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2023.05.29 04:39 nohemi_trevino The Cage
That day, the room was bright. The blue square was opened. Mother opened the blue square once a week to give us something called vitamin D. It was always very bright, the square. Most times, there would be a white wispy substance infecting the blue.
Lily Pad and Billy Joe were standing in their own cages as we all waited for Mother to come back. Every time she opened the blue square, she would have to ascend these dark stairs. Where they would go was unknown. I called it the Above.
Mother's footsteps were heard after a while, and she came towards the cages with bags. I left forward to the bars, holding one with my left hand and holding out my right one in anticipation. She came by each cage and gave us our food. A piece of meat surrounded by two slices of bread. A popping drink in a flimsy cup. Sometimes, Mother would give us a hard cup, filled with the clear, cold drink. She said they all had names, but she had never taught them to us.
I bit down on the meal. It was filling. The drink was less poppy than usual, but that was alright. The cage was quiet, and Mother was too. Time passed until we all finished. Mother took my trash, and Lily Pad's and Billy Joe's. Back to the Above, and then back to us, and in between, I noticed the blue square close again.
Mother looked strange when she arrived. Her face made me worried. "Children, we need to leave. Come with me," she said. I heard loud noises from the Above, but Mother rushed me out and I had no choice. I could barely see, but I had to move.
Wherever she was taking us is unknown because the noises got closer. They took me and Lily Pad and Billy Joe. Mother's screams hurt my ears, but soon they had stopped. The noises were other people. I had never seen another person before, other than the ones I grew up with.
I was taken to many places. Billy Joe and Lily Pad never spoke, so neither did I. I didn't have much to say at that point anyway.
People called doctors looked at us, and people called officers asked us questions. I did not know how to answer, but I did what I could.
I was 23 years old. My name was George McCleary. Mother had always called me Georgie Porgie. I was stolen from my mother and father when I was just a baby by her. "But Mother is my mother," I told an officer.
"No, 'Mother' is the woman who kidnapped you and raised you to believe she really loved you," he said to me.
"What is loved?" I asked him.
"Something that woman never provided for you," he said.
I was taught how to read. I was taught that the popping drink was actually called soda or pop. I was taught that outside of the cage, I needed to have a job. I needed money. Money was confusing. I could have it in my hand or in a screen. Screens were confusing as well.
Time came in the form of seconds, minutes, hours, days, weeks, years . . . but you could say morning, or noon, or afternoon, or night, or midnight, or all these other words. But after five months, I was given a life. I had a job as a "janitor" in a little place, a coffee shop. I had my own place to live, an apartment. I lived in the same building as Lily Pad and Billy Joe. Their new names were Lillian and Joseph. It did not seem right.
But I interacted. I talked more and more. I became, as my therapist said, social. And I loved being social. People, they were so . . . different. All of them, so unique and beautiful. What a privilege it was to be able to speak with them, even if it was just for a second, a sorry if I bumped into one, and thank you to whoever handed me my daily coffee. I loved each person I met.
After a year, I got a job at a grocery store. It was morning, around 8:00 AM. A woman came in, wearing a cotton t-shirt and shorts. I waited until she came to check out her items. As I scanned the contents of her overflowed cart, I said to her, "Your eyes are really pretty." They were, and I wasn't afraid to tell her. I always told people what I liked about them, so much that sometimes they asked if I was mocking them. But I wasn't, I just couldn't help myself.
She looked at me with those eyes and smiled. "Oh, thanks. You have nice cheekbones."
I held my hand to my face. "Cheekbones. The bones in my cheeks?" I asked.
"Yeah," she shrugged. "They give your face a nice shape." Her face became pink, so I looked away from her. But it was hard.
Before I could stop myself, I talked again. "So, what's up?"
She tilted her head and smiled again. The only word I could thing of was: cute. "The sky, I guess. No, um, I'm stocking up for a party tonight."
"A party?" I echoed. "For who?"
"Just a party. The type with alcohol, not cone-shaped hates and goodie bags,"
"Oh," I nodded. Next thing I knew, I was there at the party. People were there too, and I loved people. I also found a liking to this alcohol. I never thought to try it before. Some tasted disgusting, but I still tried them all.
I realized I liked these parties. I went to all the ones the woman threw. Her name was Jenna, and she lived alone. She had a big house just to party. I loved that about her, and at some point, I loved her. She let me date her, and she let me move in with her as well. She even let me marry her.
Another year went by. I made myself a life. I had friends. I had a job. I still had therapy, and sometimes I had dark dreams about the cage, but I had a wife. I was a newer person, and I could deal with these things.
One day, Jenna came home from work. I was making dinner for her, and she offered to help. She made the sauce for the spaghetti even though she doesn't like it.
Once it was all put together, we sat down to eat. We put the noodles on our plates, and I poured the red sauce on mine. She hadn't said too much, and I was a little concerned, but I didn't want to say anything. I wasn't too good at confronting.
Jenna just stayed silent until I took a bite of my food. Then she sighed. I looked up at her, and she looked relieved. "What?" I asked her after swallowing.
She smiled, but it was weird. It was off. "It's done."
"What's done?" I smiled before taking another bite.
"This," she said, then stood up. "All of this!" She gestured as if she was talking about the house. What was she talking about? "I've been doing this for so long, George. So long."
"Doing what?" I demanded. I was confused. She never acted like this. I didn't even understand what "this" was, but it wasn't her.
"Two years ago, my mom was put in jail. You wanna know why? Because she had a few people in her basement. George, she was my rock. I loved her l. She loved me. But she also loved the people in her basement. And she pushed me away. I hadn't seen her for a decade, but I did see her on television. In handcuffs."
"What?"
"George, my mother was your kidnapper. And you and those two other people ruined her." I put my fork down and stood up as well. "This is your fault."
"Jenna," I whispered. And nothing more. What could be said about that? My wife, the woman I married, was fake. A lie that I believed.
"You're gonna get a little sleepy. Then you'll pass out. Don't make this difficult."
She was right. She had drugged the sauce. She also took my phone, and I couldn't call 911. I spent my last free moments trying to escape the house, but the doors were locked from the outside, the windows glued shut. I tried to break the glass, but my energy seeped out from every step I took. I don't know when, but soon it all faded to darkness.
I woke up in darkness too.
In a cage.
It came back to me, the memories of the cage. Lily Pad and Billy Joe. Lillian and Joseph, I told myself.
I couldn't breathe. I couldn't think. I couldn't rationalize my thoughts, all I could think about was two years ago.
I stood up in the cage and held the bars for support. There had to be a light. There had to be someone to help.
Footsteps. I felt them in my mind, in my heart. I could never forget them. Jenna.
Mother's face was seen through the darkness. But no body. Just her decapitated head on ground. I backed away and gasped. "Did I mention I hate her?"
"I thought she was in jail!" I yelled. "Jenna, you killed your mother!"
"She was Mother to you, wasn't she?" Jenna said with a head tilt. "Mother. Do you remember all the days you spent in your cage, and the only faces you'd see were those two other people's and my mom's? Of course, you do. How could you forget?"
"Jenna, let me go! Please!" I started to sob. The betrayal, the head, the memories, it was all to much.
"You're lucky I'm not making you suffer. I made the other two suffer. But you, I'll finish you off nice and quick. You always were Mother's favorite. You deserve a death as horrible as her's." She pulled out a gun. "Goodbye, Georgie Porgie."
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Lily Pad and Billy Joe were standing in their own cages as we all waited for Mother to come back. Every time she opened the blue square, she would have to ascend these dark stairs. Where they would go was unknown. I called it the Above.
Mother's footsteps were heard after a while, and she came towards the cages with bags. I left forward to the bars, holding one with my left hand and holding out my right one in anticipation. She came by each cage and gave us our food. A piece of meat surrounded by two slices of bread. A popping drink in a flimsy cup. Sometimes, Mother would give us a hard cup, filled with the clear, cold drink. She said they all had names, but she had never taught them to us.
I bit down on the meal. It was filling. The drink was less poppy than usual, but that was alright. The cage was quiet, and Mother was too. Time passed until we all finished. Mother took my trash, and Lily Pad's and Billy Joe's. Back to the Above, and then back to us, and in between, I noticed the blue square close again.
Mother looked strange when she arrived. Her face made me worried. "Children, we need to leave. Come with me," she said. I heard loud noises from the Above, but Mother rushed me out and I had no choice. I could barely see, but I had to move.
Wherever she was taking us is unknown because the noises got closer. They took me and Lily Pad and Billy Joe. Mother's screams hurt my ears, but soon they had stopped. The noises were other people. I had never seen another person before, other than the ones I grew up with.
I was taken to many places. Billy Joe and Lily Pad never spoke, so neither did I. I didn't have much to say at that point anyway.
People called doctors looked at us, and people called officers asked us questions. I did not know how to answer, but I did what I could.
I was 23 years old. My name was George McCleary. Mother had always called me Georgie Porgie. I was stolen from my mother and father when I was just a baby by her. "But Mother is my mother," I told an officer.
"No, 'Mother' is the woman who kidnapped you and raised you to believe she really loved you," he said to me.
"What is loved?" I asked him.
"Something that woman never provided for you," he said.
I was taught how to read. I was taught that the popping drink was actually called soda or pop. I was taught that outside of the cage, I needed to have a job. I needed money. Money was confusing. I could have it in my hand or in a screen. Screens were confusing as well.
Time came in the form of seconds, minutes, hours, days, weeks, years . . . but you could say morning, or noon, or afternoon, or night, or midnight, or all these other words. But after five months, I was given a life. I had a job as a "janitor" in a little place, a coffee shop. I had my own place to live, an apartment. I lived in the same building as Lily Pad and Billy Joe. Their new names were Lillian and Joseph. It did not seem right.
But I interacted. I talked more and more. I became, as my therapist said, social. And I loved being social. People, they were so . . . different. All of them, so unique and beautiful. What a privilege it was to be able to speak with them, even if it was just for a second, a sorry if I bumped into one, and thank you to whoever handed me my daily coffee. I loved each person I met.
After a year, I got a job at a grocery store. It was morning, around 8:00 AM. A woman came in, wearing a cotton t-shirt and shorts. I waited until she came to check out her items. As I scanned the contents of her overflowed cart, I said to her, "Your eyes are really pretty." They were, and I wasn't afraid to tell her. I always told people what I liked about them, so much that sometimes they asked if I was mocking them. But I wasn't, I just couldn't help myself.
She looked at me with those eyes and smiled. "Oh, thanks. You have nice cheekbones."
I held my hand to my face. "Cheekbones. The bones in my cheeks?" I asked.
"Yeah," she shrugged. "They give your face a nice shape." Her face became pink, so I looked away from her. But it was hard.
Before I could stop myself, I talked again. "So, what's up?"
She tilted her head and smiled again. The only word I could thing of was: cute. "The sky, I guess. No, um, I'm stocking up for a party tonight."
"A party?" I echoed. "For who?"
"Just a party. The type with alcohol, not cone-shaped hates and goodie bags,"
"Oh," I nodded. Next thing I knew, I was there at the party. People were there too, and I loved people. I also found a liking to this alcohol. I never thought to try it before. Some tasted disgusting, but I still tried them all.
I realized I liked these parties. I went to all the ones the woman threw. Her name was Jenna, and she lived alone. She had a big house just to party. I loved that about her, and at some point, I loved her. She let me date her, and she let me move in with her as well. She even let me marry her.
Another year went by. I made myself a life. I had friends. I had a job. I still had therapy, and sometimes I had dark dreams about the cage, but I had a wife. I was a newer person, and I could deal with these things.
One day, Jenna came home from work. I was making dinner for her, and she offered to help. She made the sauce for the spaghetti even though she doesn't like it.
Once it was all put together, we sat down to eat. We put the noodles on our plates, and I poured the red sauce on mine. She hadn't said too much, and I was a little concerned, but I didn't want to say anything. I wasn't too good at confronting.
Jenna just stayed silent until I took a bite of my food. Then she sighed. I looked up at her, and she looked relieved. "What?" I asked her after swallowing.
She smiled, but it was weird. It was off. "It's done."
"What's done?" I smiled before taking another bite.
"This," she said, then stood up. "All of this!" She gestured as if she was talking about the house. What was she talking about? "I've been doing this for so long, George. So long."
"Doing what?" I demanded. I was confused. She never acted like this. I didn't even understand what "this" was, but it wasn't her.
"Two years ago, my mom was put in jail. You wanna know why? Because she had a few people in her basement. George, she was my rock. I loved her l. She loved me. But she also loved the people in her basement. And she pushed me away. I hadn't seen her for a decade, but I did see her on television. In handcuffs."
"What?"
"George, my mother was your kidnapper. And you and those two other people ruined her." I put my fork down and stood up as well. "This is your fault."
"Jenna," I whispered. And nothing more. What could be said about that? My wife, the woman I married, was fake. A lie that I believed.
"You're gonna get a little sleepy. Then you'll pass out. Don't make this difficult."
She was right. She had drugged the sauce. She also took my phone, and I couldn't call 911. I spent my last free moments trying to escape the house, but the doors were locked from the outside, the windows glued shut. I tried to break the glass, but my energy seeped out from every step I took. I don't know when, but soon it all faded to darkness.
I woke up in darkness too.
In a cage.
It came back to me, the memories of the cage. Lily Pad and Billy Joe. Lillian and Joseph, I told myself.
I couldn't breathe. I couldn't think. I couldn't rationalize my thoughts, all I could think about was two years ago.
I stood up in the cage and held the bars for support. There had to be a light. There had to be someone to help.
Footsteps. I felt them in my mind, in my heart. I could never forget them. Jenna.
Mother's face was seen through the darkness. But no body. Just her decapitated head on ground. I backed away and gasped. "Did I mention I hate her?"
"I thought she was in jail!" I yelled. "Jenna, you killed your mother!"
"She was Mother to you, wasn't she?" Jenna said with a head tilt. "Mother. Do you remember all the days you spent in your cage, and the only faces you'd see were those two other people's and my mom's? Of course, you do. How could you forget?"
"Jenna, let me go! Please!" I started to sob. The betrayal, the head, the memories, it was all to much.
"You're lucky I'm not making you suffer. I made the other two suffer. But you, I'll finish you off nice and quick. You always were Mother's favorite. You deserve a death as horrible as her's." She pulled out a gun. "Goodbye, Georgie Porgie."
2023.05.29 04:37 MikaElyse8954 Has anyone ever experienced a parent sympathizing with an abuser?
Has anyone experienced an abusive parent sympathize with/for another abuser (more likely as another form of abuse)?
I am a 28 F, & I don’t want to go into too much detail but I went through quite a tumultuous childhood due to a mother who is undoubtedly a narcissist w/ OCD (amongst other things). And the reason I exemplify that is because I believe I’ve experienced some pretty intense gaslighting and manipulation from my parent, which I’m slowly now just beginning to work through.
Anyways, I was in a situationship with a guy who was 10 years older than me for around almost 4 years. It was honestly the worst relationship I could have ever experienced. For 3.5 years I dealt with consistent ghosting - he would hit me up when he wanted, and then would ghost me for 2-3 weeks straight and always pop up again with some indirect weird excuses, he’d constantly ditch me, blow me off, hid me from family and friends, always hit on other women in front of me, would make fun of me; and I didn’t realize until after I went no contact for good, that I probably experienced some form of emotional abuse. I dealt with the aforementioned plus much more, but near the end of the “relationship” he started mirroring me. He started watching my favorite shows that he would never watch with me in the past because he didn’t like it, he started participating in the same activities that I liked and would brag about it and try getting me to do with him, and his demeanor changing was just weird. He then invited me to a wedding he was in, which I met some of his family and friends for the first time after 3.5 years of “dating” of which his mother never even knew of me, and at the wedding he completely blew me off the first half of it and I caught him hanging out with one of the bridesmaids. He’s also birthday baited me 3 years in a row- canceling the day of birthday plans and then the last two birthdays pretending he didn’t know it was my birthday but texting me all day as if it was just a normal day and nothing special was going on.
After that, I started to finally understand that he is probably a narcissist himself. I started slowly pulling away, trying to figure out how I was going to get out of this. Because the last 6 months he immediately must of decided he “liked” me and started coming on really strong.
After 3.5 years of going through this daily/weekly, ( and many times of which I had expressed the confusion of his behavior and our relationship and still dealing with the deceit because I just thought I was the issue and he needed to be understood, and I couldn’t tell if I could trust myself or not ( which I’m sure is normal with those with CPTSD)) I went no contact.
Now, over the last 6 months, this dude is harassing me!!! He first texted me off of his sons phone making up all of these lies saying he doesn’t know why I stopped talking to him and he thought we were going to build a life together and sh*t, and I didn’t respond. I got a new phone and number a month after that for other reasons and he somehow knows I got a new number. 2 months later he shows up at my parents house with a Christmas gift and some photos, which I have no idea how he remembered where they live since he’s barely ever been there, trying to talk to my little brother who was home at that time asking about me (which he’s never cared to meet my family the entire time so that pissed me right off to find out ) ; about a month later he somehow finds my best friend on FB and messages her (which he NEVER met her the entire time I “dated him” so I have no idea how he found her on FB, and then a few days ago he somehow has my parents address and sent me a letter. Luckily he has no idea where I live now.
I had my mom read the letter and he sent two new pictures of a dog he got, & talking about how he’s not going to stop trying to get me back and how he loves me and wants to have a life with me & all this disturbing stuff.
So, the first time he showed up at my parents house and dropped off a gift I told my parents to throw away the gift and not let him back on their property. My mom responds with “Be kind.” And then I tell her throw away the gift and she says she just can’t do that.
This time around, I had to BEG her to read the letter to me & she “just couldn’t do that.” And then while reading the letter she’s laughing and saying how he just loves me. And then this morning I wake up to a text from her and she literally sent me a picture of the pictures of the dog he sent with the letter and she texted the name of the dog too. Like wtf????
I am coming to my mother out of straight fear because this dude is starting to harass me as well as involving my family and friends and my mom tells me to “be kind, he just loves you,” & is sending me pictures of his new dog.
I feel so fucking crazy. She makes me feel crazy. This dude has done nothing but make me feel crazy, and it’s like my mother is invalidating my feelings and experience so bad that I start to question the extent of my reactions.
I’ve tried so hard to make it work with my mom but I had to block her. I can’t do it anymore. This relationship with her is still not good for me.
I just really need to vent because I just can’t understand why a parent could want to do this to their child. I literally cannot understand why she is doing this to me. Why she doesn’t have my back. It’s so sickening to me and I feel so crazy. I feel like I have no safe place in this world.
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I am a 28 F, & I don’t want to go into too much detail but I went through quite a tumultuous childhood due to a mother who is undoubtedly a narcissist w/ OCD (amongst other things). And the reason I exemplify that is because I believe I’ve experienced some pretty intense gaslighting and manipulation from my parent, which I’m slowly now just beginning to work through.
Anyways, I was in a situationship with a guy who was 10 years older than me for around almost 4 years. It was honestly the worst relationship I could have ever experienced. For 3.5 years I dealt with consistent ghosting - he would hit me up when he wanted, and then would ghost me for 2-3 weeks straight and always pop up again with some indirect weird excuses, he’d constantly ditch me, blow me off, hid me from family and friends, always hit on other women in front of me, would make fun of me; and I didn’t realize until after I went no contact for good, that I probably experienced some form of emotional abuse. I dealt with the aforementioned plus much more, but near the end of the “relationship” he started mirroring me. He started watching my favorite shows that he would never watch with me in the past because he didn’t like it, he started participating in the same activities that I liked and would brag about it and try getting me to do with him, and his demeanor changing was just weird. He then invited me to a wedding he was in, which I met some of his family and friends for the first time after 3.5 years of “dating” of which his mother never even knew of me, and at the wedding he completely blew me off the first half of it and I caught him hanging out with one of the bridesmaids. He’s also birthday baited me 3 years in a row- canceling the day of birthday plans and then the last two birthdays pretending he didn’t know it was my birthday but texting me all day as if it was just a normal day and nothing special was going on.
After that, I started to finally understand that he is probably a narcissist himself. I started slowly pulling away, trying to figure out how I was going to get out of this. Because the last 6 months he immediately must of decided he “liked” me and started coming on really strong.
After 3.5 years of going through this daily/weekly, ( and many times of which I had expressed the confusion of his behavior and our relationship and still dealing with the deceit because I just thought I was the issue and he needed to be understood, and I couldn’t tell if I could trust myself or not ( which I’m sure is normal with those with CPTSD)) I went no contact.
Now, over the last 6 months, this dude is harassing me!!! He first texted me off of his sons phone making up all of these lies saying he doesn’t know why I stopped talking to him and he thought we were going to build a life together and sh*t, and I didn’t respond. I got a new phone and number a month after that for other reasons and he somehow knows I got a new number. 2 months later he shows up at my parents house with a Christmas gift and some photos, which I have no idea how he remembered where they live since he’s barely ever been there, trying to talk to my little brother who was home at that time asking about me (which he’s never cared to meet my family the entire time so that pissed me right off to find out ) ; about a month later he somehow finds my best friend on FB and messages her (which he NEVER met her the entire time I “dated him” so I have no idea how he found her on FB, and then a few days ago he somehow has my parents address and sent me a letter. Luckily he has no idea where I live now.
I had my mom read the letter and he sent two new pictures of a dog he got, & talking about how he’s not going to stop trying to get me back and how he loves me and wants to have a life with me & all this disturbing stuff.
So, the first time he showed up at my parents house and dropped off a gift I told my parents to throw away the gift and not let him back on their property. My mom responds with “Be kind.” And then I tell her throw away the gift and she says she just can’t do that.
This time around, I had to BEG her to read the letter to me & she “just couldn’t do that.” And then while reading the letter she’s laughing and saying how he just loves me. And then this morning I wake up to a text from her and she literally sent me a picture of the pictures of the dog he sent with the letter and she texted the name of the dog too. Like wtf????
I am coming to my mother out of straight fear because this dude is starting to harass me as well as involving my family and friends and my mom tells me to “be kind, he just loves you,” & is sending me pictures of his new dog.
I feel so fucking crazy. She makes me feel crazy. This dude has done nothing but make me feel crazy, and it’s like my mother is invalidating my feelings and experience so bad that I start to question the extent of my reactions.
I’ve tried so hard to make it work with my mom but I had to block her. I can’t do it anymore. This relationship with her is still not good for me.
I just really need to vent because I just can’t understand why a parent could want to do this to their child. I literally cannot understand why she is doing this to me. Why she doesn’t have my back. It’s so sickening to me and I feel so crazy. I feel like I have no safe place in this world.
2023.05.29 04:35 divinepinkflamingo Should I replenish their stock?
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2023.05.29 04:35 FunAppointmentz Channel 7 Big Brother star Reggie Bird’s little boy faced an agonising diagnosis. Then four words from him broke her heart
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2023.05.29 04:35 Sharp_Issue_3178 AITA for wanting low contact with my MIL?
I (F25) got married to my husband (25 M) this year. We got engaged on vacation in August, my husband’s grandma died as soon as got to our condo (Sunday). She had suffered with dementia and Alzheimer’s since I met her 5 years ago. My MIL told us that they planned to have the funeral that Friday, meaning we would need to leave our vacation early. Of course, we wouldn’t miss the funeral, but my MIL said they couldn’t have the funeral after we got back (we were supposed to come back Saturday) because she couldn’t take another day with her sister in town (as her sister and her family were in town to say their final goodbyes to their mom). Side note, the grandmother was cremated. Little did I know, that my now husband pre-paid for a bunch of events that we could do which his family did know about.
My husband and I weren’t inviting his dad’s set of parents because they are very mean. My MIL and FIL tried to guilt trip us into inviting them, even though they were not financially helping us with the wedding and they thought it would be easier if they just came. Because we weren’t inviting them, my in-laws decided to throw us an “engagement party” so the grandparents who weren’t invited could feel included in wedding festivities. My in-laws wanted us to tell them that it was a small destination wedding with only close friends and family. Also, my MIL wanted us to send out the Save the Dates after their engagement party, so the grandparents wouldn’t find out. My MIL also didn’t want me to post photos on my Facebook as the grandma would see them and it wouldn’t play into the small wedding story. My MIL pushed to only have the guests be 30 guests and under to keep with the whole “small wedding” charade. This is not my ideal engagement party. While at the family engagement party, my FIL dad said to my husband, “you got fat” and the grandma said, “we can’t stay, we have a concert to go to.” Clearly, they’re amazing.
I took her to show my wedding dress, she said “very nice.” At our venue outing she wasn’t very interested until she found out that the place we can stay has cabins that she can rent out, so now she can turn it into a mini vacation. Throughout the whole planning process, she nor my FIL ask if they could help or anything. I told them when we got our marriage license and we had two more months until the wedding and then my MIL stated that she got a new job and has unlimited PTO. She glossed over the news and just talked about herself.
My MIL also said there was no place for reservations for a “rehearsal dinner” since it no place near took a reservation for a large party or it would cost more. She only looked at the lodge we were staying at the the restaurant we got our wedding catered. I ended up booking a reservation for a place 20 minutes away that took a big party. I didn’t invite my husbands side of the family since my MIL reserved a brunch place for the Sunday after and only invited their friends and not my family (even though we were all staying the night at the lodge. I’m just annoyed and frustrated. My husband has talked to them about how they need to give me affirmations, but clearly that did not stick.
I want to go low contact, but then I feel guilty. AITA?
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My husband and I weren’t inviting his dad’s set of parents because they are very mean. My MIL and FIL tried to guilt trip us into inviting them, even though they were not financially helping us with the wedding and they thought it would be easier if they just came. Because we weren’t inviting them, my in-laws decided to throw us an “engagement party” so the grandparents who weren’t invited could feel included in wedding festivities. My in-laws wanted us to tell them that it was a small destination wedding with only close friends and family. Also, my MIL wanted us to send out the Save the Dates after their engagement party, so the grandparents wouldn’t find out. My MIL also didn’t want me to post photos on my Facebook as the grandma would see them and it wouldn’t play into the small wedding story. My MIL pushed to only have the guests be 30 guests and under to keep with the whole “small wedding” charade. This is not my ideal engagement party. While at the family engagement party, my FIL dad said to my husband, “you got fat” and the grandma said, “we can’t stay, we have a concert to go to.” Clearly, they’re amazing.
I took her to show my wedding dress, she said “very nice.” At our venue outing she wasn’t very interested until she found out that the place we can stay has cabins that she can rent out, so now she can turn it into a mini vacation. Throughout the whole planning process, she nor my FIL ask if they could help or anything. I told them when we got our marriage license and we had two more months until the wedding and then my MIL stated that she got a new job and has unlimited PTO. She glossed over the news and just talked about herself.
My MIL also said there was no place for reservations for a “rehearsal dinner” since it no place near took a reservation for a large party or it would cost more. She only looked at the lodge we were staying at the the restaurant we got our wedding catered. I ended up booking a reservation for a place 20 minutes away that took a big party. I didn’t invite my husbands side of the family since my MIL reserved a brunch place for the Sunday after and only invited their friends and not my family (even though we were all staying the night at the lodge. I’m just annoyed and frustrated. My husband has talked to them about how they need to give me affirmations, but clearly that did not stick.
I want to go low contact, but then I feel guilty. AITA?
2023.05.29 04:34 kiisabear My mom hates me and I don't know why [LONG POST]
I (F20) have moved to a new place thanks to my mom (F43) convincing me to. We are living with my great-grandmother and it's been almost a year now. e live in a small village and I don't drive so I relied heavily on my mom to drive me if I wanted to go somewhere that wasn't within walking distance. Almost a month ago, there was a big argument with my great-grandmother who made a racist comment which I did not agree with. This resulted in me staying with a new friend for a bit. When I came back, my mother accused me of drug use; I don't do drugs. I've had a puff here and there from weed and I rarely drink any alcohol. I don't party, I pretty much am a hermit. My mother had said that I need to be aware of the drugs I may be around in which I responded with "no I do not. If others are getting into drugs, it is not my business to be asking about it. It makes it look like I'm interested and I am not." She blew up at me and told me that she "cannot keep an eye on me 24/7". I then responded with "you don't have to, I'm 20 years old, I am capable of looking out for myself." This was the line that completely threw her off her rockers. She said that if I'm such an adult and if I get arrested for hanging around druggies to not bother calling her because she could care less. That as an adult I should "figure it out". My mom, needless to say, has never been a good mom. She neglected me and my siblings growing up to chase a sugar daddy who wasn't really a sugar daddy but a drug dealer. Now I don't know if he got her into it or if it was already something she was doing before she met him (she was a stripper before I was born so it wouldn't surprise me if she was into drugs during that time). All I know is that he encouraged her to get into it more heavily. I grew up never seeing the drugs but I saw the effects. The fighting, the forgetfulness, the fatigue. From a young age, I told myself to stay away from drugs in fear I'd end up like my mom. There's no way in hell I'd ever do drugs, I saw how it made her. Eventually, my siblings and I were placed into foster homes. I was 8 at the time. I was in and out of foster homes, group homes, and even at one point went back to live with my mom. I had attempted which landed me back in my group home. My mom couldn't care less and said I only attempted for attention. I struggled with self-harm from when I was 12, always wearing long sleeves and big baggie sweaters. I was embarrassed. Still, my mom said nothing about it and pretended to act as though she didn't see. A big incident at 17 where I was assaulted by a boy in a group home and was kicked out for it, it had seemed to bring us closer. She was on my side and acted as though she really cared about me. Almost even comforted me. Finally, I came home when I was 18, I was then again assaulted brutally and had to spend time in the hospital. This was when things started to go downhill. She didn't believe me and thought I had staged it despite my being physically shaken up, bleeding, and bruised/in pain. She had even taken me to the hospital where they treated me and gave me a rape kit basically. She kicked me out a few months later, it was November. Wouldn't let me come back to get a jacket or anything. Just a blanket. I couldn't charge my phone either and it was close to dying. Thankfully a friend and her family let me stay with them. My mom eventually allowed me to come home, and I made plans to leave. I stayed in a housing program but it lasted about half a year as the girls were eating my food, not cleaning up, stealing my stuff, etc etc. They were not doing anything to help me truthfully and my mom started to convince me to go back to live with her. So I did. There were more fights, more having to leave the house over and over and over and over again. My mother is my only support system, I had nowhere to really go. So I told myself to just stick it out. Now back to the present day, I've literally had enough. My mother started spreading a rumour around that I do porn. It's a small village so everyone knows everyone. That could ruin my chances of getting a job. She's aware of this. I tried to talk to her to resolve this issue but she doesn't want to talk. So, like a highschooler, she spreads rumours about me and talks shit. I have no car pretty much, no job for the time being, and no place to go. My grandmother has had enough of my mom's attitude and as a result, wants me to leave as she deems me to be the issue. I don't understand why my mom hates me so much and I think our relationship is irreparable at this point. I've tried, given it my all, I have no more to give to my mother and now I'm not sure what's next. Any advice?
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2023.05.29 04:33 spanther96 Who do you want to see at Game 7?
With rumors that the Celtics are bringing in Boston sports legends to attend Game 7, who would you like to see at the game? Here's my top 5:
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- Original Big 3 - Bird, McHale, Parrish. Would be crazy hype to see Larry Legend in the crowd alongside the other two OGs. Feel like Bird has been in hiding recently, was surprised to see him in the Finals commercial.
- 04 Sox - Big Papi, Manny, Pedro, Francona, etc... Gotta have these guys on deck, almost 20 years after they pulled the original comeback.
- 2008 Big 3 - I think at least Pierce and KG are guaranteed to attend this game. Would be funny if we got a Doc sighting, but jeez that would be bad juju.
- Pats - An angry looking man is sitting in the GM box with Brad... oh it's Bill Belichick. Next to them... Tom Brady with his 6 Pats rings shining. Edelman, Danny Football, and Gronk cheezing in the stands. The most successful American sports franchise of the 21st century, would be electric.
- Isaiah Thomas - Not a legend like the names above him, but goddamn this man gave us everything in his few years as a Celtic. He still has connections on the team in Smart and Horford, would love to see him at the game.
2023.05.29 04:33 gloomchen Post NXT Battleground 2023 Discussion Thread!
That was NXT BATTLEGROUND!
Results (w/ post-match discussion threads hyperlinked)
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| Match | Stipulation | Winner |
|---|---|---|
| Wes Lee (c) vs. Tyler Bate vs. Joe Gacy | Triple threat match for the NXT North American Championship | Wes Lee |
| Noam Dar (c) vs. Dragon Lee | British Rounds Rules match for the NXT Heritage Cup | Noam Dar |
| Ilja Dragunov vs. Dijak | Last Man Standing match | Ilja Dragunov |
| Gallus (Mark Coffey and Wolfgang) (with Joe Coffey) (c) vs. The Creed Brothers (Brutus Creed and Julius Creed) (with Ivy Nile) | Tag team match for the NXT Tag Team Championship | Gallus |
| Lyra Valkyria vs. Tiffany Stratton | Tournament final for the vacant NXT Women's Championship | Tiffany Stratton |
| Carmelo Hayes (c) (with Trick Williams) vs. Bron Breakker | Singles match for the NXT Championship | Carmelo Hayes |
2023.05.29 04:32 MarvDStrummer Why Akira don't appear in FSR and is cut so short in T25W? is he dead because Shiroyabu killed him or did he choose to become the new Kamui he was made to be?
I have this thought on my mind in my third playthrough on FSR, like, even when Tokio reveals himself to Sumic in an discret attempt to make him remember him, he don't even mention Akira in their conversation, like that he don't even exist to Sumio in the first place, i know that Kusabi says to Akira that is up to him to make the final choice on what he wants to be, if he still wants to be a cop detective or the new kamui, he can choose his own destiny, but, in the T25 when he and Shiroyabu capture The Joker and corner him to The Hachisuka Dome, nothing is knowing on what happens to Akira, i dunno if he become the scary shadow figure Kamui present in the game or if he was killed by Shiroyabu out of jealousy on him being the perfect clone of his father, but not abusing or using his bloodthirsty nature to kill innocent peoples like his father did(which explains also why Akira don't appear in TSA).
But, his absence in FSR always bugs me and make me with left with a big question mark in my head on where or what the fuck Akira was doing while all his friends are trying to save Sumio on making him remember who he truly is at Lospass.
Did Suda planned to include Akira in FSR but changed his mind or time was too short to GM include him in the game?
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But, his absence in FSR always bugs me and make me with left with a big question mark in my head on where or what the fuck Akira was doing while all his friends are trying to save Sumio on making him remember who he truly is at Lospass.
Did Suda planned to include Akira in FSR but changed his mind or time was too short to GM include him in the game?
2023.05.29 04:31 yallwannawhiteclaw What’s your most obscure Columbus story?
Did you run into a celebrity at Char Bar? Get voted best dressed at the Doodah Parade? Remember Ameri-Flora ‘92? Get lost in Kahiki? Go on a charity date with Cabot Rea? See Jimmy Jam in the flesh?
Let’s hear it!
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Let’s hear it!
2023.05.29 04:31 MasterDefibrillator Chomsky on Brazil (various Excerpts).
Chapter 2: The Empire
Chapter 5: Soviet Versus Western Economic Development:
Chapter 10: Building international Unions:
Chapter 8: "Free Trade" Agreements:
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Or look at Brazil: potentially an extremely rich country with tremendous resources, except it had the curse of being part of the Western system of subordination. So in northeast Brazil, for example, which is a rather fertile area with plenty of rich land, just it’s all owned by plantations, Brazilian medical researchers now identify the population as a new species with about 40 percent the brain size of human beings, a result of generations of profound malnutrition and neglect—and this may be un-remediable except after generations, because of the lingering effects of malnutrition on one’s offspring.54 Alright, that’s a good example of the legacy of our commitments, and the same kind of pattern runs throughout the former Western colonies....
Chapter 5: Soviet Versus Western Economic Development:
Whatever you think of the Soviet economic system, did it work or did it fail? Well, in a culture with deeply totalitarian strains, like ours, we always ask an idiotic question about that: we ask, how does Russia compare economically with Western Europe, or with the United States? And the answer is, it looks pretty bad. But an eight-year-old would know the problem with that question: these economies haven’t been alike for six hundred years—you’d have to go back to the pre-Columbian period before East and West Europe were anything more or less alike economically.......
Now, suppose we asked a rational question, instead of asking an insane question like “how did the Soviet Union compare with Western Europe?” If you want to evaluate alternative modes of economic development—whether you like them or not—what you ought to ask is, how did societies that were like the Soviet Union in 1910 compare with it in 1990? Well, history doesn’t offer precise analogs, but there are good choices. So we could compare Russia and Brazil, say, or Bulgaria and Guatemala—those are reasonable comparisons. Brazil, for example, ought to be a super-rich country: it has unbelievable natural resources, it has no enemies, it hasn’t been practically destroyed three times by invasions in this century [i.e. the Soviet Union suffered massive losses in both World Wars and the 1918 Western intervention in its Civil War]. In fact, it’s a lot better equipped to develop than the Soviet Union ever was. Okay, just compare Brazil and Russia—that’s a sane comparison.
Well, there’s a good reason why nobody undertakes it, and we only make idiotic comparisons—because if you compare Brazil and Russia, or Guatemala and Hungary, you get the wrong answer. Brazil, for maybe 5 or 10 percent of its population, is indeed like Western Europe—and for around 80 percent of its population, it’s kind of like Central Africa. In fact, for probably 80 percent of the Brazilian population, Soviet Russia would have looked like heaven. If a Guatemalan peasant suddenly landed in Bulgaria, he’d probably think he’d gone to paradise or something. So therefore we don’t make those comparisons, we only make crazy comparisons, which anybody who thinks for a second would see are preposterous. And everybody here does make them: all the academics make them, all the development economists make them, the newspaper commentators make them. But just think for a second: if you want to know how successful the Soviet economic system was, compare Russia in 1990 with someplace that was like it in 1910. Is that such a brilliant insight?
Chapter 10: Building international Unions:
In fact, it’s gotten to the point where some major corporations don’t even worry about strikes anymore, they see them as an opportunity to destroy unions. For instance, the Caterpillar corporation recently broke an eighteen-month strike in Decatur, Illinois [from June 1994 to December 1995], and part of the way they did it was by developing excess production capacity in foreign countries. See, major corporations have a ton of capital now, and one of the things they’ve been able to do with it is to build up extra overseas production capacity. So Caterpillar has been building plants in Brazil—where they get far cheaper labor than in the United States—and then they can use that production capability to fill their international orders in the event of a strike in the U.S. So they didn’t really mind the strike in Decatur, because it gave them an opportunity to finally break the union through this international strategy.72 That’s something that’s relatively new, and given this increasing centralization of power in the international economy, and the ability of big transnational corporations to play one national workforce against another to drive down work standards everywhere, there just has to be international solidarity today if there’s going to be any hope—and that means real international solidarity....
Chapter 8: "Free Trade" Agreements:
Well, okay, these are complicated matters, and you don’t just want to sloganize about them—but in my opinion, all of these international agreements are part of a general attack on democracy and free markets that we’re seeing in the contemporary period, as banks, investment firms, and transnational corporations develop new methods to extend their power free from public scrutiny. And in that context, it’s not very surprising that they’re all being rammed through as quickly and secretly as they are. And whatever you happen to think about the specific treaties that have now been put into place, there is just no doubt that their consequences for most of the people in the world are going to be vast.Chapter 5: The Organ Trade:
In fact, these treaties are just one more step in the process that’s been accelerating in recent years of differentiating the two main class interests of the world still further—far more so than before—so that the Third World wealth-distribution model is being extended everywhere. And while the proportions of wealth in a rich country like the United States will always differ significantly from the proportions in a deeply impoverished country like Brazil, for example (deeply impoverished thanks to the fact that it’s been under the Western heel for centuries), you can certainly see the effects under way in recent years. I mean, in the United States things probably aren’t going to get to the point where 80 percent of the population is living like Central Africa and 10 percent is fabulously wealthy. Maybe it’ll be 50 percent and 30 percent or something like that, with the rest somewhere in between—because more people are always going to be needed in the Western societies for things like scientific research and skilled labor, providing propaganda services, being managers, things like that. But the changes no doubt are happening, and they will be rapidly accelerated as these accords are implemented.
WOMAN: You mentioned “social cleansing” and people in the Third World selling their body parts for money. I don’t know if you saw the recent Barbara Walters program . . .
The answer is, “No by definition.”
WOMAN: Well, I have to admit I watched it. She had a segment on some American women who were attacked by villagers in Guatemala and put in jail for allegedly stealing babies for the organ trade. The gist of the story was that the Guatemalan people are totally out of their minds for supposing that babies are being taken out of the country and used for black market sale of organs. 22 What I’d like to know is, do you know of any evidence that this black market trade in children’s organs does in fact exist, and do you think the U.S. might be playing a role in it?
Well, look: suppose you started a rumor in Boston that children from the Boston suburbs are being kidnapped by Guatemalans and taken to Guatemala so their bodies could be used for organ transplants. How far off the ground do you think that rumor would get?
WOMAN: Not far.
Okay, but in Guatemalan peasant societies it does get off the ground. Do they have different genes than we do?
WOMAN: No.
Alright, so there’s got to be some reason why the story spreads there and it wouldn’t spread here. And the reason is very clear. Though the specific stories are doubtless false in this case, there’s a background which is true—that’s why nobody would believe it here, and they do believe it there: because they know about other things that go on.
For one thing, in Latin America there is plenty of kidnapping of children. Now, what the children are used for, you can argue. Some of them are kidnapped for adoption, some of them are used for prostitution—and that goes on throughout the U.S. domains. I mean, you take a look at the U.S. domains—Thailand, Brazil, practically everywhere you go—there are young children being kidnapped for sex-slavery, or just plain slavery.23 So kidnapping of children unquestionably takes place. And there is strong evidence—I don’t think anybody doubts it very much—that people in these regions are killed for organ transplants.24 Now, whether it’s children or not, I don’t know. But if you take a look at the recent Amnesty International report on Colombia, for example, they say almost casually—just because it’s so routine—that in Colombia they carry out what’s called “social cleansing”: the army and the paramilitary forces go through the cities and pick up “undesirables,” like homeless people, or homosexuals, or prostitutes, or drug addicts, anybody they don’t like, and they just take them and murder them, then chop them up and mutilate their bodies for organ transplants. That’s called “social cleansing,” and everybody thinks it’s a great idea. 25 And again, this goes on throughout the U.S. domains.
In fact, it’s even beginning now in Eastern Europe as they’re being turned back into another sector of the Third World—people are starting to sell organs to survive, like you sell a cornea or a kidney or something.26
WOMAN: Your own?
Yeah, your own. You just sell it because you’re totally desperate—so you sell your eyes, or your kidney, something that can be taken out without killing you. That goes on, and it’s been going on for a long time. Well, you know, that’s a background, and against that background these stories, which have been rampant, are believable—and they are in fact believed. And it’s not just by peasants in the highlands: the chief official in the Salvadoran government in charge of children [Victoria de Aviles], the “Procurator for the Defense of Children,” she’s called, recently stated that children in El Salvador are being kidnapped for adoption, crime, and organ transplants. Well, I don’t know if that’s true or not, but it’s not an authority you just dismiss. In Brazil too there’s been a lot of testimony about these things from very respectable sources: church sources, medical investigators, legal sources, and others.27
Now, it’s interesting: I didn’t see the Barbara Walters program you mentioned, but I’ve read the State Department reports on which she probably based her stuff—and they’re very selective in their coverage. They say, “Oh, it’s all nonsense and lies, and it was all started by the Communists,” and they trace it back to sort of Communist sources—which doubtless picked it up, but they are not the sources. The State Department carefully excluded all the other sources, like the church sources, the government sources, the mainstream legal investigators, the human rights groups—they didn’t mention them, they just said, “Yeah, the stories were picked up by the Russian propaganda apparatus back in the bad old days.” But that’s not where it comes from. Like I say, the Russians couldn’t start these stories in the Boston suburbs—and there’s a reason why they couldn’t start them in the Boston suburbs and somebody could start them in Guatemala. And the reason is, there’s a background in Guatemala against which these things are not implausible—which is not to say these women are being correctly charged; undoubtedly they’re not, these women are just women who happened to be in Guatemala. But the point is, that background makes it easy for people there to be frightened, and in that sort of context it’s quite understandable how these attacks can have happened.
2023.05.29 04:30 Dad_Luvr123 does anyone know what game i’m talking about?
when i was younger, i had an xbox 360, and my brothers and i use to play this zombie game. I cant remember much of it, but i remember there being 4 characters to chose from and it was multiplayer, one character had a plunger as a weapon, there was another guy, then two girls, one blonde one dark hair. I think it started with a house party then the characters had to fight zombies, i remember one scene of them running through the town and everything was on fire, and the only other scene i remember was one we got stuck on and couldn’t progress. we had to get inside these robot suits and fight big enemies and solve a puzzle i think. i cant remember much of the game except for the characters and a few scenes, and even those aren’t clear. i remembered this game randomly the other day, and it’s been bugging me since, because i have no idea what it is.
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2023.05.29 04:30 AshuraBlack Wonrg points calculation - am I crazy or is the ability to read no longer a requirement to work at Marriott Customer Service
Hello people,
I was given the target promotion shown below, where if my stay includes a Friday or Saturday night, I will get double points for the stay.
My issue is that I have booking A for weekdays, and another booking B for the weekend, which are all consecutive nights at the same hotel. As per terms highlighted in picture I think A should qualify for double points as well, as it is one stay with booking B.
After I check out, I get double points for B but not for A. Which is fine, I don't expect them to get it the first time. However, every time I try to contact Bonvoy or the Hotel (who blame each other as per usual btw), the answer is always the same:
I have already escalated the case by directly e-mailing executives at Marriott and while I wait for their results, I would just like someone to sanity check for me, am I crazy for even thinking I should get double points for booking A?
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I was given the target promotion shown below, where if my stay includes a Friday or Saturday night, I will get double points for the stay.
My issue is that I have booking A for weekdays, and another booking B for the weekend, which are all consecutive nights at the same hotel. As per terms highlighted in picture I think A should qualify for double points as well, as it is one stay with booking B.
After I check out, I get double points for B but not for A. Which is fine, I don't expect them to get it the first time. However, every time I try to contact Bonvoy or the Hotel (who blame each other as per usual btw), the answer is always the same:
- we checked every "stay" you had and you did get the points (yes booking B did, I know!)
- booking A does not qualify as it does not include a weekend
I have already escalated the case by directly e-mailing executives at Marriott and while I wait for their results, I would just like someone to sanity check for me, am I crazy for even thinking I should get double points for booking A?
https://preview.redd.it/lvwecobsio2b1.jpg?width=928&format=pjpg&auto=webp&s=3c5c4db0fb4553fd8a717c8e0e23d24d8c99d2d7
2023.05.29 04:30 Dad_Luvr123 does anyone know what game i’m talking about?
when i was younger, i had an xbox 360, and my brothers and i use to play this zombie game. I cant remember much of it, but i remember there being 4 characters to chose from and it was multiplayer, one character had a plunger as a weapon, there was another guy, then two girls, one blonde one dark hair. I think it started with a house party then the characters had to fight zombies, i remember one scene of them running through the town and everything was on fire, and the only other scene i remember was one we got stuck on and couldn’t progress. we had to get inside these robot suits and fight big enemies and solve a puzzle i think. i cant remember much of the game except for the characters and a few scenes, and even those aren’t clear. i remembered this game randomly the other day, and it’s been bugging me since, because i have no idea what it is.
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2023.05.29 04:29 Dad_Luvr123 does anyone know what game i’m talking about?
when i was younger, i had an xbox 360, and my brothers and i use to play this zombie game. I cant remember much of it, but i remember there being 4 characters to chose from and it was multiplayer, one character had a plunger as a weapon, there was another guy, then two girls, one blonde one dark hair. I think it started with a house party then the characters had to fight zombies, i remember one scene of them running through the town and everything was on fire, and the only other scene i remember was one we got stuck on and couldn’t progress. we had to get inside these robot suits and fight big enemies and solve a puzzle i think. i cant remember much of the game except for the characters and a few scenes, and even those aren’t clear. i remembered this game randomly the other day, and it’s been bugging me since, because i have no idea what it is.
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2023.05.29 04:29 Sharp_Issue_3178 AITA for wanting low contact with my MIL?
I (F25) got married to my husband (M25) this year. We got engaged on vacation in August, my husband’s grandma died as soon as got to our condo (Sunday). She had suffered with dementia and Alzheimer’s since I met her 5 years ago. My MIL told us that they planned to have the funeral that Friday, meaning we would need to leave our vacation early. Of course, we wouldn’t miss the funeral, but my MIL said they couldn’t have the funeral after we got back (we were supposed to come back Saturday) because she couldn’t take another day with her sister in town (as her sister and her family were in town to say their final goodbyes to their mom). Side note, the grandmother was cremated. Little did I know, that my now husband pre-paid for a bunch of events that we could do which his family did know about.
My husband and I discussed that we weren’t inviting his dad’s set of parents because they are very mean. My MIL and FIL tried to guilt trip us into inviting them, even though they were not financially helping us with the wedding and they thought it would be easier if they just came. Because we weren’t inviting them, my in-laws decided to throw us an “engagement party” so the grandparents who weren’t invited could feel included in wedding festivities. My in-laws wanted us to tell them that it was a small destination wedding with only close friends and family. Also, my MIL wanted us to send out the Save the Dates after their engagement party, so the grandparents wouldn’t find out the date. My MIL also didn’t want me to post photos on my Facebook as the grandma would see them and it wouldn’t play into the small wedding story. The engagement party was in October and we were getting married in April, so I didn’t want to wait and I already verbally told my friends so it wouldn’t matter if I sent out the Save the Dates or not. My MIL pushed to only have the guests be 30 guests and under to keep with the whole “small wedding” charade. This is not my ideal engagement party.
I took my MIL to see my wedding dress, she said “very nice.” Even at our venue outing she wasn’t very interested until she found out that can stay in a cabin, so now she can turn it into a mini vacation. She never asked if I needed help planning my wedding since she didn’t want ti be like her MIL who was too involved. I told them when we got our marriage license and we had two more months until the wedding and then my MIL stated that she got a new job and has unlimited PTO. She glossed over the news and just talked about herself.
For my birthday this year, received a text from her on my birthday, but she then said “sorry it was late.” She texted me at noon-ish then I got a text from my FIL explaining how much stress my MIL through and is switching jobs. I understand, but I didn’t need the explanation…you have like the entire day to just text me. I don’t expect it went you first wake up. AITA for wanting low contact with my MIL?
I (F25) got married to my husband (25 M) this year. We got engaged on vacation in August, my husband’s grandma died as soon as got to our condo (Sunday). She had suffered with dementia and Alzheimer’s since I met her 5 years ago. My MIL told us that they planned to have the funeral that Friday, meaning we would need to leave our vacation early. Of course, we wouldn’t miss the funeral, but my MIL said they couldn’t have the funeral after we got back (we were supposed to come back Saturday) because she couldn’t take another day with her sister in town (as her sister and her family were in town to say their final goodbyes to their mom). Side note, the grandmother was cremated. Little did I know, that my now husband pre-paid for a bunch of events that we could do which his family did know about.
My husband and I discussed that we weren’t inviting his dad’s set of parents because they are very mean. My MIL and FIL tried to guilt trip us into inviting them, even though they were not financially helping us with the wedding and they thought it would be easier if they just came. Because we weren’t inviting them, my in-laws decided to throw us an “engagement party” so the grandparents who weren’t invited could feel included in wedding festivities. My in-laws wanted us to tell them that it was a small destination wedding with only close friends and family. Also, my MIL wanted us to send out the Save the Dates after their engagement party, so the grandparents wouldn’t find out the date. My MIL also didn’t want me to post photos on my Facebook as the grandma would see them and it wouldn’t play into the small wedding story. The engagement party was in October and we were getting married in April, so I didn’t want to wait and I already verbally told my friends so it wouldn’t matter if I sent out the Save the Dates or not. My MIL pushed to only have the guests be 30 guests and under to keep with the whole “small wedding” charade. This is not my ideal engagement party.
My MIL doesn’t show any affection/validation. I took her to show my wedding dress, she said “very nice.” At our venue outing she wasn’t very interested until she found out that the place we can stay has cabins that she can rent out, so now she can turn it into a mini vacation. Throughout the whole planning process, she nor my FIL ask if they could help or anything. I told them when we got our marriage license and we had two more months until the wedding and then my MIL stated that she got a new job and has unlimited PTO. She glossed over the news and just talked about herself.
For my birthday this year, received a text from her on my birthday, but she then said “sorry it was late.” She texted me at noon-ish then I got a text from my FIL explaining how much stress my MIL through and is switching jobs. I understand, but I didn’t need the explanation…you have like the entire day to just text me. I don’t expect it went you first wake up.
My MIL also said there was no place for reservations for a “rehearsal dinner” since it no place near took a reservation for a large party or it would cost more. She only looked at the lodge we were staying at the the restaurant we got our wedding catered. I ended up booking a reservation for a place 20 minutes away that took a big party. I didn’t invite my husbands side of the family since my MIL reserved a brunch place for the Sunday after and only invited their friends and not my family (even though we were all staying the night at the same lodge).
On the wedding day, she then asked what time she needed to be there and if there was anything we needed.
I recently received my wedding photos and sent my MIL and FIL all of the photos. I received a text from my FIL two days later saying “great pics.”
I’m just annoyed and frustrated. My husband has talked to them about how they need to give me affirmations, but clearly that did not stick. His parents also just seem to care about his older brother and push my husband to the back burner. His brother lacks basic adulting skills and I think his parents help him to complain about him later. AITA?
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My husband and I discussed that we weren’t inviting his dad’s set of parents because they are very mean. My MIL and FIL tried to guilt trip us into inviting them, even though they were not financially helping us with the wedding and they thought it would be easier if they just came. Because we weren’t inviting them, my in-laws decided to throw us an “engagement party” so the grandparents who weren’t invited could feel included in wedding festivities. My in-laws wanted us to tell them that it was a small destination wedding with only close friends and family. Also, my MIL wanted us to send out the Save the Dates after their engagement party, so the grandparents wouldn’t find out the date. My MIL also didn’t want me to post photos on my Facebook as the grandma would see them and it wouldn’t play into the small wedding story. The engagement party was in October and we were getting married in April, so I didn’t want to wait and I already verbally told my friends so it wouldn’t matter if I sent out the Save the Dates or not. My MIL pushed to only have the guests be 30 guests and under to keep with the whole “small wedding” charade. This is not my ideal engagement party.
I took my MIL to see my wedding dress, she said “very nice.” Even at our venue outing she wasn’t very interested until she found out that can stay in a cabin, so now she can turn it into a mini vacation. She never asked if I needed help planning my wedding since she didn’t want ti be like her MIL who was too involved. I told them when we got our marriage license and we had two more months until the wedding and then my MIL stated that she got a new job and has unlimited PTO. She glossed over the news and just talked about herself.
For my birthday this year, received a text from her on my birthday, but she then said “sorry it was late.” She texted me at noon-ish then I got a text from my FIL explaining how much stress my MIL through and is switching jobs. I understand, but I didn’t need the explanation…you have like the entire day to just text me. I don’t expect it went you first wake up. AITA for wanting low contact with my MIL?
I (F25) got married to my husband (25 M) this year. We got engaged on vacation in August, my husband’s grandma died as soon as got to our condo (Sunday). She had suffered with dementia and Alzheimer’s since I met her 5 years ago. My MIL told us that they planned to have the funeral that Friday, meaning we would need to leave our vacation early. Of course, we wouldn’t miss the funeral, but my MIL said they couldn’t have the funeral after we got back (we were supposed to come back Saturday) because she couldn’t take another day with her sister in town (as her sister and her family were in town to say their final goodbyes to their mom). Side note, the grandmother was cremated. Little did I know, that my now husband pre-paid for a bunch of events that we could do which his family did know about.
My husband and I discussed that we weren’t inviting his dad’s set of parents because they are very mean. My MIL and FIL tried to guilt trip us into inviting them, even though they were not financially helping us with the wedding and they thought it would be easier if they just came. Because we weren’t inviting them, my in-laws decided to throw us an “engagement party” so the grandparents who weren’t invited could feel included in wedding festivities. My in-laws wanted us to tell them that it was a small destination wedding with only close friends and family. Also, my MIL wanted us to send out the Save the Dates after their engagement party, so the grandparents wouldn’t find out the date. My MIL also didn’t want me to post photos on my Facebook as the grandma would see them and it wouldn’t play into the small wedding story. The engagement party was in October and we were getting married in April, so I didn’t want to wait and I already verbally told my friends so it wouldn’t matter if I sent out the Save the Dates or not. My MIL pushed to only have the guests be 30 guests and under to keep with the whole “small wedding” charade. This is not my ideal engagement party.
My MIL doesn’t show any affection/validation. I took her to show my wedding dress, she said “very nice.” At our venue outing she wasn’t very interested until she found out that the place we can stay has cabins that she can rent out, so now she can turn it into a mini vacation. Throughout the whole planning process, she nor my FIL ask if they could help or anything. I told them when we got our marriage license and we had two more months until the wedding and then my MIL stated that she got a new job and has unlimited PTO. She glossed over the news and just talked about herself.
For my birthday this year, received a text from her on my birthday, but she then said “sorry it was late.” She texted me at noon-ish then I got a text from my FIL explaining how much stress my MIL through and is switching jobs. I understand, but I didn’t need the explanation…you have like the entire day to just text me. I don’t expect it went you first wake up.
My MIL also said there was no place for reservations for a “rehearsal dinner” since it no place near took a reservation for a large party or it would cost more. She only looked at the lodge we were staying at the the restaurant we got our wedding catered. I ended up booking a reservation for a place 20 minutes away that took a big party. I didn’t invite my husbands side of the family since my MIL reserved a brunch place for the Sunday after and only invited their friends and not my family (even though we were all staying the night at the same lodge).
On the wedding day, she then asked what time she needed to be there and if there was anything we needed.
I recently received my wedding photos and sent my MIL and FIL all of the photos. I received a text from my FIL two days later saying “great pics.”
I’m just annoyed and frustrated. My husband has talked to them about how they need to give me affirmations, but clearly that did not stick. His parents also just seem to care about his older brother and push my husband to the back burner. His brother lacks basic adulting skills and I think his parents help him to complain about him later. AITA?
2023.05.29 04:28 blazebeebo bday gift for boy i’ve been dating for a month
hi guys i (19f) need a bday gift idea for a guy (20m) i’ve been dating for a month. he’s a pc gamer, anime nerd and a big foodie w a sweet tooth. i want to get him something that isn’t super personal (i don’t think we are there yet) but something i know he would like and would appreciate coming from me. happy to answer any questions in comments! thank you all :) <3
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2023.05.29 04:28 Active_Requirement5 Negative Comments from other family around SD
Sorry, this is long. I am just wondering how others handle negative comments from ex spoused/baby mamas or their significant others around stepchild?
We have sole custody of stepdaughter 15 all this past school year and this coming summer. We also took on sole responsibility of any expenses and agreed ex-wife would not pay any child support or medical bills. They have been divorced for 13 years. Stepdaughter is going to a week long camp in exe’s town. We contacted ex asking if she wanted to see daughter, but she didn’t reply until the literal morning we were leaving.
Ex and her bf came and picked up daughter from hotel and immediately started picking apart everything we did with her this school year.
While with us she was on honor roll for the first time, walked onto Varsity softball, JROTC, took animation classes, guitar lessons, private softball lessons, drivers ed, got driving permit and started private counseling. She will also do a softball camp and some SAT prep this summer.
The first thing they asked was “Why didn’t your dad just come down on Saturday so we could spend all weekend with you?”. My husband was surprised, he said “They didn’t even respond to my texts when I asked if they wanted to meetup to see or have dinner while in town, they responded to me Sunday morning.” keep in mind, it is a 4 hour drive for us and we both work.
The very next thing they asked was if we go to church (they ask her this every time). Daughter said no and they said, “Well when we have you next year, you’re going to church and church camp. What do they even do on Sundays if they don’t go to church? Just grocery shop, why can’t they go to church?” Kind of the pot calling the kettle black as the mom has 2 other children by different men that she was never married to and the youngest is 3 and they still aren’t married. Not to mention she was still with second babys father in a relationship and living together when she met her current BF and then ended up leaving and getting pregnant. Second baby’s father called and told my husband she would always be out all night and leave both kids with him. We didn’t get involved in that at all, not our business (as long as my stepdaughter was safe).
They then asked about her grades and said “You’re gonna have to work hard on keeping your grades up cuz we live a different lifestyle than your dad.” I don’t know what that means, daughter implied they do a lot more activities, but all we did for grades was consistently log in and check her grades/assignments are turned in and email her teachers to see if there were missing assignments. We also didn’t give her any other responsibilities besides school and activities so she could focus on homework.
Lastly, they asked if she would do Softball and JROTC and almost talking her out of it because “she probably wouldn’t make Varsity at their bigger school”.
The ex usually isn’t super negative, its usually her BF and I hate hearing about him because he is so negative to my stepdaughter.
He told my stepdaughter an art degree was a waste of money, even though he’s not paying for any of her college (nor is her mom, just me and spouse), that she can’t go to a community college (again they aren’t paying), that we live in the sticks (we live in a suburb of a large city) and constant comments about why we don’t attend church or “do anything fun”. The bf even said he didn’t want the older sibling (who isn’t even his kid) to take dance lessons because it would “make him gay” or when my stepdaughter shared her love of anime with his son she was “turning him into a nerd”.
After many losses and fertility issues, we are finally pregnant with an Ours baby and they immediately laughed and told my husband “You better hope it’s not a girl because our daughter will be jealous.” So lord knows what they tell her on the side. My stepdaughter was excited and even more so when she found out she was finally getting a sister (she loves her little brothers from her mom dearly, but wanted a sister in addition. She is a great big sister!)
I don’t want my stepdaughter to not talk to me about things in her life, I have always been someone she felt she could tell things to for the past 7 years, but I can’t stand hearing ANYTHING those two say (specifically the bf) when it is negative. How do you deal with this?!
Only 2 more years before college, I don’t even care that we still have to pay CS for 3 months after graduation (although I wish it went straight to my stepdaughter for anything she wants of needs for college at that point) I just need to know how you deal with these comments until you don’t have to deal with ex or her bf directly anymore?
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We have sole custody of stepdaughter 15 all this past school year and this coming summer. We also took on sole responsibility of any expenses and agreed ex-wife would not pay any child support or medical bills. They have been divorced for 13 years. Stepdaughter is going to a week long camp in exe’s town. We contacted ex asking if she wanted to see daughter, but she didn’t reply until the literal morning we were leaving.
Ex and her bf came and picked up daughter from hotel and immediately started picking apart everything we did with her this school year.
While with us she was on honor roll for the first time, walked onto Varsity softball, JROTC, took animation classes, guitar lessons, private softball lessons, drivers ed, got driving permit and started private counseling. She will also do a softball camp and some SAT prep this summer.
The first thing they asked was “Why didn’t your dad just come down on Saturday so we could spend all weekend with you?”. My husband was surprised, he said “They didn’t even respond to my texts when I asked if they wanted to meetup to see or have dinner while in town, they responded to me Sunday morning.” keep in mind, it is a 4 hour drive for us and we both work.
The very next thing they asked was if we go to church (they ask her this every time). Daughter said no and they said, “Well when we have you next year, you’re going to church and church camp. What do they even do on Sundays if they don’t go to church? Just grocery shop, why can’t they go to church?” Kind of the pot calling the kettle black as the mom has 2 other children by different men that she was never married to and the youngest is 3 and they still aren’t married. Not to mention she was still with second babys father in a relationship and living together when she met her current BF and then ended up leaving and getting pregnant. Second baby’s father called and told my husband she would always be out all night and leave both kids with him. We didn’t get involved in that at all, not our business (as long as my stepdaughter was safe).
They then asked about her grades and said “You’re gonna have to work hard on keeping your grades up cuz we live a different lifestyle than your dad.” I don’t know what that means, daughter implied they do a lot more activities, but all we did for grades was consistently log in and check her grades/assignments are turned in and email her teachers to see if there were missing assignments. We also didn’t give her any other responsibilities besides school and activities so she could focus on homework.
Lastly, they asked if she would do Softball and JROTC and almost talking her out of it because “she probably wouldn’t make Varsity at their bigger school”.
The ex usually isn’t super negative, its usually her BF and I hate hearing about him because he is so negative to my stepdaughter.
He told my stepdaughter an art degree was a waste of money, even though he’s not paying for any of her college (nor is her mom, just me and spouse), that she can’t go to a community college (again they aren’t paying), that we live in the sticks (we live in a suburb of a large city) and constant comments about why we don’t attend church or “do anything fun”. The bf even said he didn’t want the older sibling (who isn’t even his kid) to take dance lessons because it would “make him gay” or when my stepdaughter shared her love of anime with his son she was “turning him into a nerd”.
After many losses and fertility issues, we are finally pregnant with an Ours baby and they immediately laughed and told my husband “You better hope it’s not a girl because our daughter will be jealous.” So lord knows what they tell her on the side. My stepdaughter was excited and even more so when she found out she was finally getting a sister (she loves her little brothers from her mom dearly, but wanted a sister in addition. She is a great big sister!)
I don’t want my stepdaughter to not talk to me about things in her life, I have always been someone she felt she could tell things to for the past 7 years, but I can’t stand hearing ANYTHING those two say (specifically the bf) when it is negative. How do you deal with this?!
Only 2 more years before college, I don’t even care that we still have to pay CS for 3 months after graduation (although I wish it went straight to my stepdaughter for anything she wants of needs for college at that point) I just need to know how you deal with these comments until you don’t have to deal with ex or her bf directly anymore?
2023.05.29 04:28 Blips150 What the actual fuck.
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I'm shook, brothers and sisters.
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Disclaimer: I do not think this was a bad ending, but I'm frankly fucking shook and this episode was by far the biggest rollercoaster of a TV show finale I've ever seen.
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I'm shook, brothers and sisters.
Edit:
Disclaimer: I do not think this was a bad ending, but I'm frankly fucking shook and this episode was by far the biggest rollercoaster of a TV show finale I've ever seen.
2023.05.29 04:28 Similar-Amount-9313 i feel so demotivated
Just saw my results and I am so done.
For context, I am in NBS y1. Lat sem I did badly so I decided to put in much more effort this sem cause I wanted to improve and do well. And I actually did it. Prepared a lot more finals and throughout the sem, I put in as much effort as I could, yet, my grades are around the same as what I got last sem... I really feel so demotivated and disappointed. And since I am in NBS I only have 4 more sems to pull up my gpa ..., I was hoping to get a cgpa of 4. something when I graduate (now it is at 2. something (on the higher side) btw ). Now, I dont even know if that will happen. Or if I will even hit 3
Any seniors .. have u guys ever been in such a situation before.. I just feel so demotivated. I am supposed to be working at my internship place rn but I cant even focus on my work because of this ...
Will this reduce my employment rate by any chance? I was hoping to work at big 4 aft grad, but i am not sure if that is even possible anymore
send helps ....
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For context, I am in NBS y1. Lat sem I did badly so I decided to put in much more effort this sem cause I wanted to improve and do well. And I actually did it. Prepared a lot more finals and throughout the sem, I put in as much effort as I could, yet, my grades are around the same as what I got last sem... I really feel so demotivated and disappointed. And since I am in NBS I only have 4 more sems to pull up my gpa ..., I was hoping to get a cgpa of 4. something when I graduate (now it is at 2. something (on the higher side) btw ). Now, I dont even know if that will happen. Or if I will even hit 3
Any seniors .. have u guys ever been in such a situation before.. I just feel so demotivated. I am supposed to be working at my internship place rn but I cant even focus on my work because of this ...
Will this reduce my employment rate by any chance? I was hoping to work at big 4 aft grad, but i am not sure if that is even possible anymore
send helps ....
2023.05.29 04:27 cyclebreaker12 My dad is dying and suddenly my family had amnesia to all of the abuse?
Tw: overdose, abuse, death.
Both of my parents are addicts and were abusive my entire life including into adulthood. My younger brother lived with me when I finally got out. It escalated so badly police had to be involved due to their criminal activity against me. When my brother graduated high school he moved across the country for school and never came back. I moved as well changed my phone number.
We were both no contact for 10 years with them. I broke it twice for health scares. But after the last time I broke no contact the abuse was worse then ever before.
In March my mom died she had cancer refused all help/treatment abused nurses when they tried to help her and drank herself to death.
I’m not sure this matters to mention but my brother broke no contact with my parents to do their will. Which they left everything to him. He didn’t tell me either of them had cancer and were dying. Or about the will. Until he told me my mom died.
This caused me to be very upset with my brother to hide all of this from me. To which we’ve tried to move past because my dad changed the Will to be 50/50 saying it was just only mom who wanted that and she refused to sign. Which was another reason my family said to forgive give him a chance. That my mom was the problem.
My dad returned that chance by overdosing in front of my brother and I the first time I saw him in years. He had a feeding tube and crushed up his pills and stuffed them in it. He did survive we called 911 in time. I went back to no contact but my brother didn’t.
I put up strong boundaries not to contact me with info I was done because I had complete mental breakdown . The toll it took on my mental health put me back years of recovery I had done in therapy. Suddenly I was a kid again back into the abuse.
My family didn’t respect these boundaries. They keep making excuses for my dad. Telling me I need to be more positive it’s all in the past. He’s dying now he’s sorry for what he did, he asked about me alot and loves me. My dad claims he doesn’t remember any of the abuse. He is unable to drink anymore because he has a feeding tube. So him or drinking was not his choice. He’s still has a pill addiction and addiction problems .
They told me his overdose was an accident. That he got nervous to see me for first time in years and messed up his meds. Which made me feel responsible. They said 1000% this is what happened.
I let this guilt and pain sit on me and when he was transferred to hospice I decided for my sake to go and get closure say goodbye. The visit went ok. He was in bed on very high dose of meds and loopy but he did say he was sorry and that he loved me. I told him I loved him and I forgave him (even though I really don’t know if I do or not) I wanted him to have peace. I brought him a picture of my brother and I tried to make the visit nice. I tried so hard. That was my goodbye.
Now the part with my brother and family. They have literally forgotten all abuse and it’s a complete taboo subject for me to even speak about the overdose or anything negative against my dad or mom. I understand he’s dying but not even my brother we talk about what we went through recently.
It’s like they have amnesia. Suddenly I’m the bad one if I bring it up. If I say I can’t go back again to see him. It’s guilt that I didn’t come back immediately .
Nothing I do is right or enough. I don’t think I can handle seeing him again. But everyone I speak to in my family is painting my dad to be this saint? Suddenly I’m in the wrong for not letting the past go. I’ve been lectured I’ve had the positivity talk so many times.
Because of all of these things I’m having a really hard time with my brother and family. My family says I can’t be upset with my brother for not telling me or with them as they all did the best they could and they all made a decision it was best for me to not know.
This is all too much to handle and I’m really trying to balance their needs but I can’t keep putting myself into harm as this is really putting me in a dark place.
I don’t know how to navigate these relationships. I feel like I’m drowning. I don’t want to hurt anyone in my family so I just agree with them. I shut up push it all down.
TLDR: my dad is dying and my family has amnesia to all of this abuse. I broke NC because of this for him to overdose in front of me. I keep being told me positive forget the past don’t bring things up. I’m lost depressed and hopeless.
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Both of my parents are addicts and were abusive my entire life including into adulthood. My younger brother lived with me when I finally got out. It escalated so badly police had to be involved due to their criminal activity against me. When my brother graduated high school he moved across the country for school and never came back. I moved as well changed my phone number.
We were both no contact for 10 years with them. I broke it twice for health scares. But after the last time I broke no contact the abuse was worse then ever before.
In March my mom died she had cancer refused all help/treatment abused nurses when they tried to help her and drank herself to death.
I’m not sure this matters to mention but my brother broke no contact with my parents to do their will. Which they left everything to him. He didn’t tell me either of them had cancer and were dying. Or about the will. Until he told me my mom died.
This caused me to be very upset with my brother to hide all of this from me. To which we’ve tried to move past because my dad changed the Will to be 50/50 saying it was just only mom who wanted that and she refused to sign. Which was another reason my family said to forgive give him a chance. That my mom was the problem.
My dad returned that chance by overdosing in front of my brother and I the first time I saw him in years. He had a feeding tube and crushed up his pills and stuffed them in it. He did survive we called 911 in time. I went back to no contact but my brother didn’t.
I put up strong boundaries not to contact me with info I was done because I had complete mental breakdown . The toll it took on my mental health put me back years of recovery I had done in therapy. Suddenly I was a kid again back into the abuse.
My family didn’t respect these boundaries. They keep making excuses for my dad. Telling me I need to be more positive it’s all in the past. He’s dying now he’s sorry for what he did, he asked about me alot and loves me. My dad claims he doesn’t remember any of the abuse. He is unable to drink anymore because he has a feeding tube. So him or drinking was not his choice. He’s still has a pill addiction and addiction problems .
They told me his overdose was an accident. That he got nervous to see me for first time in years and messed up his meds. Which made me feel responsible. They said 1000% this is what happened.
I let this guilt and pain sit on me and when he was transferred to hospice I decided for my sake to go and get closure say goodbye. The visit went ok. He was in bed on very high dose of meds and loopy but he did say he was sorry and that he loved me. I told him I loved him and I forgave him (even though I really don’t know if I do or not) I wanted him to have peace. I brought him a picture of my brother and I tried to make the visit nice. I tried so hard. That was my goodbye.
Now the part with my brother and family. They have literally forgotten all abuse and it’s a complete taboo subject for me to even speak about the overdose or anything negative against my dad or mom. I understand he’s dying but not even my brother we talk about what we went through recently.
It’s like they have amnesia. Suddenly I’m the bad one if I bring it up. If I say I can’t go back again to see him. It’s guilt that I didn’t come back immediately .
Nothing I do is right or enough. I don’t think I can handle seeing him again. But everyone I speak to in my family is painting my dad to be this saint? Suddenly I’m in the wrong for not letting the past go. I’ve been lectured I’ve had the positivity talk so many times.
Because of all of these things I’m having a really hard time with my brother and family. My family says I can’t be upset with my brother for not telling me or with them as they all did the best they could and they all made a decision it was best for me to not know.
This is all too much to handle and I’m really trying to balance their needs but I can’t keep putting myself into harm as this is really putting me in a dark place.
I don’t know how to navigate these relationships. I feel like I’m drowning. I don’t want to hurt anyone in my family so I just agree with them. I shut up push it all down.
TLDR: my dad is dying and my family has amnesia to all of this abuse. I broke NC because of this for him to overdose in front of me. I keep being told me positive forget the past don’t bring things up. I’m lost depressed and hopeless.
2023.05.29 04:27 MessageOk239 Since the script leaked last night, some thoughts:
Kendall’s perceived “impotence” (as implied by his siblings) could also be one of the reasons he’d “spin out” in the past. If he knew he didn’t have a “legitimate heir” of his own, then it could have complicated his feelings about his relationship to Logan and his own pursuit of power. It also explains Logan’s detachment from the kids; Sophie was obvious as she’s adopted (and Logan is racist) and Iverson is someone else’s biological child - neither one having “Roy blood”.
Since the “leaked” script is actually legit, then Shiv and Roman decided that becoming CEO is no longer an attainable goal for ANY of them. Roman came to that realization after “catching a beat-down” in the streets and being “talked down to” by Kendall in a manner reminiscent of his father. Shiv realizes that being a pregnant woman doesn’t help her in the least. (We know she has no experience or qualifications, but the character is not concerned with this.) So, both of them, in their own way, are showing Kendall that being CEO is not attainable for him as well. However, Shiv gets “closest” because her husband becomes CEO of the new company that has Waystar components and she’s pregnant with a child who ostensibly has “Roy blood”.
Besides, had Logan lived, Waystar was going to be bought out by GoJo anyway, and none of them-Logan included-would have been CEO. Logan had, however, carved out his niche with ATN which ostensibly would have satisfied him for the rest of his life. However, his death and Mattson’s countermeasure to include ATN in the deal made it so that Roman and Kendall wanted to hold onto it and finish what they perceived as their father’s mission.
Finally, while it seems as if people are celebrating at the end, the buyout does not mean future success. ATN might be in trouble for calling the election early; Living+ fails miserably; GoJo’s manufactured numbers do not get resolved with the buyout; the company is investigated by the SEC and eventually faces severe penalties-perhaps enough to collapse it altogether. ATN viewership dwindles considerably, the rest of the (former) Waystar holdings follow suit. GoJo/Waystar is a spectacular corporate failure with no hope for a bailout. Tom becomes the “face” of that failure, and everyone (who didn’t “cash out” in the days following the buyout) suffer greatly.
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Since the “leaked” script is actually legit, then Shiv and Roman decided that becoming CEO is no longer an attainable goal for ANY of them. Roman came to that realization after “catching a beat-down” in the streets and being “talked down to” by Kendall in a manner reminiscent of his father. Shiv realizes that being a pregnant woman doesn’t help her in the least. (We know she has no experience or qualifications, but the character is not concerned with this.) So, both of them, in their own way, are showing Kendall that being CEO is not attainable for him as well. However, Shiv gets “closest” because her husband becomes CEO of the new company that has Waystar components and she’s pregnant with a child who ostensibly has “Roy blood”.
Besides, had Logan lived, Waystar was going to be bought out by GoJo anyway, and none of them-Logan included-would have been CEO. Logan had, however, carved out his niche with ATN which ostensibly would have satisfied him for the rest of his life. However, his death and Mattson’s countermeasure to include ATN in the deal made it so that Roman and Kendall wanted to hold onto it and finish what they perceived as their father’s mission.
Finally, while it seems as if people are celebrating at the end, the buyout does not mean future success. ATN might be in trouble for calling the election early; Living+ fails miserably; GoJo’s manufactured numbers do not get resolved with the buyout; the company is investigated by the SEC and eventually faces severe penalties-perhaps enough to collapse it altogether. ATN viewership dwindles considerably, the rest of the (former) Waystar holdings follow suit. GoJo/Waystar is a spectacular corporate failure with no hope for a bailout. Tom becomes the “face” of that failure, and everyone (who didn’t “cash out” in the days following the buyout) suffer greatly.