Mom undress for son

I have been dating for past 3+ years and planning to marry my boyfriend. He is really a great guy who I admire, adore and respect.
But recently after a discussion with my parents, I have been questioning myself if my love is true? Or does true love actually exist?
I come from a wealthier family (networth somewhere around 80cr) than my boyfriend who comes from a family where he is the sole bread winner with lot of financial responsibilities (basically no assets). He is hardworking, passionate and I know he will be successful irrespective of anything.
Coming to our relationship, I was the one who proposed him, back then money was never my criteria. I just could not help myself from not falling for him.I knew his financial and family conditions.. But for me nothing mattered as I just saw him as an individual. He was someone who was more hardworking than me, more passionate than me and had really high morale. Currently he earns more than me though we have same degree.. So if we see individually he is more capable and also I feel is a better person than me which made me fall for him.
Coming to my family discussion, I was always with a perspective that boy and girl are equal. I am 25 now and I can say never till today I saw my parents differentiate between me and my brother. But recently now that my brother is getting married I came to realize that the whole property would go solely to my brother. I love my brother and we have a great bond. But hearing this I did not know how to react.
I know that I have cousins where girls were not given any inheritance, but my dad always complained about how unfair it is. My mom also was not given any inheritance though her dad owns a fortune (his network is 10x of my dad) .. And my mom use to complain about the same. Seeing this I expected that my parents are different, I will have an equal inheritance with my rother.But no.
Basically there is no inheritance for girl child as girls are always expected to get married into a way more wealthier family. So the whole property goes to the son alone. while if a girl does a love marriage then it's her fate and she gets no inheritance.
My family is not open to love marriage so they deemed that mine will be an arranged marriage, sometimes my brother keeps joking about how I should lend him luxuries ones I get married to a richer guy ( in an arranged marriage).
The irony is that few years back my brother fell in love with a girl (who was a gold digger and cheated on my brother later very badly) who came from a very poor family background, though my parents did not like her.. Not because she was poor but there were lot of roumors of her being not a nice girl (had multiple affairs). Still my parents agreed to my brothers choice, as it's his life. It was easy for him as he has no change in life. The girls financial condition never mattered to him as his life is not changing at all.. He will have all the money anyways. No life style change.
But for me... If I marry my boyfriend, I will be living in a 1bhk rented house with his parents. Untill recently the guy I was soo sure about now because of this drastic change which I will have to face.. I am getting a cold feet. I can convince my parents for the marriage, but I know I will get blessing but no wealth.
Till date I always thought I will be living in one of the 5 house which my dad owns, with my bf and his family. But now.. I feel I have too much to lose.
(Legally - only ancestors wealth can be distributed equally, and all the wealth we have now is solely generated by my dad (he is great at stock market). So it's his choice to not give me any assets. Though he loves me i am sure if I go for love marriage .. He won't give me a penny! )
My bf is perfect no reason to break up at all! So if my love is true I should not be afraid to let go of wealth and live in a rented 1bhk right?.. But i am feeling suddenly so chickened out. Feeling too scared about the change in my lifestyle.
I know, if we work hard we can get rich too but tentatively the struggle is scaring me.
If I chose to marry him now.. Will I blame him in future after a fight?
Will love fade away and will I regret later?
Is love greater than money?
Do i really love him? I really think I do... Then why am I getting second thoughts ?
Was I never in love with him?
I am just dwelling in these thoughts now...

Assalamualaikum all, I hope this post finds you well and in good spirits.
I grew up Christian. My Mom & Dad are from the Caribbean. My Dad is also a theologian who is a Christian. I've been practicing Islam since I was probably 19 years old. The Surah that brought me deeper into Islam was Surah Ad-Duha. I'd been going to church my whole life and I didn't feel connected to the community anymore really. I also just grew uncomfortable with the idea of the Trinity so Islam's central notion of the Oneness of Allah SWT really grounded me and gave me comfort.
I'm 25 years old now and have for the first time begun to have conversations with my parents about it. I want to make Shahada later this year. A few weeks ago, before Eid, I told my mother over the phone about my decision and basically her determination was "Hey, you're my son. I'm going to love you no matter what. I don't have to like all of your decisions but at the end of the day you're going to do what you think is best for you and I will have no choice but to respect that." So it was amiable but begrudging.
When I had the conversation with my father a couple days later, he was kind of upset but not angry. I guess disappointed. He said something like "I'm sorry because a part of me feels like I didn't do something." As though it was his "fault" that I left Christianity.
Now, I'm back home recovering from an injury with them and want to just tell them flat out "Hey, in August inshallah, I'm going to convert to Islam." Do you all have any tips on making that conversation go smoothly?

Falling back in love with the mother of my child. What do I do?
So it's a bit of a long story, grab a chair, maybe a snack just relax for a minute & let me tell you. When I was 17 now '23M' I met the most amazing woman, so madly in love with her. then 16 now '22F. Me and her were first loves, we did everything together & had developed a very strong friendship. We were best friends but we dated, It was amazing. All the growing up from 16 & 17 till when we broke up at 19 and 20.
We did everything like getting our first place together, our first grownup jobs, our first new cars, at 18 she found out she was pregnant. I was ecstatic I mean besides the weight of being a teen parent & being totally unprepared haha, I mean I loved this person so much she was truly my everything.
Fast forward to 2020 our baby boy was born & everything was great, both of us had government jobs new cars, a nice house and we were preparing to buy a house. Now the details on why we split are expansive so I'll just touch on them. She was going through postpartum depression & I knew so I was doing everything I possibly could to relieve her stress and anxiety. Now at the same time I had to handle an alcoholic set of parents, a dying uncle, a couple of friends who had passed. I had a lot going on mentally. Not to mention having memories that had been suppressed from my childhood come back to me. I was f*cked up and so was she.
We started fighting a lot & ultimately decided to split up. I moved in with my parents & she did the same with hers. Except her mom lived in Arizona & a majority of her family did as well. Her father was the only person in Kansas City that was family. So she had trouble even having a place to stay.
Eventually she had no choice but to go to Arizona for some time to get back on her feet. I said I could keep my son for some time while she took a few months to stabilize. 3 months in she asks if she could come get our son and bring him down for a few months. I couldn't do it, not only was him being in another state a massive risk to my custody but they are also Native American so the second she steps on a reservation I loose all rights. Well that's what I was being told by my parents & grandparents.
I had no idea what to do do but I ended up not letting her take him. Stupid decision cause I had no reason not to trust her, the only person that's ever cared about me just cause they wanted not because I was family. Our relationship & friendship was solid up until then. It destroyed me & it destroyed her. Fast forward I'm 21 and she's 20, she's back in state and is contributing with our son. She bounced around dating men and living with them, until she eventually met someone and got engaged.
They were together for a little over a year, well he ended up being physically abusive to her and my son. We are now 23 and 22, there relationship ended 3 months ago. I offered to let her stay with me until she gets back on her feet.
Our friendship is just as strong as it was when we were teens. She's since forgiven me for keeping my son from her, l've also realized a lot about myself and what I had going on mentally. I never stopped loving her, she's always been the one for me & I knew that when we split. I needed that time tho, I got to spend 3 years with my father who passed last year. I got him sober & had gained fulfillment in seeing my father how I had never. I do not regret our split, but her being here has brought so much to light.
She says she loves me still but isn't attracted to me, reason being how much I had hurt her in the past. I can see it, how she looks at me sometimes. She still loves me, she will make me lunch for work & ask me how l'm feeling when I seem off. She cares for me and we both enjoy each others company, she misses me when I'm at work. Now I'll say this situation is odd cause we both agreed getting back together because of situations might lead to decisions being made that aren't true to our feelings.
We do everything that would be done in a romantic relationship, besides intimacy. Now there art times that we get intimate, l'll console her if she's sad.(We sleep in the same bed) cuddling isn't something we do tho. Sometimes we may hold hands while we sleep. Or when we drink we might get a little touchy on each other. But nothing ever happens.
I should mention we both are dating, I have gone on a few dates with some woman and same for her with men. We aren't together but we aren't not together. Truly confused & have no idea how to navigate this situation. My gut tells me wait it out and see if anything develops more, but my heart tells me to confess how I feel and what I want. I want her and only her, always have. Can someone help me navigate this with some wise advice, it would be greatly appreciated.
TL;DR;: I’m falling in love with the mother of my child who I’ve not been with for 3 years, she lives with me now due to circumstance & I have no idea how to handle this. What do I do?

When I was a minor my parents would insist that I visit their hometown in a different country during my vacations. It’s always miserable and not restful. They think I hate it because I miss TV, Internet, or video games but that’s really a minor issue.
I’m a night owl so adjusting from 8:00 AM to 6:00 AM is always challenging and everyone in the house snores. Moreover, there are both fleas and something in the soil. I always break out in bug bites and hives which make it even harder to sleep. Every time, my mom blames me for catching fleas even though I’m careful and I don’t approach animals. Then she asks why I get reactions when no one else does as if I choose to be this way. My mom calls me lazy in front of all of her family and makes me a butt for jokes even though I’m worn out with life and sleep deprivation (she has never worked and I’m an only child). I get bullied for being a terrible farmer despite being a complete newbie.
The last time I visited, I brought my husband. She insisted that I go visit her stupid plot of land in the woods she does nothing with and only visits once a year. She screamed at me in front of my husband when I didn’t want to go saying that I HAD to go. At that point I was lucky enough to not have a reaction after a week. I unfortunately relented. The reaction developed by that night and I finally knew the culprit behind my misery. She of course denied it, so I decided to never put myself in that situation again.
After all those years she never even tried to figure out a solution, it wasn’t her problem after all. I haven’t gone since and neither will my son as I suspect the same would happen to him. I could get a hotel room in the non rural area to visit the rest of the family but it’s just not worth her bullying. My mom has a better relationship with my husband than she does with me. (Don’t worry, he knows she’s full of shit). Oh well.

My husbands mother has had an issue initially with bedbugs and hoarding due to illness. while hoarding is an illness in itself we deemed that she simply could not be left alone mentally an need to care for her. we spoke often about how ill she was and both came to an agreement that we must care for her and what better way then get an extra room and simply care for her. shes been living with us for a few years now. and im starting to see her and what her issues are.. she WAS ill at one point but got much much better. i realised that she had issues at one point but she will not help herself in ANYWAY shape or form to the point that she justifies being disgusting. when she lived on her own we tried twice to get her out of a nasty situation. she had a major bedbug infestation in both of her houses. we cleaned out her house and basically got rid of everything but there were still some hanger ons and it infested her second place that we helped her out of....
this second place was next door to us. so we could of been closer. she neglected her dog and made us go out pick up SOME stuff for her. while we had that space she let the dog shit and piss all over the house and never even bathed she would simply buy new things an sit on her ass while trash and shit and piss would build up around her (this was when it was very bad and we decided to take her in) she got out of there which i though was for her own good. she brought in the bed bugs into a few of our homes and they infested our stuff us needing to start over constantly. we even got many exterminators but also costly. we changed to some natural fungus treatment and FINALLY it worked after 3 years of trying to get rid of them.
just this year alone i have a child on the way and its increasingly frustrating that even with a cleaner environment, her getting mental help. getting the proper meds and support i over heard her say to her therapist that she feels unwelcome because of how apparently obsessively clean i am. I am also NESTING and i never really lived in a messy home i dont like it. im not even asking her to clean her own room it is her space but my husband and my step son have tried to clean her room because frankly it does smell to some degree. and theres alot of clutter(way less horrid then what she had but bad nonetheless)
she just orders clothes instead of cleaning them even upon offering to clean her clothes for her. she hoards trash around my house saying she will recycle but she doesnt (beside the recycling bin itself) so i do it for her and she gets angry. she does have incontinence issues so she wears diapers. while she can go to the bathroom on her own she sometimes misses (understandable) but she leaves her dirty diapers on my counter instead of putting them in the trash literally next to the toilet. and leaves feeces and blood on the toilet seat for me to clean. she always makes us buy her things now and horribly unhealthy food all the time and complainss when we sometimes make food for her she doesnt like. (in an attempt to be sure everyone eats what they like we all take executive decisions as a group on what to eat). i feel like were leaving alot of legroom regardless even if we dont like it but its never good enough. this woman refused to eat a pizza because the peperoni was under the cheese..... my husband started getting angry (i always was and i regret this decision)
but i need a more clean home for my baby and i can no longer tend to this woman (aswell as myself and the rest of the familly. my husband has stepped in ALOT and talks to his mom telling her that she needs to for the child but she always gives me these passive aggressive or petty comments. like when i clean she says (my mom used to move furniture around to clean it). or (can you leave the bathroom door open ((so she can breathe but she never had an issue with the window open) i keep it closed to keep the animals out. her cats cant even pee properly so were constantly cleaning the cat litter for this woman. we run errands for her. we setup her appointments for her, we attempt to help her clean her room but she refuses putting everyone else at risk. she gets angry with us for not doing things her way. sometimes me and my husband argue and she says WE bother HER when we argue. to basically stop arguing because it makes HER uncomfortable. after being forgiving for so many years she runs the entire familly bending all of us around her damn fingers for her own convenience. frankly i gave her the benefit of the doubt for a very long time and i just cant take it anymore. even establishing to her that we need her to take care of herself a bit more so we can focus on the end of my pregnancy and when that baby arrives. she still acts like we HAVE to do everything for her. weve asked her to move her own car simple as so that we dont have to pay for tickets... today i just picked a ticket off of her car and she WILL blame my husband for not moving it. we work from home and dont always have the time to do it on time while she has zero responsibilities and NOTHING to do . i was at a point once where i told myself she cant shes sick. but she has no issue going out on her own when she wants to go shopping. she rarely leaves the house but shes perfectly able. i hate to say this but shes flat out LAZY and aa HOARDER simple as and is trying nothing to get better for herself when we directly ask her she gets better for 2 days then she reverts back to slob and (do everything for me go buy me more coke) attitude. i know i shouldnt butt in to the whole therapist thing either but she makes them housecalls instead which means we cant even live in our own house while the therapist is around. and when she sits on the couch.... she then stays there fo DAYS. making my livingroom a mess and TMI but i can SEEEEE her skin sheds ON MY COUCH.
im cleaning 24/7 my husband cares for me and helps me clean and so does his son. and we all contribute. except for her. its a big familly. and when i cant, i ask for help and i get it. BUT i see the stress my husband also undergoes. we have to care for absolutely everyones incompetence with a baby on the way and its extremely stressfull. the LEAST that i want is to keep her own stuff in check but she is completely ignorant.
I need to vent and i frankly want to yell at her and just tell her to wake the fuck up and take care of herself or shes out of my house. but truth is i have still seen my husbands mood improve to some degree knowing his mom is still in a better environment regardless. we cant just kick her out again to be left to her own.
sadly however im starting to think she should just no longer be my business and it should just be me taking care of my house regardless of her being here no matter how anngry or pettty she gets. she completely disagrees with how i handle my house. my relationship. and my familly as a whole. again i dont want to listen in on someones therapy session but the walls are thin. she makes her therapy sessions about how shes uncomfortable and dislikes how I handle MY life decisions and MY kids and MY relationship with my husband.
i love him and she cant even be grateful that we took her in to help. she cant even be grateful that she has a cleaner home to die in. and shes definitely taking advantage of us. when she doesnt need to. Im just TIRED

For the longest time I have vague memory of a cheasy and gory movie from the sci-fi channel. The movie featured a Frankestine plot where people where switching bodies with different personalities. The son invented a machine to transfer bodies, featured a mom, dad, son and girlfriend plot,he movie also featured a twist ending. Any help would greatly be appreciated :-).

My grandmother lives in Europe and I live in the US, she is not doing well and is very old (95). We are planning to visit her for her birthday this year, but my husband doesn't want to come with me nor will he allow me to bring our son who will be newly 4 at the time of the trip
I would go for a short week. As the mom, I am the primary caregiver. My 4 y/o still nurses, sleeps with me at night, sits on my lap at meals, and we spend all day together when I am not working. I do work 4 days a week and so my kiddo is in a private Preschool/child care program on those days.
I am so worried that my emotional, sensitive, and cuddly child will feel abandoned or traumatized. I may cancel the trip. Really I am asking for advice, I don't want to damage my kid for life by leaving him for a week at a tender age.
Speaking of which, my parents left me for a week when I was in grade school, and I never forgive them for it. I remember the feeling of abandonment to this day. However, both of my parents were gone and I stayed with their friend and friend's children. I've had abandonment issues ever since and I don't want that for my kiddo.
Should I go for a week to see my ailing grandmother, possibly never see her again before she dies, or stay home with my child?

About 10 years ago my neighbor asked to take down a portion of my 4' chain link fence dividing our property. He wanted to back a storage building into his back yard. I agreed and neither of us replaced the missing 30' (15x15x4) fence. A couple of years go by and I notice he is piling stuff against my house and in my yard. I ask him to move it to his own property. He does eventually.
Meanwhile I moved across town to care for a family member but still go by to check on the property, empty the mailbox, mow the yard, etc.
The encroaching happens a couple more times during that timeframe. He must have had a run in with county code-enforcement, because one day there is wood plank fence that runs from his house across the property line so the last 4x4 is touching my house. Obscuring line of sight into the back yards.
Now looking in, my yard was a nightmare of "treasures" he picked up and piled in my yard.. (his yard was full)... Sanford & Son would've been proud of him. His S%$t was piled 6' high. I was less than enthused.
So, AITAH when I called the junk hauling service. My instuctions were very clear. Here is the property line. ANYTHING on my side of the line is junk including the portion of wood fence, posts, gate, hardware, et all. If It is on my property, it's mine and I want it removed. There was a cement mixer, construction supplies, broken lawn equip, parts and decks to mobility scooters.. Took a couple guys a couple box trucks full to get it done. Cost, $1000+.
or AITAH for sending the bill to the neighbors 70yr old mother whose named as the property owner with a deman letter for reimbursement.
I offered a few options for her and/or her hoarder son to pay off cost of the hauling or we could meet in civil court. She (mom) agreed to cover the cost and I feel that the sting of that interaction will keep her son, the neighbor, in line. If not for the cost, but to avoid his mother's wrath.

I (30yo woman) am getting married to my fiance (32yo man) in October. We have had a relatively long engagement and got engaged back in February of 2023. Since February of this year, I had this sad feeling in my gut that my grandparents would opt to not go to our wedding. Unfortunately, this was confirmed via email on Sunday, and they gave me the excuse I was expecting them to give: the dog.
My grandparents are healthy and relatively young. About ten years ago, they randomly decided to move away from us to go live in the north GA mountains. Despite the relatively short travel time of 3hrs, they have always insisted we go up to visit (even though my mom, sister, and I are not retired and work full time with conflicting schedules; plus, we take care of my 94yo great grandmother (my grandfather's mother)) and they have gone from spending every holiday with us when they lived here, to having spent a total of 3 holidays with us in the past 10 years.
When their last dog died back in 2017, they got another one about two years after that. My grandparents have always insisted on getting nothing but purebred English setters (even though each one has had plenty of health issues because... That's what happens when you buy a purebreed), and even though they knew it would be too much dog for them to deal with in their older years, chose not just a male, but the biggest puppy in the litter that would end up in the 90th percentile in size for a male English setter. Because my grandparents live in the middle of Actual Nowhere, this dog has never been around other dogs or people, and they've NEVER left him alone, not even for 10 minutes. If they drive over an hour into town for groceries, he goes with them, or my grandmother stays behind with him if the trip is going to take too long (like the time my grandfather had an eye appointment and drove back up into the mountains by himself with his pupils still dilated...)
So for the past 5 years, the dog has been their excuse. "Well he's too strong and might not do good around other dogs" (because you didn't socialize him), "he might become destructive if we visit and stay in a place he's not familiar with" (because he never left that damn mountain), etc etc.
Now, unfortunately, he has seizures. Massive grand mal seizures that have occurred two or three times since December that have apparently led to him running off into the Appalachian wilderness for hours, or biting my grandfather, or knocking my grandmother down.
Before this stuff with my wedding, we were already getting fed up with my grandparents. My great grandmother (the one I mentioned earlier and my last surviving great grandparent of the three that I had while growing up) fell back in October and broke her hip. She was in the hospital for a couple weeks and then was transferred to a pretty shitty place for physical therapy for two months after that. All the time her dementia and paranoia getting worse. She would constantly ask where her son Greg was and why he wouldn't visit her. So we'd call my grandfather and plead for him to visit his mother because we were so tired of feeding her the same excuses every time we visited to (kind of) placate her. Despite months of this, her breaking her hip AGAIN, us worrying she'd probably die (thank goodness this didn't happen; she got transferred to another long term facility that worked wonders with her and she's walking around with her walker again like she was 70), and her 94th birthday in December... He only visited twice. And neither of those times were on her birthday. When I tell you that was the most depressing "birthday party"... It was just me, my mom, my sister, and my great grandmother staring and not wanting to eat the birthday cake that my grandfather ordered. Cold rain pouring outside and my poor great grandmother finally sighing "I thought I would see Greg for my birthday..."
So you can see that I'm already at my limit with them. So when I had conversations with them to try to find ANY kind of option to take care of the dog so they could make it to my wedding, it would be like pulling teeth. They don't want anyone to come stay with him at the house, they don't want to bother with getting a pet friendly Airbnb near the venue, they don't want to bring him to the wedding because he might get overstimulated and have a seizure and run off again--I could go on forever. So to them their only option is: don't come to my wedding. And I am sick of them using that damn dog as their go to excuse for whatever their issue is. I want to cut them out of my life for all of this.
Questions I'm sure some of you may have and that may help with context/understanding my confusion and frustration:
-Maybe your grandparents don't approve of who you're marrying? • My fiance and I have been together for six years and they have told me multiple times how much they love him. They were both elated to hear about our engagement.
-Maybe the wedding is too far away? • The wedding is in southern GA, so same state as them. The drive for them would only be 2.5 hours. I have multiple guests coming in from Oregon, and a cousin flying in from Germany.
-Are you not close to your grandparents? • They practically raised me. Our family is painfully tiny (my dad and his family were never in the picture). My mom was 20 and single when she had me, so we lived with my grandparents until I was 4. And then during a period where my mom was involved with my sister's father, she essentially was emotionally and physically absent for 3 years (ages 7-10). I was at my grandparents' house 5 days a week and they were the only ones I had to talk to at the time. My grandmother and I are so alike and her interests molded mine. My grandparents and I used to call multiple times a week just to share different bands to listen to because we have such a similar taste in music. Them telling me they're not coming to my wedding for any reason other than a fatal illness feels like having someone shove a hot poker into my chest.
-Maybe they're not fully aware of how upset you are by this? • I don't like being emotionally vulnerable, but I concisely told them all of my feelings on the matter through an email. (I simply couldn't bring myself to do it over the phone because I know I would become a blubbering mess.)
-Do you hate dogs? • I'm genuinely surprised I don't with how often my grandparents have prioritized their dog over all of their living relatives and friends. I'm an avid animal lover. Honestly, I prefer animals over people 99% of the time. We have two dogs and two cats.
I just feel like an unlovable piece of shit and wanted to vent and see how strangers felt about the issue. Feel free to give advice or scream/cry along with me.

My husband mentioned that his sons college is paid for the rest of his life because he’s giving his gi bill to him. When having our daughter, he constantly told me how I needed to treat the both of them equally, which I do. I treat his son like my own. However how is only giving his gi bill to his son not treating them differently? I worry that this will definitely cause sibling rivalry in the future when they find out.
I feel this is unfair that the BM basically lives off his child support and barely has to work. Now she doesn’t have to support her son in college because my husband is willing to give 100% of it away. Yet I have to work my butt off to save for our daughter and future kids and make sure college is also 100% paid for so it doesn’t cause any resentment amongst the kids.
He also wants me to be a stay at home mom for our daughter and future kids but how can I even think about that when his son has his college paid for and our kids get nothing? I don’t mind being a stay at home mom if I knew this issue was equal amongst the kids. But the way he talks is very definitive about his sons college but never says anything about our kids college.
Extra info: His son is a toddler still. You can divide gi bill between siblings.
I haven’t talked to him about this yet because I’m not sure how to go about it.

I'm (F36) faced with accepting I'll need to use an injectable weight loss medication as a result of hormone challenges. I've been fortunate and never needed medication in my life for long term treatment. My weight however has been an issue for the last 10 years. I'm 239 lbs, 5'3", considered morbidly obese. I'm a single mom, I love a lot, eat as healthy as I can, have tried so many diets and lifestyle approaches. And I can't get away from this weight.
My son (9), is my motivation to get healthier. He loves me the way I am, but I feel my body screaming for help. I sprained my ankle missing a step and the poison was so intense. I hurt my back trying to carry in a small box. It's the weight.
I walk every day, I do workout videos, track calories. I'm fatigued by having to think about my weight constantly and have so much shame that I can't get this right.
I'm at the point where I need to accept I need medication. Wegovy was mentioned in my last doctor's appointment. My doctor mentioned, that because I'm against hormones, I will likely have to use an injectable for the foreseeable future. And that once I stop the medication, the weight will likely return.
I'm trying not to overthink it. My son takes medication for his ADHD and I try to keep a positive tone for that experience for him.
I'm not sure why I can't do it for myself. Why am I so resistant? Why does it feel so shameful?
What is the longest you have been on this medication? Have you had results that outweigh the risks?

I honestly don’t understand how the mind of my boomer mother works!!
I (40F) am currently 23 weeks pregnant with my second child. I have intentionally waited until this far along to tell her specifically because I wanted all of my genetic tests and anatomy screens done. She found out this morning and I had to warn all of my relatives to be prepared for the “phone calls”. My cousin just messaged me and said that I probably don’t want to know what was said. She is being kinda cagey about the details so I know it was horrible. I do know that she said my SO needs to work. Um the man works 48-56 hours per week and sometimes more. He makes $20+ an hour before overtime and for some reason she thinks we are dirt poor since I became a SAHM.
Are boomers completely incapable of being happy for others?? I mean she has told me before how glad she was I couldn’t have children, then I went NC for 1.5 years. During that time I got the courage to end my unhappy marriage, find an amazing man, then gave birth to my son. I can honestly say that was the happiest 1.5 years of my life. I know for a fact if my grandma (her mother) did or said half of things she has, my mom would have probably murdered her slowly.

My son is 15 months old, and his mom and I are separated. I pick him up from daycare at 4pm every weekday, and he either stays the night here or I take him to his mom's around 8pm. We kind of have a routine, but I'm curious for any ideas you guys have for entertaining him, keeping him stimulated and happy, and keeping myself sane.

My boyfriend (22m) and I (20f) have been LC/NC with MIL since last July. I blocked her on Facebook in May after sending her a nasty message her for missing her son’s 21st birthday party. (Shallow, yes I know. I was just angry.) She had 2 months notice about the party and made excuse after excuse about why she couldn’t come, ultimately it ended up being because we didn’t want her alcoholic husband to be there and she refused to go without him. She never even sent him a birthday card.
My bfs birthday is at the beginning of May and this year MILs husband sent him a message asking what he wanted for his bday during the second week of April. My bf does not like him, wants nothing to do with him and has explained this to his mom. So the message was never read because he has his notifications blocked. I saw it about a week and half after it was sent while looking on his phone and told my bf. He was annoyed but texted MILs husband back, we didn’t hear anything for over a week and then MIL invited us up to dinner at her house but they wanted to wait until we all had a day off. We gave them our availability and she said they were waiting to get Sundays off together and that day would be best. They live about an hour away so we said sure whenever is fine after the 6th because my dad was coming to stay with us for a week. This upset MIL and she said she wanted to do it the weekend after his birthday, we said that’s fine then. It didn’t end up happening and we were gonna let her tell us when they were ready.
Now it’s 3 weeks later and my schedule just changed so I’m working Sundays. I asked my boyfriend to let his mom know and she said that she is trying to find a new job because they cut her hours at work. MIL and her husband always work at the same place and her hours always get cut…
I just need to vent because this is not how my family is, birthdays are special and to be celebrated with all of your favorites because you need to enjoy life. I wish this women would even take a second of her own time to spend with her son, even on the phone without her husband talking too. She didn’t send him a card or anything this year either. We live and hour away and she commuted to a job an hour and 15 mins away for over a year!!!! I want to believe she cares about her son but everything she’s ever done and how she treats him tells me she doesn’t.
Disclaimer: Yes I understand everyone’s family’s are different but she goes over the moon for his siblings and even grandparents birthdays. Her oldest doesn’t even get a second glance.

Danna stopped recording and lowered the phone.
"Daniel Levi, we practiced this!"
"Sorry, Mom. I'm just kinda tired and..."
"Well if you would GET THIS RIGHT, you could go and have a rest!"
Shaking her head, she deleted the clip and raised the phone again, thumb tapping the screen to restart recording.
"Again," she said, watching the boys scramble to get back to their starting positions.
Daniel had been very obstinate and whiny lately, feigning pain and tiredness to try and get out of working. No matter how she explained to him that the videos were how the family made money, no matter how long she made Derick paddle him—and her oh-so-strong husband kept trying to puss out on that—the child's will would not be tamed.
Finally, after another take, they got the shots she wanted for the day's big video. All that was left now was to edit this was to edit this with the footage of herself from earlier, play with the filters and everything, and post.
Children were a test. They were, of course, sent by the Lord to refine the spirit, to challenge dreams and delay goals so as to make the parents into stronger vessels.
But Danna Orson was certain that her second son went beyond the usual testing intended by God.
Daniel had been needier at birth than the others, and had a stronger will as he grew than the others. Danna simply did not know how to break the boy. She almost wished her mother were around. Peggy Lynn Sooks knew how to bring anyone in line: children, pets, employees. Maybe, if the Lord compelled them to turn around and pass back through Iowa at some point, Danna could prevail on Derick to allow a stop-off to visit Peggy Lynn. All the boys would benefit from some of their grandma's order and discipline.
Derick would benefit from being reminded too that while the man might be the headship, the woman ruled the roost.
Making her way back to the RV, Danna plopped down in her favourite chair and started editing. Occasionally she considered turning this mundanity over to one of the older children, after some training of course, but she knew none of them would truly understand how things worked.
Men were all muscle and no mind. Women were little enough mind as it was, but men had none at all, particularly not for things that were important—things that mattered.
Derick stepped out of the RV and moved behind her chair, resting a hand on her shoulder.
"Hi, sugar," he said.
"I'm all sweaty," she responded, "so don't touch me with your cold hands."
She felt her husband pull away.
"Sorry."
Men had to be discreetly kept in line. They had to know that a wife was available to them physically, but you never could let them sense any deeper emotional bond. That led to problems later. Danna knew it well enough by now.
She had been gentler with Derick when they met, and ever-sweet, and emotionally available because, as a dumb college girl, she thought men cared about emotional investment too.
All it had earned her was a husband she had to cajole and weedle to get sex when she was ready for another baby. Even then, they did not always conceive easily, and she blamed herself on some level. She had no physical impediment, of course, but she had been tender toward what she perceived as Derick's emotional needs when they met.
Treating men as emotional creatures and responding to their feigned feelings in kind—and their feelings were feigned, as part of how the Lord helped them win a woman—was emasculating. It could even make them faggots. Danna was pretty sure, as little as he seemed to want sex, that Derick would immediately go the faggot route if she did not keep close tabs on him.
She could see hints of it in the way he walked so carefully aboard the RV, letting the kids run all around him and never pushing past to assert himself as the dominant male. It was visible in how he treated the kids too, hugging on them when they were whining because of some little cut or bruise, helping them up if they tripped or fell or anything in proximity to him.
She would just have to keep working on it.
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Parents: would you require teen 16m child to spend more time with the grandfather he feels less close with (my dad, I'm teen's mom) but whose health is failing and might not have lots of time left -- teen son would occasionally see medical challenges related to healthcare aspects of aging, grandfather has mobility issues, he'd likely see things like dialysis, use of oxygen Or Would you require teen son to go on international trip for a month to older, but far healthier, other grandfather's (my FIL) home country? The trip would be Grandfather, teen and his younger teen sibling, and their dad (my husband). They are all close. They took the same trip in 2022. They mostly had a good trip. My husband said son got bored and complained a little then (he was 14)
It will be to a rural area. The point is going to visit lots of mostly elderly relatives. There will be some fun outings but there will also be a lot of family dinners where teens are strongly encouraged to interact and engage with all extended family members, many being elderly and there is sometimes a language barrier. There is the slight possibility of getting together with a few kids their age.
Teen son's perspective is he wants to stay home. He doesn't want to spend that much time with ailing grandfather but he will, if it means he mostly gets to do the things he likes at home for those 3 weeks.
I told my son I don't know, I honestly don't know what will happen with my dad's poor health conditions. I'm very stressed out by this because I am very close to my Dad, despite his relationship with my kids. He has been in poor health most of their lives.
But the trip is not a resort vacation by any means. It's a trip that means slowing down, not even much screen time. Bike rides along farm fields is the exciting activity. My instinct is to require my son to go along.
My husband & I are extremely thankful that his dad/my FIL has the opportunity and means for providing the international travel (from the U.S. to Europe), we could not afford it on our own, the trip would be a gift to his son & grandkids. I'll miss them but I know I'd never be able to relax and enjoy being that far from my dad, with his health failing.
Thanks in advance for sharing your thoughts/suggestions

I love my friend and appreciate our friendship but can’t help to think she copies me every chance she gets which is a bit annoying. I 24 F have a friend 28 F we been friends for 6 years. Well recently we both became moms and she asked me what idea I had for my sons birthday party I thinking nothing of it show her my idea (which is a concept very dear to me) with all the specifics then I asked what she was doing for her kid which she replies she hasn't figure it out yet. Well I been buying my sons stuff and prepping and well found out that shes doing her kids birthday party with the same theme “shocker”. I know I don't own the right of the concept but it just didn't sit well that she took the same concept, didn't even told me (I found out because of a mutual friend) and couldn't wait till next year to use it if she liked the idea so much. Now looking back I'm thinking of all the times she has done this to me and other friends I guess because it was something for my son I'm feeling icky about it. And I have bought so much stuff that is stupid to change it just because of her plus I don't think is fair that I have to be the one to do so. Also Shes celebrating her kids birthday party first than my sons so it looks like I'm the one copying her 🙂‍↕️ aitah for thinking bad of her?

We’ve been saying we don’t want kids since we were 23. After some back and forth with family, we generally had peace until recently.
I’m 32F and decided to go back to school that’s 2.5 years. Cue reality setting in. It’s difficult because my in-laws are Eastern European. I have done my best to respect their culture, religion, and values for the 10 years I have been married to their son. I will not budge on this.
Now, I’m made out to be some villain who has poisoned her precious baby boy. I have never felt someone be so entitled to MY body. MY uterus. MY life. I have always believed that I don’t owe grandchildren or children to anyone. “Children” are full human lives that don’t exist for anyone else. They will eventually become adults and live their own independent lives. They are not toys. (I know I’m preaching to the choir.) But it’s like my MIL thinks I’m doing this to spite her or I have a personal vendetta.
My MIL has chosen to fixate on her daughter’s eggs because her daughter was recently diagnosed with PCOS. I am horrified for her. All I can do is tell her she’s more than her ability to procreate. She’s going off to college next year, so hopefully it will help getting distance.
All of this has shown me how there are still people in this world that truly believe my only purpose is birthing and child rearing. No matter what I do or say. No matter that I have a career in science and am the main “breadwinner.” No matter that I have said since I was a child that I don’t want to be a mom. It is dehumanizing and disrespectful.
I know for a fact that if I had kids, she would pick apart my cooking, parenting style, etc. she believes that I’m not “grown up” unless I procreate. That’s fine. I’m not making my life 100x harder unnecessarily to be validated by the patriarchy to then be an invisible domestic servant.
(My wonderful husband fully has my back and 100% agrees kids aren’t right for us.)
Has anyone else experienced this freak out as they age past socially acceptable childbearing age?

I am a 29F and my husband is a 32M. We have a 3M and my stepson who is 12 and stays with us on weekends. I have been thinking lately that while yes, our toddler is still a handful trying to potty train and all, I think we could handle another kid. Besides by the time I get pregnant and have another child, our son will be older and potty trained. Plus when is there ever "a good time" to have another child. If you keep waiting for the right time it'll never happen.
I've been trying to find a way to bring it up to my husband I want to try again but we were laying in bed cuddling last night and he said something that is bothering me. While yes, yesterday was rough. Our son has been having trouble going to bed on time and potty training. Not to mention he found a sharpie and drew all over our NEW WHITE sheets. I still think we could manage it.
Anyways, we were laying there and he said, "I know you want another kid, but I just don't know if that'll happen. It's getting kinda late and the older you get the more problems you have." I said, "well my mom was 32 when she had me and then 3 yrs later she had my brother, so I don't think that's a big deal." I'm pretty sure we can figure it out financially since he is working some good hours. Yes it would be tough with him working like he is and having a toddler and a baby. The main problem is not having our own house with an extra room for the baby when they get old enough for their own room. "We rent a 3 bed right now."
I'm not totally sure why I'm asking for advice here, I guess just wanna see ages and situations people have had a second kid.

Have we considered that one of the members of the circus might be a mom, or a dad? Maybe a grandpa?
Have we considered the theory that Kinger might be something along those lines?
Check out how Raghata treats Pomni. Notice anything?
Have we considered that in the real world, there's a son, a daughter, a granddaughter, a grandson waiting for any of the main cast to come back?
Probably yes.
This would make the show more depressing.

I know a lot of people have posted about it before, but something that REALLY strikes me, specifically because I have had to deal with it for years in my own family, is how they say she's like a "supermom" and they don't understand how she even has the time to sleep. My family are almost all diagnosed or should-be-diagnosed bipolars with heavy alcoholism. I'm not bipolar myself, but I talked to one of my cousins who is and she literally also described herself as feeling like she was a "supermom" and even told her son that "mommy has special superpowers where she doesn't need to sleep sometimes."
Today, she's doing a lot better and is medicated. But a lot of other members of my family who either have a diagnosis for bipolar and refuse to take medications or who just flat out refuse to see a professional at all cover it up with alcohol. I think the family all knows for sure but downplayed it a bunch because that's exactly what I see in my own family (except, as far as I know, nobody has ever had such severe consequences from it).
The most telling point came in that elevator scene where daniel and jay are obviously very tense in each other's presence and she goes out and smokes cigarettes that she's been keeping a secret from the family, which Jay isn't even the perfectionist that Diane supposedly was and she's working hard to cover her vices as well.
I believe everyone knew she drank. I'm sure even the children knew, just didn't understand the gravity. So taking hours to get back probably didn't set alarm bells, especially if, like a lot of people have hypothesized, her and Daniel had a big fight and he left early.
The big thing concerning the family is that when you are close to an alcoholic you're aware that there's different ways of being an alcoholic. What most likely happened was a binge drinking episode combined with smoking weed. People are saying maybe she never combined the two and didn't know the effects, but honestly I think it's possible that the weed and alcohol, combined with a manic state (which can also induce delusions and hallucinations by the way, especially if you have psychosis, totally possible in combination with bipolar).
The thing about bipolar psychosis is that, even if you're predisposed to it you may never actually go through it unless an extremely stressful event occurs (such as Daniel might have threatened divorce, destroying the image of perfection she's worked so hard to attain as well as leave her a single mom). Something like that could induce psychosis, possibly something she underwent for the very first time leading to a binge drinking episode and choosing to combine weed with the alcohol.
So, in a way, yes that isn't like her at all. They may have all been aware that she had bipolar qualities, but they may not have been educated enough to understand that something like psychosis could be triggered in someone with bipolar and possibly lead to such a tragic consequence. Daniel seems to be in denial, most likely because he did something that sent her off and he could've at least driven off with some kids but saddled them all with her (like that's a lot of kids all in one car, even for a minivan, when there's another adult!!)
There are so many crime shows and documentaries that I watch that I just think "wow, if they had been treated by a mental health professional this wouldn't even exist" and this is one of them.