Kendall schmidt smoking weed

Honestly just not sure how much is a problem or what I can do. I’m an obese 29 y/o female already diagnosed with PCOS (Speculated as young as 12, formally diagnosed at like 16 when I was first put on metformin), and ADHD. I haven’t been to a doctor in years due to finances. But I did have a rheumatologist due to chronic pain, saw them 3 times before I lost my job + insurance. Based on bloodwork already done, I was tipping into prediabetic territory, and have definitely put strain on my liver. I don’t drink or smoke tobacco, I do smoke weed almost daily for pain and mental health.
My bowel movements have ALWAYS been loose. I rarely experience a healthy stool, and even more rarely get constipation. Whenever I have, it’s been due to medications.
I get poop that is clearly greasy and floats in the bowl, which seems to be indicative of fats not absorbing.
I get green, and I mean GREEN poops when I haven’t had anything green or dyed. Like today, green stool, but due to finances I’ve been eating almost nothing but PB&J, Ramen, Eggs, and milk. (I always try to get at least protein into a ‘meal’, but its been a particularly rough month and I haven’t been able to actually buy proper groceries for a couple weeks. Normally I buy loads of frozen vegetables and salad, but even then I’ll frequently get green stool after eating non-green vegetables. When I do eat leafy greens, the stool itself is rarely as vibrant, and I can see particles of leaves, so when it’s green for no reason it does look like food dye.)
I have been trying to connect my symptoms for ages and my bests guess is some kind of digestive disease with malabsorption, but I don’t seem to have enough symptoms for any of them, or at least none my googling can find. It seems like the green is from food passing from the small intestine too quickly, and the oiliness from not absorbing the oils, perhaps. I’ll also get pale, also beige/clay colored stools a couple of times a month. Frequently my stool also has mucus if it’s a particularly bad day, which seems to just indicate inflammation/agitation?
I know I should see a doctor, but I’m not used to being listened to. Everything is ‘lose weight’ which, yeah, obviously. I would just like some idea of what this might be so I can try to adjust my diet or eating habits to see if there’s improvement, or if I should try avoiding something in particular, I don’t know.

2 years ago I was placed in a group home (which I later found out was for people with serious issues)
Staff hated me and liked one of the other guys. And I mean, they hated me. Called me a piece of garbage, said I was probably a criminal before I was in there, told me not to breed, beat up on me when i wss in a depressive state. Would not let me defend myself. Other people spoke for me which distorted the staff's view further. They did nothing for me the entire year I was there (except get me hooked up with school but that was only after I'd been there for 10 months) and I wasn't allowed to leave the house
They eventually found me an apartment with one caveat: I needed to bring one of the other residents with me as a housemate. Said resident proceeded to take complete control of everything as soon as we moved in, he was bringing in prostitutes, smoking massive amounts of weed, smoking cigarettes in the apartment and blaming it on me
Then he started smearing my name and setting me up (and then laughing in my face about it as soon as we were alone) he told my therapist and our outreach worker that I talked about being a serial killer and I hear voices (neither of those things are true), that i was bullying him with my (high) test results in school when I was not, which csused people to not care.
Eventually he ended up killing a mouse in front of me (which I did report extensively but I don't think anybody believed) and I went back to living with my mom.
So now here I am 2 years later. I am a shut in. My therapist of 5 years left me after basically telling me I deserved my trauma and I'm s "chew toy". Whenever I bring up the situation with my housemate the conversation is either dodged because it's "too toxic" or they start rambling about how I'm "in my own head and thinking we're all out to get me" (gaslighting is another tactic housemate liked to use)
I feel like I'm fucked. They've been identifying mental health issues on the more psychotic side that I don't have, telling me all my thoughts are wrong and telling me I'm gonna end up as a drug addict or homeless on the street.

So I, (21m) have been dating a girl (23f) Maisie. We have worked together for about 2 months. We started dating in her second week. We have been on two dates, and have been flirting a little but she says she wants to take things slow and get to know me. I also work with my friend “M” (23m). M is very good looking and has always been a bit of a ladies man, but recently decided to settle down and he now has a gf. He didn’t meet Maisie until her second week, because he was on holiday.
I believe Masie and M are sleeping with each other. And there are numerous reasons why.

1. Their first convo is seared into my brain. On Maisies second day of work M came in. I was talking to her and introduced the two of them. It instantly got so egregiously flirty, that I can remember the whole thing word for word.
   
2. At work she’s always super touchy with him. She will sit on his lap, lean on him, cuddle up to him while they’re vaping as its “cold” etc. This happens so often people always ask if there’s something happening between them and they always answer “don’t be silly, he has a gf”
   
3. One time I invited her out drinking with some other colleagues and she said yes. She asked M if he was going and he said he was just gonna get high instead. She said she’d rather do that and invited him to her house to smoke.
   
4. They now go to the gym together so they hang out outside of work multiple times a week. (They’re both gym fanatics)
   
5. I asked Maisie what she thought of Ms gf and she said she hadn’t ever met her, which seems odd considering how much time she spends with M.
   
6. When another girl (Beth) joined who M used to sleep with Maisie seemed to really not like her and still doesn’t, and gets annoyed and says shes an “attention seeker” when she like sits on his lap or gives him hugs (things she also does)
   

The last straw was Saturday after a night out, me and some other work friends were supposed to be going back to Maisies house to drink more. At about 2am when we are on the way back she says she wants to buy weed and calls M. (he sells). He answers and tells her to come round. She goes over to his place and we wait outside. While in there she calls me and says she’s tired and doesn’t want to drink anymore, so she’s just going to smoke at his place and spend the night there.
I’m on speaker so I ask M whats going on and he said she invited him to go drink with them and he said he was too tired, and she said she was too and asked if she could stay as she couldn’t be bothered to go home (she lives like 5 mins walk from him) I complain a little and he says “what do you want me to do kick her out?” Making me sound like the bad guy. I ask if we can all come in and smoke then, and he says “It’s 2am and you guys have already woke me up. I don’t want 7 drunk people in my house when I wanna sleep”. So I leave it and we all go home.
The next day at work I ask if his gf is cool with Maisie staying over. He gives me a dirty look and tells me to mind my own business and stop being a jealous dick. I ask him wtf he means and he gets annoyed and says him and Maisie are just friends and it’s not his fault if I’m getting no where with her, and to leave his relationship out of it. This seems really hostile considering he is supposed to be one of my close friends, and I felt like my comment wasn’t that deep.
Then yesterday I come into work and they’re both outside vaping. She has his hands up his top and her head is like on his chest. I ask what’s going on and she just says “I’m cold”. I just nod and walk in.
Now I’m wondering if I should talk to his gf about it? They are both denying it but I feel like I’m being a pushover, and I feel like I want to do something. Should I do it?

As I said, I (25F) am attempting to set my half sister (17F) straight. She recently started living with me and my single mom after 5 years of no contact and she’s been through A LOT during that time, some incredibly traumatic things.
She’s a very sweet girl but very sneaky and falling into a bad lifestyle..She grew up in a very ghetto part of town and her friends are not smart or going anywhere in life..she’s smokes weed multiple times a day and misses school from 3-5 times a month for various dumb reasons (period issues, getting sick because she went out all weekend, headache, whatever).
Her weed problem is so bad she’s left the stove on and her candles burning multiple times to the point of singing surrounding furniture. Honestly all she cares about is smoking with her friends..she has this pipe dream of become a nurse but with her school attendance and weed addiction, I don’t see that happening.
She’s finishing her second last year of highschool and going into her last year in September. I’m moving out of the country and I don’t know what to do..she deserves an amazing life and future but she does not take anything seriously and could set my mom’s house on fire.
What can I do in this last month with her to help her? And what advice can I give my mom?

be 15. your dad is an addict. at one point, around 2006, he broke his back. was prescribed roxycodone. you were born in 2009. about 2011, he gets sober. finally, you’re happy. mom is with dad, and you’re growing up slowly. your dad gets a job, and works almost every day all day. never really see dad, only be with mom. develop a very strong connection with mom. dad becomes an alcoholic, falling back into addiction. gets fired, and stays at home a lot more. gets more into smoking weed, and drinking. you’re 10 years old now, and your life is about to go down hill. notice that over time, your dad has become colder. constant arguments over nothing. constant yelling. never feeling important or loved. go to mom for help, mom is on 2 xanax everyday since she was 15. she’s very jaded, in her own mind often. okay, no emotional support from mom or dad. you’re 13 now. april of 2023, argue with dad. argument becomes so intense he walks to the kitchen, grabs a butchers knife and begins to drag the knife on his arm, implying he’s going to cut himself. never forget that. always have that, amongst the countless, painful, blocked out memories from your childhood to haunt you. move out when you’re 14 in october with your mom into an apartment. life is good, until she begins to cheat on your dad with the neighbor. dad is under the impression that they’re going to get back together. now you feel responsible to keep them together, try and comfort dad but realize he’s fucked. everything is just fucked. so now, your dad has chosen alcohol and drugs over you, and now your mom has abandoned you for men. dude she’s cheating with has been an alcoholic since he was 15. 15 is such a weird age, huh? he’s 35 now. talks about sex life with mom so much. move out in april of 2024 to aunt and uncles house. things are good for a while, but now that you’re at peace, you realize how empty you are. how you really haven’t done shit in 15 years but survive. december of 2023, dad gets a DUI. was high off xanax when he called you, telling you he’s gonna hit as many people on the road as he can. feel nothing. you’re so used to it, you don’t even care anymore. empty threats are all you’ve known. threats of suicide, murder, self harm, whatever. it’s all too much, so you steal 2 xanax from your mom, some wine, and a 1,000MG edible. throw up in the toilet, and practically fall asleep with your head in it. mom saw your most pathetic moment on this earth, and she didn’t seem to care much. now you’re here. 15. only thing you want to do is make music. no confidence. no money. no hope. 3 years until you’re 18. what are you going to do now? college? finish high school? i’d ask my friends, but i honest to god have none. absolutely none. you do homeschool, so you’re alone a lot. but you’re so scared of bullying, you’re too pussy to go to real school. so you just rot. you just cry, until you can’t anymore. until you have to chug 9 glasses of water to even get a tear out. this is life. this is all it is. it’s over at 15. over forever. you will never get another chance to be better. you are a failure. reflection of negativity, so negative your peers pick up on your suicidal thoughts without you saying anything.

I haven't ever smoked weed before, but I do use edibles.
I have a friend who smokes, and I want to try it. So I want to buy some weed and then I'll let my friend show me how to smoke.
I can find the strain Tangery Diesel in the same shop where I buy my edibles. It's about 80% sativa and 20% indica.
Would this work for a beginner? Or is it too strong? Can I just make normal joints with it?

Sometimes I will listen to an old album and be hit incredibly hard with nostalgia which I can never help but have overwhelming feelings of sadness.
For example this evening I was listening to The Streets 'geezers need excitement' and 'its too late' (in album order) and those two songs played immediately after each other brought back incredibly happy memories of me and (at the time) my best friend sitting in his car at a lake, smoking weed and talking about absolutely everything at age 16.
Now I'm 32 live half way around the world from that place and haven't seen my pal for nearly a decade. This evening I was transported right back to that place and I nearly cried.
Who else gets this and what music makes you feel this way?

i (20f) have had a long past few years. i’ve fought with severe depression with suicidal ideation for the greater part of the pst decade. the past couple years have been really hard for me, ending with me finding solace in drugs. last year i spent every day high out of my mind with my friends, mostly just weed, mdma, acid, and ket. (acid and ket were probably my vices and i even though it’s really not usual to get addicted to acid my friends and i would argue that we showed a lot of the typical signs of addiction/dependancy for it) we pretty much abused everything we could get our hands on.
throughout the year i lost my job, one day i just stopped showing up and i never went back (an asshole move to make i know) and i ruined almost all the friendships i had. by my birthday in october i had virtually nothing except my family and their support.
for the year i spent nearly every day with two other girls, they were my best friends. our relationship was good but over time it got shaky, especially when we weren’t high.
in june i had a spiritual journey of sorts, i did a lot of stupid things, things that im honestly suprised i walked away from alive, apparently i must have some mad guardian angel working overtime watching me. but during that time i ended up pinky promising a stranger that i wouldn’t kill myself, the topic came up randomly and he made me promise i wouldn’t. and somehow that worked, i began telling myself i couldn’t do it because you can’t break a pinky promise and slowly i started working on my mental health and got to the point where i started to want to live again.
and with that i also started to feel better, i was happier with myself and i wasn’t having depression episodes anymore so i (foolishly) thought that i must have gotten better. until one week all the feelings that id been running from hit me, (it was probably pms that brought them out but i was a wreck anyway) and i didn’t know how to handle them because id ignored all the bad things for so long. so i tried asking one of my best friends for help, i think i asked her wrong. i messed things up and she said wasn’t in the right frame to talk to me and then never spoke to me again.
i went sober nearly immediately after that, i quit everything cold turkey and haven’t touched them again for around six months. i ended up having a whole “bella swan in new moon” depression moment where i sat on the couch all day every day for a few months until my dad started to get me out the house again, my dad pulled me out of that and became my anchor.
now im here and im so mentally exhausted, i haven’t found a new job yet, honestly im too scared of how ill react when i start getting paychecks coming back in because i know i have no self control and i still have every impulse to get high again. i had to close a fictional book the other day because i was insanely jealous that they were smoking weed and i cant.
i dont know what’s next, i dont know how to process the year i just had, i am back in a depressive episode and everything is making me so emotional and i feel like im suffocating. everyone is expecting things from me but im still stuck in the past, i just dont know how to live.

Recently there was a true crime episode on the murder of Colleen Slemmer by her Jobs Corp classmates Christa Pike, Pike's boyfriend Tadaryl Shipp and another friend. It was a spontaneous, gruesome murder, that took place in the woods of Tennessee.
Slemmer, was lured out under false pretenses of smoking weed in a nearby park with who she thought were her friends. She was murdered, left partially unclothed, her upper body completely exposed. And though the primary motive wasn't a ritualistic sacrifice, in the course of the attack a Satanic star or pentagram was carved into the victim's chest.
Though the satanic piece to the crime was an afterthought by the killers, it did link the crime to one of them, as Christa Pike's boyfriend, Shipp, practiced Satanic Worship. The murder was motivated by jealousy and rage, but even so, the symbolism left behind, might have solved the crime on its own.
There might be parallels to be found between a crime like the Slemmer murder, and what happened in Delphi.
The Delphi murders don't have to have been motivated primarily by a sacrificial ritual for the symbolism of such a ritual left at the crime scene, to lead to the killer or killers of Abby and Libby.
Coincidences do occur. Correlation does not necessarily imply causation. But when there is evidence that keeps pointing to a particular group of people, some of whom had a direct connection to one of the victims, I do not understand how this evidence is not followed up on to the fullest extent that the law allows. How is it just cast aside, especially when three respected investigators who performed their own investigation are convinced there is something there? Referring to Click, Ferency and Murphy.
Even if the killing of Abby and Libby was initially motivated by something other than a sacrifice, the mark of their killers at the scene, almost certainly will lead back to who did this. The crime scene was too distinctive and unique for it not to. All persons are innocent until proven guilty, and that's important to factor in. But even if innocent, there certainly appears to be some connection between certain individuals practicing Odinism and hanging out at Delphi Vinlander club, and the Delphi murders---evidence connecting them to these murders that might actually solve this case.
Here is the list of evidence that has still not been turned over to the defense, even though this case was scheduled to be in trial as this is written (from 2nd Motion to Dismiss).
Why?

The Exculpatory Nature of the Missing Evidence
Currently, the list of missing evidence that the prosecution has not turned over to the defense includes the following:
a. Video of BH’s first interview from February 17, 2017.
b. Video of LH’s interview from February 17, 2017.
c. Data from BH’s phone extraction from February 17, 2017.
d. Video from BH’s second interview with law enforcement taken at the Logansport Police Station sometime in 2017 or 2018.
e. Audio taken from BH’s second interview with law enforcement taken at the Logansport Police Station sometime in 2017 or 2018.
f. Any reports, notes or documents concerning or referring to BH’s second interview at the Logansport Police Station sometime in 2017 or 2018.
g. Mimicked Crime Scene Photo observed by Trooper Purdy on BH's social media page. h. Images Ryan Boucher sent to Trooper Winters on April 12, 2017.
Notice that all missing items are related to third-party suspect BH

When we first started dating a year ago she vaped. I didn’t know this prior. I basically told her that in order for us to continue she’d have to stop vaping because I don’t date people who vape/smoke cigarettes. She did and she started smoking weed instead
This was fine at the time. I think she smoked one blunt a day. It was nice to smoke together even. Over time her tolerance and craving became more and more. One a day became several a day. In the past there would be days when she couldn’t buy weed or just didn’t want to and she’d be fine. Nowadays not a day goes by without it. She said herself “I smoke from the time I wake up until the time I go to sleep.” And she’s not exaggerating now that I think about it, she smokes: in the morning if shes up early, on her break because she goes home for lunch, when she gets home after work, before bed, and if she can’t sleep
Additionally, she will always find a way to get weed. She will say she doesn’t have money to get good food, can’t afford dates, is worried about affording bills, etc. But with weed she is never without. All her friends also smoke so if she hangs out with them she’ll smoke even more
I used to believe that someone couldn’t be addicted to weed but I’ve since changed based on research. Although even when I held with belief I did express my concerns about her not being able sleep without and the amount she smokes. After I expressed these things she did roll back the amount and frequency but soon but eventually we got here. Hell, she’s been dealing with a respiratory sickness for past week and hasn’t modified her usage even a bit. During the time I held that belief, I honestly fed into the addiction without realizing: bought weed with her, we smoke whenever I’m over, and generally acted like I didn’t see anything wrong with it
I’d love it if we could still smoke together, but just recreationally. Like having wine on occasion it can be fine and fun but I’m concerned that moderation may not be possible for her
Addendum: I’ve suggested therapy a bunch of times since we’ve known each other and even shared resources with her. Just last week I started therapy at a new facility. Found out they have availability on weekends so I shared it with her. She says she doesn’t do therapy because she doesn’t have the time, also she doesn’t feel ready

I am a frequent user, but I have had the urge to get sober for years. I have had issues with alcohol and other drugs, but most consistently it has been weed (about 6 years). I smoke pretty much nonstop, but I want to apply for a job as a flight attendant and they drug test. I have chest pains and my throat is constantly sore and I’m just sick of feeling so out of touch, but it feels impossible to stop. Would anyone have recommendations for where to start? I’ve never been to any sort of meetings before. Should I go to AA or MA? Any advice would be much appreciated.

Hey - I've been smoking weed & Tabasco for a long time and also a lot. I want to quit now.
I read a lot about weed improve the Testo level.
I found one article on reddit from a guy claiming his gains were better after quitting alc & weed - but he didn't smoked as much as I do. And I barely drink at all.
I am scared my entire metabolism will change and I will have difficulty to gain muscles and gain fat instead -
PLEASE no "of course weed is bad! Every drug is bad!"
I am looking for answers of ppl that went through this exactly. Anybody experienced this??? And can help?? Pls!

So this past Sunday me this girl im dating were having a few drinks at her apartment so we are drinking having a good time smoke little weed.& out nowhere the vibe really change she tells me I’m being weird that I need leave I reply by saying “your being weird I’m perfectly fine”as I was putting on shoes trying leave as fast I could.i never touch her or did anything to make her feel uncomfortable im very respectful around women.she really made feel like I was kind of monster ready to attack made me feel horrible about myself .i have not replied to any of her massages since or know if I want to continue talking her .i will appreciate anyone that can give me there opinion my situation

What do you think an ideal society would like, what elements would it contain, what things need to exist in it and what things would it be devoid of and how would all those ideas be possible and make sense in a setting.
For me personally it would be something close to the shire from middle earth, minimalistic government where people kinda are just chill and good hearted on their own without law needed to be enforced, not a super giant advanced futuristic utopia rather a pre-industrial peaceful simplistic existence where people just chill out,eat,drink,smoke weed, have fun hobbies co-exist in harmony and only possess what they need to live a contempt, comfortable and cozy life where social heirarchy isnt that prevalent and society overall has a homely vibe.
What would your ideas be for such a society?

I was diagnosed with ADD a few weeks ago. I’m at my second year I’m university and I struggled a lot. I’ve had depression for 6 years but I had the longest and most severe depressive episode from the start of my second year until a few weeks ago. I won’t go into the details of the root causes / rationale of my depression because ultimately it is unimportant for this post and would take too long to write. But I hated my uni course, turned up to no classes or lectures and did no work, preferring instead to smoke weed alone and avoid socialising or leaving the comfort of my room for days on end.
After a serious mental health incident, I decided I needed help and was prescribed antidepressants (sertraline). It had many strange side effects, including turning me entirely asexual, but it seemed to prevent my brain from achieving the deep thought necessary for me to ponder my depressive thoughts instead of actually fixing the root causes. I feared that my thought was being limited and it was making me more stupid, while only truly making me emotionally numb rather than happy, so I stopped.
My parents later suspected I might have ADHD, because I always procrastinate, and find it extremely hard to focus on reading and work and always take ages to do work. I’d get a days worth of work done in 3 days and then get bored and procrastinate until I had a backlog of months worth of work to catch up on. I always suspected I had ADHD but never got it checked because this didn’t really affect my grades until university.
At first I was prescribed atomoxetine which was absolutely horrible. Basically turned me into a lobotomite zombie with no personality or social skills so I quickly dropped that as well, and then I was prescribed 27mg of Xaggatin (Ritalin / methylphenidate) and it changed everything.
Suddenly all the outstanding work was the outmost priority before my exams and most my day was dedicated to vigorously studying, reading and revising. Depression is comfortable; you’re too sad to do anything so you don’t do anything but if you don’t do anything you get more sad because you’re not doing anything and it gets harder to break the cycle. Ritalin forcefully snapped me out of this cycle and provided me the utmost determination to do so. Before I was bored by my work and distracted by distractions, now I am distracted by work and bored by distractions. I had no time to wallow in my misery because now, that was no longer a productive use of my mental energy. I was too busy to be depressed.
Don’t get me wrong, there are definitely bad side effects. It’s very hard to sleep and incredibly hard to eat. Even before trying Ritalin I’ve had issues eating but now even a bite of my favourite food, I need to force it down against every instinct of my digestive system. It’s also quite hard to relax and wind down because I’m uncomfortable spending my time doing anything unproductive. When I’m Rittling, during my breaks I watch YouTube videos at 1.25x speed so I can get it over quicker and get back to working.
But the benefits far outweigh the drawbacks. My essay I submitted since my prescription was my magnum opus and my two exams I took I revised for so thoroughly and restlessly that I’m confident I did very well.
I’ve been forcefully snapped out of the comfortable cycle of depressive inertia, and instead I am going to bed every night with a glowing sense of a achievement knowing that I am living to my full potential and feeling hopeful for the future that I could achieve with this chemically induced determination.
TLDR: So yeah Ritalin is pretty wild guys would recommend

Am I the asshole? I (16F) got pregnant with my boyfriend of 4 months (19M) during February 2023 then had my beautiful son during October 2023 a month early. my son is now basically 7 months and it feels like I’ve fallen out of love with his dad. To give some background it’s taken me these 7 months to gradually grow father away from my boyfriend, and it’s only happened because I feel he isn’t being a father to our son and is continuously putting himself his thoughts his wants and needs before me and our son. During our first month home from the hospital we slept in separate rooms me on a twin blow up mattress in our son’s room with our son. And him in our room. At the time my boyfriend had no set career so he was only able to get about a week for paternity leave. However during his paternity week he made no efforts to be a dad. He quite literally played video games all day smoked weed and slept. As well as constantly complaining about having to be in the hospital and the toll the hospital couches took on his body. Mind you I’m wearing diapers along with our son. Waking and sleeping every 2 hours. Changing every diaper. Running every bath. Not able to shower or eat unable to take a moment for myself because I had to sleep or go and clean dishes, do laundry, clean the room my boyfriend solo trashed, cleaning my son’s room etc. fast forward to now our son is almost 7 months and he’s very alert has a amazing personality even for 7 months and very little has changed. His dad will occasionally “do the dishes”leaving them still caked with baby foods. Never gives our son a bath has changed a total of 4 diapers 1 poop, dosent do laundry, unless I’ve left it unattended for a few days, and then, when he does do the laundry he does it angrily complaining about needing to do the laundry. he rarely spends time with our son has no problem to watch our son while I step away to go to the bathroom but won’t voluntarily spend time with our son will never play with him while he’s doing tummy time or try to talk to him while he’s in his walker. And I feel that I’m very fair with giving him opportunities. I often ask him if he’d like to spend time with our son I often give him the ability to spend time with our son without the responsibility of it basically meaning him and our son can do whatever they want and I will be there so that way if our son is hungry, throws his toy or has a fit im there for him. And my boyfriend seems to have no want for any of that. recently me, and my boyfriend had gotten into a fight. As I was trying to get our son ready to bring him outside, and I turned around to grab him a pair of socks mind, you, my boyfriend is a few inches away from our son, and within the time it took for me to turn my back in order to get our son a pair of socks, he managed to roll off of the bed. And of course it was my fault. My boyfriend completely went off on me. We are currently living with his parents and he told me that he would kick me out that he was going to call the cops on me as well as numerous other things. Point being in this argument I finally got to say some things that I haven’t been saying like how I feel like I’m raising our son solo how it seems like he has no interest in our son how I am the one who’s doing everything. And since this argument, every day a feeling has been growing within me. I’ve never really liked the phrase ick and I’ve never really gotten one before but sense me and my boyfriends argument everything that he’s doing is irritating me. my birthday is coming up next month, and last month I asked him what my budget was so that way I could pick out a bunch of stuff online for him just to order for me and he initially told me $200 which is now dropped down to 75. Mind you since last month and this month my boyfriend has spent almost $800 on a single hoodie and a single pair of shoes and is constantly complaining to me about how expensive everything is. I could keep going, but am I the asshole

Am I wrong for soft ghosting one of my “friends”?
Wow, this one might me a long one.
So I moved to (undisclosed location) sometime in the beginning of last year. When I moved here I really had no friends but became heavily involved in this yoga studio I went to and slowly but surely started to make friends/acquaintances with the teacher that instructed me.
From afar she seemed super cool and I became pretty enthralled with her and her life. I would look forward so heavily to going to her classes every week and was quite intrigued by her. I thought she was funny, bubbly, spunky, cool, and always made jokes during class that made me laugh. As months went by I found myself wanting to get closer and closer to her, and she even invited me out one time to one of her “events” she was hosting. Here’s the thing;
It seemed like we had a lot in common and was just generally craving camaraderie and connection. I felt a sense of belonging with her and wanted to expand that energy in my life, and wanted to do anything I could to get closer to her for those reasons. But I guess this is where we have the first red flag;
One day after class, she extended an invitation to me to a meet up of sorts, (I’m being sparing with details just out of fear she might read this) and when she invited me it seemed like it was gonna be this big thing with lots of people invited, and just in general in talking to her it seemed as if she was very well connected and respected within her community, had lots of friends and connects, and I thought this was gonna be a huge thing that I was even lucky to be invited to. I was super stoked and exited about it.
However when the day of the event came, I was super tired and slow to getting up that morning. I figured I would just make my way over whenever I could since it seemed causal and like you could drop in whenever. I also figured there would be more than enough people that no one would really even notice my arrival or departure. (Plus, sometimes it’s chic to be fashionably late ;) ). Well…. I was most definitely wrong.
When I showed up I heard someone excitedly shout my name, which was her, and she waved me down to the “meet up”…. There was literally only one person there and it had been going on for 2+ hours. I was definitely a bit unnerved, but also didn’t want to be rude, and like I said I was just kind of happy to be there and be getting invited to things. But it was kinda like, damn…. Are these all the friends you have?
I had dressed up and looked cute but they were just kind of wearing whatever and I felt awkward and overdressed and also embarrassed now that I was even this late because it was clearly much more intimate than I expected and my arrival/absence was DEFINITELY felt. We had chatted a bit and that was cool but then I remember her confessing me that she had cried to her husband earlier that morning that she was scared nobody was going to show up and how thrilled she was that not only one, but TWO people had showed up and that it felt like she had friends. I wasn’t really sure what to say or make of that.
She also…. The whole time (and mind you, this is our first legitimate interaction out of yoga class) just kind of kept talking maniacally AT me, not to me, and was coming off almost even manic, and she had formed a white crust of spit around her mouth probably from talking so much that I couldn’t look away from. To say the least, I was a bit disturbed coming away from this interaction but I just kept telling myself that I was being too judgmental of her and to give it a chance and that maybe she was just hyper that day and that I had probably had unintentional embarrassing hygiene moments as well. So I keep going to class and that’s that.
There were several other red flag moments between this first interaction and the next one, mostly just her incredibly cringey social media presence that I genuinely almost couldn’t stand to see without feeling like I was withering away inside, but maybe I’ll save that for later. It’s almost like I couldn’t just see that the person I thought was so cool in class and the person I was seeing her be online and outside of class were the same people. But I digress.
She had actually ended up inviting me to go with her on one of her international yoga retreats, and I was actually very excited about this. I had very little time with her in between classes, and my attraction (but also repulsion) with her was growing stronger and I wanted to figure her out and see what she was really about and what the pull I was feeling towards her was about. Plus, I love travelling and just thought it would be fun.
I had a pretty good time, but we didn’t get to talk much, HOWEVER, I do remember this distinct point during the trip where it was myself, 2-3 other fiends I had made, her brother, and her “best friend” who had happened to be her brother’s Gf in a room together, talking. the brother, the best friend, and the other friend I made just all completely started talking shit about her and I was so confused.
I felt super hurt by this actually, bc I felt like I had a inexplicable bond with the teacher who had invited me, she was the reason we were all there in that beautiful place, and I just couldn’t understand why they were choosing to be so negative about someone I thought they had claimed (at least by title) to love. They would say things like “I can’t fucking stand your sister” (one of the friends I made to the brother) and everyone would just sigh and put their hands in their head and be like “I know…. I know. It’s a lot. She’s a lot”. And I didn’t have anything to add to the conversation because I was just so confused and I knew the girl would just be so upset if she heard them saying this. Anyway… that confusion stuck with me for a while after.
Fast forward maybe a month or two, I started hanging out with her more regularly myself outside of class. I would say this is when we became more “friends”. She would invite me to other teachers classes and we would talk a lot about our lives.
I learned how she felt about her close friend and family connections, and how she often felt hurt and betrayed by people close to her and how some of her friends were actually really shady. I just got a general sense of her feeling scapegoated and libeled against by ppl that got close to her and how she had walls up for that reason.
She also shared to me that most of her family was cut off, with the exception of her brother who she had recently rekindled a connection with, hence why he was on that trip. I felt very bad for her and wanted to be a source of comfort and support, and she would often comment on how she felt a sense of camaraderie with me since I also (LITERALLY) had no family and how we have to make our chosen family. This was a sweet sentiment, for sure, but I was still sussing out how I felt about her.
So one day, a mutual friend that had been on the trip with us was having a birthday party and I guess that she was invited to it, too. She sat down next to me and I was SUPER excited to see her as I was craving her energy and hadn’t seen her in some time. But then… idk. She had had a lot to drink. I’m fully aware that she’s kind of a quirky individual, and has a way of socializing which I can sometimes find a bit uncomfortable or even intense, (like the first meetup I spoke of) but this time it was even more and seemed to be heightened by the drinking.
Her husband was sitting on her other side and kept trying to interject and insinuate that maybe she was doing a bit much, but I think she was drunk enough to the point that she just found it funny and had no awareness of how she was coming off. There’s not even a way I can describe it really, but she just seemed a bit obsessive over me and kept making jokes that were literally not funny and seemed to have lost all ability to read the room. I also had noticed that she had only had TWO beers and was acting like this already which I found… really strange.
So at some point she goes to the bathroom, and I also get in line for the bathroom about 5 mins later. When I get up to the bathroom, she’s still in there, and there’s a line of about 2 or 3 people ahead of me. When she exits the bathroom she immediately spots me and rushes up to me and just starts… drunkenly spewing.
I can’t even remember what she was saying, but we were in a pretty high class establishment and I remember her gushing over me and was saying “I just want to let you know that I don’t really have friends or let people close to me in my circle but I just want to let you know that YOU are officially in my circle and you have earned friend status to me and I’ve let you in my circle…” or something like that. And I just kept thinking, who tf even says that??? I’m pretty sure the last time I checked that friendship is a two way street and it’s not just a title we bestow onto some “lucky” person and that’s that. Like girl… let ME decide if I want to be friends too first.
It was partially that, and also the way she was drunkenly spewing was so awkward and embarrassing bc I could tell all the other women in line were like who tf is this bitch and why is she saying all this weird stuff and like, does she even know you?? Lol. Just a very odd interaction which again, I kind of wrote off, but the unsettling feeling kind of just kept growing after that point.
Then, the time that I REALLY knew something was up came up about a month later, but there are still some key details of this story that are missing. Perhaps I will discuss them later.
SO. About a month later, she invited me last minute to this concert of sorts. When I got there, I was super excited to be there, the vibes were amazing and we were having so much fun. But she had definitely had a lot, A LOT to drink. I didn’t mind at first, because everyone there seemed severely under the influence, but she would just start randomly kind of lashing out at people in the crowd and she thought it was funny? She first loudly and audibly started making fun of some guys shoes in front of us, and was trying to laugh with me as if I would join in, but when his girl friend turned around and shot her a dirty look, she had the nerve to be self conscious and mad about it. She would loudly poke fun at other people in the crowd too, but not in a ha-ha way, just in a straight up mean and asshole way and I could not understand why she would even do that or why she thought that was funny.
Again, I kind of just awkwardly laughed and brushed it off. But when all was said and done and the concert was closing, she enthusiastically invited me back to go to her house and soak in her hot tub. I kept saying are you sure?? But she was like please, PLEASE come, we have weed, we’ll smoke you out and other things and I wanted to continue the vibes because it sounded fun. And then….. completely downhill.
I had arrived back at their place before she did, but as soon as I saw them go in I knocked. When I walked in, she was pale faced up on the floor, non verbal, pretty much motionless, and staring at the ceiling. I was like oh no… it seemed like she got a bit too much to drink. I waited patiently there for a few mins, unsure of what to do as I had just drove for 45 mins and I was still 25 mins in the opposite direction away from home.
I kind of just sat around, and hoped that she would sober up. I asked if she was drunk… she said no. She ran to her bathroom multiple times while her husband (a complete socially awkward case himself) tried to take care of her while she threw up. I asked her if she puked and she also said no. So I didn’t really know what to do. I was trying to offer support/ empathy but she just kept denying any claims of anything being amiss. Her husband left to pick up a pizza and I probably just should’ve left but I’m telling you I had no idea how to exit their house without making it weird or awkward. And I also was hungry. So I just stayed… and waited for the pizza.
What happened in those 20-30 mins, I don’t even know if I can fully explain. She just became… so FUCKING WEIRD. she clearly was embarrassed that I was seeing her drunk, and I think was trying to over compensate. But she just turned into an absolute freak show and I’ve never been more uncomfortable in my life.
She started hoola hooping in my face, and making these weird gremlin faces and noises at me, fell to the floor, rolled round on the floor while continuing to make the noises, convulsed on the floor, but tried to do it in a funny way, tried to make an interpretive dance for me… I’ve truly never experienced something so uncomfortable in my life. I probably do sound like an asshole, but I swear you would just have to be there to see how a) gross and b) weird and actually scary it was. I was genuinely frightened.
I’ve never seen anyone act like that and I didn’t want to make her more uncomfortable or weird by showing her how clearly uncomfortable I actually was. so I just sat there and tried to laugh. But it probably came off as more of a grimace. And for the record, this woman is 33. I am 26. It was just. Obscene.
And she’s tried to act like and say multiple times that she’s like my “big sister”. Now I’ve seen a lot of drunk behavior, but not this. I wolfed down my pizza, and so did she, and she started to get even more philosophical and weird on me, showing me songs and art which were quite frankly some of the worst things I’ve ever heard in my life, and I left as soon as I could.
I was so shaken and disturbed coming away from this, because like I said earlier, I thought she was a cool girl, but honestly her behavior and lack of control over herself completely terrified me. And it’s not like she was drinking liquor, it was just damn IPAs. And I just did not know what to do.
Some details I will try to add to this story, even though I know it’s monolithic at this point , is that 2 months prior to this she had gotten fired from the studio she worked at.
She had a mental breakdown during class because the manager was being mean to her, and he fired her on the spot. I remember being so angry with the owner, (honestly he IS a piece of shit human being) but I thought he was being sexist by calling her mentally unstable and I thought the way he handled things was unfair.
I went so far as to boycott the studio and completely remove myself from it in support of her and followed her to her new one. After the drunk #2 incident, I didn’t hang out with her very much, and only saw her during her class as I was locked into a certain number of classes I had paid for.
I remember her telling me that she had just started at ANOTHER studio, and got fired 3 days after on her birthday and she was talking about how unfair it was and how much of an asshole that new girl was for firing her… and I believed her. AGAIN.
I went so far as to block that girl on Instagram too, but deep down I kind of knew that she had probably just been fired bc let’s face it… as I was starting to discover, she WAS a lot. and the studio was in an upper class area , catered towards more upper echelon people, and I just don’t think she was fitting that image. I lent her an empathetic ear, because that’s all I would want in that situation.
But where she fucked up was sending me screenshot proof of the text exchange between her and that girl, thinking I would take her side, and later sending me screenshots of another conversation she had with the OTHER manager. She told me that this new girl fired her for bringing her husband to class. In my mind I was like, oh no, is she racist!?! Because her husband was black. But no, that’s not what I read at all.
It was the most reasonable, level headed response to someone ever, and laid out multiple offenses and reasons she didn’t want her at the studio. The reasons were honestly so embarrassing that I don’t know why she would send it to me and think I would side with her. She recently also sent me messages with the other boss and the last thing he says to her is “I hope you get help for your mental illness because whatever you have is serious and will impact all your relationships and business and things that you do”. And honestly I can now say in retrospect that those were the truest words ever spoken.
When I read these texts, I had a look back at my whole relationship with and how she would always paint everyone else to be the villain and how everyone is so mean to HER… and the whole time the common denominator was her. It was always her. And it made me rethink everything.
I’ve even had extensive conversations with some of the other people on her trip that were talking shit and couldn’t stand her and they all told me the same things. How it seemed like she was the coolest person ever and had her shit together and seemed like she was going places… but deep down she was just an absolute mess and pushed everyone away from her. And I no longer felt like I was going crazy.
But like I said, she formed a really close bond with me (I think from her perspective) and said she felt like my big sister and family, and shared all these stories about her feeling isolated and shut out by people, but now here I am, doing the exact same thing to her. Icing her out of my life. And I just wanna ask you guys…
Am the asshole?

Am I wrong for soft ghosting one of my “friends”?
Wow, this one might me a long one.
So I moved to (undisclosed location) sometime in the beginning of last year. When I moved here I really had no friends but became heavily involved in this yoga studio I went to and slowly but surely started to make friends/acquaintances with the teacher that instructed me.
From afar she seemed super cool and I became pretty enthralled with her and her life. I would look forward so heavily to going to her classes every week and was quite intrigued by her. I thought she was funny, bubbly, spunky, cool, and always made jokes during class that made me laugh. As months went by I found myself wanting to get closer and closer to her, and she even invited me out one time to one of her “events” she was hosting. Here’s the thing;
It seemed like we had a lot in common and was just generally craving camaraderie and connection. I felt a sense of belonging with her and wanted to expand that energy in my life, and wanted to do anything I could to get closer to her for those reasons. But I guess this is where we have the first red flag;
One day after class, she extended an invitation to me to a meet up of sorts, (I’m being sparing with details just out of fear she might read this) and when she invited me it seemed like it was gonna be this big thing with lots of people invited, and just in general in talking to her it seemed as if she was very well connected and respected within her community, had lots of friends and connects, and I thought this was gonna be a huge thing that I was even lucky to be invited to. I was super stoked and exited about it.
However when the day of the event came, I was super tired and slow to getting up that morning. I figured I would just make my way over whenever I could since it seemed causal and like you could drop in whenever. I also figured there would be more than enough people that no one would really even notice my arrival or departure. (Plus, sometimes it’s chic to be fashionably late ;) ). Well…. I was most definitely wrong.
When I showed up I heard someone excitedly shout my name, which was her, and she waved me down to the “meet up”…. There was literally only one person there and it had been going on for 2+ hours. I was definitely a bit unnerved, but also didn’t want to be rude, and like I said I was just kind of happy to be there and be getting invited to things. But it was kinda like, damn…. Are these all the friends you have?
I had dressed up and looked cute but they were just kind of wearing whatever and I felt awkward and overdressed and also embarrassed now that I was even this late because it was clearly much more intimate than I expected and my arrival/absence was DEFINITELY felt. We had chatted a bit and that was cool but then I remember her confessing me that she had cried to her husband earlier that morning that she was scared nobody was going to show up and how thrilled she was that not only one, but TWO people had showed up and that it felt like she had friends. I wasn’t really sure what to say or make of that.
She also…. The whole time (and mind you, this is our first legitimate interaction out of yoga class) just kind of kept talking maniacally AT me, not to me, and was coming off almost even manic, and she had formed a white crust of spit around her mouth probably from talking so much that I couldn’t look away from. To say the least, I was a bit disturbed coming away from this interaction but I just kept telling myself that I was being too judgmental of her and to give it a chance and that maybe she was just hyper that day and that I had probably had unintentional embarrassing hygiene moments as well. So I keep going to class and that’s that.
There were several other red flag moments between this first interaction and the next one, mostly just her incredibly cringey social media presence that I genuinely almost couldn’t stand to see without feeling like I was withering away inside, but maybe I’ll save that for later. It’s almost like I couldn’t just see that the person I thought was so cool in class and the person I was seeing her be online and outside of class were the same people. But I digress.
She had actually ended up inviting me to go with her on one of her international yoga retreats, and I was actually very excited about this. I had very little time with her in between classes, and my attraction (but also repulsion) with her was growing stronger and I wanted to figure her out and see what she was really about and what the pull I was feeling towards her was about. Plus, I love travelling and just thought it would be fun.
I had a pretty good time, but we didn’t get to talk much, HOWEVER, I do remember this distinct point during the trip where it was myself, 2-3 other fiends I had made, her brother, and her “best friend” who had happened to be her brother’s Gf in a room together, talking. the brother, the best friend, and the other friend I made just all completely started talking shit about her and I was so confused.
I felt super hurt by this actually, bc I felt like I had a inexplicable bond with the teacher who had invited me, she was the reason we were all there in that beautiful place, and I just couldn’t understand why they were choosing to be so negative about someone I thought they had claimed (at least by title) to love. They would say things like “I can’t fucking stand your sister” (one of the friends I made to the brother) and everyone would just sigh and put their hands in their head and be like “I know…. I know. It’s a lot. She’s a lot”. And I didn’t have anything to add to the conversation because I was just so confused and I knew the girl would just be so upset if she heard them saying this. Anyway… that confusion stuck with me for a while after.
Fast forward maybe a month or two, I started hanging out with her more regularly myself outside of class. I would say this is when we became more “friends”. She would invite me to other teachers classes and we would talk a lot about our lives.
I learned how she felt about her close friend and family connections, and how she often felt hurt and betrayed by people close to her and how some of her friends were actually really shady. I just got a general sense of her feeling scapegoated and libeled against by ppl that got close to her and how she had walls up for that reason.
She also shared to me that most of her family was cut off, with the exception of her brother who she had recently rekindled a connection with, hence why he was on that trip. I felt very bad for her and wanted to be a source of comfort and support, and she would often comment on how she felt a sense of camaraderie with me since I also (LITERALLY) had no family and how we have to make our chosen family. This was a sweet sentiment, for sure, but I was still sussing out how I felt about her.
So one day, a mutual friend that had been on the trip with us was having a birthday party and I guess that she was invited to it, too. She sat down next to me and I was SUPER excited to see her as I was craving her energy and hadn’t seen her in some time. But then… idk. She had had a lot to drink. I’m fully aware that she’s kind of a quirky individual, and has a way of socializing which I can sometimes find a bit uncomfortable or even intense, (like the first meetup I spoke of) but this time it was even more and seemed to be heightened by the drinking.
Her husband was sitting on her other side and kept trying to interject and insinuate that maybe she was doing a bit much, but I think she was drunk enough to the point that she just found it funny and had no awareness of how she was coming off. There’s not even a way I can describe it really, but she just seemed a bit obsessive over me and kept making jokes that were literally not funny and seemed to have lost all ability to read the room. I also had noticed that she had only had TWO beers and was acting like this already which I found… really strange.
So at some point she goes to the bathroom, and I also get in line for the bathroom about 5 mins later. When I get up to the bathroom, she’s still in there, and there’s a line of about 2 or 3 people ahead of me. When she exits the bathroom she immediately spots me and rushes up to me and just starts… drunkenly spewing.
I can’t even remember what she was saying, but we were in a pretty high class establishment and I remember her gushing over me and was saying “I just want to let you know that I don’t really have friends or let people close to me in my circle but I just want to let you know that YOU are officially in my circle and you have earned friend status to me and I’ve let you in my circle…” or something like that. And I just kept thinking, who tf even says that??? I’m pretty sure the last time I checked that friendship is a two way street and it’s not just a title we bestow onto some “lucky” person and that’s that. Like girl… let ME decide if I want to be friends too first.
It was partially that, and also the way she was drunkenly spewing was so awkward and embarrassing bc I could tell all the other women in line were like who tf is this bitch and why is she saying all this weird stuff and like, does she even know you?? Lol. Just a very odd interaction which again, I kind of wrote off, but the unsettling feeling kind of just kept growing after that point.
Then, the time that I REALLY knew something was up came up about a month later, but there are still some key details of this story that are missing. Perhaps I will discuss them later.
SO. About a month later, she invited me last minute to this concert of sorts. When I got there, I was super excited to be there, the vibes were amazing and we were having so much fun. But she had definitely had a lot, A LOT to drink. I didn’t mind at first, because everyone there seemed severely under the influence, but she would just start randomly kind of lashing out at people in the crowd and she thought it was funny? She first loudly and audibly started making fun of some guys shoes in front of us, and was trying to laugh with me as if I would join in, but when his girl friend turned around and shot her a dirty look, she had the nerve to be self conscious and mad about it. She would loudly poke fun at other people in the crowd too, but not in a ha-ha way, just in a straight up mean and asshole way and I could not understand why she would even do that or why she thought that was funny.
Again, I kind of just awkwardly laughed and brushed it off. But when all was said and done and the concert was closing, she enthusiastically invited me back to go to her house and soak in her hot tub. I kept saying are you sure?? But she was like please, PLEASE come, we have weed, we’ll smoke you out and other things and I wanted to continue the vibes because it sounded fun. And then….. completely downhill.
I had arrived back at their place before she did, but as soon as I saw them go in I knocked. When I walked in, she was pale faced up on the floor, non verbal, pretty much motionless, and staring at the ceiling. I was like oh no… it seemed like she got a bit too much to drink. I waited patiently there for a few mins, unsure of what to do as I had just drove for 45 mins and I was still 25 mins in the opposite direction away from home.
I kind of just sat around, and hoped that she would sober up. I asked if she was drunk… she said no. She ran to her bathroom multiple times while her husband (a complete socially awkward case himself) tried to take care of her while she threw up. I asked her if she puked and she also said no. So I didn’t really know what to do. I was trying to offer support/ empathy but she just kept denying any claims of anything being amiss. Her husband left to pick up a pizza and I probably just should’ve left but I’m telling you I had no idea how to exit their house without making it weird or awkward. And I also was hungry. So I just stayed… and waited for the pizza.
What happened in those 20-30 mins, I don’t even know if I can fully explain. She just became… so FUCKING WEIRD. she clearly was embarrassed that I was seeing her drunk, and I think was trying to over compensate. But she just turned into an absolute freak show and I’ve never been more uncomfortable in my life.
She started hoola hooping in my face, and making these weird gremlin faces and noises at me, fell to the floor, rolled round on the floor while continuing to make the noises, convulsed on the floor, but tried to do it in a funny way, tried to make an interpretive dance for me… I’ve truly never experienced something so uncomfortable in my life. I probably do sound like an asshole, but I swear you would just have to be there to see how a) gross and b) weird and actually scary it was. I was genuinely frightened.
I’ve never seen anyone act like that and I didn’t want to make her more uncomfortable or weird by showing her how clearly uncomfortable I actually was. so I just sat there and tried to laugh. But it probably came off as more of a grimace. And for the record, this woman is 33. I am 26. It was just. Obscene.
And she’s tried to act like and say multiple times that she’s like my “big sister”. Now I’ve seen a lot of drunk behavior, but not this. I wolfed down my pizza, and so did she, and she started to get even more philosophical and weird on me, showing me songs and art which were quite frankly some of the worst things I’ve ever heard in my life, and I left as soon as I could.
I was so shaken and disturbed coming away from this, because like I said earlier, I thought she was a cool girl, but honestly her behavior and lack of control over herself completely terrified me. And it’s not like she was drinking liquor, it was just damn IPAs. And I just did not know what to do.
Some details I will try to add to this story, even though I know it’s monolithic at this point , is that 2 months prior to this she had gotten fired from the studio she worked at.
She had a mental breakdown during class because the manager was being mean to her, and he fired her on the spot. I remember being so angry with the owner, (honestly he IS a piece of shit human being) but I thought he was being sexist by calling her mentally unstable and I thought the way he handled things was unfair.
I went so far as to boycott the studio and completely remove myself from it in support of her and followed her to her new one. After the drunk #2 incident, I didn’t hang out with her very much, and only saw her during her class as I was locked into a certain number of classes I had paid for.
I remember her telling me that she had just started at ANOTHER studio, and got fired 3 days after on her birthday and she was talking about how unfair it was and how much of an asshole that new girl was for firing her… and I believed her. AGAIN.
I went so far as to block that girl on Instagram too, but deep down I kind of knew that she had probably just been fired bc let’s face it… as I was starting to discover, she WAS a lot. and the studio was in an upper class area , catered towards more upper echelon people, and I just don’t think she was fitting that image. I lent her an empathetic ear, because that’s all I would want in that situation.
But where she fucked up was sending me screenshot proof of the text exchange between her and that girl, thinking I would take her side, and later sending me screenshots of another conversation she had with the OTHER manager. She told me that this new girl fired her for bringing her husband to class. In my mind I was like, oh no, is she racist!?! Because her husband was black. But no, that’s not what I read at all.
It was the most reasonable, level headed response to someone ever, and laid out multiple offenses and reasons she didn’t want her at the studio. The reasons were honestly so embarrassing that I don’t know why she would send it to me and think I would side with her. She recently also sent me messages with the other boss and the last thing he says to her is “I hope you get help for your mental illness because whatever you have is serious and will impact all your relationships and business and things that you do”. And honestly I can now say in retrospect that those were the truest words ever spoken.
When I read these texts, I had a look back at my whole relationship with and how she would always paint everyone else to be the villain and how everyone is so mean to HER… and the whole time the common denominator was her. It was always her. And it made me rethink everything.
I’ve even had extensive conversations with some of the other people on her trip that were talking shit and couldn’t stand her and they all told me the same things. How it seemed like she was the coolest person ever and had her shit together and seemed like she was going places… but deep down she was just an absolute mess and pushed everyone away from her. And I no longer felt like I was going crazy.
But like I said, she formed a really close bond with me (I think from her perspective) and said she felt like my big sister and family, and shared all these stories about her feeling isolated and shut out by people, but now here I am, doing the exact same thing to her. Icing her out of my life. And I just wanna ask you guys…
Am the asshole?

Can anyone tell where can I get a room for a day for smoking weed and some alcohol?