These past 2 years have been brutal, it's been L after L with no break.
I feel like a mouse in a maze that every time it approaches the exit is dragged back to the start by a hand from the sky.
It doesn't matter how much I try, the outcome is always the worst possible one.
I've gone from agnostic to full on believer because I don't think someone can be this unlucky without some almighty being involved in it.
I now fully believe God exists and either:

1. He is actively punishing me
2. He has left me stranded

   
Will keep it short since I know you hoes like reading this kind of shit:
 
Around 2 years ago I was leasing a horse, and giving it my all, I was earning an entry-level salary in a comfy remote work living with my parents. Keeping the horse was costing me pretty much my full salary. I didn't go out and did anything except lifting, running, riding and working.
For almost a year I was the happiest I had ever been, I literally jumped out of bed excited to live the day, I would work 8-4, lift in my home gym and go visit my horse, either riding, or just being with him, during the time I had him I didn't go a single day without seeing him.
Of course living like this means that I don't have the most social life or friends circle, but I didn't care since every hour of my life was busy.
My plan for the year was training and competing and then in September changing jobs and buying the horse, but in July the horse was injured, I didn't get the best veterinary advice and didn't know what to do, I was being drained for a horse I couldn't even ride or enjoy, after all those months of hard work and discipline, for some reason the owner got mad, and petty sold him behind my back.
During this time, my highschool best friend started regaining contact and started meeting with me and his gf, they gave me a lot of support during those weeks, against all odds, I nailed an interview for a high-paying job that would've allowed me to buy the horse and maintain it comfortably.
I was still too hurt from what had happened, so I just chilled for a few months, saving money, and hanging out with my friend and his gf, and lifting and running, I was at my physical peak, I was lifting heavier than ever, running faster and longer, I was optimistic for the future, I just needed time to heal and I had the means to do so, social life, earning money and physical activity.
 
Fast forward to December and I receive a cryptic message from my friend's GF saying that she wasn't going to be here for my birthday (we met the previous day) because my dumbass friend just broke up with her.
That basically destroyed my little social life since they were living in the city, and my friend disappeared to be with his new GF.
I tried to comfort her and be there for her (wasn't attracted and even if I were it wouldn't be right to take advantage of the situation).
The months of just working and lifting allowed me to save enough to start looking to buy my own horse, I was still hurting from the whole situation, and being alone, but still I was just lifting heavy, running, walking my dog, keeping myself busy.
In February after trying and vetting some horses, I found one that seemed promising. I bought a very expensive veterinary exam, and he passed it, allegedly, I buy the horse.
 
Long story short, barely 3 weeks into ownership, I started noticing pain and weird stuff that shouldn't be happening since I started with very soft work, a few weeks of going through 3 different vets, and basically the horse had a life-long injury that the first vet didn't catch in the exam, and basically it was done for, I was devastated, I tried some solutions but they we're not effective, it was over.
During those months, my friend's ex-gf started coming to visit me, we slept together (no sex), we talked every day, I gave her presents, one would say what I did was love bombing her, but to me It was just being there giving support, for her it turned into a situationship.
I still had the horse, I couldn't selling him while he was untrained, and I still had a bit of faith in the vet's advice, and then, suddenly, my knee started hurting, I was lucky that in my new job I had private insurance, so I could immediately go to the orthopedist and do an MRI without the long ass waits of the public health care (up to a year for the MRI), and lo and behold, torn meniscus, it rapidly went from "pain while running" to "some days I can't even fucking walk", I had to stop riding, paying my trainer to ride my horse since I needed to sell him, I had to stop running, I had to stop doing any leg gym exercises.
I didn't want to do the surgery since what I read online was very contradictory.
 
Because shit can always get worse, one day I was alone with my parents (we also live with my brother and grandma), and I notice the vibes being off, I ask “what the fuck is your problem?” and they confess that my father doesn’t like my mom anymore, well, not to get into too much detail but since then I’ve had to endure watching my mom cry, they get into arguments all the time, just awful, thing is I was already so drained from my personal bullshit that after the initial shock, It didn’t pain me too much, they just keep living together, although I hear them arguing from time to time.
During those months my ex-friend’s ex-gf kept catching feelings for me, and my autistic ass couldn't really read the situation so I made it worse. Finally she asked me if I was going serious with her or if she could go on about her life. I said that I didn't see her as my partner, and since then she got a boyfriend and our friendship went to shit.
 
I finally sold the horse, my life got extremely bored.
I decided to do the surgery since I couldn't do any of the things I enjoyed, running, riding, whatever, but I had a trip in January with her so I had to postpone it until then, for those months all I could do was going for walks like an old man, and hit the gym (all chest no legs), I was going kinda hard tho, since I knew that during the months of recovery I would lose a lot of muscle and I wanted to go in my best form, during those months I acquired my best physique ever, for the first time, after years of being constant, I liked how my body looked.
The trip was a mistake, she nagged me every minute of it, I could tell she had only gone because it was already paid for, I had postponed the surgery 2 months just to have a horrible weekend.
 
I did the surgery and the first bad news came, they couldn't fix the broken part of the meniscus, so they took it out, this was the worst possible outcome since it would mean a shorter recovery, but the probabilities of arthritis in the future were higher, off to a good start.
2 weeks later I start going to rehab, during those weeks nobody came to visit me, well, my friend did, only to talk shit on his new coworker (during those months he would only message me to talk shit about coworkers or work), nobody else, not the situationship, not my trainer, nobody.
Speaking about the situationship, after the trip, she stopped messaging me, and even replying at all. I thought, well, there it goes, I’ve lost “not being an unopened chat” privilege.
Some boring months of rehab, working the job that I started to dread, and doing the boring ass knee exercises at home, and then, suddenly a glimmer of hope.
 
I start being treated by a “new” physio, but turns out she had been on sick leave for the same reason as me, she tore her meniscus, during those first 3-4 sessions we talked and talked for the whole hour, she was just perfect, around my age, funny, cute, was active, played sports, had a nice body, she lives like 5 minutes walk from my house.
I immediately fell in love like I had never before in my life, and that’s when it came to me, this was it, every bad thing that happened to me has come to this, to meeting this girl, everything made sense, If I had my surgery earlier I would not have met her because she would be on sick leave. My broken meniscus, my lame horse, every bad thing that had happened to me had led me to her.
So I take my autistic ass, and since I felt like we had something cool going on I ask “Hey, I think you’re very interesting and cute and would like to know you better, can I have your number so we can meet and go for a drink some day?” and she actually did give it to me, I asked for her number instead of her IG because I didn’t want to play any game, I thought she wouldn’t give me her number unless she was interested in me, I was ecstatic.
I start texting her and after refusing to meet a few times (with actually convincing excuses) I ask her “Hey if you don't want its fine I won't bother you anymore, just tell me” and she basically told me that she didn’t want to break the physio-patient barrier, I didn’t understand anything but I didn’t want to make it weirder since she is still treating me so I just accepted it.
 
The thing is, I know where she lives, I have to walk past her apartment whenever I go for a walk, drive to town, I get reminded constantly, moving on is very hard, I really thought she was for me, I thought she was finally the reward for all my suffering, but turns out she's just part of the punishment, I legit had a religious revelation, every single bad thing that had happened, God made it so I went and met her, my knee injury, having to sell the horse, losing my friends, no way it was a coincidence.
 
Now that I know that she is not for me, not even as a friend, I have nothing, the knee recovery is not going well, I was supposed to be a-ok in 6 weeks, It’s been 3 months and I still can’t even go for a walk without swelling and pain, I can’t workout because the knee exercises take a long ass time and I feel like they’re not doing shit, I don’t have friends to meet and take my mind off it, every few weeks I have to see my mum weeping around the house because my father is a piece of shit.
 
And to top it all, I just started having similar pain in the good knee, so there is a possibility that even If I hadn’t done shit, it may be injured too, this shit just doesn’t end, it just fucking never ends.
     
TLDR: Everything that has ever given me pleasure or made me happy has been taken away from me. I went from getting out of bed full of hope and enthusiasm to sleeping through my alarms because the only thing I can do is sit in front of a screen. I’ve been having the worst day of my life every day for the past 2 years, after everything I’ve worked hard for and all the sacrifices I’ve made.

These past 2 years have been brutal, it's been L after L with no break.
I feel like a mouse in a maze that every time it approaches the exit is dragged back to the start by a hand from the sky.
It doesn't matter how much I try, the outcome is always the worst possible one.
I've gone from agnostic to full on believer because I don't think someone can be this unlucky without some almighty being involved in it.
I now fully believe God exists and either:

1. He is actively punishing me
2. He has left me stranded

   
Will keep it short since I know you hoes like reading this kind of shit:
 
Around 2 years ago I was leasing a horse, and giving it my all, I was earning an entry-level salary in a comfy remote work living with my parents. Keeping the horse was costing me pretty much my full salary. I didn't go out and did anything except lifting, running, riding and working.
For almost a year I was the happiest I had ever been, I literally jumped out of bed excited to live the day, I would work 8-4, lift in my home gym and go visit my horse, either riding, or just being with him, during the time I had him I didn't go a single day without seeing him.
Of course living like this means that I don't have the most social life or friends circle, but I didn't care since every hour of my life was busy.
My plan for the year was training and competing and then in September changing jobs and buying the horse, but in July the horse was injured, I didn't get the best veterinary advice and didn't know what to do, I was being drained for a horse I couldn't even ride or enjoy, after all those months of hard work and discipline, for some reason the owner got mad, and petty sold him behind my back.
During this time, my highschool best friend started regaining contact and started meeting with me and his gf, they gave me a lot of support during those weeks, against all odds, I nailed an interview for a high-paying job that would've allowed me to buy the horse and maintain it comfortably.
I was still too hurt from what had happened, so I just chilled for a few months, saving money, and hanging out with my friend and his gf, and lifting and running, I was at my physical peak, I was lifting heavier than ever, running faster and longer, I was optimistic for the future, I just needed time to heal and I had the means to do so, social life, earning money and physical activity.
 
Fast forward to December and I receive a cryptic message from my friend's GF saying that she wasn't going to be here for my birthday (we met the previous day) because my dumbass friend just broke up with her.
That basically destroyed my little social life since they were living in the city, and my friend disappeared to be with his new GF.
I tried to comfort her and be there for her (wasn't attracted and even if I were it wouldn't be right to take advantage of the situation).
The months of just working and lifting allowed me to save enough to start looking to buy my own horse, I was still hurting from the whole situation, and being alone, but still I was just lifting heavy, running, walking my dog, keeping myself busy.
In February after trying and vetting some horses, I found one that seemed promising. I bought a very expensive veterinary exam, and he passed it, allegedly, I buy the horse.
 
Long story short, barely 3 weeks into ownership, I started noticing pain and weird stuff that shouldn't be happening since I started with very soft work, a few weeks of going through 3 different vets, and basically the horse had a life-long injury that the first vet didn't catch in the exam, and basically it was done for, I was devastated, I tried some solutions but they we're not effective, it was over.
During those months, my friend's ex-gf started coming to visit me, we slept together (no sex), we talked every day, I gave her presents, one would say what I did was love bombing her, but to me It was just being there giving support, for her it turned into a situationship.
I still had the horse, I couldn't selling him while he was untrained, and I still had a bit of faith in the vet's advice, and then, suddenly, my knee started hurting, I was lucky that in my new job I had private insurance, so I could immediately go to the orthopedist and do an MRI without the long ass waits of the public health care (up to a year for the MRI), and lo and behold, torn meniscus, it rapidly went from "pain while running" to "some days I can't even fucking walk", I had to stop riding, paying my trainer to ride my horse since I needed to sell him, I had to stop running, I had to stop doing any leg gym exercises.
I didn't want to do the surgery since what I read online was very contradictory.
 
Because shit can always get worse, one day I was alone with my parents (we also live with my brother and grandma), and I notice the vibes being off, I ask “what the fuck is your problem?” and they confess that my father doesn’t like my mom anymore, well, not to get into too much detail but since then I’ve had to endure watching my mom cry, they get into arguments all the time, just awful, thing is I was already so drained from my personal bullshit that after the initial shock, It didn’t pain me too much, they just keep living together, although I hear them arguing from time to time.
During those months my ex-friend’s ex-gf kept catching feelings for me, and my autistic ass couldn't really read the situation so I made it worse. Finally she asked me if I was going serious with her or if she could go on about her life. I said that I didn't see her as my partner, and since then she got a boyfriend and our friendship went to shit.
 
I finally sold the horse, my life got extremely bored.
I decided to do the surgery since I couldn't do any of the things I enjoyed, running, riding, whatever, but I had a trip in January with her so I had to postpone it until then, for those months all I could do was going for walks like an old man, and hit the gym (all chest no legs), I was going kinda hard tho, since I knew that during the months of recovery I would lose a lot of muscle and I wanted to go in my best form, during those months I acquired my best physique ever, for the first time, after years of being constant, I liked how my body looked.
The trip was a mistake, she nagged me every minute of it, I could tell she had only gone because it was already paid for, I had postponed the surgery 2 months just to have a horrible weekend.
 
I did the surgery and the first bad news came, they couldn't fix the broken part of the meniscus, so they took it out, this was the worst possible outcome since it would mean a shorter recovery, but the probabilities of arthritis in the future were higher, off to a good start.
2 weeks later I start going to rehab, during those weeks nobody came to visit me, well, my friend did, only to talk shit on his new coworker (during those months he would only message me to talk shit about coworkers or work), nobody else, not the situationship, not my trainer, nobody.
Speaking about the situationship, after the trip, she stopped messaging me, and even replying at all. I thought, well, there it goes, I’ve lost “not being an unopened chat” privilege.
Some boring months of rehab, working the job that I started to dread, and doing the boring ass knee exercises at home, and then, suddenly a glimmer of hope.
 
I start being treated by a “new” physio, but turns out she had been on sick leave for the same reason as me, she tore her meniscus, during those first 3-4 sessions we talked and talked for the whole hour, she was just perfect, around my age, funny, cute, was active, played sports, had a nice body, she lives like 5 minutes walk from my house.
I immediately fell in love like I had never before in my life, and that’s when it came to me, this was it, every bad thing that happened to me has come to this, to meeting this girl, everything made sense, If I had my surgery earlier I would not have met her because she would be on sick leave. My broken meniscus, my lame horse, every bad thing that had happened to me had led me to her.
So I take my autistic ass, and since I felt like we had something cool going on I ask “Hey, I think you’re very interesting and cute and would like to know you better, can I have your number so we can meet and go for a drink some day?” and she actually did give it to me, I asked for her number instead of her IG because I didn’t want to play any game, I thought she wouldn’t give me her number unless she was interested in me, I was ecstatic.
I start texting her and after refusing to meet a few times (with actually convincing excuses) I ask her “Hey if you don't want its fine I won't bother you anymore, just tell me” and she basically told me that she didn’t want to break the physio-patient barrier, I didn’t understand anything but I didn’t want to make it weirder since she is still treating me so I just accepted it.
 
The thing is, I know where she lives, I have to walk past her apartment whenever I go for a walk, drive to town, I get reminded constantly, moving on is very hard, I really thought she was for me, I thought she was finally the reward for all my suffering, but turns out she's just part of the punishment, I legit had a religious revelation, every single bad thing that had happened, God made it so I went and met her, my knee injury, having to sell the horse, losing my friends, no way it was a coincidence.
 
Now that I know that she is not for me, not even as a friend, I have nothing, the knee recovery is not going well, I was supposed to be a-ok in 6 weeks, It’s been 3 months and I still can’t even go for a walk without swelling and pain, I can’t workout because the knee exercises take a long ass time and I feel like they’re not doing shit, I don’t have friends to meet and take my mind off it, every few weeks I have to see my mum weeping around the house because my father is a piece of shit.
 
And to top it all, I just started having similar pain in the good knee, so there is a possibility that even If I hadn’t done shit, it may be injured too, this shit just doesn’t end, it just fucking never ends.
     
TLDR: Everything that has ever given me pleasure or made me happy has been taken away from me. I went from getting out of bed full of hope and enthusiasm to sleeping through my alarms because the only thing I can do is sit in front of a screen. I’ve been having the worst day of my life every day for the past 2 years, after everything I’ve worked hard for and all the sacrifices I’ve made.

Hi, I'm 35(F) married to 37(M) for the last 5 years. I am pulling my hair out to get my husband see things from my perspective for the last 4 years or so..and I think I might be losing my patience this year.
We lived with his parents and brother because he couldn't afford a place of his own. 2 months in to living with them, I soon realised this was a huge mistake 1) my life was never going to be the same again - they are close minded, judgemental, sexist expectations, hierarchical thinking (my husband never made any decisions including personal ones like going on trips without consulting his dad), they made sexist comments all the time about my time "living overseas as a single girl" and expected me to "adjust" to their toxic household. All of which I "tolerated" because I wanted to keep the peace in the house, take time to understand my husband and also give it enough time before I took a stand. 2) my husband was a really different person in front of them and I hoped he would be better if it was just the two of us. I was so wrong.
I come from humble beginnings, worked hard for the things I need and want and continue to be the same in my adult life. On the other hand, I learned after marriage that my husband has never worked a single day, receives pocket money from his dad to fund his lifestyle. He makes no effort to contribute to household expenses, he might probably part with 50% of his "pocket money" from dad if there's anything more left after he's paid off his credit card bills, etc. And this isn't without my asking him to pay his share. His pocket money is one fifth of the income I make..
When we tried to move out..my FIL threatened that there would be consequences if we moved out, hurled abuses at me (saying how ungrateful I am after all the money he spends on me - for maintenance?!), to which my husband stood still and allowed his father to say horrible things about me and my family for 45 mins straight. If I had to pinpoint, this was the exact day everything changed in my marriage. Also..up to this day, I was of the understanding that my husband got his monthly income via his family business (which he said he worked for although he mostly stayed home)..and I just took his word for it.
When the FIL said all those things, and my husband stood in silence - I learned he couldn't have my back, didn't care about my feelings, and continued to blame me and gaslight me for the rest of the 3 years we lived away from his parents. What I tried to do in order to save our marriage had only made things worse, and since then it's been a toxic marriage between us. He has never once said what his father has done was wrong, or apologised to me for that. He continues to visit his parents home along with our child (feels very comfy to leave me out/ never invite me), and behaves like nothing has ever happened.
Now I would have moved on from that incident (with or without apology), except his parents and brother continue to brain wash, say mean things about me and tell me to my face that I am 'controlling" and have changed my husband. I am not okay with how my husband is okay with all this. He comes home after a "day out" with his family with no regard for how I might be feeling. They hide a lot of info behind my back but I tried to let it go.. He comes back home triggers me, I say a few things...and he verbally and emotionally abuses me. This has become a pattern. He "punishes" me by not talking to me for weeks, no intimacy whatsoever for months (not even holding hands or a little touch), no support or even general empathy to ask me how I'm doing.
When respect, trust, intimacy, emotional needs, financial security all imp values that contribute to a healthy marriage, missing in our marriage, I don't see a point in having him in my life except that my children need a father. As the sole breadwinner for our family, I am emotionally and mentally overworked and don't believe I can go on longer with an unhelpful, emotionless partner any longer. Our child is 4 and kind of understand what's going on and often see us arguing and bickering. Icing on the cake is I am pregnant now with our second child.
I considered moving back to where I used to live (which is overseas) but I'm not sure I can cope as a single mum with 2 young kids under 5. I have no family support, no elders worth involving in this matter to intervene and counsel, no one outside my 2-3 friends really know the stuff I'm going through. My husband makes 0 income, although his family are wealthy doesn't have a single thing to his name so I'm basically worried he'll leech off me when I apply for a divorce (I have worked extremely hard off for the stuff I possess in my name and want to protect it for my children..)... What are some sensible options?
Thank you so much for reading my lengthy post.

When I was younger I used to throw things a lot. When I was upset about the smallest things like not enjoying the end of a book, I'd throw the book across the room. Or if one of my siblings had something I wanted, I'd throw it away. My mother used to punish me for doing this by taking away my things. I remember once I threw my soft toy because it got an ink/pen stain on it, and my mum got very angry (she hates "disruption" and loud noises) and so she threw it across the room in the direction of the rubbish bin. I left my shoes on the doorstep a lot when I came into the house when I was like 5/6/7/8, and she'd always throw my shoes way into the garden so I had to go out and try to find them. When I was reading late at night, and she discovered it, she'd throw my book out the window and the next morning I'd have to collect it and explain to librarians that I had ruined the book (I don't know why I felt I had to lie for her constantly). I know realise, at 17 and unfortunately still living with her, that I got that from her. She still throws things, like a small child would, whenever she's upset by them. Even things that don't belong to her.
Another thing is my mothers sensitivity to loud noises. It's ironic because she used to scream in annoyance whenever her children made too much noise. If I wanted to listen to an audiobook, it had to be on headphones. If I was upset, and I screamed a bit (same as her), she'd put me in my room for hours. Now I'm extremely sensitive to noise, because in my head it feels like it's going to be followed by a punishment from my mother. Even at school, when it's loud, I get anxiety because there's an instinct that tells me it's terrible.
She to this day still tells me that "the world that does revolve around you"... I always reply in my head "that's right, it revolves around you, mum". I can't stand it. She calls me rude, but I know I got that from her. I'm not sure but I think she suffers from (undiagnosed) OCD and it makes her very particular about certain things. Not the stereotype, but more just about control. She needs to control everything, always has. And now I think I have very similar habits, that I got from her and her extreme reactions to losing control. It's resulted in me having anorexia, because I can't control things if she's the one controling things (and she is). I told her just an hour ago about the anorexia, something I've struggled with for about three years now. She told me it's something I "need to fight through" and that she won't pay extra for me to buy more muesli bars and simple snacks because she "refuses to indulge a fear that's just ridiculous". She then proceeded to continue researching online how to buy more security cameras for around the house, which again, is ironic.
I could go on forever listing things I've inhereted from her narcissism, but it'd be a whole book lol. No scrap that, a whole series, that would consist of at least 15 big books.
Living with my mum all my life and constantly being blamed for behaviours I learned from her has made me very worried I'm turning into her. It's made me more self-aware, but also has made me have all the same character traits as her. Does anyone else also feel that they were punished/shamed/blamed for things they learned directly from their nacissistic parent(s)?

Hey so 21 F here , my life seemed alright to me until when I was 13-14, after which i started getting these dreams/ flashbacks of my cousin SAing me. It got really frequent and i would just lay there reliving it unable to move. It was like that for about 2ish years and near the end i almost got them every day, one of the flashbacks was of me telling my mum and her crying. i wanted to ask her if it actually happened but i thought it was a really grave accusation and i wasn't even sure it happened. i think near the end i was sure about it happening because i could actually feel him over me during the flashbacks and I felt absolutely helpless. During this time the same cousin frequented my house and I just thought that wouldn't have been the case if it was actually true. After all this the pandemic hit and I was depressed and suicidal. i almost killed my self, but i didn't at the last min. I got a lil better w the help of my friends and n sisters. they didn't know anything tho. After this I started dating my best friend and was in a better place but those flashbacks started again and this time it was worse. i confided in him n my bsf. he actually gave me a lot of strength and i actually gathered the courage to ask my mum. she seemed very irritated when i asked but she confirmed that it had infact happened. The SA had started when I was only 7 years old and my cousin is atleast 8 years older than me. It continued until I was 11. I was very frequent and I'm sure it has happened hundreds of times. i didn't know what was happening to me was wrong. He made it into a game at the beginning. he would partner up w me during hide and seek and then took advantage of the opportunity. He built stories around it and told me that was everyone was doing it. I was always in pain because of how frequently it happened. He would say that there was something wrong with me and I was being a bad girl because i wasn't enjoying it. i believed it to be true. I seem to unlock new memories even now. My now ex bf was there for me through it all and i don't think i would've had the courage to ask my mum if it weren't for my ex and my bestfriend. At that time it kinda felt that it was just a part of my story and it had made me stronger. i wish i felt the same even today. to get back to the timeline my parents didn't react that well they just told it that i should just move on n these things happen to a lot of people. the SA stopped the day I told my mum. she had given me the whole good touch bad touch lecture earlier that day. that night I told her. i did not know that what had been happening was wrong. i don't remember much of what happened later. i just know that i kept seeing him later as well. i also have this distinct memory of my mum asking me if I had enjoyed it because she saw me playing w him. Now she completely denies it. my parents refuse to talk about it and act like I'm harrassing then by asking questions. i have confronted my parents about why they didn't do anything multiple times.i asked them why didn't you guys report it to the police or at the least made sure I never had to see his face again.They gave vague answers and at one time my dad pulled out a knife and was like fine i didn't do anything but he asked what had stopped me from murdering him. Yes he actually did that. Anyways in my mind, i still cannot associate what my cousin did it me as a child to the adult him. i had repressed the memories for so long and honestly even after that he was always around. Growing up i didn't know that he was in the wrong. he was not punished or even treated differently. My parents act like im overreacting and my mum gives me examples of people who were assualted my their own fathers and told me that a lot of evil happenes in the society. She has also told me that it's because of adolescence and that kids get urges but i told her I have been through adolescence but I have never forced myself upon anyone . About a year ago I was almost SAed by my friend.i don't wanna get into the details now because I feel like it will get too much for me. but now I feel like I'll always be the helpless little girl and I dont think I'll ever get out of this.

So I (16M) live with my mum, dad and 3 siblings. My dad has always punished us by hitting us, yelling at us, soap in our mouths, taking doors down, and taking phones. I know the phones one isn’t abuse and neither is the doors one but is it really punishment the hitting, or would it be considered abuse? Him and my mum say it’s not abuse and that it’s normal for parents to do this but none of my friends have ever been hit as a punishment. This had led to lots of trauma and trust issues with people saying they would never hurt me because he said that but still does. The hitting doesn’t really happen anymore but the yelling, throwing and sometimes just straight up leaving has continued. I love him so much but im scared of him. I don’t need cps called or anything and I am not in immediate danger. I have my grand parents across the street and friends down the road. I just wanted to get others opinions on this.

Chapter 4
A mother daughter relationship is so so complicated, often times more complicated than any other relationship.
Mum for example never had a “normal” relationship with GG. Mum was always hyper criticized. She was made out to be promiscuous and a liar- specifically in regards to what happened with her older brother M. She was told horrible things her entire life, and I wish I could say the cycle ended with her.
Summer and i are the younger siblings - but we do share a very significant age gap. So it was almost as if I grew up with my brothers and Summer in a lot of ways grew up as an only child. summer and mum were both the babies of the family-
From around age 11 mum would tell anyone who would listen how bad I was. I didn’t listen. I was a lair. I was a manipulator. I was promiscuous. Any demonstration of my “goodness” would be portrayed as a manipulation- my intentions were always villainized. I’d go to a friends to stay and I’d say, I just don’t want to live in mess and chaos. But what mum told people was that I was actually for the streets, that I was probably running around doing drugs and sleeping around- within reality I always slept alone. I just wanted to do so clean sheets. I can’t stress enough how much growing up in filth can truly psychologically damage a child.
After R had his accident - mum and step dad worked a lot. Summer became mine and brothers responsibility to take care of more often than not- and because r was sick- we almost became his caregivers. Brother and I were responsible for feeding ourselves and cleaning the house, and watching summer. Brother had always been such a hard worker- he has always been Switzerland and always tried to remain neutral and keep everyone happy. So he did his part easily- but I was harder to break and bend. I fought back. I would express over and over again that I didn’t feel like it was fair for someone who was 11 to be essentially responsible for taking care of a household —- when mum heard this her first instinct wasn’t to say “ you know what this actually is a lot of unfair responsibility to put on a literal child. Maybe we need to back off some” no no. It was “ I am going to get duct tape and tape one of her arms to her and force her to clean the whole house house so that way she can see how much harder it would be if she only had the ability to use one arm like r” (not long ago she actually brought this up and was talking about how funny it was) as a parent myself now, I cannot express how repulsed I am by her behavior. I have five children, and I would never have the idea to use duct tape as a punishment- for ANYTHING. And if you as a parent ever think my kid needs a punishment let me go get the duct tape. Please just give your child to somebody that will actually care for them.
The more I fought back the more it fed the fuel that I was somehow some horrible awful child/ teen. Mum became my biggest hater. She would and still does actively wish negative things on me, just for the right of saying “I told you so”. As a mom myself- I could never do that. I could never wish for horrible things to happen to one of my children just for the right to say “see they were the problem all along”
I once won a scholarship at a church function, and when the youth pastor excitedly told mum- her response was “ She won’t use it. She’ll probably end up pregnant and on drugs by 16.”
When all I needed was a signature in order to obtain a learners permit- I was met with no, I’m not spending my day at a DMV. Any opportunity she had to make my life more difficult. She would take it every single time.
Going to college and need my W2s for fasfa? Mum - “no im not giving you my tax info”
I honestly could write a book just on the weird punishments and the weird dynamic I had with her. But this isn’t just about me.
Summer. I honestly think in some type of karmic way Summer somehow became everything that mum tried to convince the world that I was. Everything I was falsely accused of- summer was doing (obviously years later, as we did have a significant age gap) and what’s so crazy is- Summer never got the treatment I did.
Mum and summer are … co codependent- and a constant echo chamber of negativity and absolutely no accountability. To this day if summer does something wrong / bad I’d still hear “well remember when you did something a fraction as bad 20 years ago when you were a teen” it’s honestly one of the most toxic cycles I’ve ever seen of my mum trying to use everyone else’s past mistakes as excuses or passes for summers current mistakes. Summer is never held accountable- and when something comes up- the mistakes of other people are used as passes for her bad behavior. Down to simple things like- when summer stole from me as a child, I told mum and mums response was “ well you’ve stolen my stuff before so now you know how it feels” and no accountability for Summer
Summer got expelled from high school for bringing drugs to School on two separate occasions - mums response was to remind everyone how horrible I was in school (mind you I was the only one of my siblings to graduate )
I can go on and on about how being the family scapegoat means literally everything somehow is your fault. Or whatever anyone else is doing OK because you have somehow managed to do something worse in the past. It’s a battle I’ll never win.
it’s also important to note- mum did not protect any of us for SA as kids. Her first husband SA’ed me. Brother was SA’ed as well- although I don’t know the details because he wouldn’t ever open up about it. And summer was first SA’ed by a cousin on my step dad’s side. I want to take a moment to also address signs your child has been SA’ed. They may stop caring about their physical appearance- and the space that they keep around them- like mum. They may be overly sexual towards other kids at a very very young age (under 7) like brother (most kids who do this are expressing learned to behavior and are generally not seen as a predator) (most kids doing this also out of it at a very young age because they realize how wrong it is) they could become so outspoken no predator would risk doing anything to them at a fear that they could not keep them quiet- like me. Or they could hate themselves and become hyper sexual- finding affection in sexual acts- like summer.
But with that being said. Being a family scapegoat ask means you somehow become a people pleaser. You have been told your entire life how unlovable you are and how unworthy you are and you spend so much time trying to prove your goodness and prove that you are actually worth basic love and respect. - and you spend so much time effort and energy, picking up the breadcrumbs of love
This year we moved from the north to the south. When we sold our house in the north- we made a pretty good profile- hubby (my husband) wanted to buy a house outright, and even with the profit on the other house we would still owe a pretty good amount on our current residence. So we decided to buy a property outright and allow my mum- summer - summers son- and step dad to move into the house and do a rent to own situation. I’m sure you’re asking why. Why would I do that.
Ultimately, it’s because I’m an idiot- I fell for love bombing- I fell for the idea that mum would be an amazing grandparent to my kids.
They moved in in June. The wedding was in July. Things calmed down until December. And then - summer relapsed. Her son was around 9 months old. She tested positive for everything across-the-board. CPS got involved and placed her son with my husband and I - now is a perfect time to put out a reminder that we have our 5 of our own children - by newphew will always have a place here.
We knew at the 90 day mark CPS would likely reassign temporary custody
One of the stipulations mandated by CPS was that Summer go into a rehab program
Mum being the enabler that she tried to turn on the family to not hold her accountable
At this point, my husband- was pissed- as was I.
We had 3 stipulations for allowing them to live in the house that we owned. All stipulations were agreed-upon by all parties prior to them moving in. 1. Keep the house clean, that didn’t happen. 2. Minimalize the smoking in the house- so that way my kids could still come over and it would not affect the value of the home- they immediately started chain-smoking everywhere in the house, making it impossible for my kids to spend any time over there (my husband and I take the problems. Secondhand smoke causes very seriously seriously.) they chose to smoke in the house over having the ability to have my children over. And finally the most important rule- and the one that was a no go for us - NO HARD DRUGS. obviously as I mentioned, Summer had a relapse meeting. She was bringing hard drugs in and out of the house.
At this point, my husband told my stepdad if there are drugs in that house again that he will just evict all of them and sell the house- that literally none of our boundaries have been respected, and they ultimately crossed our biggest one
So what did mum do ? Well, she went around and told all of our family that I was using the house over her head. And when it came time for us to discuss custody for my nephew that her and stepdad needed to be on the agreement because I am such a horrible person I would use someone else’s child against them.
This broke me. It was the first time in life. I actually realized it does not matter how much I do for them the second the narrative doesn’t fit what they want it to be anymore. They will turn on me and make me the villain of the story. I can give them a house and car. I can give them everything and as soon as it’s no longer suing them, I will become the villain over and over.
Summer never got her son any type of insurance- I was overwhelmed with not only taking care of my kids, but an additional child that I was being villainized for caring for- so at this point, I contacted CPS and asked them to place the baby with mum and step dad. They were approved.
And before anyone judges me for doing this too much, please remember that I was under a tremendous amount of stress - I had absolutely no support outside of my Husband and all of my relationships with my family crumbled- all because I was just doing what I felt was the right thing. Naranon truly helped me realize that I actually have control over how much of this nonsense I allowed in my life. I was losing Hair by the clumps. My very accurate. Was weeks late because of stress. And to be honest, I was not being fair to my children by trying to take take on the world- to solves mums / summers problems.
So for my mental health, and for the sake of what was best for my children, I had to eliminate myself from the situation and only allow it in my life in the capacity that was healthy for me
So ever since January, I’m pretty much have been low to no contact with all of them.
The next chapter will be the final chapter. Everything will come together I promise and these back stories will makes complete sense I promise.

Recently I've been trying to develop a creation myth of sorts for my world. As the title said, this is a rough first draft, and it gets messy at times, but I plan on changing it in the future. I took heavily from the Babylonian myths, and most of the names you'll see are inspired by it. I'd appreciate some feedback.
Part one: Dehob and the birth of Atem
Before time and creation itself, before the light of the first star came into existence, there were two beings, called Engur and Ubur. The first was described as a never ending ocean, made up of a primordial substance, while the second was an invisible magic force. It is unknown whether the two beings willingly cooperated to create Atem, or if it was simply an accident. Some scholars have even suggested that Atem created itself by using those two forces, indicating that he might be superior in power to them both. Others believe that Atem went (and still goes) through a cycle of sorts, where he comes into existence and then dies, only for him to be reborn. This theory, called the “proposal of the endless cycle, is a subject of debate.
Initially, Atem took the shape of a white egg, silently floating between his two parents. While he was in such a state, other beings began emerging from Engur, called “Lumasi”. Their role in the overall myth is unclear, but they seem to be depicted as being similar to stars, who’s job is to protect and guard over a still slumbering Atem. They are often displayed as being in a circle around the newborn god.
Once fully mature, Atem’s shell broke, revealing his true form: a tree without leaves, surrounded by a series of floating white spheres. At this point, Atem starts generating the first gods, called “the unnamed ones” or “the incogniti”. The reason they are called like this is because, unlike the gods that came after, they bore no title and, apparently, no name as well. According to some of the tablets, those gods quickly abandoned their progenitor, leaving to create universes of their own. Those who remained went on to form the so called “Atem council” or “Atem-ukkin”.
Other beings created by Atem were Mum, his second in command and trusted advisor, Im-dugud, a monstrous griffin capable of tearing apart entire worlds, and Kigal, who is described as being some kind of sentient universe, populated by demonic beings called Utuk. The last gods to be created are Anshar and Kishar. Unlike their brothers, these two gods will be tasked with a specific mission: being sent into the material universe and build their own world. They are thus sent on an inhabited planet in the form of two meteorites.
Part two: the first heavenly rule
The world the two gods had fallen on took the name of Kian, from the first two letters of their names. Once there, Kishar merged with the planet itself, giving birth to plants, animals and the rest of the ecosystem. Anshar, on the other hand, simply flew in the skies, but felt loneliness in doing so. Because of this, he gave birth to the Dracanee,who flew close to their father, and the Levi, beings similar to waves who rode the skies as if they were submerged in water.
As time went on, Anshar and Kishar began developing feelings from one another. Those feelings turned into love, and that love turned into lust. The result of their carnal union were the Dingir, the first earth-gods. Those were Nudim and Nunam, who were males, and Kutus and Aru, who were females
As time went on, however, Anshar began growing paranoid of the powers held by his offspring, fearing that his ambitious son, Nudim, might lead a revolt against him, and that he might crown himself as king of the gods right after. Those fears were further fueled by Mum, who had, over time, developed a sentiment of envy towards his brother, resenting his role as a mere advisor, and thus working to destroy his new reign by putting him against his own children, hoping that it would result in them killing one another. His plans came to fruition when Anshar ordered the imprisonment of his children, who were to be thrown into the depths of Kigal.
Kishar, wanting to protect her children, attempted to hide them, but only managed to do so with Nudim and Numar. Both of them faced their father with the support of their mother and the Dracanee, who disagreed with their master’s conduct, and a great fight took place among the skies. In the end, Nudim came out on top, slaughtering his father, ripping his body apart and hiding his remains in several places of the earth. He then proceeded to free his sisters from imprisonment. Those events marked the end of the first “heavenly rule” (the rule of the gods).
Part three: the second heavenly rule
After the death of her brother and consort, Anshar began to resent her offspring. When facing her husband, she had intended for him to be restrained, but still wished for his life to be spared, and watched in horror as his lover got torn apart by his own son. Because of this, she began interacting less and less with them over time, hoping that this growing distance would help the hate go away.
In the meantime, the four Dingir married, and slowly began giving birth to a second generation of divinities: the union of Nudim and Aru saw the birth of Nobu, Irkal, Asarte and Asar, while the carnal union of Nunam and Kutus saw the birth of Ningir, Sin and Utu. This new, enlarged group of gods took the name of Annunaki.
Now uncontested in his rule, Nundim expressed his desire to create a new, intelligent species of beings. Unlike them, this species would have been mortal, but numerous and devout, and they would have been the subjects of his new kingdom. In order to create them, he approached his mother, but she still resented his actions, and thus only gave birth to monstrous creatures known as Teras, who were less powerful than the gods and much more wild in their behavior. Aru then attempted to create those people herself, having similar abilities to that of her mother, but only managed to turn herself into an abomination, forcing his brothers and sons to put her down and imprison her.
In the meantime, Anshar, not being able to tolerate her offspring’s behavior any longer, decided to wage war against them. First, she ordered the Teras (who only answered to her commands) to attack their brothers. Then, she gave birth to a new race of creatures, called the Kin-guth, who were to be the new rulers of this world once the war was won. The gods, not being powerful enough to face her, were unsure of what to do, and the leadership skills of Nudim were put into question. His youngest son, Asar, stepped forward, and offered himself to fight the goddess with his siblings. The gods accepted, and the four of them went into battle. They managed to win due to both Asar’s combat skills and Nobu’s profound knowledge, which allowed him to craft a spear capable of putting the goddess in a comatose state, a deep slumber similar to death. With Anshar defeated, the Kin-guth were banished in the Kigal dimension, where Asarte would watch over them, while the Teras would be imprisoned in cells built for them by Nobu. For his help in defeating Anshar, Asar was crowned as the new king of the gods, with his father giving up his title as a self-punishment for his own behavior during the war.
Part four: the third heavenly rule
Before banishing them into the Kigal, Nobu took a sample of the Kin-guth’s DNA, and used it as a basis for his experiments. This led to the creation of a new species of primates, which eventually evolved into humans. Proud of this achievement, Nobu began teaching them how to write and read, as well as having them learn other skills. The other gods too trained them, with the goal of turning them into efficient subjects. All of this led to the creation of the first city-states, which were then federated into the Lusal empire (from the term “Lu-sal”, which in the language of the gods, can be translated as “men and women”), led by the gods themselves, who resided in the great city of Eridia, in a tower build upon Anshar’s body (which, over time, turned into a mountain) and around the lance that defeated her.
Each town was ruled over by a king, called “Lugar”. They were granted great autonomy over the rule of their respective cities, but they had to show their allegiance to the gods by worshiping them and sending them their firstborn. Once their offspring reached the capital, they were trained by the gods to be their Sukkal, a role which was similar to that of an advisor for a king. As time went on, the Sukkal began working with each other, often reuniting in a large chamber and taking decisions over the affairs of the empire. Those kinds of meetings took the name of “Ukin”, meaning council. As the Sukkal began gaining more and more influence over the affairs of the empire, they began electing a leader, called “Urigal”, with the gods themselves appearing less and less among the mortals, instead preferring to enjoy their lives in the luxury of their palaces. The only exceptions were Asar, who spent a lot of time traveling the land and interacting with his subjects, and Nobu, who traveled around the world to study it, building several outposts and helping in the development of other populations.
Part five: Theomachy
After a millennia of peace and harmony, the cracks were slowly beginning to show themselves. The Sukkal became more and more corrupt, going as far as to expand the empire through war by subjugating their neighbors, and the common people began resenting the gods for their apathy and lack of care. One of those, Semiramis, felt the same, but hoped that she could convince the gods to change their ways. As the first daughter of a Lugar, she was granted the opportunity to reach the capital, where her intellect and oral skills soon allowed her to take the place of Urigal. But even with such an important position, the gods dismissed her concerns, and the oldest of the Sukkal hindered her attempts at reforming the system, showing how useless her role actually was. Desperate for a solution, Semiramis was visited by an unexpected guest: Mum, the grand advisor of Atem, who offered to help her. He convinced her that the time of the gods was over, and that it was time for humans to take their place as rulers of the planet. Thus the two began spreading lies and deception, using the already existing friction between the various gods to start a civil war, which would later be known as the Theomachy. The war would tear apart the empire itself, erasing entire cities from the map and turning forest into a large desert called Psam. The war will end with the gods willingly restraining themselves into cells built by Nobu, where they would heal their injuries, a process that could take hundreds of years. This event marks the end of the third heavenly kingdom and the start of the so-called “rule of men”, which persists trough the present day.

I’m sorry for this being long winded and coming off as a bit of a vent but I really need some opinions on this. There is a TLDR below though.
To cut a long story short, my brother somehow caught TB and was told to inform anyone who he had been in contact with. This included my mum as he had visited her a few days ago. I was at work when I got the call but I googled TB, the uk.gov website came up, which said as much as I expected, call your GP or 111. There were numbers to call but this was for PROFESSIONAL use only.
I told my mum to call the GP as that seemed like the most sensible option, plus she had been feeling hot and tired these past few days which line up the symptoms listed, to the point she even made an appointment prior (the day after my brother visited no less). They thought it was due to her pessary ring not being the right size as it was causing her discomfort (also it has been a bit hot these past few days so not ruling that out entirely ether).
She calls them and they say it’s nothing to do with them (???) and it’s to do with public health and that PH will get into contact with her (they didn’t explain how). But, to be fair to the receptionist and GP, they admitted this isn’t something they’ve dealt with before and did tell her to call 111 for an inquiry as this in an infectious disease which does correlate to what gov.uk said.
She proceeds to call 111 and told the respondent that she may have caught TB and was told by her GP to call 111. This respondent had the nerve to ask my mother “why are you wasting my time with this call, this isn’t an emergency” and basically scolded her on the phone and hung up. Now I would understand if this was 999 and my mum had called because that’s a line you call it if it’s a dire situation but its 111, the line your suppose to inquire about a serious issue, like TB. My mum phoned me in near tears because she embarrassed and was made to feel that she wasted valuable time.
I was fuming and I ended up ringing the GP myself and explained what had happened and made it clear what the policy is. Within 20 minutes she got an appointment for 2 weeks. Funnily enough she has a doctor’s appointment this week (the pessary ring change) and had asked in the first call maybe she could do a TB test then. They said no (understandable, it’s gyno appointment, not the doctors area of expertise) however when she mentioned it in the 2nd call (the one where they arranged an appointment with her) they told her that she should reschedule that appointment. This tells me that they didn’t take it seriously the first time round. What further compounds it is when my mum inquired to get it done sooner or if there was a private option, they hand waved her away, saying it’s “too convoluted and not worth the time.”
Now, I get the chances are very slim and that my mum, despite having symptoms that line up with TB, probably doesn’t have it. But the fact is that if it wasn’t for me wasting 20 minutes waiting in a phone queue to then have a short 5 minute call, she would have never gotten that appointment. I don’t like thinking about people who don’t have someone in their corner fighting for them. This isn’t even touching on how the 111 responder was not only in the wrong in terms of the guidelines but just the sheer unprofessionalism (a simple, “this is the wrong line” would have been more than acceptable even if incorrect). I completely understand why people don’t bother going to the doctors anymore if this is how they are treated, especially when you are trying to do the right thing and catch things early. It seems like acting in prudence when it comes to serious illnesses gets you punished rather than rewarded most times.
I am more than happy to accept if I’m in the wrong here, I’m almost hoping I am because if not, I’ll be seriously looking into private healthcare quite frankly.
TLDR: Should I complain about negligence/incompetence because my mum was refused a TB test until I phoned them and pointed out the guidelines and got an appointment almost immediately?

So much has happened. Right now I feel too exhausted to rehash it all, but in a nutshell - we both had very abusive childhoods, our lives went in different directions and after trying for years and years to help him, I stopped agreeing with him on everything and he got mad. He punished me by canceling a visit I had planned, booked, and paid for whilst I was pregnant with my first child. I went through pregnancy, childbirth and the baby stage without any support from my family of origin. My brother always says that the only reason my life got better is because I’m a woman. He is addicted to his victim mentality and wants me to feel bad about myself so that we can relate to one another again. I am exhausted from being like a parent to him despite him being six years older. I think he’s been influenced by the incel phenomenon and I’ve lost the brother I was once close to - but only if I follow the rules. No disagreeing, no questioning, no other having priorities. He has very limited empathy and thinks I’ve had an easy life despite being sexually abused by our father. Meanwhile he was beat and put down all the time.
Over the years I made certain changes in my life. I did charity work to help survivors, I started going gym, I read about trauma and tried my best to improve my station. I had a string of difficult relationships and finally met a wonderful supportive man who is now my husband. My brother had one girlfriend who he treated quite badly and has been single since then, for over eight years. Our mum gave him a lot of money but he spent it recklessly and resents me for having my finances in order, which he again says is only because of my husband’s advice… which was also offered to him. For every success I’ve had, he’s been quick to remind me that I don’t really deserve it and just got lucky. He’s 40 this year and still doing the clubbing thing, with no stable career and endless complaining.
So I’m out. I have two beautiful children to care for and people around me who see the good in me. I tried so many times to reconnect but he refuses unless I ‘take accountability’ for supposed grievances that he never communicated to me directly at the time, and which he still can’t give examples of. He’s rewritten history to make me the bad guy, and whilst I’m not perfect, I really wanted him to be happy and successful.
The longest we’ve ever gone without speaking is 8 months, but I’ve a bad habit of having a few drinks, thinking ‘life’s too short’ and trying again to contact him. Last time he refused to pick up the phone but kept texting about how bad I apparently am. Every time I have contact with him it pretty much garauntees a few sleepless nights and lots of sadness. So I need to stop doing it to myself, once and for all.
NC day 3

Before I start I want to say that I'm aware my birds aren't humans and don't judge or punish them for having ungodly (haha) urges. But I still can't get rid of my human biases so I think what they're doing is icky and giving them a pass would basically make me Becky's pimp and that's pretty gross. She's basically my daughter and a bird not an object, she can feel exhausted.
So, I have a flock of four cockatiels: Ariel the dad, Becky the mum and their sons Fred and Leo.
Fred and Leo are Ariel's competition which makes him depressed and aggressive. He plucks the rest of my flock and haven't been himself in months.
I'm trying to help him by arranging dates for him and Becky, taking the kids away when they cross boundaries, and having him sleep with the rest of the flock.
He's doing way better now but relapses when I stop being so strict. Unfortunately I can't expand my flock yet.
Fred and Leo are interested in Becky, respond to her calls and push Ariel away. Whenever I catch them in the act I take them away and try to encourage Ariel to shoot his shot but my interventions ruin the mood.
Leo is the only one that gets to smash. As far as I know he never finished. Now, I can't tell if these are their personality traits or sexual frustrations but Leo is way calmer than Fred and Ariel.
Ariel has always been an ass. Meanwhile Fred went from nibbling to biting whenever I approach him and he's not in the mood. Leo never bit me and exists in his happy go lucky world. He's kinda dumb, even the vet is his friend.
I manage their hormones so they don't want to nest but they still want to F. Neither of my birds is masturbating or exploring their gay side, sometimes I wish they would.
I don't want Becky to mate with her son's because a) I want her relationship with Ariel to improve. b) I'm worried it would result in incest babies.
But I'm wondering if allowing every boy to have his turn (as long as she'll agree to that I won't hold her down) would help them calm down. In case of nesting I can always boil the eggs though if they'll insist on raising a clutch and fight over it I'll have a bigger problem.
I also want to get two more girls sometime in the future and I'm worried that the boys would bond with their mum and refuse to love an another girl. Alternatively Ariel could bond with a new girl which means Becky would end up in an incest relationship. I don't want to breed them but accidents happen and I want them to be healthy.

hi,
PLEASE NOTE, THESE BOOKS WILL COME OUT WITH 2 CHAPTERS PER WEEK STARTING FROM TOMORROW. EACH HAS A LIST OF CHARACTERS AND THERE ROLE AND THERE DISCRIPTION.
please tell me what books sound the best <3 more will be coming in a separate post <3
So im a Wattpad user and I write and read story's, mainly writing now, Im going to be releasing a massive amount of books I think the total is 20 books could be more could be less. But there's a massive range of them so I will list them below:
A GAME OF CHANCE (OUAT BOOK) 18 MAY 2024 - This book is based mainly in neverland but has parts in story Brooke. In this is book where henry is kidnapped but not for the reason they showed in the series, your name is emily you grew up with an abusive drunk of a father and you ran away. After a while of missing storybrooke you return to which your taken in by Emma but someone doesn't like you.
MIRROR MIRROR (OUAT BOOK)19 MAY 2024 - your Regenia's sister, you two fell into the darkness she came out however you never did. She and her new friends try hard to get you into the light side but when Regina finds why you went dark she knows there's only one solution. But will she take the risk or pay the price.
FALLING FOR THEM 17 MAY 2024 - You are a talented young artist who moves from her home town after a brake up in hopes of finding peace. You find peace and love but two men? Is that right ? first time for everything right they will always be my first everything.
MY MAFFIA HUSBAND 20 MAY 2024 - your parents business wasn't going to well and another business offered to help. They gladly excepted after knowing the price they have to pay, you live with them and the other company starts coming around a lot more until one day everything falls into place and the wedding isn't long after that day.
MARRIED TO MY BESTFRIEND 21 MAY 2024- your bestfriend and you have been close ever since birth, you do everything together and your inseparable. Until jack has to help is parents as trouble crosses there path with business, thats when your parents offer you as payment to help the business which they except. You soon learn neither of you had a choice it was set they day you where born.
LOSING YOU 22 MAY 2024 - after your fiancé goes missing you hire a detective and a private investigator, When they give up on the case finding no clues what so ever you deiced to take it into your own hands. On the way to this you uncover your fiancé dark past, that his family knew where he was and this was just a test plus a love game, but can you stay with him after finding out what you have.
TRAPPED BY HIM 23 MAY 2024- you are taken by a sadistic ex of yours, he keeps you locked up for months on end torturing you and doing unholy things. All the while you scream cry and beg him to stop none can hear you and is anyone even looking for you does anyone even realize your missing?
DETECTIVE DARLA 24 MAY 2024 - your a detective with a high amount of respect you have solved multiple cases of murder and missing persons. But now there's a new killer in town, who they refer to as the shadow none knows who he is and none can track him down. Darla beings to get worried but she begins to find all the answers and when she finds the horrifying truth after being nearly murderd by the shadow. She kills the one thing she loves. Darla goes into a state of panic and she is put into the mental heath ward in her local hospital. When a new killer strikes will she be able to recover? will she find this new murderer?
BROKEN PIECES 25 MAY 2024 - when you come home one night after cleaning the house, going to do shopping, putting it away, loading washing in and out, until its time for you to go to work. And find your husband doing unspeakable things to your eldest child and youngest child while your middle child watches laughing. You go into a state of panic screaming and shouting at them, when someone behind you closes the door and puts a cloth over your mouth knocking you out. will she live? will she help her children?
EVIL MEETS EVIL (mavrel book) 26 MAY 2024 - when you where a young girl, the age of only 3 days old, you where taken from your mother and taken to what looked like a prison. You are cared for by your brother, until you turn 1 years old when your brother the leader of this place deiced you where old enough. He sits you on a table and he has you looked over making sure your heathy and how a normal child should be of 1 years old but what for?
WOULD YOU KILL FOR LOVE 27 MAY 2024 - when the prince deiced he needed to be married all the girls in town went crazy, all expect you you didn't fancy being married at only 16 so you ignored the whole thing. Thats until all the girls where to go to the court yard and be seen individually by the prince. When he lays eyes on you and chooses you your whole world brakes. when a war brakes out on the kingdom and the prince is in danger you use the skills you leant ages ago to save the one you where to marry have grown feeling for him but will you let him know?
FRIEND OR FOE 28 MAY 2024 - when the whole town turns against magical creatures, you have to decided who you can and cant trust. Due to being one of the hated all the magical beings being afraid. You decided to take lead in this war and win equality from the help of a human friend. But will you survive what you decided to end.
SLYTHERIN QUEEN (HOGWARTS BOOK) 29 MAY 2024 - when arriving at Hogwarts for the first time ever, you are all in first year and the boys of Hogwarts start taking a liking towards you. But not everyone will be able to have you as you have a very specific taste. But when you have to share a dorm with the ones you crush on you start to be bratty earning a punishment,
REDWOOD 30 MAY 2024 - the town of redwood is famously known for the redwood surrounding the town. None enters or leaves the town through it you have to go by air, but when thing start getting strange around the town people panic praying that its just the weather and animals playing up. but its far from any weather or aninimal, magic is taking the lives of many but they take the wrong person and all hell brakes lose.
HONEY, HONEY (HOGWARTS BOOK) 31 MAY 2024- when a new riddle enters the school, they assume her to be there sister but they are wildly wrong. Shes their wife yes their as in tom and matteho riddle, the three of them get tired of their fathers stupid ways and their wife becomes friends with the golden trio and eventually the rest of the Weasleys. But are they just on a mission for there father of have they changed?
WITHOUT YOU 1 JUNE 2024 - after losing your true love you move from your troubled home to new York, To start over and you do well as a model and eventually you become rich and along the way there 2 men that have been everywhere you are, you thought maybe they are just crazy fans but no. Is he really dead?
THE FIRST BLOOD MOON 2 JUNE 2024 - imagine being a creature so powerful but having no clue about it. When your mum dies and your father leaves you, after years of abuse and shouting painful words he just leaves. But someone comes round to the house knocking on the door for you, when you refuse to go with them they kidnap you in the night. But why?
DEATHS BESTFRIEND 3 JUNE 2024 - Imagen waking up one day and the worlds population has doubled, but only you can see them. When you find out that they aren't invisible, you question what they could be before realizing they are the dead. you question are you living or have you past. Everyone can still see you but not them?
THE STRANGERS KISS 4 JUNE 2024- when you move to new York after excepting a job, you go to a bar for a few drinks. Feeling eyes on you the whole time but you cant seem to find who it is. You start the new job and this one guy seems really off he keeps staring at you and wont leave you alone. But he is hiding deep secrets.
THE TORTURED 5 JUNE 2024 - you've been in one place your whole life, this facility they wont let you leave, you cant talk and everything keeps getting worse. when you are taken from the facility by people who you thought where good but no non of the people have ever been good.it get worse when they take your memories and put you with a bunch of people you have no idea who they are.
thank you for reading this to the bottom I hope when they are released you read them
byeeee <3

I (18F) and my sister, "Anne" (15F) have a small age gap and she's never treated me like an older sister, more like I'm younger. I'm the middle child, the eldest is "Tina" (23F) who is in university abroad.
Growing up, we would fight a lot and Tina would often punish us in place of our parents. Moreover, growing up, Tina and I always received discipline, nothing major, just a few flicks on the wrist for wasting food, or shouting at my elders, quite minor for an Asian household. However, Anne never experienced this and she didn't receive this same treatment from my parents and grandmother.
I've been called the low maintenance child. Anne has bullied me a lot, she often turns small things into large conflicts creating rifts between us. I could never talk to my parents about it because they would always tell me to be the bigger person.
I always did favours for Tina no matter how minor they were, because it was the rule to respect your elders. I would make her tea when studying, fill her glasses of water, small things. Whenever I would try to ask the same from Anne she'd say "no", and she would disrespect another household value about never saying "no" to anyone for water, ever, as it is a human right.
My younger sister was ill, she suffered and was hospitalised for 3 months, and it severely affected her health as she was paralysed and her immune system took a hit. We all accommodated to her obviously, helping her with daily tasks. She gradually got better thankfully, but her mindset was seriously stuck behind. She refused to exercise, she rapidly gained weight, and she shouted at everyone who tried to help or give her advise.
I understand that this took a mental toll on her, but it has almost been 5 years and she refuses to move on. Our household is definitely not peaceful and is certainly toxic but I do not see why she behaves like this cause she ends up adding to the toxicity.
So, yesterday I was at home because I have my study break before final exams (super important but no one has really accommodated for it, except my mum), and she had skipped school for the entire week (including today), (Note: Last academic year, Anne skipped several days of school and she was told she would not be able to continue at our school if she repeated this behaviour).
I finally lost it, because my mother and father are "too busy" to tell her anything, my mother even told me that she's "given up on that child". How sad.
She was cooking herself instant noodles for lunch (2nd time this week) when there was other alternative healthier food which me and my grandmother ate for lunch (BTW she had JUST woken up around 2pm) and I told her not to eat it. She told me it was funny how I was only NOW pretending to be an older sister, and when I said that she had never respected me she changed it around and said that she has always looked up to me. But if she looks up to me why doesn't she listen or take my advice?
I ended up getting mad and I told her she's lazy and she eats unhealthy food too often and never even cleans up afterwards (e.g. by washing/wiping dishes, cleaning, etc).
She got really mad at me and starting saying a lot of rude things to me, like how I have no right to say anything to her or that Mum should be the ones to say these things. I ended up telling her that she needs to be healthy (we've also been telling her this because our family has a lot of conditions in our genes, e.g. diabetes, Alzheimer's, addiction, Parkinson's, obesity, and so much more - which is why I try to stay in shape by eating healthy and trying my best to make time for exercise even though I'm in my final year of high school)
I told my mum about what happened, and I told her that if Anne doesn't shape up then I'm going to personally confiscate her devices such as the PC where she plays games for hours. AITA?
TL;DR: I (18F) told my younger sister (15F) to eat healthy, be less lazy, and to listen to her elders more, because otherwise she jeapordises her future in our school, and her health, especially as we suffer numerous illnesses in the family genetics. AITA?

I am NOT OOP, OOP is u/ThrowRa-Lunch
Originally posted to relationship_advice
My (38F) Husband (39M) hid having lunch with a coworker (25F) and said my food was ‘tasteless’. What do I do?
Trigger Warnings: emotional affair, verbal abuse, emotional abuse and manipulation
Original Post: May 5, 2024
I want this to be quick. I feel really weird about this and I’m on the verge of asking for a separation.
So, I’ve been with my husband for 15 years, married for 11. Amazing relationship, small bumps of course but nothing like this.
I’ve always made lunch for my husband to take to work, and up until a little over a month ago that was fine. Middle of March he said that a new Turkish food stand opened up outside of his office and that he had been eating lunches there instead because they were good. Alright, no problem.
So he just completely stopped asking for lunches. I had maybe packed 5 during this time frame for him, but I’m not even sure he was eating them now.
So on Thursday I was at home working and I had a phone call from him, thought he was calling during his lunch but he had butt dialled me instead.
At first, I didn’t hear much, just him talking to someone, and I was about to hang up until I heard a woman’s voice as well. I wouldn’t say I’m a jealous person, but I was a little bit curious so I muted my call at work and listened.
It was just standard conversation at first, he was praising this woman’s cooking A LOT. Which of course made me realise that he was eating lunch this coworker made. I was a bit peeved but there’s an explanation sure.
Although that went out the fucking window when she said “is it better than your wife’s?” To which he replied “Oh yeah, without a doubt. I mean, it’s not tasteless for a start” followed by laughing.
First of all, what the fuck is that supposed to mean? 15 years of cooking and NOW he has a complaint? And not even to me but some coworker!!
Also, that absolutely isn’t innocent on her end right? I’m not crazy in thinking that’s so weird, why even bring me up?
Anyway, I raised hell, ended the call, sent him a message not to ‘worry about my tasteless cooking anymore’ and that he ‘can eat from the bin’ from now on.
Hes apologised, said that he loves my food and was just trying to seem cool in front of his coworker. I asked why he lied about where he was getting lunch from, and he said that initially he did get it from that stand, but the coworker started offering and he didn’t want to tell me because he thought that I would get jealous (yeah, can you blame me?)
So, I’ve been airing him since. I’m still pissed to be honest, I haven’t made him lunch or dinner, only for myself since he said that he dislikes it so much. He said today that he’s apologised and that I shouldn’t keep punishing him but I’m literally an inch from going to my mums. I have a suitcase with my clothes packed under our bed ready.
Dad thinks it was a stupid comment, but that I should work it out, mum is on my side regardless of my decision. I’m thinking about leaving for a few days at least, maybe a separation but I honestly just want some reassurance if that’s what’s best here?
Relevant Comments
OOP on if this was a one-off situation

OOP: It’s a one off and so insanely weird coming from him. He’s never been that type of person at all. I can’t remember a single time hes said something negative about me to myself, never mind to someone else!
He hasn’t been suspicious with his phone of behaviour at all. He comes home on time and if he’s out with friends I can pretty much confirm it, so I’m not sure. Maybe at most an emotional affair or a crush? But at the moment I don’t think he’s cheating. I honestly just feel really hurt

OOP on if her husband can cook or not

OOP: He can barely cook, so it’d be more of a punishment for me to be honest. I’ve been making him cook for himself since this happened and he’s been miserable. Definitely agree with the asshole coworker though, no clue why she had the audacity to try and bring me up like that

I didn’t know. Yeah he’s apologised, but I’m still pretty hurt over it. Cooking for 15 years just to have him badmouth me sucks. Ideally I want him to cut ties with that coworker of his too for bringing me up. He won’t mention much of her but I feel like she’s just as bad too.
I’m also pretty annoyed he lied to me for a month about the fact that he was eating lunch with this coworker, her lunch too. I don’t see why he would

Blue-eagle-23: Has he agreed to stop having lunch with her? Even if she is not hoping to get with him she is certainly not a supporter of your relationship.

OOP: He said that he’ll stop having lunch with her and apparently has done since that happened. (Although I have no way of proving this)

the_taco_life: If he's not cheating on you with his much younger coworker, he wants to/is trying to. Man my vagina would dry up and blow away in a puff of dust over such classic creepy older dude behavior.
You're not overreacting. You're under reacting.

OOP: I absolutely feel it drying up already. It’s like everything I’ve found attractive in him has gone. He’s just so plain to me now.

issa_username29: Yeahhhh honestly I’d probably leave for at least a couple of days too, overhearing something like that would piss me off! Has he been weird with his phone or any other communication devices?

OOP: Absolutely nothing! No change in behaviour either. He hasn’t been cagey or weird, he’s let me use his phone whenever before all of this happened. He’s been completely normal

 
Update May 7, 2024
I’m back. It’s not a great update but you all deserve one for all of the advice you gave me on my last post.
He confirmed that he developed a crush on her, it’s an emotional affair at least and that’s all I really need to hear. I sat him down and had a heart to heart with him.
Bottom line are these points.

• if I hadn’t of heard what he said, he most likely would have continued flirting with her, he admitted this himself.
  
• he liked the attention, she had bad mouthed me previously (I didn’t ask for examples) and he didn’t shut it down because he liked it.
  
• She has actively been persuing him for over 3 months now, he hadn’t put a stop to it until I caught him.
  
• The Saturday before last she offered to give him a blowjob during lunch together, he declined, but he told me that he let her feel his muscles over his clothes.
  

The only reason he said all of this fucking shit was because I was all sweet and I said “I promise, tell me the full truth and we can move on, I’ll forgive you, I just want to know”
Right, fuck that. He is packing his bags. This is MY house, and it will be treated as such. I really don’t care anymore. If he’s seriously deluded himself into thinking this is going to last, he can crack on.
I’m genuinely so angry more than anything. I did everything for him. I make double what he does so I paid all the bills, while we used his money for fun stuff. When we met he had crippling CPTSD and body dysmorphia. I did fucking everything to help him get over it. I dealt with his night terrors every bloody night, despite it ruining my sleep. I reassured him constantly despite not getting it back. All of it without a bloody complaint. You love someone so much just for them to throw you away so easily.
He cried, had a panic attack that I had to calm him down from and is now taking his time packing. He keeps stopping to come into the living room to ask for a hug. I can’t even express how disgusted I feel, like I physically can’t even look at him anymore.
There was no need, if he was unhappy he should have told me, I don’t know why the hell he even felt the need to get some validation from this girl but sure, whatever.
He keeps saying he doesn’t know why he did it, but of course he knows, he’s just too much of a coward to tell me.
Well whatever, it’s done now. He’s leaving, his family is back in Germany so fuck knows who he’s staying with, probably her but I’m washing my hands of him.
Thank you for all of the advice you gave me on the last post, so many great ideas that I didn’t even end up needing to use because he just down right admitted it all to me.
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Katatonic92: Doesn't know why he did it? Here's my guess based on the info you shared;

1. You saw him at his weakest & most vulnerable, you are clearly still his backbone judging from his current behaviour. He doesn't get to play the toxic image of manly man to you, in his mind, you are stronger than him. I guarantee he hasn't opened up to her about any vulnerabilities he has, it sounds like she has appealed to the toxic manly man ideal of making food & offering blowjobs to the big, strong muscular man. He gets to inflate his ego in a way he can't with you.
2. Not only have you emotionally supported him, you are also the main breadwinner, the provider. You cover the bills, the roof over your head, his contribution is the unnecessary fun stuff. This is yet another blow to the toxic manly man's fragile ego. He probably considers himself financially superior to her, his money could hold more "value" to her instead of it just being fun money you won't really miss.
3. He is older than her, gets to seem like the wiser, more worldly adult of the relationship. He will feel superior to her in every way he feels inferior to you.
4. He enjoyed the negative comments made about your food, not because they were necessarily true but because it meant you weren't perfect & someone else was validating it. Again, when you are insecure it is easier to find faults be derogatory towards a perceived threat to drag them down, instead of building themselves up.

Conclusion. Major insecurity, inflation of ego from someone he feels he holds superiority over. And as fucking usual, instead of recognising this bullshit, speaking to his wife who has done nothing but love & support him, go to see a therapist to work on his feelings, he goes down the easy road. Instead of doing the work to overcome his feelings of inadequacy, it was so much easier to gravitate to someone who not only let him ignore those feelings for a while, they also found a way to tear you down.
I'm sorry you are experiencing this, it is truly pathetic when someone would sooner risk causing this terminal heartbreak, than suffer short term discomfort by communicating. It's pathetic.

OOP: Jesus fucking Christ. How do I pin a comment? That’s so unbelievably true I can’t even say anything.
Physically he’s pretty intimidating. He’s 6’6 and about 270 pounds, and he can be pretty scary to people who don’t know him. But he’s always been extremely sweet and kind, and that’s one of his biggest insecurities, looking like a man but not ‘feeling’ like one. Which has always been bullshit to me. But yeah, everything you said is literally him.
I can’t even thank you enough for writing this. Having it down fully on here is so incredibly validating.

OOP on her husband’s co-worker being a problem

OOP: She is A problem. Singular. I’m not running to her house to curb stomp her because I don’t know a damn thing about this woman. But regardless. Yeah, she wanted to fuck a married man, is that fucked up? Absolutely, and if the chance comes around I’m being petty and getting revenge. But seriously, who’s the hell is she? Did I spend 15 years of my life with this woman? Did I make vows to her? NO.
Read this, then reread it sir. My HUSBAND, is at fault here, because he knew damn well what was going on. He knew this woman wanted him, he knew what was going to happen and he let it. What can I do to her? Nothing, what can I do to my husband? Divorce him. That’s the bottom line.
For the love of god, stop dick riding my husband and move on, it’s actually insane that I have to say this but no one is defending that woman, no one, we’re coming rightfully for my husband because of HIS part in all of this.

 
Soon to be ex saw my update, came to my house. I’m safe. - May 9, 2024
I can’t post another update to the relationship sub, and I didn’t know if people would see it if I just made an edit myself on my other post. Some shit went down, but I’m okay. Yesterday night STBX contacted me. A lot of people told me to delete my recent update made of the post, it honestly slipped my mind that he could be reading it too,
He said that he was a bit hurt that I’d think he would go for Alimony. But that he understands given everything. He told me that he wasn’t going to but if he needed to sign something to prove it he would.
I said given everything that’s happened he can’t blame me for being on alert. He said that he’s quit his job and that he’s thinking about returning to Germany to be with his family there, additionally he says he’s cut contact with that coworker. He apologised again and wished me the best
Right, and that would have been just fine by itself. But I woke up at about 2.15am last night needing a wee and I saw my ring door bell going off. I have footage of him just sitting outside my house talking to himself. Literally he got there at 1 ish, knocked, sat down on my front steps and just started talking. I slept through it and only woke up because I needed the bathroom. I literally sat in my closet for ages just watching the camera not knowing what to do until he left at 3am.
He’s probably going to read this too but I’m somewhere safe, I just can’t tell you all for obvious reasons. He sent me a message saying he can’t lose me, that I’m the love of his life. I told him to fuck off and blocked him.
I really can’t say much, but I’m taking action. Absolutely don’t worry about that little prick.
Just a possible last update, it’s a bit risky to tell you what’s happening now that it’s gotten a bit shittier, just in case it gets back to him.
Relevant Comments
OOP on her husband blowing up his life for his emotional affair and doing anything to get her back

OOP: I did end up asking him why he declined her offer for a blow job. I feel like at this point it’s pretty done and dusted, there isn’t really a need to keep lying.
He said the main thing was that he was a little bit afraid to cross that line, and that he had rationalised to himself that since it hadn’t turned physical, it wasn’t bad. (He didn’t really elaborate on why he was afraid, but we were each other’s firsts, so that’s maybe why?)
I cringed a bit writing about her feeling up his muscles. It feels a bit gross to type out for some reason. My STBX is a physically big bloke. He’s 6’6 and roughly 270. He was in the military for a while and he never got out of that routine. I really don’t know what he means when he says his muscles. I mean it could be any of them.
My heart does really hurt for him in a strange way. I was a bit panicked this morning after I woke up from the nights drama worried if he had a night terror or something. I know that he betrayed me, but I still can’t stop hoping that he’s okay. I’ve messaged some of his friends to check up on him just in case.

OOP on if she and her husband have kids

OOP Nope! No kids thank god! We’re childfree

 

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THIS IS A REPOST SUB - I AM NOT OOP

My mum is raising the biggest man child ever, she keeps preaching that my brother has a mental disability that he isn’t diagnosed for that nobody else sees, yes I get that him acting out could be a disability but it’s just the result of poor parenting. My brother as soon as he throws a tantrum gets coddled and has his own way, I am just fuming because I have to deal with listening to this kid beg outside my mums door for half an hour and get his own way, like he has only just went to bed and it’s half 11, he isn’t even in double digits in age yet. He is 9 so these tantrums need to be stopped, I get that it’s difficult when he’s taking a tantrum and doesn’t stop but he knows what happens when he does, he avoids punishment or gets what he wants, I honestly just think my mum needs to tough it out and ignore his tantrums, it would take work but I’m like 100% sure that his behaviour would improve, he is good as gold in school, around me (he’s familiar with me so it isn’t familiarity) and he is good as gold with anyone but my mum because she gives in, honestly it’s so aggravating to see my mum get taken advantage of like that, my mum needs to take the action in stopping and preventing tantrums by letting him know that all tantrums are ignored, not rewarded. I am just more upset because when he is older, he is going to be a man child because of how my mum coddles him, he will whine when his partner does something that’s not to his taste and that scares me. I have never hated a child and I still don’t but that child I do not like at all, I am saving to move out because I want nothing to do with some of my siblings, I am just scared that if I move out my youngest brother will go feral, I have been spending a lot of time with him and he has been picking up on My other brothers tactics and I have been correcting him, I honestly think if I leave then my youngest brother will go feral and I love him too much to see that happen, he is good for a 5 year old and with correction and a good role model then he will grow up to be a lovely young man. I hate the dynamic honestly

I have a 2 year old girl. Shes has great communication skills and can understand most things said to her.
Shes a good girl most of the time, but as all 2 year old, she is definantly entering her 'terrible twos'. My goal is to teach her how to cope with her emotions in a healthy way. This is hard for my partner and i as we were never taught, so we are teaching ourselves as well (to clarify, we dont lose our tempers with her, although we express mad and frustration at behaviours shes done). We get her to talk about her emotions and to talk about causes for her feeling and how we can help feel better. But it does seem she is just under the developmental stage of recognising why she is feeling bad properly. We do time-outs when she is especially naughty, like deliberate hitting, then after we sit together and discuss how it made me (mum) feel, how it made her feel, what she was feeling when she did it and why, and then make up to feel happy again, and move on. The thing is, she is now okay with time-outs, doesnt seem phased by them like she use to, is happy to sit there, and gets abit giddy when its over. It feels like things dont sink in for her, and im not sure what else to do?!
We try to do more positive reinforcement rather than negative or positive punishment (psychology terms). Im in the process of trying no attention, as i know she does naughty stuff like spitting on the floor after teeth brushing, instead of the sink and saying "look mummy, i spit on the floor" for attention, but this can take time to see effect, so its been frustrating. And for some things it feels you cant ignore, like throwing dinner on the floor to rouse a reaction.
I also think im messing up on the coping skills for emotions, as when she is in meltdown, she resfuses anything suggested, i try distracting which can work sometimes, but i dont want to promote ignoring the feelings.
Please any advice would be great as i honestly have no clue how to raise an emotionally intellegent child. Im doing my best but it doesnt feel like enough.

I work at a City firm that is relatively relaxed (in my division anyway), work late when required but my average finish time is 6.30, most choose it for the trade off of lesser pay obviously while being a decent name. Firm brands itself as ‘family friendly’, a number of female partners, blah blah.
On closer inspection, all but one of the female partners in my division (generally a female associate heavy area) do not have children. A (very) pregnant colleague has been told essentially to get a grip after saying she was overworked doing 1am finishes, I’ve seen two others almost get ‘punished’ by being put on incredibly stressful client secondments in their second/third trimesters almost to suggest they can’t suddenly slack off. Not to mention the working mums who end up working the extra hours for a 4 day week lol or log on from 7pm to midnight.
Is every law firm just paying lip service at this point? I know it’s a client driven model and maybe that’s the bottom line here but yet it’s these same places who query why female associates leave the law or win awards for ‘flexible working’.

I (27f) was brought up in a house with my brother (24m), my mum (47f) and dad (45m). When I was younger my parents decided to have 2 more children, 2 girls - now 12 and 10. I now also have my own children, 7f, 4m, and 2f, and am in a beautiful happy marriage.
A little back story, I was pretty much a scapegoat my whole life, my brother the golden child, let's just say none of us are on speaking terms with him anymore due to him always getting what he wanted when he was younger. As he grew and after the 2 younger of us were born, he started hearing more "no's", he didnt like that and after a lot of threats, holes in walls, drugs etc, I decided to cut all contact with him. He then decided to cut contact with our parents 🤷🏽‍♀️
Anyway, we recently found out that our 7yo has adhd, and our 4yo has adhd and asd. I also found symptoms in myself that made me question my brain, and got diagnosed with asd, adhd and cptsd (i dont remember my childhood from 5yo-13yo, but remember all the crap traumatic parts). Whilst we were getting our array of diagnoses my parents decided to go through their own processes with my sisters, still in the process, no diagnoses have been made. This is where it starts, the 12yo, I'll call her Stacy, she is me, I was her, she is the scapegoat, she gets the blame for everything, nothing she does is right, she doesn't get help, doesn't get hugs and kisses or love. I see the ptsd symptoms coming out in her and it hurts my heart, I want to take her, adopt her and run away with her. I give her the love she needs because i can see she doesnt get it from our parents, not gonna lie, she has her faults, we all do, we're only human, but compared to our sister and brother, she's amazing.
The 10yo, I'll call her Anna, she is horrible, she makes mean comments, she manipulates to get her own way, she falsely accuses people - and not of small things, she craves attention and loves to be in the centre, she hates when my 7yo has any sort of attention and will try her best to steal it, especially from our mum, it's like she knows how to hurt your feelings and will do it if you don't do what she wants, she's showed my 7yo inappropriate videos, one day I was looking after her because she was "sick" I was in the bathroom, heard my 4yo (who was also sick with whooping cough at the time), crying begging her to stop she didn't realise I had opened the door and caught her hitting him on the head with a pillow, I told her to stop and she did. Anyway she is always looking for approval especially from female adults, she is just mean, she doesnt do anything wrong, she gets coddled while Stacy gets the blame for everything, and gets punished for everything even if she didnt do anything. My parents do nothing, they don't explain to her what she's done is wrong or why it's wrong, they sit on their phones all day, everyday and just say "oh she just has autism", but it's not an excuse... we're really not dumb, you can teach us that it's not okay to do things. I know this is how they handle it because we live on the same property, in separate dwellings, and it's the same everyday pretty much, I try my best to keep separated from them, especially Anna because she is having a negative mental effect on our 7yo, but they come over uninvited and say "mum and dad are being boring, they're just on their phones like always". Everytime I go over they've either locked themselves in the room or are sitting on the couch looking at Facebook, and expect the kids to just watch TV all day, not doing anything. I just see the same cycle happening again, Anna turning out like our druggo brother, and Stacy ending up with CPTSD and wanting to run away.
Anna falsely accused myself of scratching her with a stick today, when I was nowhere near her, she put on a whole act, crying and everything. This isn't the first time this has happened, the first time was falsely accusing my husband of something similar, when I was with them and told the truth whilst my mum was on her side and was never there. Tonight, I got deathstared by my mum, usually its the silent treatment, but also got told "Anna feels like you treat Your son like he has autism but you don't treat her like she has autism", she hasn't been diagnosed either so we don't know if it really is autism, and I treat my son with respect because he treats me with respect, I treat him the way he treats me, with love and kindness (i told mum this in different words). There is no love, kindness or respect in Anna, and if there is you can't see it, it's like she demands respect but won't give it, to anyone at all. If she doesnt get her way, then all hell breaks loose.
So anyway I told my mum "i have autism too mum. you can't use autism as an excuse for the rest of her life. Females, especially where we live, will not tolerate these accusations and comments and she will get knocked out, instead of saying 'she has autistim' teach her what shes doing is wrong" all she said to that was "well, if that happens, that's a life lesson she has to learn" but I don't think it should get to that point? Just teach her while you can before you regret it?
Now i know no one is the same, i know no autistic brain is the same, i know we say inapproriate things and we dont know the meanings sometimes etc. But i dont think using it as an excuse is okay? Its as if they've got the idea of autism in their head and now they dont have to discipline or teach her whats right from wrong? Anyway, I'm always the bad guy according to my parents, or am I? You tell me, I dunno. I'm used to always getting the blame so I sometimes I wonder if I actually am the AH? 🤔
I love my siblings, all 3 of them. Regardless of what has happened between my brother and I, or my sisters and I, I will always love them. I miss my brother, when we wasn't intoxicated he was the best person ever, intoxication is his life now and he's not the person I used to know. I love my sisters dearly and I would do anything to save both from this cycle.

So I just saw a tiktok comments section that very valiantly defended Effy’s behaviour on the camping trip even though….
[look away now if you don’t want spoilers!!!!!]
Effy literally instigated the situation that led to her beating Katie and leaving her in the woods.
Firstly, Effy wasn’t supposed to come on the trip initially because Katie didn’t want her there. Maybe that sounds nasty to most people but I get Katie’s hesitation… All throughout the season Effy has been at the centre of most of the drama the group goes through.
Effy treats all her “friends” awfully. From the beginning of Effy and Pandora’s friendship we can see that Effy has treated her like shit. Effy puts Pandora down when they’re alone and when they’re around others. Effy ignores Pandora’s boundaries constantly because Pandora isn’t “cool” enough to be worthy of respect. Effy pitted Cook and Freddy (and Jay Jay too but she never actually considered him) against each other on day 1 of their meeting. Yes, Effy is not solely to blame for Cook and Freddy’s decision to become weird sexual rivals but her challenge was the breaking point in their friendship. I also see that Effy pits Emily and Katie against each other throughout the series. It’s an interesting mix of treating Katie like she was vapid/worthless (despite Effy herself being actually really similar to Katie, she cares about the way she is percieved yet judges Katie for the same thing) and treating Emily decently. So I will admit that it’s actually very redeeming for Effy to accept Emily’s sexuality and feelings for Naomi without judgment. That being said, I noticed through season 3 Effy often uses her dynamic with Emily to subtly goad and provoke Katie. Effy didn’t really care about who Naomi was only that her presence would piss off Katie and make Emily giddy. It’s actually very intelligent how Effy manipulates everyone around her to appear the exact opposite way they are by others. Another example is how Effy doesn’t even listen when Pandora is trying to process Thomas’ abrupt departure from their lives. Overall Effy is a piss poor friend.
Moving onto my second point, the substance use! EFFY was the person who found the mushrooms and encouraged everyone to take them. Katie begged everyone not to take them “it was meant to just be some sausages and beers.” I really understand Katies point here - all their friends seem to end up in bad ways when the whole lot of them take drugs, its actually quite a concerning and probably scary dynamic. Theres nothing wrong with having a quiet evening and the whole group had seemingly been content enough to go out into the woods without their normal cocktail of drugs, have a bonfire, some beers and hang out before Effy finds some mushrooms. This isn’t even the first time Effy imposes drugs on others when it was explicitly stated that her friends did not want to partake for the single event. For example, Pandora’s birthday party.
Pandora was heart broken that Effy spikes the brownies with MDMA, that she lied to her mum, that she turned the whole party into something that benefitted her. Now some of you might try to say “oh well thats just Effy’s way of coping” yes but that doesn’t erase how cruel and unkind it is towards Pandora. Then Effy gets angry at Pandora for sleeping with Cook - Cook who Effy is unattached to in a “hes not my boyfriend” way, Effy who sleeps with anyone she wants but wouldn’t even consider that maybe she shouldn’t. Effy would never even consider that maybe Pandora has a crush on a boy before she decides to sleep with him so why should Pandora care? I understand it’s not the same situation like Pandora did know that Effy was involved with Cook, HOWEVER, the way I saw it Pandora was always bending over backwards to accomodate Effy. Cook was ALSO an active participant in sleeping with Pandora, yet why doesn’t Effy acknowledge his role in the situation- all she ever does is ignore him and punish Pandora? Pandora was at breaking point and Effy had just spiked her straightlaced mum with MDMA, contributed to turning the party into a rager and ignored Pandora when she wanted advice about Thomas
Back to my second point, Effy found the mushrooms and took them which further provoked Katie. People keep saying “Effy was high she didn’t know what was happening” completely ignoring that it was Effy’s choice and in real life regardless of if she was high - she was still accountable for her actions. Yes Katie should not have tried to provoke Effy to have a bad trip but considering the fact that Effy had ruined the camping trip and by this I mean the drugs but also ghosting Cook so that he followed them and he would scare them all. Yes again not Effy’s fault for Cooks behaviour BUT again, if she was just honest with him and told him she didn’t want to see him instead of trying to avoid the consequences of her actions then maybe he would have stayed away.
Thirdly, the unreliable narrator and the events prior to hitting Katie. So I just pointed out that Cook scared the shit out of everyone - this is actually quite important to consider in what goes down next. The rock scene is framed intentionally as unreliable. It seems as if Katie is goading Effy and attacking her from our perspective but it’s not actually confirmed as true (I believe it probably is because we all know Katie would do that out of spite) and as we know Effy is mentally unstable at this time. Its obvious in her behaviours towards the group that I mentioned before. Effy is almost paranoid in the way she pits other people against one another; it’s probable that Effy believes herself as better or estranged from other people because she is experiencing an altered reality that is disconnected from everyone elses. Effy was already frightened by Cook and this could have had the effect of causing her to hallucinate Katie attacking her. Maybe Katie did attack her as a way to “ruin” Effy’s fun and punish her but it could also be true that Katie was approaching Effy and her hostility towards Effy resulted in Effy believing she was being attacked.
Finally, the aftermath. Effy was judged so harshly for this particular incident because of what happens after the fight. Effy returns to the camp and sleeps with Freddy. Yes I know she was high and not thinking straight but it was also something Effy wanted far before the camping trip. Effy had made it clear she liked Freddy from day 1, yet she rejected him because she was scared of how he made her feel. Katie then started a relationship with Freddy when Effy didn’t want him - she had chosen Cook. The fact that Effy finally acted on her feelings for Freddy only after she has been tripping for hours and potentially hurt his girlfriend severely was the reason the group were disgusted and horrified by what happened. Effy didn’t intentionally try to kill Katie and then sleep with Freddy, but she still harmed her and slept with him. Effy sealed her own coffin when she didn’t fess up as soon as they lost Katie. The fact that she kept silent the whole morning they were trying to find Katie and then anonymously called to report what happened was why the group found her so despicable.
Here’s my interpretation of the Camping Incident: Once the group found Katie they realised that maybe she had a point asking them not to eat hallucinogenic mushrooms in the woods. I think the whole group felt guilty they had ignored her requests and then when she was missing they decided she had left/been able to make her way home without them. In reality they did abandon her there and the shame made them think about what they would do differently. Then Katie woke up and tells them what happened. Suddenly all the shitty things Effy does to everyone on their own or in subtle almost undetectable ways have a platform for examining. I think what happened to Katie made the group see how badly Effy treated everyone around them and in her pain they could see their own. Effy (and Cook) are catalysts for chaos, always taking things too far and being unable to face their mistakes. When the group get together around Katie’s bedside they were shown the result of Effy’s actions and while they didn’t want Effy to go to jail/juvie (I assume since there isn’t a legal battle or any police charges mentioned in later seasons) they are finally ready to cut her out of their lives.
TDLR: The chaos of the camping trip was the impact of the season long toxic behaviour from Effy towards her friends, the result of her use of drugs to cope/numb herself and the consequence of her selfish behaviour. Katie tried to set a boundary that the trip would not have drugs and get out of control, Effy ignored that boundary and encouraged everyone else to do so too. Effy is still responsible for her actions even if she was on drugs, legally thats just how it works. Katie potentially wasn’t even attacking Effy - the scene is meant to be unreliable, even if she was she had been pushed and pushed by Effy so much on that trip that it’s not hard to understand her logic. Katie should not have provoked Effy, but she didn’t deserve to be left in the woods, have her boyfriend be unfaithful to her and almost die because of it.
Essentially, both Effy and Katie fucked around and found out.
The reason I’m making this post if because I like the complexity of the characters on skins I’ve been watching and rewatching this show since I was a teenager. But the way people reduce the camping situation bothers me because se they are ruining the depth of the show to paint Effy as something of a victim. People need to stop ignoring everything Effy did to create the situation that occurred. Yes Katie is a mean bitch but Effy was also a mean bitch y’all just ignore it because shes ~pretty~ and ~cool~ In Gen 2 Effy is the equivalent of Sid in my eyes.
I also an sick of the Katie hate - I get it I used to hate her too but I grew up to understand that her family dynamic was just as fucked up as Effy’s. Katie denied Emilys sexuality only because her own identity was so significantly tied up with Emily. Katie was clearly the “pride” of their family which was pushed on her by their mother - I think her desire to keep Emily in the closet and to be a desirable popular girl is based on the pressure her mother puts on her. Does that mean I agree with Katie’s behaviour? Absolutely not. But at the same time I can recognise that she is human!
Effy is human too. I think it’s an injustice to her character that people don’t acknowledge the fucked up things Effy does and they try to white knight her into being the “victim”. Effy isn’t just a victim, like Katie she is also a human with many facets to who she is. Effy is mysterious and seductive because it allows her to be popular yet for people to never see her vulnerability. Effy instigates conflict in her friendship group because her family has been dysfunctional for so long so it’s normal for her and takes away the potential for other people to see her shitty behaviour. Effy is also a teenager who has had no guidance (honestly her appearance in the first season was genuinely sickening for me to watch as an adult she was so neglected). Effy was a girl who tried to blot out all her emotions with drugs until it finally broke her. Effy self destructs as a form of control, she is very clearly not mentally well. Unfortunately despite the ways she is human she did something that was unforgivable- at least not immediately.
Anyway, thoughts?

My mum was always a very emotionally unavailable person who would sometimes beat or threaten me if I ever cried without ever asking why I feel this way. She also abandonened me several times out of carelessness and punishment because she knew it scared me. She never gave an answer to why she did any of this and instead said "I am your mother" as a way to end conversations that were against her. She even denied taking me to the psychiatrist when I wasnt feeling well until it annoyed her and she did it to shut me up. We went to the psych because she blamed me for being responsible for the death of a family member (they died of natural causes) because she felt upset. Compared me to other kids (older than me) and made me feel very self concious about it. Every time I try to approach her with any of this she tells me to go away and that it gives her a headache. She always justifies her punishment by claiming that it was for my own good.

I am NOT OOP, OOP is u/Little_Feet1999
Originally posted to AITAH
Editor’s Note: added paragraph breaks for readability
AITA because I told my neighbour’s kid to “Fuck Off!”
Trigger Warnings: body injury, entitlement, verbal abuse toward a child
Original Post: March 26, 2024
I live on the top floor of a house. It’s a one bedroom and my boyfriend and I chop and change at where we decide to stay for some weekends. He has a 7 year old daughter but she doesn’t stay at mine because of the size…and the solid fact that we are not related, unless it’s an emergency and she has nowhere else to go. She’s visited. We’ve been together four years.
Downstairs is an unassuming family. A father, police officer, a mother, profession unknown, and a toddler. They are fairly quiet and utilise the space at the back for the child to run and play while I typically use and maintain the front yard. I’m not a child person and had refused their asks to babysit but do say hello to the adults when I see them. I wave to the child too.
The toddler is inquisitive. He tries to my open packages despite my saying how deeply inappropriate I find it (just bring it in, put it by the stairs and tell the kid to leave it alone) and most recently he has left some tacky toys on the stairs and there hasn’t been clean up. I’ve asked the parents to make their child tidy up because if I fall my insurance won’t be the ones paying. I have a joint condition and injure easily so don’t need the extra worry of some idiotic toy cars everywhere.
The child also has been constantly asking to go into my apartment to his mother, which she says “oH mY sWeEt BaBy, wE cAn AsK”. I’ve said no. I don’t like children. I don’t want one in my space. Running their sticky hands over my things. I don’t believe I owe them an explanation as to why I don’t want their child stinking my place up. I don’t believe I’m a teaching moment for their kid to learn boundaries and how he isn’t entitled to go wherever he wants to.
I shouted at him. Not only did he try to open yet another package (this one was a care package from my sisters as I live abroad) and screeched and cried “MiNe! MiNe!” to which I turned and said “No it isn’t yours. It is mine. Go away and find your parents.” before trying to ignore this pathetic tantrum and went inside. Only to be followed. EDIT with him trying to hit and bite. I turned around and said “Fuck off you annoying little brat. Cry to someone who gives a fuck!”. I then tripped on one of his stupid little toy cars and dislocated my knee. The toy was destroyed as it became dented and scratched because I stepped on it.
Of course the parents were horrified but I have, thus far, refused to engage. I have also had my packages rerouted to my boyfriend’s but he lives on LI and I live in Queens so it’s inconvenient. They called the landlord who reminded them that the opening of mail not addressed to them is a felony…
I’m sick and tired of parents who think their bratty children are entitled to go wherever they want, do whatever they want and touch whatever they want with their pinworm infested hands.
Just want to know though for my own sanity…AITA?
EDIT - I wish I hadn’t shouted at this child but my limit of asking the stairs to be clear, my packages to be left alone and my right to space respected were constantly violated. I don't want to be bitten and hit by a toddler because he can’t get his own way.
I also said I wasn’t a kid person not that I hated them. Not particularly enjoying the company of toddlers doesn't mean my boyfriend picked an absolute monster. A 7 year old isn’t a toddler. She has some respect for my space and isn’t a brat.
EDIT - I may have asked for judgement on the situation but I didn’t ask for judgement on my relationship. Jiggle your titties and flap those concerned vaginal lips elsewhere…the only person able to pass judgement on that is my boyfriend. Womp, womp ladies.
AITAH has no consensus bot, OOP was NTA, but YTA on her language toward the kid
Additional Information from OOP’s boyfriend on her relationship with his child

Boyfriend: “I am very aware of the situation thank you. I have been caring for my girlfriend since her damn knee dislocated (or are you expecting physical perfection from her as well as emotional?)! So how could I not be aware of how she acted?!
I am also aware that this child attempted to bite and hit my girlfriend. As a parent myself I have often warned my daughter that if she slaps me or my girlfriend she has to accept we are bigger than her and may hurt her if we act instinctively as humans do when confronted with an attack or pain. No adult is perfect. I have screamed at my daughter on more than one occasion during misbehaviour. I also accept my girlfriend is not perfect. She doesn’t have to love kids, that’s fine. She is however great with my daughter. She has never really been childish with her and spoke to her more like an adult, an equal, which I actually admire. Maybe know she keeps drawings from my daughter. My daughter loves drawing the flowers in the front yard my girlfriend mentioned she maintains. She doesn’t have to keep them.
Keep your nose out and my daughter and I’s name out of your mouth. How she acted with the child downstairs, however regrettable, is not how she acts with my child. As a parent even I would shout at a child acting aggressively. We are not required to like or love children that have no connection to us. From my standpoint this kid needs a spanking and a good shouting at. So do the parents quite honestly.”

Comments
OOP on being accused for escalating toward the child

OOP: You weren’t there. Please don't twist things when you were not present. I escalated nothing. I took my parcel back and went inside. He followed and hit and made attempts to bite, I turned and shouted and then dislocated my knee on his toy. The escalator was the child. No one else. I wish I hadn’t shouted but I was pushed to my limit.

OOP on if she knows why the child was left unsupervised

OOP: I don’t know why the child was outside unsupervised. I don’t really care and it’s not my problem. While I admit shouting was wrong children also need to learn the consequences of horrible behaviour like hitting and attempting to bite. They may get hit back or shouted at. The parents were asked multiple times to tell their child to leave my things alone and to keep the stairs clear. I lost it because their child was aggressive and this situation was weeks in the making.

 
Update: May 6, 2024
Update
So I posted my experience with my downstairs neighbours and their child. Go and see that post for the full picture.
https://www.reddit.com/AITAH/comments/1bokg6o/aita_because_i_told_my_neighbours_kid_to_fck_off/
I have since returned home from being cared for by my boyfriend and the issue has somewhat, though not quite, resolved. When I got back the first thing I saw was the child (4m) playing on the steps up to my apartment with his toys. Furiously my boyfriend knocks on the door and tells the mother to stop this nonsense and if we see any toys on the steps again they will be thrown out. The child is removed, kicking and screaming. When we got back we brought with us a lockbox for my parcels.
We had a conversation with our landlord who issued the family with a warning, as points of egress need to be kept clear and that allowing the child to fully open my packages is indeed illegal (though hardly able to be punished). Accidents do happen, I am aware, but they don’t happen more than three times. I also passed on my insurance bill to them because I refuse to pay for being in an accident that was wholly preventable by them.
I’m also in PT for my knee and back and am not paying for that either. The door leading to the stairs of my upstairs apartment has been fixed so the child cannot play there. This has upset the mother in particular who fully said “I want to teach my child that everyone loves and accepts him.”
“I don’t love your child.” I replied (something to this effect), “He doesn’t mean anything to me beyond the fact he is the child of my neighbours. You don’t love me, do you? You didn’t even listen when I expressed concern about toys on the steps or your child constantly throwing tantrums when I take my packages from him.”
I honestly couldn’t believe the entitlement. The father was not happy with our responses to each other but didn’t speak up. We left it at that and later, like a few days, I am sitting outside with my boyfriend and his child (7f) as they played with a frisbee. The downstairs child comes over trying to play, bf’s child says no (fair, she just wanted to play with her dad alone) and he is told to go back inside (because we are not responsible for some random four year old). The kid pitches a fit so my boyfriend goes to knock on the door to ask the mother to come get him, she insists we play with him. We insist we are not obligated to do so. The child has already hit my bf’s kid and she angrily shoved him over, gave him a slap back, and screamed to go away and he ruined their game.
Immediately my bf goes over to his child and tells the other one to go to his mum. We point blank refused to entertain this child and told them to leave us alone. If bf’s child was OK playing with the downstairs child neither of us would’ve intervened. She didn’t though. She also shouldn’t be forced to play with an aggressive and, quite frankly, vile little boy. I’m glad she slapped him actually. Since then the child has left us alone.
Now I was wondering before this if I was the AH but quite honestly I know for a fact no one would blame my bf’s child for lack of emotional control so why blame a childfree adult who has reached a limit? The situation as explained in my original post was weeks in the making. I’ve also read a few other posts about parents screaming at their children and it’s all “yOu’Re A bEaUtiFuL MaMa BeAr! DoN’t BeAt YoUrSeLf Up! wE pArEnTs ArE nOt PeRfEcT!” So then…why is a childfree adult suddenly a monster for not offering some random brat endless patience? Your bitchy baby isn’t entitled to anything from others, let alone free care, endless patience (when even you can’t offer that), attention and love. That’s on you.
Thank you to those who actually could read between the lines and didn’t think I was a psycho for not enjoying childish behaviour or losing it with him. I’m going to watch my bf’s child draw some flowers in the front yard now.
Comments
Sea_Firefighter_4598: NTA. Teaching your child that everyone loves them might have some very unpleasant results. The kid might go with the nice man for the candy and to see his puppy. Mama is a piece of work.
I'm not sure about being able to get your bill paid though.
Old-Run-9523: It's wild to me that they're letting a four-year-old be outside their flat unsupervised to the point that you have to knock on their door to alert them of his behavior.
Secret_Double_9239: I hope you get your medical bill covered. They need to realise that you owe them nothing and that there failure to act appropriately in the first place has resulted in the ruin of all potential for a friendly neighbour relationship.
 

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hey!
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I'm an introvert so I'm stuck at home and keep to myself. I guess that's why I'm sort of craving human interaction/touch. if it matters, I'm 160 cm, chinese and heavy/chubby but well endowed I guess HAHAHAHAH. bless my mum. xD look wise, most probably average and small facial features. (my profile has nsfw posts.)
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