I (F,24) am being abused by my (M,24) narcissistic situationship. We started hooking up last October. I have had a pattern of emotionally abusive partners and I come from an abusive father as well. Now, I had a very distant boyfriend of three months while talking to the Narc. I fell ill and was bed ridden. My long distance boyfriend didn’t visit me or call so by default the Narc was there telling me what he should be doing for me over the phone and telling me to come over. I was incredibly lonely and my family was not supportive. It was isolating. I allowed myself to flirt with the Narc over the phone. My long distance boyfriend went days without calling me or updating me on anything. We really weren’t in a relationship. Eventually, after breaking up with my prior boyfriend I hooked up with the Narc. I took two buses and a trolly. On the way down I called him to remind him to buy a condom. He got angry and told me not to come. I was already far from home and the buses stop running for a certain time. That was the first red flag. Fast foreword overtime? He has pressured/begged me into cuckholding. Telling me he’d make me his. Begging me to allow him to have sex with me on camera. I would tell him NO over and over but eventually did it. I never enjoyed performing for these people. He’d ask me to talk about other people having sex with me. When I would tell him I didn’t like this and was tired of him bringing it up he’d say: “I haven’t brought the kink up in months. I don’t like it anymore.”
He has also sent me videos of him having sex with other women to hurt me. He has said my mother looks better than me and has made sexual comments about my sister. Calling me jealous when upset and passing all this as a joke. Through out this I have begged for a relationship. I have given him money for lunch. Despite my health issues, He makes me come see him. He never travels to me. He used to pay for my Uber h home and then stopped. He told me, “I’m not paying for pussy.” After we had sex he would send me home in the Uber claiming he needed sleep. All this is a plethora of information problems over the span of months. The narc comments of pictures of me on my Snapchat calling me a slut as well. On Valentine’s Day I begged him to come over and saying let’s exchanged gifts. It was last minute I admit and we both do not have cars. I decided to buy him a shrimp ball on the way over and I got a text, “ want to have a threesome.” My heart sank. I told him no. When I arrived he was angry I arrived to early and made me wait in freezing cold weather on his porch until he finished his shower, telling me: “you should have waited. You don’t listen.”
( crying as I write this.)
He has told me if I dress / do certain things maybe he’d make me mine. We make passionate love. I never feel like this during sex but I hate how he treats me. Granted, I call him too much. I am clingy, sure.
One night after sex a woman was blowing him up and he got mad I asked about it so I slept next to him swallowing my feelings. Another time he started getting angry at me that an uber wasn’t accepting my ride quick enough in snowy weather and accused me of canceling it or lying about ordering it so that I could stay. Not true but he wanted me gone so he could sleep. He apologized.
Months in after begging him for a relationship and being denied I went on an app for a hookup. This guy paid for EVERYTHING. I told the Narc I am going out despite not needing too as we are t committed and he tells me nothing of what he does. I told because me and narc have unprotected sex. I posted my outfit and date on snap. He commented if I dressed like that to come see him he’d take me serious and implied I look bummy when I see him. While, I was with my hookup I missed Narc. I was texting him while I was with my hookup. I wanted to impress him so I sent him short audio messages of us moaning. I wanted to tease his cuckholding kink. Narc was/still is upset at this and accuses me of doing this out of spite. I regret this.
Fast foreword to now? He is still abusive and offers me nothing. I saw him recently and he was actually vulnerable with me. Telling me he is not ready and he genuinely does like me. However, he made me take a dangerous subway line at night to see him and I had 2 men staring at me and walking back and forth around my area. Another got agressive with me. I kept calling him saying I was scared and he wasn’t where he was supposed to be and blamed his tardiness on the fact I kept calling him. We went back to his place and messed around in which during he told me He would kill me if I gave this pussy to anyone else. This was new. Oddly, I feel very safe around him. The next morning a woman called him at 9:48 AM. I accused him of lying about loving me and he calls me crazy. He went out recently and told me not to call him. We have been fighting about this and he told me: (*refer to screenshots in no specific order )

I’m single, unemployed, years away from receiving SSI, and in debt. Hypermobile EDS prevents me from doing simple chores. I’ve also had to move twice (not due to eviction, just $ stuff) in the last 1.5 years.
Years ago, a very close friend (…”friend”) convincingly pretended to be eager to help me until she was resentful, accused me of having an undue sense of entitlement to her, treated me as if her presence in my life was unreasonably taxing volunteer work & as if I was an emotional dependent of hers instead of her peer, and disappeared from my life. All that despite the following facts: I said no for her the very first time her discomfort with a request of mine was somewhat noticeable, I requested exactly zero favors from then on, I never ever subjected her to a guilt trip or otherwise behaved in a manipulative manner, I never asked for money or anything unreasonable, our time together was full of laughter and sharing my art supplies, and I never allowed myself to be fully vulnerable with her—she never had to be my shoulder to cry on. She was a people pleaser and blamed me for her inability to say no. She even said she believed I thought she didn’t love me enough, unwittingly confessing her preoccupation and anxiety regarding the size of her love for me.
(Side note: I don’t believe in different sizes of love. I do believe in different sizes of attachment.)
That experience compelled me to repeatedly respond to my more current friends’ volunteered offers to help by saying, “I will accept your help on the condition that you do not offer help unless you actually want to. I would rather have no help at all than for you to form resentments.”
My closest girlfriend texted, “I want to help” re: my most recent move. She followed up by telling me her availability and followed through. I told her I owed her. She denied that I owed her anything. I then said, “Yes, I do.”
Several weeks later, she referred back to her help with the move as a “for example” regarding why she had been distancing herself. After I reminded her that helping me move was her idea (I was undecided about whether I’d ask her to), she said, “I know, but I felt guilty. I felt…frustrated [while I said resentful, which she did not deny].”
Another voiced frustration of hers was that she drove to me more often than I drove to her. (Pain management is much easier at my place, it is difficult for me to get out of the house, driving spends my precious spoons, and she can afford gas more than I. Until then, her assertions on that point communicated that she believed it to be equitable.) I responded by suggesting we see each other on Tuesdays because my physical therapist is on her side of town. I also told her I want to address anything she needs to experience our friendship as compatible with her self-respect.
Anyway. It’s been a week since she sent the message in the screenshot.
I’m on the edge of my seat. What special need(s) do I require friends to meet? Wait, no. I misspoke. It’s not my job description for friends or even a friend, but for The Friend. Wow I sound EXTRA. All because my connective tissue physically disables me.
I’m also drawing a blank on how I managed to forget instructing her to prioritize my well-being. Definitely sounds like I am a soul vampire.
What I need is to be taken at face-value and offer the same trust and respect to people safely. I need a break from being the object of others’ egos, misdirected anger, and envy (it’s a thing—what we need aren’t necessary accommodations so much as excuses to get special treatment).
I spent today shaking and paralyzed by the grief and rage boiling in my torso. It still does not compute. I did everything within reason to prevent this.
Trusting people without suffering unrelenting and inescapable existential injury seems a privilege reserved for the luckiest.
TLDR: Accepting help I physically need ruins my friendships and I am in shock. No matter how mindful and emotionally mature I am, people I love perceive me as too much due to hEDS.

Text at top reads: Pyrrha Nikos the Great-Hearted (Grammar is dubious).
I wanted to lean into both the Greek Aspect of Pyrrha’s Fairytale Inspiration a little more than her current (and sadly, only) design. I kept/integrated many aspects of her original design as I could’ve.
Practicality and “sense” was a the primary focus besides the focus on the “Hellenic-ness”.
Otherwise, there is no color because I’m bad at coloring lol. Her color palette shouldn’t be any different than her original appearance.
I based her redesigned shield around the Boeotian Type Shield because of Akoúo’s design already resembling a Boeotian Shield. The front is decorated in her Crest as well as Fall Leaves (why? Because they look cool lol). The backside is standard with a fur lining on the arm-grip for physical comfort as well as inspirational Jaune Quotes for Mental Comfort.
Milo (or in this case, Miláo) was fairly complicated. The “Spear” form of Milo, I gave fins for aerodynamics… so it can be like a big dart when launched. They collapse around the Magazine when transformed into gun or the short spear.
Milo’s shorter form didn’t look like a Xiphos to me. It reminded me more of earlier Mycenaean short swords, so I didn’t call my redesign’s Milo as having a Xiphos form, instead calling it a Short Spear.
The rifle form is funny to me. The Tip of the spear is the stock, so when it came to transformations, the Blade would have to become the Stock. Simple. But the Stock itself would be flimsier and less solid because it’s made of the spear tip. I also imagined a potential hazard in having the spear tip as the stock so I imagined my Pyrrha to stick a Recoil Pad on the end to physically protect her shoulder from being cut off.
Also, to make the whole thing smoother, I cannot make the Rifle Magazine size higher than 4. Therefore, my Redesign can only have 5 shots to use at max. 4 in mag, 1 in chamber.
This is mostly practice for me as I am trying to “animate” the poses of my drawings more.
Critique Me! Have at thee!

I've got an Artevino III (by EuroCave) and while updating my Cellar Tracker app, I noticed some mold on some of the bottles (only the bottles on the back of the shelf, and only 3 shelves, in the mid-upper section of the unit). My humidity looks to hover right around 70%. I did some digging here and elsewhere on the web, but didn't find much. I called Wine Enthusiast and the customer service rep asked when the last time I changed the charcoal filter was. 🤯 I didn't know that was a thing! 🤦🏼‍♂️
He ended up sending me one free of charge (!) and my girlfriend and I just finished emptying the entire thing, wiping down bottles and all the surfaces inside the cellar with some diluted white vinegar, and installing the charcoal filter. Funny thing, my unit didn't have a filter to begin with, only a round plug, the exact same diameter as the new filter, with wording stamped on it that says 'Do Not Remove.' I'm not sure what that was about, but the cellar now has a brand new charcoal filter installed, freshly cleaned surfaces, rails, and shelves throughout, and is reloaded with all the goods!
I'm a Nappa Cab snob... 😁 Here are the top 4 shelves. 🍷🍷