Mom and son porn stories

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"Sean, let me start with you. It is not that I don't like ya, on the contrary. But I had to start with one of yall...
You were always too much talkative, I told ya many times. Ya talked more than being aware to your surroudin'. And in the end, it got the best of ya, though ya died facin' family. \sigh** I'm sick, Irish boah. Caught some bad stuff doin' some bad stuff. Before we came for ya... Ah ah, what a party. I saw ya drunked like I never saw anybody drunk ever before.
I could use yar sharp tounge today, brightenin' up ma day. Ain't easy ya know, seein' all ma world crumble aroun' me. But ya're not here to listen me talking shit. Here, have some of the finest booth from that country of yours.
\open the bottle and take a few sips, and cough a few times, and empties the bottle on the grave**
Take the rest for ya, Irish boah. I'll catch ya later..."
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"Kieran, pal. Our start ain't a piece o' cake, ain't it ? We had rough beginning. Ya... Did'n had to save me, back then. I still tryin' to figure why ya did it. But it was great havin' ya aroun'. I know we could have ride to Hell an' back together.
Ya know... \cough** It's weird for me to complain' seein' I'm alive and ya don't, I ain't have for much longer though. 't was great havin' ya aroun'. Listen to me, repeating myself like an old crazy man.
\throw a bullet on Kieran grave**
For ya, whatever ya are. Use it if ya need it, I wish I coulda done better to protect your life."
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"Oooooh Lenny boah... Leonard... You had to be reckless, ain't ya ? Shoulda been me, ya shoulda not look for me... \sad laugh** in the end what had the best of ya was what ya always did, lookin' up to me. I witness that ya tried to take me as a role model. Always told ya tha I wasn't one. Ya shoulda left, much, much sooner.
I know you'd have made a fine voice worker. Ya always had somethin' for poetry, for the use of word. I ain't good with word, pardon me. It was that thing I always look up to ya. Like ma silly little brother.
\rises the head, watching the stars**
Ya do remember of that night, yeah ? We had such a good time, and I'd wanted to do it again. Yar first time drinkin' like a man. We got our ass kicked by that Sheriff... Malloy ? Ah ah... I think I threw up on ma boots that day. I wish it coulda never end...
\opens up a bottle of relatively low quality alcohol, alternating sipping and pourring some on the grave**
Here, let us drink together one last time, like old times. I know ya liked it down bellow. Full o' hope, o' dreams. But at least ya're with friend and familly, I bet ya got a lot to say to each other...
I miss ya. Love ya, Leonard boah. See ya soon.
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"And ya, Hosea. My friend. My brotha. My family. It is ya, the one I shoulda call Dad.
It ain't the same since ya left us, Hosea. We managed to hide in that aweful Island close to the Carribean. I thought Dutch had us in mind. Got taken in some blood feud. It ain't easy. I get sick, Hosea, but I sure know ya knew. You had the clarity of mind and the wisdom that held us together as a family. Ya were the reason that Dutch never truly had. All that over a few bucks so the boahs and the girls could eat.
Could use some of that reason now, ya know ? I'm lost, Hosea. I started to doubt our path since we came back from that tropical hell. Dutch is becomin' reckless. He killed old Leviticus Cornwall. He promised me he wasn't goin' to. And he listen to that Micah snake too much for his own good, let alone ours. I t'ink he misses ya, Hosea. In his own, twisted, fool ways, I t'ink he misses ya.
He has a Plan. A train. We blew up a bridge with John. He confesses me he loved Abigail. That foold, t'inkin' we can't see... He also confesses me that he was thinkin' the same way, about Dutch.. As Mrs Adler. And Charles. Dutch tried to use some natives, we robbed the army, Hosea. Uncle Sam. So Charles left with what remained o' that tribe. The Chief, Falling-Rain, lost his son. I know Charles will lead 'em to a safer, better place.
Tomorrow, we go raid that Army train. It got money in, to repair that bridge we blew up. And then, maybe Dutch will see it a bit clearer. He speak of Thaiti, a lot.
\cough, a lot. Blood droplets scatter over the hand**
Aaaaarh... \muffled voice** I don't have much time left. I'm tryin' to help them all the best I can. Abigail, Jack, John. I want to giv'em a better life, Hosea. I'd die for 'em, if I had to.
Take care of young Lenny there. And please, don't wait too long for me. I have to gamble one last act of love before I can rest.
Thank you, for everythin', Hosea. Rest well."
So, in case it was not clear, I reached "the end game". My next mission is "Our Best Selves" and I did absolutely all secondary quests I could on chapter 6. It's 1h31 AM for me atm. I work tomorrow but I have to finish that game first.
I know i'm not ready for it. I did not really liked the whole game, some mechanics are goofy and story is not something I can... act upon. I'm just sharing that ride with Arthur Morgan. And now, we ride together, for the last time.
Wish me luck, boahs... Wish me luck.

this happened like an hour ago so im pretty shaken up. I was skating the backroads near my house which is pretty much a big hill, so the beginning of the road is a hill and the rest of it is just downwards, but not crazy steep, but enough for me to go like 30 mph. The end of the road is also a hill but from the way I skate once I reach the end of the road I can stop my momentum by going up the hill. Also surrounding the road is basically just woods so there aren't many houses or anything.
that gives a little bit of context to what I was skating, so basically im skating this hill and im about half way through the hill bomb (the hill bomb lasts like 4 minutes its literally the dream hill for hill bombing). At this point im not going crazy fast and im on a straightaway so I can see the cars infront of me. Suddenly I see this dude on a motorcycle and I didn't think anything of it until I realized he was literally just switched sides on the road and started driving directly towards me. I had like 5 seconds to react to this and instincts took over because I realized this psycho was about to hit me so I jump off my board and thank god I was wearing kneepads today, so I was able to stop my fall my sliding on my knees. The guy on the motorcycle ran over my board and literally fell off his bike. thankfully I didn't get hurt at all the knee pads literally absorbed the entire fall. After I fell I got up and I ran across the street to get my skateboard and I shouted "what the fuck" because I was trying to figure out what this asshole on the motorcycle was doing, but before I even had time to do anything the guy got up and picked his motorcycle up and sped off. I called my mom because I didn't really know what to do (im 17). I know now I should of immediately called the cops, but I just didn't think to because I wasn't hurt and the motorcyclist was gone. My mom was understandably concerned as a frantically explained what just happened and she asked if I got a pic of the license plate (I didn't, legit had no time to) and she told me that there wasn't much I could do without the license plate. I realistically should of called 911 and explained what happened, but the guy was just a normal motorcyclist (black motorcycle, black helmet, and a jacket which was black.) I doubt the police woulda been able to find him and I honestly don't know what the fuck he was trying to do. I want to believe he was trying to scare me by driving really close to me but the guy was literally less then a few seconds away from directly hitting me so I have no idea. I don't do tricks I literally just cruise and bomb hills so I didn't think a snapped board would be a problem for me, but I didn't account for murderous motorcyclists
im not even mad at the guy because I came out of the situation fine and he 100% fucked up his bike and his repairs are gonna cost him way more than my skateboard. honestly im just sad my board is ruined I don't have any money to fix it. I never thought that something like this would of happened to me because its honestly absurd that somebody would try to hit me (or go to such a drastic level to scare me), but I guess shit happens atleast its a good story that I can tell :/

I have a "team" of people who support and manage my cheerful, good-natured, late stage 5 mom from the time she wakes up till she lays down for the night with her TV timer and the news on. My team is

• Fit older gentleman who lives in her basement apartment on a "senior home share" where he trades rent and utilities for support and companionship. He's been there 2 years and is now part of the family. He listens for her blinds to come up in the mornings then happens to knock on her back door each morning to end up administering her meds, breakfast, morning coffee, classical music session and general companionship. They are good friends.
• Outside female caregiver who comes "late morning" for 3 hours, takes a 2.5 hour break to walk her dog, and then returns "late afternoon" to organize and serve dinner & evening meds & helps my mom wrap up her day. She stands by for my mom's baths and pushes drinking lots of water (to avoid UTI's). When she first started I told her she didn't need to pledge in blood that she'd be there at a specific time each day as long as the routine was the same.
• My young adult sons who are 20 and 22 and not spooked by the changes in their grandmother. On weekends they are both able to show up about 5 and hang out with her and coax her to get ready for bed, take her pills, eat a dinner that I send with them--they even remember and know how to get her hair net on her... it is very endearing and she loves it.
• Myself - I watch cameras in my mom's room and main sitting room pretty constantly when she's alone. I go to my mom's and do a girls' night of walk, dinner, TV on her bed a couple of times a week. I clean her house while there (or wipe down high traffic areas) and I pay all of her bills and manage her many rental properties that she owns (along with her health care, finances, personal care appointments) from my home in her neighborhood. I talk to her 3 to 8 times each day. I am her person.

I am weary from texting everyone separately and relaying all the nuances of what the last person handled. A group text (where we all commit to trying to be super cryptic and brief) works with my own family, but I'm trying to find a group, "care-circle" type app that wouldn't be constantly chiming with what we're up to on the weekends for her weekday female caregiver, for instance. The gentleman who lives in her basement is lovely and devoted to her, but he scoots out of the way when he hears the female caregiver arrive because (I think) he doesn't want to get swept in to lady-talk, etc. I don't want to subject him to the lengthy texts that the female carer and I shoot back and forth. Yet I want him to know what the weekday caregiver's basic movements are because he's quite willing to listen for my mom and even hang out with her when the female carer leaves for her break, but she doesn't think to let him know when that's happened.
TLDR: I either need to know ground rules for a group text among about 5-6 different people in my mom's "care circle" or I need to find an actual SIMPLE/BASIC app designed for care coordination among a group. Any specific success stories from someone with a proven system? One of my main objectives is to keep messages brief and to not have phones chiming 24/7 for the people involved.
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So for context and a little back story I am 26m my younger sister is 22f (bekks for reference), we haven't always had a great relationship she's diagnosed bipolar disorder with few other things been in and out of mental wards. She had a kid about a year and a half ago as well as me our kids are 21 days apart. I had to move back home due to some relationship issues and bekks was here already due to her own relationship issues and the fact our bio dad no longer wanted to foot her bills anymore. In our mom's house, while my son was eating solid food already, bekks was giving her daughter baby snacks and milk which caused some major digestive issues for her daughter. Our mom being the saint she is was trying to teach her how to get her daughter onto solids and sippy cups however bekks never listened. She ignored her daughter, left her for our mom to take care of, even let her daughter fall down the stairs 3 separate times because as bekks said herself she thought her daughter knew better. Her daughter was only like 9m-11m old. Eventually she gave her daughter to our mom stating she never wanted to be a mom anyway and left. The last time she had seen her daughter was back in February of this year. Her daughter has majorly struggled with mommy issues every time our mom leaves the room she screams and cries for momma. Bekks has had every chance to see her daughter, our mom hosts family dinner night every Sunday.
A few days ago bekks tried messaging my mom saying she wanted to keep her daughter for a few days or something along those lines. Our mother refused because she has not been around for her daughter, has not financially provided for her daughter, and every time her daughter goes with her she comes back in full tantrum mode and relives her mom abandoning her again basically (if she was around more she wouldn't be like this but she hadn't bothered). Now she is calling the cops lying and saying our mom stole her daughter and now today has tried to call the cops and say that I had SA her daughter back in February when bekks last saw her and saying she found SA evidence on her back then. The detective looked into her file of course and she has a history of falsely accusing SA. I'm thankfully not getting my life turned upside down because of the overwhelming evidence that she is lying however I'm getting tired of her trying to do this to me. She has tried accusing SA against me on her before in the past which had been crazy even got my youngest sister to do it.
My mom tells me not to worry about it but I've wanted to go on fb and just blast her with all the evidence and false accusations to friends and family publicly but I have chosen to vent like this instead. I apologize that its lengthy and if you read all this i thank you for your time. Legally speaking our mother has been handling it so far they haven't needed me. Our mom has also told me not to worry that karma will get her and that karma is momma so I'm sure our mom is fed up with her bs now

Its Bocing time yo. I've thought for a long time that Boc is in some way related to the marika radagon story- he shares a love of sewing like radagon, he talks expressly about his mother, and lets be honest the main (bad) mother figure in the game is Marika/Radagon. Finally Melina even spares Boc of all people a little dialogue. I think Boc's story is an allusion to the core metaphysics of the gods. Its not that he is literally Marika's son, its that his/his mother's experience may parallel hers.
In light of Marika(?) pulling some golden thread out of somewhere, lets pull some Boc quotes out and think about how they may be describing the true heart of the story
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I was pushed out of the cave. Told not to come back, not ever. Then I ended up as a tree. Lucky you came along, really.
Well urm ive recently seen a lot of corpses that ended up as a tree, and in a sense Marika ended up as a tree only to be 'saved' by us.
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'My mum was a seamstress...and that sewing kit was all I had to remember her by. I always wanted to be just like sweet old Mum. Then, I suppose I-I can't just curl up and die, can I?"'
Huh i know a mothefather who appears to be playing with thread...
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I'll be the golden seamster, Boc! Now I'll be able to sew anything, even the threads of the demigods!"
When you say you can sew anything boc, does that include conjoining all of reality? Because i think your mother figure might have been in the business of literally sewing reality together.
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"Oh! Oh! It can't be... For my rebirth? But these are precious, are you certain that it's for me? Oh... M'lord how did you know? It was my only wish, that I might honour you with a decent appearance."
Did your mother change appearance at all Boc? Did she change from something ugly to a beautiful queen? Was she reborn like the description on the https://eldenring.wiki.fextralife.com/Shield+of+the+Guilty
I expect Boc's dialogue to start making a lot more sense when we see what happened to Marika in the land of shadows.

I’m a stay at home mom of two baby boys. Married 3 years & dated 6 months prior to marriage & got pregnant a couple of months before getting married.
I’m going to get shit for all my bad decision-making here.
I prayed (out loud) for a man that would meet all this criteria and one month later met my husband. He met all the criteria of my prayer so no matter what bad things happened, I thought God had this purposed for me. I mean like a checklist of 10-20 items all checked off. I was vedy devout in my faith. But, now looking back I feel like maybe it wasn’t God who answered my prayer. Maybe this was like a time in the book of Job where God let Satan attack Job and take everything away from him. I don’t know. Oddly enough, the man that became my husband said he prayed for this, too, one month prior.
He love-bombed me. He devalued me. Later, he threatened to leave me (but never has). While we were dating, when I was pregnant, when we were engaged. He called escorts behind my back. I find out he had sexual relations with a woman in his apartment complex one week before we started dating - he told me three years into our marriage. Before we dated, he also had a two year affair with a married woman (whose husband to this day has no idea about it.) He was meeting her and texting her behind my back 2 weeks into us being officially dating exclusively. I find out because he got arrested and I went to pick up his things on his person at the jail. I guess his passcode in one try and there I see the truth. He lied about this woman - he said she was a best friend with no I love yous and no sexual relations. He even asked me if it was okay to be friends with her and I asked him those two questions. He lied and the proof was right there. We were fairly new so I didn’t read too many texts. I spent one hour on his phone at most and handling a panic attack in between.
I read where he texted escorts, too, and read two other relationships he had while seeing this married woman. My mind was blown. I was done. I screenshoted some evidence for my personal keepsake. I texted the married woman because their I love you was so recent. I told her what happened and said to go get him out of jail because I was done. She blew up my phone with texts. She wanted to know who I was and she wanted to share all the creepy details about this man. She claimed they only had sex twice and it was rape - bullshit. She also said a lot of other things like she knew when he bought me a coffee and knew when he went to the city to meet his friends. She said he said that they could still have sex while he was seeing me. He denied it and said it was the other way around.
When he got out of jail, he contacted me and sent me a video. She texted me to show me he sent her a video, too. Same shirt, same scenery and all filmed back after back. He told her how much he cared about her but he was letting her go. He came to meet me because I took his dog to care after her while he was in jail. He talked me into giving him one more chance. I moved into his apartment to get away from a situation at home. I fell for him hard and believed I was in love. We texted and talked all the time and when we were able, we were together. I went on a trip for a week withoht him to California. I got back and the sheets were washed. He said he did that for me so I can come home to clean sheets. Later over the course of our relationship I noticed he never much stepped up to do the laundry. A lot of chores started falling on me. Before even being married he expected me to coean his whole apartment which seemed to have never been touched once with any cleaning.
We were fighting a lot and I saw some of his anger but I thought he was just frustrated with things he was dealing with in his life. He got sort of pushy with me having intercourse with him at times I told him I didn’t want to because I wanted to wait. That made him angry. I find out that he had been FaceTiming escorts from the first weeks we started dating and found at least one call every month up to the week we were suppose to get married. I was shocked! I had no idea and I couldn’t believe it. We had intercourse so much that he wouldn’t need that so I thought. He said it was like porn to him and he had that habit from before he met me. Keep in mind, I’m religious so I was abstinent most of my life and these red flags weren’t so obvious to me. I thought most men were dogs like this. The biggest factor that blew my mind (of which he explained away) was that these escorts weren’t typical - they were transgender women and some still had their boy parts. After talking with someone who I thought was like a mom to me(I find oht later she wasn’t for me), I went through with the wedding, and besides, I was having his baby.
We moved states. I noticed a lot of verbal abuse starting from typically the night time as we shared a bed. He would cuss at me a lot and get so angry. It was almost every night. I was surprised - thinking who is this guy. He made me cry a lot. It was so stupid, I got screamed at just for rolling over in my sleep. He explained this away later after the problem got better. I began feeling like I made a mistake in marrying him. I was so scared at the same time because this was my first pregnancy. I feared so much about the “what ifs” and what world this baby was coming into.
The abuse got worse. It got physcial from time-to-time. He says I was abusive back but I feel like it was reactive abuse because it became too much for me. I would hit him back. It ate at my mind every day and I had all these hormones because I was going to have a baby soon. When pregnant, he has pushed me, held me down, jumped on me with his hands around my neck. He said things that were horrible like he would walk away from this son like he did his first son (he had a son from an earlier relationship which he had nothing to do with). Fear overcame me and some days I thought ending my life was the only way to escape my life and prevent a nightmare for my son. (These feelings relented later in time.)
One time he held up furniture above his head and he was ready to throw it at my head - I believe this was right after our son was born. We argued a lot because my mistrust in him because what I mentioned I discovered earlier. I wanted him to assure me he was trustworthy so sometimes I asked for his phone. Doing that resulted many times in violence and rage. When he had that furniture held up, I felt like he was going to end me right then and there. He stopped himself and I asked him why. He said because he saw the fear in my eyes.
We fought and made up A LOT. That was our relationship and me asking him where he has been or was he with someone. It was terrible for both of us. I discover later that he lied about a lot of things. I didn’t even know he didn’t have a drivers license until about 1-2 years into our marriage. I didn’t know the pictures of his boy parts I found once while dating were to the escorts. I asked him approximately a thousand times. He doesn’t just lie - he tells a story with details and the whole thing is a lie.
I use to check his phone and browser history because it was never ending place of discovery. I never got confessions out of him but I did get evidence that he thought he hid. He must have gotten better at hiding things because I would find less and less. I got to a point where I don’t check anymore - I know and it’s a damn headache to live like that. All the time he did these things, he swore his love for me. He said I was everything.
I discovered again a lie the first time he went to Miami last year (his first time away from me.) He took advantage and called at least ten eacorts and almost met up with one (or did. I don’t know. There’s no money spent but he lied and said the last escort called was his co-worker. I may never know what happened but his coworkers got weird around me after that trip. They won’t look me in the eye.) I didn’t know all this until December last year where I asked him for his T-Mobile password. He didn’t think I would find this when giving me the password.
I saw a text after that trip and found out he lied. He was awake at 2:00PM after he told me he went to bed on the phone. He told me how he missed me SOOO much. He said he tried putting his arm around me in bed to realize I was not there. We FOUGHT over the phone. He didn’t want me to see the rest of the texts between him and his coworker. He left bruises on my arms pushing and shoving me with all his strength. He overpowered me and I never saw the messages. He said he was hiding the fact ge did cocaine. I lost control because I pulled a knife out at him. Not to hurt him but to intimidate him. (I never lost it like this again -he ALWAYS uses this against me to say I’m the abusive one.)
December he admitted the elaborate cocaine story he gave me was a LIE. He said he did do cocaine but not how he told me. The real thing he was hiding was the escorts. At that time, I find out he kissed a coworker (maybe more but nobody will tell me anything.) Another girl told me he was always flirting with new hires. After I find this out from these girls, he put two holes in the walls and broke the doors at the apartment that was in my name. He also bought me $200 roses and a new marriage ring fo Christmas along with other nice gifts. He even goes to therapy to get better at his lying problem (which he only did for about 3 sessions.) He swore this was the last time I would EVER have this happen to me. He swore he loved me and our family. My second baby was born February after ALL of that.
November, my mom died and left me money. I find all that out after I put money on a house for us - Our first house. I made sure we were good. I made sure my baby had everything he could need. I didn’t even buy myself a new car (backstory I lost my good credit, my 2020 car and had one eviction in this marriage. I was almost $30,000 in debt after all of that. My husband made his bad credit good and how we got the house, too. He still has his car and no evictions on his name. We paid over $5,000 for his traffic tickets and court fees plus his debts.)
I could have left then but I was vulnerable because I was having another baby in two months.I feared all the time because I couldn’t get a job or keep one being pregnant and I worried about having one after because I wouldn’t make enough with him and me working would put us at a negative income. I tried building this website but I have yet to get sales. I knew I needed to get out but one last things I feared was breaking up my marriage. I thought he could get better for all his problems.
His anger reared its head again this past month. I found a book titled “Why did he do that.” My husband fits a lot of those examples of abusers. The book said the nice guy is the mask.
This time when he got angry, he said it was my fault he cheated on me. He said it’s a woman’s fault if a man cheats. He said that women need to keep a man happy. He said he had depression caused by me which he never mentioned before. He always said I made him happier than he ever has been in his life. I didn’t know about the cheating just like I didn’t know about the cause. He endlessly lied to me.
I went to his work and asked his boss about the girl he kissed. He is still lying. He said he told his boss what happened. His boss said they both said nothing when they came in for questioning. My husband got the word out and it turned into drama when those girls texted me.
My husband is two people. Dr. Jekell and Mr. Hyde. I just learned recently he has been reading my journals on my phone and texts between my sister. He read my reddit posts. He lied about this and kept it to himself. I feel like he may have planned trapping me in my marriage so I would have nothing. I feel like he is stalking me, too. I have 30K left locked up in a CD - he wants that when its available to pay off the credit cards in his name. We both spend on those cards for food and needs. I want to keep it as my nest just in case. He scares me sometimes. I feel like he may charm a judge when we fight for custody if I leave. I’m scared he will bring up the knife incident and the baker act (I was bakeracted last year when 5 months pregnant- he said he would cut me off financially and have me and our unborn baby fend for ourselves. I panicked and he was being a monster. I said he was hurting me and he said he didn’t care.) I told a cop I wanted to hurt myself but I wasn’t suicidal - I just feared my husband and wanted to get away from him. It was impulsive and I regretted saying it immediately. He was messing with my mind - he fake called the cops. Never dialed but acted out a conversation. I called right after.
I fear him. He is looking like a pscychopath to me or narcist - he pal ed his whole marriage and family around abuse and lies. He admitted to lying to keep me from leaving him on a few occassions. He would act like a little innocent and hurt boy. I could never see the abuser when he switched.
Would you be scared, too? I feel like no matter what I will never be free from him. My husband has once told me nobody will believe me. Everyone thinks I’m crazy - he said this right after convincing the cops that. (Time where he bent the truth to make it funny - the cops were sold.)

Okay so my son is 5 months old and I’m just reflecting on my post partum depression. Do any moms possibly relate? New and previous survivors of ppd?
It’s not easy I’m crying and screaming All I hear is the constant need The constant cry that needs to be answered No one is helping I’m alone All day and all night, I constantly have to care for you My identity is no longer there I’m constantly craving to be okay and not in an eternal mess Medication doesn’t help the constant angst and fire that’s within The blood coming from my wrists drenching my soul seems to take control The desire for you to not need anything For me to be just okay and to be alright with who I am I don’t know who I am anymore All I know is your cries The constant call for need Where’s me being taken care of I’m alone I’m working, I do all the chores and I care for you It’s overwhelming There is no individuality No identity just the constant choke of responsibility To fit into to society and be a good mother I love you but I’m dying My soul is no longer alive, nothing invigorates me The idea of trips seem fun but the answer is we don’t have the money The idea of doing things is fun but there’s always something saying that you can’t When will it be my turn to be okay and to not want to end it all Feel the darkness fully envelope my soul and just be able to breathe My hardest days seem to always be your hardest days We go from being okay to you crying and screaming at me for hours We try everything to take care of you but all that we hear is you cry There’s no laughter on these days but anxiety and stress I’m so ready to end it all, to just stop hearing and to finally rest Post partum the silent destroyer The anger The fear There is no rest for the mother but the father just sits there and watches you crumble There is no help No rescue just drowning

Chapter 1: The Journey from Ireland

In the early 1980s, the McAllister family immigrated from Ireland to the United States, hoping for a fresh start. Maeve McAllister, the eldest daughter, had always felt out of place in her homeland. Born with autism, Maeve often found herself isolated and misunderstood. While other children played together, she preferred the solitude of her backyard, where she could immerse herself in her imagination. The neighborhood children, however, were less understanding, frequently mocking her for her differences.
Maeve's parents, Patrick and Moira, believed that America would offer their daughter a better chance at acceptance and a fulfilling life. They settled in Rochester, New York, where Patrick found work as a construction worker, and Moira took up sewing. Maeve, in her early twenties, secured a position as a caretaker at the historic Warner Castle, a stone mansion with sprawling gardens and a mysterious past.

Chapter 2: A New Beginning

Warner Castle was a gothic marvel, its stone walls and towering spires standing as a testament to a bygone era. Maeve found solace in her work, tending to the gardens and maintaining the old building. The castle's tranquility was a stark contrast to her turbulent childhood, and she began to feel a sense of belonging she had never known before.
Despite the comfort of her new surroundings, Maeve couldn't shake the feeling of unease that sometimes crept into her thoughts. She had heard whispers about a new phenomenon spreading through Rochester: the super mutant X gene called The Catalyst. It was said to grant extraordinary abilities to those it affected, but its true nature remained shrouded in mystery.

Chapter 3: A Night of Tragedy

One stormy night, as Maeve's parents drove through the rain-soaked streets of Rochester, tragedy struck. Their car collided with a tractor-trailer, flipping over and crashing onto the roadside. Patrick and Moira did not survive the accident, leaving Maeve alone in a foreign land, with only the castle as her refuge.
Devastated by the loss of her parents, Maeve poured herself into her work, finding solace in the routine. One evening, while cleaning the castle's dusty attic, she discovered an old, ornate chest. Intrigued by its intricate carvings and the aura of mystery it exuded, Maeve carefully opened the chest.

Chapter 4: The Catalyst Awakens

As Maeve lifted the lid, a brilliant light burst forth, enveloping her in its radiance. Unbeknownst to her, this chest had been infused with The Catalyst. The light merged with Maeve, transforming her body and mind. She felt an intense surge of energy, and when the light faded, she found herself fused with the chest, able to transform into a mimic at will.
Realizing her newfound abilities, Maeve adopted the name "Mymik." She could now seamlessly blend into her surroundings, taking on the appearance of inanimate objects or even other people. Her favorite form was that of her chest, which she could carry on her back as a backpack, allowing her to switch between her human and mimic forms effortlessly.

Chapter 5: The New Arrival

Years passed, and the castle changed hands. The new owners, the Thompsons, moved in with their young son, Ethan. Ethan Thompson, a curious and adventurous boy, loved to explore the castle's nooks and crannies. One day, while rummaging through the attic, he stumbled upon the chest that Maeve had once discovered.
As Ethan approached the chest, it sprang open, and Mymik emerged, startling the young boy. Despite his initial shock, Ethan quickly realized that Mymik was not a threat. Fascinated by her abilities and her story, Ethan became her confidant and friend.

Chapter 6: A New Purpose

With Ethan's encouragement, Mymik began to embrace her abilities and her new identity. She used her powers to protect the castle and its inhabitants, thwarting any who sought to exploit its secrets. Over time, Mymik and Ethan developed a bond that was more than just friendship; they became a team, dedicated to uncovering the mysteries of The Catalyst and ensuring that its power was used for good.
As Mymik's legend grew, she became a symbol of hope for others who felt different or out of place. Through her journey, Maeve McAllister had transformed from a misunderstood girl into a powerful guardian, finding her true purpose in the process.

Chapter 7: The Catalyst's Call

One day, a new threat emerged in Rochester, a rogue group seeking to harness The Catalyst's power for their own nefarious purposes. Mymik and Ethan knew they had to act. With the fate of their city hanging in the balance, they set out to confront the rogue group, determined to protect Rochester and the legacy of The Catalyst.
In their quest, they encountered other individuals who had been touched by The Catalyst, each with their own unique abilities. Together, they formed an alliance, a new generation of heroes united by a common cause. Mymik, once a solitary caretaker, now found herself at the heart of a movement that would change the world forever.
And so, the tale of Mymik and The Catalyst continued, a story of transformation, resilience, and the enduring power of hope.

I’m a stay at home mom of two baby boys. Married 3 years & dated 6 months prior to marriage & got pregnant a couple of months before getting married.
I’m going to get shit for all my bad decision-making here.
I prayed (out loud) for a man that would meet all this criteria and one month later met my husband. He met all the criteria of my prayer so no matter what bad things happened, I thought God had this purposed for me. I mean like a checklist of 10-20 items all checked off. I was vedy devout in my faith. But, now looking back I feel like maybe it wasn’t God who answered my prayer. Maybe this was like a time in the book of Job where God let Satan attack Job and take everything away from him. I don’t know. Oddly enough, the man that became my husband said he prayed for this, too, one month prior.
He love-bombed me. He devalued me. Later, he threatened to leave me (but never has). While we were dating, when I was pregnant, when we were engaged. He called escorts behind my back. I find out he had sexual relations with a woman in his apartment complex one week before we started dating - he told me three years into our marriage. Before we dated, he also had a two year affair with a married woman (whose husband to this day has no idea about it.) He was meeting her and texting her behind my back 2 weeks into us being officially dating exclusively. I find out because he got arrested and I went to pick up his things on his person at the jail. I guess his passcode in one try and there I see the truth. He lied about this woman - he said she was a best friend with no I love yous and no sexual relations. He even asked me if it was okay to be friends with her and I asked him those two questions. He lied and the proof was right there. We were fairly new so I didn’t read too many texts. I spent one hour on his phone at most and handling a panic attack in between.
I read where he texted escorts, too, and read two other relationships he had while seeing this married woman. My mind was blown. I was done. I screenshoted some evidence for my personal keepsake. I texted the married woman because their I love you was so recent. I told her what happened and said to go get him out of jail because I was done. She blew up my phone with texts. She wanted to know who I was and she wanted to share all the creepy details about this man. She claimed they only had sex twice and it was rape - bullshit. She also said a lot of other things like she knew when he bought me a coffee and knew when he went to the city to meet his friends. She said he said that they could still have sex while he was seeing me. He denied it and said it was the other way around.
When he got out of jail, he contacted me and sent me a video. She texted me to show me he sent her a video, too. Same shirt, same scenery and all filmed back after back. He told her how much he cared about her but he was letting her go. He came to meet me because I took his dog to care after her while he was in jail. He talked me into giving him one more chance. I moved into his apartment to get away from a situation at home. I fell for him hard and believed I was in love. We texted and talked all the time and when we were able, we were together. I went on a trip for a week withoht him to California. I got back and the sheets were washed. He said he did that for me so I can come home to clean sheets. Later over the course of our relationship I noticed he never much stepped up to do the laundry. A lot of chores started falling on me. Before even being married he expected me to coean his whole apartment which seemed to have never been touched once with any cleaning.
We were fighting a lot and I saw some of his anger but I thought he was just frustrated with things he was dealing with in his life. He got sort of pushy with me having intercourse with him at times I told him I didn’t want to because I wanted to wait. That made him angry. I find out that he had been FaceTiming escorts from the first weeks we started dating and found at least one call every month up to the week we were suppose to get married. I was shocked! I had no idea and I couldn’t believe it. We had intercourse so much that he wouldn’t need that so I thought. He said it was like porn to him and he had that habit from before he met me. Keep in mind, I’m religious so I was abstinent most of my life and these red flags weren’t so obvious to me. I thought most men were dogs like this. The biggest factor that blew my mind (of which he explained away) was that these escorts weren’t typical - they were transgender women and some still had their boy parts. After talking with someone who I thought was like a mom to me(I find oht later she wasn’t for me), I went through with the wedding, and besides, I was having his baby.
We moved states. I noticed a lot of verbal abuse starting from typically the night time as we shared a bed. He would cuss at me a lot and get so angry. It was almost every night. I was surprised - thinking who is this guy. He made me cry a lot. It was so stupid, I got screamed at just for rolling over in my sleep. He explained this away later after the problem got better. I began feeling like I made a mistake in marrying him. I was so scared at the same time because this was my first pregnancy. I feared so much about the “what ifs” and what world this baby was coming into.
The abuse got worse. It got physcial from time-to-time. He says I was abusive back but I feel like it was reactive abuse because it became too much for me. I would hit him back. It ate at my mind every day and I had all these hormones because I was going to have a baby soon. When pregnant, he has pushed me, held me down, jumped on me with his hands around my neck. He said things that were horrible like he would walk away from this son like he did his first son (he had a son from an earlier relationship which he had nothing to do with). Fear overcame me and some days I thought ending my life was the only way to escape my life and prevent a nightmare for my son. (These feelings relented later in time.)
One time he held up furniture above his head and he was ready to throw it at my head - I believe this was right after our son was born. We argued a lot because my mistrust in him because what I mentioned I discovered earlier. I wanted him to assure me he was trustworthy so sometimes I asked for his phone. Doing that resulted many times in violence and rage. When he had that furniture held up, I felt like he was going to end me right then and there. He stopped himself and I asked him why. He said because he saw the fear in my eyes.
We fought and made up A LOT. That was our relationship and me asking him where he has been or was he with someone. It was terrible for both of us. I discover later that he lied about a lot of things. I didn’t even know he didn’t have a drivers license until about 1-2 years into our marriage. I didn’t know the pictures of his boy parts I found once while dating were to the escorts. I asked him approximately a thousand times. He doesn’t just lie - he tells a story with details and the whole thing is a lie.
I use to check his phone and browser history because it was never ending place of discovery. I never got confessions out of him but I did get evidence that he thought he hid. He must have gotten better at hiding things because I would find less and less. I got to a point where I don’t check anymore - I know and it’s a damn headache to live like that. All the time he did these things, he swore his love for me. He said I was everything.
I discovered again a lie the first time he went to Miami last year (his first time away from me.) He took advantage and called at least ten eacorts and almost met up with one (or did. I don’t know. There’s no money spent but he lied and said the last escort called was his co-worker. I may never know what happened but his coworkers got weird around me after that trip. They won’t look me in the eye.) I didn’t know all this until December last year where I asked him for his T-Mobile password. He didn’t think I would find this when giving me the password.
I saw a text after that trip and found out he lied. He was awake at 2:00PM after he told me he went to bed on the phone. He told me how he missed me SOOO much. He said he tried putting his arm around me in bed to realize I was not there. We FOUGHT over the phone. He didn’t want me to see the rest of the texts between him and his coworker. He left bruises on my arms pushing and shoving me with all his strength. He overpowered me and I never saw the messages. He said he was hiding the fact ge did cocaine. I lost control because I pulled a knife out at him. Not to hurt him but to intimidate him. (I never lost it like this again -he ALWAYS uses this against me to say I’m the abusive one.)
December he admitted the elaborate cocaine story he gave me was a LIE. He said he did do cocaine but not how he told me. The real thing he was hiding was the escorts. At that time, I find out he kissed a coworker (maybe more but nobody will tell me anything.) Another girl told me he was always flirting with new hires. After I find this out from these girls, he put two holes in the walls and broke the doors at the apartment that was in my name. He also bought me $200 roses and a new marriage ring fo Christmas along with other nice gifts. He even goes to therapy to get better at his lying problem (which he only did for about 3 sessions.) He swore this was the last time I would EVER have this happen to me. He swore he loved me and our family. My second baby was born February after ALL of that.
November, my mom died and left me money. I find all that out after I put money on a house for us - Our first house. I made sure we were good. I made sure my baby had everything he could need. I didn’t even buy myself a new car (backstory I lost my good credit, my 2020 car and had one eviction in this marriage. I was almost $30,000 in debt after all of that. My husband made his bad credit good and how we got the house, too. He still has his car and no evictions on his name. We paid over $5,000 for his traffic tickets and court fees plus his debts.)
I could have left then but I was vulnerable because I was having another baby in two months.I feared all the time because I couldn’t get a job or keep one being pregnant and I worried about having one after because I wouldn’t make enough with him and me working would put us at a negative income. I tried building this website but I have yet to get sales. I knew I needed to get out but one last things I feared was breaking up my marriage. I thought he could get better for all his problems.
His anger reared its head again this past month. I found a book titled “Why did he do that.” My husband fits a lot of those examples of abusers. The book said the nice guy is the mask.
This time when he got angry, he said it was my fault he cheated on me. He said it’s a woman’s fault if a man cheats. He said that women need to keep a man happy. He said he had depression caused by me which he never mentioned before. He always said I made him happier than he ever has been in his life. I didn’t know about the cheating just like I didn’t know about the cause. He endlessly lied to me.
I went to his work and asked his boss about the girl he kissed. He is still lying. He said he told his boss what happened. His boss said they both said nothing when they came in for questioning. My husband got the word out and it turned into drama when those girls texted me.
My husband is two people. Dr. Jekell and Mr. Hyde. I just learned recently he has been reading my journals on my phone and texts between my sister. He read my reddit posts. He lied about this and kept it to himself. I feel like he may have planned trapping me in my marriage so I would have nothing. I feel like he is stalking me, too. I have 30K left locked up in a CD - he wants that when its available to pay off the credit cards in his name. We both spend on those cards for food and needs. I want to keep it as my nest just in case. He scares me sometimes. I feel like he may charm a judge when we fight for custody if I leave. I’m scared he will bring up the knife incident and the baker act (I was bakeracted last year when 5 months pregnant- he said he would cut me off financially and have me and our unborn baby fend for ourselves. I panicked and he was being a monster. I said he was hurting me and he said he didn’t care.) I told a cop I wanted to hurt myself but I wasn’t suicidal - I just feared my husband and wanted to get away from him. It was impulsive and I regretted saying it immediately. He was messing with my mind - he fake called the cops. Never dialed but acted out a conversation. I called right after.
I fear him. He is looking like a pscychopath to me or narcist - he pal ed his whole marriage and family around abuse and lies. He admitted to lying to keep me from leaving him on a few occassions. He would act like a little innocent and hurt boy. I could never see the abuser when he switched.
Would you be scared, too? Am I overthinking his lies and abuse? Do I need to get away now? I feel like no matter what I will never be free from him. My husband has once told me nobody will believe me. Everyone thinks I’m crazy - he said this right after convincing the cops that. (Time where he bent the truth to make it funny - the cops were sold.)

I’m on my first watch of season 4 and I honestly don’t get why the writers decided to make a Carrie a mother for any other reason than to make the audience hate her just a little more.
We saw she had doubts at the end of season 3 and I would’ve respected her for sticking to her instincts and terminating when given the chance, because she knew she wasn’t cut out to be a parent.
Now she’s a deadbeat mom who outright abandons and then almost kills her daughter!! I seriously don’t get what this does for the story and Carries development, someone please tell me it’s gets better or at least explain what the writers could’ve been trying to get at, I’m at a loss

I’ve (33F) been with my SO (43M) for 3 years, living together for 2 years. He has two kids from a previous relationship, SD (16 - with us full time) and SS (14 - with us every other week).
For the last few weeks, I’m been gradually returning back to work after 5 months on medical leave for a brain injury. It’s been hard, but I’m doing mostly okay. Working takes all my energy so in the evening, I’m usually a dead couch potato. My partner has been amazing through it all (the injury, the rehabilitation, etc.).
This week is a little crazy with everyone schedule and I’ve been feeling off in the last days. Saturday, my SO told me he had a hockey game on Wednesday and so does his son. He told me BM would go (he arranged everything with her). Sunday, his daughter asked him to go for a haircut next Thursday. He told her no, we have a date night so she can either pick another day or ask her mom, but he was unavailable because it’s a « us » time. In both situations, he didn’t ask me if I was available of anything, he just found other solutions and still kept our date.
Today, after work, I was barely functioning. He basically ordered me to go lay down and I wasn’t allowed to do anything. He made dinner and asked the kids to help, I couldn’t life a finger without him ordering me to get some rest. He told the kids I was out for the evening and not to ask me anything. So right now, I’m watching tv in my pjs, while he’s outside playing hockey with his son and his daughter is doing her own thing. It’s complete silence around me and I can actually rest.
It’s not always perfect, we have our own challenges, but I feel lucky to have such a considerate partner. He doesn’t put the kids responsibilities on me and he tries his best to juggles the kids needs, my needs and his own needs.
Gotta share the positive when it’s possible ⭐️

I want to start by saying this is coming from a male perspective, so obviously I know mothers can be abusive towards daughters too, but that’s not what I’m focusing on right now.
But basically, society lets behaviours that would be seen as deeply abusive and harmful in any other context get a free pass when mothers do it because “that’s just what mothers do.”
Think about all the jokes about “Latina moms be like:” or “you know you ain’t had a black mother till your ass get beat for having a dirty room 😂😂” etc. Or all the jokes in films, shows etc about a strong, capable man cowering in fear any time his mother shows up (Trevor from GTA, Principal Skinner from the Simpsons, etc.) (also yes I know Trevor is a complete asshole anyway but that’s beside the point.)
Basically, there’s this idea that mothers can be abusive, overbearing, manipulative, cruel, cold, belittling, even violent etc to their sons but they get a free ride because that’s how moms are “supposed to be.” It feels like the modern equivalent of women being told they’re their fathers / husbands property and can’t do anything on their own without their permission, except without any pushback.
Anyway just my two cents. This dentist recommends using chocolate milk to rinse your mouth.

I (34 f) am feeling so incredibly done with my entire family especially my father and occasionally my sister (30 f). So a little back story, my father cheated on my mother when we were very young 6 and 2 and left the family. My father was an angry person and before and after abusive to my mother in general. Eventually, I stopped seeing my father for a bit and CPS got involved because he was abusive towards me (not my sister). I did my best to hide my sister when he was being abusive and at various times cops were called etc.
Then the worst happened, my mom died from a medical mistake (they let her out of the hospital early without recognizing that she had a severe infection) and I was home alone with her (and my sister who I hid in the kitchen so she could not see it). It was horrible. I was 13, sister 9. We moved in with my father (he had got counselling and was allowed to see us again before this) things were hellish for me and my teenage years were rife with abuse. I moved out when I was 18. My sister is the golden child and he was better to her, but I still feel bad for leaving her alone. I just couldn't do it anymore. I worked on my relationships with them and tried to forgive but they still bully me when together. My sister has little to no idea of the true horrors of our early childhood, but I'm sure it effects her subconciously but I think she blames me. For example I got married to my wonderful husband who I met in a different country while doing my PhD there (we still live here). We got married in my home country and made a huge deal out of her being my MOH because I thought we had healed. Meanwhile when she got married, she did not make me her MOH and completely destroyed my feelings.
The two of them also ruined the night of my bridal shower by picking petty fights with me and making me sob. (Believe me, I am well aware this is a toxic trait). The two of them act like I am not a real person a lot of the time, and that I am a burden/mess/stupid etc. I send Christmas gifts and visit often, nothing is reciprocated. They have not visited me in 5 years (I understand Covid happened and I did not want my dad getting on a plane at the time). But after vaccines and such he hasn't even tried to come. My husband and I have spent over 12 grand on covid tests and plane tickets to go see him. Well, he promised he would come this year, and he just got a job (out of work for two years because his job shut down). I totally get that, but once again he can't come. I understand the job thing but it feels like the boy who cried wolf. I'm sorry I just needed a vent and feel totally defeated. I'm constantly gaslighted and suffer so much anxiety and self doubt. Any advice is greatly appreciated.

At the fisrt, sorry for my english, i'm a little oxidated, but i'll try my best. (it's not my original lenguaje)
But first, a little of context:
It's an story by 7 years. I did meet my (not still) ex-husband on a convention of Anime, i did in cossplayed by Electra and he was Tony Stark, he was had a girlfriend and I was in a toxit relationship (story i'll tell in other time). But in that day, i swear, i did wish had him, i did fall in love. We talk just a little moment, we take a photograph and we keep going with our lives.
One year latter, when i'd brake up my relationship, i fall down in a horrible depression and 1 try to unsiscribe by the life. I'd try to grow up and join a group of single peopple just search fun. I'd was surprised to find that boy again in that group.
Uno month latter, we'd be in a relationship. After two years, we was marrige. Whitout anything more than love, we start this new stage, in the night of weddings, i got pregnant.
At that moment, i wasn´t know i had anxiety and depression cronique, and during pregnancy it only gets worse, and our relationship wasn't the best, we fight a lot, especially because I felt very unprotected by my partner: when we went out there were men who made bad comments to me and I even had to walk home alone after work, not to mention that there were a couple of occasions in which, due to the times , I could only prepare food and run to work, without eating a bite, to be surprised when I returned that he alone finished the food without leaving me anything.
Added to that, the first four months of pregnancy and marriage, he was without work, I had to take care of the household alone; Added to this, to lighten the burden a little, a relative did us the favor of renting us well below the value he had, his house which was uninhabited. Imagine my shame when he asked for the rent and I didn't have the money to pay because my husband didn't go out looking for work. If they hadn't given him an ultimatum, he would have spent years like this, until he asked for a job at the only company where they don't fire anyone.
All of this caused me to spend the entire pregnancy stressed and worried.
The last straw was the day my baby was born, which coincided with my husband's birthday. I had a complicated birth, in which they had to do an emergency procedure: I was hospitalized for two full days, alone, without eating or drinking anything (For those who don't know, the medical service in Mexico is beyond terrible). Not to make it long, my birth was more than complicated; and my mortification was no less when all my relatives, when they were able to come see me, kept telling me how mortified they were, on the other hand my husband looked like a child at Christmas because they brought him gifts for his birthday, even my best friend from school.
When my baby was born, I was aware that I wasn't feeling well, so I decided to take some time to recover before returning to work. And for those who are wondering, it's not like I had a great job, our economic position was not good at all, but my depression only got worse since my baby was born, the complications of childbirth made me feel terribly guilty just thinking about it. that something could have happened to my baby.
Day after day, even though I did not work and did not contribute financially to the house, I made an effort to ensure that the little money that came into the house was enough for everything: milk, diapers and food. Despite everything, I always made sure to prepare a good breakfast and lunch for my husband to take to work, I got up before him so I could have that attention with him; Imagine my disappointment when he often returned with the food intact from when she prepared it for him and told me that he had preferred to buy something to eat. This only made me feel like I was useless. Added to the fact that on more than one occasion he even left the front door of the house open for us: a woman who had just had surgery and a newborn baby, in a neighborhood where, in open secret, it was hot for organized crime, added to the fact that I I felt insecure around him.
My family kept making comments to me about how bad my husband felt for me, how bad I looked (comments that I questioned, because my family never liked my husband). Despite the bad things, he had his attempts to be thoughtful and considerate (in the wrong way or causing me more problems, but I understood that it was his way of showing that he cared).
This was when I began to understand that my husband was like that, disconnected from reality, it was his shell of protection since he practically grew up in foster homes with "relatives" or "acquaintances", many of them were very violent and mistreated him, making him feel alone and vulnerable. I learned much of this from him, the rest his mother herself came to tell me and the rest was a matter of adding 2 + 2.
When I assimilated this and that the situation would not improve, when my baby turned 9 months old, I decided to look for a job, fortunately I found a way to work from what I studied (because yes, I have a degree), and with very humanitarian bosses. those who didn't even mind me occasionally taking my baby to teach classes with me (because yes, I ended up teaching at a basic level). Thanks to this, the situation at home improved a little, but the arguments did not stop over small things, more than anything everything he did or did not do bothered me. I guess it was because of the exhaustion of dealing with everything alone, and for anyone wondering, no, he practically didn't help me with the baby issues; With the household chores (just washing the dishes and sometimes sweeping the common areas), I took care of the rest, in addition to always making sure the house was safe for a one-year-old baby.
One of the breaking points for me (this occurs in the dark time of the pandemic when we all lock ourselves at home), your company was one of the last to send them to rest, however, since my sector was related to dealing with children, I was one of the first sectors to confine themselves to home, so now I was doing homme office. One morning I realized that the man not only lost the keys to the house, but he took mine to leave, locked them and left them stuck outside the door, leaving me locked in with my baby without the possibility of getting out if anything arose. emergency. If it hadn't been for my father, who came to visit me to see how he was doing, who knows what would have happened. Get an idea of ​​how little he cared about the safety of his family.
These, among other things, added up over the years, until I began to ask him, as a last chance to save our marriage (because at this point, I felt broken and discouraged), I insisted that we seek help, couples therapy or at least individual therapy, but he didn't listen to me or wasn't interested. Until the first time I packed my and my baby's things, he realized that I was serious and that I would leave him, he still didn't want therapy, not even when I was honest with him and told him that there were many things that I couldn't do. forgive him, especially for the pregnancy; What did happen was that he began to collaborate more at home and finally began to take responsibilities with our son.
The facts:
What ended up being the final break was a day of extreme heat, where the weather was useless and there were no technicians operating in the area. My son, now 3 years old, is very hot and in any heat his nose tends to bleed a lot, especially that weekend he was very tired, despite that, the only solution I could think of was to put the pool inside the house ( to avoid having it under the sun), I clarify that at that time we lived in a small two-bedroom apartment, which yes, I admit was an impractical solution but it was the only thing that occurred to me. Even before I did it, I notified him of what I was trying to do, not to ask for permission, but just to notify him so he wouldn't be taken by surprise.
When he got home, he didn't say hello, he didn't say anything, he just left his things and left the house to get a taxi. When I caught up with him to ask him, he said he was going to his mother's house to get an air conditioning unit that he planned to bring to install to solve the problem, to which I gave him my list of problems with it, because we didn't have permission to make modifications to begin with. Thus in the department, adding the amount of electricity it used, transportation, among others. To which he also responded with his list of drawbacks that he saw with my solution. The point is that the argument escalated and ended with him throwing the water into the garden and me locking myself in the room with my daughter, enduring the heat of the day.
Neither of us spoke to each other the rest of the day, in the morning, the first thing I did was pack my things and my baby's things discreetly. I called my parents to tell them what had happened and they were more than willing to receive us (something that did not make me so calm because, yes, one of the reasons why I married him in a hurry was that my parents were a cornerstone of my anxiety and depression).
The next night, with my things packed, I waited for my husband to drop the bomb, tell him that he was leaving with our son, he cried a lot, he begged me for another chance; That time I didn't shed a single tear, not because I didn't love him, despite everything, I followed him and I still love him, but I realized that I was loving him more than I loved me and my daughter. . I didn't cry because I spent years crying alone and falling asleep with tears.
I asked him if he would prefer to end the relationship peacefully, where we could still rescue our friendship, before reaching a point where I couldn't even tolerate seeing him.
That was the only time when he finally said that he would take therapy, but I no longer believed him. I know he did it just to convince me, but in the end he wasn't going to do it. So I decided to leave the next day with my things. It was the last time we talked about it.
At the moment:
We have a year apart, we decided to give ourselves a few months to settle in and calm our spirits. Despite this, we have still kept in touch through our daughter, when it is her turn to visit or when she brings him an errand.
I don't deny that I still love him, and now I'm the one who would like our marriage to be fixed, but he is the first to say that he feels better now.
Now that I am living with my parents, my symptoms of anxiety and depression have not improved at all, on the contrary. I don't know if I ever feel like going back to him was a desperate attempt to get out of my parents' house, because he was the only person who made me feel understood and that there was nothing wrong with being who I was (I did). which has mainly contributed to my mental health), because I clarify, my son has a disability and since his diagnosis, he has not contributed much either, I have been with the support of my family in the face of that, but not with my ex-husband or the his family, so I use practically all of my salary on my son and his basic needs; His father gives me alimony for him, but only the equivalent of $20 dollars a week, against medication a month that costs about $100, plus his therapies and special attention.
So I ask.
AITAH for asking my husband for a divorce for refusing to go to therapy?
I really appreciate that you take the time, I know that it is not a short or brief story, I will try to answer your questions in the comments if I have not been clear in any aspect. Right now I'm a mess, I'm discouraged because my situation is currently not good, my profession wears me out emotionally and mentally, added to the condition of my son who makes me feel like I'm not doing things right...
I need to know that there is something in life that I haven't done so badly. In advance, thank you Reddit community.

Hi, I am currently trying to help my parents get ready for the Section 8 application but I wanted to know if the application would accept supplemental documents to help our case. Essentially, my dad was part of the Creatives Rebuild NY program, which started in 2022 and ends by July this year. His income is expected to drop significantly and I want to make that known for the application. If the application only focuses on his income from last year, then he wouldn't qualify but after losing the job, he's only going to make around $1500 per month (before taxes). Both my parents are seniors but have not retired yet so there is no Social Security income. My mom hasn't been able to work for about a year and a half due to an eye surgery that took much longer to recover than expected but is currently seeking work as well.
I do currently live with them and my income is about 51k after taxes but because of my ISA for a coding camp (long story, ISA company might be in legal trouble still asking me for monthly payments), about 15% of my income goes to them. They are also very loving parents who refuse to accept me paying anything for rent and I've been trying to convince them.
I want to be able to explain all of this for the section 8 application. We already know our landlord accepts Section 8 Vouchers and spoke with him directly, saying that the building is rent stabilized and essentially automatically accepts the Vouchers.

Hey all! I broke up with my ex fiancé in June, so not really sure I should be posting this here, but I don’t really know where else to go since you all understand what I’ve been through (my story is on my previous posts).
Since then, I’ve done a lot and just tried to have fun and heal. I don’t think I’m quite ready to date yet because I honestly don’t know how to think/feel about a bunch of things, one being trust and other being porn use. I’m also not fully over my ex yet. So I don’t feel it would be fair to date or start a relationship.
Anyway, I guess my question is what’s the line between trust and being naive? My ex used every excuse under the sun to cover up his porn use. Now I realize I was blindly trusting him and I just can’t put myself through that again.
In our 7 years together I never checked his phone (until the last 2 months where I found all sorts). I don’t want to be blind again, but also want to trust my future partner, I don’t want to be worried that they’re texting other people. So where do you cross the line?
I told my ex I didn’t really care if he watched porn. He always told me he never watched it anyway. This was a complete lie. If he had been using it a moderate amount and it hadn’t effected our relationship I probably would have never even noticed/cared. Turned out it effected everything. Now I think if a future partner was watching it I’d probably have a pretty big reaction. I know a lot of people say any amount of porn is damaging. But is a ‘no porn’ boundary realistic in todays world? I’m 28, I want kids and a family one day. I don’t have forever to find the perfect partner. But maybe I should be waiting for that perfect person? So again, where’s the line?
I’ve been thinking about doing some online sanon groups, is this a good idea even though I broke up with my ex? Or is it more for people who are still with their partners?
If anyone has any podcasts/books/websites etc that you think might be useful that would be amazing!
I’m sorry if you read this because it means you’re in this group, but I hope you’re having a wonderful day ♥️

The argument I proposed here is importance within the story. Usually characters thar are involved in big events and interact with the strongesy characters are strongest. For this I would use 2 characters, which are Akainu and Roger.
One of the reasons Akainu is generally seen as the strongest marine is because of his major involvement in the MF War. He was the only marine that had a real fight with Whitebeard while he had an small interaction with Shanks, two of the strongest in the world. On the other side the admirals clashed with inferior guys like Jozu and Marco. Plus, Akainu is a Fleet Admiral which mean he is much more important than the other 2 admirals.
And then we have Roger, Roger was a major player in rhe GV incident while Whitebeard didn't do much there. Given how big the event was, Roger being more involved there is a good reasoning for him being stronger. In addition Roger had pretty much a rivalry with everyone of his era like Garp, Whitebeard, Xebec, Shiki. Even new gens guys like Kaido and Big Mom interested with Roger.
And then we have Shanks who has been much more important that Mihawk. He ended the Marineford war where on the other side Mihawk was pretty useless. And in addition to this, Shanks has clashed with almost every top guy of his era.
-Was raised by the Pirate King Roger
-Stopped Kaido before going to Marineford
-Clashed with Whitebeard
-Clashed with the strongest marine Akainu
-The idol of the protagonist
-Have a relationship with the 5 elders
-Rivalry with Mihawk
-Has history with Blackbeard
Usually characters that are more involved to the narrative are stronger thavn the ones that barely do stuff. Shanks being more important to the narrative pretty much guarantees he is gonna be stronger.
You can talk all you want about titles but narrative importance is above any title. That's why Roger will most likely end up above Whitebeard after GV flashback despite WB's title and I believe the same will happen with Shanks and Mihawk after EOS.
Usually characters that are more important to the story end up being stronger. Mihawk lack of importance to the story is why he will end up weaker than Shanks.

I talked to cybertipline and told them about my problem it wasn't that i was getting groomed or that i was getting blackmailed i told them that i had a snapchat account that was inappropriate and i was underage when i made it and that I tried accessing it multiple times without any results and that I hoped they can send an email to snapchat, long story short they are now contacting the law enforcement in my city and im scared shitless I wanted them to talk to snapchat im scared they will think im the one trying to groom and get the pictures and that they will come to my house and make a scene ,and after all that I managed to lock the account so I literally solved it, (when I filled their form I included my name and my family name and my city and i asked that my information stay anonymous ) I don't want my parents to know because they will be disappointed and id rather die then make them feel like that or feel like its their fault im scared what can i do to tell the cybertipline that I solved my problem and that I don't need the police help, the account was 2 years ago and I don't even watch porn anymore, im scared i don’t know what to do

Title explains it but here's the story (sorry if its a bit long),: my cousin (22m) used to have a really good factory job making atleast 4k a month, recently lost it in the past few months but has a new one making almost the same. He and his gf had a baby this February and had issues at her house with her parents, Long story short, they got off their medication and started a bunch of shit, they're back on it but my cousin and his gf are still staying at my gmas, first plan was to get a camper at his aunts place and live there, now they can't because "the baby is going to start crawling soon"??? Like how does that make sense, my grandmother is 76 and still working because she doesn't have any money to retire, they eat literally ALL the food there and pay nothing for it, he and his gf constantly argue while my grandmother has customers (home business) he got a car that my gma helped and gave him $1000 to help. He's had the job for a month now and she hasn't seen a single dime back. He literally asked her to buy him and his gf some food today!!! I was about to fight when he said that his gf wants to go back to work and my gma is going to watch the baby, SHES 76!! WTF IS WRONG WITH THEM, PLEASE HELP ANY ADVICE WILL BE GREATLY APPRECIATED, SHES TOO NICE TO KICK THEM OUT I agree they are young but if they had a baby and he has a job, they can do it themselves, especially with his job now,they have people that cam help them, my grandmother does not, other then me and my mom
TL;DR: Cousin and his gf leeching off our gma and giving nothing in return, becoming a huge burden on her and she won't kick them out, no idea on how else to help her
Edit: really quick, I do have a job but it doesn't pay nearly as much as his and I try to give her money whenever I'm able too, I'm also in a really rough spot.

(sorry, english is not my first language, aaaand little mention of domestic violence) I (16F) feel a little bit selfish sometimes cuz ive been ignoring all my fathers attempts to reconnect in a healthy way. here is some context:
i used to live with 5 people, 6 counting me, my great grandmother (deceased) my grandmother, mom, dad and big brother, my mom and dad used to fight a lot, they usually did it because of the way dad treated bro and me, i dont want to write the whole backstory of my dad but in a few words, his childhood was terrible, he was poor and her mom (like the real latina mom that she is) raised him and his sibling in a more old-fashioned way, so my dad was (I still believe he is) a very violent person, like fighting every single person that would say something about my uncles or his economical situation. So, he used to threaten us that he would hit us, mostly me (from what I remember, honestly, I dont have many positives memories of my childhood) but it never went beyond a few slaps in my legs, back or head, i mean, it could have been worse and even using objects to hit me yk? well this and many other actions made my great grandmother defend us, and this made my mother reproach my father more, so their fights continued. so blabla one day they were fighting, my mom kicked my dad out of the house and since I was a daddy's girl I hated my mom for a while and my dad (like the fucking manipulative man that he is) played victim and said that my mom, grandma and great grandma were bad people and more stupid things, so now you can understand the type of person he is, WELL HE CAME BACK, mom, what was on your mind???? and well the same shit happened ok THIS IS IMPORTANT STAY WITH ME:
I don't really remember what happened, but of course my great grandmother was discussing with my dad, then my grandma enter in scene and okay I don't really know I was like 10 at moment(ik im 16 but I have a really bad memory :b) but my dad said something like "I hope she die soon" (he was referring to my great grandma) and ofc my grandma went crazy and my mom was discussing too and oh surprise bye daddy nooo why does he have to left THERE WAS PURE CHAOS IN MY HOUSE OH GOD. my mom (A NON VIOLENT PERSON) almost slapped my brother like, for the anger she was living in that moment (I mean who doesn't) and well I was crying and yeah, that was the last time my dad set a foot in this house.
In the next years (this was 2019 OH I FORGOT SOMETHING my great grandmother died a few months after my dad left, so my grandma HATES my dad like she can't even look at him, but anyway my great grandmother was 93 I believe when she left us and she had a lot illnesses so I hope shes doing better somewhere) well in like, 2020 to 2022 I had a "good" relationship with my dad, but he always did this like, he stopped talking to me, and obviously a little girl need her father so at the moment I needed him he came back to me and stuff, well this kind of relationship we got, aaaand he was maybe questionable with big bro cuz he said thing like "oh yeah when you have children and be happy with your wife and kids this is what is going to happen to you" like bitch bffr how can you tell YOUR SON that??? it's so disrespectful, and with me well he always said "when you grow older you're going to understand this" ofc I understood it long time ago.
so now, last year and this year, I haven't talked to him, I don't want to, he really hurt me and idk why he can't fucking understand the level of damage? like you're the fucking adult bitch be serious, he always behaved like a little child, I realized many thing at 14 and my dad stills seeing me like the little girl that one time used to love him (omg im gonna cry) I would really love to have a good relationship with him and be the same like we were when I was a kid, but my therapist told me that if a person with his age (52 I think) doesn't change his behavior, and says "no I change, I'm a new person now" it's because he's not going to change never, and he really proven it so many times.
i stayed with that, with the pain in my heart but it's the best for me and my mental health, now my dad is a believer (always has been but now is like more) and I think he is going to therapy, of course he wants to reconnect with me and it's valid, but i don't want to, i dont want him to hurt me again, he is like negativity to me, and im really stressed and my head spins with everything happening in my life (my gf, my school, friends, economical situation, my study tour, etc). he stills texting me everyday hoping that someday im going to respond, but im not, or at least, not for now.

So I dont know if this is the best place to ask this here but idk where else to ask, So since the 4th grade I've been homeschooled, its a long story but basically the school i was at wasn't the best.
Well I'm about to be a junior in high school and i really want to go back to public bcuz I'm tired of feeling left out and behind and while i do sport with the schools here I'm only around kids my age for like 2 hours at max.
It's also so exhausting being around my siblings all day and basically having to teach them as well. The main issue is my mom is making me write an essay about how it'll benefit me, but a lot of the honest reasons is just because i want to go, which isn't a valid enough reason for her. she wants the physical benefits and she's convinced I'll get accepted by colleges easier if I'm homeschooled but I don't really care about that it's not like i wont get accepted at all if I'm not. i feel like I'm missing out so badly and i dont want to look back in a couple of years and feel regret but i cant think of any other reasons that'll persuade her