers, fed her maybe twice, and has never given her a bath. i do it all.
it’s changed since having a baby.. even before. he’s not the same, i’m not the same, to be expected. is it fair for me to miss who he was & how our relationship was? i barely get words out of him these days, i constantly get my feelings hurt, i feel like i’m giving 100% & he’s not really bothered to give any effort. i miss him being affectionate, and surprising me. i miss regular kisses, or hugs. i miss just touching atp. our sex life is fucked, for me anyways. i feel like he only wants to be affectionate when he wants to have sex. thats it. and when i’m taking care of our baby 24/7, cleaning, cooking, laundry, planning meals & finances.. things like this really piss me off. i’m just asking for a LITTLE & i feel like i’m asking for the whole world.
i have talked to him, i’ve expressed feeling like our relationship is not okay, and i’ve expressed the stresses of motherhood, nothing. he says he gets wrapped up in work & needs to learn to separate work & home life. he’s all “affectionate “ for a day or two & then nothing. i love him, but i’m tired. any of yall been through this?

I (23f) grew up with a sister and brother. We were all "homeschooled" and when I was around 20yrs old we all figured out the covert narcissist nature of our mother and enabler father (more like we knew what to name it). I moved out at 20, got married and now have almost 5 month old daughter and have been NC with parents since my daughter was 2wks old. My siblings however are a different story.
My brother (25m) has job hoped, ruined really good paying jobs, ruined his driving record, has a lot of depression and blames his whole life on my parents. We have tons of conversations how to improve his life and move out (yeah he's living in his car on their property) he's very smart but he'd rather sit at home all day, not work and just blame his life on how they screwed us.
My sister (18f) also lives with them, she works at a really bad job, gets paid under minimum wage, her boss is verbally abusive and actually insane, my sister and her coworkers hide from her. She actually pees on her patio and sh*ts in her bed, she has tried to choke a gardener there. My sister won't leave tho because of her lack of schooling (we were "homeschooled" but my sister basically has a 3rd grade education because my mom did nothing and then blamed us older kids that we didn't teach her) she's afraid to get another job. I told her to get her education up to speed and she says she's not afraid of doing doing the work but she's infuriated why she has to (my mom). But she still isn't doing it! Then if I tell her to study she gets mad at me like I'm attacking her when I'm trying to help. She's young and kinda ignorant and doesn't see the big picture. She went from one bad place (home) to another.
In short, I told them if they are so mad at my parents and have zero respect for them (rightfully so) I don't get why they stay!? They don't need too, my sister I can understand more but my brother? I want to smack both of them, ALL of our conversations always lead back to this topic and they're answers are always the same. "My life was so bad, I'm screwed, its all their fault" then we make plans and they never follow through and it leads to nothing. We all grew up in the same house, yet I got out. All their excuses just seem to be that.
Can't anyone else relate? Advice? I've always been a mom figure to them since kids since my mom wasn't and I love them but now with my own family and their lack of effort to help themselves I'm feeling very frustrated and drained. I don't know what to do.

For the last month, I've been applying the co certificate of "positive thinking". Telling myself that if I get out of bed, make the effort to go to events, push through, take up the slack, saying yes to everything, helping others, keeping up then it would be logical that I'd become more energetic and the lain would decrease as ny muscles and mind got a work kut.
Guess how that worked out?
I'm mentally and physically destroyed.
I'm back to saying no. I'm back to unable to leave the house. I'm back to not doing what I want to do because I don't have the energy and the pain makes it so hard to do much.
I've made no progress and honestly, fuck everything and everyone. No one understands. No one sees the price it demands. I hear the bitterness but it is so close to the surface I'm past trying to hide it. I told my daughter to fuck 9ff during the week because of not wishing her a happy birthday fast enough. We had a party/bbq for her in the gsrden, babysat our grand daughter when she went out, bought presents. I entertained the family whilst running on empty. I'm out of patience. I'm lonely. I'm sad. I'm hopeless

When I (35f) was 14, my mom had my little sister. I was an accident, the child that “ruined” my mother’s life (aka ruining her chances at marrying rich and living her best life… her words paraphrased), but my sister was planned. My mom’s entire pregnancy was a nightmare. She was always abusive, but somehow being pregnant made her even worse.
The day they both came home from the hospital, it became my job to take care of my sister. As you can imagine, that went over super well with a teenage girl, but I did it.
Every day I’d come home from school to find my little sister still in her crib. Sometimes crying and needing a diaper change, while my mother laid in bed watching General Hospital and screaming at me to take care of my sister. Any time I pushed back, my mother would punish me. She refused to take care of my sister because my stepdad was the one who wanted a kid. He could take care of her once he got home, which wouldn’t be for hours. So I’d take care of my sister, cook dinner, and do the list of chores my mother demanded.
My first homecoming game? My parents showed up, my mom dumped my sister on me, so I (at 15) had to walk around carrying my infant sister while my mom got drunk and had the time of her life.
We’d go out to dinner, and I’d be on “baby duty”. So the servers would think she was my kid, and talk to me like I’m the mom. I’d angrily clarify that I’m 15 and this was my little sister, and my mom would laugh like it was hilarious.
The day I turned 16, my mom literally had me going out applying for jobs because I was old enough now. She wasn’t going to pay for me anymore. I had to take care of myself… which was hilarious since my dad was paying her child support. While we had been dirt poor when I was a kid, my stepdad makes a ridiculous amount of money. We were no longer living paycheck to paycheck, and living in a million dollar home.
At 16, I was taking multiple AP and honors courses, in the presidency of five different clubs, was a senior editor of the newspaper with several columns assigned to me, a member of the varsity debate team (also was a mentor to the novice team members, working 30+ hours a week, paying all my bills (car insurance, gas, clothes, food), and raising my little sister. All that time, my mother’s abuse got worse. Her drinking had steadily increased, and she became more violent.
A few days before my 18th birthday, I finally snapped. I left home. When I tried to go home a few days later to get my stuff, my mom attacked me and my friend who’d come with me. My friend and I both ended up escaping and running… technically I had to do a barrel roll as the garage door opened to escape… which shouldn’t be funny but I’m laughing right now thinking about how ridiculous it must have looked to anyone on the outside who had no idea what was happening.
Anyway, I ended up moving across the country to live with my dad, for my own safety and mental/physical health. I wanted to go no contact with my mom forever, but I couldn’t leave my little sister alone with her. I went back eventually for my sister, but things were the same with my mom. I left again for my own sanity and physical well being.
When my sister hit high school, my mom refused to get her a phone, so I put my sister on my plan. Made sure Uber was set up for her so that I’d pay if she needed a safe ride to get out of a bad situation. I took her school clothes shopping. Bought her exactly what she asked for every Christmas (something my mother purposefully refuses to do).
I’m the one who taught her how to be safe at parties, how to protect herself, and to look out for other girls. I had safe sex talks with her. Encouraged her to do well in school so that she could escape our mother too.
What killed me was getting the calls from her that mom was off the rails again. The police did nothing to protect me back when I was 17, almost 18. When CPS was called on my mom for my sister, several times, they did nothing also. Having a lot of money and being able to look like a stepford wife at the drop of a hat worked in my mom’s favor I guess. I personally believe she’s a narcissist, but I’ll probably never know for sure cause she’ll never get diagnosed.
When my sister turned 18 and graduated high school, she moved in with me and my fiancé that summer. She took a gap year, and we took care of her. Having escaped our mother myself, I knew she needed that space to heal. My fiancé and I joked to ourselves that we became parents to a grown teenager.
I drove her to college last summer, she just finished her first year. My little sis has been accepted and is transferring to her dream school this fall. I’m so proud of her.
To be honest, I’ve busted my ass since I turned 18, because I knew the day would come where my sister would turn 18, and she’d need a safe place to fall. I wanted to be in a good enough place to be able to provide that for her… and I did it. I got her out, and she’s thriving.
We’ve been planning a trip to go see our grandmothers this summer. My fiancé isn’t able to join us for the trip, since it’s going to be an extended visit and we can’t leave our cats alone/have his parents look out for them for that long.
One of my grandmothers called to tell me that my little sister was disappointed that he wasn’t going to be there, and that he feels more like a dad to her than her own father…. And honestly that broke my heart.
She’s joked with me before that I’m more like her mom than our actual mother. Honestly, it’s true. I feel like her mom, more than I feel like her sister. Sometimes I wish she was my kid. That we were her parents, because she’d have probably been better off. I told my fiancé about what my sister said and we both got emotional about it… and then pissed at my stepdad for being so god damn apathetic and my mom for being an abusive alcoholic narcissist… that woman wonders why I never call.
I’m looking forward to seeing my sister soon and giving her a big hug. Fiancé did joke that little sis is being dramatic because she’s still flying back to our house to stay with us for a week. Her Christmas/Birthday present for 2023+2024 were VIP/barricade concert tickets to see her favorite K-pop group. I saved up forever for them. It was just supposed to be for her and her friend as her Christmas/birthday present for 2023, but she insisted on it being for 2023 and 2024. I just like seeing her happy.

TRIGGER WARNING- SA, etc.
It's a very very long story and there's more that I could go on about but- My parents had me young, mom (19), bio dad (21). They separated when I was around 3 or 4 y/o and that's when my dad (19) (that later adopted me) came into my life. When he went to adopt me at about 7 y/o, before sibling 1 was born, they needed bio dad to release his rights; he agreed on one condition from my mom, 'Don't talk to my family anymore, I will handle it'. So he signed, with the additional agreement that he would not have to pay child support, dad adopted me. I ended up with 1 little sibling and I wanted nothing to do with bio dad at this point, he was already out of my life since the adoption. At around 12 years old, my parents started their divorce, moms second divorce. This divorce was completely different. At first, I hated my (adopted) dad but then again, he used to work 3 jobs to support us, only had 1 day off and used it as a "cleaning day" (which I later appreciated as an adult because I had SEVERE allergies, but in the moment I was just like wtf man fr?) From 13 y/o to about 15 y/o my moms at the time bf was sexually abusing me, forcing me to "cuddle" on the couch, he would pretend to fall asleep (in 5 seconds) and touch my non existent boobs and coochie while grinding his boner against my butt until he had enough. I would lay there silently crying until he actually fell asleep, slowly crawl away, and be up the whole rest of the school night, in shock, crying, cutting myself, and writing very depressing poems. He would break open the bathroom door while I was bathing and would try to peep at me in the tub. I'd cover myself under the bubble bath for HOURS until I had no bubbles and the water was cold. I then tried hurting myself even worse but sibling walked in on me. I broke down and thought if I do this, this dude is going to go for my sibling so I'll just take whatever it is to protect them. So I did. I dealt with all the things plus him walking in on me SERVERAL times in my bedroom each time after I'd have a bath/shower (no lock on the door). This guy also apparently would hit, strangle, and rape my mom. I came to find out that he had a record too, he and his brother abducted a 17 y/o or 18 y/o girl, took her to a trap house, raped her in a bathroom with a pole-blood in the tub, sink, toilet, floor, etc. He also was busted because he put a garbage bag over another man's head and lit it on fire-because the man was black. (Dude ended up being dishonorably discharged later on btw) Eventually, she got rid of him, dated a bit, and settled with a new bf, my now step dad of over 10 years. At this point, I was 16 y/o, had a GREAT relationship with (adopted) dad (not so much my mom), and became curious about my bio dad-where I came from, family customs/traditions, similarities/differences, interests, the other half of who I am. I found him on social media, reached out but didn't get a response for 2-3 weeks. Shortly after us chatting, I went to see him (adopted dad and sibling 1 came with). I had 2 more siblings from bio dad, they were a decade or so younger than me, and sibling 3 didn't resemble me much but did with sibling 2 BUT sibling 2 looked so much like me at that age, weird. A short time later, there was a family event by bio dad, I was invited but had no way to get there (about a 6 hour drive from where I was at the time) so his sistemy aunt said she'd take me. She picked me up and I was to spend the night at her house (with my 2 cousins) then we would travel in the morning. I was so excited because I vaguely remember cousin 1 from childhood, apparently we were super close growing up together, I was eager to reconnect and bond with my cousins. When spending the night, cousin 2 went to sleep early (a bit younger than cousin 1 and I), so cousin 1 and I were talking for hours, it was great being able to reconnect/re-establish our relationship...until he kissed me, threw himself on me, tried getting me to touch him as he started to touch me. I said stop wtf what are you doing we are FIRST cousins!! He chuckled and said "We are but we're not" ... "wtf are you talking about?" ... "I'm not supposed to say but your dad had a DNA test done during tour parents divorce and told all of us your mom cheated on him, you're not ACTUALLY his acoording to the test" ... so at this point, I'm disgusted, have so many questions, confused, am in a house of 'family' that I don't know/don't believe that I am family-I went to sleep. Next day we traveled to see bio dad and after the event I asked him and step mom about it and also mentioned that because of this cousin 1 tried "xyz". Bio dad's response to the DNA-"Your mother had the DNA test done and it said I was not your bio father, she probably lied/gave me a fake test so I would stay out of your life." I went to my mom and questioned her, she said "Absolutely not, you know your (adopted) father and I don't talk so you can even ask him to verify that I'm not lying. I have no idea about anything that has to do with a DNA test, we never had one as he (bio das) was my first and we got married then I was prengant with you about 3-4 months after getting married." I asked (adopted) dad and his story lined up perfectly with my mom's. So bio dad lied to me and his entire side of the family to save face. He lied to all of them because his agreement of giving up his rights to me and not having to pay child support would not have been supported by his side of the family so he told them I wasn't his and supposedly provided a (fake) test so they'd get off his back about it. My grandfather from him said he saw the test-but there was no test! Beyond fucked up man...but whatever. I still wanted a connection. I wanted to leave the bullshit in the past and move forward right? So, fast forward a bit, I was in a 3 year (3 out of 3.5 year) relationship with a TRUE P.O.S. bf that was physically, mentally, emotionally, and verbally abusive. We lived together for 3 years out of our 3.5 year relationship. He was addicted to porn, would call me a bitch every single day amoung other things, ended up raping me and thought it was funny, would hit, kick, choke me (not in the good way), and push me off the bed but then say "You think I want to be like this?! You think I want to do this to you?! Hurt you?! You're making me do it, it's your fault because you have issues." I wasn't "allowed" to talk to my guy friends because they're guys (and I didn't have many girl friends at all), especially my best guy friend that I grew up with and had known since 3 y/o. Bf would isolate me from my families even. At work, I only would talk to my guy friends/male co-workers if bf wasn't there otherwise he would ignore me the whole shift and be brutal when we got home (yeah, we also worked together for a bit over 3 years). I then found out that bf went on the dark web and watched a man kidnap someone, rape her, murder her, and proceed to rape her corpse...my bf was getting off on it! He even said he went back on the next night to do it again but site was blocked. FUCKING PSYCHOTIC. I could go on and on about his craziness. I was his 3rd virgin btw and at work we had a "work daughter" (was so close to that girl, she was 3 years younger than me, 5 years younger than bf and I used to go to her (when bf didnt have same shift as me) crying and telling her everything that would happen with him, so she knew all the shit he did). I was scared he was going to kill me one day, I was scared to stay, scared to leave, all the stupid things and all I wanted was consistent love. We did end up breaking up a few months after I turned 21, he ended up dating our work daughter and took her virginity too! He also did all the shit to her as he did to me! I felt bad for her at first but then thought no you dumb fuck, you knew EVERYTHING you were getting into smh. Anyway, I went to a family event for bio dad, bf was working, they wanted to meet him; we set up lunch for the following day. Bio dad said he was going to give bf the "talk" yk...with the shot gun type of talk. I said I don't feel comfortable with that because firstly, it's not his place, I have my dad (adopted), secondly, bio dad even agreed that we more so have a friend relationship at this point, and third, I've already been with bf for 3 years so it's not appropriate. He got REALLY salty the morning of the meet. We were coordinating plans and everything when he said along the lines, "We haven't seen you in person for almost 2 years now yet you always have time to go out...etc.etc." I responded, "The two times that you have seen me post that I was out, I was across the street from work. I went there for about 2 hours both times with bf and co-workers. I cannot drive 6-8 hours to you and 6-8 hours back in the same day. I work two full time jobs and am going to college online full-time. I'm sorry that I'm making you feel this way or that I've been distant but I try talking and seeing you all (on Skype and such) as much as I can. I don't know what else you want me to do or say at this point. That's why I'm excited for this meet up today. You also could have put in the effort to come out this way these last two years to visit me as well, but again, I'm sorry. I hope you all aren't mad at me, I'm really trying here." He then tells me "I'm going to have to cancel lunch today. I don't think meeting today is a good idea. Now I'm going to have to tell your (LITTLE) siblings that you don't want to see them today since you never have time for us and have basically disappeared from our lives these last 2 years." Aaaaand that's when I ✨️lost✨️ my shit and popped off 🙃 "ME?! I'm the one that disappeared?!?! How fucking dare you say that. How fucking dare you try to do that to them and me. YOU disappeared from MY life at 4 years old, LIED to the entire family (they still questioned if I'm "there's" or not, even had received the comment "Even though you're not ours, your ours because we've known you since a baby" and only 1 of bio dad's parents is still somewhat in touch with me to this day btw) I didn't see YOU for 12 YEARS of my life! I reached out to YOU, I have been the only one making an effort to keep the line of communication open and going and even after all of that plus my explaining that I work TWO full-time jobs plus full-time school, you still have the nerve and audacity to make me the bad guy and say I'm the one not trying here?! YOU are going to continue to LIE and tell MY siblings that I don't want to see them when that couldn't be further from the truth?! I'm going to tell you this ONCE, YOU blew your first chance of staying in my life when I was a child, now you're blowing it a SECOND time with me as an adult; there WILL NOT be a third time. I WILL NOT subject myself to this nor do I need your added stress. I WILL NOT allow you to do this to me EVER again. If my siblings or even step mom (or that side of the family) want to be in contact with me-I will gladly accept that but YOU are DEAD to me. Don't talk to me, don't contact me, I want NOTHING to do with YOU anymore, sperm donor." ... no response ...every couple of years after that I got a "happy birthday" or "merry christmas" here and there but I never responded. It's been a few years with no interaction from him. I just miss my siblings. I got so attached to them and I miss them, I tried staying in contact through video chats but they were still fairly young at that point so it was difficult plus having him or step mom in the background sometimes was awkward. They're now getting a bit older, sibling 2 is turning 18, sibling 3 will be 16. We have each other on social media but don't talk and very very VERY rarely interact with likes on posts. I'm afraid to make the first move, I don't want to push anything, I don't know what bio dad has been feeding into their brains about me, etc. My relationship with them will NEVER be as close as with my almost 21 y/o sibling 1 from (adopted) dad, which I can accept, I absolutely love my sibling 1 that I grew up with like nothing and no one else; I practically raised him tbh. But I do think about the other 2 siblings, I miss them, I just don't know if I should respect unspoken boundaries or make the first move? What do you think? And lmk if you want more of these batshit crazy stories that I've went through (tbh I'm probably going to post another seeking advice on another subject). ✌🏻

My daughter got her baby in April and she’s been doing great! At least up until she woke up last night and we could hear her breathing, tiny little squeak like noises. She was also sneezing quite a bit. She had changed her bedding two days ago and it’s a Kaytee brand that turns out has a bunch of terrible reviews for being so dusty. We pulled everything out and tossed the bedding, wiped it down and gave her new bedding. Is there anything we should/can do as far as her nasal passages are concerned?? It being Sunday, we have to wait for a vet to open tomorrow. Just want to make sure she is comfortable and safe!!

My first and defining relationship was with an older woman when I was 21. She was 37. I was attracted to her boldness and it was exciting to be around her at first. She was a heroin addict, and one day she was in the bed nodding off and I said I have to go and I left. I had sort of decided to break it off with her . Then a note came in my mail box...a letter which said in ransom note cut out newspaper lettering...I will take you from rags right through to stitches. I got scared and wondered who it was.i called her up and asked her. She didn't confirm or deny and seemed amused. She then offered to share some heroin with me if I ever wanted some. Even though I was freaked out something drew me back and I called her. We shared the heroin. Over the next few weeks she displayed odd behaviours like kicking me in public, verbal put downs and flirting in front of me with other men. I was too inexperienced to walk away.i got sucked into it and the sex and intimacy made me fall in love. She became pregnant three months later. Because my father had killed himself when I was eight, I decided I needed to be a good father to my child so I embraced the idea. I was a talented songwriter and musician and as the relationship started so did my career in the town. During her pregnancy she had moments of violence, such as threatening me with a baseball bat,hitting me over the head with a phone and literally clinging onto me as I tried to leave and held on until I fell over exhausted. Despite these outbursts we also had moments of bliss preparing the house for the child. She had the child, a son and I embraced fatherhood. She was highly strung and jealous of my female friends, and by this point I had become addicted to painkillers after the heroin ran out. She could be calm and loving one moment and suddenly snap and become frightening and intimidating the next. Certain events like Christmas or Easter she would invariably snap and make a scene and I would cop the physical or verbal abuse. It was a strange time where we were raising a child and there were moments of bliss but also terror and confusion. Things went on like this for years until I finally had to get away. During this time she made it difficult to see my son. We got back together on and off but it would end when she would snap and I felt threatened. I made a final break after a bleeding stomach ulcer from my addiction to painkillers during which she kicked me while I lay on the floor for her to call and ambulance. I nearly died and was so scared I left town. During this time she made threats to harm our son and I was so worried. I didn't want to abandon my son but I had to be away from her. Eventually I went to rehab in another city and sorted out my issues properly. During this time she became a meth user and became neglectful and abusive to our son and psychotic and violent to her brother and others. My son came to visit me shortly after I completed the year long stint in rehab and my friends convinced me to keep him with me, despite me feeling powerless to do so. It was a hard few years but my son and I lived together and I was sober and healthy and while it wasn't perfect I'm proud I was able to give my son some refuge from her abuse and a good sober father figure in his early teen years. I went to court and obtained a parenting order.i took out DVO's against her to protect me and our son. He attended a wedding where she was there and despite me doing everything to ensure his protection and safety ( it was his half sisters wedding, my ex's daughter - he really wanted to go) she tried to grab him and ended up choking him with his tie and caused a huge scene at the wedding.i felt so guilty when I found out because I had let him down again. Unfortunately the parenting order stated he still see his mum, and she convinced him to stay with her one visit and there was nothing I could do. He was 16 by this point. I was devastated.But one year later he called me crying saying she had threatened him again. I decided to move back to hometown so he could live with me and finish school. It was a difficult time and I met a co worker who we became romantically involved, but she had alcohol issues and drank herself to death within two years of us falling in love. Meanwhile my son finished school and I see my ex now on the street and feel no more fear. This is enormous because for twenty years I was petrified of her. My son is now 21 and is in strife now ...he went to a party and hooked up with a girl , he thought it was consensual and it didn't go beyond kissing and light groping. The next day her friend convinced her it was sexual assault and the cops were called. My son is facing serious charges. This has been so devastating and stressful.he is handling it well enough but I'm concerned about the stress the prolonged trial will have on him. I am now 44 and feel like I've been robbed of the last twenty years, my prime years, by a woman who terrorized me and seriously abused our son. It still angers and enrages me , disappoints me, saddens me, I feel so guilty for what my poor son has been through. She is now an alcoholic and her health is severely affected. I no longer feel she is going to kill me one day which is what I thought for twenty years. She has mellowed in her age. But there is always that 'what if' in the back of my mind. I also feel robbed of a chance at my true calling which is music.i still achieved things but my time and energy was spent dancing around my son's mother's abusive behaviours. And living in response to them. I don't feel like I've ever been in control of my life. I realise now I can finally be free. I still worry about my son but I can't rescue him now he is an adult. This feels strange. It has been my main purpose for so long. And now I am just in disbelief at all the events of my life. And wondering where to go next , what to do. I'm absolutely terrified of women now. I'm so tuned in to noticing any red flags and any sign of even slight manipulation or potential for abusiveness sends me into panic mode. I hope to have a normal life someday, a normal relationship, and some happiness. I still find it so hard to forgive his mother for what she did to our son. And I feel so much guilt for letting him down. Does anyone have any advice on processing all of these feelings and moving on from this sort of thing? Any resources or wisdom. Thanks for reading.

TRIGGER WARNING- SA, etc.
It's a very very long story and there's more that I could go on about but- My parents had me young, mom (19), bio dad (21). They separated when I was around 3 or 4 y/o and that's when my dad (19) (that later adopted me) came into my life. When he went to adopt me at about 7 y/o, before sibling 1 was born, they needed bio dad to release his rights; he agreed on one condition from my mom, 'Don't talk to my family anymore, I will handle it'. So he signed, with the additional agreement that he would not have to pay child support, dad adopted me. I ended up with 1 little sibling and I wanted nothing to do with bio dad at this point, he was already out of my life since the adoption. At around 12 years old, my parents started their divorce, moms second divorce. This divorce was completely different. At first, I hated my (adopted) dad but then again, he used to work 3 jobs to support us, only had 1 day off and used it as a "cleaning day" (which I later appreciated as an adult because I had SEVERE allergies, but in the moment I was just like wtf man fr?) From 13 y/o to about 15 y/o my moms at the time bf was sexually abusing me, forcing me to "cuddle" on the couch, he would pretend to fall asleep (in 5 seconds) and touch my non existent boobs and coochie while grinding his boner against my butt until he had enough. I would lay there silently crying until he actually fell asleep, slowly crawl away, and be up the whole rest of the school night, in shock, crying, cutting myself, and writing very depressing poems. He would break open the bathroom door while I was bathing and would try to peep at me in the tub. I'd cover myself under the bubble bath for HOURS until I had no bubbles and the water was cold. I then tried hurting myself even worse but sibling walked in on me. I broke down and thought if I do this, this dude is going to go for my sibling so I'll just take whatever it is to protect them. So I did. I dealt with all the things plus him walking in on me SERVERAL times in my bedroom each time after I'd have a bath/shower (no lock on the door). This guy also apparently would hit, strangle, and rape my mom. I came to find out that he had a record too, he and his brother abducted a 17 y/o or 18 y/o girl, took her to a trap house, raped her in a bathroom with a pole-blood in the tub, sink, toilet, floor, etc. He also was busted because he put a garbage bag over another man's head and lit it on fire-because the man was black. (Dude ended up being dishonorably discharged later on btw) Eventually, she got rid of him, dated a bit, and settled with a new bf, my now step dad of over 10 years. At this point, I was 16 y/o, had a GREAT relationship with (adopted) dad (not so much my mom), and became curious about my bio dad-where I came from, family customs/traditions, similarities/differences, interests, the other half of who I am. I found him on social media, reached out but didn't get a response for 2-3 weeks. Shortly after us chatting, I went to see him (adopted dad and sibling 1 came with). I had 2 more siblings from bio dad, they were a decade or so younger than me, and sibling 3 didn't resemble me much but did with sibling 2 BUT sibling 2 looked so much like me at that age, weird. A short time later, there was a family event by bio dad, I was invited but had no way to get there (about a 6 hour drive from where I was at the time) so his sistemy aunt said she'd take me. She picked me up and I was to spend the night at her house (with my 2 cousins) then we would travel in the morning. I was so excited because I vaguely remember cousin 1 from childhood, apparently we were super close growing up together, I was eager to reconnect and bond with my cousins. When spending the night, cousin 2 went to sleep early (a bit younger than cousin 1 and I), so cousin 1 and I were talking for hours, it was great being able to reconnect/re-establish our relationship...until he kissed me, threw himself on me, tried getting me to touch him as he started to touch me. I said stop wtf what are you doing we are FIRST cousins!! He chuckled and said "We are but we're not" ... "wtf are you talking about?" ... "I'm not supposed to say but your dad had a DNA test done during tour parents divorce and told all of us your mom cheated on him, you're not ACTUALLY his acoording to the test" ... so at this point, I'm disgusted, have so many questions, confused, am in a house of 'family' that I don't know/don't believe that I am family-I went to sleep. Next day we traveled to see bio dad and after the event I asked him and step mom about it and also mentioned that because of this cousin 1 tried "xyz". Bio dad's response to the DNA-"Your mother had the DNA test done and it said I was not your bio father, she probably lied/gave me a fake test so I would stay out of your life." I went to my mom and questioned her, she said "Absolutely not, you know your (adopted) father and I don't talk so you can even ask him to verify that I'm not lying. I have no idea about anything that has to do with a DNA test, we never had one as he (bio das) was my first and we got married then I was prengant with you about 3-4 months after getting married." I asked (adopted) dad and his story lined up perfectly with my mom's. So bio dad lied to me and his entire side of the family to save face. He lied to all of them because his agreement of giving up his rights to me and not having to pay child support would not have been supported by his side of the family so he told them I wasn't his and supposedly provided a (fake) test so they'd get off his back about it. My grandfather from him said he saw the test-but there was no test! Beyond fucked up man...but whatever. I still wanted a connection. I wanted to leave the bullshit in the past and move forward right? So, fast forward a bit, I was in a 3 year (3 out of 3.5 year) relationship with a TRUE P.O.S. bf that was physically, mentally, emotionally, and verbally abusive. We lived together for 3 years out of our 3.5 year relationship. He was addicted to porn, would call me a bitch every single day amoung other things, ended up raping me and thought it was funny, would hit, kick, choke me (not in the good way), and push me off the bed but then say "You think I want to be like this?! You think I want to do this to you?! Hurt you?! You're making me do it, it's your fault because you have issues." I wasn't "allowed" to talk to my guy friends because they're guys (and I didn't have many girl friends at all), especially my best guy friend that I grew up with and had known since 3 y/o. Bf would isolate me from my families even. At work, I only would talk to my guy friends/male co-workers if bf wasn't there otherwise he would ignore me the whole shift and be brutal when we got home (yeah, we also worked together for a bit over 3 years). I then found out that bf went on the dark web and watched a man kidnap someone, rape her, murder her, and proceed to rape her corpse...my bf was getting off on it! He even said he went back on the next night to do it again but site was blocked. FUCKING PSYCHOTIC. I could go on and on about his craziness. I was his 3rd virgin btw and at work we had a "work daughter" (was so close to that girl, she was 3 years younger than me, 5 years younger than bf and I used to go to her (when bf didnt have same shift as me) crying and telling her everything that would happen with him, so she knew all the shit he did). I was scared he was going to kill me one day, I was scared to stay, scared to leave, all the stupid things and all I wanted was consistent love. We did end up breaking up a few months after I turned 21, he ended up dating our work daughter and took her virginity too! He also did all the shit to her as he did to me! I felt bad for her at first but then thought no you dumb fuck, you knew EVERYTHING you were getting into smh. Anyway, I went to a family event for bio dad, bf was working, they wanted to meet him; we set up lunch for the following day. Bio dad said he was going to give bf the "talk" yk...with the shot gun type of talk. I said I don't feel comfortable with that because firstly, it's not his place, I have my dad (adopted), secondly, bio dad even agreed that we more so have a friend relationship at this point, and third, I've already been with bf for 3 years so it's not appropriate. He got REALLY salty the morning of the meet. We were coordinating plans and everything when he said along the lines, "We haven't seen you in person for almost 2 years now yet you always have time to go out...etc.etc." I responded, "The two times that you have seen me post that I was out, I was across the street from work. I went there for about 2 hours both times with bf and co-workers. I cannot drive 6-8 hours to you and 6-8 hours back in the same day. I work two full time jobs and am going to college online full-time. I'm sorry that I'm making you feel this way or that I've been distant but I try talking and seeing you all (on Skype and such) as much as I can. I don't know what else you want me to do or say at this point. That's why I'm excited for this meet up today. You also could have put in the effort to come out this way these last two years to visit me as well, but again, I'm sorry. I hope you all aren't mad at me, I'm really trying here." He then tells me "I'm going to have to cancel lunch today. I don't think meeting today is a good idea. Now I'm going to have to tell your (LITTLE) siblings that you don't want to see them today since you never have time for us and have basically disappeared from our lives these last 2 years." Aaaaand that's when I ✨️lost✨️ my shit and popped off 🙃 "ME?! I'm the one that disappeared?!?! How fucking dare you say that. How fucking dare you try to do that to them and me. YOU disappeared from MY life at 4 years old, LIED to the entire family (they still questioned if I'm "there's" or not, even had received the comment "Even though you're not ours, your ours because we've known you since a baby" and only 1 of bio dad's parents is still somewhat in touch with me to this day btw) I didn't see YOU for 12 YEARS of my life! I reached out to YOU, I have been the only one making an effort to keep the line of communication open and going and even after all of that plus my explaining that I work TWO full-time jobs plus full-time school, you still have the nerve and audacity to make me the bad guy and say I'm the one not trying here?! YOU are going to continue to LIE and tell MY siblings that I don't want to see them when that couldn't be further from the truth?! I'm going to tell you this ONCE, YOU blew your first chance of staying in my life when I was a child, now you're blowing it a SECOND time with me as an adult; there WILL NOT be a third time. I WILL NOT subject myself to this nor do I need your added stress. I WILL NOT allow you to do this to me EVER again. If my siblings or even step mom (or that side of the family) want to be in contact with me-I will gladly accept that but YOU are DEAD to me. Don't talk to me, don't contact me, I want NOTHING to do with YOU anymore, sperm donor." ... no response ...every couple of years after that I got a "happy birthday" or "merry christmas" here and there but I never responded. It's been a few years with no interaction from him. I just miss my siblings. I got so attached to them and I miss them, I tried staying in contact through video chats but they were still fairly young at that point so it was difficult plus having him or step mom in the background sometimes was awkward. They're now getting a bit older, sibling 2 is turning 18, sibling 3 will be 16. We have each other on social media but don't talk and very very VERY rarely interact with likes on posts. I'm afraid to make the first move, I don't want to push anything, I don't know what bio dad has been feeding into their brains about me, etc. My relationship with them will NEVER be as close as with my almost 21 y/o sibling 1 from (adopted) dad, which I can accept, I absolutely love my sibling 1 that I grew up with like nothing and no one else; I practically raised him tbh. But I do think about the other 2 siblings, I miss them, I just don't know if I should respect unspoken boundaries or make the first move? What do you think? And lmk if you want more of these batshit crazy stories that I've went through (tbh I'm probably going to post another seeking advice on another subject). ✌🏻

This would be a multi-episode debacle. But it starts with Yuri discovering Loyd is twilight. Maybe Yuri is put on security detail at Eden academy to watch over Desmond and the other politicians. A server comes and offers some exotic finer treat, Yuri accepts but just as he puts the treat in his mouth he catches the very distinct scent of yours perfume on a random teach (Loyd in disguise). This leads Yuri inform his commander that he has to leave his post to use the restroom. He follows the teacher letting all kinds of scenarios play out in his head. Maybe he’s been burglarizing the Forgers to sleep on Yor’s bed, or maybe, he thinks to himself, he’s kidnapped her. But as he peers into the classroom to see what the man is up to, he watches Loyd pull off the mask, revealing himself to intact be twilight as he got what he needed from the professors’ table.
At this point in the story I like to think Yuri and Loyd were finally starting to bond, because Loyd had taken Yuri out and explained his childhood in the war to him and explained Yor felt like she captured that innocence he had lost so many years ago, and he would swear to Yuri, down on one knee that he would never let anything happen to Yor or Anya. And for the maybe the first time in the show, we see Loyd genuinely confess his love of Anya and Yor in a tearful and honest speech about his shame. The same of not speaking to him before marrying Yor (lying to Yor and Anya for his governments gain), shame for letting this obvious animosity swelter in Yuri (knowing that the family is fraudulent and wanting more than anything for it to be real). So Yuri would bend down on one knee to and grab Loyd by his shoulders and let him know that he forgives him, and will welcome him into his life openly.
So Yuri, in shock, grabs his mouth and then his head blind with rage tears out some hair. “That bastard lied!” Thoughts foaming from Yuri’s thoughts, “he’s been using my sister to spy on me, using his daughter to spy on the politicians at this school!” Yuri grabs the door knob with one hand and grips his pistol with the other. “I’m gonna kill you!” He seethes with rage and grit teeth. Then he stops as he notices on pitch black strand of hair resting on his shoulder. He remembers their night at dinner. “Yor,” Yuri pauses, “how will I explain this to Yor? How will I explain my sister is ‘married’ to the one man we’ve been searching for for years? They’d blame her- they’d never believe she was probably forced and coerced for years by Twilght. They’d torture her. I could help my sister escape! No, we’d never get past all those ‘Type-F’s’. I can’t do this now.” He releases the doorknob. He backs away dropping some hair as he makes his way back to post. He’s superior sees how red-faced and uncomfortable he looks. He also notices the clumps of hair ripped out of his head. The same waiter comes up with more treats and offers for a second time, Yuri ignores him and the superior fearfully shoos the waiter and treats away.
We know are with Loyd and the handler, she informs Loyd of some intel they’ve just uncovered. Apparently, the ostanian government has been constructing bombs and bombers. Twilight needs to discover a safe way in for the Westalias Covert Operators overseeing Controlled and Improvised Explosive Security (COOCIES ‘cookies’). At the same time Yuri is giving a debriefing on how to finally put an ed to Twilight (without implicating his sister). “Leak the bombs they’ve been constructing to WISE. They will send Twilight if we beef up security. Type-F’s on every corner, assassins on every roof, WISE will be forced to use their best assest, Twilight.” The superiors are skeptical but agree and issue the order to mobilize a unit of Type-F’s and begin contracting assassins. One of them of course being… Thorn princess.

I'm having a lot of feelings right now so buckle up for a long post, and thanks in advance if you actually read all of it.
I'm having my first boy in November. This was an unexpected pregnancy, and even though it sounds silly, an unexpected gender. My mom and sister both had all girls and I just unintentionally convinced myself that since my first child was a girl I was gonna have the same fate of all girls, which I was totally fine with because I adore having a girl. So this whole event from the beginning was very shocking.
If you've seen my recent posts on here, you've seen that I've been struggling hard with finding a name for him. Husband and i have totally different taste when it comes to boy names. Our daughters name was picked long before we tried to have a baby and we both are in love with it. I know a lot of people keep suggesting to just gather a list of names we like and see what fits when we meet him, but that's just so hard for me to do. I want to have something to call him other than "the baby" and I just feel like without a name I can't connect to him.
We had finally gotten to like 90% sure on a name, and I was finally feeling excited about it. My mom already admitted she wasn't thrilled with it, and I knew my husband's family wouldn't be fond of it either, so i was considering not telling anyone we had decided on that name until he was here. But last night we all hung out and were talking about names and i got excited and told them. They all had the reactions I expected, and then my husband admitted that he didn't like the middle name I chose but was okay with the first name.
Well that ruined it for me. I basically shut down the rest of the night and when we got home i cried in the shower and then went to bed. I'm so upset because of how foreign this child feels to me and none of the names either of us come up with feels right and it's giving me so much anxiety and sadness. I want to be excited for this baby but I just can't.
My husband keeps getting annoyed because every time we agree on a name, a few days or weeks later I change my mind and say it just doesn't feel right. So he's getting to the point that he doesn't even wanna discuss it anymore until the baby is here. But I just desperately wanna feel connected to and excited for this innocent little boy, and without a name that feels right I feel like it's just this thing growing inside me. Like it's not MY baby, I'm just incubating.
This all probably sounds so stupid and like I'm just losing my mind over nothing but this is how I've been feeling and idk maybe someone can relate or something. Anyway thanks for reading if you made it this far

https://www.inforum.com/opinion/columns/port-court-filings-allege-years-of-domestic-violence-by-expelled-former-nd-lawmaker
MINOT — On March 4, 2021, the North Dakota House of Representatives stopped its busy legislative schedule to consider harassment accusations against state Rep. Luke Simons of Dickinson.
The claims against Simons spanned years and included not just staff at the Bismarck Capitol and news media members but also some of his fellow lawmakers, such as Grand Forks Rep. Emily O'Brien and Casselton Rep. Brandy Pyle, both Republicans. Ultimately, the House made the unprecedented move of voting to expel Simons, something that had never happened before in state history.
That expulsion has become one of the fault lines in the North Dakota Republican Party, dividing traditional conservatives from an ascendant faction of MAGA populists closely aligned with former President Donald Trump.
Many outspoken members of the populist faction — including former lawmaker Rick Becker, who is currently seeking election to the U.S. House of Representatives and opposed Simons' expulsion during floor debate in 2021 — have claimed that Simons was removed improperly and wasn't afforded due process.
Now Simons, who has stayed active in politics, including providing a recent defense of a Williston-area Republican lawmaker who has refused to resign after berating law enforcement officers with homophobic slurs during a DUI arrest, is accused of a years-long history of mental and physical abuse against his wife and children. That's according to court documents in a divorce proceeding his wife filed in June 2023. The filings, in which she is the plaintiff, indicate that the two have been separated since October 2021.
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"Throughout our marriage, Luke has a history of assaulting myself and our children," states a declaration filed in the case by the plaintiff on March 1, 2024. "Social service reports exist that document Luke has beat our children with a 2x4, extension cords, and also used a crowbar for spankings. He has run into me with a 4 wheeler, attacked me until I was on the floor, punched my nose and broke my glasses and phone."
"Luke punched the walls of our home and choked me until I passed out," the declaration continues. "We have been separated following a significant domestic violence incident in October 2021, in which Luke assaulted me and bit one of our daughters, requiring the intervention of Luke's father and our church."
The filing includes photos of the bite wound. The plaintiff alleges that Simons bit another of their children after becoming frustrated while teaching that child to drive.
One exhibit in the case is a testimonial from Simons' wife dated November 2021, just months after Luke Simons' expulsion from the Legislature. Titled "My Story," it contains allegations of abuse by Luke Simons against his wife dating back to their wedding night in 1999.
Describing it as "such a happy, scary, time for a young lady," the plaintiff indicates that she "did something wrong or said something wrong and made him upset" at which point "he pushed me out of bed and I slept on the floor" with "no clothes and no blankets."
She also alleges that Luke raped her in the basement of his parent's home after a Wednesday church meeting, and that he perpetrated physical abuse against her — everything from kicks to punches to choking and slaps — during the more than 18 years they lived together on their ranch. "I found out that chains really hurt and even leave chain shaped bruises," she wrote.
She claims that Luke accused her of being deficient in her "Bible studies" because she was "missing the part about wives being submissive to their husbands." She says Luke claims she was talking "with a bad attitude just like liberal Democrats."
Under a section of the document titled "Reasons to get away," the plaintiff wrote, "I don't remember the last time I felt 100% safe and secure in my own home." She also wrote that she wants to "get away from Luke and his weird ideas about women and girls and their proper place."
In his own court filings, Luke Simons doesn't dispute that abuse occurred in the marriage.
"Plaintiff alleges Defendant was abusive throughout the parties' entire relationship," a pre-trial brief filed by Luke Simons's legal counsel states. "Defendant does not deny that abuse occurred but does deny that it occurred to the extent Plaintiff claims. He admits that he has made mistakes in the past and has sought counseling to overcome his issues."
At least one member of Simons' own family also acknowledges that abuse occurred in the relationship. One of the exhibits in the plaintiff's filings is a text message sent by Ben Simons, brother to Luke Simons, to the couple's children in which he refers to "wrong" perpetrated by his brother even as he opposes the divorce.
"Your mom is still proceeding with divorcing your dad," he wrote in the Aug. 10, 2023, text. "There is not one spiritual leader in her life that has condoned this. Your mom is being wrong. I know your dad has been very wrong for a lot of your growing up years but now it's your mom that is in the wrong."
"I wished so bad that your whole family would've not covered up the wrong that your dad did and maybe your family could've been helped sooner," Ben Simons, a former Republican candidate for the Legislature, continued. "I was so mad at your dad when I found out, I couldn't even talk to him. Now I don't want to cover up what wrong your mom is doing."
I sent a list of questions to Jamie Haynes, attorney for Luke Simons in this proceeding. I asked him which specific allegations of abuse Luke Simons denies.
Haynes told me his client declined to answer. "This is a private family matter that involves children. Luke won’t defend himself. He loves his family and hopes that this can be reconciled in the future."
Sandra Kuntz, an attorney who is representing the plaintiff in these proceedings, declined to comment on behalf of her client.

So growing up I got to experience the wonders of parenthood via parentification. Which basically means I was stuck raising my siblings -- especially my sister whose fifteen years younger than me -- and taking care of my family since the age of twelve. At first it was just happy homemaker bullshit -- cooking dinner for me, my brother, his friends, and my grandfather, then doing all the dishes, making and serving coffee to my mom and her friends. Then my sister was born when I was in high school, and my mom went off the fucking deep end because of post-partum depression or some shit. And pretty much every minute of the day when my sister wasn't at daycare, she was with me. Now, I have this super fucked up complex where it's like she's my daughter (she's not) and my sister.
But getting to the point, she's eighteen now and my mom wants her to pay rent. Because on top of everything else our mom is also a gambling addict who can't pay her bills on her own and works three jobs to maintain her gambling habit and being a semi-functional adult. My sister is starting college late in January because she has stomach ulcers and is taking some time off because of that. Then yesterday she told me that she is planning on moving out and has been looking for apartments. At eighteen. And I get that she can technically do whatever she wants, but as a fucking rape and domestic abuse survivor I just feel like an eighteen-year-old girl who never even learned how to wash the dishes or use the microwave until she was twelve should not out on her own and left to her own devices.
So I told our mom.
Then my stepdad found out and surprisingly, hilariously, he did not seem to care at all about my sister's safety. He said that I should have just kept my mouth shut and let her make her own mistakes because now HE was gonna hear about it from my mom. And I just---!!!!
I feel like an asshole, okay, for ratting my sister out, but I'm not fucking sorry that I don't want her to end up fucking homeless or living with a goddamn abuser like I did. And I'm so fucking mad at my stepdad for not seeing the fucking bigger picture here. Like yeah she needs to make her own mistakes -- that doesn't mean she needs to be subjected to fucking abuse. Like JFC.
Okay, I'm done.

Final update- We are being evicted. He wasn't paying the rent for the past 3 months. He said things slowed down at his job and since there has never been financial transparency I believed him. I did some investigating and I saw his most recent pay stub and he was making less but it was still enough to cover the bills with a 500 dollar surplus each week. I looked at his total sum that he's made thus far since Jan and it's my whole take home for the year!! He's made what I make in a year in 5 months!! I am so disgusted and defeated. I'm taking my daughter and moving us in with my parents but the problem is they live 11 hours away and I have to uproot my daughter and switch schools to a district we don't know about as she enters high school and I have to leave my job. Please take this as a cautionary tale. DEMAND financial transparency if you decide to stay at home even if it's just for a few years. Any words of encouragement and prayers would be greatly appreciated right now. My heart is breaking.
Update 2 (See part 1 below for background)
I asked him to sit down with me and he said things are so far gone there's nothing to see. If I can't contribute to the big bills then I can't help. I really think we are getting evicted soon. I told him I'm going to take our daughter and stay with my parents a few states away until we can figure this out. He's now guilt tripping me saying I'm abandoning him with this mess. I told him we are possibly going to be homeless living out of a hotel and I can't have our daughter living like that. He said it would be temporary. If we face eviction he won't be able to rent it buy a house and I don't make enough to qualify. He's really making me feel bad like I took advantage of being home and working around our daughter while he held everything down and now we are facing a crisis I'm leaving. I've wanted to leave for years! Sorry if TMI but we haven't slept in the same bed for over 10 years or "anything" else because he's so stressed with work trying to provide for us. I told him if he could be more present and help with our daughter I have NO PROBLEM getting a full time job. He said no I need you to take care of her. I'm so miserable but somehow I really feel guilty for him paying all these years but I also sacrificed my independence. Thank you again for reading and all of your support and advice❤️
Part 1- I've always made great money but when I got married me and my husband agreed that I would be the one to give up my career and stay at home. Now that our child is in school I have a job but I can only work so much because I have to be there to run our child to activities and be there when she needs me. We agreed that my husband's job would come first and my job would have to be flexible because we have no family around or support system. Everything that comes to our daughter falls on me. He pays for all of the household bills and I pay for all of the groceries extra curricular's ( dance so it's really getting expensive) and all the clothes as extra stuff that comes with a teen girl. We have no joint accounts or financial transparency he just pays the bills and what ever I can make goes to groceries and our daughter. I never have anything left for me which I'm ok with but what hurts is that he makes me feel like he's doing everything and I'm just another dependent. I tell him we need to connect but he says he stressed paying bills has no time for us. I have no idea what's going on financially on his end he's so secretive. I don't even know his bank accounts. He recently said we might be getting evicted because his work slowed down but when I see our tax returns it's the same amount as last year. He started trading in Forex but claims it's not taking anyone money but now we are facing eviction. I think he lost money in forex. I'm so scared. I really want a divorce. He talks to me so degrading like I can't and I don't help. My WHOLE check goes to groceries. He makes 3x what I make. Am I the ahole? I can't support me and my daughter if I leave him. I gave up all of my earning power. PLEASE HELP!

I'm 34, first pregnancy, and am expecting Di/di twins (spontaneous pregnancy). My mom (66) is gonna be a grandmother for the first time as well. She has, in my opinion, always struggled with her own stress and need for control over any situation. I have told her I was pregnant after 12 weeks but have waited much more time before telling any of my friends. From the moment i told her, she wanted to tell her friends and neighbours, which i finally allowed (for some people) since that came from a place of excitment and happiness. Since then she has helped by buying second hand material, as i wished for, and coming to help me clean my house some times. All very nice of her. The problem is this: she doesn't really contact me to see how i'm doing, rather sends me info and marketplace posts that could be interesting. But when she knows i have an appointement, then she expects news immediatly after said appointement. If i don't give any, she will start unreasonnably stressing about it, imagining the worst, and quickly calling me or my husband. (My phone is often on silence mode) Last appointement lasted much longer than initially planned because they wanted me to be monitored for contractions after seeing an unusually short cervix. I did not call her when i got out, but went to eat at my MIL's place before heading home. I was planning to call her when i got home, but did not have time, she called my husband while we were driving home. I kinda snapped at her for not waiting on my call, and she kinda cried and hung up on me. I feel like i have the right to just process any information after a medical appointement, and let her know in my own time. She doesn't get this and insists she has the right to be updated immediatly. I let a week or two go by, she came today to bring a baby bed. I decided to bring this up in order to explain my POV and ask that she kindly waits on updates and practice the motto 'no news, good news' and she will be updated anyway, the day after being the max waiting time. She doesn't agree, only sees her side of the situation, and left without saying good bye, because she was 'not angry but sad'. She brings things up like 'you'll see when you have a daughter', and 'i know what it is to have teenagers that dont answer their phones and you Wonder if everything IS okay', which in my opinion is irrelevant.... She also said she doesn't contact me to often because she knows I like being left alone. I cried After she left. AITA?