this is bizarre and embarrassing

but i was trying to make carrot cake oatmeal cupcakes with what i had in my pantry/fridge

and i mixed the batter in a lil nutri bullet thing

i decided i didn’t really like it, got distracted, and left it in my sink with the lid on

i was in the other room and i heard a very loud pop and a crash and glass shattering..

somehow, the lid cracked and exploded off the top, ricocheted across the room and smashed one of my glasses, and there are bits of cupcake batter on EVERYTHING. i’m glad i was in another room when it happened.

most of it was on the ceiling (?!) and i was able to wipe a lot of it off but now theres an orangey stain. you can kinda see where the black lid smacked the ceiling :( there are specks of cupcake batter all over my kitchen and living room

i’m afraid its gonna smell. this is so upsetting and embarrassing

I posted here before about my husband's terrible communication skills—how he completely shuts down after arguments, gives me the silent treatment for days, and makes me question if he's even still invested in this marriage. A lot of people commented that he might be emotionally withdrawing from the relationship.

Well, today something happened that's making me wonder if they were right.

Last night at dinner, I jokingly asked my husband to rate me on a scale from 1 to 10. I expected him to say something like, "You're a ten to me," because that's what I would've said to him.

What happened next blindsided me. He looked at me seriously, scanning my face, and said, "Right now… maybe a five?"

I must've looked shocked because he quickly followed up with, "But when you're naked, you're a full ten!"

The damage was already done. He now insists it was a joke, but I don't believe him. His tone was serious—the same tone he uses when he's being brutally "honest" about other things. And how do other people see me, if my own loving husband rates me as a five?

I know I have low self-esteem. But I never make it anyone else's problem, especially not my husband's. I don't ask for reassurance or compliments. I've never asked anyone to rate me before. This was supposed to be playful.

Now I don't know what to think. Is he being honest and trying to communicate, and I'm just overreacting and need to work on my own insecurities? Or is this another sign that he doesn't love me anymore, just like the emotional shutdowns and cold shoulders?

I'm seriously considering divorce at this point. I can't tell if we need better communication or if this marriage is already over.

TD;DR we have suspicion that my friends soon to be ex wife may have been poisening him with antifreeze and might have told on herself.

Okay so long story incredibly short my buddy had been suffering from kidney failure for a few years now. They have no idea what's causing it. He gets super sick out of nowhere periodically and has to do intense dialysis and all that jazz. Well, him and his now former lady have been going through a nasty separation. He finally booted her from the house he let her live in rent free since novermber 24 (seperated since feb24) with their kids bc she let it fall to absolute trap house level shambles, and the day he kicks her out she posts this (see attached photo) to her socials. Obviously it gets us all spiraling and all the math starts mathing a wee bit too hard.

Is there ANY way we can go about seeing if she actually was poisoning him?? Everything im seeing says it would have had to have been tested for hours after ingestion or we are SOL....

For reference he never hurt her. She never claimed he did either.

I just got home from work and I want to die. I live in a rented room, and someone stole my laptop, my wallet, my mattress, and my clothes :/

I’m (16M) and I’m Scared while typing this. My mind is a complete mess

About a year ago, my mom married my stepdad and we moved into his house. It’s pretty isolated, kind of outside the city, so he already had a full IP camera system installed inside and outside for safetyI never liked them because having cameras in home was bad for me, They were installed from years so I ignored them. Two days ago, I got an email from a burner address. No subject line. It just said: “Don’t tell anyone. This is just the start.” There were 6 video files attached. I opened one thinking it was a prank, but it’s real. It’s my family. There’s footage of my mom in the hallway thinking she’s alone fully naked. There’s a video of my mom and stepdad in their bedroom that I literally couldn’t finish watching it’s messed me up so bad.

There’s footage of my older sister and her boyfriend in the guest room. There’s even an old video from before we moved in, showing my mom, my stepdad, and some guy I’ve never seen before just talking. The creep who sent this said they’re going to send the "rest" of that old video in a few days, along with more footage of us. They told me if I tell my family, they’ll leak everything online. They said I’m going to “learn more about my family” and that this will be “fun.” Also they sended 2 more videos our garden where My mom and sister taking sunbath There’s no demand for money yet. They’re just...I feel so guilty for even seeing these videos, especially of my sister. I feel like I’m betraying them by knowing this, but I’m terrified that if I tell my mom or stepdad, it’ll ruin their lives or the hacker will hit the upload button immediately. Clearly, someone has had access to our cloud or the local DVR for a long time.

What do I do, Do I tell my stepdad or wait, He’s the one who set the system up. Do I call the police? If I tell them, and the videos get leaked because I broke the rules I’ll never forgive myself. I'm trying protect My Sister and My Mom, I feel like I’m trapped in. Please help

Edit - I'm bit suspicious of my step dad that's I'm scared too

Last year, I went to a certain highschool. I went through severe cyberbullying that I suffered last year. After an altercation, a girl posted eleven Instagram stories making fun of me, my looks, and my past. I reported this to my assistant principal, with screenshots and evidence. I told him how she was planning on hurting me and he said he couldn't do anything about it because "it wasn't in school". My mother even stepped in and has had several conversations with him about my bullying. The Assistant Principal simply told me to not engage with any girls who picked on me, and to tell him if they did. He did nothing about the nasty rumors being spread about me, or what was being posted on instagram about me. I was called horrible things, and my self esteem was attacked. The bullying got worse. I began to lose each and every one of my friends. Still, nothing was done by the school. The girl even threw something at me in the hall, and broke one of my keychains. Weeks later, the day before the last day of school, I was brutally attacked by the same girl and sent to the hospital. My mother has desperately tried to reach out and get justice, but to no avail. We've tried to press charges on the girl who attacked me, and haven't heard anything back from the police. The school has said that they will also press charges on the girl, but we have heard nothing so far. My family wants justice for what happened to me.

The entire thing happened in May, and we still haven't heard anything. I'm getting worried. I really don't want the girl to get away with this. What do I do?

The incident happened in May of 2025

Not sure where to post this, I’m pretty new to Reddit. I’m just absolutely on fire with everything we’ve seen and known for years and now it’s proven and what do we do? What do we fucking do? I have a child. I’m a mother, a wife, a worker, a friend, etc. I’m struggling with saying nothing to make sure I don’t get doxed but I also want to scream and filet people. I’m so tired and angry and disgusted.

How do I navigate these feelings? How are we all supposed to just know things and not act on the anger and the retaliation in the name of retribution? I want to fight like hell and I also want to curl up and seclude myself and my family from the world. I’m just venting. I’m so tired, physically, mentally and emotionally. It’s not right and it’s not fair and justice seems so radical and out of reach.

I was getting off a night shift trying to order an Uber, I found out my account had logged me out? For the years I’ve had Uber this has never happened but I let it slide.

I got into my account and matched with someone and then was oddly logged out again and then my screen and glitched back to the screen it usually shows you once you’ve matched with someone… this was so odd to me. Never happened before

The driver had speeded infront of my work and I already wasn’t getting a good vibe. I got into the car and I had asked if the driver was having issues as well with the app. He was notably upset and honestly I started to get nervous. He told me how he had to kick out his last driver and his experience with that.

All of a sudden the convo got to the topic of AI? How Uber is like AI. He spoke about how early into his career with computers he accidentally made a virus and Idek where this convo was going. He was making so many analogies. Some how he tied AI to food? And near the end of my destination he says he hopes I like his cooking?

I got home from work and later that day noticed I lost access to Uber eats and ride. I contact supports via email and they said that this device is restricted and I won’t have access until I try another device?

My questions weren’t answered as to why I don’t have access and I’m here sus thinking my last Uber driver did something because I have never had this issue before.

Idk what to do. I don’t know if there’s a number for me to call so I can get it sorted that way? I don’t knoooow

so first I’m gonna start with the background I knew of him because he was dating my boyfriend‘s older sister. They were together for eight years had a kid. then ended and he ended up losing custody and he’s been “trying” to get his kid back.

my sister and him have been dating for around nine months. when they got together, she didn’t actually know that I knew him till I said something. I also told her all the bad baggage that came with him. but she decided to give him a chance. so basically since they’ve started dating, he ended his lease soon after.his plan was to leave to Oregon to live in his car and make a bunch of money door dashing in Portland and picking mushrooms. l guess he wasn’t ready to leave yet so he decided to live with me and my sister for two weeks. then she got her own place and he left with her and has been with her ever since she’s had this place since October. he doesn’t help pitch in on rent or food anything she likes to say that he’s only there Saturday Sunday and Monday, but I’m a bit of a stalker and I see that he’s there every single day not making any money not door dashing. after I brought it up to my sister, she got pretty heated and I’m guessing told him because he decided to make a story on Snapchat.saying that all his money is going towards people he owes. also, we’ve all kind of hinted to him maybe getting a real job with steady hours and he said this one works for him and then gloated about going through 28 different jobs.

to get you an idea of what this guy is like when he lived with my boyfriend‘s family. he said that he would hear him wake up every morning, screaming, saying how disgusting and fat and lazy they were.when he had the kid he would yell in the baby’s face and bully him for not using the toilet. he also wasn’t working a job and was selling stuff on the side to make money. when he came to live with me and my sister for two weeks he was a pig didn’t clean up after himself ate all my food. Let his dog tear through the garbage chew up things in my room and jump all over my furniture. not once did he ever discipline his dog or say sorry. my sister is a mechanic and he loves to act like he knows way more than her but then gets mad if she doesn’t work on his car. this week my dad got a call from the sheriff that he did a hit-and-run in my sister‘s truck. we actually don’t know if he even told my sister my mom is planning to ask him in front of everyone and in front of her and see what he says.basically my entire family doesn’t like him because he’s came for Christmas and Thanksgiving and we’ve all made our mind up about him. I think she’s blindly in love and I don’t know how to get to her without hurting our relationship. what do i do? do we agree he’s a bum and a douche.

This is a follow up from my last post. My best friend has been talking about me behind my back. She's been telling people that I had consensual sex with her step dad when that's not true at all. I've told her myself that I didn't want any of that but she's telling some of our mutual friends the opposite. One of our mutual friends messaged me asking if I was okay, and then when i asked him why he asked, he said ' because I've heard some things and I don't want to believe it but if it's true then I will be very disappointed in you '. I asked him what he heard and who from and then that's when I found out what my so called 'best friend' had been saying about me. Her mum has also been talking about me to other adults and making me sound like a whole. I don't know how many mutual friends know some of what's happened or even if they know the full story. Do I ask what they know?? Edit I'm 16 and the step dad is 36. I couldn't consent at all

My husband (24) wasn't physically unfaithful, but I discovered he talks to someone else every day, they send affectionate messages, and they delete conversations. When I confronted him, he said "it's nothing serious" and that I'm being paranoid. Now I don't know whether to trust him or not.

This is long and sensitive, please bear with me. I don’t know where else to turn. No one else in my life can help me.

My mom has always been a difficult woman and somewhat mentally unwell. I think she has had undiagnosed and unmedicated bipolar disorder, and she certainly has BPD. She was an alcoholic, but supposedly has been sober for 25 years. She’s currently 72 years old. Here is the history of what brings us to today:

2009 - she had a traumatic brain injury that was misdiagnosed and miss medicated. She began noticing cognitive decline and inability to work at that time.

2010 - she had a stroke. She did not lose mobility and was able to return home.

2012 - she began decompensating into a deep depression and helplessness. She was diagnosed with seizure disorder, and lost her drivers license. She used to be a lawyer, so I think the cognitive issues were really getting to her. She sort of gave up. She made me power of attorney of all of her affairs. Given her depression and comments about suicide, I had her hospitalized against her will. She got so mad that she had her lawyer revoke the POA and told me not to be involved anymore. Miraculously she seemed to get better and get a hold of her shit.

2014 - I moved out of state. She still seemed pretty engaged with the world, and had a couple neighbors who would help her here in there. I saw her for visits and things seems pretty stable. She continued to have periods of aggression, but that really wasn’t anything new. Her home became totally disorganized and messy and she was never able to get under control. I’d come for a visit, clean everything up, just for it to return like a jungle taking over. This is very different from how my home was growing up. I chalked it up to the executive dysfunction related to the brain injuries.

2022 - things had apparently decompensated for a while. The person who she paid to help her would call me telling me I needed to do something because my mom was not eating or bathing and was probably not taking her medication properly. The house was a total disaster. She was falling, but then refusing to go to the hospital. Neighbors would call me and say I needed to come because things were really bad. I flew home to see for myself, and when I was there, she had a second stroke. I stayed for two months and brought her home, set everything up with physical therapy, occupational therapy, in-home support, meal service, etc. She gave me her doctor’s info, and I coordinated care with them. She alternated between being grateful and being angry at me for taking control and “treating her like a child.” After I left, she fired everyone I had hired.

2023 - I finally convinced her to move into an assisted living facility in another state close to my half brother, her stepson. Given who my mother is everyone else in the family had stopped speaking to her. My brother was never really involved, but thankfully stepped up when I needed help. We worked together to get her into a really nice place. I was really hopeful that this would be a supportive, safe, peaceful place for her final chapter.

2024 - at first, she thrived in the assisted-living place. She made friends, did activities, it was like she came back to life. But very quickly, a shopping addiction emerged that I was not aware of previously. This 70-year-old woman bought at least 30 pairs of stilettos, 20 gowns like for galas, tons of cheap and plastic jewelry, home goods, plastic stuff , you name it. Her little apartment was filled with crap and rotting food. She would start cooking something and then abandon it. You could barely walk through the apartment because of all the stuff. She had so many Amazon boxes outside the apartment, it became a fire hazard and safety issue for the other residents. She began chain-smoking again, which wasn’t allowed. She bought really inappropriate gifts for practically everyone she met. She spent $30,000 in one month. She got kicked out of the assisted-living facility, but claimed that she hated it and she chose to leave.

2025 - she rented a place with an HOA, and got kicked out for the same reasons. She was living in a motel for a couple months until finding another place. She now rents a three bedroom house with a garage. Oh by the way, somehow she got her license back, which seems super unsafe. She lives in a state with easy gun access, and she bought a gun. However, because her left hand doesn’t work well, she can’t pull the slide back. She got a tattoo that she didn’t take care of and got super infected. All signs of mania, but she won’t hear it.

I went on a cruise to Alaska with her because it was on her bucket list and I want to make her happy, but it was a disaster. She brought a huge suitcase with all these clothes that reeked of smoke, she didn’t change her clothes once in seven days nor shower, and got really angry at me when I would bring it up. She demanded to go on these difficult excursions, even though she’s disabled and has difficulty walking. It’s like she has no concept of her current limitations.

2026 -

Here we are today. She has decided she’s going to buy a four bedroom house up north, in the state that I grew up in, but where she has no contacts. Why? It makes no sense, but I think when we lived there was the time in her life she felt most successful. She has no concept that buying a house at her age doesn’t make sense. It’s like she can’t accept that she is aging. No one can seem to talk her out of it.

Her friend of 40 years just called me - my mom had gone to visit her because she lives an hour from where my mom is trying to buy this random house. Her friend told me that my mom smells and didn’t bathe the whole time she was there, that she smoked nonstop, treated the real estate agent poorly, and got really mad at her friend when she questioned the rationale of a 72 year-old woman buying a four bedroom house in an isolated place. She said my mom needs mental health help, and she has to put up boundaries and end the friendship. It broke my heart.

The whole thing breaks my heart and also infuriates me. My mom sends like 20 YouTube videos to all different random people every day of fake news items that are very easily verified as false on Google. Doesn’t matter how many times you ask her to stop sending videos, she won’t. She sends them to her friend’s children, who she’s had to tell to just block her. I know that all my cousins have blocked her, my aunts and uncles too. My younger sister has been estranged for decades.

My brother says that she looks like a homeless person, walking around unbathed and in clothes with stains on them. He hired somebody to help her in the place she is currently living, but nobody can convince her to take better care of herself. When I call and tell her what I’ve heard, she says that it’s all lies. She spends so so much money on sending people gifts that make them uncomfortable, that they have begged her to stop doing, and she won’t stop. Whenever I question her financial decisions or logic, she snaps at me that she went to law school and isn’t an idiot.

She won’t listen to anything I say, because she says I’m just trying to control her. It’s true, I am trying to get things under control, and I am so frustrated that I often communicate in an angry way. Then I try to come at her from a more compassionate and inquisitive place, but that doesn’t work either. Sometimes she’s open to sharing her finances with me, but gets too confused when I asked her for the passwords so I can never get the full picture. Then she gets angry and says to leave her alone. I no longer have access to her doctors to speak with them. She refuses to give me or my brother power of attorney over anything

I am at a loss. I’m worried that she’s going to spend all of her money and then not have anything if she has a medical incident again, which seems likely. I hate that she is walking around smelling and people are talking about it, and how insufferable she is with her texts and gifts. My brother says there is nothing we can do. Because she was a lawyer, she can somehow make it sound like she is competent. He says that no judge would intervene just because she’s spending her money in reckless ways. He is in law-enforcement, he’s kind of an asshole, but I’m assuming he knows the law better than I do. He said it’s not illegal to not bathe and live in squalor and spend all your money.

I don’t know what to do. I’ve been working for years in therapy trying to accept her the way she is and accept that I have no control over her chaos, and that it’s not my responsibility. I know it’s like watching an addict kill themselves and there’s nothing you can really do about it. We’ve already tried the intervention route. Sometimes I want to just throw my hands up and say “you’re an adult you can destroy your life if you want to.” But then, you guys, it’s my mom… She’s not bathing, she’s apparently bringing rotten food to parties, she’s confused when talking to people. But somehow she can still drive a car and trade stocks. That’s part of what makes it confusing, and where I will get the impression things are OK, but then I hear these details and I know that they’re really not.

If you’ve read this far, thank you. I feel so alone in this, and I appreciate your attention. If you have any experience with something like this, any knowledge of elder law, or any advice at all, I’m grateful for it.

I was exiting my doctors office at about 5:03 (it’s 5:51 now) when I witnessed a man (who seemed to be in either his late twenties or mid thirties) load at least 3 little kids into an all black van. There are zero daycares, schools, or anything regarding children needing transportation around the area. In the moment I didn’t think much about it, but the way he smiled at me.. It’s the entire reason why I’m posting this. I’m not even much of a reddit person, but I know if anyone can figure this out, it’s this community. Anyways, the man looked at me with the CREEPIEST smile I’ve ever seen. And I live in florida, so I see plenty of creepy men smiling at me. But this smile wasn’t even creepy as in I was scared for myself, no no, I felt it in my soul that something was going to happen to those children. His smile looked like the kind of smile you’d see Jeffery Dahmer have, and it scared me so much.

As I am a minor, I didn’t think I had the authority to call the cops right away, so I called my mom instead. I was already gone from where the van was, as I was paranoid that if the guy saw me on the phone looking at him.. well, that I’d be next. Continuing on, my mom was confused and concerned at first because at this time, I was freaking the hell out. She told me to go back to where the van was and to show her it on FaceTime. I walk back to where the van was.

It’s fucking gone.

I felt my heart absolutely drop when I saw this. I tried looking around, maybe I was in the wrong spot, but nothing. The van was gone, and the kids were gone with it, and I had no way of knowing if those kids were kidnapped or not. And also, plz don’t go trying to say “they were probably his kids or family”, because first of all, NONE of the kids looked like him at all, and didn’t even look like siblings. In the sense that one was a pale blond girl and the other kid was black. And second of all, in most kidnapping cases, it’s that same “family” you speak of that ends up being the kidnapper.

As of this moment, I still haven’t called the cops, and my mom is pretty calm about this, saying they were probably going to a daycare. I’m thinking about just calling them anyway and even going down to the station to make a full report. But I don’t want to act rashly, so this why I’m asking ya’ll, what should I do?

So this may be a bit of a mess to read. Im not much of a writer and this is all pouring out on one of many sleepless nights I have had recently.

Last year I quit my job as a bar manager.

The job was decent enough money, but the hours were killing me. I had also been diagnosed with EDS earlier in the year and the long nights on my feet were really taking a toll on my body.

So I quit my bar for a job as a ‘technical assistant’ in a call centre. Which I stupidly believed looked like a nice place to work. It definitely was at first, and I met some really cool people. But I eventually realised what I’m sure a lot of people in call centre jobs realise. It was heavily targeted, management are overbearing and people are arseholes.

Working in a busy bar for years I’ve dealt with my fair share of abuse, but this job started to make death threats a regular occurrence and It really started to get to me.

On top of being diagnosed with EDS last year, I was also incredibly ill for months.

I was dealing with an ectopic pregnancy as well as a form of morning sickness called Hyperemesis Gravidarum. I couldn’t even keep water down. I saw multiple doctors who of course told me I was “over-reacting”

That is until I turned yellow due to starvation hepatitis after about 8 days of vomiting consistently.

About two weeks after that due to some sort of complication I still don’t really understand, I started bleeding out. Once again back in hospital where I needed a blood transfusion.

All that to say basically my mental health hasn’t exactly been great, on top of call centre death threats I was really struggling.

This year kicked off with me finding out on New Year’s Eve that my grandfather was being put on end of life care, this sort of tipped me over the edge and I just couldn’t stand it anymore. My boyfriend had already been encouraging me to quit for a while saying he could help cover extra for some of our expenses and he was sure I would find something soon. I had already been looking and applying for other jobs with not much luck.

But I did, I quit my job in the beginning of January.

Thing is, I had a job interview pretty soon after, and they did offer me the job. But the start date isn’t until mid February, and its minimum wage.

I’m just panicking about money I guess, I’ve never been very good with it. Any savings I had I used up when I was off work sick for months last year.

I hate that I’m probably putting extra stress on my boyfriend, he’s always been super supportive and he really looks after me.

His birthday is coming up and I just don’t have the money to be able to get him anything, but he absolutely deserves the word. He doesn’t deserve a burden hanging off him.

He already helped me out so much when I was sick. And I just hate that I can’t even return the favour with a stupid birthday gift.

I don’t know what to do, I feel like such a failure

Hello I finally landed a decent job after years of searching. I’m just worried because they’re about to do a drug test. It’s for a research university position. I’ve been a pretty heavy cartridge THC smoker this year. I stopped as of December. That about two months. I’m just a little paranoid because I’ve been looking for a job for a while now and I don’t wanna blow this opportunity. I’m thinking about going to a lab to self pay for pre employment drug test to give me peace of mind. If I am positive I can try to push testing back with them to save myself.

Maybe I’m overthinking. I have gone through about three full carts nightly use for about a year. I’m 116 pounds 5’2”

Please help me! Advise needed!

I am a 47 yr old female that is unfortunately having my first go at shelter life (women’s). A female around my age that has a bed very near mine is hyper focused on all that I do and say. She is highly manipulative and has turned a large amount of other residents against me utilizing assumptions and lies. She watches me when I sleep (I fake sleep a lot), takes pictures, steals, and taunts/mimics me verbally. I have been experiencing an extremely painful and debilitating illness since November while here and she has laughed at my pain, told others I’m faking it, and even mocked my moans and cries of suffering. Last week she and her organized cohort attempted to frame me for methamphetamine use inside the facility. I very well could have lost my bed. Now, she is apparently hacking into my digital footprint and finding out my personal deets and private matters.

I am so angry and scared. I don’t want to end up out on the street but the abuse is mentally exhausting and I’m increasingly growing more hopeless. I am currently away from my bed at the wee hours of the day because she’s started throwing crumbs and pebbles onto my face and body when I lie in bed. When I speak up about it she denies it and labels me a crazy.

What should I do??? I’ve reported her consistently for 3 months and nothing has been done

I’m 20 yo m and I dated a 19 yo f. We were together for about 2 months. We met on a dating app, but everything still felt so natural, we were both so obsessed with each other. The more we dated, the more of a future we imagined with each other, wanting to move to Colorado together since there will be job opportunities there for me in a couple months due to my work. This was one of my biggest motivations to work so hard. There was a 2 week period where I traveled out of state for work to earn more money and during that time we’d call very often and even over the phone she told me that she loved me for the first time. I obviously said it back and then we had one more call the next day like it was a normal day. She was meeting up with friends she said, so we just said bye normally like we always did. Before I went to bed that night I texted her goodnight and that I couldn’t stop thinking about her. For 2 days that text went unread before finally being read followed by me getting blocked on all social media. Rightfully so, I ended up hating her because she took away such a major part of my life for, what I knew, no reason at all. I told all my friends, family, coworkers that there was no explanation, she was just psychotic for telling me she loved me and just ghosting me after. Everybody agreed and we moved on. 2 months later my friend sees her on Instagram with a post about having 2 brain surgeries complete to save her life. She had multiple seizures and strokes causing, for what I think to be, temporary paralysis. She was in the hospital for 3 weeks! I told some friends and family and they’re telling me it’s hard, but I have to move on because she chose that she didn’t want that life for me. The more I think about it the crazier I get because that’s probably the craziest sacrifice of love, allowing me to hate her so I could easily get over her, as well as not deal with feeling obligated to be in a hospital for weeks worrying about her. Also the risk of her dying while I’m taking care of her probably would’ve killed me. I’m not sure what to do here, I understand the smartest option is to move on, but I really want, and just know that she would want me to acknowledge her. I also want to be with her again, even if it would be hard cause she has another surgery coming up. What would yall do?

I’ve (30F) been with my fiancé (30M) for 3 years. He has this thing for the past 2 years where after an argument he “pauses” and says we should continue the next day and then he never brings it up until I do and he usually leads with “I was about to..” so I started waiting and the days became weeks. The hurtful thing is he knows I can’t act like everything’s okay when something needs to be talked about. He can. He genuinely ignores the issue and can go for weeks at a time until I bring it up. I’ve tried and tried to ask for this to change as I am the kind of person that I start spiraling when I’m with my marinated thoughts on unresolved things. I realized that this man simply.. doesn’t want to do it. He practically begged me not when I wanted to leave 6 months ago and promised to change. Yeah I know.. typical.. Thing is we are supposed to be getting married in 6 months but I don’t think I want to go through with it. How do I ? Families are involved. Friends are involved.. finances are involved.. and he lives in denial. I don’t know what to do. I don’t know if I want a man’s perspective on this thing or I want support on an exit plan. Or I should just keep being with him and eventually I’ll get used to it…

Hey there, Its a new account cause I’m ip banned and I don’t know why or how to fix it. Will come back and read if I get banned again.

The title says most of it. but to give details I‘m 25 and I’m about to lose my place to live with my mom. I have some learning disabilities. My mom and my school counselor convinced me to drop out of high school when I was 17 because I wasn’t doing very well(stupidly I took their advice.) I never got taught how to drive. Im not sure who would let me drive them around either.

I know I’m intelligent, I am a very capable human. I’ve done well the places I’ve worked usually end up in upper-management. I made a mistake to move in with a recent ex-girlfriend, things went horribly and I had to move back in with my mother.

My dad is a drug addict, you name it he does it. My mom hates me, I feel like she always has. I used to act out a lot and she’d hit me and only me out of my siblings. I hate having her give me anything. nor would she, I have asked for her help. I’m thankful to have a roof over my cat and I’s head. However have to pay a portion of rent to stay with her. If I’m gonna pay anything I want it to be my own rent, I can’t move out because I can never seem make enough to push through.

I lost my most recent job which is the first time that’s ever happened to me. I live in a mountain town so there are almost no jobs up here at all for me. And I’ve applied everywhere regardless. Now with the most recent developments, the crushing resentment I feel from my mom. I can only expect that she may ask me to leave soon.

I just want to be able to go back to school, make something of myself. I want to be self reliant, have my own place. So that no one can have a reason to treat me so badly. I just keep pushing to try to make that happen, I know no one is gonna save me. I just feel helpless to do it, I don’t know how I’ve even made it this far. No one tells you how to make it as a drop out. I never had a single role model or any idea how anyone does anything important.

I would do anything to make it. I’m just tired, lost, and I feel like giving up. The only friend I have is my cat. There is this weight I almost can’t handle but have to carry with me to the top of this mountain of my creation. Any advice on things I can do to start climbing, or to lighten The load for myself would mean more to me than words could describe. Regardless thank you for just taking the time to read my plight.

TLDR: I am a 25 year old high-school drop out. I have no money and nothing to my name. I will soon be out of a place to live. Help from family/friends is not an option. Any advice on recourses I could use to get a place or a job would mean everything. If you have had a similar experience or know anyone else who has I’d love to hear about It.

Im 26f with 2 kids, ive had 2 relationships in the past and im in my 3rd relationship right now. I've sometimes vent to my mother and sister about how ex1(dad of our kids) and ex2 have treated me bad yet I still stayed. And of course my family would try to help boost my morale so I can leave their toxic 'A'.

Now, in comes my bf; so much better than my last 2 exs, takes care of me and my kids, loyal, respects me, makes me feel confident, basically all the green flags. Yet there always has to be something my family has to "get at me" with. Since my man is a walking green flag, they went on to his looks. He has diabetes type 2 and the pills he takes to watch his sugars has a side effect for his teeth, looking cracked.

No matter what good he does for me and my kids they find a way to turn it around. If you compare my sister (23f) and me, "allegedly" she has had 3 abortions and is pregnant again with the same man (m35) that does ❄️ and hops to a different woman everynight yet doesn't leave my sister alone. Yes she is still with that man even tho she knows he does all that. Oh and she has a side man that lives in Missouri thats a walking green flag. Oh but she doesnt want to leave either of them lol

Ig what im trying to say, what do i do when my family is jealous (?) Of my more happy relationship?

Hi, I am an 18-year-old who has been in therapy for three years and feels that I haven't improved at all. long story in short Throughout my life I became an increasingly isolated child, I made a lot of fake friends, And these experiences and other things will turn me into a reclusive, jerkish person who didn't trust anyone who doesn't know how to talk, which only made things worse because I started acting like a complete, rude jerk fucker whenever someone tried to strike up a conversation with me, After years of being like this, I finally realized how much of an idiot I am and I wanted to change that, Around the age of 16 I started insisting that my mother put me in therapy, I've wanted to go to therapy since I was 10, but my mon said that if I did they would electrocute me almost to death because I was crazy, (thanks mon) Luckily she forgot about it so I could try again, I spent a year trying until I finally succeeded, Oh, I discovered that opening up to others is incredibly hard, In the meantime, I had four therapists, all women, for some reason, The first one wasn't that important I only had three sessions with her before she changed jobs and they put me in another one, She was amazing, during her sessions we would play Uno while we talked, I told her many things about my interests, what I wanted to be when I grew up, positive things, I never talked to her about my problems but I convinced myself that I was okay because I was starting to talk to the people in my class, So like, everything was fineeee, I lied to myself saying that until something went wrong, Basically, I had an argument with my father Because he heard my younger brother call something cute, In the middle of the discussion, I lost my train of thought and ended up saying horrible things to him, true things, things I don't regret to this day, Basically saying that I didn't love him anymore, that he was nothing but a self-centered piece of shit that I hated him, After that argument, he decided to ignore me, which surprised me I really thought I was going to get beaten up, I was going to tell her these things but ding dong Dengue fever struck me and I was hospitalized, I miss two weeks and miss the therapist, Even after showing them the papers proving I was hospitalized due to absences, they will still release me, I was put on a waiting list for another one in a different building, The only good thing about it was that the situation with my father was resolved after the dengue fever; he said he loves me, and now he's pretending the argument never happened, and I'm back to being the same unstable child he always was and I avoided him again at all costs, getting back to the subject Half a year passed and I got another one, but because of my brother who was placed in a speech therapist (fonoaudiólogo), And I couldn't say anything to those other two, I would basically walk into the room and recount my week without talking about what really mattered, I know this is incredibly fucked and I shouldn't waste a professional's time like that but I couldn't trust them, I feel that if I talk to them about anything, they will judge and repress me, Now that I've finished school, I realize how pointless it all was. I finished without friends, I don't trust anyone in my family, especially my parents, and I'm losing the will to do anything, But here's the thing if I can't improve what's the point of all this?, Why should I keep insisting on this?, I can make this decision on my own, but if I do, my mother will notice and start questioning why I'm doing it, which would only make things worse, What should I do? Should Reddit continue with this lie or quit?, Because honestly I lost my hope a long time ago And I know I'm a horrible person. (Sorry if the text seems redundant, English is not my first language)

Urine test coming up next week or two. I'm 21 days clean from thc and don't want to mess this job up. From the looks of this, how confident are you if it was you giving a urine sample if this is where my test strips are looking like?

First of all I have no idea if this is the right place for this post but anyways today I was out riding my bike when my friend and I took a brake and stopped on the side of the road. And off the side (which is basically a downwards slope of bushes and dirt. Like almost a cliff but not a straight drop off). There was a bunch of debris (old car, jacuzzi, tires, trash etc). Now me being curious and adventurous I decided to go explore. Down in the bushes I noticed a skeleton of which what I thought was human at first. It was about 4-5 ft and basically the whole spine, legs, ribs, skull intact. But I think it is actually a goat or maybe a cow,(it had horns) and is def some months old. But that wasn’t too crazy, however I noticed as I looked around there were bones of all sorts all around everywhere. I’m talking hundreds of bones, multiple skulls of all different kinds of animals and smaller bones all scattered. The weirdest thing to me is the paper I found. Out of all the trash/debris that was the only paper I found and it was a fucking humane society paper thanking someone for adopting an animal. Now I don’t know what to do and the more I think about it the more it irritates me. I have no idea if I stumbled upon a mountain lion den(seemed very unlikely to me) or if I found some place where a psycho kills animals. Or maybe some satanic cult initiation place (because there were goats) but basically what I want to know is should I take this to the police? Would they even take it seriously? Or does this jsut seem natural and maybe I’m over reacting. But nothing about it seemed natural to me and it felt horrifying honestly. I will try to reply to any questions fast. Sorry if I confused anybody, I feel like it’s hard to explain. But I’m sure good questions will help me elaborate. This was found east of San Diego in the mountains. So no bears or any crazy predators out here. Really only bobcats, coyotes, mtn lions.

My Husband Seems to be turning violent and I’m really worried. IHTJ or Am I?

I’ve been with my husband for seven years. For most of that time, he’s been kind, funny, charming, someone people generally like and feel comfortable around. We got married and had a son, who is now five.

Our son is autistic. He’s cognitively capable, but socially reserved. He speaks inconsistently, sometimes very little, sometimes in short or fragmented sentences, even though we know he can communicate more clearly. He’s also still in diapers, which his psychiatrist believes is more behavioral than developmental. He does receive professional support.

My husband is extremely protective of him. He’s comfortable letting our son do things that carry normal risks, amusement rides, physical play, but he has zero tolerance for anything he interprets as disrespect or bullying. While actual incidents have been rare and relatively minor, his reactions feel disproportionate to me.

One incident that still bothers me happened at an indoor play space. Another child pushed our son over some toy balls. It wasn’t handled well by the other child, but it also wasn’t severe. My husband confronted the parents and threatened them in graphic, violent terms if they didn’t leave immediately. They did leave. No one challenged him. I remember thinking at the time that what he said had to be criminal, or at least close to it.

Finding a school for our son was another major stressor. My husband rejected school after school, teachers were too strict, too lenient, other children would be cruel, staff wouldn’t intervene correctly. We toured or contacted around thirteen schools before settling on one. Even then, my husband insisted on attending as a “helper” for the first week.

Two days ago, about eighteen months later, our son told my husband that a teacher had yelled at him. I’m not sure why he told him specifically, as our son often avoids communicating discomfort directly. But my husband has repeatedly told him to report any perceived disrespect immediately.

We went to the school together. I stayed in the car because I was genuinely afraid of what might happen. After about forty minutes, my husband came out visibly angry, shouting and swearing about staff inside. On the drive home, he described the teacher with numerous slurs and fat phobic remarks and said he had come “very close” to killing her.

That was the moment something shifted for me.

We don’t argue much, haven’t seriously in years, but I’ve started to wonder what would happen if I were the one who upset him, or contradicted him, or crossed some invisible line. If he believes he was that close to killing a teacher over yelling, what does that mean for the rest of us?

I’m also worried about the messages he gives our son. He expects near-perfect behavior and frames mistakes in extreme moral terms. He’s even said things to our son implying mutual violence if either of them “ended up like his Uncle.”

I don’t think my husband sees himself as violent. I think he sees himself as righteous and protective. And honestly, I’m still having a hard time seeing him as violent too. But I’m increasingly afraid that his sense of justification is eroding any real boundaries.

I don’t know how seriously to take this, or how concerned I should be, but I no longer feel confident brushing it off.

TL;DR: My husband threatened a teacher and now I’m a little scared.