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Here it is, the start of the end game. I've been looking forward to this and I hope you have too because not even I foresaw Megami being this much of a cunt until I wrote it. I got one thing to say: Damn, she is nasty!
TW: Mentions of abuse, suicide and rape.
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Everything had failed.
Hanako must have lost her sanity at the last minute as she had succeeded in killing ten different people but Ayano Aishi was not one of them. Though they were mourning their close friend, the pair had announced their arranged marriage at a ball the following week.
Megami Saikou found herself nursing the sting of rejection time and time again. She had been obsessed with the Yamada heir since she was first inducted into the upper circle when she was twelve years old, but he never gave her the time of day.
As the eldest daughter of the Saikou family, she had been taught from early on that failure simply was not an option they could afford to accept. Emotions were for the weak, tears were for failures and Megami was neither weak or a failure unlike her aunt who fled Japan. No, she was better than that. Her younger brother Kenchi may have been the boy they wanted but it was clear that her father was disappointed by his emotional outbursts. Then again, Megami always had been better than her brother; When he tried to hurt her with insults, she had him burned with candlelight just to shut him up.
Of course, he cried to mummy and daddy like anyone with the mentally of a child would. "You could use some character building" Their father had said, while their mother looked at Kenchi with disappointment.
Their grandfather Saisho was even stricter but it was noted that he was very fond of his granddaughter.
“You always were my favourite grand child. Perfect in every way: Beautiful, intelligent, perceptive, tactical... I could not have done better myself even if I tried.” He had said to her the night he passed away. At the funeral, she did not shed a single tear just as he would have wanted.
Akademi being closed down had seriously troubled both her and her father. Yes, she was aware of the deaths and disappearances of some of the students but it was not up to them what happened to the school. The people of Buraza simply weren’t evolved enough to understand that just yet. Kairi Miyu had dared her father’s wrath by involving non other than the imperial family to help get the school closed.
But, it was the imperial family and the Saikous were staunch monarchist but not in the way that the family were at the present point in time. They wanted it to go back to when Japanese militarism was starting to take root, back to the days of the Japanese Empire. That was where Saisho had grown up and that would be where they would get the country too when they got the chance.
She couldn’t help but miss the power she had once yielded as student council president. Kuroko was her vice president, prim and proper at all times. Akane could defuse a fight by just being there alone, she knew what her distant relatives had done to Akane but she felt nothing for it. Aoi was a great threat to use but she had refused contact with her since Akademi closed. Then, there was Shiromi who had left Japan to return to her home country of Norway.
People admired her as she walked through the halls of her palace, Akademi Academy. She had the perfect grades, she had the flawless looks, the spotless uniform. She was perfection incarnate. So why was it that the one thing that she really wanted, had fallen in ‘love’ with a different girl?
She had done her research on Ayano Aishi and found her totally unremarkable. She was supposedly timid, gentle and kind. She guessed that nearly being murdered back in April had changed something in the young woman. Something did stick out however, when she was researching the Aishi family; she found that wherever they went, death and disappearances came with them. Or so she thought.
Megami had honestly thought that she was onto something until Ryoba Aishi threw her theory in the bin. Ryoba had attended Akademi just after her aunt had left, if death followed the Aishi’s then surely Ryoba would have done something at Akademi while she was attending. She tore through the old school records, finding nothing but her old grades.
No deaths, no disappearences, no intances of suicide or bullying.
Absolutely nothing.
She had sent out a private investigator to spy on Ayano, to see if she had any dirty secrets for ammunition against her. It too turned up nothing. She was starting to get very frustrated, Megami admitted to herself that going to the Chikanari ball had been a bad idea in hindsight. She had pretty much excluded what little of the nobility liked having them around.
Her father, however, paid it no mind. “If they wish to follow the tracks of a commoner then they may do so. We are better than that and I am most pleased that you do not follow others like a lamb”
Taro had the perfect genetic make up, there was the concern of testicular cancer in the family due to his father dying from it but with Saikou technology that would be erased soon enough. Then, they would cure the world of illness and remove all the undesirables with it too. Megami couldn’t wait for a perfect world of perfect people with her and Taro at the centre of it.
The issue at hand had a name: Ayano Aishi.
The girl, oddly enough, also had the perfect genetic make up. The only real issue was the fact that she was not purely Japanese, her Korean ancestry was enough that it still popped up on the DNA test. It actually showed that Ayano was only 78% Japanese, with 20% being Korean and 2% being Chinese.
She could have been useful to make sure that the population had the perfect genetics but she would have to have children with a pure Japanese man for that plan to work. If only she did not have her eyes on Taro, now she would have to get rid of the girl completely.
The fact that Akademi had been permanently closed had caused her a great disadvantage, Ayano would not be attending the same school as her. She was busy being sponsored by Taro’s pathetically stupid mother at the Chikanari Institute. She had entered the exam only to be told that, despite her passing mark, she would not be offered entry into the school.
It wasn’t a total loss but it would have helped with getting rid of the little parasite anyway. Now, she really had to think outside of the box, in the past she just had undesirable students expelled or bullied until they either left or took their own lives.
That wouldn’t work this time.
Megami looked out from the window of her yacht, Buraza at night was lively with people buying food and drink or common knick knacks n the stalls. These were the kinds of people that would be easy to manipulate and control when the time came but that time was not yet.
Then, news came of the demise of their mutual friend: Midori Greenu.
Megami read the notes with intrigue and fascination, the fact that Hanako had died from cardiac arrest was unfortunate but it would have proven to be a necessity. Maybe there was something she could do.
She picked up the phone
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Midori’s sacrifice had been a gut punch for Ayano, just when she was starting to think that things were looking up for her. These days it was difficult just to get out of bed but Taro always insisting on checking in had given her some motivation. Ryoba and Jochiki always had her favourite melons and strawberries on hand to make sure their daughter was eating properly.
Rain pounded on her window in a desperate attempt to get her up. She watched the droplets glide down before dripping off the roof, she hadn’t noticed that tears fell from her face in much the same way.
Her room was a safe space, a place where she could grieve as hard as she wanted. Midori should have been laughing away with her as they attended school together, she should have been there as her maid of honour when her and Taro married, she should have been there to be oba-chan to their children…
Now, she was resting in the morgue along side her father. Upon being told the news of his daughter’s death, he had waited for the police to leave before pulling out a gun and putting it to his head.
Itsumi was distraught by the death of Hanako, despite everything that she had done. Ayano understood that Hanako was still her daughter, she had wondered to herself how she hadn’t gone mad with the trauma and the events of the last few weeks.
Osana had went completely ballistic and murdered Raibaru befire killing Mai and attempted to kill Ayano herself and Taro. Amai, she thought that she had been so genuinely sweet but she instead tried to use Ayano’s trauma against her. Kizana had attempted to blackmail her only for her head to be crushed by a weight. Oka had been totally crazed for her, the stalking had made that obvious and then she disappeared into thin air; word was she had withdrawn her application but something in Ayano just couldn't believe that. Asu had attempted to rape Taro before turning up with no hands, no feet and a destroyed mind.
Muja had been the trainee nurse who lusted over Taro with an extreme prejudice to her, she had seen the blog and those images were burned into her mind forever. She had also murdered Musume and blinded Koroko before being arrested. Mida had been so obsessed with Taro but she did not miss the sultry glances she gave to other boys too, she too had disappeared with Hoshiko. Osoro had been a bit strange but not stalk-ish in the way that others had been, watching her kill off her delinquents had been enough before her to run away. She never did see Osoro again. Then, there was Hanako who hated her for no reason, Hanako who had attempted to murder her, Hanako who murdered her best friend.
Hanako, who was now also dead.
There was Megami who she had the confrontation at that ball with. Megami, in her opinion, held herself up so high that the fall would be catastrophic. Truth be told, she held no respect for her previous student council president.
Whatever Megami wanted, she got.
‘I don’t give a fuck about who you are’ Ayano put together in her mind ‘You will not take the one thing in life that makes me remotely happy. I won’t back down’ She thought furiously before throwing the covers off and making her way downstairs.
“YanYan sweetheart” Ryoba came over to her, bringing her into a deep hug. She always felt safe in her mothers arms, there was nothing like the love of a parent. “I have your favourite fruits on the table you” She stroked her daughters hair before encouraging her to the table. Jokichi looked over at his sad little daughter as she ate the fruits. “YanYan, how are you feeling?” He voiced his concern as he placed his hand on hers.
“I’m… not sure Otosan”
“I would be shocked if you said that you were feeling alright. Just remember that we are always here for you, your mother and I...” He spoke softly, as if tending to a wound. This wound was deep, he knew that it would stay with her forever.
“I know Otosan” She hugged her father and he wished that he could shield her from all the evil in the world like he had done when she was a little girl. Now, Ayano was her own little hero. She had faced so much already in her young life. She had eaten everything on her plate which pleased both her parents.
Then, the had turned on the television and put on one of Ayano’s favourite films: Howl’s Moving Castle.
Then, a knock on the door had arose her father up from the sofa. Taro had come in with some food and flowers.
“Ayano… I...”
“Taro, please. Come sit down with me” She motioned to the sofa. He sat down and she wrapped her arms around his. There the pair sat, watching the film with all its beautiful animation. She had started to dose off on his shoulder but Taro paid no mind to it. Her smooth features were tranquil and peaceful, her breathing was as gentle as she.
Taro was just about to fall asleep when Ayano’s phone vibrated, the girl shook the sleep from her body before picking up the phone. Her features twisted into rage.
“What is it?” Taro enquired only for Ayano to show him her phone.
‘You don’t deserve him’
It came from a private number but he knew exactly who had sent this text. “Christ, she just won’t take the hint already” The phone vibrated again.
‘Do yourself a favour and walk away. If you don’t, I’ll make sure you regret it’
“This is pathetic” Taro spat and he ruffled his hair in frustration. Megami Saikou had constantly been following him around for years like a lovesick dog, if he liked something then she liked it too, if he didn’t like something then she hated it too. She had even tried to take up the same hobbies, same area of study, same classes.
She just had to perfect in every way: Perfect girl, perfect values, perfect grades, perfect life, perfect wife. Taro couldn’t help but think of her as an extremely shallow person. God forbid if something wasn’t good enough for her, he had personally witnessed one of her hate filled tirades when one of her maids dared to have the apron on her uniform slightly out of place.
“What kind of family do you think that you work for?! If you think that you can take a shortcut on your uniform then you are very wrong! Perfection is not an ideal but it is a reality, if you can’t reach perfection in your most simple duties then don’t bother coming back!”
Taro looked back at his bride to be and found not fear or shock which he would have expected from anyone, he found a look of determination. “Who does she think she is? Once a proposal of marriage has been decided, only the head of the house can break it.”
She had taken to her lessons well, as he witnessed at the debutant ball. A part of Taro couldn’t help but feel a weight lift from his shoulders when Ayano tore into Megami in the way that she did. That scene often replayed in his mind when he found himself missing her.
“It’s alright. Mother knows what Megami is like anyway, she hates the Saikous like any respectable family. Don’t worry, she loves you like we’re married already. If they try anything, they will have to face her wrath as well as mine” He pulled her into a protective hug.
Ryoba and Jokichi watched on from the living room. ‘Yes’ Ryoba thought ‘He is the one for her’
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Taro had been at home in the library, reading up on his duties as a lord when one of the maids entered with the phone. “Please excuse me for interrupting your reading my lord, but I have a young woman on the phone for you. She says you would now her by the name ‘Rufous Hummingbird’”
“Thank you, you may pass the phone to me and then leave the room” The maid did exactly that.
“Good evening Akane”
“Good evening Taro, or should I be referring to you as my lord? With your impending marriage and all...” Akane spoke down the phone, Taro knew immediately what was up.
“It’s quite alright, you may refer to me as Taro still. I take it that the reason you are calling me is that a certain someone has bitten onto the bait?”
“Actually, its worse than what you expected” Akane shivered slightly “Megami had paid my uncle five million yen to see that Ayano vanishes into thin air.” Taro sighed, this wasn’t the first time that he had heard of the Saikous resorted to using the Yakuza to clean up their dirty business. That maid who Megami had sacked for her uniform being slightly out of place had sued them for unfair dismissal and won.
Only for the young woman to vanish and never be heard from again.
“Five million yen? I didn’t realise that the life of my Ayano would be considered so cheap. I’ll pay twenty million yen to make sure that doesn’t happen.”
“Oh! Of course dear. My father and uncle weren’t planning on actually kidnapping your beloved Yan-chan, considered what that family did to me. Actually, my father owes Ryoba Aishi a life debt anyway. According to him, he angered a particularly vicious gang when he was attending school and Ryoba sorted them right out. They never bothered my father again.
What we were planning to do was pretend to kidnap her and then bring her straight to your home. Twenty million yen would certainly be kind of you, and I’ll supervise the misson just to make sure nothing happens to her” Akane chirped down the phone like Taro’s nickname for her. She had been essential to his plan.
“They took the five million yen though?”
“Of course they did. Father told me that he was going to use to it get a beautiful wedding gift for the lovely couple”
Taro laughed. After what had nearly happened between him and Asu, Akane had taken him aside and personally spoken to him and what happened to her. The gang rape after being drugged by relatives of Megami, he made him feel sick to the stomach. That that Akane had only been eleven at the time had enraged him beyond belief, the pair actually developed a friendship. Akane was also very happy that he had the constant love and support of Ayano who never judged him afterwards.
Taro asked “When is the pretend kidnapping supposed to take place?”
“In two days time, Megami is going onto the Buraza highstreet that night. A black van will be waiting with a bumper sticker that is the logo of Akademi Academy. I’ll be in the van but Megami won’t know that”
“I appreciate the time you’ve taken out to make me aware of the plan, I’ll tell Ayano just so she doesn’t get worried.”
“Yes, you do that. For the record as well, I think you and Ayano make a lovely couple. Congratulations on your impending wedding” She cheerfully said before the call ended.
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“Hold on, so what you mean to tell me is that Megami fucking paid for me to be kidnapped?!” Ayano raged as what Taro had just said to her. Thurday evenings was when she did her usual food shopping while her mother cooked just before her father got home. Taro had gone to her home when her parents were out to give her a run down of the plan.
“Yes but hear me out. I’ve already paid them twenty million yen to make sure that doesn’t happen, I had an inside source who told me what she had done. Believe me, I had a feeling that this was coming as this isn’t the first time that they have done something like this.” Taro shivered at the memory of that maid vanishing, it was never realised to the public that she had been found. Beaten to death and clear signs of sexual assault all over her body.
Ayano took a shaky deep breath. “Right, what is it that I have to do?”
“Megami will probably be somewhere on the street to make sure that it happens. What I need you to do is struggle and try to scream when they grab you. If you don’t then Megami will know that we are onto her. Akane will be in the van as will I so nothing will happen to you, I can promise you that” Taro explained softly to her.
“I just have to make it look real? Like I am really being kidnapped?”
“Yes. That’s right.”
She thought on it for a moment. The shock of hearing what Taro had said to her was still very potent, she knew Megami was a vicious cunt anyway but not even Ayano had expected her to go to this extreme just so she would be out of the way. The fact that she had paid up also made a terrible thought dawn on her, her family likely knew what she had paid for and allowed her to do so.
She took another deep breath. “I trust you Taro”
It was so that she prepared to go out at her usual time to do the shopping like Megami had caught on. She wrapped herself up in a red coat so just the van would be able to spot her easily, it had been Taro’s idea as it was the colour associated with his family.
She stared at her front door just for a moment before exiting.
True to Taro’s words, she saw Megami sat down at the bar by the seafront. Ayano pretended not to notice her, instead going her her shopping list. The black van with the bumper sticker had been outside the shop, she knew what was going to happen and prepared herself.
Exactly as she stepped by the shop, the side door opened and two men grabbed her softly. She pretended to struggle and screamed as the door shut. Megami watched the scene, smiling as she saw the van pull away. Ayano’s shopping list fell to the ground. ‘Finally’ Megami grinned was she drank her sake ‘Taro is mine. He doesn’t have a choice’
As soon as the door closed, the men instantly backed away from her and sat down. “Hello dear” Akane spoke up from the side, she was sat by Taro. “That was some fantastic acting there! Anyone would be convinced of what happened if they saw that. You should become an actress” She eyed the two men at the back of the van, they both shivered as her eyes fell on them.
“T-thank you...”
Taro pulled her into his lap and held her tightly. “See, I promised that nothing would happen to you.” He nuzzled into the crook of her neck.
The van then suddenly stopped.
“That was quick, we can’t be at Taro’s home just yet?”
“Oh! No dearie. We just needed to make a quick stop.” The three got out of the van, it was an older warehouse just outside of town. Ayano could see her parents speaking with someone their age and someone older. Ryoba turned and noticed her.
“There you are darling!” She rushed towards her daughter. “Thank god our friend Togo gave us the call. We would have been worried to death otherwise!” She grabbed her daughter’s hand. “Okaasan...” Ayano spoke, slightly embarrassed “I’m sorry I didn’t tell you. I didn’t want you to be worried, I would have messaged you.”
“I know you would have sweetpea.” She squeezed Ayano’s hands before turning to Akane. “Would it be alright if I gave you a hug? You helped my daughter remain safe...”
Akane was shocked a little but nodded. Ryoba pulled the flame haired girl into a bear hug, it wasn’t normally her style but she appreciated that the woman before her had asked for consent to hug her first.
“Thank you Miss Akane and thank you Togo!” Ryoba spoke.
“I-it’s quite alright Ryoba...” Togo blushed slightly “You saved me in school, so now I’ve paid my debt to you. You can count on me as your friend”
“Say...” Akane started “I believe Megami is holding a ball tonight and Taro is invited. I wonder how it would look at Ayano went with him, I’d love to see her face” She started laughing, Taro was about to suggest not until Ayano spoke up.
“I’d would love to. Let’s go see one of these tacky Saikou balls you told me about” She battered her eyes at Taro, who blushed like a cherry.
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Finally, her one obstacle was out of her way. Megami couldn’t be happier.
She had donned herself in a pure silver outfit, a satin dress with diamonds sewn into the chest piece, silver heels and diamond earrings. She looked perfect, flawless in her victory.
The ball that her father had put together, just for her, had also been perfect. The theme was the ice queen but only Megami herself was allowed to wear silver, everyone else had to wear light blue. The ballroom was a glittering silver and white, with ice sculptures of Japanese animals and mythical figures gracing the tables.
People came and they enjoyed the most expensive white wine that money could buy with saffron treats, golden caviar and other luxuries that they bought. Paired with her dress, was a real fur shawl of a snow leopard. She looked resplendent, there would be no way that Taro would reject her advances in this outfit surely.
The doors started to open, Taro was here! She put on her most sultry look and listened to the doorman make the announcement of her darling’s arrival...
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Oh, I wonder what's coming up next...

Dear Journal,
Don't get me wrong. It started as a harmless prank, after Ella got me into her little expeditions with her. At first, it was a novelty, I even got to pick up a few cues, and I especially enjoyed how childish it all sounded - it was perfect for taking my mind off my current travels. Things can get messy, dark, and highly depressing in the world of Teyvat, so getting to finally not beat up a hillichurl is a change of pace, in my books.
Until she started overstaying her welcome. She started getting bolder, and started writing poems for those sillychurls. I, of course, naturally started getting annoyed. Every week there were at least 2 commissions posted by her. Like come on, dude, at one point, you gotta just think you need to work on other things, maybe get a hobby or something, right? Kid, you're like 12, go and play with Timmie's pigeons for crying out loud. Or tease him about his dad for all I care. But noooo, the lil brat KEEPS coming back with the same poetry notes, and expects ME to digest her dense as Ei's charcoal "delicacy"... notes so I can serenade those dum dums? Dang it, I just zone out during dialogues as is, mentally skipping what anybody's saying, and proceed to reply as annoyed as I possibly can using my most witty responses, but NO this kid expects me to READ? Ugh, the audacity of these people!
Anyway, like I said, at first, it started as a light-hearted jest, I purposefully said "Ya yika!" followed by a rather tasteful remark on the masked menace's family. Although I'm pretty sure it didn't understand my jabs, it was still funny to see it riled up, and start up a brawl. Then, it started becoming more than just a prank: I started saying any combination of really offensive stuff, JUST so I could piss them off. I still make sure to recite the poem correctly once in a while, just so it doesn't raise any suspicions. However, I make it a point to actively jeopardize her attempts at communicating with the hillichurls, JUST so she keeps self-doubting herself, and is filled with imposter syndrome.
I don't know from whence exactly, but I slowly started savoring this little endeavor of mine, so much so that I actually look forward to our little excursions. Whenever I see her commissions, I always think to myself,"Oh goody, how can I mess it up this time?!". Suffice to say, I'll keep doing it, because Adventure Guild is a group of Gophers, annoying, to say the least. Gopher preserving flowers, Gopher escorting balloons, Gopher pandering terrified Magar, Gopher jumping on shrooms: Can you believe this shit? Like, I'm tired af, yo!
Thus, I'm jeopardizing her life's mission, crushing her hopes and dreams of being an expert, making her second guess herself EVERY.STEP.OF.THE.WAY. And I enjoy.EVERY.SECOND.OF.IT. Her commissions are what make me determined to get back at adventure's guild's mundane commissions, and the lazy sacks of flesh, that are the people of Teyvat.
Boeln#831585185

I’m 5ft4 so compared to my husband and brother-in-law, who are both over 6ft, I’m short. I’m not insecure about my height but my brother-in-law kept bringing up how tiny I was and said how my husband was going to have two “babies” soon. He also kept joking about how he and my husband could pick me up with one hand/toss me around and how I couldn’t reach anything.
He was getting on my nerves with his stupid jokes so I kicked him out. My husband was in the shower at the time and when he came out he asked me where his brother went so I told him I had kicked him out. They were supposed to be going somewhere together which is why I think he was so annoyed at me for kicking his brother out.
His brother did come back after he called him but I think he was mad at me too because he was acting weird.
Was I the asshole?

Hello everyone. I hope this post doesn't make me seem terrible because that is not at all my intention. Honestly, very simple situation (I think) I just don't know where to go from here. I (24f) got a message yesterday morning from a FB friend who I don't know (24m).
He was an old friend of mine's ex's brother and somehow we ended up as friends on FB. This was probably 6 or 7 years ago and we have never once communicated. Well out of the blue yesterday morning, he liked 2 of my pictures (most recent profile pic and one from about 6 years ago) and messaged me saying hello. I went on his page and saw that he has been married since 2019. Now, I have a boyfriend (25m) who I've been dating for 5+ years that I love and have zero interest in this guy who messaged me. I am strictly replying to see how far he's gonna go as he is married and I find it wrong to be messaging a "pretty woman" behind her back.
So, conversation started off basically figuring out how we knew each other and me asking why he messaged me which is where the pretty woman thing comes in. Then it gets basic, getting to know you type stuff like where do you work, what are you studying etc. I decided last night I don't want this to be something that carries on for an extended period of time so I cut middle of the conversation this morning and said I see that you're married, so why are you messaging me?
He basically says there's a bit of tension and he's looking for conversation. I said I wouldn't like it if I had a man messaging other women even when things are tough like it just seems wrong especially considering we don't know each other and all these years later start communicating. He said he knows I'm completely right he just wanted to know what it's like talking to a female without feeling bad because it's more than just tension, it's a lot I guess. He "genuinely" apologized more than once and said he was just looking for conversation and knew I was in another country and he didn't know who I was(???). But idk what I'm supposed to say to him from here or if I'm supposed to tell his wife?
That was my whole original plan was to message her and let her know because I would hate to be in her position and not have someone tell me what's going on behind my back. But at this point, I'm feeling like they're 2 grown people who need to deal with their relationship on their own and I honestly don't know what to do or what to say to him even at this point. Does anyone have any advice?? Should I just cut myself out of the equation and pretend like it never happened? Idk if that makes me a bad person..
TL;DR - FB friend that I don't know from 6-7 years ago randomly messaged me, he is married and I wanted to catch him cheating to tell his wife. He's now saying there's a lot going on between them and he was looking for genuine convo with another female. Don't know what to say to him or if I should tell his wife or just let them sort it out like 2 grown adults.

So for a little context, my mom and I have had a really rocky past. I know she feels bad for what shes done but in a sense she almost just seems dillusioned that what she did wasnt as bad as it really was. For example she just tries to say "im sorry, heres why you should feel sorry for me and forgive me.", its like she just expects it because shes my mom.
I could get a little more into her behavoir but Im sure you guys already have a similar issue with your parent(s).
So she impulsivly purchases animals on a whim to get my brother and I to visit (and simply because shes impulsive). she knows I absolutely love reptiles and especially spiders, I know all about them. (Im also autisic so sorry for spider care info dump)
So she bought a terrarium for a jumping spider (keep in mind they grow to be about an inch) but couldnt afford the spider so she got a pink toe, (grows about 4-8 inches) I didnt see how big it was as I havent came over to look at it yet, but both the cages she has for it are waaaay to small. (You need 3x to 5x their legs span for space)
Not only did she buy a hard to take care of for beginners tarantula, she also got one that needs a completely different tank setup than what I have on hand to lend her. And she doesnt want to buy a new one because she cant afford it, and my dad doesnt want to help out with getting supplies and a tank.
So, essentially she bought an arboreal specied spider (she didnt even know that it was one so you know flat out she didnt do research) that needs specific housing and care, and she didnt have anything prepared, AND bought it from a shitty local petshop that doesnt know how to care for their own spiders (to which I warned her about, she just wasnt listening)
So now im just stressed, I cant work because im disabled so I have to wait a really long time to save up and buy the spider any housing.
I feel like its my responsibility to take care of it because even seeing a picture im already attached to it and i been wanting one of that exact species for a while now (she just happened to get it out of coincidence), so sure it would make me visit her often but i feel like its being forced, I feel my emotions are being used as a tool to come see her.

A few months ago I started living in the same house with someone I've been friends with for many years. I'm a 31-year-old man, and he's a 29-year-old man. My flatmate has a trauma in his 20s: He had a girlfriend he loved very much at the time, they were in a relationship for a few years, and then his girlfriend cheated on my flatmate with his best friend. In fact, the three of them even lived together for a while because my flatmate couldn't notice the situation.
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Now, my flatmate has a new girlfriend and she comes to our house often. I am definitely not bothered by this situation, but whenever we are alone with my flatmate's girlfriend in the living room or on the balcony for a while, I notice that he feels very nervous when he joins us.
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When I got home last night, I found my roommate's girlfriend waiting in front of the apartment. Because my roommate was late, she couldn't get in. I let her in, we sat on the balcony and chatted over a beer and a cigarette while waiting for my flatmate to arrive. When he arrived, he seemed very anxious. I see that he can't trust me either because of the trauma he's been through, but I've never had any interest in his girlfriend. And this distrust makes me very sad cuz he's like a brother to me.
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My flatmate is someone I love very much. I want him to feel comfortable, and I want to be able to spend time with him and his girlfriend without anyone getting nervous.
What can I do to make my flatmate feel comfortable and trust me about it?

Possible? Narc mother (definitely anxiety) here to hopefully get insight and advice on to handle this WARNING may trigger I'm going to try to go in details maybe
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1. I was left before Christmas at my aunts house and the SWAT team came in guns in are faces I was 5 years I'm female if that matter is as kids had to put our hands on the table

Her response is to never take me to therapy even though:

1. Was drawing guns in school
   
2. Bed wetting
   

( but I didn't cry when the swat came in was a g even at 5 ;)
BUT THERES MORE when I bring it up later on in life of it's effective her response drum role..... "how do you think that makes me feel my daughter was in a drug rad" oh there's more lol she says also "I notice something people always coming in and out" and more " she's says how it reminded her of cousin how had friends that was doings "that stuff she says " aka "cola" mom because unlike u I saw it at 5
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Than after that we got to church and preacher or his wife says come as you are to church
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And she takes it literally and thinks she needs to mess my hair up right before I have to go in front of the whole church and praise dance
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And as she's undoing my already perfect hair in the bathroom at church
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She's talking to herself repeating " you say come as you are alright than mumbling I'll show or we'll see
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Lucky my cousin fix my hair and my mom was made "because she needed to prove point" that that said come as you are so she's messed a child's hair up ? Prove a point on yourself on self tf always dragging me in to her bullshit
NEXT I'm starting to remember school HER MOTTO "if I get called to the school FIRST thing I'm asking is what my kid did " so yea "SHE TOLD ME WHO SHE WAS FROM THE BEGINNING " I just didn't pick on it until now
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There's more but to get to the point
A uncle one of my mothers brothers comes into my room in the middle of the night and shuts door behind him maybe locks it I can't remember I was like 11 and says
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He's returning a pillow but sits in the chair right next to my bed and talks to me for a min asking what I'm watching and I pretend to be a sleep and he eventually leaves.
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I tell my bro first because he is who I saw in hall next morning first he has a normal reaction "Omg did u tell mom"
I tell her & reaction is as nonchalant as possible basically he got kicked in the head when he was younger
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But she never questions him or takes me to therapy and I mentioned it years later when we're watching a movie where it happens to them and family swipes it under the rug
NOW In 2023 after her saying they wouldn't be come in back to visit the whole family coming I explained to her again what happened which she swear she doesn't remember and now she says she's sorry but keep in mind her family coming in 2 months she probably doesn't want me to expose her ways
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In your opinion after all that she's going to invite my uncle into my space and if I don't show up they're going to eat with and break bread with a guy that came into my room in the middle the night " because did actually anything happen" " did he actually touch you?" All these questions for me but never her brother

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Today's Reading, via Project Gutenberg:
Edward was in his tower, and, wandering about the park, I thought how he had gone back to his original self since his mother death. The schoolboy was a Republican, but the Church is not friendly to free-thought, and the prestige of his mother's authority had prevented him from taking any active part in Nationalist politics during her lifetime. The wild heather, I said, is breaking out again; and I stopped in my walk, so that I might think how wonderful all this was—the craving for independence, of a somewhat timid nature always held back, never being able to cast out of the mouth the bit that had been placed in it. These weak, ambiguous natures lend themselves so much more to literature, and, indeed, to friendship, than the stronger, who follow their own instincts, thinking always with their own brains. They get what they want, the others get nothing; but the weak men are the more interesting: they excite our sentiments, our pity, and without pity man may not live.
Then, a little weary of thinking of Edward, my thoughts turned to Yeats. He had come over to Tillyra from Coole a few days before, and had read us The Shadowy Waters, a poem that he had been working on for more than seven years, using it as a receptacle or storehouse for all the fancies that had crossed his mind during that time, and these were so numerous that the pirate-ship ranging the Shadowy Waters came to us laden to the gunnel with Fomorians, beaked and unbeaked, spirits of Good and Evil of various repute, and, so far as we could understand the poem, these accompanied a metaphysical pirate of ancient Ireland cruising in the unknown waters of the North Sea in search of some ultimate kingdom. We admitted to Yeats, Edward and I, that no audience would be able to discover the story of the play, and we confessed ourselves among the baffled that would sit bewildered and go out raging against the poet. Our criticism did not appear to surprise Yeats; he seemed to realise that he had knotted and entangled his skein till no remedy short of breaking some of the threads would avail, and he eagerly accepted my proposal to go over to Coole to talk out the poem with him, and to redeem it, if possible from the Fomorians. He would regret their picturesque appearance; but could I get rid of them, without losing the poetical passages? He would not like the words poetical passages—I should have written beautiful verses.
Looking up at the ivied embrasure of the tower where Edward was undergoing the degradation of fancying himself a lover so that he might write the big scene between Jasper and Millicent at the end of the third act, I said: He will not come out of that tower until dinner-time, so I may as well ride over to Coole and try what can be done. But the job Yeats has set me is a difficult one.
Away I went on my bicycle, up and down along the switch-back road, trying to arrive at some definite idea regarding Fomorians, and thinking, as I rode up the long drive, that perhaps Yeats might not be at home, and that to return to Tillyra without meeting the Fomorians would be like riding home from hunting after a blank day.
The servant told me that he had gone for one of his constitutionals, and would be found about the lake. The fabled woods of Coole are thick hazel coverts, with tall trees here and there, but the paths are easy to follow, and turning out of one of these into the open, I came upon a tall black figure standing at the edge of the lake, wearing a cloak which fell in straight folds to his knees, looking like a great umbrella forgotten by some picnic-party.
I've come to relieve you of Fomorians, and when they've been flung into the waters we must find some simple and suggestive anecdote. Now, Yeats, I'm listening.
As he proceeded to unfold his dreams to me I perceived that we were inside a prison-house with all the doors locked and windows barred.
The chimney is stopped, I said, but a brick seems loose in that corner. Perhaps by scraping—
And we scraped a little while; but very soon a poetical passage turned the edge of my chisel like a lump of granite, and Yeats said:
I can't sacrifice that.
Well, let us try the left-hand corner.
And after scraping for some time we met another poetical passage.
Well, let us try one of the tiles under the bed; we might scrape our way into some drain which will lead us out.
But after searching for a loose tile for an hour, and finding none, all proving more firmly cemented than any reader would think for, the task of getting Yeats out of the prison-house which he had so ingeniously built about himself, began to grow wearisome, and my thoughts wandered from the Fomorians to the autumn landscape, full of wonderful silence and colour, and I begged Yeats to admire with me the still lake filled with broad shadow of the hill, and the ghostly moon high up in the pale evening, looking down upon a drift of rose-coloured clouds. A reed growing some yards from the shore threw its slender shadow to our feet, and it seemed to me that we could do nothing better than watch the landscape fixed in the lake as in a mirror.
But Yeat's mind was whirling with Fomorians, and he strove to engage my attention with a new scheme of reconstruction. He had already proposed, and I had rejected so many that this last one was undistinguishable in my brain from those which had preceded it, and his febrile and somewhat hysterical imagination, excited as if by a drug, set him talking, and so volubly, that I could not help thinking of the old gentleman that Yeats had frightened when he was staying last at Tillyra. The old gentleman had come down in the morning, pale and tired, after a sleepless night, complaining that he had been dreaming of Neptune and surging waves.
Last night, said Yeats, looking up gloomily from his breakfast, I felt a great deal of aridness in my nature, and need of moisture, and was making most tremendous invocations with water, and am not surprised that they should have affected the adjoining room.
The old gentleman leaned back in his chair, terror-stricken, and taking Edward aside after breakfast he said to him: A Finnish sorcerer; he has Finnish blood in him; some Finnish ancestor about a thousand years ago. And with the old gentleman's words in my head, I scrutinised my friend's hands and face, thinking them strangely dark for Ireland. But there are Celts with hair of Oriental blackness, and skins dyed with Oriental yellow. All the same, the old gentleman's reading of Yeats's prehistoric ancestry seemed to me like an intuition. His black hair and yellow skin were perhaps accidents, or they might be atavisms. It was not the recurrence of any Finnish strain of a thousand years ago that tempted me to believe in a strain of Oriental blood; it was his subtle, metaphysical mind, so unlike anything I had ever met in a European, but which I had once met in an Oriental years ago in West Kensington, in a back drawing-room, lecturing to groups of women—an Indian of slender body and refined face, a being whose ancestry were weaving metaphysical arguments when painted savages prowled in the forests of Britain and Ireland. He seemed to be speaking out of a long metaphysical ancestry; unpremeditated speech flowed like silk from a spool, leading me through the labyrinth of the subconscious, higher and higher, seemingly towards some daylight finer than had ever appeared in the valleys out of which I was clambering hurriedly, lest I should lose the thread that led me. On and on we went, until at last it seemed to me that I stood among the clouds; clouds filled the valleys beneath me, and about me were wide spaces, and no horizon anywhere, only space, and in the midst of this space light breaking through the clouds above me, waxing every moment to an intenser day; and every moment the Indian's voice seemed to lead me higher, and every moment it seemed that I could follow it no longer. The homely earth that I knew had faded, and I waited expectant among the peaks, until at last, taken with a sudden fear that if I lingered any longer I might never see again a cottage at the end of an embowered lane, I started to my feet and fled.
But the five minutes I had spent in that drawing-room in West Kensington were not forgotten; and now by the side of the lake, hearing Yeats explain the meaning of his metaphysical pirate afloat on Northern waters, it seemed to me that I was listening again to my Indian. Again I found myself raised above the earth into the clouds; once more the light was playing round me, lambent light like rays, crossing and recrossing, waxing and waning, until I cried out, I'm breathing too fine air for my lungs. Let me go back. And, sitting down on a rock, I began to talk of the fish in the lake, asking Yeats if the autumn weather were not beautiful, saying anything that came into my head, for his thoughts were whirling too rapidly and a moment was required for me to recover from a mental dizziness.
In this moment of respite, without warning, I discovered myself thinking of a coachman washing his carriage in the mews, for when the coachman washes his carriage a wheel is lifted from the ground, and it spins at the least touch of the mop, turning as fast as Yeats's mind, and for the same reason, that neither is turning anything. I am alluding now to the last half-hour spent with Yeats, talking about his poem; and thinking of Yeats's mind like a wheel lifted from the ground, it was impossible for my thoughts not to veer round to Edward's slow mind, and to compare it to the creaking wheel of an ox-waggon.
If one could only combine these two—one is an intellect without a temperament to sustain it, the other is a temperament without an intellect to guide it; and I reflected how provokingly Nature separates qualities which are essential, one to the other; and there being food for reflection in this thought, I began to regret Yeats's presence. Very soon his mind would begin to whirl again. The slightest touch, I said, of the coachman's mop will set it going, so I had better remain silent.
It was then that I forgot Yeats and Edward and everything else in the delight caused by a great clamour of wings, and the snowy plumage of thirty-six great birds rushing down the lake, striving to rise from its surface. At last their wings caught the air, and after floating about the lake they settled in a distant corner where they thought they could rest undisturbed. Thirty-six swans rising out of a lake, and floating round it, and settling down in it, is an unusual sight; it conveys a suggestion of fairyland, perhaps because thirty-six wild swans are so different from the silly china swan which sometimes floats and hisses in melancholy whiteness up and down a stone basin. That is all we know of swans—all I knew until the thirty-six rose out of the hushed lake at our feet, and prompted me to turn to Yeats, saying, You're writing your poem in its natural atmosphere. To avoid talking about the poem again, and because I am always interested in natural things, I begged him to tell me whence this flock had come, and if they were really wild swans; and he told me that they were descended originally from a pair of tame swans who had re-acquired their power of flight, and that the thirty-six flew backwards and forwards from Coole to Lough Couter, venturing farther, visiting many of the lakes of Galway and Mayo, but always returning in the autumn to Coole.
We struck across the meadows to avoid the corner of the lake where the swans had settled, and Yeats proposed another scheme for the reconstruction of his poem, and it absorbed him so utterly that he could feel no interest in the smell of burning weeds, redolent of autumn, coming from an adjoining field. Yet it trailed along the damp meadows, rising into the dry air till it seemed a pity to trouble about a poem when Nature provided one so beautiful for our entertainment—incense of woods and faint colours, and every colour and every odour in accordance with my mood.
How pathetic the long willow leaves seemed to me as they floated on the lake! and I wondered, for there was not a wind in the branches. So why had they fallen?... Yeats said he would row me across, thereby saving a long walk, enabling us to get to Tillyra an hour sooner than if we followed the lake's edge. Remember, it was still day, though the moon shed a light down the vague water, but when we reached the other side the sky had darkened, and it was neither day-time nor night-time. The fields stretched out, dim and solitary and grey, and seeing cattle moving mysteriously in the shadows, I thought of the extraordinary oneness of things—the cattle being a little nearer to the earth than we, a little farther than the rocks—and I begged of Yeats to admire the mystery. But he could not meditate; he was still among his Fomorians; and we scrambled through some hawthorns over a ruined wall, I thinking of the time when masons were building that wall, and how quaint the little leaves of the hawthorns were, yellow as gold, fluttering from their stems.
A ruined country, I said, wilderness and weed.
Yeats knew the paths through the hazel woods, and talking of the pirate, we struck through the open spaces, decorated with here and there a thorn tree and much drooping bracken, penetrating into the silence of the blood-red beeches, startled a little when a squirrel cracked a nut in the branch above us, and the broken shells fell at our feet.
I thought there were no squirrels in Ireland?
Twenty years ago there was none, but somebody introduced a pair into Wexford, and gradually they have spread all over Ireland.
This and no more would he tell me, and as we fell into another broad path, where hazels grew on either side, it seemed to me that I should have walked through those woods that evening with some quiet woman, talking of a time long ago, some love-time which had grown distinct in the mirror of the years, like the landscape in the quiet waters of the lake. But in life nothing is perfect; there are no perfect moments, or very few, and it seemed to me that I could no longer speak about Fomorians or pirates. Every combination had been tried, and my tired brain was fit for nothing but to muse on the beauty that was about me, the drift of clouds seen through the branches when I raised my head. But Yeats would not raise his eyes; he walked, his eyes fixed on the ground, still intent upon discovering some scheme of recomposition which would allow him to write his poem without much loss of the original text, and before we reached the end of the alley he delivered himself of many new arrangements, none of which it was possible for me to advise him to adopt, it differing nowise from the half a dozen which had preceded it, and in despair I ran over the story again, just as one might run one's fingers down the keys of a piano, with this result—that in a hollow of the sloppy road which we were following he agreed to abandon the Fomorians; and discussing the harp of apple-wood, which could not be abandoned, we trudged on, myself held at gaze by the stern line of the Burran Mountains showing on our left, and the moon high above the woods of Tillyra. How much more interesting all this is than his pirate! I thought. A shadowy form passed us now and then; a peasant returning from his work, his coat slung over his shoulder; a cow wandering in front of a girl, who curtsied and drew her shawl over her head as she passed us.
Yes, that will do, Yeats answered. I shall lose a good many beautiful verses, but I suppose it can't be helped. Only, I don't like your ending.
The poem has since those days been reconstructed many times by Yeats, but he has always retained the original ending, which is, that after the massacre of the crew of the merchant galley, the Queen, who lies under the canopy when the vessel is boarded, is forced by spells, shed from the strings of a harp made of apple-wood, into a love so overwhelming for the pirate, that she consents to follow him in his quest of the ultimate kingdom in the realms of the Pole. My ending was that her fancy for the pirate should cool before his determination to go northward, and that he should bid her step over the bulwarks into the merchant galley, where the pirates were drinking yellow ale; and then, cutting the ropes which lashed the vessels together, he should hoist a sail and go away northward. But Yeats said it would be a disgraceful act to send a beautiful woman to drink yellow ale with a drunken crew in the hold of a vessel.
So did we argue as we went towards Tillyra, the huge castle now showing aloft among the trees, a light still burning in the ivied embrasure where Edward sat struggling with the love-story of Jasper and Millicent.
He, too, is an inferior artist; he will not yield himself to the love-story. Both of these men in different ways put their personal feelings in front of their work. They are both subaltern souls. And my thoughts turned from them to contemplate the huge pile which Edward's Norman ancestor had built in a hollow. Why in a hollow? I asked myself, for these Norman castles are generally built from hillside to hillside, and were evidently intended to overawe the country, the castles lending each other aid when wild hordes of Celts descended from the Burran Mountains; and when these raids ceased, probably in the seventeenth century, the castle's keep was turned into stables, and a modern house run up alongside of the central tower. Ireland is covered with ruins from the fifth to the eighteenth century.
A land of ruin and weed, I said, and began to dream again a novel that I had relinquished years ago in the Temple, till rooks rising in thousands from the beech-trees interrupted my thoughts.
We'd better go into this wood, I said. Our shadows will seem to Edward from his casement window—
Somewhat critical, Yeats answered; and we turned aside to talk of The Tale of a Town, Yeats anxious to know from me if there was any chance of Edward's being able to complete it by himself, and if he would accept any of the modifications I had suggested.

Hi all, thank you for reading. I dont know what im looking for here, i just need to get this out so im not just bottling it up. This is such a ramble, I’m sorry for the incoherency.
I came out to my religious, republican family a month ago after i came out of surgery. And they found out I had been on hormones for 6 months already. The funny thing is that I was planning on coming out in may. I had been working on the speech/letter on my phone for like 2 months now. The universe just decided differently i guess.
I love my family so much. They have always been the most important people in my entire life, and i always tried to show them that love in my actions. They love me, i have no doubt about that. That’s the biggest reason that i took so so long to come out. I didnt want to be disowned by the people i love more than anything. This is worse than disowning though. This keeps reopening the wound, and making me so stressed to read that day’s texts.
Every day, i have been receiving texts berating me, judging my decisions, sending me bible verses, discrediting how ive felt my entire life, shaming me, telling me about how im mutilating myself. It’s because they’re hurt, i know, and they remind me in every message how much they love me. I’m not a debater though. When i get into arguments, it doesnt matter if i rehearsed it so many times in the shower, i will start crying as the emotions start getting flung around. I want to argue my points and help to change their mind. I feel like they Want to understand, i just cant find the right combination of words that would show them, and it feels like at this point, they think it’s just me trying to escape reality or get more attention when in reality, it’s just my life. I’ve been happier working towards fem, I’ve actually been looking forward to life after i started 6 months ago, but they dont listen to that. My blood pressure has been high this entire month, and i think i had my first panic attack ever yesterday. I cant keep dealing with this, but i dont want to go no-contact with these people i love so much. I wish i was just disowned, or i wish i could just hide and disappear.
Im sorry, i’ve been struggling with whether to post this for a couple weeks now, and im writing it on my phone’s notepad, so I apologize about the formatting and abysmal writing. Im just hoping that posting this helps. Im sorry if this breaks any rules or if the formatting’s wrong or anything. Thank you again for reading

So I 16(f) rarely talk or see my father due to the fact that he was never really involved. From a really young age my father was never really around and my mom had a new boyfriend for about 10 years after I turned two. He had two children with a different mother which I considered my sisters because they had been around all my life recently in the past four years or so they have broken up due to their own problems and the problems that he caused me he is not very enjoyable person he likes to make “jokes”
That are only funny to him but back to my father my mom and him broke up when I was about 1 because my mom had found out that he cheated and he was doing other stuff and while my mom was pregnant he was in jail until she gave birth he was out for a few months and went back mind you at this time he had I think three other children but i’m not exactly sure because I only really knew two of them now he has six children including me he has some mental issues that he refuses to help.
I also have my own mental issues that he doesn’t really know about because of the fact that we don’t talk much. Last time we talked was around may nothing much was said. But the thing that made me not want to talk to him was on my 14th birthday. He punched my moms boyfriend at the time. As before I mentioned he has mental issues and with that he has schizophrenia which made him think that my mom‘s boyfriend had done stuff to me which he never has.
Basically what happened was me and the kids at the party we’re all playing a game And I seen my father walking over to my mom‘s boyfriend and punch him after that I was yelling for my mom which she hadn’t seen it I was the only person that saw it and that just put the party in a down spiral after that incident I ain’t talk to him for about a year until I turn 15 and I contacted him talking about my feelings and what he had done over the years how he hasn’t been very involved with my life and he needs to own up to that which he denied
which kind of ticked me off so I didn’t text him for a while The next time that I saw him was at my little brothers birthday party which I wasn’t very comfortable going to but my mom encouraged me to go so I did and I knew that my cousins were going to be there so I stuck around with them most of the time we were walking up the street back to my grandmas house when I seen him outside I was honestly scared to go and talk to him because I wasn’t sure of how he was going to react so it took me a while to walk up the street to get the courage to talk to him once I did I was very uncomfortable in this situation
considering what happened last time I saw him I only talk to him for about a minute and ran up to my cousins and my cousin said that I was shaking but I calm down and we went to the convenient store then we came back and my sister was there so I stuck around with her and my cousins I was really happy when I left because I didn’t wanna be around him because he scared me like I said I haven’t talk to him in a while and I don’t really plan on it but I really want to be involved with my brothers life but he doesn’t even know that I’m his sister he’s too young to understand he’s too young to understand
my father‘s mental illnesses my father has been abusive in past relationships was caused One of my siblings mother do not talk to any of her other siblings which kind of sucks but I really never saw her in the first place i’m not exactly sure what to do i’m kind of coming on here for advice because I’m not sure that I can speak to him my family says I should at least try but I don’t know it makes me uncomfortable and sort of scared.
So AITA in the situation?

I just wanted to share my thoughts on the outright disgusting verbal abuse that Turans mother, grandmother and family are receiving on his lives and in comments. I live in Australia & I do not know them but I have seen his family spending so much time every day supporting Turan & it must be a rollercoaster of ups and downs and constant anxiety. They are receiving this abuse vicariously though being related to & supporting Turan, they didn’t ask to be hurled into the spotlight & critiqued by strangers everyday. Tonight I read the most despicable things being hurled their way, saying they don’t care about him, they don’t do anything to help, she’s a terrible mother etc. On Turans video ages ago, he was saying he had to unblock his family - so they are walking a tightrope, if they say too much he will deny them access which will make them worry even more. The following day after he was snorting ketamine on the way to Scotland he was so remorseful and said that his family were crying around the table worried that he’s going to die. He promised them he wasn’t going to take drugs any more and he was going to be sober and then days later he was going live snorting ketamine in a bathroom in London. He has let them down so much & the demons inside him just want to keep taking these substances, then he feels guilty afterwards & tries to pacify them & his viewers by saying he will go to N/A etc (which he never does). I can clearly see that they are a loving and supportive family. (I ran away from my mothers house when I was 13 due to abuse and in 30 years my mother has never tried to contact me or help me in anyway whatsoever so I can speak firsthand on this, I would do anything to have a mother check in on me). The horrible comments from users like pickles tonight would be too much for most people to handle. These people are obviously very inexperienced in life and think they know everything. But walk a mile in her shoes. They are not thinking of Turans mother‘s & grandmothers mental health, honestly I don’t think I could handle such things being said to me every single day repeatedly by so many people. Ive read in comments Amanda saying that they’ve tried to help him since he was 16 but he just leaves. He is an adult and he cannot be restrained, that would be illegal and he has freedom to choose which ever path he wants to in life. I have a brother with a mental illness and he will not take help, he has always wanted to do life his way and that now involves walking the streets picking up cigarette butts all day. You can’t physically lock someone in a cage or force them on a plane. The reality is that the LA trip can’t continue forever, he only has a three month Visa and will not be able to stay in the country for much more than eight weeks I think, he can’t live in the UK as he doesn’t have a Visa and his only options will be Turkey or Australia or to go to some very cheap places such as South East Asia. But I think travelling long term won’t be a viable option as people are not donating him money as they don’t want to contribute to his drug use. I get that everybody is terrified that he’s going to take fentanyl and die or be awake & paranoid for weeks on meth but his family have to keep their own sanity and they can’t be following him around the world and bringing him home constantly for him just to leave again. They still have to work and pay bills and if anybody has watched intervention or any sort of shows on addiction a parent can only do so much, the user has to hit rock bottom & want to change or they are stopped by the law which in many cases is a good thing . A good book to read on the stubbornness of people like Turan would be Nikki Grahams book. She had anorexia from seven and everything her parents tried to do failed, for decades! I really hope these armchair critics back off & realise they don’t have the solutions, if it was that easy the family of everybody living on skid row or Kensington PA would come and take their family members home. This is a unique situation where people can’t see what’s going on behind the scenes, they can’t see from watching him ride his bike around that they have most likely been sending him money regularly and trying to contact him constantly & they would most definitely be lying awake at night with worry. I’m praying for Turan and his family. I hope the haters can do a bit of research, watch some episodes of Intervention & learn about addiction & mental illness. It is extremely hard to help someone with addiction especially when they keep leaving the country.

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My (F27) boyfriend (F29) and I have been dating for over 3 years, we live together and are very serious about our future together. I planned to propose on a trip last year, but due to a period of ill health I changed my plans to propose on a trip this summer instead. However, in the meantime my boyfriend's younger brother has gotten engaged (about 6 months ago) - I'm super happy for them but a little worried about what this means for my plans.
I obviously don't want to upstage their wedding planning time - most of the discussions with family at the minute focus on their Dec 2024 wedding planning and I can tell they're really excited. I don't want the focus on me instead of my future sister in law as she's the kind of person who has a dream wedding plan and I can see it's a big deal for her.
My bf and I have discussed it and we're really not fussed about having a big wedding (or even a wedding at all - we're thinking courthouse, throw a party and announce it there that we're married kind of thing) so it's not like we'd take the focus away from his brother and their planning. And of course I would never dream of getting married before they do.
However, I really don't want to have to wait until Summer 2025 (I'd like to propose while we're travelling somewhere and summer is the only holiday time we get) to get engaged. I'm not upset at the idea of a long engagement but we've discussed it and we'd both like to be engaged soon.
I'm worried that my bf's family will be upset if we get engaged this summer as they'll expect us to follow the traditional '18 months of wedding planning/start planning right away' and feel we are taking away from his brother. I don't want to damage future relationships esp with my mother in law and sister in law who are very traditional when it comes to how weddings/engagements/planning go. However I am a good 4 years older than his brother and I don't want to put my life on hold until he's married. Any advice would be greatly appreciated! We've considered a secret engagement but I really don't know!
Help!
TLDR: planned to propose last year, delayed it due to ill health, bfs brother got engaged in the meantime - is it rude to propose during their engagement?

Hello everyone. The first battle between Naruto and Sasuke in the Valley of the End is probably one of my favourite moment in the whole story. Naruto's loss catalysed his determination to become stronger bring his friend back, and Sasuke sparing Naruto's life was a great touch to his psychology. A lot of what would come next in Shippuden was determined by that very confrontation and its outcome.
One of my favourite moments in this fight itself was when Naruto says that he would bring Sasuke back home even if he would have to break his arms and legs (it may have sounded differently in the original, I'm translating from a half-remembered Ukrainian translation). So, I was wondering how would the whole story turn out if Naruto... let's say get carried away too far and lost control over Kyuubi in this moment and accidentally kills Sasuke. Kakashi not only gets at the scene a little too late (again), but is also forced to calls for backup via his summons (likely Tenzo, if he's available or other jounins) because I don't think he would be able to supress Kyuubi alone.
Where do you guys think the story goes from here? Obviously, Naruto's psychology would be drastically different, probably a lot like Kakashi after the whole Rin situation. He would be tormented with guilt and convinced that everyone belives him to be a monster. Sakura would also be severely traumatized, blaming Naruto for killing Sasuke but even more so blaming herself for both subconsciously hating her friend and taking the promise from Naruto. Maybe she even quits being a shinobi alltogether.
Tsunade and the elders would be greatly alarmed and concerned over the possibility of Naruto losing control again. I don't think they would allow him to leave the village with Jiraya, so the three-year training trip is likely out of the question. Would Danzo in this scenario play his card and petition to make Naruto into a weapon? Maybe to have him train under Tenzo and other Root operatives without nominally joining the organisation itself. I can definitely see Danzo playing a sort of Palpatine to Naruto's Anakin, using his guilt and desire to become stronger to never use the Foxes power and hurt anyone else to get influence over the young Jinchuuriki. Alternatively, I can also see Kakashi assuming direct mentorship over Naruto, seeing as they now share a common pain. It would also be a great time for Kakashi to make amends by telling Naruto about his parents and his heritage. What other possibilities do you envision?
Outside the Konoha is where the whole butterfly effect gets really serious. Would Itachi turn on the Akatsuki amd reveal the truth about himself, the Uchina massacre and the village? Or would he seek revenge from people who "took his little brother away from him", like Orochimaru...and Naruto? What about the Kazekage arc and the Tenchi bridge mission? Would Obito try to manipulat Naruto how he did with Sasuke (althouth that particular one would be much harder in this scenario, I think).
Anyway, how do you see a story like that? I'm really curious about what you guys think overall. Sorry if it got a little dark, a lot of my "what if's are like that and there's not really much I can do about that :)
P.S. My apologies for any mistakes, spelling errors or any weird language in general: I'm still learning English as my second language, so there's that as well.
Hope you all have a great day!

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I (30F) just got back from a trip with my family and fiance to check out a wedding venue.
My dad, fiance and brother went out on the Sunday evening while future MIL and my mom stayed in the rented holiday house. We got quite drunk and got back to the house about 11.30pm, where my mom was waiting.
I anticipated her being annoyed so went to speak to her when we got in. I thanked her for staying up late to let us in but told her she really should have just left the key in the lock safe or hidden it outside somewhere so we could have let ourselves in. She said she couldn’t have done that with no real reason other than ‘No I couldn’t have, it’s a rental’. So I said she could have and then just messaged us to tell us what she was doing, to which she responded, ‘shut up Megan’ in a real nasty tone.
I got upset and told her she shouldn’t speak to me like that and that I don’t tolerate people telling me to ‘shut up’, especially when I wasn’t being loud or hadn’t done anything wrong. She then went to speak to my brother / dad. I went into the kitchen to tell my partner and make a sandwich. I got upset and started to cry as this isn’t the first time she has spoken to me in this disrespectful way and treated me like a child as a fully grown woman, so I obviously have a thing about it. The drink obviously didn’t help either.
So she comes in and says ‘sorry… but’ aka. not a real apology. This makes me even more upset AND angry. So I probably go a bit over the top, cry harder, and tell her she thinks she is better than me and doesn’t respect me as an adult, puts her nose in the air about people. Then my dad steps in and tells me not to speak to his wife like that and she’s the best mom etc, and gets upset - which is heartbreaking in itself as he rarely cries - but he was SUPER drunk. I tell him I never said she was a bad mom, all I said was that she can’t speak to me like that. She wouldn’t tell her friends to shut up so why can she say that to me? I’d never even dream of saying that to her. Everyone gets upset, and I go upstairs (and I’m ashamed about this bit) physically move her out of the way as she was trying to block me from going upstairs, which I know is wrong. We all apologised to each other in the morning but I don’t know who is being the asshole in this situation. Her? Me? Bit of both?
TLDR; my mom told me to shut up, I got upset and was consequently quite mean to her.