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Together almost a year now. After taking several years of healing from my past relationship I understand what it is that I want from a relationship. To feel heard, valued, reciprocated (at times I do), respected and cared for.
He wasn’t straight up from the start about being divorced, I gave him another chance based on the connection we’d initially formed, but over the months he would get very angry not at me directly but he would almost vent his anger in a horrible way that would sort of scare me. He did a couple things I was upset with and felt deeply affected by. All I was hoping for was him being accountable for his actions, apologising to me and assuring me that he wants me to feel safe with him and that he wouldn’t do it again. Instead he would sit there and just agree with me and continuously do the same mistake to me to the point I got so fed up and told him I was leaving. He got angry at me and I felt like it was abusive.
The part where I feel stuck is that he talks to me all the time, I mean 24/7 he wants to be with me and hang out all the time. He takes me out and we go for long drives etc, the problem is that I feel completely invisible, emotionally numb and disregulated. He doesn’t understand that love isn’t built just on a physical connection and when he says how much he wants to be with me, that he loves me and that he’s happy I can’t feel that because of all the times he complains, that he’s negative or just shifts the blame to me I feel like we go to square one with the argument. I know the reason is because of his inflated ego and ignorance to acknowledge his behaviour or even understand my perspective because in his eyes he “treats me like a queen”. I honestly laughed at that because why am I here feeling totally confused and in a mess if we can’t establish good communication? Well at least that’s how I view it in my eyes.
Don’t know if I’m asking for too much but that’s pretty much how our conversations go down, I address a problem/concern to him and he questions me why I “always have a problem with him”. Then he just says “yeah I’m always the problem , I get blamed for everything”.
I care about him, I am trying to make things work, but I feel like I shouldn’t have to mother him with how to respond when I feel upset or unsupported. I don’t want to be that girl that gets hurt because she didn’t trust her gut. He doesn’t feel bad about how he makes me feel and you can’t teach empathy. Maybe he is the wrong person for me, as much of a “good person” he is.
Any thoughts or ideas how i can move forward? Stories/insights that can provide clarification.

so basically my friend (17f) is going to hang out with this cook at our work (23m) (so hes not gonna kill her she knows him) but he has a 1year old daughter and a baby mama so she isnt sure if its a date or not???….. what are some good casual hangout ideas?? thats not awkward.

Hi. I don't know where to start. To be honest I completely forgot about updating until I got a notification few days ago from someone asking if I got away (thank you 🙏🏻).
A few days after my last update my brother and a friend of his went with me to pack my belongings. Thank God they did because we found his mother there too. My ex kept asking to talk with me in private but both my brother and his friend told him to say whatever he wanted with them in the room. He apologized and asked me to give him another chance with his mother telling him to man up and stop begging the whole time. I called my friend to thank her again and let her know that I would be staying with my brother for the time being. I stayed with him for 2 weeks. Honestly I didn't expect his MIL to be that kind. Both she and her daughter (my brother's fiancée) were good to me. I tried to help with the baby which helped me keep my mind off things a little and not feel like I was in the way.
I mentioned in my original post that my ex and I were trying for a baby. I also mentioned in my first update how I felt tired all the time. I thought it was because I was going through a tough time but I didn't know I was pregnant until I miscarried. With everything going on I didn't pay attention to my period. I started having period like cramps the night before. I continued to have cramps the next day which turned into bleeding and it was like having a bad period but the bleeding continued to worsen over the course of the day. I probably wouldn't have even thought I was pregnant if my SIL hadn't told me that I might be miscarrying. I was 6 weeks along.
Other than the miscarriage which I'm still a little shaken by, everything has been good with me. I found myself a place 30 minutes from work. I'm adjusting. The last time he showed up at my work was a week ago or so. Two of my coworkers told him to never show up again since he has no reason to be there and he never did since. I'm NC with my mother and younger brother. She tries to reach me through my older brother but he told me it's better if I stay NC at least for a few months.
When I posted. I was more focused on his mother lying to my family but the real issue was him doing that in front of her. If she didn't visit and lie I probably wouldn't have told my family and never posted here. So I would have never known that’s not how things work and that’s not how my partner should treat me. I sometimes think about my ex. I know I seem weak but I've known him for so long and he was my first everything. But now I don't have to worry about a lot of things. I wake up relaxed and don't have to worry about messing something up. By the way my first therapy session is this Tuesday. That's all, thank you 🙏🏻

I swore that, this time around, I would feed my baby in any way except pumping. The joke was on me. My beautiful baby girl was born with a congenital condition that prevented her from being able to nurse and that made formula risky for her. Enter the pump.
I have hated every moment. I hated leaving my children every 2-3 hours and blocking out their cries, because the very sound of it would stop a letdown in its tracks. I hated that I couldn't drop a single pump without losing too many ounces. I hated that everyone else got to hold my baby more than me. I HATED the feeling of the pump. It's like nails on a chalkboard ON MY BODY and it never got better.
After my daughter's most recent surgery, I was cleared to switch her to formula. As a parting gift, my pump gave me a staph infection ON MY NIPPLE.
I wanted to run all of pumps over with my car, but I was afraid they would pop my tire as a final farewell. So instead I wrote a diss track to express my deep and everlasting hatred for it. I present to you my magnum opus:
3 AM again, I’m up
Pump is whirring, my heart is swirling
Full of hatred for this wretched machine
In the quiet of the night, a silent scream
My baby is crying, I am dying to hold her
Instead she’s consoled by my own mother

With your painful suction you are pumping
While I daydream about dumping
You off a cliff, a hill, a mountainside
The view improved by your insides scattered wide
Strewn across the landscape like a vanquished foe
I stand above you, ready to let you go
Your reign of terror, finally done
I’m the queen now bitch I have won

This has been a challenge but I’ve passed the test
You’re not just a pain in the ass YOU’RE A PAIN IN THE CHEST

[insert mic drop here]

So im a shs(17) student and having suicidal thoughts for the past months. So mahirap lng kami and mama ko lng breadwinner of our family(4). Since minimum wage earner lng sya nahihirapan sya magbudget for our family. As her child naaawa ako kaya I told her na gusto ko mag work this summer to help her and help me find a job. So nakahanap sya, sa resto ng tita ko sa manila, we discussed it with my lola(my guardian) and she disagreed because wla daw magbabantay sa lolo kong bedridden. Sumagot ako "panay ka dada na mabilis maubos ung pera dahil marami bilihin especially ung expensive maintenance nyong dalawa tapos ngayon na may solution para don ayaw mo?" she replied na kinakabahan sya mag isa sa bahay at wala daw sya katulong sa pagbuhat kay lolo everytime na kakain sya since matanda naman din sya. I also told her na di ko kasalanan na naging bedridden lolo ko dahil choice nya yon. Na stroke lolo ko back in 2014-2015 then nag pa therapy sya then naka recover at nakakalakad ng maayos at nakakatakbo panga, also the therapist advice to continue this or else hihina ung legs nya which in result mahihirapan sya maglakad, then suddenly ayaw nya na lumabas to exercise kahit ina encourage sya ng lola ko then after few years naging bedridden na sya.
Ngayon nabobored ako sa bahay tas nag aya ng galaan mga friend ko, so nagpaalam ako na ganito na baka late nako makauwi since hapon ako aalis and she made me feel guilty na kesyo wla daw sya kasama syempre ako na mga 1 month na di nakakaalis ng bahay di nag pa affect.
Then, last week we tackled what course i want to get for college and sinabi ko na ung course na kukunin ko is wla dito sa cavite at nasa manila at may nag offer na bigyan ako ng scholarship and she instantly nagalit na bakit pa daw sa malayo when pwede naman ibang course na nandito sa province namin para makauwi pako.
Then ngayon nagloloko tong phone ko na inayos na dati. I asked my mother na bilhan nyako ng bagong cp because nagloloko nanaman and luma na den and gave the price of the phone I want which is 8k. Also told her na ako ung magbabayad ng downpayment since may ipon ako at sa darating na pasukan konti nlng ung ibigay nyang baon sakin at ung child support na nakukuha ko sa papa ko is bibigyan ko sya ng hati doon pangdagdag sa bayad ng phone. She disagreed to the idea dahil di daw nya kaya. Ngayon nag cocontemplate ako kung magsuicide nlng ako to end all of this problems im facing.
Nakakadagdag den ng stress na laging sira ung sleep schedule ko dahil nanggigising at sumisigaw sa madaling araw ung bedridden kong lolo para kumain + tubig na naagos lng sa madaling araw kaya don lng time para mag imbak.

I'm at a restaurant sitting at a booth next to a mother with her 8 or 9 year old daughter and an infant. The infant is shrieking, everyone is being like oh how cute while im cringing in pain cause of sensory issues, which isn't the infants fault but it is what it is. The daughter looks visibly upset and the mother says, "are you upset or something, you only have 10 years left with him and you won't have to deal with it anymore." Then the daughter says defeated, "actually only 9 years." And the mother goes on to argue about how old she is and when she will be 18 and stuff. But I'm thinking to myself, why did you have a kid if you are just going to invalidate how she feels when she's upset, like she's a person too and should be heard. It's not her fault you got knocked up again and refuse to control your child. This is my first post here so I'm interested to see what you guys think on this, I may be just hating for no reason.

Hiya!
I graduated from secondary school last year. I have entered into a preparatory programme at a university as a alternate entry due to a low ATAR. I've been doing this course for about half of the year, and am finding myself unhappy with things.
The idea of spending four years studying at university to get a job I don't find ideal isn't particularly appealing. At the moment, I am exploring other avenues, hoping to find something I truly enjoy, whilst being able to live independently and do my own thing.
My mother has always pushed the idea of going to university and getting a proper job through that, but at the moment, I'm just not sure that I want to go through that.
So, I ask, for those who were in a similar situation, or have any insight, what should I do? I was looking into shorter (one year) TAFE courses that aren't manual labour (I have a back condition), but can't seem to find anything that connects with me, or am unsure about employment prospects.
I really appreciate you reading this. Thank you very much!

I (25m) told my sister (27f) that she’s acting as an entitled Karen.
Names changed, let’s say my sister is Julia and my gf is Emma.
For context: Me and my girlfriend (22f) visited my sister and stayed at her place for a couple of days. My sister is a single mother with a 9 month old son. Last year me and Emma saved my sister from her abusive husband. I don’t know much about what exactly he was doing to her, but the guy was a full blown psychopath, and now he’s in prison for the things he did to her. Once we called police on him, Julia had no choice but to come back to our parents, since at the time she had no job - the guy made her completely dependent on him, she couldn’t afford the flat and she had a baby who at the time was 3mo. Also we were all worried she would harm herself, since her mental state at that moment was very poor.
For the next few months Julia stayed at our parents house. For a reason I can’t really understand she didn’t cancel the contract for the flat she rented with her husband but instead put it on AirBnB. She explained that she would like to move back there once she finds a job. For what I know the reservations allowed her to cover the rent and bills.
3 months after her husband got arrested, she found a job and just like she said, she moved back to the flat with her baby.
To celebrate that, we visited her. We planned our stay, with a trip to the mountains and a visit to a SPA. The SPA was supposed to be a surprise gift from Julia to Emma. Emma helped Julia to write a decent CV thus Julia intended to make it a surprise as a token of appreciation.
Now, back to the issue:
Once we arrive at Julia’s, we started to discuss our plans for the mountain trip. We had a few things we wanted to see and the whole trip and return would take us circa 12-13 hours. Julia’s baby was coming with us and this is where she started to act a bit entitled.
Julia said that she would prefer we woke up at 5-6 am, to be able to return before 8 pm. She said that her son would cry all the way back if he wasn’t at home after 7-8 pm. I reminded her that this was supposed to be a trip free from strife and rush and we would not put an alarm at the sunrise, since it would miss the point. Emma backed me up on that, so Julia sucked it up, but I could see she wasn’t pleased. We reminded her, that we planned to go to a swimming pool anyway, so most likely her son would be exhausted afterwards and would sleep all the way back.
The trip itself was very pleasant. Except for the way back. The kid did cry for almost 2 hours non stop. Julia was with him in the backseat, trying to soothe him but apparently nothing worked. She didn’t tell us “I told you so”, but she did mention that in future she would appreciate to listen to her if we plan to include her son in our plans. Emma told her that she is overprotective of the boy, because she makes him too used to a routine and thus he becomes hysterical when something goes off the schedule.
When we finally arrived, Julia rushed to her flat with her baby and left us with all the bags to carry inside.
The next day we didn’t do much. The SPA was planned for the 3rd day of our visit, so we mostly chilled in front of the TV and in the afternoon we visited our parents. This is when Julia again started to act entitled.
On the way to parents, I put a song I like on the speakers. Julia asked me to turn it off, because she doesn’t want her baby to listen to rap. I told her to be cool. I was the driver and it wasn’t some sort of a violent-dumb rap. She insisted and to avoid an argument, I gave in.
At our parents we had a BBQ but Julia went to the guest room and avoided everyone. She left her baby with our mom and disappeared for 2 hours. In the evening she came back, saying it’s time to go back to her place. I asked her to wait, because we were watching a sports event. She was not happy, but gave in.
At 8pm we took the road back. Me and Emmy had a beer each, so Julia was driving. Her kid started to cry again but this time he fell asleep. I was talking with Emmy and Julia scoffed at me to be quiet, because I would wake up her son. This is where I told her she’s acting entitled. I told her how she’s overprotective of her son, how she overreacted with the rap, because it will not kill him to listen to some other music for few minutes. I had enough. Julia became furious. She started to yell that we are her guests and we should be respectful and take her child into consideration. This made me angry, because we were not at her place. I told her that if she didn’t notice, we were at the car, not at her home. Sister lost her shit and started to scream at me. She said that she will not let anyone talk to her like this after what she’s been through with her husband. I told her she should stop using her husband as an excuse to avoid earned criticism.
At that point Emma told both of us to stop arguing, since Julia was driving and it was not safe.
So we spent the rest of the road in silence. When we got to Julia’s place she again rushed inside with the baby, bathed him and took a shower. I had a headache, so I wanted to chill in the living room when Julia came to me with her baby in hands, crying and told me how hurtful was what I told her and how dare I call her entitled. I told her that she is in fact entitled, she only is too biased to see it. She started to rant about how her husband would abuse her in that very room and that she had every right to give her kid the peace and routine and that I had no right to treat her like that. She demanded I apologize and I refused, so she said she wanted us gone the next day. She said she will not pay for the SPA for Emmy and that the visit is over. I asked her if she had anything more to say, and she looked furious, but went back to the bed with her child.
I was upset with how she overreacted but what she did next was outrageous. Emma didn’t know about the SPA. And after talking to me, Julia texted her to say that she was canceling the surprise and that it was because of me.
We packed our stuff and left first thing in the morning, before Julia woke up. Unfortunately, we forgot the car registration card at her place, so we had to go back. I decided I will save Emma from any extra drama and went back inside alone.
It was a good idea, because after she let me in, Julia immediately started to tell me how immature and disrespectful both of me and Emma were and that she was disappointed in us. I told her that she was crazy if she thought that after she texted Emma I would come to her begging for forgiveness and that by canceling the SPA plan, she ruined any chance for spending the rest of the weekend together. She told me to get out and started to insult me. When I left, she called me, but I blocked the call. She called Emma instead. She told Emma that after what I said to her she refuses to let us use her car and she demands to let it at our parents’ place (forgot to mention that the car was hers, she didn’t need it, so she borrowed it to me). I need that car to get to work, so she screwed me over.
We arrived at my parents and we explained what happened. I was surprised that they sided with Julia. They admitted that she might have overreacted but pointed that she still attends therapy and that it was it unnecessary for me to scold her. We (me and Emma) disagreed with them. My mom called me a hypocrite and spent most of the day on phone with my sister.
Emma wouldn’t talk much, but she was clearly upset with how the weekend turned around.
I don’t think I’m in the wrong, but just to make sure I decided to post that here.
So: Am I the asshole for calling my sister entitled?

^(\I tried to post this under a different throwaway account to remain anonymous but couldn't. So I'll probably delete this late but here goes...)*
I am a Black woman in my late-30s, queer (bisexual), spiritual but not religious (so I don't follow any Abrahamic religions), and HAPPILY childfree. But I'm single and childfree, and people in my culture have painted all childfree Black women as selfish or former-whores that no one wants to "wife up", and all childfree Black men as gay. 😐 While I'm fine being single most of the time, there have been recent events that have been triggering me and making me feel like "my ship has sailed".

• The sudden death of a beloved single childfree relative. She was happy with her life and she was in her middle age. She suddenly died (heart attack maybe). Her siblings found her the same day she died when they didn't get her. But when the news got out WHYYYY did some of the pick-mes in my family comment on how if she had someone living with her (i.e. husband), could her life have been saved? Are you fucking KIDDING me? Do these folks know how many married people have died ALONE, some even with their spouse in the house to later find them dead? I was so fired up (because this relative is one of my cousins).
• My father's health issues and me thinking of his mortality more these days. No, I don't want kids. However, being single, I do think about being without my parents as they're in their 60s.
• I have younger female cousins who are all in LTRs, and one of them got married a couple of years ago. The other two cousins are deeply in love (they're in interracial relationships with white men), and I wouldn't be surprised if one of them gets married also. They're all in their early and mid-20s. And, deep down, I envy how they all found someone who loved and cherished them when absolutely NO MEN respected me enough to be loved all because I was on the fence about children in my 20s. That is because my cousins ALL WANT BABIES. If they didn't want kids, they'd probably have a harder time getting men to stay in love with them and it saddens me. Now, that I'm adamantly childfree in my 30s, I'm only seen as Jezebel goods.

Mind you, many people find me attractive (or maybe even beautiful), so I don't have issues attracting people of any race. In addition, I'm educated, accomplished, take care of my health and body, etc. However, I don't want children and not even open to the idea of having them.
Years ago, I met a great guy who became distant when I mentioned I was unsure about kids. He was honest and told me that he wanted a woman to have his kids, and he wanted five kids. Hell, he even said he wanted kids more than marriage. We broke it off. He eventually met and married a woman who was willing to breed his many children and blow up from it like a broodmare.
My ex is a single father. Early in our relationship, he wanted one more child. I was on the fence again (in my early 30s). Then, he eventually didn't want another. Well after breaking up, I see pictures of him with his daughter and a mysterious little girl with them on trips. I'm assuming, he changed his mind again and would like another child.
Why do we childfree women have to only be the "fun time girls"? The so-called Jezebels, whores, Liliths, the "ran-through thots" too damaged to breed children for a man's "LeGaCy"? Why are we always diminished to the "woman who's luring married men from their wives"? This shit pisses me off.
It goes to show that in the dating game, even in 2024, women are only seen as valuable as how fresh their eggs are and how willing they are to breed. Men will lay out the red carpet for the future breeders in the dating game, but treat us happily childfree gals like shit.

I'm from Belgium, Europe, English isn't my language, all this has been translate by google but can you help me ? I gonna to translate with google all your answer :)
Hello, here I wanted to publish a story which for the moment leaves me in a very fragile psychological situation before my stay in a psychiatric hospital and I am looking for answers/advice from the community
I am 36 years old and I am the father of 2 boys (5 years and 18 months) with my ex-fiancée (35 years old).
Everything was going pretty well in our relationship despite the arguments quite often but nothing alarming in itself, we were just a very explosive couple but nothing physical
But after several years, my ex radically changed his behavior, finding himself more and more absent and our libido was dropping.
Until the announcement of our second child, she was already insisting that we go on vacation. Which I could understand but was already on alert that she had a late period, a first test revealed negative during our stay, it was a week later that a new test took place and there he was positive, I was surprised but happy.
A first alert occurred when the gynecologist announced that she was indeed pregnant but that the date of conception did not correspond to one of our antics. That day, we had argued but in the morning she had a selfie showing that she was in the wash house, I found that strange
During the pregnancy, she distanced herself more and more until one day, I discovered a train ticket to the sea when she was 7 months pregnant. In rage I tore off the train ticket and made up 3 different stories.
I kicked her out but with a good heart and being the mother of my children, I decided after not even 2 hours that she could come back, she will come back the next day and the bridges were sunk.
The birth went rather well apart from the fact that in her pain at the end of the pregnancy, she isolated herself in the room because supposedly it bothered me that she was screaming. But it was wrong, so I took it out of pain
BUT everything changed at the birth, youth assistance was called and I also had to take care of the big one, and my ex always found excuses to tell me to leave, I didn't know how to stay in the hospital for long or in the bedroom otherwise she would get angry or I would get angry.
We were in financial problems and what surprised me was that she strangely received money supposedly from the supposedly cleaning lady…. It's true that she helped us eat it but I don't know why I felt that this baby wasn't mine, we had to wait until the 10th day for recognition. I even discovered on a note left by a nurse that the baby's name was my ex's name and not mine, supposedly because I haven't gone to do the recognition yet.
After the stay, my ex jumped on me and we made love like we had never done in a long time.
And the months pass but the problems with youth assistance turn into regular arguments and even push me to the edge before their arrival sometimes, which transforms youth assistance into youth protection .
His behavior becomes more and more mysterious, more and more repeated abscences and shocking revelations:
I learned through pressure that she had slept with the godfather of a sixty year old
I heard the godfather say I love you and kissed you when I was in the bathroom
That the godfather had a lot of things for a hidden son
Smells of another man
The months pass and the feeling that my second child was not mine becomes more and more oppressive, but she was absent to see her daughters in an animal park in the company of my sons and especially the father of her daughters. Lining up Big plush toy, very expensive gift, I said to myself, he has to be the father
And here it is….
My ex-fiancee went to a maternal center to avoid placement of the children, and I started to examine the photos and either I became paranoid from having been rejected by her but
My first child has the cheeks and nose shape of the Godfather, his ultra protective behavior makes me think that he is the father
My second child has the nose and eye color of the father of my ex's daughters
A slip of the tongue from the Godfather: “How can he be allergic to gluten, I was never uh uh uh, how did they find that”
Since youth protection has decided to place the children in emergency placement and Madam has cut ties sending hearts to the father of her daughters
She cut ties for 2 months but came back after my suicide attempt after Christmas, I spent 2 months in psychiatry but understand that I had become a toy for her, because she did not stop making me pass for the guilty (without bitterness), manipulating me
I had a lot of financial problems after my stay, I shouted on the phone because she was also my friend, I shared photos of my anger and that's when she blocked me, I sent back hateful messages because for me it was the most total betrayal that the mother of my children, my friend, decided to turn her back on me when I was at my lowest.
Unfortunately the audio recordings were sent to youth protection and visitation rights to my children were withdrawn, she also asked if the godfather could have visitation rights, which was refused.
Except that after stalking MY Facebook account, I discovered that the visit was authorized.
What to do now, have I been with a manipulator (who swore to me that I was not a toy for her), done a paternity test for both. But if I do this test what should I do in this case if it is negative, should I deny the children or on the contrary still show that I love these children which leaves a place with her, because despite all that I I still love and that I can prove that I can forgive all the bad things that I have done, or that she has done to me.
That if it is negative, what will be the future of the children, should I warn the protection of the youth from my suspicions that I am not their father.
It's all I have left in this world, I have no friends, no friends, I live secluded at home, trying to heal myself.
I am impatiently awaiting your response, know that everything I say is the truth and the strict truth, I have not been able to add any other details that lead me to think that I am not their fathers or that she I maintained several relationships because there we enter into the most total intimacy but know that even in the physical form of the reds flag these are engaged.

never posted here and am on mobile so I can't add flair I think, posting it here because I trust this community hopefully. I (ftm of an anonymous age) am suffering from several mental and physical disabilities such as ASD (autism), DID (I trauma'd so hard in my childhood my brain couldn't form correctly), hEDS (the way my body is held together is literally incorrect), and long covid (several symptoms causing walking to be extremely difficult). My mother does not like it when I even any of these, including displaying any symptoms. She has called me fake for years. She has a very "if it doesn't affect me I don't care" attitude and that includes making sure I'm okay, the only way she does that is making sure I never display anything being wrong even when it comes to emotions. with the autism, she mocks my unusual movements and says she's not when I confront her and honestly don't know if I'm making it up at this point. she hates when I have journals, notes, or any object that helps with my DID, including yelling at me when I dissociate (making it worse) and refuses to believe me when I say I genuinely don't recall something. she refuses to believe I even have DID despite being told by professionals because "I went through worse and I don't have it, I'm a good mother" when she has no idea what I'd been through because she never payed attention to me as a child, and I never told her anything. I have to use mobility aids like canes and walkers in order to get around and she thinks they're unnecessary, put me in physical therapy (which is not helping since the issues I have are cardiovascular and neurological, not muscular). she thinks I'm taking away from people who need help, being dramatic, or faking and at this point I'm starting to believe her. am I the asshole for sharing any of this with her, or anyone? or convincing myself I'm struggling in the first place?

Who are they?
Leena, Loren, and Amanda Asad are social media influencers from Tyler, Texas. They are half Palestinian (their father) and half white (their mother).
Leena has a nursing degree , so does her husband. They worked as nurses before quitting. Amanda has a degree in event planning and something else, she worked a marketing job before quitting. Loren has a bachelor of science in nursing as well. She has never worked a day as a nurse and was constantly failing her nursing school tests.
Leena started as a hijabi fashion blogger. Once her sisters saw how much $$ she could make off the Muslim community , they decided to vlog as well. After some time, they rebranded themselves as “modest” Muslim influencers. This has brought interest because it makes them stand out amongst the sea of white influencers.
Why are they controversial?
Well, for a lot of reasons. Sheesh there’s a lot to cover, so be prepared. ALSO PLEASE COMMENT MORE BECAUSE IM SURE I DIDNT GET IT ALL. They block and delete any comment on their behavior 🥴😂
Let’s get into it.

• During the BLM protests in 2020, they were extremely ignorant. Leena’s husband Omar, was arguing with commenters and telling them to ask her nicely. This is a pattern Omar has. Leena was silencing black voices , see a video here: https://www.instagram.com/tv/CA5mklEg73E/?igsh=N3Qxemh0ZXN3MjVk
  
• Leena also made a video saying she wouldn’t want to post her child on social media when she was pregnant with her daughter. Then, she deleted that YouTube video and now exploits her child for views. Leena even posted inappropriate pictures of other children during a preschool dance class. She deleted it after someone from Guru Gossip called the preschool.
  
• Leena has also claimed she doesn’t take pictures of her child , even just to have for herself, in the nursery because the wallpaper wasn’t aesthetic enough.
  
• it also bothers Leena and the sisters in general to post political and social injustices including BLM, Palestine etc. Their followers have to bother them to do so.
  
• There’s a lot of things going on in regard to her stance and actions she has taken during the ongoing gen0cide. It’s so much.
  
• Leena’s husband Omar will argue with anyone who rightfully criticizes her. He is a leech who quit his job to do a whole bunch of nothing. Leena was heavily pregnant cleaning the whole house, while he was nowhere to be found. She hired an assistant as well. So what exactly does Omar do ? They took out PPP loans during covid.
  
• Leena also CONSTANTLY complains of Motherhood. Yet the majority of people do not have as many resources as she does. She had a nanny and an assistant at one point and currently always drops her children off at her parents or in laws. She even brings her in laws with her just to have a baby sitter on trips.
  
• Amanda is not genuine at all, she is the first person to block and delete any comment of any kind , even helpful ones. She lashes out at people and is seemingly always on edge. She was much more genuine and relaxed in videos from years ago. She claims to have severe control issues.
  
• Amanda is very deceitful in her advertising, she started to speak as though she was being vulnerable and it turns out it was all for a betterhelp ad. Smh.
  
• Amanda wore an Israeli dress and other things and blocked and delete comments from people who called her out.
  
• There is A LOT to be said about her stance and actions taken during the ongoing genocide.
  
• Amanda’s eating habits affect those around her. She is very sarcastic and disrespectful towards others including her MIL and Father when they use a normal amount of butter and other normal things. She seemingly has a form of orthorexia, but who knows?
  
• Amanda’s husband is also nasty and vile. He bullied a revert and was extremely disrespectful, search the sub for this.
  
• There is also controversy around Amanda’s relationship because she splits bills with her husband 50/50 despite being a Muslim woman with Islamic rights. Her husband Mohamed didn’t do well on his MCAT, so he decided to become a medical salesperson instead.
  
• Amanda’s husband also insinuated only wanting her because she was white , she deleted the q&a with him after he bullied a revert.
  
• Amanda and Loren both use modesty as a guise to make money. They are not modest at all, this has been showcased many times. It’s okay to not be modest , but it’s a problem when you brand yourself that way.
  
• All 3 girls are extremely out of touch. They’re constantly doing juice cleanses , taking weird laxative concoctions their Mother gave them as children, claiming it’s the end of the world for the dumbest shit, and always doing “reset” videos.
  

Now the wedding drama and Loren Asad’s separation from her husband Usama Uzi.

• Loren is extremely ignorant and has done bizarre things regarding the ongoing gen0cide of her own people as well.
  
• Loren had a Fatiha when she was 19 to a man named Ali. There are pics floating around here, he called it off with her.
  
• Usama is a 32 year old dentist who served in the military. He met Loren in May of 2021 just as she was starting nursing school. Loren is 8 years younger then Usama. She claims they got together at this time.
  
• Usama was making frequent flights to Texas and even went to Cabo with the Asad family.
  
• They had their nikkah / Islamic marriage in October of 2022. Most imams will NOT do the nikkah unless there is a marriage certificate to ensure it is legally binding.
  
• The entire time , Loren hid Usama. She never showed his face.
  
• Turns out he was still married to his ex who looks very similar to loren. Both redheads.
  
• An Instagram user named Kelly tried to warn Loren saying Usama spread revenge porn and other things.
  
• People asked her family if they knew he was legally married and warning her. The family blocked people. Amanda even said it was girls who don’t have a man commenting.
  
• A GuruGossip user called the county court and confirmed Usama was still married up until a few days before the wedding. They also confirmed H, the ex and Usama owned the cabin together.
  
• as well as this , Usama was still liking his ex wife’s Instagram and Facebook pictures. He also went to Hawaii with her in June of 2021 while he was with Loren.
  
• when people asked if she knew the ex, Loren said “she’s a nice girl”.
  
• There’s a lot more to be said, but let’s fast forward to now , Usama and Loren split after 10 months of marriage. He has already put himself out there on dating apps which we have screenshots of . It’s a selfie verified profile. He’s asking women on dates.
  
• Loren moved back into her family’s home recently.
  
• The Asad sisters made a defensive apology video recently as well.
  
• Their father Baba Asad has also said very vile and nasty things to their followers.
  
• All 3 girls will claim jealousy when their behavior is questioned. They never take accountability.
  

Loren videos: https://www.reddit.com/asadsisters/s/690wqJzPap

Hi everyone! I’m reaching out to see if I can get any insight on how to find a CPS case or how to submit a follow up request.
I’m currently mentoring two girls ages 11 and 15.
About two years ago they were living with dad, stepmom, and little stepbrother who was in kindergarten at the time. The youngest girl called CPS because the stepmom was being severely physically and emotionally abusive towards their stepbrother. The outcome of her call to CPS was that the stepmom had to move away from home for weeks or a month, and take parenting classes before she could return home.
During the course of the CPS nvestigation the three kids were interviewed separately. Besides sharing about the physical abuse against their stepbrother, the youngest girl also shared that when her and her sister were living with their mom and her mom’s boyfriend, - the boyfriend had sexually molested her.
Per my understanding, the police did not charge him, and also someone (idk if police or cps?) told the girls’ mom that she was not allowed to ever have the boyfriend with them. They understood this as: boyfriend can never be in the same residence as the girls (who at that point started living with their mom again, since the stepmom and dad had the cps case going on for the physical abuse at their house).
The girls’ mom did not stop seeing her boyfriend. Little by little in the past two years, she’s been gaslighting the girls and telling them the sexual molestation by her boyfriend never happened. And that the oldest girl, who during her investigation corroborated and confirmed seeing it happen once to her sister, - had made it all up. Also, first they would see her leave home in his car. Then, he would park outside and see their mom outside with him, and a couple of weeks ago the mom had the boyfriend near her youngest daughter (but still outside their home) because he had pocket money to give her.
Now, they’ve become embolden and so comfortable that he just slept inside their home last night.
First off, I cannot believe how a mother could betray their daughters like that. Not only did she not believe them initially, but she perpetuates the injury to them by continuing a relationship with that despicable human being.
So in this case, how could I go about finding the party who set the rules after the investigation and ask for a follow up. Is this the best course of action? I don’t know what’s the best way to go about it.
The mom trusts me with her daughters and I’ve built some trust with her, but I don’t know if I have enough rapport yet to call her out on it. I don’t want her to alienate me from her daughters. I guess besides school staff, I’m the only safe person they have around. Any advice is appreciated.

My dad (78) has lost six friends and his little brother in the past year. He’s the oldest living relative in his family and with all of his kids being adults I know that he’s lonely. He has my mom but she isn’t a very caring person so I know he’s not talking to her about how he feels.
I try to visit as much as I can but it never feels like enough. I know he’s depressed, he’s said so himself. Who wouldn’t be when nearly everyone you love is gone?
When we do get together all we do is sit together and cry while he shares how he’s feeling. I’m perfectly fine doing that but I’m not sure it’s very healthy. At least for me - it’s emotionally exhausting. (Don’t get me wrong - I will do what he needs and if it’s that then I’ll do it.) I just want to support him but we have nothing in common other than he’s my dad and I’m his daughter.
I also don’t want him to realize that I’m trying to hang around more because I’m worried about him. It’s hard to explain - but he will just shut down more. He’s very independent and it’s important to him to continue that way. Unless I’m overthinking it.
I can’t use the old excuse of “hey will you help me with this” because I recently got a new car and he has no idea what to do with it. He was a mechanic by trade and to this day cars are still his favorite thing.
I’d love to hear everyone’s thoughts about this. Or any advice around the topic really. I’m feeling really lost in all of this. I’m also feeling kind of panicky because I can’t shake the feeling there’s not much time left to figure it out.

Hey guys! First time poster but been watching videos for a year or so :)
So some background: I (32F) come from an emotionally neglectful household where I was the recipient of much aggression from my mother in my preschool years. This passed over to complete emotional neglect by the time I was in middle school and onwards. I was diagnosed with CPTSD in Dec 2018, went to therapy for it in mid 2021 to fall 2022, when I was declared cured for the trauma put in me by my family and my ex boyfriend.
Since then I haven't got a break. It started with an ugly divorce in late 2022 (initiated on 27th of November 2022, because it was the night Dragonflight for WoW was to be launched so I've missed that expansion lolol) where I socially cut off from my entire web of contacts. My ex-husband's (very big) family and all of the friends that we had in common. My entire social context was changed overnight and they all prefer that I let them pretend that I don't exist to avoid reminding ex-husband that I exist. Since then I've had an unlawful eviction while I was going to a job where I was expected to teach a class of 14 year olds that hated my guts. I have no idea why, the group was 15 kids and there needed to be 4 adults in the room for them to sit down. Despite that they still hurled insults at me when I tried to teach. I had to have anxiety calming meds to go to work, but when my boss found out about that he asked me to stop taking the meds. Nothing was done about my situation, so I quit and was put on medical leave. Since then I've noticed that I'm some sort of traumatized again. I remember the tells from last time, so I reached out to health care in October last year. I will see a psychologist in about 2 weeks (I live in Sweden, wait times are downright cruel).
So, the question I bring to you is the nature of my social aversion that I've developed since last winter. In early winter I couldn't leave the house during the day. The risk of being seen by people was too humiliating. I've mostly worked with that, and I can now leave the house. I can talk to neighbours and strangers without needing to go home and cry afterwards. My issue is this: When I have positive social interactions with people I get a MASSIVE blast of anxiety after the interaction. It's not very long, but it's intense. I call it recoil anxiety, because it feels like the recoil of a gun in my body. This makes it very difficult to do anything, because as soon as I feel genuine human connection with anyone (other than my partner) I get this recoil anxiety and shut down. I kinda feel like an abused animal that people are petting for the first time? My entire system freaks out when I'm treated with kindness by anyone that isn't my romantic partner. I get uncontrollable twitching in arms and legs because I want to run away, and I lose voice control during the recoil episode. Negative interactions are easier to deal with, like being in contact with government agencies over problems and such or talking to my mother (who is still a twat). I'm not afraid of socializing, on the contrary, I want to be engaged in tutoring and have started to take baby steps to being politically engaged, but this recoil anxiety makes building relationships and having interacting with people so hard.
I've had social anxiety, like, the run of the mill "the thought of talking to people freak me out"-anxiety when I was younger. This is not that. Has anyone experienced anything similar? What was it? What caused it?
(To clarify: I was poly for a while so I have a romantic partner now that I've had a relationship with since 2019, classic "try to rescue relationship with unconventional means" a la milennial, so there's overlap and a reason why I feel safe with this person. We just got married in May and his family is wonderful to me, so the future is ultimately bright :)
Thanks for reading my novel, heartfelt warm wishes to you <3

I’m contemplating my next tattoo and I’ve decided I want it to be DT themed. What things do you feel are most representative from the books that should be included? I know I want a rose with A Key A Rose An Unfound Door in script. The number 19 should be incorporated. There are so many beautiful quotes but unsure how to work it all in together- definitely want “the body was much smaller than the heart it contained”. Any other suggestions?

I’m 16F and I have what you can easily call, a “karen” mother. She’s entitled, overbearing, controlling, self centered, you name it. Don’t get me wrong, i love my mom with my whole heart, but there are many factors in my life that i wish i could be let to do on my own. I’ve struggled with focus my entire life. In fact it took me 30 minutes just to write up to this point in this small paragraph. I’ve always heavily failed in school, only pay attention when it’s interesting, take hours to get one single task done and seem to find myself needing an hour break before I can start another. I could go on and on but I think you know what i’m getting at. I feel as though I want to try and get diagnosed for ADHD. I really want to get more than 60s in my classes for my final years of highschool, and i know i can, as when i somehow am able to finish things and hand them in, i rarely get under an 80. It just feels like such a chore to sit down and do it. The solution sounds super simple “go to the doctor! see a psychologist! get diagnosed and if it’s not ADHD figure out a way to deal with whatever it is!!” holy shit i wish it was that simple. Every doctors appointment I have my mom is there. during my OWN appointments SHE talks about MY problems. She’s made points of things that have never happened, or over exaggerated things so much so i’ve been diagnosed for things i’ve never experienced just from her word. I’ve literally had to start fights with her in front of doctors just so i can speak on my own behalf and say “i’ve never experienced that, that has never happened” and they’ve had to go through the long process of “un diagnosing” me while my mom doesn’t speak to me for days. I’ve brought up the idea of ADHD or something a long the lines ever since i was 13. Her response is always “you’re just being lazy” or “it’s just how your generation works these days” or “you aren’t hyper enough for that”. How am I supposed to schedule some kind of appointment without her knowing of it and coming with me? How am i supposed to get there if she hides my keys unless i tell her where im going with proof i’m going to be there? And how am I going to even get this kind of appointment as a minor? i might be wrong but i feel like you need parent approval for somethings like this, especially if i might need medication. I could talk to my psychologist, she’s the only doctor i see where my mom doesn’t sit in on the appointments, but i’m not sure how much she could do about it. not only do i want to find out about my theories of this adhd thing (which i’ve had FOR YEARS) but i also want some kind of freedom and independence from my mom, because im 1 million % not gonna move out for at least another 4-5 years. Her words stating “as long as you’re under my roof you won’t have privacy” if you have any questions about my thoughts on my (possible) adhd or how my mom works im happy to answer, and advice js insanely appreciated

[Trigger warning: Gaslighting, emotional abuse, neglect, and more?...]
Summary: My parents won't let me and my siblings get help because we're they're kids and there can never be anything wrong with anything related to them. Womp womp.
Note: There might be letters and words missing, or weird sentences that make no sense because I'm built different RAHHH 🦅🦅🦅.
Today I woke up hoping I could study for the final I have in 3 days but I couldn't do a thing. A lot has happened lately and I can't seem to get over anything or even just ignore or avoid my problems which I used to do so well. It all started with one of my worst ever depression episodes where I cried so hard I popped eye vessels. I had red freckles all under my eyes lol. I usually don't cry, I used to cry 5 times a year, then it became like once a month when my hormones make it impossible to hold back tears. Now I cry every 2 days or so, which is MAD weird.
Context: I might have hereditary adhd, autisim, and depression. Which they luckily exist on both sides of my family 😍. My siblings are diagnosed bc they left the house except us aka everyone who hasn't left. I have problems focusing and procrastinate almost everything that it's hard to live (literally not shower for WEEKS or change/wash clothes). Not to mention my sensory issues. I am very sensitive to light + colors, sound, and texture of food and objects.
I only ate white rice and plain chicken soup with just the liquid and the chicken which was a very difficult task because I was picky about the color of the flesh of the chicken, for the first 13 years of my life. I hate all veggies but cucumbers and carrots. Any other food I eat with sad textures makes me have extreme meltdowns where I would scream, cry, and throw up. I then had entire trauma with food because of my mother and aunties.
Strong colors (anything out the black and white range) make me breakdown breakdance after a while.
Oh and don't get me started on noise, multiple times cried at school because they opened loud music or talked loudly that my teachers let me leave the class when they know they're going to raise their voices. I live alone in a room away from people bc humans drain the hell out of me and it's hard to do communicashit. I am also very bad at story telling and speaking about my feelings irl, this is the best I could do after so much practice and rereading this essay of a vent.
Worst feeling is feeling nasty which triggers the sensory issues but you can't force yourself out of bed to wash your laundry so you can even shower. Did I mention showers being loud asf?
Anyways now that you have an idea about my day to day struggles, I introduce to you the nail to the coffin. El mama and papa 😍. My dad doesn't allow us to visit friends, go on trips, or even participates in raising me and my siblings. He just bans shit and gaslights. He doesn't believe in mental health or disorders unless the sickness is physical. My school counselor once called him and told him about how I got groomed online and when we met at home he said "Why would you do such a thing? Are you stupid?." Idk sir? I was 11.
I went to him 2 weeks ago after I cried and popped my eye vessels and looked half dead. I talked to him and told him I needed therapy because I literally lost my will to live and can't live like this anymore. He laughed at me and told me I don't deserve to feel that way then said "Sure lets go and make sure you have nothing." Then he ranted about his trauma and how he DOESN'T need help.
We made an appointment and we went together, we saw the neurologist first which he said "I don't know why she's acting stressed, maybe it's because she's a middle sibling LOL. We haven't given her much attention throughout her childhood.", he also talked way nicer than usual. Yes what he said before is considered very nice of him compared to everything he's done. He kept gaslighting me before the appointment and everything was new to me so I lowkey was shutting down and physically couldn't interfere or speak as much as I should because I am not allowed to express my feelings freely around him so the best I could do was shake non-stop instead of cry.
He talked like he knew everything about me. He's almost never at home he wouldn't know shit. Everything I do he said I don't and vice versa. The neurologist diagnosed me with anxiety, prescribed anxiety medication, and referred me to a psychiatrist.
He talked so nicely to me after the appointment (at the time I thought he was acting decent because him allowing me to go was itself a miracle so I really felt safe) He told me to take things slow and not stress about school etc. In my head I was like "WOW HE BELIEVES IN STRESS??!!!!!?????!!?!?!!?!?! O:" I kind of forgot everything bad he did. "Why did I ever hate this man, he's literally so amazing"
The moment we stepped foot into the house he looked at me and said "Why are you even so stressed? You're just faking shit." Which I was already afraid of. Ofc the psych appointment was before my best friend's birthday party (who's leaving the school btw so I am not seeing her again) which HE ALLOWED ME TO GO FOR THE FIRST TIME IN MY LIFE. SO I had to choose between them. Mind you I only have 2 friends that can handle me, both are leaving the school 🥰. THEN before I even had the chance to choose he cancelled the appointment..
He only allowed me to go because he was going to be there to control the situation and possibly shut down any future requests about therapy and everything near it.
"Am I really just suffering to grab attention and I actually have nothing? Am I faking the autisim and adhd? Was I even ever depressed?" I still feel this tbh. I don't want to live. I am just waiting for the sweet release of death LMAO.
Everyday I wake up and the lights are too bright, everything is too loud, I can't eat because the foods that don't give me sensory issues aren't available. I am failing my favorite subjects even though I try my best and I "have so much potential and is a gifted child". Everything hurts. I am not even allowed to cry and if I do they'll ask me and make me feel safe till they know why then they'll shout at me and tell me I don't deserve to cry. I hold so much in only for it to turn physical and send me multiple times to the ER in severe pain, ONLY TO BE TOLD I HAVE NOTHING.
Btw after all that my mom told me that I shouldn't have gone to the neurologist and that I have nothing because I am her child, and there's never anything wrong with her kids because we are hers?
When my siblings and I complain of our day to day issues they do "US TOO BUT YOU DON'T SEE US WHINING BECAUSE ITS COMPLETELY NORMAL" Sure as hell normal and they are definitely 100% neurotypicals and 100% not narcissists.
Everything I say they turn it about them. I hate how they make me feel so safe and loved for a few seconds so they can know what's happening only to run me over with a school bus afterwards. I hate the unrelated long assed rants that make no sense. They are definitely dying old and alone in an elderly home group.
I feel like a humongous mess and I just don't know what to do. I kind of just don't want to be here anymore but I am existing. No one wants to die, they just want the pain to stop.

My husband has anger problems. Aside from this, he is truly perfect. He cares for me, he looks after me, he packs my food everyday before work, he constantly checks in with me emotionally and I feel very loved with him. Needless to say he is also the love of my life and we expecting our first baby together
However. When it’s bad - it’s bad.
Let me preface by being fair and stating that I do have a lot of blame and fault to accept. I have had major problems with his mum and, as a result, he has become very short tempered whenever it comes to this topic and his heart races profusely. In our relationship as a whole, I have also taken blame as towards the start I was insecure and did accuse him when I shouldn’t have. I have not been an angel, but, the issue is the way he responds to normal day to day arguments.
For example, today I advised him he should tell his mother something. He responded to me twice saying the same thing, but I didn’t quite stop and continued with my point. This resulted in him getting extremely angry, his heart raced, he called me out of my name and also wished death on all my family members and our unborn daughter. He also spat in my face.
I feel so depressed after this. Even though I didn’t respond to his signals well, I truly didn’t expect this anger to take over.
The previous argument was also about his mother and occurred a week ago. He got very angry and his heart went very fast. Today he stated that I am the reason he will die early and that I am his killer
I feel this relationship is taken a dark turn and I am scared to say how I feel anymore as I never know what will provoke his anger.
I can’t walk away from him as he has given me the world and more but I don’t know how to manage his feelings and neither does he. When he is angry he is almost possessed and I don’t know this version of him or how to deal with it. My view is that it’s about HOW we get through the arguments not how we worsen them. Right now it’s only getting worse and I’m scared for his health and this relationship

Hello! So my husband and I just recently bought some land and are financing thru who we bought it from(real estate company). My husband states he qualifies for VA loans(he didn't when we bought our first house that we live in now), but I am just so lost on the whole situation because I have not really found solid information anywhere on the internet. So I have a few question.. oh and also we live in Southern Alabama if that helps.

1. Do we/how much money should we save up? Or does it even matter? We don't want to jump into this process without having something saved up. We were thinking 30k? Again.. we have no idea.
   
2. When we apply could we also receive money to pay the land off thru the real estate company and just have one lump sum to pay off in the end?
   
3. We bought land on a one street neighborhood and each lot is between 1-4 acres. We bought just a little over an acre.
   
4. How long does this process take? Really I am just wondering because we would like to be moved in before our daughter enters school. She is currently 2.
   
5. Is there truly no down payment? Also do we pay interest while the house is being built?
   
6. And lastly can we stay in the house we currently live in while the house is being built/or when we apply for the loan?
   

Thank you so much for your time!