Mom and daughter kiss

I’ve never written a question on this app before but this is eating at me. BUCKLE UP THIS IS LONG!
So my husband’s family have been abusive to him, he is the black sheep of his family he is the youngest and has a different father than his older siblings (8,6 years older).
Ever since I started dating him I was antagonized in some way. When I first met his family for Christmas his middle brother invited his ex-girlfriend to hang out, unbeknownst to my then bf which was awkward but she was fine with me. My boyfriend then was really sick and I took the train 2 hours to pick him up from his home (where his family was with their cars) and take him to a hospital in London. He was there for 6 days not one person visited him but me. They made fun of him and minimized his illness.
Then we moved to my home country the US and eloped. They came to visit a few years later his mom and eldest brother were okay. Middle brother again constantly throwing barbs and digs at me completely unprovoked. I get there may be a culture difference they are White English conservatives, I’m African American. Shortly after we married he dated a black girl, who left bc she was also treated poorly. Some examples of digs; I congratulated him on graduating and asked him when he finished he replied “same time you were supposed to” (I dropped out). Then I asked what the he loved most and what was challenging about being a PT and he replied “no offense, working with fat people.” Took them to multiple meals and covered everything which wasn’t cheap, he complained about the food being “reheated” and bitched when he was ID’d.
Things get progressively worse, middle brother has a precious baby. I want to spoil her and become close with the mother of the child (who is not with him due to his creepy behavior). We form a fast friendship and chat all the time about the baby. My brother in-law tortures this girl denies he is the dad but also goes out of his way to bully her (she’s not breast feeding right, she shouldn’t have pacifiers) all from the comfort of his home. He is also constantly complaining about having to pay $50 a week in child support nonstop saying he is going “bankrupt”. My hubby is part of a group chat and my mother-in-law talks ish about my friend and my hubby is telling me. I ask to see and his brother is actively trying to give his soon to be 1 year old daughter eggs and gluten that his ex told him she was allergic to and they are plotting to do this during her birthday and explicitly NOT tell my friend the mom of his baby. The reasoning was “I’m the father, I deserve to be respected, I can make choices to” but he is extremely sneaky. I show my friend/baby’s mom the messages and all hell breaks loose because of course he lies and gets caught. I would have told him off directly but he blocked me because he was mad at how close I was getting to his ex. I am called a “despicable woman” dragged in their chat, made to seem that I’m spying on my husband and accused of being jealous and sabotaging my niece’s birthday party. My husband says nothing in my defense just goes along like he didn’t send me the photos of their chat…
They don’t know I’m pregnant at this time and I chose not to tell any of my in-laws due to how awful they are. I also don’t believe in telling anyone that would wish ill on me and my baby (bad juju), but my bestie the baby mom knows. I give birth his mom has an absolute tantrum says incredibly awful things to my husband, reaches out to my mom to wish her congratulations on her grandchild and says “i guess I will learn to love him.”
Then my friend the mom gets diagnosed with cancer and wants to keep this secret and makes me promise, she kept my secret pregnancy it is the least I could do. She dies a few months later and my brother in law attacks her for not telling him and claims she is a horrible mother. He takes custody of his daughter.
Fast forward the eldest brother meets this hog woman. She is rotund and English, very ignorant and rude. The first interaction I had she thought she knew so much, decides to bash my dead friend’s parenting, call my dead father in law “weird”, tells me my niece eats everything now due to having a “good parent” and called my apt in NYC “embarrassing” bc it had scaffolding on google maps when she looked me up (like a creep). She then antagonizes me in a variety of slick ways including posting the eldest brother with my niece with the caption “uncle B’s favorite!” On my son’s birthday. Most recently I tell his family that we want to actually have a proper wedding and celebrate after 10 years of marriage, i give them 2 years notice. The hog says “ohhh me and the eldest are planning on getting married then.” I ask why she says “nice weather”. She then proceeds to have a fall wedding (orange, red, greens, pumpkins, barley, wheelbarrows etc.” in May. I try to be the bigger person and send a kind welcome and she leaves me on read.
I hate these people, I need to let this go. My husband says that we should just go on continuing our happy life and not “start problems”. But it feels like so much awfulness to have to swallow. I also feel like if/when I do speak up I’m the hysterical angry black woman and this hog is the “innocent”. The whole thing is so so frustrating but I need to let it go even though I want them to hurt emotionally as much as they have hurt us.
Any recommendations, would you want revenge? There is so much more but I have written a novel already. I feel alone like no one has my back or tries to understand my perspective. They are so sneaky and underhanded. I want to protect my family from these sick people. At the same time I want justice, justice for my husband, for my dead bestie, for me son and for me.

Here is my long Story. So I am a 18 year old girl and my mom who is 45 asked me if I wanted to share my first kiss with her because she was worried that people would laugh at me because I hadn't had my first kiss before, I said yes and then we did a about 10 second long kiss on the mouth nothing more. A few days later I asked my mom if we could kiss again because I liked it and she said yes, this time because we wanted to do more kisses, we went into the bedroom and cuddled and kissed but still normal kisses. The next day I asked my mom if we could do a little bit more with the kisses like french kisses or something like that and she gladly agreed. My mom loves kissing but has no one besides me because I have no siblings and my dad passed away 3 years ago. So we did some french kisses while cuddling and we kinda wanted more so we kissed while only wearing underware and we loved it, we did this for about 3 weeks before getting completly naked and showering together. Now we do kiss normaly sometimes when like walking past each other we do gentle kisses or when we are down to we get undressed and do french kissing while cuddling. Do you think this is weird or ok?

Hi I just came across a novel, chosen by the moon novel by izabella W. Its on pay by chapter websites, I've opened and read a few chapters but I can't seem to find any free version or chapter version anywhere. Please help. If anyone has read it I'm willing to take spoilers. Here's the advert I found below of it on Facebook.
Lycanthrope species is a disgusting race. And I, Delan Riley, am nothing more than a human scum in their eyes never expected those species would turn my world upside down. Since when the lycans managed to penetrate our town, like in the early 1900's we have a hierarchy, upper class = the lycans, middle class = mated humans, and lower class = the normal humans, who were basically considered scum. I endured their torment day after day, vowing to run away from them one day, until that day came and everything changed.
Dylan POV "Humans," I scowled at the principal's words from tannoy. "The Alpha twins will be celebrating their birthday tomorrow, as such, festivities are in order." Oh great, the Alphas twin children. Adrian and Arya are the worst lycans alive. I swear just because they are the alphas kids they literally get away with everything. If their birthday is tomorrow, then the wolves are going to be worse than ever. "All students will be present to greet them, two lines will be made, with humans on the left and the lycanthrope on the right. Any mated human will be at the front of the line for their year, you will all also be in order of your school year. That is all." Chat broke out the minute the tannoy was finished. "We haven't had a school gathering since the alpha king visited three years ago, before his sons coronation." Nick was right, the last time we all gathered like that was for the king and queens visit, when he decided to let the world know that he was to renounce his title to his only child, son Josh. "That sick bestard, he wants to make sure everyone is there so those idiot twins can find their mates." Yes I was mad, my fists connected with the table in front of me once more as I thought about how disgusting the situation was. You see the twins will be turning 17, so it's very possible someone in our school could be their mate, finding a mate is sacred to a wolf, the minute they say that one word your fate is sealed. They will turn your mind, morph you into being a lover of their kind, and then you'll give in.

That won't happen to me, I'm growing old to see the world as it once was, and I'm going to choose who I'll be with. No one will take that dream away from me.

Once dinner was finished, I just wanted to sleep. I'd had a very long tiring day, I quickly sat down on a small stool my mother kept in the storage closet and removed my shirt while my brother Freddy sat at the table to do his simple homework. It wasn't long before my mother came in with a large bowl of warm salt water and some cotton, this was going to sting I just knew it. She was here to help me with the wounds caused by wolves yesterday. She slowly began to unwrap the bandage from around my torso and slowed down drastically when it came to the final layer, I felt it peel off every wound and my fists clenched in pain. "Jesus!" I heard my mom exclaim once the dressing was completely removed. The air on my back was nice though and I sighed as my arm covered my once again exposed brests. "This is more than 15!" I began to hear sniffles coming from her and sighed turning round to look at her face, only to notice tears streaming down it. "Mom I'm fine, it's alright." She shook her head. "It's not alright, I'm your mother I shouldn't let these things happen. I'm so sorry. Your father would have..." here she goes again. Every single time something happened she'd always bring up dad, it really annoyed me because no matter how much we all wish he was here, he just isn't. My father was kiled by THEIR kind, almost 5 years ago when they actually managed to take over. When the lycans managed to penetrate our town my father rose up with some people from the neighborhood, to defend our livelihood, it was futile to say the least. We lost many people and I watched as my dad was ripped apart by two fully shifted wolves, I ended up shoting him to stop his suffering before they dragged me to the courtyard, i was the person to receive the first lashing of the town when I was 12! The wolves have been pretty strict with me since that day. "Stop being stvpid!" Was I harsh? Definitely! Did she need to hear it again, absolutely. "Dad is dead, we don't know what he'd do because he never knew this life. He never knew this world." I know what he'd have done, most likely attacked the guy who held the whip and got himself kiled in the process. "The best thing you can do for me, is stop crying and help me, next time don't insist on helping if you can't handle it." She began to wash my open wounds with the warm salt water causing loud winces to leave me, I knew it was necessary to prevent infection, but my god it hurt like a betch. "Some of these are really deep Dylan!" She sniffed again and my eyes rolled in my head. "I told you, I'm fine, just wrap me back up so I can get to bed." My mom was obviously more impacted by my injuries than I was, I suppose that always the case though. When it's happening to you, you've just got to get through it but when it's happening to someone you love, you just want to take their pain away. She quickly placed a fresh bandage around my waist and chest and wrapped it tightly for compression. The bowl of water that was used was now red in color, I guess from the blood my back was dripping with. "Can you keep your head down please? At least just this week. You can't take any more lashings." I simply nodded before standing up away from the stool, I walked over to Freddie and ruffled his hair in affection. "Good night squirt." He giggled and fixed his hair slightly. "Night Dilly." I smiled walking upstairs to my little bedroom, as soon as I was inside i shut the door and flopped down on to my bed on my stomach and I took a minute to cry to myself at the pain in my back, what my mom did was important but it hurt, not that I'd ever tell her. My hand covered my mouth quickly to muffle any noise I might be making. I couldn't tell anyone, I had to be strong because more and more people were crumpling these days, and my mom would break if she knew how much I was suffering. Sleep followed me shortly after, she was right though about me needing to keep my head down for the time being, I could not take another lashing! After a long night and an even longer morning, we were all finally stood in the hallway at school waiting for the twins to arrive. "Mine!" Everyone that was stood in the hallway tensed up, as we were seniors, me and Nick were stood towards the very back of the human line. All the mated people were situated directly opposite their wolf mates in their years. We stayed silent and still as Arya walked down the hall and stopped directly in front of Nick. His eyes widened in fear, unsure of wether to look up or keep his head lowered. "Look me in the eye, mate." He glanced at me slightly as if asking what he should do. "I said, look me in the eye." He slowly moved his eye line up to look at her face. I took a glance myself to see her eyes pitch black with lust. "I... can't... I mean... erm." Before he was able to mutter anything else, two wolves from opposite, grabbed him out of the line and dragged him behind Arya. "Hey!" My head shot up before I could stop myself. My mouth also forgot its place as I jumped out of line. Everyone's head shot to me as my eyes widened in realization at what I'd done. Adrian, the other twin, walked up to me before punching me right in the stomach, I doubled over instantly. Feeling the sting in my slightly healed back. "I know you... You were publicly flogged only two days ago." God I hate this guy. "I also have it on good authority, that you openly spoke out against our rules and regulations in yesterday's class." My head shot down the line slightly to see Erin, looking a little frightened, her mate, the beta to be was looking at her, nodding his head in reassurance. "You traitor, you grassed on your own kind?" I yelled at her before feeling a fist connect with my cheek. My head whipped to the side from the force, while my class members gasped. I'm so done with this treatment, right then, I wasn't in charge of my actions. My fists curled up and my stance became a lot more defensive. My head snapped up to the alpha to be, and I looked him in the eye. "You don't know the meaning of the word disrespect." I suddenly hurled my fist towards his head, which he easily dodged, but my foot came up and kicked him instead. He stumbled backwards from the force with wide eyes. "You... you Actually hit me!" He didn't even sound annoyed, more shocked. Everyone in the hallway was watching, waiting for the alpha to do something but instead he simply stood up straight, regaining his composure. "I think everyone should get back to class." He began to walk away, following his sister when I called him back. "What about Nick?!" "Simple, He's my sisters mate. He now belongs to her." Argh, he's not an object. "He's not her property." A chuckle left his mouth, before turning his back to me again. "All humans are property." A short while later everyone made it to science class, our teacher Mrs Mathews is mated to the lycans pack doctor, she also now has a four and two year old with him. She was one of the first humans to be cohered into a false relationship. "What were you thinking young lady?" I rolled my head at her before looking at the empty seat next to mine. Nick was with that stvpid wolf girl right now. Being changed, I'm so angry it's ridiculous. "I was thinking, this guy is being a prick. Did you hear him? 'All humans are property.' It's bull shet." I looked up and the whole class looked at me like I had three heads. Talking shet about wolves is one thing, but talking about an alpha is punishable by death, attacking an alpha is an even worse offense. There was then a knock at the door and in walked Erin and her band of mated bestards. "Sorry we're late Mrs." "Erin, how are things between you and bata Monroe?" She blushed, the traitor actually blushed at the mention of his name. "He spoke to me last night about trying for a baby. We need a good strong boy to take over as beta." I scoffed looking at her as she took her seat. "You guys are actually pathetic, why can't it be a girl? Those mutts are basically Neanderthals" I voiced my opinion and saw all the shocked faces around me. Calling the lycans mutts, is the same as them calling us scum. After lesson had ended the entire school was called into the hall for assembly. This is where any human who has been found to have broken the rules were punished, usually 10 lashings were goven out or something similar. "Welcome to the school assembly, congratulations to the alpha twins for finding both your mates. Now on to the business at hand, as the 5 year anniversary of the new world is coming up, we have been informed that the alpha king will be visiting our district next week, this is very exciting news. We want you all to look your absolute best, she wolves and mated females will wear exemplary dresses made by seamstress. Male wolves and mated men will wear tailored suits. Anyone who doesn't comply will be reprimanded." The Alpha King?! No one has met him yet, he took over the throne three years ago when he turned 18. He really didn't make any appearances though, great, this month is going to be a nightmare. "As for the humans, you will be given a new uniform to wear for the visit, these are to be neatly ironed and worn to the highest standard. As for the following humans, based on your attitude this past week, you will be coming to the front and facing punishment. Tony summerset?!" Tony's head shot up as he looked around, he was in the year below but he shared my views when it came to the lycans. He slowly walked up to the front of assembly, almost instantly his top was t0rn in two and he received 10 lashings. A girl named Kara was next and she too received 10 lashings. A few more people went up slowly accepting their fate then suddenly my name was called. "Dylan Riley." Inside I was terrified but I simply shrugged my shoulders, I guess I did kind of expect this. Although I'm not sure if my back can take any more damage. "You attacked an alpha, correct!" His eyes bored into mine as I bowed my head submitting to his authority. "Technically, no." Everyone in the school gym looked on in fear, as my head moved to the front row of the wolf side. Adrian sat, with a werewolf girl in the year below, her name was Jana, I guess he found his mate. Nick and Arya were no where to be seen though. Adrian gave me a shrug as if to say he didn't tell, before smirking at my comment. "He hasn't officially taken the alpha title yet, so he's just..." i looked at the principle and noticed his eyes black and his claws out, he was in what lycans call a half shift, triggered when the subject has become angered. He turned to two security wolves and gave them a nod, Almost immediately i was forced onto my knees, my arm was slammed on a table and held in place by one wolf, while my body was held in place by the other. "Ok, I don't think this is needed, I have alpha blood, a stvpid human girl can't hurt me." My head snapped to Adrian who had stood up in front of the school to stop what was happening. "Nevertheless, humans need to know their place." With that the pressure on my arm increased as our principals hand pulled my sleeve up before a long claw punctured my skin. The searing pain shoting from the fresh wound had my eyes scrunched and my fist clenched, I bit the inside of my cheek hard instantly tasting blood, however no sound left my mouth. He continued to write, using my skin as a canvas and his claws as a marker, it went on forever, my vision blurred slightly at one point as I turned my head away. After minutes of torture, he was done and the pressure on my arm eased, instantly I snatched my arm away, hissing through my teeth at the pain. I was about to scurry off stage, when I was roughly grabbed yet again, my arm being held in the air by the principal while my feet were inches off the floor, blood dripped from the wound and the pattern he had made was on show for everyone to see. Loads of people gasped, even the wolves looked slightly horrified at what had happened. "This is what happens when a human decides to speak out. I can promise, anyone who so much as says one word about our way of life, will have the same punishment." My arm was starting to seriously ache from being held in the air for so long, and the lack of blood flow to my suspended arm was causing me pins and needles, still I refused to make a sound. I held the tears back and I bit my cheek harder causing more blood to fill my mouth. "That's enough Bradley!" Adrian growled, he was still stood up and looking at the scene in front of him. His eyes hard as he stared at the principal a low warning growl erupted from his chest which had the head teacher gulping, he quickly let go of my arm causing me to crash to the floor. A small cry left my mouth as I hit the hard floor. Immediately I scrambled away, my foot just missed the high step leading to the stage and I fell, waiting for the impact of the ground, but it never came. Two strong arms wrapped around me catching my weak body causing me to look up, my eyes widened as I noticed Adrian had caught my falling form. "This isn't part of the human punishment program!" Adrian growled causing me to tense in his grip, I pushed him away from me before fixing my uniform top. The room was deadly silent, taking in the scene in front of them, while I stole a glance at my forearm. Carved into my skin by his devastating claws were two words, words that would most definitely scar my body for life. 'Human scum' "Lessons must be learned, she received lashing merely two days ago, and clearly it had no effect on her." Another growl left Adrian's chest as he stepped on to the stage, I wasn't bothered though, you would think I'd be ashamed but I simply smiled slightly. I fixed my sleeve a little so it wouldn't rub on the fresh wound before speaking. "It doesn't matter," the whole room looked at me shocked by my attitude. "I would rather be labeled human scum, than have any resemblance to your kind. I'm proud of what I am, how many of you can say that?" After my amazing little speech, I walked right down the middle between the humans and lycans and out the door. No more compliance, I'm going to get away with as much as I can without getting into too much bother. There will come a day when the lycans power will fizzle out. When it does I'll be ready, I'll be waiting for the day we take our world back. As for the best part about my plan...

No one can stop me.

"Ouch, not so hard." I seethed as the school nurse cleaned my new wound with antiseptic. "If you had of just kept your mouth shut, this wouldn't have happened." I turned to my right looking out the window at the few clouds that were floating in the blue sky. "Like I said, I'm proud to be human, and now everyone knows what I am." I clenched my fist together as the nurse began wrapping a bandage around my forearm. It had been a good few hours since the incident in the hall, and I had been forced to come to the nurces office after I had tried to clean my wound by splashing it with water from the tap, it also refused to stop bleeding. "You are impossible. Can you please just try and stay out of trouble? For one day, that's all I ask." Our school nurse is a wolf, she's one of them. However she hates the way they treat us mere humans, she thinks we should all just live in peace with equal rights. Like that would ever happen. "All I've done is stay out of trouble, but you are just going to humiliate me anyway, so what's the actual point?" "The pack were discussing a public execution, Dylan. You need to walk on egg shells from now on, not just for you but for your family as well." No ones been publicly executed in over 4 months, I'm flattered they're considering it. They only execute people who they believe are the biggest problems to society. "Well then... I'm flattered." I chuckled, before looking at the patch job. 'Huh, not too shabby.' I quickly stood up from the human nursing station and pulled the sleeve of my shirt down covering the evidence of ever being hurt. "This is serious!" I just gave her a blank look before leaving the room. On the way out I heard her call back to me. "Please just think about it." I gave a clipped nod as I walked away wondering how I'm going to tell my mom about this. Later in the evening... "Dilly why you say that?" Freddie looked up at me with a mouth full of bread. "Don't speak with your mouthful!" My mom scolded him as a bashful blush made its way to his cheeks. "Sowwy mommy." His reply was muffled as he swallowed the last chunk of food. "I said it Freddie, because it's the truth. The wolf race are a pathetic excuse for..." my mom cut me off with an extremely stern look. "Dylan! They have ears everywhere, one more word out of you and it's your room." I scowled, my hatred for the Lycan kind growing stronger as each day passes. "What more can they do to me, lash me? Beat me? Brand me? They've ran out of options." I stated slamming my hands down, then severely regretting it as sharp pain shot though my wound. "What was that?" My head shot to regard my mothers worried expression. Her eyebrows were raised and her eyes were dull and judging as she looked at me. "Nothing, it was nothing." I quickly took my plate in my hand and began to walk to the kitchen. "I'm not really hungry, and I have homework to do!" My mom caught hold of my forearm causing me to drop my plate suddenly, I watched it slowly fall before shattering on the floor. I retracted my arm quickly and turned to Freddie. "Stay there and don't move until it's cleaned up ok sport?" He just nodded with wide eyes, I turned back to my mom and noticed her curious stare on my arm. Her grip shifted to the other side as she turned it around before pulling my sleeve up. The bandage was showing and a bit of blood was seeping though after the wound had been disturbed. "What the hel happened?" My moms eyes widened as she began to fumble with the bandage. Before she could unravel any of it I snatched my arm away. "I had an accident at school. No big." I began to gather the large pieces of the broken plate up ready to put them in the bin. "What did you do Dylan?" She looked at me with pure worry and only then did I realize what the wound must look like to someone who didn't know. "For gods sake! I didn't do it to myself! I got publicly punished at the assembly alright? It's no big deal." Her face dropped instantly and she stepped towards me, causing me to step backwards. "Mom, I'm ok. So back off will you." "What did you do? I've never known them to cut someone's arm as a punishment." Her shock and accusation was evident in her voice and I sighed heavily. "I spoke against the alphas son." I may have hit him too, but I wasn't going to divulge that part to her. "It's not one big cut, mom, it's a brand, 'human scum' carved onto my arm." "They've branded you now too?!" My eyes rolled at her hurt tone as I went to get the dustpan and brush. "You're so much like your father." A sigh left her mouth as she spoke, running a hand through her hair, while I quickly swept up the little pieces of the broken plate. "You've had a new uniform delivered. It's laid out on your bed. Dylan, Please just try and stay respectful in the future, I don't want my daughter to be completely mutilated. Although you're not far off." "Gee, Thanks." I then walked over to my little brother Freddy before blowing a kiss into his neck and hearing him giggle. "So sport, how's school going?" "It's ok." He shrugged before going back to coloring a dinosaur picture in. "Well that's good, stay out of trouble, ok little man?" Heading upstairs and into my room, my thoughts wandered to the permanent graffiti scar very slowly healing on my arm. Disgusting beasts. Think they own the world because they're faster, stronger and can shift. Pah. If you ask me they are not all that.

The second I walked into my room my mouth dropped open. On my bed was some grey pants laid out neatly, which wasn't the surprising part, no, what shocked me was the grey high neck no sleeved button down shirt, every single set of uniform had sleeves except this one. They've done this on purpose those, mutts. They want the world to see my arm and know what a disgusting creature I am. They want the world to know that I, Dylan Riley, am nothing more than 'human scum'.

During the last week, I've been horrible, in class I've been loud in voicing my views, I've insulted at least everyone to some degree, I didn't care about the consequences, and I certainly didn't think about them. I haven't seen Nick at all since he was claimed, and to make matters worse today was the royal visit. Oh yes, werewolves and mated humans alike were spending every waking minute preparing themselves to meet his royal majesty, king of the wolves. Unclaimed Humans however would rather stick pins in their eyes. "Dylan, get down now... you're going to be late." She was right, I was dawdling this morning, I really couldn't be bothered today, I gave myself one last look in the small mirror and sighed when my eyes met my newly uncovered brand. It had bad bruising around the letters, and was still extremely tender to touch, it was definitely healing now though. I made my way down the stairs and came face to face with my mother who was seeing to Freddie, she was helping my brother get his coat on when she turned to me. "You ready sport?" Freddie nodded his little head at me and smiled while I quickly slid my shoes on. "Just Remember, the alpha is bad enough, Dylan, please, please don't do anything to anger the king." My mother stopped us from walking out the door to tell me something she had been telling me continuously for the last couple of days, it was almost as if the entire human population of our district was expecting me to do something stvpid. "Try and have a good day." I rolled my eyes but nodded, even I know not to push the king, he could kil me in the hallway like it was nothing. In fact I plan on staying out of his way for the entirety of the day. "We will see you tonight mom." I stated before me and my brother began our walk to school, his little hand clutched my own tightly as we went. Usually Nick would be with us, as he lives next door, well he used to, now he's residing in the main pack house. I quickly dropped Freddie off at his school and watched him get the wolfsbane neutralizer before walking into him building giving me a small wave before he went in. With my new scar on complete show, and my figure being complimented by the skin tight shirt I was wearing, I sauntered down the street to school, I gave my name and year in and took the wolf's bane neutralizer injection with no problems at all. It was finally getting into school that the problem occurred. Walking through the halls I was met by many looks, some of pity some of disgust. You see every single non mated human in the school was wearing a long sleeved version of the uniform I was given. All the Wolves and mated couples were scattered around in fancy floor length dresses or tailored suits. As I turned the corner I noticed a couple, now this couple happened to catch my eye the most out of all of them because it consisted of Arya and Nick, eating each other's faces off. "What the hel!" Nicks head shot to me as his eyes widened. He too was dressed in a tailored suit, a navy blue tie hung on his neck to match Aryas dress. Why was this happening all the time? It's always my friends that get completely brain washed. I shook my head in disbelief before turning my back on him. I heard his fast footsteps behind me as I rounded the corner. "Dylan?!" He ran right in front of me, stopping me in my tracks, making me drop my bag off my shoulder and almost causing me to bump into him. "Let me just explain..." "Has she marked you?" I mean you could almost see it in his eyes, she had marked him, and knowing the way life goes he's probably even mated with her. "Actually... Don't even answer that." I aggressively picked my bag up off of the floor and stormed off down the hall. "Dylan, just listen to me, Erin was right, it's so hard to resist your soulmate, and Arya is actually ok once you get to know her." I just kept walking, he caught up to me walking beside me but it didn't matter, I completely ignored everything and everyone. 'I'm so not in the mood today' getting into class was good though, I said hello to Mr Foley and took my usual seat. Nick sighed then took his bag off ready to sit next to me, but I snapped before he had the chance. "Traitors and mated idiots sit on that side of the room." I didn't look him in the eye as I pointed to a seat right at the front of the classroom on the opposite side. His eyes widened as he turned his attention back to me. "You can't be serious Dylan." I gave him a blank look before grabbing my book out of my backpack, I placed it on the desk then began to write the date on the top line. "I've sat in this seat for as long as I can remember." I ignored him, his voice sounded sad and shocked. "Dylan? Wait! What is that?!" Before I could react Nick had grabbed hold of my branded arm and turned it to see the letters. "Oh my God! What happened?" I snatched my arm away from him and shrugged as I continued to write in my book before grabbing my water bottle out of my bag. "The principal happened, it was my punishment for speaking out against Adrian and Arya. I wear it with pride." He just held a complete look of disbelief. "You spoke out against them?" I shrugged, what did he think I'd do. "It's no secret that I despise this stvpid new world and the mutts that control it. You were my friend, I wasn't going to let them just take you without saying something, although that is exactly what you seem to have done. Enjoy the view from your new seat!" "Don't be like that, Dylan, I'm your best friend, I'm sorry about your arm, but..." my eyes rolled inside my head at my friends words. "Anything with the word 'but' in, isn't an apology, it's a rationalization." I took a drink of water from my bottle and kept my eyes facing forward, ignoring his every attempt to try and talk to me. "Dylan?.. Dylan?... Do you know what? Erin is right, if you push us all away you won't have any friends left." He huffed before walking over to the empty seat and sitting down, I could feel him glancing up at me every now and again but I didn't respond. "Good morning class, please settle down." He looked at me then at Nick and frowned, we've never sat apart, we were friends before the new world even began. I just shook my head telling him to forget it. "So... as you know the king will be arriving in a short while, but until then lessons will go on as normal." Its funny seeing teachers in the same uniform your wearing, mr Foley and his wife are the coolest. Human teachers and doctors only have slightly more respect than we do. Because of Mr Foley's status him and his wife have better access to food and drink, Mrs Foley is cool, sometimes she even makes sure mr Foley brings some in for me. Ya know, coz I'm their favorite student. It's not in a weird way, it's just they were friends of the family before the new wold took effect. Mr Foley and my dad were buddies from high school, so it goes without sayin really. "All the mated humans will be at the front of each years line again, after that you will all be placed in status, Nick, as your mated to Alpha Arya, you'll be at the front of your line. Dylan as you have been branded..." his voice trailed off as he looked at me. "Yeah yeah, I'll be at the back of the line behind everyone. I get it." I huffed, moving my sight towards the window once more. "I am sorry." I turned to face Mr Foley again, he looked genuinely upset and that look of pity wasn't something I wanted to see. I gave him a clipped nod then turned away again. "Anyway, on to the subject matter, 'Of Mice and Men, page 64, Nick why don't you start us off with the reading."

"Of course sir." Nick began reading the book but I switched off, today is going to be a long day. After almost an hour and a half of reading comprehension, the bell chimed signaling lunch. I shot up and out of the classroom before anyone could say anything. Today, I was avoiding drama like the plague.

I wandered the corridors straight to the lunch hall. All the people I would normally hang out with we're all mated so I grabbed my lunch quickly, and sat down at the end of the human table. Let me lay the lunch hall out for you. On one side of the room you have two long rows of tables, with simple benches that make it look like prison, on the other side of the room you have multiple round tables with fancy chairs. Yup you get it. The humans sit at the prison tables and the wolves and traitors sit on the fancy tables, they get fancy food, fancy drink and most importantly they get pudding. what I would give to have some pudding. "Dylan can we just talk?" Nick quickly took the spot next to me as he set his lunch tray down. I looked at his food which had been placed on a ceramic, circular white plate. God that looked good. I sighed knowing he was going to talk anyway. "Fine, you have two minutes." I used my fork to take a bit of pasta off his plate and shoved it into my mouth. God that was good. "After I left school, I was taken to the pack house with Arya, and I really got to know her. It took a few days for me to finally accept being with her, but ever since life has been ok, and the sax... well that's a whole other story." Eww, I didn't need that mental image in my head. "I'm glad your happy." I stated before deciding I had no appetite. His face held shock before he sighed in relief. "That means a lot Dylan, I mean you know that your opinion matters to me." I cut him off before he could say anything else. "I said I was glad your happy. I didn't say I approved of what you've done. You've basically turned into one of THEM, I can't ever forgive you for that." He looked hurt, but I couldn't care less about his feelings. He placed his hand gently on my arm and went to open his mouth when a growl sounded out. All heads whipped to where it came from, Arya was stood holding a glass of soda and a plate, she was looking right at me and Nick and I would totally be dead if looks could kil. Nick quickly retracted his hand, his whole face fell and you could see sorrow flood his irises. "You sit with me now, get away from that, that... scum!" Wow, Nick was such a lucky guy. NOT. "You heard her. Get away from me, go sit with your new friends. I'm happy for you, and I understand where your coming from, but don't come up to me again and pretend you didn't betray your own kind. Don't pretend you didn't betray me." I shoved a little bit of food into my mouth before standing up and walking out of the cafeteria, leaving my tray on the table. I was walking through the hallway to the classroom, you see I decided to spend lunch with Mr Foley in his room, when I happened to hear voices in the corridor. "Is it wise for her to actually be present when the king arrives? Surely she could be placed in the dungeons, it might actually teach her some respect?" My principal was speaking to the alpha of our district, huh, if I stayed and listened do you think they'd notice, maybe they could smell me?! "Everyone is to be present, if the Riley girl does one thing out of line she will be dealt with severely, child or not. That girl has been a blight to the district since day one, she's dangerous, if she puts one hair out of place I will personally break her into submission." Oh shet, they were talking about me specifically, and they mentioned the dungeon, that's not been used in months. Normally I would have listened in more but something about the entire situation didn't sit right with me, all of a sudden, I was on edge, and simply wasn't interested in the slightest in hearing how my misery was to be enhanced. I backed up slightly before turning around and bumping head first into one of the hottest man I had ever seen. I lost my balance immediately and fell straight on to the floor letting out a small grumble in the process. His eyebrows knitted together quickly and his breath hitched in his throat as he looked upon my fallen state and gasped. "Mate!" He whispered, his eyes fixated on mine. Now, I had seen and heard that many times to know what that means, I gasped before taking a step back. 'No, no, no, no, no. This can not be happening.' He growled slightly before stepping towards me. Oh Shet!

I’m moving back in with my parents due to a divorce and the HCOL where I am. My parents said I can stay and not worry about rent. I currently make 52k a year. With rent and expenses, I have no savings and about 25k in debt. I also have no degree or marketable skills.
My mom has health issues and needs assistance. I can work from home taking care of her but it only pays $14.00 an hour. But that will allow me time to take classes online, take my daughter to school and be there for my mom. I will essentially be in the same spot financially since I won’t be paying rent anymore.
So should I work from home with mom with a pay cut to take classes or try to find something similar to what I do now? In the area she lives in, I will make less than my currently salary because of the lower cost of living.

I have 2 beautiful daughters, Joy(16) and Mia(15).
While I believe Joy is the most beautiful girl, not everyone agrees with this. She has red hair, pale skin with a lot of freckles and is a bit overweight and is a B- student while Mia has blonde hair, fair skin and is tall and slim and is an A+ student. Because of this, most of the boys at school like Mia while ignoring Joy.
There is a boy in Joy's class that she has a crush on but he doesn't seem to notice her.
Last week I came home and found the girls fighting. Apparently the boy asked Mia out and she said yes even though she knows how much Joy likes him. I tried to stop them from fighting but they kept yelling at each other. At one point Joy called Mia a whore. I told her that what she said was not nice and she needs to apologize. Then Mia told her something along the lines of "You are fat and ugly and dumb and it's not my fault that no one will ever like you so just get used to it".
I told Mia that what she said was horrible so I punished her and grounded her for a week and told her she has to do all of Joy's chores in this week and will not get an allowance for a month.
She called me an asshole and went to her room crying. Now she is refusing to talk to me and has stopped calling me mom and instead uses my name. My husband also thinks I was wrong here.

tldr; while my partner was visiting her sister last weekend, my sister in-law and her husband told her to break up with me. Now I don't trust them. We have a meeting today to discuss how to move forward. Help!
Background:
My (32M) partner (30F) and I met in 2011 at university. We kissed for the first time, and started a relationship in 2012. It was beautiful, so so beautiful. We were two inseparable love birds. The amazing memories from those years will last me a lifetime. In 2015 we started facing challenges in our communication. We failed to resolve them and ultimately broke up/reconciled twice between 2015 and 2018.
During the breakup we tried to live our lives, forget each other, meet other people. She even moved to another country and had a great time there. We had minimal communication while broken up: sharing only major milestones like graduation, or the random message when she got a tattoo etc. Eventually she moved back to the same country. We started talking again and agreed that we would fight to make our relationship work. We worked out our issues. Since 2018, we've been learning and growing together. We've had arguments, especially when adjusting to living together. Things are still not PERFECT but I was convinced they are good, until last weekend.....
The issue:
My GF visited her sister (35F), the husband and their 2 daughters. When she came back, she wasn't in a good mood. She started picking a fight with me about dishes, laundry and other small things. I was shocked. We didn't see each other for a weekend, and this is the hello I got. I had actually done 3 loads of laundry that weekend. I cleaned her lunch boxes and pots from the previous week that had started developing mould. The fight was very unreasonable. Ultimately she told me that she was doubting/confused about our relationship. I'm thinking: WTF!!
It's not the first time we fight after she talks to her sister. So I dug and she eventually told me that in laws wanted her to reflect on breaking up with me. It went far. They offered her a place to stay if she would need a few months to process the breakup. I became more confused the more details I learned. At family events they are always friendly. When I got the impression that they don't like me, my partner assured me that they all thought I'm a great guy. Well, it's now clear that although I'm a great guy, just not the right guy for their "little sister." I've known this woman much longer than the sister has known her husband. The arguments they made are along the lines of: I'm holding her back from her dreams, I have no direction in life, cultural differences. A suggestion was made (not sure if by my GF or them) that I may be manipulating her. As a result, I find it hard to discuss with her now because, will she just say I'm manipulating her when I share my views? According to my gf, they reiterated that I'm a nice person, just not the person for her. Part of it could be financial. I'm not close to f.e. having enough savings to purchase a house (which I know is her dream, it's mine too, I'm just not there yet).
Anyway, we're meeting later today, all four of us. I don't trust them anymore. I don't feel comfortable with my partner visiting them. I don't want to visit them either. I don't think I even want to talk to them at family events anymore. I feel angry, disgusted, humiliated, and stabbed in the back. I have so many questions. Who else did they talk to? Other siblings, the parents? How long have they been thinking this? Is my girlfriend telling me the full truth or is she protecting her family by withholding certain information? (she's done this in the past) It's a mess.
Some other context:

• My partner has been feeling low energy for a while and recently shared with her sister that she sometimes has suicidal thoughts.
• My partner and all her family are white, EU. I am black, non-EU.
• Their native language is my FIFTH language. I speak relatively well, although I am uncomfortable in a family context with fast-paced group conversations. I am usually quiet during family gatherings unless I have a 1-1 conversation.
• I am currently not working, I'm receiving unemployment benefits which isn't much money but enough to cover my basic expenses. GF is doing quite well financially.
• I'm not actively looking for a job but rather completing a 7 month, full-time data science bootcamp, accredited by government, working on real use cases with real companies, career coaching etc so I'm confident in securing a job in the coming months when the training is complete.
• GFs sister recently had kids and has shared her desire for GF to start having kids too so their kids can grow up together (I want to wait with kids until I secure a job after my training and have a better financial circumstances)
• When we got back together after 2018, we decided to move in together and I applied for a family reunion through my gf (better possibilities for me in terms of access to the job market). I live in EU for 18 years but have no nationality.

The situation now:

• My partner says that she's 99% sure about us (i can live with the 1% doubt lol)
• Partner is willing to go low contact with sister but I feel bad because she loves her nieces and actually 3 weeks ago, her and her sister had a heart to heart where they both cried and reaffirmed their sibling love for each other
• we are having a call to discuss how to move forward with our relationship, all four of us.

Honestly, I don't know how to approach the conversation. How would you do it? What would you ask? What would you want to have as outcome? Is this talk even healthy/necessary?
The truth is, if I could, I would never talk to them again, I miss nothing in my life by avoiding them. But how do I ensure that i don't push my GF from her family and create more resentment either towards me or the sister?
If you read this far, I appreciate it, and happy to hear your thoughts!

Four months since the big D-Day, and I continue to experience what I believe to be hysterical bonding. I despise it. I think it would be much easier for me to cope with the betrayal trauma if I responded as most women do, by distancing myself. This is especially torturous for me because it is entirely one-sided. I crave attention, hugs, kisses, touches, and intimacy, yet he remains cold and distant. If I am lucky, he might brush my leg with his foot for a couple of seconds. Despite telling him numerous times that I find comfort in closeness while I’m trying to heal, nothing changes.
We frequently have sex, but it is mostly initiated by me. He allows me to “service” him, barely touching me in return. There is no foreplay, no cuddling afterward. This lack of affection wasn’t present even when he was using pornography. Currently, I have no evidence to suggest he continues watching, nor do I have any reason to believe he has stopped. He hasn’t been touchy for years, but he was at least affectionate. Is this resentment toward me for uncovering his secret life? His ego? Or is this how he is coping with his own trauma, shame, and guilt?
How can I stop disrespecting myself in this way? I've tried distracting myself by spending time with friends, buying new clothes, and changing my hairstyle, but all this is just temporary relief. I've had six or seven therapy sessions with a general therapist, as there are no CSATs available in my area, but I found them unhelpful and felt I could talk to a friend the same way, for free.
As time passes, I had hoped things would become easier, but unfortunately, they have not. I remember the day I gave birth to my daughter. I arrived at the hospital in excruciating pain, tossing and turning on the patient stretcher, desperately begging for an epidural to relieve my agony. That is how I feel now, but the pain is far worse.
I struggle to control my intrusive thoughts; the unknowns and what-ifs constantly creep up on me throughout the day, causing me to spiral downward. I cannot discuss my feelings with him because it always ends with him getting defensive and lashing out at me. My therapist once said that our anxiety worsens when we don't act in accordance with our feelings. I try to appear as if I’m okay, but deep down, I'm screaming in pain every day. Does it ever get better?

The Girl is from a poor dalit family, she isn't studying, whole family does labour work.
The guy is older but a decent man, doesn't do nasha, still single cuz he's an orphan, living with his uncle's family. Earning well and has his own farmland. He's growing older so his family doesn't care about the caste issue and are happy to accept this girl as their DIL. Note:- I'm not a racist or something, I'm just telljng you that casteism still exists here and mentioning all this just for context.
My mom proposed this marriage, both parties have agreed on this marriage. At first i was fighting and shouting at my family cuz this girl is too young and they're ruining her life. But im getting influenced , here's my mom's pov :-

1. Girl's caste falls under BPL category really poor, labour class where women &men work whole day, come home, men goes to drink , women cooks food and does all the chores, men comes and beats women eat and sleep. This is their daily routine in each and every fkin household.
   
2. in our caste, situation is a bit better, the guy is good . that guy's family is really in need to get this guy married cuz he needs a family , his uncle aunt are getting older. This is the only rishta that got finalised they are literally begging to the girl's family. So the girl will get a princess treatment from them.
   
3. The girl is young but her mother is determined to get her married, if not this man then some other guy will be finalised. And that will be from the labour class only. She will be trapped in that hell forever. Trust me my mom is the only women in our village that advises them to make their girls study and stops them from marrying their daughters young, she's pretty progressive but this case is just inevitable. And she feels like she's saving that girl's life.
   
4. Apart from the age gap everything feels okay🥲I'm getting influenced by her reasoning. What are your thoughts on this?
   

I recently got caught with cigs and a vape in my luggage when I was traveling with my parents. My dad was watching the luggage and the tsa spoke with him about the found goods. I came later and he handed me my vape without saying a word. I was pretty shaken and scared in the moment so I just went silent to and couldn’t speak to him the entire day. He hasn’t confronted me about it and I’m not even sure if he told my mom. I first off want to apologize and tell him that the cigs were a one time thing and that I won’t vape again. It’s already an iffy situation because my dad caught me vaping last year and I said I would quit then too. I know I am a terrible child, but seeing my dad go quiet like this, reactionless makes me scared that he won’t consider me his daughter anymore. I even fear that he might stop supporting me financially and I’m still pretty young. I’m seeking advice on how to regain my dad’s trust and how I should approach this situation. I’ve also promised myself and swore that I won’t touch a vape or cigarette ever again. I really want to quit myself for health but please help me out guys.

I’m so stupid but I just realized that in the next part Portia will have successfully married off all three of her daughters and she’s done being an ambitious mama!! What is she going to do next season then? Is she going to be the best of friends with Violet (she’s still not done with her kids though, 5 more to go) and stop being bitchy once and for all? Or are we going to be seeing less of the Featherington’s when this season is done?
I think it is so wild to think that Penelope will become a Bridgerton and it’s even wilder to think that Portia will be Colin’s mother in law! Can you imagine how insufferable Portia will be to the Ton once her daughter becomes a Bridgerton? I don’t mind seeing less of Philippa and Prudence but I want Portia to stay in the show. It would be fun to see her interactions with Violet (what if she gets added to the Queen Charlotte, Lady Danbury and Violet club?)
I’m also looking forward to more Penelope and Violet interactions. Pen will finally have a nice mom! I wonder what will happen to the Featherington’s next season, I just really hope they stay! We’ve seen them since season 1, I’m truly going to be sad if they leave.

Heyy so my GF is closeted but her mom has suspicions that me and her daughter are dating, We’ve been dating for about 3 months I’m 20 she’s 19 but my gfs sister told us today that her mom had a conversation with my gf’s sister and her mom said she was going to ask us (me and my gf) if we are friends or if we’re a couple. Im like scared that her mom is going to see me diffrently or think that i turned her daughter. idk my gf said shes just going to tell her if she asks but i guess my question is should i just let my gf handle it like any questions her mom has abt our relationship or should i just sit there whilst i witness her come out idk im conflicted.

I’ve been in the Spravato program since January. I absolutely loved my clinic at first. The staff is actually a family so it is a family owned and run clinic. The atmosphere was so warm that I ended up eventually making friends with a staff member who was often the one administering my medication and checking my blood pressure. We hit it off really well, like soul sisters (I’m sure being the one always there for my ketamine sessions accelerated the feeling of being soul sisters). We also had a lot in common and both lacked friends so an unlikely friendship was born.
I am thinking, well, might be complicated to navigate but I’m sure I can handle it. I need good friends who understand my mental health situation and in my logic at the time, who better? Well it gets more complicated because I found out during my last drive to the clinic that the woman I had made friends with (platonic, I’m also a woman and also not attracted to this person) hadn’t yet told her mom, who is my nurse practitioner, that we were hanging out outside of the clinic probably because she didn’t want her mom to be upset with her. There are 3 generations working there, a grandma, her daughters and then her granddaughter plus her daughter’s cousins.
She didn’t tell me she didn’t tell her mom until I was already in the Uber on the way to the clinic and I had to make a decision whether to be dishonest with my nurse practitioner or not. At the time, she said it was just her anxiety kicking up and that it would be fine if I told her mom, but it felt like she wanted to be the one to tell her so I decided to just let it slide. I then ended up having a panic attack during my session where my nurse practitioner, her mom, had to come in there and help ground me so I didn’t slip into a fit.
She said last night she was going to tell her mom because of me being uncomfortable and she didn’t want that to be a barrier to my treatment because she saw me in the panic attack initially before she got her mom (who is more experienced in severe mental health) to help me.
You would think all that is the reason I’m stopping but it turns out the main barriers to my treatment have been me being stupid enough to try to bring my husband to the clinic who has been abusive to me. My wrist still hurts from another bad fight we had where I was dumping out of his clothes on the floor and he decided to grab me and restrain me by the wrists. I had tugged and yanked and screamed for him to let me go because he was hurting me. He just held on harder and kept staring at me. He seems like he feels justified because I was throwing a fit in our bedroom, throwing all his clothes on the floor and wiping stuff off the dresser onto the floor. It was a really bad fight.
So then, my nurse practitioner, who I keep updated, and who has recently met my husband initially for an info session, was telling me that we “catastrophize” each other…..I tried to believe her but had a panic attack during my session following our talk because it feels like abuse, not like I’m demonizing my husband. And now I feel like she was only saying we are demonizing each other, because she needs our business since the clinic is new and family run. They have been extraordinarily happy since I left a glowing Google review because it followed a particularly bad review from someone who couldn’t get into the program.
Until now, I have felt very welcome there and looked forward to coming there every week but now I have canceled any future appointments because him leaving bruises on me IS abuse, it doesn’t matter if I’m to blame too, it’s still abuse and I can’t keep going somewhere that potentially wouldn’t call a spade a spade just so that they can keep their business going.
Oddly enough, I think I still want to carry my friendship with the daughter because her and I get along really well and she’s my first real friend in a long time. However, she has refrained from giving her specific opinion about my situation/husband and instead just tells me ambiguous stuff like that she is in my corner and that I just need to make sure I’m loving myself, etc. I don’t know if that’s because my husband might be a client there or if it’s because she also thinks I’m “catastrophizing” abuse.
This feels like a bit of a wild experience. I’ve now attached the whole social experience to the Spravato treatment and don’t really want to go to anymore ketamine treatments. Just the thought of going to a treatment now gives me anxiety. Really just the thought of walking into that clinic.
I think I could have handled the friendship with the daughter but when my nurse practitioner, her mom, said I was “catastrophizing” my husband after he literally left bruises on me that I was able to show her and still was planning on moving forward and seeing my husband as a client….it just stopped feeling like she genuinely cared and that it was all about the bottom line $$$ at the end of the day.
I’m just sad in general. My psychiatrist originally referred me to this place and I’ve told him how well it’s going. This place also referred me to my current disability lawyer so now I’m worried they will be difficult for my lawyer to work with since I’m withdrawing my client status over it all (I told them the reason through the chat portal and was polite but firm about why I was leaving)
Gosh I know this is a lot but does anyone have any advice?

Hey guys,
Yesterday my 17yr old best friend told my that she is dating her 43 yr old volleyball trainer. She told me that he had eyes for her since she was 16. I was shocked when I heard the news and thought she’s pranking me. Turns out, she didn’t. I was so overwhelmed by the news that I believe that I didn’t react properly and I only realized how heavy the situation is once she was home
The guy is divorced and even has a 15yr old daughter (who we are both friends with). His daughter doesn’t know anything- no one besides me knows that.
She’s head over heels in love and doesn’t realize that she’s being used by him for s*x and over stuff. I’m really concerned for her wellbeing and I want to help her…but I don’t know how and if it’s even my right to act
What would you do?
[Update 1: I talked with my parents about it. They were kinda indifferent about. However, I did expect that. I’ll talk with my friends mother today about it. I rather talk with her mother instead of her father, since he’s kinda…problematic. I’m kinda scared but I’m doing this for her]
[Update 2: I wanted to pay her a visit to talk about it again and to encourage her to tell her parents herself. However, she’s wasn’t there and her mother opened the door for me. My friend had told her mother that she’s with me for the whole day (my friend didn’t tell me that she used me for a cover up to meet up with him). I had no over choice than to talk with her because her mother was already suspicious (apparently my friend has been acting strange lately). Her reaction was shocked, because on the one hand the man is literally older than her (her mom is 40), and on the other she’s literally having a secret affair with her coach behind everyone’s back. She thanked me for telling her and once my friend arrives back home she’ll try to dig deeper. Luckily her mom promised me to not tell her daughter that she got the Tipp from me]
[Update 3: He has been reported to the authorities. They’ll investigate it further. Apparently the guy has some dirty history]

I am exhausted. I'm tired of being the one to always wake up early with my daugher while my husband sleeps in. I'm tired of being the one to put my daughter back to bed when she wakes up at night, while my husband sleeps. I also don't feel like I can ask for help. My postpartum depression has been doing a number on me, and the mom guilt really starts to eat at me if I wake my husband up for a turn, or ask to sleep in, because he has to work some late hours. She's 6 months old, I know this doesn't last forever. She'll grow quick, and before I know it she'll be sleeping through the night. I guess I just need reassurance from other moms that they've gotten through this first hard year with their sanity 😅

My daughter’s dad just passed away from liver disease he was 27 he was a huge party guy alcoholic he lost custody of my daughter a few years ago over a drug test so they didn’t see each other too much but she loved her papi. She left with his mom this evening to say goodbye. I’m just wondering what I can do when she gets home besides being extra nice and comforting for her I just want to see if anyone has any suggestions or advice for this difficult time.

May 4 2023 I had been separated from my wife of 17 years for 6 months. She had already moved on and was surrounded by the friends I thought I had. I was very much alone. Every time I tried to talk to someone about it, family, counselors, strangers, all i got was platitudes, "You will be ok, this too shall pass." All i could think was, I have never been alright, what the fuck would you think its magically gonna be ok?
It had been going on like this for weeks. I gradually gained and lost ground and ended up in about the same spot. I grew up listening to 80s pop (yea i know) and tried to reconnect to that kid, the last iteration of me that was really happy. I had hoped by reconnecting to the music I had largely forgotten over the decades. The old ballads, the boy that still believed in love and destiny. While i still remember the words to "Something To Believe In", it did not help.
It was a Thursday, I woke up, sent my kids to school and was knocking back energy drinks to try to get some work done. My team had been carrying me for a while at that point, and that does not sit right with me. Its usually the other way around. I sat there thinking that is this was all there is, if human existence has a distinct beginning and a distinct end, then nothing really matters. I got this weird buzzing in the back of my skull. All of the grief, heartache and pain I had been ignoring for decades, hit me at once.
As i lie on the floor, unable to think, barely able to breath, one thought cut though all of it. "You can be done. Living on is expected, but the world will keep spinning after your gone. You're going to fuck your kids up anyway, no sense in watching it. You can be done." That thought "You can be done" got me off of the floor. I buttoned up my projects best i could, took Friday off and said my final goodbye to my team, some of whom i have worked with for 15 years. They had no idea.
"I can be done"
I put my best suit on and took my daughters out to eat. Nothing fancy, but they generally do not get to order whatever they want, and I wanted them to have one last memory of me before i left. I dropped them off with my son, kissed the youngest one goodbye and left, for what i knew was the last time. "I can be done"
I drove to our old house, to look at the tree we planted. It was tall and strong in the breeze and offered little in the way of hope. Stopped at a bar I had been to a dozen times, still no one to talk to. and then I went home. Not to my kids home, mine. The crappy apartment I spent 15 years in growing up. It was someone else's obviously by now, but i went to sit by the cornfield I used to smoke at. "I can be done"
Smoked my last cigarette, watched my last sunset and apologized to the boy I had failed all these years. The one that was broken here, and never really found his place, or his people. The plan was simple enough, drive to the highway, top the car out and hit something solid. To say I was exhausted at this point is an understatement.
I stopped by the gas station by the interstate, got a bottle of water, and sat down in the car. This. Was. It. I could be done. But i was so tired. The phone chimed, and a dude I had not talked to in weeks popped up. "You ok?" Two words. They should have been the last thing i ever read. I still do not know why did not just pitched the phone out the fucking window and been done.
But i did not.

So this might come out a little sporadic but I'm typing as it the conversations come out. Also on mobile apologies for format. Also I've tried to talk to them about my wife's feelings about being here but they brush it off and said well suck it up.
So after struggling to keep up with rent our landlord said to have 1300 by last friday or be gone. We had no way of coming up with 1300 in 5 days (she told us the monday of that week). So we told her we would be gone so we started packing. Called my parents to see if we could temporarily move in with them and they said yes, it should be noted they have spent the better part this year pushing to have me, my wife and our daughter move in with them rent free. My wife and I are both pretty private so the thought of living with other people was too much even if it was family. Being our only choice I had to reach out, we spent monday afternoon through Wednesday night packing our home of 3.5 years. They came down thursday and we started loading the truck (just my wife and i) while they kept our daughter busy. After the truck is loaded and they have our mattress and a few other items loaded in their truck they take us out to eat, we then take the truck to the storage unit, unload and make our way to their house 2.5 hours away.
My parents and I have a semi strenuous relationship, being they like to control and guilt trip me since I'm a only child and my dad is now disabled. Their on fixed income. My wife and I spent the better part of the next 4 days applying for jobs through various job websites. It's been fine up until Tuesday when we head 45 minutes away to the nearest town with staffing agencies. We fill out info and were told to wait for a call. That was about 3 or 4 hours, knowing we did all we could we headed back. We get back to my parents house(really a trailer on some land) the first thing out of my moms mouth was "yall are back already. I figured you would make a day of it" mind you we've been applying online to anything and everything but so far no calls. As I've already checked the jobs in town (as small as it is) only accept online applications, it's not like we could fill out paper ones and et hired on the spot. My wife and I spend the rest of the day in our room still applying for what we can find. My parents want us to sit out in the living room with them, we do for a little bit until it's time to put our daughter to sleep.
Wednesday comes and it goes pretty much like tuesday, along with the sly comments when we get back, except this time we head another 30 minutes away to another town and we have a interview set for this coming monday.
Thursday comes and we dont go out because we've already hit the staffing agencies even remotely close to us, which any job we get requires up to a hour of driving one way. Now this trailer is hoooot and the ac doesnt work all that well on our side so my dad and I take a window unit out of his work shed and fit it in the window of our room. All that was said before we spent half a day getting to this point was any extra electricity we use we would pay the difference, that was fine with me. My parents are older and get cold easily so setting the ac temperature to 78 is normal for them but again the ac sucks on our side and we're sweating our asses off the previous nights.
Meanwhile they have been pressuring us to spend our free time in the living room to watch movies with them, while they have their faces buried in their phones and not paying any attention to anything else.
So now its Friday, exactly 1 week from our first full day out here. We're down to 1 vehicles right now and the engine temp gauge starts going out as we ran into town for baby stuff. We make it home and I noticed I missed a call from my mom. I call her back and she asks where we are at, I said we just got back because the car was acting up. " well I thought yall would he out applying for jobs" I said again we've been applying for jobs for a week now. "Well you need to figure something out soon especially since your car is messing up". So then I spend the next 4 hours helping my dad around the property and listen to him complain that we've been using too much electricity with the window unit and they cant afford a $500 electric bill. We've kept the ac at 70 and it barely comes on with 2 fans going. We have a 2 year old and she doesnt need to be sweating in her sleep. I say ok and try to move on. After taking a shower and laying down to rest I get up and grab some leftovers from the previous night. Now before I continue I should mention that when I was still living at home while my wife and started dating, my parents would ambush me after getting home with 2 or 3 hour discussions on how my behavior is unacceptable. Meaning me going out with my girlfriend at the time, now wife and walking through the park after work or going on a date on our days off. This continued until we moved in together. Even me moving out was a problem when I didnt want to take towels and cookware with me because we already bought some. They always guilt trip me into helping them with something. Now after a 1.5 years of my wife and I living together my parents lost their house(my mom didnt tell my dad until a week before they had to leave) she knew for a while but never got a job or asked for help. So my wife and I got 1k each loans from work to help them move(which they have paid back) but then spent the next 3 days helping them move 20 years worth of living 2.5 hours away.
My wife has tried to get along with them but they just rub her the wrong way with comments, behavior and attitudes.
But now we have a kid so I feel compelled to go out there as often as possible so they can spend time with their grandchild.
Now cut to friday(yesterday now) and I'm heating up leftovers. As soon as I set my bowl on the table they come sit down, oh joy another round table discussion. They start off with how we sleep in too late(9 or 10am is too late I guess) we dont spend time with them, also a lie because we spent 6 hours in the living room the day before and they barely acknowledged us, we dont seem to be doing anything. Also a lie, coming straight from their mouths, they dont believe we have been putting any effort to find a job since we dont do it in the living room and tell them watch what yall want we're putting in applications. I cannot make this up. How I have to ask if they need any chores or anything done around the house to help out. Also a lie because I ask do you need help with dinner, do you need help with cleaning up, and my dad has been asking for my help for every little job he wants to do around the house. I may be your child but I'm not a child. They dont like how we sit in our room, for maybe half a day, I've spent more time doing shit around the house or looking for a job than I have spent chilling with my wife and daughter. How we dont seem to have a plan and their not going to be paying our way, now mind you they've been hounding us to move in, we have to find jobs, shit doesnt come by easily anymore. One thing they kept saying before was yall dont have to come in the living room with us, you can come and go as you please, that was bullshit. As far as places reaching out to us for interviews it's only been 5 business days since we've been here, between the 2 of us we have nearly 150 applications out and nearly all of those are 45-1.5hrs away. We do have 2 interviews set for monday.
So they wait until I've sat down to eat since I've been busy all day and haven't eaten to ambush me again with a talk. They love to control me by guilt, before it was fine because it was just me dealing with them since my wife refuses to play their games but now your trying to do this shit in front of my wife and daughter.
Side note I told my mom not to feed our daughter with her spoon the night before, " well we've been doing you just havent been here to see it" and continued to do it. I started to raise my voice but my wife shook her head no.
Where did all the promises before go to? Why is it now we're just lazy bums sleeping all day(lie). I have a plan, I know what I need to do, as I'm telling them this I get the "dont be so defensive"line. I'm not being defensive, I'm telling you we have interviews set and applications out, it's a waiting game. Anytime in that discussion I say something that disproves what their saying they turn it around to well that's not the point that's exactly the point, what I said proves that your talking out your ass but you sont see it that way. Earlier in the day for the 3rd time in 2 days they berate me about the extra electricity. Why offer to have a window unit put in if you sidnt expect us to use it. We're not talking 60 degrees 24/7. 70 at night(which is still hot in the room but bearable and off during the day.
Also my wife doesnt feel comfortable eating around people, so really the only time she eats is dinner at the table(mandatory apparently) or if I bring food in the room, with my parents behavior its makes her uncomfortable to be out in the living room(where the spend nearly all day) to grab a snack. I get it, your in someone else's house you dont want to dig around the fridge. So now my wife is barely eating.
I've been trying to keep a relationship going for the sake of my daughter but this shit is the last straw. I feel like your trying to drive a wedge between my wife and I(like they've been trying to under the guise of have we want to spend time with yall but making sly comments to piss us off) my wife is ready to leave and I'm with her. I cant do this game with them anymore.
Yall offer help with one hand and have a knife in the other. Everything has strings attached to it.
Over the years my dad has giving me some thing she doesnt use anymore. A old laptop (by today's standards but usable) Xbox one which I still use A old digital camera Old tablet with cracked screen Set of battery powered drills(heavily used) These are the only items they bring up and ask if I still have them or I sold them. They are all in storage, I should know by now any gift will be used against me later on by accusing me of selling them.
So now I'm on reddit after my wife and I talking about the entire week, 1 week, 7 days of being here. Until she fell asleep about 1am. I'm still up pissed off and typing this. I'm not sure what to do, we talked about gettig 2 checks and getting a pay by the week hotel to get out of here quickly or try to deal with it for 2 months until we save enough to rent a place(security and at least 2 months rent)
I'm ready to ghost them and move on, my behavior is suddenly a problem when it doesnt involve them.
Side side note, for our daughters birthday we decided not to do a party and just the 3 of us go to zoo. We had a blast, lot of laughs and pictures, it was a great day until my dad took offense that he wasnt invited. Nobody wss invited because it was the 3 of us. But again everything has to be about them.
So thank you if you made it this far, I may add more as it comes to me but this is the basic idea of my situation.

im honestly embarrassed writing about this in reddit. but i havent had a single person to rant to since my bf broke up with me two weeks ago. ive had a crush on this man since i was 12. im almost a senior now. when we got together last year, it was like i was dreaming. i couldnt believe i was really with the guy id liked for 5 years. everything was going AMAZING i mean i had never been happier. we spent the entire summer together. he snuck me over to his house we watched movies and ate dinner together. our first kiss was on the top of a camper while we were stargazing. i mean a literal DREAM. my last boyfriend of two years never took me on a single date, so i thought i had found the one (i still believe this) when i didnt have to constantly ask him to treat me good. hes so sweet and so thoughtful. constantly told me how pretty i was or how grateful he was for me. i was unbelievably grateful for him too. i still am. after the summer ended he moved away for college and we had to do long distance for a little while. hed still come over during holidays and random weekends including my birthday. i was still happy. long distance did nothing to us but bring us closer. constantly anticipating the next time wed see eachother, facetimeing, watching movies otp, etc. this summer started earlier for him than me cause college. about three weeks earlier. we were both so excited to see eachother for more than a week. to spend this summer together. my depression got worse because i was failing in school, girls were starting drama, mine and my mom's relationship started falling apart and my bf was the only person i could talk to about it. but i didnt. my worst habit is bottling things up, or expressing my feelings in different ways than my words. i started going randomly non verbal with him. i started picking little fights and wouldnt take responsibility. he shouldnt have had to deal with those things just because I was going through shit. i brought him down. about a week before we broke up we got in an argument and i didnt take responsibility when i absolutely should have. that was his last straw. and then that entire week leading up to the breakup he was dry. i knew it was coming. he didnt want to hang out with me he didnt want to call me. i spent the whole time preparing. i spent that whole week telling myself "itll be okay youll be okay" and then it happened. i begged and begged a begged. i embarrassed myself honestly. i didnt want him to give up. but he had every right to. the last thing he said to me gave me some kind of hope. he mentioned that we can be together again in the future, he just doesnt know how long. im not 100% he meant that but im trying to be hopeful as well as move on. its hard. we had plans. for now im trying to better myself. not just for him, but for me too. im trying to figure out how to deal with certain feelings so i dont bring people down like that. i love him. so so so much. i probably will forever. he deserves more than what i gave him. todays his birthday. its hard. i want to talk to him i want to know if he still thinks about me. i want him to know i still think about him. every second of the day. so even though he will never read this, happy birthday :) i hope its a good one. you deserve the best.

(The below is a rant from a motherless daughter who was raised by the abuser)
Because I cannot help but imagine that my mother's life, at least for the time that I got to know her before she passed, was nothing but hell.
She died when I was a child, and since she wasn't here to use and abuse anymore, I got to experience all the abuse she got, except I went through it as a minor with no choice or love for the man who was hitting me. Plus dad was a man child so we lost the house and all structure to our lives because she managed everything.
She often referred to him as her "other kid" because he was childish and incompetent when he was in a good mood, and throwing actual violent tantrums when he was in a bad mood. I also witnessed them hug and kiss, say "I love you" and be romantic and have lovely family moments, but with so much chaos surrounding those moments they really feel like a "broken clock works twice a day" thing. At the time it just felt like a normal family thing. I mean even the families on TV have a selfish dad and a caring mom.
I watched her get bullied by him, I saw her put her body between his and mine when he would lunge at me, I heard her screams, I heard him call her the C word. I saw her shop, cook, clean, work, and parent while he was "at the casino" for days. I felt her pain throughout all this. I knew she was miserable. I knew he made her miserable because he was a selfish meanie, it wasn't hard for a kid to figure out.
So why do the adults, her friends and sisters, tell me "but you have to understand, she loved him!" ?
And now that I am an adult who's been in a loving romantic, domestic partnership for a decade, I don't think I'll ever understand the "love" my mother felt for this man. I am afraid to know how it feels to love a wife beater and child abuser, but I know her friends want me to know that she was happy. I wanted her to be happy. I want to know if this "love" was worth all the pain and violence I witnessed. I want to know why a woman who was with a man like this, said "yes" to having a daughter with him. Did she think his love would be appreciated by me? That I'd thank him for being such a wonderful misogynistic violent sperm donor to me and my half siblings that he hid from her? I just don't get it. She would often tell me to never date a man like my dad, and then knew on her deathbed that she was leaving me alone with the man she warned me to never be alone with.