Working mom and dad scholarship

I am a F, 22, I own my own business, my mom and my boyfriend work for me and we work together with my brother who also has a business in the same branch. I cannot even begin to explain the burnout that I feel. I recently had a falling out with the company that I worked with for over 2 years, and since I am currently getting a degree in this profession I kind of depend on the companies that I work for, because they have a person that lends me their license. And it has been hell since the beginning of the year. I can barely make ends meet, I work day and night and I barely eat but I cannot say no to anything my mother or my boyfriend need. I'm ready to drop thousands on things they wanna have, because if I am not mentally able to be there for them at least I can help them out financially, right? I feel like I'm digging my own grave, and I don't dare tell anyone. Everyone has looked at me as a failure my whole life, I have no boundaries, I let people walk all over me and I do not know how to stand up for myself. It is eating me from the inside out. I've always been a polite person and I would rather cut off my own arm than tell someone no. I am so gullible and trusting and I dig myself deeper and deeper each and every day and nobody has any idea. Everyone is telling me I'm too soft, but I am deathly scared to offend someone or to step on other people's shoes. I know it stems from my childhood, I feel like my life is falling apart, yet I do not know where to go to first, what to fix first, what to hold onto... I am so lost, but I fear the look in my mother's eyes, I fear the disapproval, the fear that she will have for both of us, I fear that anger, cause why are you so unable to be cut throat in a situation that requires you to be that way? I am not cut out for this, I wanna give her the world, I want her to have everything, I want her to have a beautiful home, I want her to enjoy her life. Instead she has to worry if we'll have anything to eat by the end of the month. I don't want her to have a daughter that is a failure, a daughter that let's others dictate who she is... I am ashamed of myself. I am scared, I am constantly shaking and I feel like I am at my wits end... I have no one to turn to, I don't want to burden anyone. I was a poor little baby long enough, please help me, tell me, how do I survive in this world? How do I make the people that I love happy?

I'm lucky enough to have a nice, relatively secluded backyard while living in the inner city of Indianapolis. I've been working more and more on tending this little plot of land intentionally, blessing it as sacred while accepting blessing in return.
I'm working on this little corner space near my garage currently. There are pollinator houses that are well filled with solitary bees, established Rue and two kinds of Peppermint, and two potted sedum in planters decorated with grapes and motifs connecting them to Bacchus. Those potted plants came from a friend whose dad had them in his yard before he died, and he also gave me a replica statue of the Pompeiian Dancing Satyr. The wall also has a Greenman plaque and a mirror that I etched with my laser to feature a stylized image of Cernunnos and Runes.
I've seeded a ton of native wildflowers in the open soil along with several plants to be used for dying fibefabric.
I'm so enjoying developing this space! Next I'll revisit the first altar I established in the yard, cleaning it up and giving it an update.
How are you engaging the land where you live?

My mom was telling me of a dream where she was Fighting shaytan, and my brother started laughing at me saying that i didn't even know suraa al fatiha and couldn't even defend myself from jinns💀💀💀. I can understand my mom that was raised in a muslim country and all believing in this , but my brother was born and riased in the west. When i see my family members pray i always feel as they think they are superior. They fortunately don't make me pray forcefully cuz my dad started praying not so long ago but damn. This living a double life (i have a gf) is making me always and always fear my future. One thing i know about my future is that i will always follow my ideas and beliefs and never will i change myself for the others. Hope y'all having a great day, sorry for the messy grammar and thanks for keeping this community alive and always keep going.

Anyone here got it before? If so, I wanted to ask few questions if you guys don’t mind. I know it seems easy or stupid for some people but i really worked hard for it for so many years and I just got it!
Just wanted to ask where can I see my name for the “dean’s list” and i still can’t see any scholarship added to my account, is that normal or i should do something?
Note: my TGPA was 8.83 in winter 2024 (this last semester)
Thank you guys!!!

I used to think that maybe my father didn't quite understand how crazy my mother was and that he was such a passionate man and had to keep his marriage vows to be faithful.
My breaking point was when my parents flew to my home state to spend a weekend with the kids at a nice hotel. My husband and myself weren't invited but we took to the idea because it gave us the chance at some much needed alone time together.
This was the first time I had seen her since the previous Christmas visit, in her home, and I had told her off for recording my dad choking while laughing in his and our faces about it. (She then made it a point to send me the video recording - twice).
We invited her over to celebrate her birthday one of the days she was in town. I ordered a custom made cake for her with her favorite flavors from our favorite local baker. I worked hard to make sure the house was looking it's best in between working full time and rasing two children. I picked fresh flowers from our garden and arranged them in a way I hoped that she would like.
It was a very cold feeling upon her arrival. Short answers and questions, small talk, but cold talk. At some point I mentioned that I had been feeling depressed (it was hard to shake what happened during the Christmas visit with them) and tried some meds that my dr Rx but I didn't tolerate them well, so stopped them.
At some point my mother got up from the table and went into my daughters room. She opened her closet door and it wasn't organized. She brought the outside garbage bin inside into her room and started to toss things out. At best I thought she was just trying to help. And at worse I thought she was just being crazy again. I asked my dad to have her stop because I didn't want the outside trash bin in my house. The trash bin was brought back outside with whatever she took upon herself to toss of ours.
We sang happy birthday to her, she stood there with folded arms. The kids ate the cake, she had none, and left without a goodbye; much less a thank you.
It wasn't until the next day that my husband went to look inside the trash bin and he discovered what she threw out was our keepsakes such as framed pictures of my daughters first ultrasound and our first family dog that passed away, school clothing, a game system, things that were not helpful or wanted to be thrown away.
Soon after they returned to their home state, I get an email from them that they think I need to be in a mental hospital. For some context, I am a successful licensed mental health social worker. If I needed inpatient hospitalization I'm sure I wouldn't be able to maintain my case load, obtain multiple performance based bonuses, and continuously score 100% on my quality audits. This suggestion was supposed to be a "dig" at me, but what it did was make me finally realize she's never going to change and I don't have to keep accepting her toxic abuse.
What I've come to realize is that my father does understand how fully crazy she is. She put him through multiple crazy scenarios - (accused him of cheating, got them kicked out of their neighborhood - just to name a few) He just chooses to side with that over keeping a relationship with his daughter or grandson (even though he insists on keeping one with his granddaughter)
I gave them the option to apologize and seek help prior to us engaging in a relationship further. They chose to take me off the will soon after and I haven't heard from her since.

This is my first reddit post, although I have been a long time lurker of many subreddits. I am 23 years old and an only child. I am not a native english speaker, so please forgive any weird formatting or any spelling/grammar mistakes.
As the title states, my mom died ... and I am currently writing this to try and process this whole situation. I've tried to section all the paragraphs in chronological order, to make reading easier. Sorry for the extremely long post - I just needed to get it all out.
We only just celebrated her 60th birthday back in february. She did all the cooking, cleaning and planning without any trouble - even down to picking out the perfect napkins and flowers for her white and gold theme.
My mother was without a job. She had been jobless for almost 2 years now, after she was fired from her old cleaning job due to frequent sick days because of stomach cramps and pain. She was seen by a doctor back in 2022 for her stomach aches, and they found no physical cause - hence why we concluded it must've been due to stress. The stress and stomach pains subsided after she'd been fired. So we thought no more of it.
In march she was doing a 4-week internship in a local supermarket to see if she might've been a good fit for a permanent paid position. This is common practice for unemployeed people here in Denmark.
My mother started having stomach pains again during this internship, soon followed by back pains as well. She figured this was due to her spending most of the day sitting as a cashier in an uncomfortable position. My mother wasn't very tall, so she had trouble reaching the floor pedals that control the cashier conveyer belt.
In the beginning of april, she went to the doctor. Her stomach and back pains hadn't gone away although the internship was over. Her doctor also concluded it was most likely due to her uncomfortable working position, and that it would pass in a few weeks time. The doctor did some bloodwork, and found that she was severely lacking vitamin D, but nothing else seemed concerning at the time.
In the middle of april, her pains had only gotten worse, and she went to the doctor again. Her doctor did more bloodwork, and did a phisycal exam of my mothers stomach. Her doctor ordered a CT scan to check for anything serious.
19th of april. I accompany my mother to the hospital for her CT scan. We get told that we'll have the results in a week or so. My mother is not looking good when I pick her up at the bus station. She is more pale than usual, and has trouble walking at her usual pace.
23th of april. My mother received a referral to a meeting at the hospital with a doctor and nurse, to discuss the results of the CT scan. This referral is sent from the hospitals cancer department. My mother and I speak on the phone, she is concerned, but I tell her that this type of referral must just be standard pratice, and that she shouldn't worry untill we have spoken with the doctor. I cried that night.
25th of april. The day before her meeting with the doctor, I received a phone call from my mother. She tells me that she had fallen while at home, but that I shouldn't worry. I, of course, worry.
I pack my things and leave for my mothers house, I live an hour away by bus. When I finally arrive my mother seems okay-ish, but the house is another story. My mother is normally known for being a clean freak, and her house has always been clean and organized, But it wasn't anymore.
Her kitchen was a mess, and the dishwasher hadn't been empited or loaded for at least two weeks. Her bathroom is even worse, and I won't even begin to describe the state of the toilet it self. It is a sight that will horrify me for the rest of my life. I cleaned everything, while my mother rested.
My mother had also started sleeping on the guest bed, saying her own was too uncomfortable for her.
While cleaning the bathroom, my mother wakes up. Despite her state, she says she wants to help. But before I can even tell her no, my mother has another fall. Her legs essentially just crumble beneath her, and she falls backwards and lands head first on the floor. We argue back and forth about calling an ambulance, but she refuses to let me - so I don't, even though I should have. I guess I still respected my moms authority too much.
My mother lives alone, as my parents are divorced (they are very good friends though). My mother refuses to let me call my dad and tell him about this whole situation. She is stubborn and too proud to admit defeat.
26th of april. We take a taxi to the hospital. The taxi driver has a help my mother into the car. During the carride my mother says very little, but seems slightly delirious and very tired. When we arrive at the hospital, I quickly borrow a hospital wheelchair for my mother. She is almost unable to walk unassisted at this point.
After waiting for a while in the waiting area, a nurse comes and guides us to a meeting room. My mother is very tired at this point, and still delirious, and I have to handle most of the conversation with the doctor.
The CT scan results showed Pancreatic cancer. The cancer had already spread to her liver and abdomial cavity.
I had read about this cancer a few days prior, trying to figure out what was wrong with my mother. I knew what this meant, and I knew that it was effectively a death sentence. The doctor told us that an operation was out of the question, since the cancer had already spread. And due to the clearly weak state of my mothers health, chemo would also not be offered, as it would finish her.
I told the doctor of her two falls and the state of her home, and that she would not be safe on her own. The doctor had her admitted to a nearby bed department for stomach- and gastrointestinal surgery patients.
The hospital did a ton of bloodwork on my mother when she got admitted, and everything was off. All numbers were either too high or dangerously low. My mothers health was in fact so bad, that I was told she was a heart attack risk. I was also told that if a heart attack happened, she would not be brought back - as it would only prolong a very short and painful life.
I called my dad.
27th of april. My mother slept most of the day.
28th of april. My mother had another fall during the night, trying to get to the bathroom.
29th of april. My dad shows up to the hospital. He wasn't able to get off work until now, as he works in the other end of the country. He is shocked to see my mother in this state. We are told once again by a different doctor that nothing can be done. They are looking into getting her a spot at a nearby hospice.
The rest of the remaining week is spent in hospital. My dad and I are by my mothers side every day. She doesn't leave her hospital room, apart from a few times a day for a smoke break outside. My dad and I take her outside in a wheelchair, which she needs help to get in and out of.
Her bloodwork is showing some slight improvements, but she is still having trouble with infections and receives a lot of antibiotics. She eats like a mouse, but drinks a lot of fluids.
My mother is often very confused or tired most days. She gets referred for an MR scan, to see if the cancer has spread to her brain, or if one of her falls has caused permanent damage. Lucikly the MR scan shows that nothing is wrong with her brain.
She gets confused about her diagnosis a few times, thinking that she had brain cancer instead due to the MR scan. I have to remind her a couple times about what the doctor actually said.
6th of may. My mother seems to have stabilized somewhat so my dad has gone back to work.
7th of may. I get told by the hospital staff that my mother is to be transferred to a different hospital, which is one hour away. I become very upset by this news, and unfortunately yell at one of my mothers nurses in frustration. I yell at her that It'll be harder for me to get to my mother in time if something were to happen. I am ashamed of this childish behavior, as the transfer was the best desicion for my mother in hindsight.
I leave with my mother as we get transferred to the new hospital and their department of palliative care.
I am very ashamed by my behavior to my mothers old nurse, as this department for palliative care was truly the best place for my mother. She seemed very satisfied and happy to have been transferred. They have a large garden with wild flowers, and lovely staff. And my mother got a much bigger room all to herself. She also meets with their physical therapist, who helps my mother relieve some of her pain.
My mother and I have dinner together in the evening in her hospital room. My mom is her old self, although with some delayed speaking. I unfortunately have to rush a bit when leaving, as to not miss my bus home, so I quickly say goodbye to her and leave.
8th of may. In the morning on my way to the new hospital, I received a phone call from her new doctor. My mothers liver has suddenly started to fail due to the cancer. When I arrive, she is asleep. I am told she wont wake up again.
I called my dad, but he wont arrive until the evening, due to the distance from his workplace.
I spend most of the day in my mothers hospital room, listening to her sleep. She occasionally attempts to cough in her sleep, but it mainly just sounds like yells. It is terrifying. The nurses give her pain medication and some sleep medication to help her body relax.
My dad arrives in the late evening. We drive to my mothers house and stay the night there. We spend most of the late evening looking at pictures and scrapbooks of my mother, and packing a bag with clothes for her, for when she passes.
When prepareing the guest bed for my dad, we find a blanket that my mother slept on. It is stained, matching the previous state of the bathroom. We throw the blanket out.
9th of may. Mom is sleeping. Dad and I spend the day at the hospital, but we don't sit in her hospital room. It is too eerie and uncomfortable. We check on her occassionally. Towards the evening, her breathing becomes slightly more rapid and quick. But the nurses tell us to go home. There is no reason for us to sit by her side during the night - as it'll only make it worse for us.
10th of may. I wake at 6.12 am to my phone ringing. It is a nurse. My mother has passed away in her sleep at 6.05 that morning due to liver failure. My dad and I drive to the hospital. I am the first to see her body after the nurses prepared and dressed it in the clothing we picked.
(warning: the following paragraph may be slightly upsetting to some readers)
It it eerie and uncomfortable to see my mother like this. A symptom of pancreatic and liver cancers is that your skin will yellow. Something that I hadn't noticed in my mother till now. I cant help but think that she looks like a wax doll, although I feel horrible for thinking it. I finally touch her hand, after gathering the courage to, almost like I am afraid to distrub her. Her hands are cold, and only get colder as I sit by her side. I am supposed to say my goodbyes to her, and tell her how much she means to me, but in this moment I am speechless. I can't say anything, even on my mothers deathbed. I feels wrong to speak to a corpse. I should've said those things while she could hear them instead. I kiss her forehead before I leave the room.
17th of may. Funeral. The church and casket was beautifully decorated with colorful flowers, like my mother had requested. She didn't want anything white or depressing. I cried all the way through the funeral service, stopping only when it was time to carry the casket out. My dad on the left side, and me on the right, and some other family members behind us. Purple rain by Prince was played on the church piano as we carried the casket. I knew the casket would be heavy, but nothing prepared me for the sheer weight of that thing.
21th of may. Today. I don't really know what to think of my mothers death. Some days I almost forget that shes gone or that all this has been happening, until something reminds me of it.
In a way, I am thankful. Of course I didn't want my mother to die, but I'm glad that her suffering wasn't prolonged for months while she slowly withered away to cancer. And I'm thankful that my mother didn't live to suffer from alzheimers, like her own mother. And I am glad that if anything, my mothers death has brought my dad and I closer.
But at the same time, I am angry that she didn't get to live more of her life. She was only 60 years old, and should have had 20 more years at least. If she at least was 70, it might've been easier to lose her but I doubt it.
I think mostly of all the things she will miss out on, which saddens me the most. I am 23 and my mother wont get to see most of my life or my achivements. If I have kids, she'll never meet them, and she I get married, she'll never see it. My 24th birthday is coming up soon, and I don't know how I'll handle that day without my mother for the first time - or christmas for that matter.
I want my mom.

My parents hired a company to come do their transfer panel hookup. This has been like this for 15 years and has been used multiple times. My dad passed away and we’re in Houston. We’ve been without power for days and my mom is on oxygen.
I was looking at replacing it with a whole home backup. Reading about things has lead me to understand that how mine hooks up is very wrong. I have a cord with 2 male ends and I don’t know what I’m supposed to do about this. I can’t unhook it. My mom needs the oxygen concentrator. Do I just plug everything in through extension cords?
Why did a company leave me like this? Why did they do something that can hurt a lineman? They came to fix our electricity last night and blew a transformer so badly that we have 2 more days without power when the rest of the neighborhood is online. Is this my fault?

Hi. So bit of background I started playing WoW about a month before TBC, Wrath has been my fave. I played consistently through till MOP and I took a break because having kids obsessed with Kung Fu Panda I just couldn't take the game as it was because all I heard was Po in it. Tried to get back in on and off and never really stuck till earlier this year with DF and jave loved playing so far. So when I heard about Remix and being MoP I was like ok I'll give it try, it's been several years.
So far I am loving it. I remade my BE Pally (my og TBC is just sitting bc I can't bring myself to delete it and she's a mess to play right now lol). The story so far has been great. I'm a quester at heart, dungeons and raids are cool for gear and story only but I don't need to grind them. However I do have a question, are the story writers ok...because between kicking a suicidal panda back to his town and a mom dying during childbirth of her twins...in the words of Penelope VanShweets "are you ok...do i need to get someone"....but seriously the story is great so far.
As someone who may have been a dragon in another life and likes to collect all the shinys I am super excited to be able to get my hands on mounts I've wanted (finally got my Astral dragon) and I'm collecting armor for my Palladin and Hunter, if I have enough bronze at the end I may work toward getting other armor sets for classes.
I've found myself collecting cache trunks and opening like 30 at once because I don't want to stop questing lol, and it's like a little dopamine Jumpstart to open a bunch at once. I am loving the tinkecog/meta/prismatic aspect of the armor though and would LOVE to see it integrated in some way into retail...I mean the bad guy thinks he's gonna kill me think again as I rain he'll fire and meators on you randomly buahahah. But seriously it gives a little small way to make your hero yours.
In all honesty I'm loving Remix, I'd love to see something like this eventually for all the different xp/eras of the game it gives a new aspect to it.
Just my two cents on it, agree or disagree but hope you all have fun and just enjoy the nuances of however you play.

Approximately 2 months ago my grandfather passed away here in North Carolina. He was living in Cabarrus County, but was in a rehab facility for heart issues in Mecklenburg County at the time of his death. My parents and I have spent the last couple of months getting his place that he was renting cleaned out, and the final thing to handle is his car. It’s an older Honda Civic, with an approximate value of $6,000. He has no other assets and no debts to his name. My parents were already handling most of his finances.
He has 2 daughters, so my mom and my aunt. My mom has been running point on all of his stuff and my aunt has defaulted to her to handle it. Unfortunately, he left no will and did not name an executor to his estate. My mom does have his death certificate. How do we go about getting the car transferred into my mom’s name so that she can sell it?
In some preliminary googling I’ve seen something mentioned about an “Affidavit for Collection of Personal Property”, would this be a solution and, if so, how does that work?
Any advice would be appreciated.

Converted this programmed in xlri, cant find much information on this online, but any idea on the turnover post study ? As its a recently opened program. 2 year program - one year at xlri jamshedpur for supply chain and logistics and one more year at rutgers business school.
Would it be worth it ? Total fees costing upto 70lakhs with scholarship.
my_qualifications: Almost 2 years work experience in business analytics, and pretty well paid currently.

Okay so, My mother took my step sister to shop for a Mother’s Day gift for her Bio mom and they had a really hard time. Step sister was dragging her feet with it and picked out one or two things.Her dad ( my step dad ) took her shopping for a gift for my mom and went wild! She picked up so many things like “ She’ll love this, and this, and this- “ my step Dad had to put stuff back because she was getting to much for my mom! He asked her why she was trying to get so much for my mom and she said “ Because (Insert my moms name here) is my Mom, and (Insert me and my brothers name here) are my siblings..!” And step dad said that She already had a mom, her bio Mom. She was like “No (My mom’s name) is my mom”. Omg- this made me so happy- I have always saw her as basically my sister, and when I talk about them I always just say , my sister and step dad. This made me want to cry because she sees us as her family and sees my Mom as her mother figure 😭.
Sorry for the long post but I’m just so happy !

I'm (15f) and I genuinely don't think I can handle being close to my parents anymore for the sake of my mental health. I can't even list the amount of times they have given me panic/anxiety attacks and caused me to have a mental breakdown.
My mom(37f)is not as bad as my dad(42m), but there are times when she just snaps and it's kind of like walking on egg shells. I wore sweatpants today at school because I kept wearing the same two pairs of jeans and sweatpants aren't against the dress code and my mom starts screaming at me about it. I understand her getting mad because being presentable is important, but the issue is her yelling constantly, that I genuinely can't stand it anymore. This sweatpants matter isn't even had, she's done stuff that's actually bad, but the main issue is that my mom doesn't know how to control her anger. I know that many of you think that she's in the right for yelling about the sweatpants and I understand, but she will yell about anything and will ignore my brother and I when we try to rationalize with her. Even when she's clearly in the erongx she refuses to listen. She also often "jokes" about me talking too much, but she's been doing it for years to the point it actually hurts my feelings.
My dad is way worse than my mom though. Even though my mom has some trouble controlling her anger and so, my dad is horrible at it. He will constantly switch from happy at one moment to angry at everybody else next, even my mom. He's cheated on my mom after she's cheated on him, but he still cheats. While I was eight, I heard him on a call with her and I thought he said he was gonna go somewhere with her, so I told my mom and she ended up telling my dad. He slapped my face hard to the point my face was stinging, then went on to yell at me and tell me to wipe my tears. He made me iron my clothes for school, then grabbed me by my shirt collar and started yelling at me again. But lo and behold, he left to go with his side chick for the night. That was the only time he physically hurt me, but he's definitely mentally abusive. He even used to be physically abusive towards my mom and ended up getting arrested for it for a day. I gave the cops a piece of info that was true that ended up leading to his arrest, and my mom said it was all my fault. She's apologized since then, but that will always stay with me. My mom and dad didn't see each other for awhile after that, but like always they forgave each other again, more like my mom forgave my dad again. He doesn't abuse her anymore, but there are so many situations I could list where he's horrible to everyone including me.
I can't take this family anymore, it's so incredibly toxic that this all seems like made up bs. Everytime they do something wrong, they do something nice afterwards and it makes me forgive them, (majority of the time my mom doesn't ask for forgiveness and my dad doesn't ask at all), but the bad stuff they do far outweighs the good stuff. Yet, I keep thinking that they're going to change and that they are just under stress. How do I somewhat distance myself from the both of them.

Hello!
So, My girlfriend and I have been discussing moving in together and everything seems to be a pretty seamless transition, except for my Cat.
First of all, she isn't exactly the biggest fan of cats in general. So she is very uneasy about this whole thing to begin with. We had originally talked about me moving in towards the end of the year last year, but we couldn't figure out a solution with my cat that would work for us both in time, so we pressed it to the end of this year. She is willing to try and make things work, but there are some things that I am needing to work on until then to ensure it goes as smoothly as possible when I finally do move in.
One of the absolute biggest issues on the agenda is that my cat loves to chew on plants. Like.. if there is a plant in the area, its as good as chomped. This is a massive issue, because my gf is a huge plant mom. She's got plants all over the house. BIG plants. Monsteras she has been tending to for years and years. Rare types of flowering plants. They are on every shelf, wall and window sill. Its a lot. So, I need to figure out how to turn my cat off to plants in a big way. I have seen some things online about placing things around the plants that might keep them away. That may help in some instances, but it doesn't seem like a permanent solution. Also, there are just so many plants, I don't really even know if we could or would want to be placing that much foil or double sided tape down. I've also read about spraying the plants. Either with a citrus mix, or a chilie/cayanne powder mix? This seems more doable. I am curious if this would need to be a forever thing? Or is it something that I could do just temporarily until he learns that certain plants = bad? I was thinking maybe we could spray down the important/reachable plants, and maybe even set up some plants that are cat friendly in another area of the house? that way he would learn to maybe just always eat only the good plants?
I would really like to figure out a permanent solution if there is one that exists. I know that while misting may work, its not something she will want to do long term/forever. If anyone has had any success in this area, I would love to hear about your tactics and solutions!

I (M36) am so grateful of the Eric Adams administration. Under his leadership small businesses are back open all across the city. As a health enthusiast, 2024 couldn’t be better for myself! It can get overwhelming but I love supporting small businesses, I buy from every Mango cart I see along my work route (12 cups)! If you are looking for something sweeter you are guaranteed to find some nice, like Churros or Chiclets from a Mom and Newborn along your subway commute.
Who’s your favorite Mango lady?

Im a young guy 21 years old looking for a country that would fit correctly based off of my ideal relationship views. I am not a typical passport bro who is looking for a more traditional relationship. Instead I’m looking for a relationship in which both the man and the woman can share gender roles. I grew up with a mom and dad who both worked, were both able to cook and clean and both supported the house and the kids. This is more of the relationship I am looking for rather than having the man adhere to his strict gender roles and the woman doing the same.
I really don’t care who pays the bill I could pay it, the woman can pay it or we could both split it. The same thing I’d be fine working while she also works and I’d also be fine with cleaning and cooking while she can also cook and clean etc.
What type of countries should I be looking at that share this sort of dynamic?

I say baby words or say normal words with a baby tone. sorry if this grosses you out lol
As for imaginations,
It can be very concrete and detailed. I do many imaginations and I enjoy them.
I imagine myself being a baby suddenly and doing all these cute things in front of mom.
Sometimes I imagine me being with my ex-girlfriend but somehow I'm now her puppy and taking a walk.
I tend to think it's because of my escapism. I tend to get stressed out more easily than others and I don't like hard work. (who does though)
Anyway, I just wondered if this would happen among other adults too.

So I (F27) and my husband (M32) have been together for a little over 5 years. In that 5 years I have worked with him and his dad about 3 times.
His dad fired me the first time I worked with them as "it just isn't working out". It wasn't working out because I didn't have anything to do and he was mad I just sat there even though I had done everything.
The second time I worked with them I quit. My husband became very difficult at work and home. He would also try to "relay" information to me that his dad told me. When I would ask questions, he would make up answers because his dad and his conversation didn't get that far. Example: he would tell me his dad wants me to look at food truck ideas. I would ask what kind of food truck is it that he wants, he would say hamburgers, I'd talk to his dad the next day and his dad would say he was only thinking about it and isn't ready to do research yet and that he does not want anything to with hamburgers.
This time I'm "working" with them and my job is basically to watch our 1 year old and keep track of job expenses. It's not a lot, but I manage. I was just informed that once my other children are out of school that I am not to come back because it is too hard for my husband and FIL to work due to them wanting to spend time with the baby.
It's not my fault that they can't prioritize. Not to mention they rarely do anything with the baby as they ARE working. My husband gets mad if I ask him for help or a diaper while he is in the office because he is "working". So now they are basically taking away my income to split between the both of them and have told me to stay home with the baby.
I have depression and a lot of it stems from being home consistently and feeling trapped. So we are losing $200 a week and the little adult interaction I get is going away too.
I am starting to wish I never had kids because I can't work or do anything because we can't afford daycare, the two older ones (they were kind of adopted) the dad rarely pays child support and their mom will never help with them as she's on drugs, the older ones also refuse to do basic chores, even when I'm working (full time/part time/any amount) the responsibility of the kids is solely on me, I have to constantly fight with my 3 kids dad because 2 of them are behind and he doesn't want to believe it, he's also trying to force me to home school them and I am no teach, and then the baby is 100% on me regardless of whether my husband is home. He wants to play his games or whatever. He refuses to get up with the baby in the morning and wants me to wake him uo for work and if I need help, but even when I do he WONT get up.
I'm at my wits end. I'm spiraling and holding on for dear life at this point. I'd never say this anywhere else. I hate I feel this way and just wish I could disappear. I'm burnt out.

Hi everyone,
I recently moved in with my boyfriend and took my cat with me (Lotje, a 15-year-old Siamese girl). I've always been her favorite person and she is like my baby, so I thought it would be a good idea to take her with me.
My boyfriend has two cats, Leo (m) and Yuki (f), who are both 7 years old, and a golden retriever, Zelda. Unfortunately, things haven't been going very smoothly, and I could really use some advice.
Here's a bit of Lotje's history:
We got her as a kitten when my parents were still together, and we had three other cats. This went pretty well; she was never aggressive or scared of the other cats. Then my parents got divorced, and Lotje moved in with my mom and her boyfriend, who had one other female cat, Nina.
At first, Lotje wasn't intimidated by Nina. Lotje is a very clingy cat; she loves people and can get jealous of other cats, so she would sometimes be a bit mean when Nina came close, especially when she was with a human. But then the roles got reversed, and Nina became more dominant. Lotje was always scared from that point on; she would always hide in corners or under the couch.
After a while, we decided that it would be better if Lotje moved in with my dad, as she would be the only cat there. I lived there, which we thought she would like, and she did. She slept in my bed every night and was always near me.
Now she's been here with the other cats for a little over a week, and it has been awful.
We put her in her own room for the first few days, which she got used to fairly quickly. She was exploring the room and wanted to be cuddled. So we tried introducing Leo to Lotje. We thought they would get along well since Leo is really sweet and not dominant at all. We put him in the room with her, and my boyfriend and I fed them at the same time. Leo didn't seem very interested in Lotje; he was focused on the food. But Lotje was scared immediately. She hid under the bed and started growling, which in turn scared Leo. He hid in a corner, and they just stared at each other. At one point, Lotje was eating again, so we thought it was going to be alright. We let Leo out of the room and tried again the next day.
This time, we put both Leo and Lotje in a different room. We gave them food again, but they both didn't really want it; they were still scared of each other.
Then we tried putting Yuki in the room with them. She wasn't scared at all; she just started eating.
Now we're a few days further, and we have kept the door to Lotje's room open so she could explore. She discovered our bedroom rather quickly and slept there with me the first night she could.
She doesn't really come downstairs because Zelda is there, and she is a bit too enthusiastic. But she seems to have claimed the upstairs floor. Yuki and Leo are too scared to go there, and a few days ago Lotje attacked Leo out of the blue. He wasn't doing anything. And yesterday she did it again. We had put them both on the bed; Lotje was on my lap, and my boyfriend was petting Leo, and then she just lunged at him and tried clawing him. He was so scared, but she seemed fine. She wasn't scared or stressed at all. It seemed like she just wanted the bed for herself.
Is there a way we can fix this? Or will they get along eventually? I really don't want Lotje to be so territorial over the upstairs. Leo used to sleep with us, but now he is too frightened to even come upstairs. And Yuki avoids it too. I never expected Lotje to be this aggressive. What can we do to try and make her stop?

I cut my family off in February so it's been 3months. My brother and I are pretty close. He and my parents knows me the most and is the only one that knows what I have been through (abuse from my dad and sexual abuse from childhood bestfriend). The reason why I cut my family off is because they have been supporting my rapist and his family. For instance my mother told me that my brother went to help my rapists brother. Helped him with housing and supported him. The rapist brother let's call him T. T knew his brother was hurting me and knew what his brother was like. When I went to tell mt family about the abuse. He obviously sided with his brother and acted like he just knew about the situation as well as his dad. My rapist dad would try and calm him down before he knew he was going to take me away to hurt me. Anyway.
I'm angry that my brother worked with the community to support my rapists and his family. Am I been selfish for been mad at my brother for supporting my rapist and his family. I forgot to mention. He let the charges go and called it a cultural thing. Cause my rapist dad begged him to not process the charge due to his mental health. So the one person I went to that had the power to arrest my rapist let it go. And I only found out now. So this whole time I thought I got closure. And now everything is coming undone mentally and emotionally for me. I feel so betrayed and hurt by my own family for lying to me for all these years. Only to find out there still supporting my rapist and his family. I feel so sick and dirty. Am I being unreasonable for going in no contact with my family?
I just also miss my brother.. I miss telling him that I have work now and about to graduate uni soon and all the things I normally tell him.. but the pain out ways the breaking no contact. What do I do?
Sorry for the long post

Today my HSC result was declared and I scored only 62% . My parents are very disappointed with my result my mom is out of town now she didn't even called me and my dad just came home and asked my sister to bring one dairy milk for me . Why? I didn't even met there expectations my dad had high hopes from me cause I was not that bad in studies till 11th I was above average (not topper)they had trust that I would get admission in good engineering college my dad thought I could also get nit but I failed jee still they trust me that I would get in sardar patel or dj sanghvi n all (top 5 colleges in Mumbai ) through mht cet and were hoping my bitsat would also go good but no I am not even qualified for bistat now my last hope is IAT and I hope I scored well in mhtcet and met phase 2 but right now I am feeling very shattered and depressed I am not in place to accept that dairy milk from my parents. But I think I should focus on IAT and give full force for that. Just hoping for the best .

i have a 3 year old and an 8 month old and i love these boys and their mom more than anything on earth. however, i have this pit in my stomach any time i leave them for work, and when i clock out, it feels like a race to get home to make each day meaningful for them.
i probably have some undiagnosed anxiety, but what advice do you all have for someone who feels the need to make every single moment meaningful for his kids, but wants to feel free of the pressure u put on myself?