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Hi
A few months ago I posted to Reddit hoping to get some opinions on those who have dealt with momzillas. Instead of that I got a flood of comments basically yelling at me to not get married with her involved and that it was a huge mistake and to get out asap. I should’ve. I should’ve listened. But I didn’t. I shrugged it off and I’ve learned my lesson and it’s one that hurts.
On my wedding day my mom had me up at the ass crack of dawn to get ready. Thing were going great until her boyfriend showed up. For context she’s a mistress. He has a wife and children. Regardless, she harassed me in to inviting him and “he already took the day off you’re an asshole if you make him go to work”. I wanted to keep the peace so I said sure. Shortly after arriving she’s all wrapped up in him as I’m scrambling to get ready. I looked over to her to ask for help and in front of me and a few of my wedding guests he smacks her ass. For me (idk call me crazy?) that’s a huge disrespect to me. I asked her if she was serious and to not be gross on MY wedding day and her reply was “oh here goes —- it’s always about them!!” Yeah duh it’s my wedding day I sure fucking hope it was about me for ONCE. Anyway so her bf tried to hug me and I shoved him away and told him to fuck off cause 1. He was being gross 2. I don’t know him like that 3. He told me to get over it and that everything was fine. I’m so SO thankful my wedding party stepped in to console me and tell me I wasn’t being unreasonable as my mother started cussing to herself and her bf.
From then on, she took me to get my makeup done and to the wedding venue and didn’t speak a word to me. (My SO who got stuck with her bf in a different car didn’t get anything much for marriage advice other than “don’t screw up like I did cause then you’ll be trying to leave like I am”)
We get to the wedding venue late thanks to her, she still gives me nothing for encouragement. Even in the wedding videos you can see she’s just not interested in being there. After we finally got wed, I had our best man step up to sign the papers as a witness. I always told him that he would be the one to sign. As I’m getting him to step over, she’s calling her bf at the same time to sign. I finally put my foot down and told her “no —- is signing” and she rolled her eyes, scoffed and said “ugh of course” and stomped off to wherever the fuck.
We go to take pictures and she’s bitching the entire time and the only time she seemed to want to participate was when she asked ME to take pictures of her and her bf. She also KINDLY reminded me to not post those specific pictures online as to not ruin anything for them. After pictures we head back to our house to eat dinner and she disappeared with her bf for about an hour and a half, comes in, goes to her room and starts having se* with him while my wedding party asks where she is and why she’s not sitting with us to eat.
I’ve since confronted her about this numerous times (we got married Halloween 2022) and every time she says “I will not apologize, it’s my body and my choice and you were rude to my boyfriend” and she continuously makes it about how I reacted to him being disrespectful and acts like I’m the crazy one. That, or she pins it on the fact that I overreacted cause my sister couldn’t make it to the wedding (sister had Covid and was stuck in another country, I wasn’t that butthurt)
Usually on special occasions she will write a heartfelt message or post a bunch of pictures (for me and my siblings birthdays or great accomplishments) and I usually look forward to it. For my wedding day she posted nothing. No heartfelt message, no congratulations. While I know that seems very stupid of me to be upset with it’s a constant thing she does so for her to NOT post was definitely disheartening. I asked her today if she ever intended to make a post and her reply was simply “well I wasn’t happy with you on that day so no.”
To this day she feels absolutely no remorse. Am I stupid for thinking I deserve an apology? I don’t have much family. It was her, my SO and like 4 other people on my wedding day. It wasn’t a lot but her energy shifted the mood for everyone. Every time I look at my wedding pictures I cry. Every time I’m reminded of how she acted I cry. I just wanted her to be there for me. I want her to acknowledge she was in the wrong and ruined my day but to this day she refuses to take accountability.
Thanks for reading. This time, I’m listening to what you guys have to say. I shouldn’t have gotten married but that’s for another post. I do love my SO and don’t regret him in the slightest.

So I’ve been absolutely inlove with this guy since I was 16/17 it’s nearly a decade later. And he’s 6 years older than me (we’ll call him OG)
Off the bat we used to talk all the time, super close, we’d hang out, go hunting, to breakfast and spend all day and night talking to each other. Since I was younger my dad found out, we had went to a football game together and I went over to OGs house and my dad was pissed. He threatened to beat his ass and I was grounded and it was kinda dumb, but I understand looking back since I was only 17 going on 18 when we actually started hanging out alone.
When I went to college we still talked, and he persistently snap chatted me, flirted, and would send me mildly inappropriate snaps (not full nudes) I finally got up the courage one night to text him and ask “what is this? I like you, we’ve been inseparable for like 3 years now” I got back a reply that he was not interested in anything and that we were basically just really good friends (still got weird vibes but began to accept it was never going to be more, I slowly started to distance myself and move on)
2-3 years later (he had came up to see me at school two or three times but nothing ever happened)
I moved home to the same town he lived in after college and again OG started talking to me constantly, I went over to his house a few times, and one night he sent me a text telling me “you can come over and smd and we can mess around if you want” I was annoyed and frustrated so I just ignored him as I didn’t want to be some fling since he was kind of a manwhore.
I shortly started casually dating, he of course found out (our families are friends and his older brother is my dads bestfriend) he would constantly pick on me and tell me not to be hoeing around and that I was a floozy and I shouldn’t be dating.
I tried to ignore him but we have such a past and with the family dynamic I feel like an ass to not talk to him (and I obviously was still inlove with him) so I would just call him on his shit and tell him to fuck off I was an adult and we weren’t together.
OG would come over and hang out, we’d go out to eat, and I started talking him lunch to work and we’d talk all the time— but I was casually dating a few guys.
I started to get serious with a guy that had kids, and OG found out and started making comments about me dating a guy with kids and shouldn’t I find someone who didn’t have kids and so on. Around this time I told OG once again that I still had feelings for him, and I got nearly the same response as the first time. But I was also super confused, because dude why are you so far up my ass but you claim you don’t like me.
So later that year I started dating the guy that I am still with to this day. OG immediately started to pick on that relationship, and would say things like “you’re never around anymore, how’s the Indiana kid” and just being condescending but trying to joke. He eventually started calling me Indiana because I spent time at his apartment out of state.
During the time I started dating my current boyfriend, I completely stopped talking to OG, bound and determined that it wasn’t going anywhere and I needed to move on.
He got a job transfer and met a girl that he is currently still dating. Fast forward like 2-3 years and at his brothers wedding he made his girlfriend stand up and like proclaimed his love for her and said she was the love of his life 🙄 when the speeches were finished he didn’t go see his girlfriend he came to my table, knelt down and put his hand on my leg— super awkward but I honestly don’t like his girlfriend and I wasn’t going to start anything at his brothers wedding.
The morning after the wedding his girlfriend was out of town to see her kid, and when I got to the venue to help clean up he immediately came and hugged me. After the wedding he would talk to me on and off— but seldomly.
About a year and a half ago my boyfriend got a job across the country, and I was planning to move once my lease was up. Two nights before I left I had plans to go to dinner with his brother and his brothers wife who I am very close with, he of course tagged along (his girlfriend was out of town) we went to dinner and he bought my food and drinks we had a great time, I tagged all of them in an instagram that night after dinner and he untagged himself the next day.
The next day I came back over to his brother and sister in law’s house, he showed up and brought his dog, I sat outside with him and his dog and we talked and then he gave me a hug and told me he’d miss me. I went inside and was talking to his sister-in-law and I was nearly in tears and told her “I need someone to tell me if I am making a mistake, I love OG so much, and if leaving is going to jeopardize that I can’t go”
She told me “we all know you’ve loved him since the day you met, and I don’t know what his deal is, but I know he cares about you, but since he won’t open up and talk about it, you need to forget him and do what’s best for you in this situation.” So the next day I left and moved across the country.
From then on over the next year and a half everytime I would fly home he was always around. He would show up to dinner, or at their house, he would always be right by me, always hug me goodbye and always text me for a few days following us seeing each other.

Okay so my great grandfather had many children of which one was my grandfather and one of his sister. From here my side of lineage is: Grandfather-Father-Me On the sister's side is: Grandpa's Sister-Her Son-His Daughter-Her Daughter.
There was no cousin marriage involved since the time of my great grandfather on both side which is quite common in Maharashtrian communities. All the generations have married in same caste however to totally unrelated people.
I am 26 M and now I am literally getting hounded every single day for marriage by parents. I have met the girl and she seems nice. Someone who can fit in our family.
My biggest concern is about the gene multiplication. I can see multiple external genes have been infusd on both sides but still need some opinions whether to proceed further or not.
I actually made a cool flowchart however this sub doesn't allow me to post pictures. Sorry for making this hard. Trust me guys this is not CAT question 😅

After a chat which lasted 20 minutes, one coworker that is more of a close friend started talking about life in general and I said something about how anxious folks often black out in their mind when they speak which may doesn't make sense to others as our mind is blank but body overactive.
I said "You don't look like someone who's overly anxious" but he said he's diagnosed with mild depression and anxiety which resulted later in life.
I told him about how I was always prone to anxiousness in my early childhood and started showing symptoms seriously when I was 12 with DPDR, depression when I was 13. I told him that I was also diagnosed with depression, insomnia and GAD when I was 16 but also with BPD 4 years ago.
He was confused and said that it's impossible, I had no fall outs, it seems like I have boundaries and principles, I seem sure of myself, I seem very calm and rational.
I find that this is my mask, this is also confirmed by my family. I'd rather die than let someone know how much I'm struggling. I'm the kind of person who's so lost but is grasping onto what they know to elevate anxiety.
Symptoms I share with BPD is impulsiveness but not the strong one, it's like when I'm stressed I start being social, binge drinking, not eat, take psychoactive substances, be more active, pick fights a bit more easily but also prone to uncontrollable SH which did lead to diagnosis. My mood swings aren't bad, it's just that I repress my emotions, just fluctuating confidence and as said by others, one day I laugh at their jokes and be extra social and then the next I could disapprove everything said with judgmental expression even if the joke was the same or like having only one day in a week where I'm extra happy and other days I'm left with no energy and snappy. I have rejection sensitivity and last summer I was exposed as having feelings for someone, I was freaking out but this guy came, heard and left in fury. In the same moment, I felt nothing and just said "Let's play beer pong 1v1" as a way to black out and usually this is how I deal with emotions. However, 2 weeks later we were at the party and I went to the toilet and some guy that likes me also went and this guy said "You must be popular among guys" or something like enjoying the spotlight and I attacked him badly, I said something about how I'm not even that kind of girl, what he even think he's accomplishing with that and that it's disgusting. I don't remember what I say under bout of anger but I also split a lot when I'm close to someone, only then you can see my split. I deal with chronic dissociation, DPDR and some kind of amnesia where I don't remember my life when I was younger than 6 and later from 7-12, it lead to people telling me a lot of stuff which I don't know and it left me confused such as me thinking I spent my childhood in a room with computer playing games just for my dad to say I was very social and wouldn't come home from playing with my friends until dark or also not remembering people who used to visit us constantly which is embarrassing, I've lived here since I was born yet I know no one. Lastly, while I seem to have unshakable identity, it mostly comes from my observations of others and thinking through their motives so I stop everything before it even happens, critical thinking and reacting from fear. I've always had better than average critical thinking skills as said by my first grade teacher in elementary school but I was not aware of that. I have no idea who I am, what I stand for, who I want to be or if I'm even able to be "someone", who I was, am I chill or am I temperamental (people are also confused) and simply my identity is badly separated from my consciousness.
In reality, I'm confused because life seems very... easy going? Yet, I never felt worse, it's like my mental health started seriously degrading last year when I was faced with myself. I had a chaotic childhood which I heard from others. Mom and dad who used to fight and yell while I was sitting in a room next to it with my sister and she said I was dissociated. I used to slam the doors and objects when angry because I learned it from my mom. I used to fight a lot, had problem in kindergarten. I was badly teased with abandonment from my dad like leaving me outside of the car and saying he'll leave me in the woods in the middle of nowhere and laughing about it with my friends while I was having a meltdown. One memory of my mom being red in the face, crying and yelling straight to my face "No one in this house freaking helps me" while vacuuming and something about how she's going to leave this house and go back to her parents which was a given in any hard situation. I was a child so I wanted to help so the next day I clean everything on my knees and chair just to be asked "What did you do?!" and her checking everything just to correct me. I was "separated" from my sister by my grandmother as for the privilege because I was younger and undeserving of better stuff. Chaotic bullying, neglect and "I have to have better stuff than you and you don't get to say a word" by my sister but the worst of all, manipulation and blackmail. I was a servant because I didn't know better, I was afraid she'll yet again blackmail me if I don't do something she asked me to do. My feelings were denied because "She's your sister, don't fight" and I was shushed from expressing my anger and hurt but the issue was never addressed by my parents, they always said it's who she is. They all played cards with abandonment and I became VERY afraid of it unconsciously. The ones that I remember is only when I was 6 and 2-3 memories from when I was 9, who knows what was happening in between.
I still don't know a lot of stuff but one that baffled me was 5 years ago, I was told I was sucidal due to my sister and her minimizing her feelings because she was feeling worse and one day she came unannounced to my apartment when I was near breakdown and she told me I just snapped, told her some stuff and kicked her out of apartment. I have no memory of it but considering me from that period, it checks out, she has no reason to lie. I was sick of being treated like a diary without it's own feelings, thoughts, wishes so more of a supportive robot who had to listen and help or otherwise I was the worst person ever.
Life now? They're all supportive. Is it because they realized how bad my mental health was and they felt guilt, I don't know. They're still emotionally unavailable and in some way inconsiderate but not nearly as before. My mom doesn't have anger issues as much as before but she seems very repressed, my dad is still avoidant but gets overly immersed in a role of a caretaker when I have dip in my mental health like uncontrollable crying, my sister says she cares and gives me stuff but I can't see it in an altruistic way. I'm full of paranoia, I still split on them badly because I'm used to their old selves, I can't comprehend the change. That's why I have same patterns as I had in my childhood so I repress everything and dissociate and I can seldom realize it's not appropriate to have them as the situation is extremely different now yet I will go back to the old self the moment it gets heated. However, when I'm not BADLY dissociating, I still find myself being very jumpy when I hear the loud noise which gets me into fight or flight mode, it also happened yesterday. I always fight when there's someone yelling or banging objects, it's something uncontrollable. Other times, I'm in the freeze mode.
I still have disorganized attachment style, I still reject people all the time before I get rejected or made fun of, I doubt people and I can't have feelings for anyone or I'd feel overly vulnerable.
I still don't know about my diagnosis but what if I just have CPTSD instead of BPD? I hate that I still have these patterns even tho the situation is different. If I was not hurt by the past, why do I still carry it into the present? I could have a fulfilling life but the fear is always stopping me.
So, anyone with CPTSD like this?

So, there was this Halloween book that my mom read to me and my brother every Halloween, it was a book about this character who I think is named Franky Jr. or Frankenstein Jr. or something like that. I've looked up both names and nothing comes up that is relevant. Anyway, the book was a picture book, it had an illustration of Franky Jr. on it, and the plot was him and his family (or it might have been just his dad) go out to pick the best pumpkin for the pumpkin contest. I remember one scene in the book where Franky Jr had a sister, with green skin and the Bride of Frankenstein hair. I think she was lounging on the couch or something like that in the book. Also, I remember near the end of the book, there were different monsters judging pumpkins, and I think Franky Jr. and his family might have won the contest. Please help me, I've literally tried looking for the cover of this book everywhere and I cannot seem to find it.

After eighteen long years, I stepped foot on the grasses of the forest of my hometown. As I walked through the dense forest, the sound of rustling leaves and the chirping of little birds surrounded me. I was overwhelmed with the odd feeling of nostalgia. After some time, I reached a glade. This place is filled with both the best and the worst memories of my childhood.
When I was young, I would come here with my little sister, Aria. It was like our secret place, where no one could hurt us. We would wander around, carve stick figures on the trees, and lie down on the grass and stare at the navy-blue sky. Living with an alcoholic father was not easy. But this place was our haven. Spending a few hours there, under the twinkling stars, surrounded by the trees, reminded me that the world was not as inhumane as my house portrayed it to be.
Aria loved exploring. When she was young, she would run after the bees and insects flying in our garden. She also had this weird obsession with shiny objects. Thinking about how she would stare at mum’s ring with her dumbfounded eyes and how her lips would take the shape of a circle in adoration of the white stone always makes me chuckle.
I found teardrops rolling down my cheeks as I walked up to a tall tree and found a drawing carved out on its bark. I was twelve when I had carved out the stick figures of my sister and me holding hands. The worst event of my life played again and again in my mind. We were right here. I remembered how happy I was in the calm before the storm.
The day was March 13, 1997. I was just thirteen, and Aria was seven. I distinctly remember sitting reclined on a tree. Aria was lying on the grass next to me. A cool breeze blew through my hair as I stared at the twinkling stars and the glimmering full moon. That is when I saw five orange lights moving high above the sky. They were moving together in a V-shaped formation with one in the middle and two on either side. It looked like they were all a part of one massive aircraft, which moved very slowly without making any sound.
“Hey Aria, look!” I said and turned towards my sister. But she was not there. I looked forward and saw her far ahead, running towards the lights in the sky. I shouted, “Wait!” But she didn’t stop. I sprung up and ran as fast as I could through the forest, dodging the trees in my way. A flash of bright light pierced through the darkness. It was there for just a few seconds.
My brotherly instincts told me to run faster and faster. My heart was racing as a feeling of dread filled my mind. I looked everywhere, between shrubs, behind trees and rocks. I looked up into the sky to search for the orange lights. They were gone. Aria was gone too.
Aria was the only reason I smiled, the only person whom I considered family. For the next four years, I was all alone in battle, fending for myself, fighting with my father and picking up empty bottles from our living room floor. By the time I was seventeen, I had had enough. So, I packed my bags and ran away to the town nearby. “I let her run away. Where did she go? What were those strange orange lights?” These thoughts haunted me every second of my life, constantly reminding me how bad a brother I was. I always thought I would never return. But then my father’s death forced me to come back here.
I sat against the same tree I did so many years ago and replayed the same moment thousands of times in my mind, trying to change the situation so that Aria would still be sitting next to me. While I was deep in my thoughts, I saw a flash of light in the sky. Then, I heard an animal walking behind me.
I turned around and saw a figure. It was not an animal. A human silhouette grew bigger and bigger as it walked towards me. I was amazed to see the girl standing in front of me. She was thin and withered, her lips were gray, and her skin was pale white. She had cut marks on her arms and right cheek. Her hair was shaved off. But I recognized those sweet brown eyes and that small button nose immediately. That was my sister.
She was staring at me. She had recognized me. A small smile formed on her face. I was overwhelmed by happiness, confusion, excitement and relief. I tried to say something, but I couldn’t find the right words to express the emotions that had taken over me. She came closer. I ran towards her with my arms extended out and hugged her tightly. We stood there for a long time, oceans of tears flowing down our eyes. During that time, I didn’t want to know what had happened. My sister was snuggling in my arms, and she was safe. That is all that mattered.

I (28f) have been in three long term (2-4 years) relationships in my life. I was recently broken up with a guy who I thought was the one. We only dated for a couple of months and his reason was because he needed therapy and just wasn’t there which I support.
Although, he did take me on a vacation and I met most of his close friends, he told me things that lead me on etc.
A week or so after the vacation was his birthday which was fun, I got him a gift and he said no one has gotten me a gift in years and seemed appreciative. In the following days the communication dropped off from the usual pace. We FaceTimed and he started to show his true colors by getting into an argument about women’s rights and people of color in the workplace as higher ups, he was drunk at the time.
The next day I wanted to talk to sober him so I shared part of my life story and why those things were important to me. He didn’t say much which I didn’t expect him to. But the following days he made plans with me, backed out then eventually came over and broke things off. I kind of regret not breaking up with him first but I tried to give him a chance.
When he broke things off he told me he met with one of his friends/coworkers girlfriends who is a therapist the week prior, which I thought was weird that he went to her instead of me because he knew that I’ve been to therapy and am supportive of anyone and everyone going.
He said he wasn’t there probably because of past relationship stuff and the death of a parent.
I just can’t help but wonder why he didn’t come to me? Did he cheat on me? There were subtle things that eluded to these concerns (text saying”Here”) and that he wasn’t invested (didn’t want his family knowing i was there), even though he seemed like it most of the time. It just sucks.

I’m somewhere on the age between teenage and adulthood (no specifics because yeah). I’ve been pretty sure of my sexuality as a lesbian but lately I’ve been seeing all my friends get into relationships with guys, family members getting together with the opposite sex. And I’ve been thinking about how nice it would be if I could just settle down with a guy, but the thought of it feels..wrong to me.
The problem lies in the fact that I’ve a) never dated a guy and b) have had multiple negative experiences with men. These 2 have been my main confusing?? problems because maybe I just haven’t gotten enough experience to make a choice or honestly maybe I’ll just find a guy one day that can convince me.
Doesn’t help that I’m from an Asian country that doesn’t support gay marriage. I feel like I’m indebted to my parents to at least marry a guy and have children, live the typical nuclear household life.
Yeah. I’ve considered the possibility of being bi/pan but again the idea of being with and attracted to men doesn’t really appeal to me. Maybe I’m just insanely repressed.

I just wanted to share my experience in case it helps someone else. I tried to call to schedule an appointment for several new and one renewed application for a family trip, but they definitely don't allow you to schedule an appointment for more than 14 days ahead of time. The line on the phone was busy, but my spouse called at the same time and got through. The earliest appointment I could get was on the day we flew out, the morning of. I asked if we could see if there was an appointment at another agency in the same call, and the guy said that we could only have one transaction per phone call. I asked for some more agency-specific questions about the Chicago office, and he told me he couldn't answer any questions and there wasn't a number I could call. Thank goodness for Reddit!
After reading on here, I was reasonably confident that we would be able to get the passports in time since our flight was that evening. We booked a hotel in Chicago so that we could be on time, but we hit some really awful traffic and actually got to the office 7 minutes after our appointment time, even though we left quite a bit ahead of time. As stressful as that was, we went through a security line which took maybe 10 minutes, then we went upstairs to the 9th floor and waited for maybe another 15 minutes in line.
There were several other people there who had been up multiple times because they had forgotten things like travel confirmation sheets and had to go back down to their cars. There were a few people who had cell phones go off, and they were real sticklers about not allowing anyone to use the phone function on their phones (texting/Internet use is fine).
A lot of people seemed to be in the same boat as I was, flying out on the same day of their appointment at the passport office. When I submitted everything, I was told to come back between 2-4pm to pick up our passports (4 of them).
I got back at 1: 00 just to be safe, and the guy told me to just hang out in the cafeteria, so I sat there for about a half an hour before going up, which is when it seems like everyone else was starting to come back for their passports as well. I sat there for about 2 hours as the room kept filling up with more and more people waiting for their passports. I got mine around 3:30.
I saw a lady try to walk in to get an appointment and was told by security that there are no walk-ins. Several other people outside that were desperate for passports.
Anyway, hope this is helpful for someone.

Well if nobody needs these “assault weapons” because they are so deadly and violent, well I don’t see any anti gun people saying this when Uncle Sam uses “assault weapons” to kill children in the Middle East.
Recent shooter was a trans, family said that they didn’t think they should have fire arms and raised multiple red flags in the past. To these people it’s not a problem until they can use it for their own agenda. Stop using children for your political agenda and remember, that Austrian guy you love to compare anyone you disagree with to is credited with saying that to control a nation first you must disarm its people.

Hi everyone, I was fortunate enough to get into both UW-Madison and Northwestern RD and now I need to make my decision on where I am going to go. My CoA at UW-Madison is $18k while at Northwestern it's $35k. I'm reasonably certain I'd be able graduate UW debt free, but not quite sure about Northwestern. My goal is to work on rocket propulsion at companies like SpaceX, Blue Origin, etc. The main thing I'm concerned about is if it's any easier to get well paying internship/coop opportunities and careers in that field at Northwestern over UW, as well as if build teams/clubs are any better to help me get those positions. I'd also really appreciate any thoughts about other aspects of both colleges.
In addition, has anyone had any success with appealing financial aid here? If so how did you approach it? I feel that $35k a year(the net price calculator gave me $25k) is well outside of my family's ability to pay for debt-free, which is what Northwestern supposedly guarantees.
Thank you guys for your help!

I'm sure this has been said before, but I'm posting this for anyone who needs a reminder.
Around 2 years ago, I posted here (from a different account) asking for advice about getting in contact with my mom again. Most had warned me it was a bad idea, that it wasn't going to end well. At this point, my mother had consistently ignored my requests to please leave me alone; because I blocked her everywhere, she called with random numbers, sent emails from random addresses, asked family members to forward messages, etc. Get this, she eventually MOVED halfway across the planet to be close to me. This obvious violation of the one thing I needed from her should have been enough for me to see she hadn't changed, but eventually, she wore me down. Every message was filled with I love you so much, I'm lonely, I need you, I'm sick, I'm proud of you, I'm sorry. The guilt eventually became too much, and I fooled myself into believing she'd 'calmed down' in old age and was 'finally working on herself'. So one day, I answered one of those calls. It lead to me unblocking her and us texting again, and finally, we agreed to meet.
The first 2 times went great, but honestly, I expected as much, and it took a lot of effort on my side to make sure it did by avoiding the 'wrong' topics, reacting sympathetically to everything she said without challenge and NEVER mentioning 'the past' or my pain. I understood subconsciously that in order to have a 'good' relationship with her, I'd have to become what she wanted - a mindless puppet. For some reason, I was willing to do that. She just seemed so nice and apologetic. We laughed and talked for hours.
The third time we met up, it went great as well, so much so, that I stayed at her apartment into the late night. Eventually, we had 1 glass of wine too many (I'm an absolute idiot for getting drunk around her, but she knows exactly how to get me to let my guard down) and I let slip the tiniest sign of dissent. She brought up 'the past' with increasing frequency in an attempt to see how far she could push me into submission, how much she could lie to my face without me cracking. At one point she said she didn't understand why x disliked her so much, and I told her it's because she always treated x like shit. All hell broke loose after that. We spiraled. It took her getting physically imposing and calling me a manipulative monster for me to snap out of it and realise I was no longer a defenceless child. I took my things and bolted (with her suddenly small and meek, crying and begging me to stay). I haven't seen her since that night.
To this day she continues to contact me through dubious means. Her current strategy to get me back (and trigger for this post) is bringing up a surgery she will undergo ad nauseum, going as far as to give the hospital my number as her primary contact in case something goes wrong or she needs someone to pick her up.
No matter how good of a nice guy act they play, no matter for how long. No matter how sweet their words and tempting the idea of 'having a mom/dad again' is. No matter how guilty they try to make you feel, no matter how much you've moved on and forgiven them. DO NOT CONTACT YOUR NPARENT AGAIN. The mask will inevitably slip, and you will be left picking up the pieces and starting the grieving process all over. Stay strong. Stay safe.

I know we're all overworked, but I'm trying to help some family members with a situation they're in. They were kind enough to let a drug addict, whose parents were going to kick him out, stay at their house. Their house has a sort of apartment unit. They let him stay there, without paying any rent, at a loss for them (the cost of utilities skyrocketed).
Long story short, he has continued drug use and caused a ton of problems. My parents gave him notice to leave in early February that he has to leave by today at a certain time, and he refuses to leave. When he refused to leave, and an hour had passed, my family members changed the locks. Within minutes, he called the police on us, who sympathized with us, but had to do what they had to do to ensure no self-help, because they can't make the determination that he's not a tenant. The exact words of the police were "we're not stupid, we know what's going on, but we have to enforce the law."
I know that if this goes to court, this is a pretty open and shut case given he has no legal rights to stay based on the contract between them and the arrangement. I am just looking for more immediate remedies. My family members are old, ill, and do not deserve to be going through this. One of them has been shaking ever since the police arrived, she's so frail. They were just trying to do something kind and I can't believe how disgusting these people turned out to be.
They have also arranged for another person to actually come rent the place starting April 1, because there's been more than a month's notice (with multiple notices) about the situation and the guy staying in my family members' unit never said anything about his intentions.
In California, does anyone know what the best course of action is right now? Is it to call the police re trespassing? Or unlawful detainer even though he's not a tenant?
Even advice on what to search in westlaw would be so helpful.
If you're soo kind as to help us pro bono, I can give you my contact info too. I know, I know big ask because we're all dying over here...but for some of us it's slow, so any help is appreciated.

I know we're all overworked, but I'm trying to help some family members with a situation they're in. They were kind enough to let a drug addict, whose parents were going to kick him out, stay at their house. Their house has a sort of apartment unit. They let him stay there, without paying any rent, at a loss for them (the cost of utilities skyrocketed).
Long story short, he has continued drug use and caused a ton of problems. My parents gave him notice to leave in early February that he has to leave by today at a certain time, and he refuses to leave. When he refused to leave, and an hour had passed, my family members changed the locks. Within minutes, he called the police on us, who sympathized with us, but had to do what they had to do to ensure no self-help, because they can't make the determination that he's not a tenant. The exact words of the police were "we're not stupid, we know what's going on, but we have to enforce the law."
I know that if this goes to court, this is a pretty open and shut case given he has no legal rights to stay based on the contract between them and the arrangement. I am just looking for more immediate remedies. My family members are old, ill, and do not deserve to be going through this. One of them has been shaking ever since the police arrived, she's so frail. They were just trying to do something kind and I can't believe how disgusting these people turned out to be.
They have also arranged for another person to actually come rent the place starting April 1, because there's been more than a month's notice (with multiple notices) about the situation and the guy staying in my family members' unit never said anything about his intentions.
In California, does anyone know what the best course of action is right now? Is it to call the police re trespassing? Or unlawful detainer even though he's not a tenant?
Even advice on what to search in westlaw would be so helpful.
If you're soo kind as to help us pro bono, I can give you my contact info too. I know, I know big ask because we're all dying over here...but for some of us it's slow, so any help is appreciated.

I don't know if anyone has ever experienced a such high level of dissociation after your breakup. I dated a guy through our my freshman year, I guess I could call him my real first love, my first boyfriend. Things were really good in the beginning, like really fucking good. The more time I spent with him though the more I started to pick and the smallest things. I would feel guilty/sad and jealous just from him not being able to call. Whenever that would happen I had this little voice telling me that he's going to abandon me. That he really didn't care about me. He would only be gone for a few hours, sometimes days for vacation but that was from his family. His parents started to notice we were fighting like a lot on the phone. I would tell him I wanted to break up with him and never see him again. It sounded evil but I felt comfortable in seeing feel how I felt, while he was begging for me not to do it and not end things. This went on for our whole relationship of me being pity and not regulating my emotions. What really didn't help was his parents telling me I was manipulative (they weren't wrong. But my head was in the gutters) everytime we fought id self harm and take pictures on my snap account just for him to login and see it. I felt so fucking horrible all the time. I genuinely hated it. I hated how I treated him, I hated that he had to beg for me back. As he did this practically out whole relationship for 10 months. I always just wanted to be with him and when I couldn't I felt so horrible. It was love but not the good kind. It was obsessive love, I don't even think you can consider the word love in it. I would skip weeks of school and just sleep the whole day. I was depressed and failing academically. My parents werent too proud either. My mom would tell my that I'm ruining this boy and hurting him. I agreed. Somewhere in July I attempted suicide. I was placed into inpatient where I remained for a month or so. I felt so nauseous the whole entire time (I think this is when my dissociating really hit) I would dissociate all the time and just stare off into space while life was happening all around me. Eventually I got out but and he waited for me but things still continued and we eventually broke up.
It kinda felt like I lost the other half of me. We fought a lot but we had really good times. Ever since ive found comfort in being alone and I really don't think I need anyone. I've been doing dbt therapy which has helped so much and I'm so grateful I can get therapy near me that really helps. I tend to dissociate so much more then I did when I was with him. I don't really talk to that many people now, I have a few good friends but I keep more to myself. I'd like to believe it has nothing to do with our breakup and I'm just maturing but I can't really say. I've finally learned self love but dissociating is still really hard for me to control. My mind wanders in this big space and I can't seem to catch it.

I know this will sound really spoiled but I would be lying if I said I wasn’t upset at all by it.
I recently turned 18 (f) and my parents had been asking me what I wanted as a birthday gift, and for the first time in years I actually let myself ask for something (some paints that I had really been wanting to try out for a while). I’m really bad at asking for anything because it makes me feel guilty, even though we’re pretty well off and don’t struggle financially or anything.
Two days before my birthday is my step-dad’s birthday (I’ve known him since I was 6) and my mother had been planning a surprise party for him for a while (for the day after his birthday). I helped a lot with organising and stuff, I lost many hours of my day that day helping and organising, serving guests and covering for my mother at her job (it’s a family business and sometimes i do my mother’s job). My step-dad didn’t even thank me nor introduce me to any of the guests who were his childhood friends and hadn’t met his family yet, even though I was around there doing things.
And it’s not like this is the only time I’ve helped the family or anything, I do house chores a lot and make dinner every single evening, serve food, help with the family business while simultaneously going to school and doing all my studies.
My birthday arrives and I decide to walk around town. I was thinking of meeting a friend of mine (the only one who lives in that town, I didn’t wanna bother anyone else and make them travel) but she couldn’t meet me. I wasn’t too upset by this by any means, as prior years I straight up hadn’t celebrated because of covid and stuff. When I got home, my step-dad asked me how my day went. Usually I would have just said “fine” because I'm just not used to talking to him about my day, but this time I decided to actually be honest and I said “it was a bit boring”.
He immediately got defensive, told me to stand in front of me (just like he always does when he scolds me and/or interrogates me) and asking me why, I told him the reason (that my friend couldn’t meet me that day) and he just started yelling at me basically and telling me it’s all my fault and I’m the reason I have no friends and that my shitty non-exitent social life is my fault (I do have friends, just not so many and I’m ok with that). He proceeded to get even more angry when I started crying, telling me to stop the “comedy” I was doing. I really didn’t wanna talk to him about my day if he was gonna be like this. He’s not always a bad guy but he has his moments. Thankfully my mother had my back and defended me, she said the things he was saying were completely not ok. They got into a big argument about it because she thought he was acting like a huge a-hole for no reason.
Like I said before, it’s not like we’re having any money problems or anything. We’re financially very stable and comfortable, we don’t feel any difference between the first and last day of the month. It’s been a little over a week since, and a few days ago he told me that he didn’t get me one because of the “comedy” I did on my birthday.
I don’t wanna sound spoiled because I know there’s plenty of people who have it way way worse than me (financially and emotionally), but I just can’t help but feel completely unappreciated, I’m really low maintenance and I never ever ask for anything, including money for school supplies (I use money I’ve gotten as a chirtmas gift from my family in another country).
Bonus point: just yesterday my step-dad randomly got my younger brother a gift (wrapped in gift paper and all) for no reason, his birthday is many months away :’) but at least my brother seemed happy
Thank you so much to those of you who bothered to read this long rant :) I hope you have an amazing day

My gf and I (both 25F) have been going through a rough patch recently. We've been together since 6 years, everything was going great. She always struggled with depression and anxiety. We also had sex quite frequently then one day she came out as demi-sexual. This didn't affect me much at the time because she told me she was demi- that is, she feels sexual attraction for me but only when I'm near her.
We were very much in love and everything was going nicely. Her family is very very abusive so I kind of took her under my wing and moved to the other side of the globe. Here's how it went, I moved to another country alone. I worked and struggled mentally for nearly a year, I payed for her uni so she could come on a student permit and get away from her abusive family. I add this detail just so that you can get an idea of our dynamic, she doesn't work currently as she gets very tired with uni and I support her financially. I have no regrets about this, she's truly one of the most intelligent human being I know.
However, when she moved in 3 months ago, we started facing compatibility issues. Compatibility issues over a lot of things, including sex. We had issues over her being insecure and over-protective and controlling. For instance, we met some poeple at a board game night and she didn't like it that I was talking to a guy 1 on 1 (to be fair, I'm fully lesbian and the guy was talking about guns and I love guns). She wouldn't like it if I was wearing short shorts to answer the door. She wouldn't like it if another girl was looking at me. Me, I don't like it when my partner is jealous, I wanna feel wanted. I know her jealousy stems from insecurity but I hate it.
On top of all of this, I feel like she sabotaged the relationship as I'm very chill as a person, I had always been loyal 100%. I don't get jealous so when other people look at my gf I don't fight and she hates that. With all of this fights and talks, I realized that she's not in the wrong 100% but we're just not compatible. I tried sharing my sexual fantasies with her and she lashed out at me for being disgusting although she apologized later but it was too late.
With all of these behaviors - jealousy, lashing out, not letting me be friends with guys, commenting on stuff that I wear, not having sex with me, I have all this frustration built in.
I try to talk to her but there's always a pretext until she finally admitted that she started feeling asexual even with me. I have a very high libido, I am a beautiful woman and this leads to 2 things: unwantedness when I know I should be wanted and me just devoring other women in my mind whenever I see... Potential.
It's crazy annoying, I feel guilty af, I can't share this with my gf without her 100% throwing a tantrum again. We tried discussing an open relationship which lead to a tantrum until I told her that I don't want it. It's just pure incompatibility. My life with her is PEACEFUL when we're not fighting but I can't do it anymore.
I want to know how to break up with her, without cutting her off financially. She just moved too, so it takes a lot of time to get settled, get a job etc... I don't want her to leave or go back to her abusive family. I don't want her to be depressed. Any solutions for this? How slow should the break up be to avoid shit hitting the fan?

i don’t really like my life and i don’t want to keep living like this for the rest of my life. i feel so extremely tired all the time but then i can’t sleep at night. it’s so draining to be around other ppl. i’ve distanced myself from others and now find it hard to socialize without being awkward because i’m overthinking every little thing i do. i’m scared what ppl think of me when i do or say shit so i normally stay quiet. i only have one guy friend and i can tell he’s distancing himself from me. i’m only friends with girls because for reasons i felt like i couldn’t relate to guys so i became friends with girls since i wasn’t supposed to relate to them so it didn’t feel like i had to. now i get anxiety when i try to make guy friends because idk how to talk to them. i cant relate to them at all. i hate myself for not being a typical teenage boy. i don’t know who i am anymore. idk what i like or what i want and my appearance is constantly changing be. idk what i look like. i look different in the mirror each day and i feel like i look a lot younger and scrawny compared to other ppl and get self conscious about it even tho others think i look my age. my heart is constantly racing and i hate how my face looks so i always cover with my sleeves or in my hoodies. i hate my body in general. i feel like my parents are embarrassed of me even tho they show no type of actions for me to think that. idky i feel this way because i have a decently good life with good friends and a family that loves me but this year has just been so draining. i can barely wake up in the morning for school and i have very little motivation to get good grades but when i do it’s short lasted. i have so many intrusive thoughts about dying. i think i might have mental health issues but then i see someone who has it “worse” than me and i think i’m just feeling this way for attention even tho i don’t tell anyone about it because i don’t wanna be annoying. i can’t even tell if i’m joking or not. i cant tell if i rly feel this way or if it’s just all in my head. all i do is hold on to the past. i miss when i was constantly happy. i miss when i barely had anything to worry about. i wish i had normal thoughts. i miss the person i used to be. i don’t really feel anything and i wish i could just cry. i wish i looked normal. i wish i could act normal. i wish i was healthy. i wish i was like so many other ppl but me and i hate it. i’m conflicted with so many feelings and idk how to handle them
lol i prolly just need therapy

So i was dreaming that my dog ran away through the woods and i went looking for him and saw my ex toxic friend from long time ago and i think she told me where he went but i’m not sure i just know i was suprised to see her and she didn’t look very happy. Then when i went that way i saw something unexpected in that area - a new huge beautiful football stadium (sort of); later i noticed there was two of them and there were huge white thick stone stars that lead to the stadium downwards cause it was deep down in the ground. As soon as i saw my dog on the field in the stadium and how some kids were kicking ball on him i immediately ran in speed of a thunder down there and while i was running i was shouting that they leave my dog alone. When i came downwards i picked him up and some two younger girls were saying smth to me i don’t remember what but i brushed them off and then some guy also younger than me threatened me that he was gonna poison my dog and then i got furious and threatened him that if he does that i’m gonna murder his entire family and he didn’t say anything back so i rushed upstairs to leave cause they all had evil vibes. When i was leaving i saw a middle aged guy on his small balcony looking at me and then i immediately somehow found myself again at the entrance before that stadium but this time i was entering again even tho a sec ago i was leaving. Guy was at the balcony again and looking at me and btw this time my dog wasn’t with me. Something lured me inside that entrance and i found myself in the dining room with strange people with even more evil vibes and that guy was there too. There was a girl with short pink and purple hair, charming eyes and two tattooed lines on her lips explaining how they all love to dominate (smth like that) but before she finished saying her sentence i quickly realised they were cannibalis and i was their prey so i got up from the chair immediately and started running but i don’t remember anything after that anymore. What the hell does this all mean?

I’ve been with my partner for years and only three people in my life know. It’s only hidden because I’m dependent on them and they would lose their mind. Just curious how it went with other people’s situations and the reaction they got.