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Well, I went to University got a degree in Electromechanical Engineering, worked afterward as a Roofer as I had no chance of finding a job on those day on my field. Decided that if I wanted to work on what I have studied (and liked) , I had to go to grad school. Got Masters and PhD in telecommunications and I been working on the field since 1999. TL:DR studied more in order to get a job in the field I wanted.
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Well, I went to University got a degree in Electromechanical Engineering, worked afterward as a Roofer as I had no chance of finding a job on those day on my field. Decided that if I wanted to work on what I have studied (and liked) , I had to go to grad school. Got Masters and PhD in telecommunications and I been working on the field since 1999. TL:DR studied more in order to get a job in the field I wanted.
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AskReddit
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t5_2qh1i
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cc431i9
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Well, I went to University got a degree in Electromechanical Engineering, worked afterward as a Roofer as I had no chance of finding a job on those day on my field. Decided that if I wanted to work on what I have studied (and liked) , I had to go to grad school. Got Masters and PhD in telecommunications and I been working on the field since 1999.
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studied more in order to get a job in the field I wanted.
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edwhittle
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Actually, the numbers you are seeing between the meter and your CGM aren't too far off the FDA allowable accuracy limit for glucose meters. Glucose meters can be approved by the FDA if the accuracy is within +/- 20% of the real value.
(source: and see other posts in this sub about this)
In this case, if your TRUE glucose was 290, the meter could give you readings of 348 as the high limit and 232 as the low limit (since 58 points would be your 20% range) and as you can see, the high limit and the low limit aren't too far off from the discrepancy you were seeing. While it's not truly correct, it is allowable according to the FDA. But I would also recommend trusting the meter and use that reading to recalibrate the CGM.
tl;dr - FDA doesn't know what it's like to be diabetic
(BTW, I use the Dexcom and it's great)
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Actually, the numbers you are seeing between the meter and your CGM aren't too far off the FDA allowable accuracy limit for glucose meters. Glucose meters can be approved by the FDA if the accuracy is within +/- 20% of the real value.
(source: and see other posts in this sub about this)
In this case, if your TRUE glucose was 290, the meter could give you readings of 348 as the high limit and 232 as the low limit (since 58 points would be your 20% range) and as you can see, the high limit and the low limit aren't too far off from the discrepancy you were seeing. While it's not truly correct, it is allowable according to the FDA. But I would also recommend trusting the meter and use that reading to recalibrate the CGM.
tl;dr - FDA doesn't know what it's like to be diabetic
(BTW, I use the Dexcom and it's great)
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diabetes
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t5_2qhsj
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cc48qj4
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Actually, the numbers you are seeing between the meter and your CGM aren't too far off the FDA allowable accuracy limit for glucose meters. Glucose meters can be approved by the FDA if the accuracy is within +/- 20% of the real value.
(source: and see other posts in this sub about this)
In this case, if your TRUE glucose was 290, the meter could give you readings of 348 as the high limit and 232 as the low limit (since 58 points would be your 20% range) and as you can see, the high limit and the low limit aren't too far off from the discrepancy you were seeing. While it's not truly correct, it is allowable according to the FDA. But I would also recommend trusting the meter and use that reading to recalibrate the CGM.
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FDA doesn't know what it's like to be diabetic
(BTW, I use the Dexcom and it's great)
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ClumsyKoalaBear
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And by saying that you obviously don't understand what depression and ptsd and other debilitating mental pains are like for a person, and you have absolutely no right to judge those that deal with that, however they choose to cope. It corrodes every single day, can you imagine what it's like to never have a good day, just ones that are less bad? No, I didn't think so. What about the feeling of frustration when you're driving and suddenly overwhelmed with the urge to wrap your car around the next light pole? And you're terrified because you never know where that comes from, it just suddenly consumes you? No, you probably wouldn't get that either. You really have absolutely no place to talk.
TL;DR Fuck You
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And by saying that you obviously don't understand what depression and ptsd and other debilitating mental pains are like for a person, and you have absolutely no right to judge those that deal with that, however they choose to cope. It corrodes every single day, can you imagine what it's like to never have a good day, just ones that are less bad? No, I didn't think so. What about the feeling of frustration when you're driving and suddenly overwhelmed with the urge to wrap your car around the next light pole? And you're terrified because you never know where that comes from, it just suddenly consumes you? No, you probably wouldn't get that either. You really have absolutely no place to talk.
TL;DR Fuck You
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4chan
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t5_2qh4w
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cc4que4
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And by saying that you obviously don't understand what depression and ptsd and other debilitating mental pains are like for a person, and you have absolutely no right to judge those that deal with that, however they choose to cope. It corrodes every single day, can you imagine what it's like to never have a good day, just ones that are less bad? No, I didn't think so. What about the feeling of frustration when you're driving and suddenly overwhelmed with the urge to wrap your car around the next light pole? And you're terrified because you never know where that comes from, it just suddenly consumes you? No, you probably wouldn't get that either. You really have absolutely no place to talk.
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Fuck You
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DeafComedian
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Could be a bunch of things. I had the same issue when attempting to test it out.
The app is replacing apostrophes with ' when requesting data (my toon is on Mal'Ganis). The Blizzard armory API doesn't require you to convert the apostrophe, rather, it expects it.
tl;dr
OP, make sure you aren't replacing escape characters because they don't need it.
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Could be a bunch of things. I had the same issue when attempting to test it out.
The app is replacing apostrophes with ' when requesting data (my toon is on Mal'Ganis). The Blizzard armory API doesn't require you to convert the apostrophe, rather, it expects it.
tl;dr
OP, make sure you aren't replacing escape characters because they don't need it.
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wow
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t5_2qio8
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cc534rp
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Could be a bunch of things. I had the same issue when attempting to test it out.
The app is replacing apostrophes with ' when requesting data (my toon is on Mal'Ganis). The Blizzard armory API doesn't require you to convert the apostrophe, rather, it expects it.
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OP, make sure you aren't replacing escape characters because they don't need it.
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ProcrastinHater
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I have the same problem. I have so much going on, that I have to squeeze in junky meals fairly often, and I don't have time to go all the way to the gym on my college campus. I've gained wait recently too, and I'm feeling the same way about it (although I don't have a vagina).
Here's what I'm doing to try to improve:
* Stop drinking soda. It's actually pretty easy to do, and I used to drink A LOT of soda. Get water. Get juice. Get milk. But no soda. I still drink it maybe once or twice a week, but not every day like I used to.
* Drink tons of water. Water is REALLY good for you. It keeps you healthy, decreases hunger, and helps your metabolism.
* Stay away from fast food if you can. Fast food is easy, but bad for you. Check out /r/EatCheapAndHealthy for ideas on how to make healthy stuff without a lot of cost. Eggs are cheap, delicious, versatile, and very healthy. I freaking love eggs. Also, if you need a fast meal on the go, get Subway. It's healthier than McDonald's or Taco Bell, and you get your veggies and stuff too.
* Start doing random exercising. This summer I sat behind a desk for 9 hours a day, 5 days a week. No exercise. It sucked. So what I started doing is throwing in simple stuff, like push-ups or jumping jacks, whenever I think of it. At work, if I'm getting restless, I'll drop and do 15 pushups in my cubicle (unless my boss is sitting at his desk right across from me). At home, when I need a break from homework or any time at all, 50 jumping jacks. 15 push ups. Anything. Build up from what you're able to do right now. It's awesome that over time, you can feel yourself getting stronger.
* DO NOT, I repeat **DO NOT** eat a bunch before bed. This was my biggest problem. I always get hungry late at night, but if you eat a bunch and then go to sleep, you're screwed. Instead, drink water, chew gum, brush your teeth. Go to bed!
* Speaking of which, get to bed at a reasonable hour. Tired people munch more to stay awake.
* Eat breakfast! It gets your body going for the day. If you drink a lot of sugary coffee in the morning, try apples instead. They have good, natural sugars in them that will wake you up just as effectively. Plus, they're healthy and delicious!
* Think of different ways to exercise. Ride a bike instead of driving if you can. Go for a run, even if it's short, or more of a jog. Go for walks if you have a bit more time. Play a sport. Throw a frisbee. Anything you can do outside while moving around helps.
* Get a DVD workout like P90X or Insanity. You'll have to start slowly (they call it Insanity for a reason), but if you try to follow along as best you can, it does a lot of good for your fitness. I have both of these programs on my laptop, and if you want, PM me and I'll find a way to get them to you. If you want help with it, check out subreddits like /r/loseit, /r/crossfit, etc. Also, look into a YMCA membership (if you're in the USA). They're generally cheaper than gym memberships, and you can still try out almost any activity you want there.
* Finally (and most importantly), find someone to hold you accountable for your progress! Talk to your boyfriend about how you're feeling, and why you want to improve. He'll probably say things like "You're perfect the way you are", which is true, I'm sure. But explain that you want to improve yourself, and ask him to help you do it. He can help you track your progress, remind you to make healthy decisions, even work out with you. It's much easier to do things like go to a gym, do a home workout, or eat right if someone is relying on you to do so.
Geez, this turned out way longer than I meant it to. If you want, PM me and we can chat about how to make progress and such. I'm no pro, but I'm improving with these things. You can do it! Good luck :)
TL;DR Drink water, eat some good food, slip in some exercise when you can, and find someone to keep their eye on you. You can do it if you set your mind to it.
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I have the same problem. I have so much going on, that I have to squeeze in junky meals fairly often, and I don't have time to go all the way to the gym on my college campus. I've gained wait recently too, and I'm feeling the same way about it (although I don't have a vagina).
Here's what I'm doing to try to improve:
Stop drinking soda. It's actually pretty easy to do, and I used to drink A LOT of soda. Get water. Get juice. Get milk. But no soda. I still drink it maybe once or twice a week, but not every day like I used to.
Drink tons of water. Water is REALLY good for you. It keeps you healthy, decreases hunger, and helps your metabolism.
Stay away from fast food if you can. Fast food is easy, but bad for you. Check out /r/EatCheapAndHealthy for ideas on how to make healthy stuff without a lot of cost. Eggs are cheap, delicious, versatile, and very healthy. I freaking love eggs. Also, if you need a fast meal on the go, get Subway. It's healthier than McDonald's or Taco Bell, and you get your veggies and stuff too.
Start doing random exercising. This summer I sat behind a desk for 9 hours a day, 5 days a week. No exercise. It sucked. So what I started doing is throwing in simple stuff, like push-ups or jumping jacks, whenever I think of it. At work, if I'm getting restless, I'll drop and do 15 pushups in my cubicle (unless my boss is sitting at his desk right across from me). At home, when I need a break from homework or any time at all, 50 jumping jacks. 15 push ups. Anything. Build up from what you're able to do right now. It's awesome that over time, you can feel yourself getting stronger.
DO NOT, I repeat DO NOT eat a bunch before bed. This was my biggest problem. I always get hungry late at night, but if you eat a bunch and then go to sleep, you're screwed. Instead, drink water, chew gum, brush your teeth. Go to bed!
Speaking of which, get to bed at a reasonable hour. Tired people munch more to stay awake.
Eat breakfast! It gets your body going for the day. If you drink a lot of sugary coffee in the morning, try apples instead. They have good, natural sugars in them that will wake you up just as effectively. Plus, they're healthy and delicious!
Think of different ways to exercise. Ride a bike instead of driving if you can. Go for a run, even if it's short, or more of a jog. Go for walks if you have a bit more time. Play a sport. Throw a frisbee. Anything you can do outside while moving around helps.
Get a DVD workout like P90X or Insanity. You'll have to start slowly (they call it Insanity for a reason), but if you try to follow along as best you can, it does a lot of good for your fitness. I have both of these programs on my laptop, and if you want, PM me and I'll find a way to get them to you. If you want help with it, check out subreddits like /r/loseit, /r/crossfit, etc. Also, look into a YMCA membership (if you're in the USA). They're generally cheaper than gym memberships, and you can still try out almost any activity you want there.
Finally (and most importantly), find someone to hold you accountable for your progress! Talk to your boyfriend about how you're feeling, and why you want to improve. He'll probably say things like "You're perfect the way you are", which is true, I'm sure. But explain that you want to improve yourself, and ask him to help you do it. He can help you track your progress, remind you to make healthy decisions, even work out with you. It's much easier to do things like go to a gym, do a home workout, or eat right if someone is relying on you to do so.
Geez, this turned out way longer than I meant it to. If you want, PM me and we can chat about how to make progress and such. I'm no pro, but I'm improving with these things. You can do it! Good luck :)
TL;DR Drink water, eat some good food, slip in some exercise when you can, and find someone to keep their eye on you. You can do it if you set your mind to it.
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offmychest
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t5_2ranw
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cc4icfo
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I have the same problem. I have so much going on, that I have to squeeze in junky meals fairly often, and I don't have time to go all the way to the gym on my college campus. I've gained wait recently too, and I'm feeling the same way about it (although I don't have a vagina).
Here's what I'm doing to try to improve:
Stop drinking soda. It's actually pretty easy to do, and I used to drink A LOT of soda. Get water. Get juice. Get milk. But no soda. I still drink it maybe once or twice a week, but not every day like I used to.
Drink tons of water. Water is REALLY good for you. It keeps you healthy, decreases hunger, and helps your metabolism.
Stay away from fast food if you can. Fast food is easy, but bad for you. Check out /r/EatCheapAndHealthy for ideas on how to make healthy stuff without a lot of cost. Eggs are cheap, delicious, versatile, and very healthy. I freaking love eggs. Also, if you need a fast meal on the go, get Subway. It's healthier than McDonald's or Taco Bell, and you get your veggies and stuff too.
Start doing random exercising. This summer I sat behind a desk for 9 hours a day, 5 days a week. No exercise. It sucked. So what I started doing is throwing in simple stuff, like push-ups or jumping jacks, whenever I think of it. At work, if I'm getting restless, I'll drop and do 15 pushups in my cubicle (unless my boss is sitting at his desk right across from me). At home, when I need a break from homework or any time at all, 50 jumping jacks. 15 push ups. Anything. Build up from what you're able to do right now. It's awesome that over time, you can feel yourself getting stronger.
DO NOT, I repeat DO NOT eat a bunch before bed. This was my biggest problem. I always get hungry late at night, but if you eat a bunch and then go to sleep, you're screwed. Instead, drink water, chew gum, brush your teeth. Go to bed!
Speaking of which, get to bed at a reasonable hour. Tired people munch more to stay awake.
Eat breakfast! It gets your body going for the day. If you drink a lot of sugary coffee in the morning, try apples instead. They have good, natural sugars in them that will wake you up just as effectively. Plus, they're healthy and delicious!
Think of different ways to exercise. Ride a bike instead of driving if you can. Go for a run, even if it's short, or more of a jog. Go for walks if you have a bit more time. Play a sport. Throw a frisbee. Anything you can do outside while moving around helps.
Get a DVD workout like P90X or Insanity. You'll have to start slowly (they call it Insanity for a reason), but if you try to follow along as best you can, it does a lot of good for your fitness. I have both of these programs on my laptop, and if you want, PM me and I'll find a way to get them to you. If you want help with it, check out subreddits like /r/loseit, /r/crossfit, etc. Also, look into a YMCA membership (if you're in the USA). They're generally cheaper than gym memberships, and you can still try out almost any activity you want there.
Finally (and most importantly), find someone to hold you accountable for your progress! Talk to your boyfriend about how you're feeling, and why you want to improve. He'll probably say things like "You're perfect the way you are", which is true, I'm sure. But explain that you want to improve yourself, and ask him to help you do it. He can help you track your progress, remind you to make healthy decisions, even work out with you. It's much easier to do things like go to a gym, do a home workout, or eat right if someone is relying on you to do so.
Geez, this turned out way longer than I meant it to. If you want, PM me and we can chat about how to make progress and such. I'm no pro, but I'm improving with these things. You can do it! Good luck :)
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Drink water, eat some good food, slip in some exercise when you can, and find someone to keep their eye on you. You can do it if you set your mind to it.
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CrucifixD
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IDK about the new SW:BF, but I was kinda disappointed by BF3. It missed that something for me. It was fun for a while, but it was a bit arcade-y for me. So, I ended up playing more of the buggy as hell ArmA 2. I am very excited about ArmA 3, but IDK about BF4, honestly. I am sure the DLC count won't decrease at all. And AFAIK, there were no major gameplay changes.
TL;DR: I like tactical games, and ArmA is where it's at currently, for me at least.
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IDK about the new SW:BF, but I was kinda disappointed by BF3. It missed that something for me. It was fun for a while, but it was a bit arcade-y for me. So, I ended up playing more of the buggy as hell ArmA 2. I am very excited about ArmA 3, but IDK about BF4, honestly. I am sure the DLC count won't decrease at all. And AFAIK, there were no major gameplay changes.
TL;DR: I like tactical games, and ArmA is where it's at currently, for me at least.
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DotA2
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t5_2s580
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cc4ta2j
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IDK about the new SW:BF, but I was kinda disappointed by BF3. It missed that something for me. It was fun for a while, but it was a bit arcade-y for me. So, I ended up playing more of the buggy as hell ArmA 2. I am very excited about ArmA 3, but IDK about BF4, honestly. I am sure the DLC count won't decrease at all. And AFAIK, there were no major gameplay changes.
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I like tactical games, and ArmA is where it's at currently, for me at least.
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rocketpastsix
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Ive had two not so great experiences. The first was not totally their fault, so I kept an open mind. At GearTalk Atlanta back in May or June(whenever it was), JHS was a vendor there, which was awesome. Ive seen a lot of their pedals online, but theres no dealer by me for their stuff so I dont get a chance to try anything out. Well, they werent very helpful when I was at their booth at GearTalk. I would walk up, and they would just kinda stare, not be outreaching with people. To their defense and why I wasnt so hard on them at first was that GearTalk was LOUD. There was no separation of booths. It was all open, so if I wanted to try out some JHS pedals, I was competing with the guy at Goodsell trying an amp, the guy at Risen amps testing one out and the guy at Rawkworks trying out a pedal. It was a headache. So I understand why it was hard for them to be outreaching, but even still they made very little effort to make me want to buy their pedal.
Well, I found out they would be at Nashville's Amp Expo. I was super excited, and at GearTalk they highlighted the fact that the expo would be in a hotel, and each vendor got their own room. We get there, and look around, we worked each floor, visiting just about every room. We got to JHS and they had one of the suite rooms, with three amps and boards. Two of them were their own pedals, and one was a board that had pedals they modded from Boss and others. When I walked into their room, one board and amp was open so I walked over, and the guys standing there didnt make any effort to help me, I had to go to them and ask questions. And instead of helping me further, they just stood there. And that was with two other guys in the room with me. I took as they think their pedals sell themselves and they dont need to make an effort to connect with people. On a side note, although its not required, they had no markdown on their pedals. Not that it was a deal breaker, but it made me think twice. Everyone else in the expo was offering at least a little markdown on their gear as a reward for people making the effort to come to the show.
On the other hand, Mojo Hand FX and Earthquaker Devices were both absolutely amazing in terms of customer service and answering questions. Because of their efforts, I bought a pedal from each. Funny enough, unlike my friend who immediately bought two Earthquaker Devices pedals, I said I would wait until at least the end of the day, if not the next morning, to make a purchase. And when we got to the hotel, we talked about it, and one of the things that made me definite about buying the phaser from Mojo Hand was how attentive the guys were when I was in their room. I have since messaged both of those companies on Facebook to tell them how awesome it was and how happy I was to purchase their gear.
TL;DR JHS guys tend to be douchey and arrogant.
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Ive had two not so great experiences. The first was not totally their fault, so I kept an open mind. At GearTalk Atlanta back in May or June(whenever it was), JHS was a vendor there, which was awesome. Ive seen a lot of their pedals online, but theres no dealer by me for their stuff so I dont get a chance to try anything out. Well, they werent very helpful when I was at their booth at GearTalk. I would walk up, and they would just kinda stare, not be outreaching with people. To their defense and why I wasnt so hard on them at first was that GearTalk was LOUD. There was no separation of booths. It was all open, so if I wanted to try out some JHS pedals, I was competing with the guy at Goodsell trying an amp, the guy at Risen amps testing one out and the guy at Rawkworks trying out a pedal. It was a headache. So I understand why it was hard for them to be outreaching, but even still they made very little effort to make me want to buy their pedal.
Well, I found out they would be at Nashville's Amp Expo. I was super excited, and at GearTalk they highlighted the fact that the expo would be in a hotel, and each vendor got their own room. We get there, and look around, we worked each floor, visiting just about every room. We got to JHS and they had one of the suite rooms, with three amps and boards. Two of them were their own pedals, and one was a board that had pedals they modded from Boss and others. When I walked into their room, one board and amp was open so I walked over, and the guys standing there didnt make any effort to help me, I had to go to them and ask questions. And instead of helping me further, they just stood there. And that was with two other guys in the room with me. I took as they think their pedals sell themselves and they dont need to make an effort to connect with people. On a side note, although its not required, they had no markdown on their pedals. Not that it was a deal breaker, but it made me think twice. Everyone else in the expo was offering at least a little markdown on their gear as a reward for people making the effort to come to the show.
On the other hand, Mojo Hand FX and Earthquaker Devices were both absolutely amazing in terms of customer service and answering questions. Because of their efforts, I bought a pedal from each. Funny enough, unlike my friend who immediately bought two Earthquaker Devices pedals, I said I would wait until at least the end of the day, if not the next morning, to make a purchase. And when we got to the hotel, we talked about it, and one of the things that made me definite about buying the phaser from Mojo Hand was how attentive the guys were when I was in their room. I have since messaged both of those companies on Facebook to tell them how awesome it was and how happy I was to purchase their gear.
TL;DR JHS guys tend to be douchey and arrogant.
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guitarpedals
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t5_2r0bp
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cc58ngz
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Ive had two not so great experiences. The first was not totally their fault, so I kept an open mind. At GearTalk Atlanta back in May or June(whenever it was), JHS was a vendor there, which was awesome. Ive seen a lot of their pedals online, but theres no dealer by me for their stuff so I dont get a chance to try anything out. Well, they werent very helpful when I was at their booth at GearTalk. I would walk up, and they would just kinda stare, not be outreaching with people. To their defense and why I wasnt so hard on them at first was that GearTalk was LOUD. There was no separation of booths. It was all open, so if I wanted to try out some JHS pedals, I was competing with the guy at Goodsell trying an amp, the guy at Risen amps testing one out and the guy at Rawkworks trying out a pedal. It was a headache. So I understand why it was hard for them to be outreaching, but even still they made very little effort to make me want to buy their pedal.
Well, I found out they would be at Nashville's Amp Expo. I was super excited, and at GearTalk they highlighted the fact that the expo would be in a hotel, and each vendor got their own room. We get there, and look around, we worked each floor, visiting just about every room. We got to JHS and they had one of the suite rooms, with three amps and boards. Two of them were their own pedals, and one was a board that had pedals they modded from Boss and others. When I walked into their room, one board and amp was open so I walked over, and the guys standing there didnt make any effort to help me, I had to go to them and ask questions. And instead of helping me further, they just stood there. And that was with two other guys in the room with me. I took as they think their pedals sell themselves and they dont need to make an effort to connect with people. On a side note, although its not required, they had no markdown on their pedals. Not that it was a deal breaker, but it made me think twice. Everyone else in the expo was offering at least a little markdown on their gear as a reward for people making the effort to come to the show.
On the other hand, Mojo Hand FX and Earthquaker Devices were both absolutely amazing in terms of customer service and answering questions. Because of their efforts, I bought a pedal from each. Funny enough, unlike my friend who immediately bought two Earthquaker Devices pedals, I said I would wait until at least the end of the day, if not the next morning, to make a purchase. And when we got to the hotel, we talked about it, and one of the things that made me definite about buying the phaser from Mojo Hand was how attentive the guys were when I was in their room. I have since messaged both of those companies on Facebook to tell them how awesome it was and how happy I was to purchase their gear.
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JHS guys tend to be douchey and arrogant.
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Slick_Road
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About a year ago, when my contract was up with my iphone 4, I didn't renew. I got a Karma personal wifi hotspot which I carry around for when I'm not at work, at home, or somewhere else where there is wifi, and I use google voice/Talkatone so my calls are not metered. The hotspot was 100 bucks and included 1 gig of data. I top it up about once every 2 months for 15 bucks for another gig.
TL;dr fully working iphone for about 10 bucks a month.
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About a year ago, when my contract was up with my iphone 4, I didn't renew. I got a Karma personal wifi hotspot which I carry around for when I'm not at work, at home, or somewhere else where there is wifi, and I use google voice/Talkatone so my calls are not metered. The hotspot was 100 bucks and included 1 gig of data. I top it up about once every 2 months for 15 bucks for another gig.
TL;dr fully working iphone for about 10 bucks a month.
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AdviceAnimals
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t5_2s7tt
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cc5epkk
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About a year ago, when my contract was up with my iphone 4, I didn't renew. I got a Karma personal wifi hotspot which I carry around for when I'm not at work, at home, or somewhere else where there is wifi, and I use google voice/Talkatone so my calls are not metered. The hotspot was 100 bucks and included 1 gig of data. I top it up about once every 2 months for 15 bucks for another gig.
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fully working iphone for about 10 bucks a month.
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csyuppie
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Yes, but then you have to live in the midwest. I grew up in the midwest. Spent 28 years of my life there (St. Louis mostly, which is a fine city if you want to raise kids/have a family).
I've lived in LA for a year and a half now. I never want to move back to the midwest (except for perhaps Chicago). I can't earn the kind of money I do here (the cost of living is higher, naturally, but the pay is way more so it more than makes up for it). I can't go to the beach. Or the mountains.
tl;dr: the midwest is great if you have kids, but if you want to have a life outside of kids, I'd rather pay more to live on the coasts than waste my time in the midwest.
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Yes, but then you have to live in the midwest. I grew up in the midwest. Spent 28 years of my life there (St. Louis mostly, which is a fine city if you want to raise kids/have a family).
I've lived in LA for a year and a half now. I never want to move back to the midwest (except for perhaps Chicago). I can't earn the kind of money I do here (the cost of living is higher, naturally, but the pay is way more so it more than makes up for it). I can't go to the beach. Or the mountains.
tl;dr: the midwest is great if you have kids, but if you want to have a life outside of kids, I'd rather pay more to live on the coasts than waste my time in the midwest.
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personalfinance
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t5_2qstm
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cc69aja
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Yes, but then you have to live in the midwest. I grew up in the midwest. Spent 28 years of my life there (St. Louis mostly, which is a fine city if you want to raise kids/have a family).
I've lived in LA for a year and a half now. I never want to move back to the midwest (except for perhaps Chicago). I can't earn the kind of money I do here (the cost of living is higher, naturally, but the pay is way more so it more than makes up for it). I can't go to the beach. Or the mountains.
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the midwest is great if you have kids, but if you want to have a life outside of kids, I'd rather pay more to live on the coasts than waste my time in the midwest.
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aredditorsgf
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**Quickie first impressions review of my Benefit Stay Flawless 15hr Primer.**
Right off the bat, I'll tell you that I'm not a huge fan of Benefit. Their products aren't terrible but they're overpriced considering the packaging is usually pretty cheap. I heard a lot of buzz about this and saw a few reviews so I figured I'd give it a shot, I was on the market for a new primer anyway.
You've probably heard this a million times, but I'll quickly go over the application of this primer since it's pretty specific. The product comes in the form of a glue stick basically, and with your foundation ready to go on your hand/a clean surface, you swipe the primer through your t-zone - down the forehead and nose, sides of the nose and chin. Basically everywhere that pores are most visible. Right away, start blending your foundation in on your t-zone before working it out. If you let the primer set for too long, it'll make your foundation super cakey when you blend it.
First thing I noticed is that I used significantly less foundation. Because of the rush to blend into my t-zone, I picked up a normal amount of foundation on my brush (I use a RT Multi Task Brush) but ended up using that amount on almost my entire face rather than a cheek. A little bit on the neck to blend and I was done.
Second thing I noticed is that my pores looked like they were airbrushed off of my face. I've never seen my skin looking so even and smooth just from a primer. Like... that's all I have to say about that. It looked great.
Lastly, the lasting power. I'm typically pretty oily through the t-zone and by the end of the day, I have quite a bit of shine. With this primer, my skin was significantly less shiny. Even before I didn't mind the bit of shine I had, so now it's not even a concern. I also noticed my foundation looked a lot more flawless than usual at that hour. No patchiness in my foundation.
So overall, I really like it! I found it made my skin more smooth, and kept my foundation on really well. As long as you blend quickly, you should be good to go. I guess you could say I... *stayed flawless.* I'll show myself out.
TL;DR - I like it, 10/10 would recommend.
The foundation I used was a couple of MAC Studio Fix Fluids mixed together.
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Quickie first impressions review of my Benefit Stay Flawless 15hr Primer.
Right off the bat, I'll tell you that I'm not a huge fan of Benefit. Their products aren't terrible but they're overpriced considering the packaging is usually pretty cheap. I heard a lot of buzz about this and saw a few reviews so I figured I'd give it a shot, I was on the market for a new primer anyway.
You've probably heard this a million times, but I'll quickly go over the application of this primer since it's pretty specific. The product comes in the form of a glue stick basically, and with your foundation ready to go on your hand/a clean surface, you swipe the primer through your t-zone - down the forehead and nose, sides of the nose and chin. Basically everywhere that pores are most visible. Right away, start blending your foundation in on your t-zone before working it out. If you let the primer set for too long, it'll make your foundation super cakey when you blend it.
First thing I noticed is that I used significantly less foundation. Because of the rush to blend into my t-zone, I picked up a normal amount of foundation on my brush (I use a RT Multi Task Brush) but ended up using that amount on almost my entire face rather than a cheek. A little bit on the neck to blend and I was done.
Second thing I noticed is that my pores looked like they were airbrushed off of my face. I've never seen my skin looking so even and smooth just from a primer. Like... that's all I have to say about that. It looked great.
Lastly, the lasting power. I'm typically pretty oily through the t-zone and by the end of the day, I have quite a bit of shine. With this primer, my skin was significantly less shiny. Even before I didn't mind the bit of shine I had, so now it's not even a concern. I also noticed my foundation looked a lot more flawless than usual at that hour. No patchiness in my foundation.
So overall, I really like it! I found it made my skin more smooth, and kept my foundation on really well. As long as you blend quickly, you should be good to go. I guess you could say I... stayed flawless. I'll show myself out.
TL;DR - I like it, 10/10 would recommend.
The foundation I used was a couple of MAC Studio Fix Fluids mixed together.
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MakeupAddicts
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t5_2xwgx
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cc5id4j
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Quickie first impressions review of my Benefit Stay Flawless 15hr Primer.
Right off the bat, I'll tell you that I'm not a huge fan of Benefit. Their products aren't terrible but they're overpriced considering the packaging is usually pretty cheap. I heard a lot of buzz about this and saw a few reviews so I figured I'd give it a shot, I was on the market for a new primer anyway.
You've probably heard this a million times, but I'll quickly go over the application of this primer since it's pretty specific. The product comes in the form of a glue stick basically, and with your foundation ready to go on your hand/a clean surface, you swipe the primer through your t-zone - down the forehead and nose, sides of the nose and chin. Basically everywhere that pores are most visible. Right away, start blending your foundation in on your t-zone before working it out. If you let the primer set for too long, it'll make your foundation super cakey when you blend it.
First thing I noticed is that I used significantly less foundation. Because of the rush to blend into my t-zone, I picked up a normal amount of foundation on my brush (I use a RT Multi Task Brush) but ended up using that amount on almost my entire face rather than a cheek. A little bit on the neck to blend and I was done.
Second thing I noticed is that my pores looked like they were airbrushed off of my face. I've never seen my skin looking so even and smooth just from a primer. Like... that's all I have to say about that. It looked great.
Lastly, the lasting power. I'm typically pretty oily through the t-zone and by the end of the day, I have quite a bit of shine. With this primer, my skin was significantly less shiny. Even before I didn't mind the bit of shine I had, so now it's not even a concern. I also noticed my foundation looked a lot more flawless than usual at that hour. No patchiness in my foundation.
So overall, I really like it! I found it made my skin more smooth, and kept my foundation on really well. As long as you blend quickly, you should be good to go. I guess you could say I... stayed flawless. I'll show myself out.
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I like it, 10/10 would recommend.
The foundation I used was a couple of MAC Studio Fix Fluids mixed together.
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POOPYFACEface
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High waisted cuts look horrible on me because I'm basically stick straight from top to bottom and they just make me look like I have zero waist.
They're so not "in" but I'm going to wear my super duper low rise jeans (which you can't even buy *anywhere* anymore) until they fall to pieces. You're lucky with the style right now, so embrace it while you can. Keep wearing your high waist stuff when those go back out of style and we'll call it even. Better to look dated but good than trendy and bad.
Tl;Dr: I think you should wear what you think makes you look good, and not GAF.
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High waisted cuts look horrible on me because I'm basically stick straight from top to bottom and they just make me look like I have zero waist.
They're so not "in" but I'm going to wear my super duper low rise jeans (which you can't even buy anywhere anymore) until they fall to pieces. You're lucky with the style right now, so embrace it while you can. Keep wearing your high waist stuff when those go back out of style and we'll call it even. Better to look dated but good than trendy and bad.
Tl;Dr: I think you should wear what you think makes you look good, and not GAF.
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femalefashionadvice
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t5_2s8o5
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cc5t3zi
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High waisted cuts look horrible on me because I'm basically stick straight from top to bottom and they just make me look like I have zero waist.
They're so not "in" but I'm going to wear my super duper low rise jeans (which you can't even buy anywhere anymore) until they fall to pieces. You're lucky with the style right now, so embrace it while you can. Keep wearing your high waist stuff when those go back out of style and we'll call it even. Better to look dated but good than trendy and bad.
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I think you should wear what you think makes you look good, and not GAF.
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momzill
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As a woman in her 50's, I can tell you that I was never a big fan of the 'man must pay for everything' philosophy. I saw no reason for that. Ironically, I'd had a few situations when I would get offended because the man insisted on paying after I offered to pay (to the point of making a scene if I didn't back down.) This is just my opinion and I'm not pushing it on anyone, but I concluded that if we both work and the man is paying for everything, everywhere we go, it removes me from a level playing field. I am always up front about it. Point blank will inform him on the first date that we're splitting the bill. If somehow it doesn't work out that way, I make sure we take turns. Entrance fees to an event? I just shove my share of the money into his hand and leave no room for debate. Don't get me wrong, after we're dating for a while, if he wants to cook me dinner at his place, I don't offer to pay for half of that, but I make sure to reciprocate.
Why am I going on and on about this without answering your question yet? Well, here's why. I think you need to decide for yourself what type of relationship you want. My best friend wanted to be a housewife and to be the best she could be - and she was! She did not pursue an education further than high school and her goal was to get married very early - and she did. But while she was dating, she did not have money to split the bill because she was unemployed. Her dates had to pay for everything and that was fine. She found a husband and they had a very traditional-role type of marriage. The husband was the bread winner and she took care of everything at home/kids. That worked for them (for a while - but that's another story.) That would not work with someone like me. I chose to have a career and in my long-term, live together relationships, we split the **decisions, bills and housework** - all of it.
I'm not claiming that one way is better than the other, it's just to show that there are different types of women (and men) looking for different 'styles' of relationships (marriages.)
Once you determine what type of relationship is your preference, you may find the answer to your question easier to implement.
tl;dr
Pay attention to details and choice of words coming out of your date's mouth. Use terminology like "Hey, want to share a dinner?" "Want to share a day at the amusement park?" and so on. Be upfront before you make the dinner plans. "Dutch treat dinner?" Someone like me would respond with "I wouldn't have it any other way," unless I had no money at that moment in which case I would be upfront about that as well. "I can't at this time, okay we take turns?"
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As a woman in her 50's, I can tell you that I was never a big fan of the 'man must pay for everything' philosophy. I saw no reason for that. Ironically, I'd had a few situations when I would get offended because the man insisted on paying after I offered to pay (to the point of making a scene if I didn't back down.) This is just my opinion and I'm not pushing it on anyone, but I concluded that if we both work and the man is paying for everything, everywhere we go, it removes me from a level playing field. I am always up front about it. Point blank will inform him on the first date that we're splitting the bill. If somehow it doesn't work out that way, I make sure we take turns. Entrance fees to an event? I just shove my share of the money into his hand and leave no room for debate. Don't get me wrong, after we're dating for a while, if he wants to cook me dinner at his place, I don't offer to pay for half of that, but I make sure to reciprocate.
Why am I going on and on about this without answering your question yet? Well, here's why. I think you need to decide for yourself what type of relationship you want. My best friend wanted to be a housewife and to be the best she could be - and she was! She did not pursue an education further than high school and her goal was to get married very early - and she did. But while she was dating, she did not have money to split the bill because she was unemployed. Her dates had to pay for everything and that was fine. She found a husband and they had a very traditional-role type of marriage. The husband was the bread winner and she took care of everything at home/kids. That worked for them (for a while - but that's another story.) That would not work with someone like me. I chose to have a career and in my long-term, live together relationships, we split the decisions, bills and housework - all of it.
I'm not claiming that one way is better than the other, it's just to show that there are different types of women (and men) looking for different 'styles' of relationships (marriages.)
Once you determine what type of relationship is your preference, you may find the answer to your question easier to implement.
tl;dr
Pay attention to details and choice of words coming out of your date's mouth. Use terminology like "Hey, want to share a dinner?" "Want to share a day at the amusement park?" and so on. Be upfront before you make the dinner plans. "Dutch treat dinner?" Someone like me would respond with "I wouldn't have it any other way," unless I had no money at that moment in which case I would be upfront about that as well. "I can't at this time, okay we take turns?"
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AskWomen
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t5_2rxrw
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cc649z4
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As a woman in her 50's, I can tell you that I was never a big fan of the 'man must pay for everything' philosophy. I saw no reason for that. Ironically, I'd had a few situations when I would get offended because the man insisted on paying after I offered to pay (to the point of making a scene if I didn't back down.) This is just my opinion and I'm not pushing it on anyone, but I concluded that if we both work and the man is paying for everything, everywhere we go, it removes me from a level playing field. I am always up front about it. Point blank will inform him on the first date that we're splitting the bill. If somehow it doesn't work out that way, I make sure we take turns. Entrance fees to an event? I just shove my share of the money into his hand and leave no room for debate. Don't get me wrong, after we're dating for a while, if he wants to cook me dinner at his place, I don't offer to pay for half of that, but I make sure to reciprocate.
Why am I going on and on about this without answering your question yet? Well, here's why. I think you need to decide for yourself what type of relationship you want. My best friend wanted to be a housewife and to be the best she could be - and she was! She did not pursue an education further than high school and her goal was to get married very early - and she did. But while she was dating, she did not have money to split the bill because she was unemployed. Her dates had to pay for everything and that was fine. She found a husband and they had a very traditional-role type of marriage. The husband was the bread winner and she took care of everything at home/kids. That worked for them (for a while - but that's another story.) That would not work with someone like me. I chose to have a career and in my long-term, live together relationships, we split the decisions, bills and housework - all of it.
I'm not claiming that one way is better than the other, it's just to show that there are different types of women (and men) looking for different 'styles' of relationships (marriages.)
Once you determine what type of relationship is your preference, you may find the answer to your question easier to implement.
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Pay attention to details and choice of words coming out of your date's mouth. Use terminology like "Hey, want to share a dinner?" "Want to share a day at the amusement park?" and so on. Be upfront before you make the dinner plans. "Dutch treat dinner?" Someone like me would respond with "I wouldn't have it any other way," unless I had no money at that moment in which case I would be upfront about that as well. "I can't at this time, okay we take turns?"
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RossTheRed
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I went to an all guy high school and we had a sister school that we did things with like dances, plays, events, etc. So having all of two female friends (even in HS I was a foul bachelor tadpole) my sophomore year I sign up for the Drama club because two of my friends are in it and I heard that it was fun. Overall, it wasn't bad, however I met this girl one year older that one of my she-bro's introduced me to. She was pleasant, fairly sweet, and she played the Oboe, and I myself being a former clarinet player, enjoyed what she had to say about it. So now, I feel the need to point that outside of a few cases, I'm pretty bad with women, especially as a super hormonal teenager, so I do what every other stupid kid in high school kid tries to do and seem super interested in what she has to say. So at one point, where I feltl decently comfortable talking to her, she tells me she likes to write, so naturally I'm all like "Ooh, that's cool, have you written anything cool?"
So she shows me this fuckin' three or four page short story about a girl who goes around either graverobbin' or murdering men and scavenging their limbs/organs/etc in order to build the perfect man or some shit like that. Now of course this is this is a high brow fuckin' epic here so she hasn't found the right dick for her Frankenstein-senpai and I guess the rest of the story would have revolved around finding the right corpse-dick for her Man-nequinn or something. Anyway, I use up all my willpower to not gag, and also to hide the boner I have from a girl sharing something so fuckin' out there and private with me. Now, mind you, I'm not sure if there is a signal, but I thought that at the point where you share a story that could pass for a Porno of Frankenstein screenplay, I was allowed to hit on you.
So it's the day of the play now, some show about a boy who died by accident because his car stalled in the garage and got trapped inside, now his ghost haunts the place, and she's with one of her friends and I'm with one of my friends, and having usually been the timid guy who tries not to be noticed, I decided to change things up because this chick really liked my sense of humor and I thought she was funny too. Mind you she has the mouth of a sailor so whatever, I didn't think there was a line. I'm making sleazy remarks at her, but I'm talking about *over the top, Johnny Bravo style, bad lines!* The one I remember is that she's talking about how her brother always beats her at wrestling and I interject "*Hey, I'll wrestle with you.*" Her friends laughing, mine is too, and I'm standing there with a big shit eating grin. Now, I see that she's not really laughing or anything and I figure maybe she's nervous about the show or whatever so I ask my body to cover my part of the stage while she's in between scenes and ask if anything's wrong and she just fucking snaps at me like I was a goddamn rapists or some shit. Right out in the goddamn hallway, no volume control whatsoever. I'm stunned, like the two people in the hallway at that time are stunned but thank God I know one of them so they were just confused knowing I'm not like that. She gives me the dirtiest fucking look I've ever been shot and the rest of the night I'm just chillin' with my friend talking about how confusing women are.
**TL:DR** - Tried to be an Alpha male after crazy chick shared a story about looking for the right dick. End up the bad guy and shunned by a large social group of women at my school's sister school.
PS. We're both anime/comic/VG fans and we both go to the same fucking convention, so on multiple times I get the same dirty look just in case I forget. Thankfully, it's way easier to not take it as seriously when she's dressed as a cat.
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I went to an all guy high school and we had a sister school that we did things with like dances, plays, events, etc. So having all of two female friends (even in HS I was a foul bachelor tadpole) my sophomore year I sign up for the Drama club because two of my friends are in it and I heard that it was fun. Overall, it wasn't bad, however I met this girl one year older that one of my she-bro's introduced me to. She was pleasant, fairly sweet, and she played the Oboe, and I myself being a former clarinet player, enjoyed what she had to say about it. So now, I feel the need to point that outside of a few cases, I'm pretty bad with women, especially as a super hormonal teenager, so I do what every other stupid kid in high school kid tries to do and seem super interested in what she has to say. So at one point, where I feltl decently comfortable talking to her, she tells me she likes to write, so naturally I'm all like "Ooh, that's cool, have you written anything cool?"
So she shows me this fuckin' three or four page short story about a girl who goes around either graverobbin' or murdering men and scavenging their limbs/organs/etc in order to build the perfect man or some shit like that. Now of course this is this is a high brow fuckin' epic here so she hasn't found the right dick for her Frankenstein-senpai and I guess the rest of the story would have revolved around finding the right corpse-dick for her Man-nequinn or something. Anyway, I use up all my willpower to not gag, and also to hide the boner I have from a girl sharing something so fuckin' out there and private with me. Now, mind you, I'm not sure if there is a signal, but I thought that at the point where you share a story that could pass for a Porno of Frankenstein screenplay, I was allowed to hit on you.
So it's the day of the play now, some show about a boy who died by accident because his car stalled in the garage and got trapped inside, now his ghost haunts the place, and she's with one of her friends and I'm with one of my friends, and having usually been the timid guy who tries not to be noticed, I decided to change things up because this chick really liked my sense of humor and I thought she was funny too. Mind you she has the mouth of a sailor so whatever, I didn't think there was a line. I'm making sleazy remarks at her, but I'm talking about over the top, Johnny Bravo style, bad lines! The one I remember is that she's talking about how her brother always beats her at wrestling and I interject " Hey, I'll wrestle with you. " Her friends laughing, mine is too, and I'm standing there with a big shit eating grin. Now, I see that she's not really laughing or anything and I figure maybe she's nervous about the show or whatever so I ask my body to cover my part of the stage while she's in between scenes and ask if anything's wrong and she just fucking snaps at me like I was a goddamn rapists or some shit. Right out in the goddamn hallway, no volume control whatsoever. I'm stunned, like the two people in the hallway at that time are stunned but thank God I know one of them so they were just confused knowing I'm not like that. She gives me the dirtiest fucking look I've ever been shot and the rest of the night I'm just chillin' with my friend talking about how confusing women are.
TL:DR - Tried to be an Alpha male after crazy chick shared a story about looking for the right dick. End up the bad guy and shunned by a large social group of women at my school's sister school.
PS. We're both anime/comic/VG fans and we both go to the same fucking convention, so on multiple times I get the same dirty look just in case I forget. Thankfully, it's way easier to not take it as seriously when she's dressed as a cat.
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AskReddit
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t5_2qh1i
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cc5ow56
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I went to an all guy high school and we had a sister school that we did things with like dances, plays, events, etc. So having all of two female friends (even in HS I was a foul bachelor tadpole) my sophomore year I sign up for the Drama club because two of my friends are in it and I heard that it was fun. Overall, it wasn't bad, however I met this girl one year older that one of my she-bro's introduced me to. She was pleasant, fairly sweet, and she played the Oboe, and I myself being a former clarinet player, enjoyed what she had to say about it. So now, I feel the need to point that outside of a few cases, I'm pretty bad with women, especially as a super hormonal teenager, so I do what every other stupid kid in high school kid tries to do and seem super interested in what she has to say. So at one point, where I feltl decently comfortable talking to her, she tells me she likes to write, so naturally I'm all like "Ooh, that's cool, have you written anything cool?"
So she shows me this fuckin' three or four page short story about a girl who goes around either graverobbin' or murdering men and scavenging their limbs/organs/etc in order to build the perfect man or some shit like that. Now of course this is this is a high brow fuckin' epic here so she hasn't found the right dick for her Frankenstein-senpai and I guess the rest of the story would have revolved around finding the right corpse-dick for her Man-nequinn or something. Anyway, I use up all my willpower to not gag, and also to hide the boner I have from a girl sharing something so fuckin' out there and private with me. Now, mind you, I'm not sure if there is a signal, but I thought that at the point where you share a story that could pass for a Porno of Frankenstein screenplay, I was allowed to hit on you.
So it's the day of the play now, some show about a boy who died by accident because his car stalled in the garage and got trapped inside, now his ghost haunts the place, and she's with one of her friends and I'm with one of my friends, and having usually been the timid guy who tries not to be noticed, I decided to change things up because this chick really liked my sense of humor and I thought she was funny too. Mind you she has the mouth of a sailor so whatever, I didn't think there was a line. I'm making sleazy remarks at her, but I'm talking about over the top, Johnny Bravo style, bad lines! The one I remember is that she's talking about how her brother always beats her at wrestling and I interject " Hey, I'll wrestle with you. " Her friends laughing, mine is too, and I'm standing there with a big shit eating grin. Now, I see that she's not really laughing or anything and I figure maybe she's nervous about the show or whatever so I ask my body to cover my part of the stage while she's in between scenes and ask if anything's wrong and she just fucking snaps at me like I was a goddamn rapists or some shit. Right out in the goddamn hallway, no volume control whatsoever. I'm stunned, like the two people in the hallway at that time are stunned but thank God I know one of them so they were just confused knowing I'm not like that. She gives me the dirtiest fucking look I've ever been shot and the rest of the night I'm just chillin' with my friend talking about how confusing women are.
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Tried to be an Alpha male after crazy chick shared a story about looking for the right dick. End up the bad guy and shunned by a large social group of women at my school's sister school.
PS. We're both anime/comic/VG fans and we both go to the same fucking convention, so on multiple times I get the same dirty look just in case I forget. Thankfully, it's way easier to not take it as seriously when she's dressed as a cat.
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LSatyreD
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You say you do catering, I don't know how frequently you cater but if it's a decent amount start taking notes. How many people, how much you bought, how much was plated, and how much was thrown out. Be detailed about it if you want meaningful data.
If you do catering as more of an on-the-side thing and aren't serving people regularly you may just want to start using google before hand. IIRC the CIA's recommendation is 3 parts protein to 1 part side, you'll need to vary it based on *what* the side actually is; that is, serving mashed potatoes and asparagus you can put more on the plate than if it were a curry/peanut stuffed pepper, you get the idea. Sauces should be enough to have some with each bite. Though to be honest I'm probably remembering half of that wrong, do some research.
**tl;dr** take notes
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You say you do catering, I don't know how frequently you cater but if it's a decent amount start taking notes. How many people, how much you bought, how much was plated, and how much was thrown out. Be detailed about it if you want meaningful data.
If you do catering as more of an on-the-side thing and aren't serving people regularly you may just want to start using google before hand. IIRC the CIA's recommendation is 3 parts protein to 1 part side, you'll need to vary it based on what the side actually is; that is, serving mashed potatoes and asparagus you can put more on the plate than if it were a curry/peanut stuffed pepper, you get the idea. Sauces should be enough to have some with each bite. Though to be honest I'm probably remembering half of that wrong, do some research.
tl;dr take notes
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KitchenConfidential
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t5_2sa8b
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cc5xi9i
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You say you do catering, I don't know how frequently you cater but if it's a decent amount start taking notes. How many people, how much you bought, how much was plated, and how much was thrown out. Be detailed about it if you want meaningful data.
If you do catering as more of an on-the-side thing and aren't serving people regularly you may just want to start using google before hand. IIRC the CIA's recommendation is 3 parts protein to 1 part side, you'll need to vary it based on what the side actually is; that is, serving mashed potatoes and asparagus you can put more on the plate than if it were a curry/peanut stuffed pepper, you get the idea. Sauces should be enough to have some with each bite. Though to be honest I'm probably remembering half of that wrong, do some research.
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take notes
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yudayajin
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I don't support what United Fruit Company did to workers, the environment, or citizens. However, the title of the post is factually incorrect. Import duties on bananas have always been zero regardless of who controlled Guatemala.
Prior to the current Harmonized Tariff Schedule of the United States (which also has bananas at a rate of FREE), the United States Tariff Schedule listed bananas as: 146.40 Schedule 1 Part 9 Subpart B. Edible Fruits, Bananas, Fresh or Prepared duty rate FREE. (you can view the 1986 schedule, which was the last schedule prior to the implementation of the modern tariff and which had remained unchanged as far a bananas since 1950, at
Even if there was an import duty on bananas, the United Fruit Company had tremendous lobbying power and could much more easily amend the tariff then fund a coup (particularly since there were no domestic banana producers with standing to contest the administrative process).
So, while United Fruit Company helped install a dictator to fight against the Guatemalan people's desire to not be run by a mega-corporation, it had nothing to do with not wanting to pay the import duties on bananas.
TL;DR: There were no import duties on bananas.
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I don't support what United Fruit Company did to workers, the environment, or citizens. However, the title of the post is factually incorrect. Import duties on bananas have always been zero regardless of who controlled Guatemala.
Prior to the current Harmonized Tariff Schedule of the United States (which also has bananas at a rate of FREE), the United States Tariff Schedule listed bananas as: 146.40 Schedule 1 Part 9 Subpart B. Edible Fruits, Bananas, Fresh or Prepared duty rate FREE. (you can view the 1986 schedule, which was the last schedule prior to the implementation of the modern tariff and which had remained unchanged as far a bananas since 1950, at
Even if there was an import duty on bananas, the United Fruit Company had tremendous lobbying power and could much more easily amend the tariff then fund a coup (particularly since there were no domestic banana producers with standing to contest the administrative process).
So, while United Fruit Company helped install a dictator to fight against the Guatemalan people's desire to not be run by a mega-corporation, it had nothing to do with not wanting to pay the import duties on bananas.
TL;DR: There were no import duties on bananas.
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todayilearned
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t5_2qqjc
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cc6fknz
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I don't support what United Fruit Company did to workers, the environment, or citizens. However, the title of the post is factually incorrect. Import duties on bananas have always been zero regardless of who controlled Guatemala.
Prior to the current Harmonized Tariff Schedule of the United States (which also has bananas at a rate of FREE), the United States Tariff Schedule listed bananas as: 146.40 Schedule 1 Part 9 Subpart B. Edible Fruits, Bananas, Fresh or Prepared duty rate FREE. (you can view the 1986 schedule, which was the last schedule prior to the implementation of the modern tariff and which had remained unchanged as far a bananas since 1950, at
Even if there was an import duty on bananas, the United Fruit Company had tremendous lobbying power and could much more easily amend the tariff then fund a coup (particularly since there were no domestic banana producers with standing to contest the administrative process).
So, while United Fruit Company helped install a dictator to fight against the Guatemalan people's desire to not be run by a mega-corporation, it had nothing to do with not wanting to pay the import duties on bananas.
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There were no import duties on bananas.
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Audiophial
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> stop forcing people to accept it as a healthier alternative
I'm afraid I can't do that, Dave. Considering the fact that the electronic cigarette, and by extension the advanced personal vaporizer, was invented as a reduced harm alternative to smoking, I'm going to continue to see it as such--this was its intended purpose, after all.
The other points, I am in full agreement on. Just because we're feeling shiny thanks to our new shiny things doesn't mean we get to be all high and mighty about it. We're (hopefully) making the safe choice, sure, but flaunting it ain't necessary.
Think of the parable of the guy who makes a lot of noise about how virtuous he is, and how the general reaction to him is a resounding "who the fuck cares." Let's not be that guy. A simple use of common etiquette would solve a lot of the issues that we are having right now.
All this "why can't I vape in/on XYZ" sounds like an entitled brat at a store who can't get a toy RIGHT NOW. Chill out and wait. You did when you smoked, do it now.
TL;DR ***don't be a dick.***
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> stop forcing people to accept it as a healthier alternative
I'm afraid I can't do that, Dave. Considering the fact that the electronic cigarette, and by extension the advanced personal vaporizer, was invented as a reduced harm alternative to smoking, I'm going to continue to see it as such--this was its intended purpose, after all.
The other points, I am in full agreement on. Just because we're feeling shiny thanks to our new shiny things doesn't mean we get to be all high and mighty about it. We're (hopefully) making the safe choice, sure, but flaunting it ain't necessary.
Think of the parable of the guy who makes a lot of noise about how virtuous he is, and how the general reaction to him is a resounding "who the fuck cares." Let's not be that guy. A simple use of common etiquette would solve a lot of the issues that we are having right now.
All this "why can't I vape in/on XYZ" sounds like an entitled brat at a store who can't get a toy RIGHT NOW. Chill out and wait. You did when you smoked, do it now.
TL;DR don't be a dick.
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electronic_cigarette
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t5_2qmlu
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cc6pq47
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stop forcing people to accept it as a healthier alternative
I'm afraid I can't do that, Dave. Considering the fact that the electronic cigarette, and by extension the advanced personal vaporizer, was invented as a reduced harm alternative to smoking, I'm going to continue to see it as such--this was its intended purpose, after all.
The other points, I am in full agreement on. Just because we're feeling shiny thanks to our new shiny things doesn't mean we get to be all high and mighty about it. We're (hopefully) making the safe choice, sure, but flaunting it ain't necessary.
Think of the parable of the guy who makes a lot of noise about how virtuous he is, and how the general reaction to him is a resounding "who the fuck cares." Let's not be that guy. A simple use of common etiquette would solve a lot of the issues that we are having right now.
All this "why can't I vape in/on XYZ" sounds like an entitled brat at a store who can't get a toy RIGHT NOW. Chill out and wait. You did when you smoked, do it now.
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don't be a dick.
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AchieveDeficiency
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Rather than question your religion as most of the others in this thread have, I will tell you that there are many more secular organizations you could join. Masonry has many religious aspects and if this will make you uncomfortable or if you cannot comprehend deity, then I think you will have a hard time with Masonry. If at some point you do solidify your religious beliefs, I see no reason you can't come back to Masonry, we will still be here.
As for Secular groups, I always promote Rotary International. It's a huge organization, you'll almost always have one local, and they are dedicated to bettering the community. They share similar goals to Masons but are entirely secular and leave out all the religious requirements. Rotary is also made up of Men and Women and the meetings I've been to are very friendly. Everyone enjoys each others company and its generally a good time.
There is also Kiwanis, or the Lions club, or a vast number of other secular organizations that share the same values and goals as Masonry (some where even based off of Masonry).
TL;DR Masonry isn't your only option.
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Rather than question your religion as most of the others in this thread have, I will tell you that there are many more secular organizations you could join. Masonry has many religious aspects and if this will make you uncomfortable or if you cannot comprehend deity, then I think you will have a hard time with Masonry. If at some point you do solidify your religious beliefs, I see no reason you can't come back to Masonry, we will still be here.
As for Secular groups, I always promote Rotary International. It's a huge organization, you'll almost always have one local, and they are dedicated to bettering the community. They share similar goals to Masons but are entirely secular and leave out all the religious requirements. Rotary is also made up of Men and Women and the meetings I've been to are very friendly. Everyone enjoys each others company and its generally a good time.
There is also Kiwanis, or the Lions club, or a vast number of other secular organizations that share the same values and goals as Masonry (some where even based off of Masonry).
TL;DR Masonry isn't your only option.
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freemasonry
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t5_2qn38
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cc6uxg5
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Rather than question your religion as most of the others in this thread have, I will tell you that there are many more secular organizations you could join. Masonry has many religious aspects and if this will make you uncomfortable or if you cannot comprehend deity, then I think you will have a hard time with Masonry. If at some point you do solidify your religious beliefs, I see no reason you can't come back to Masonry, we will still be here.
As for Secular groups, I always promote Rotary International. It's a huge organization, you'll almost always have one local, and they are dedicated to bettering the community. They share similar goals to Masons but are entirely secular and leave out all the religious requirements. Rotary is also made up of Men and Women and the meetings I've been to are very friendly. Everyone enjoys each others company and its generally a good time.
There is also Kiwanis, or the Lions club, or a vast number of other secular organizations that share the same values and goals as Masonry (some where even based off of Masonry).
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Masonry isn't your only option.
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Necronomiconomics
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Favorite fact from Schall:
Viisage was [one of the insider trading companies flagged by the SEC](
FBI Director [Louis Freeh]( (blocked multiple FBI agents, including Coleen Rowley, Robert Wright & Ken Williams, who were investigating 9/11 alleged hijackers) & CIA Director [George Tenet]( (subverted pre-9/11 warnings, CIA director on 9/11) both joined Viisage after they resigned from government.
Viisage was sold for over $1B and became [L-1 Identity Solutions]( It makes biometric ID scanners.
TL;DR FBI & CIA directors joined 9/11 insider trading corporation.
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Favorite fact from Schall:
Viisage was [one of the insider trading companies flagged by the SEC](
FBI Director Louis Freeh & CIA Director George Tenet both joined Viisage after they resigned from government.
Viisage was sold for over $1B and became [L-1 Identity Solutions]( It makes biometric ID scanners.
TL;DR FBI & CIA directors joined 9/11 insider trading corporation.
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conspiracy
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t5_2qh4r
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cc7ddbb
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Favorite fact from Schall:
Viisage was [one of the insider trading companies flagged by the SEC](
FBI Director Louis Freeh & CIA Director George Tenet both joined Viisage after they resigned from government.
Viisage was sold for over $1B and became [L-1 Identity Solutions]( It makes biometric ID scanners.
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FBI & CIA directors joined 9/11 insider trading corporation.
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aknight99
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Honestly... If you have extra money then yeah. But (this is in no way meant to be offensive in any way) the symphony is meant for people that have been playing the games for years. They play new and old music and play clips from the games while the music is playing. It's a big... nostalgia spark for people that played as kids. With that being said, any symphony is an awesome experience and i'm sad to admit that now-a-days classic music has almost died out. You will enjoy the music, that i can assure you but you might not get... the full experience if you know what i mean.
TL;DR If you have money and aren't going to starve for a week because you bought tickets, Yes lol
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Honestly... If you have extra money then yeah. But (this is in no way meant to be offensive in any way) the symphony is meant for people that have been playing the games for years. They play new and old music and play clips from the games while the music is playing. It's a big... nostalgia spark for people that played as kids. With that being said, any symphony is an awesome experience and i'm sad to admit that now-a-days classic music has almost died out. You will enjoy the music, that i can assure you but you might not get... the full experience if you know what i mean.
TL;DR If you have money and aren't going to starve for a week because you bought tickets, Yes lol
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zelda
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t5_2r61g
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cc6xo5u
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Honestly... If you have extra money then yeah. But (this is in no way meant to be offensive in any way) the symphony is meant for people that have been playing the games for years. They play new and old music and play clips from the games while the music is playing. It's a big... nostalgia spark for people that played as kids. With that being said, any symphony is an awesome experience and i'm sad to admit that now-a-days classic music has almost died out. You will enjoy the music, that i can assure you but you might not get... the full experience if you know what i mean.
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If you have money and aren't going to starve for a week because you bought tickets, Yes lol
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mrya
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Even when dealing with a rude player, that player may himself be new and may just be trying to assert themself socially. Mirroring the behavior from a less civil multiplayer environment. When confronted with a jerk, I think it's just as important to demonstrate that poor behavior is lousy without degrading to that level.
TL;DR Be polite but firm with jerks who don't know any better as well.
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Even when dealing with a rude player, that player may himself be new and may just be trying to assert themself socially. Mirroring the behavior from a less civil multiplayer environment. When confronted with a jerk, I think it's just as important to demonstrate that poor behavior is lousy without degrading to that level.
TL;DR Be polite but firm with jerks who don't know any better as well.
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mwo
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t5_2t1w0
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cc7k3w8
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Even when dealing with a rude player, that player may himself be new and may just be trying to assert themself socially. Mirroring the behavior from a less civil multiplayer environment. When confronted with a jerk, I think it's just as important to demonstrate that poor behavior is lousy without degrading to that level.
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Be polite but firm with jerks who don't know any better as well.
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Spaizer1
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To be honest, i was like this for a bit. What really needs to be done is an attitude change. I know I'm just someone on the internet, but if you play your games to the best of your ability you will get better, and you must realize when you lose it is only a game. Just hit the re-queue button and continue to play with a controlled demeanor. Everyone needs to vent, but i find the best thing to do is say "oh, I shouldn't extend that far, that's how I died last time." Realizing that you make mistakes in the game is the first step to becoming better. Every death is a mistake, positional or otherwise. Learn from them, do not get angry with them. I went from Bronze 5 to gold 5 and this is my first season with the game. I'm not trying to make it so you feel like you are getting nowhere, but rather that raging clouds judgement, and when you focus on yourself and YOUR mistakes, you will get incredibly better in a matter of one week.
TLDR: Play more, but do so when you reach the stage that you don't rage when you or your teamates die, watch yourself and learn.
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To be honest, i was like this for a bit. What really needs to be done is an attitude change. I know I'm just someone on the internet, but if you play your games to the best of your ability you will get better, and you must realize when you lose it is only a game. Just hit the re-queue button and continue to play with a controlled demeanor. Everyone needs to vent, but i find the best thing to do is say "oh, I shouldn't extend that far, that's how I died last time." Realizing that you make mistakes in the game is the first step to becoming better. Every death is a mistake, positional or otherwise. Learn from them, do not get angry with them. I went from Bronze 5 to gold 5 and this is my first season with the game. I'm not trying to make it so you feel like you are getting nowhere, but rather that raging clouds judgement, and when you focus on yourself and YOUR mistakes, you will get incredibly better in a matter of one week.
TLDR: Play more, but do so when you reach the stage that you don't rage when you or your teamates die, watch yourself and learn.
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leagueoflegends
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t5_2rfxx
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cc7lfgl
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To be honest, i was like this for a bit. What really needs to be done is an attitude change. I know I'm just someone on the internet, but if you play your games to the best of your ability you will get better, and you must realize when you lose it is only a game. Just hit the re-queue button and continue to play with a controlled demeanor. Everyone needs to vent, but i find the best thing to do is say "oh, I shouldn't extend that far, that's how I died last time." Realizing that you make mistakes in the game is the first step to becoming better. Every death is a mistake, positional or otherwise. Learn from them, do not get angry with them. I went from Bronze 5 to gold 5 and this is my first season with the game. I'm not trying to make it so you feel like you are getting nowhere, but rather that raging clouds judgement, and when you focus on yourself and YOUR mistakes, you will get incredibly better in a matter of one week.
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Play more, but do so when you reach the stage that you don't rage when you or your teamates die, watch yourself and learn.
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Hammeredmantis
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I had this exact issue the other night, wasn't my first date with her, was the second and she came over to my place, I have never had a panic attack before after smoking, but this turned into just an overwhelming sense of fear, panic, and nervousness.
TL:DR Don't smoke unless you are already cool and steady with the chick.
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I had this exact issue the other night, wasn't my first date with her, was the second and she came over to my place, I have never had a panic attack before after smoking, but this turned into just an overwhelming sense of fear, panic, and nervousness.
TL:DR Don't smoke unless you are already cool and steady with the chick.
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see
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t5_2svuj
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cc7xxgl
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I had this exact issue the other night, wasn't my first date with her, was the second and she came over to my place, I have never had a panic attack before after smoking, but this turned into just an overwhelming sense of fear, panic, and nervousness.
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Don't smoke unless you are already cool and steady with the chick.
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rachelraenoel
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I'm three years younger than my brother, so as a result, we ended up sharing my first year and his last year of high school together. He had his license so, he ended up being my ride to school and all that fun jazz. It was also the last year we really hung out or did anything together ever. Anyway, to the story. This story takes place in the winter during the middle of the basketball season for Wisconsin schools. My school's boys basketball team, was in line to win the game that night and end up making it to the state tournament.
Anyway, we were both members of the concert, marching, and pep bands for our school. So that night, we had optional pep band for the conference game. So we decided to go and play. When we got there however, my brother dropped me off, picked up his best friend and left. Said he would be back at the end of the game. He was leaving to go and see his forbidden girlfriend who lived about twenty minutes from our school, and thirty minutes from our house. So he and his friend went to the girlfriend's house for a party and for my bro to hook up with her, and his friend to go find some girls to hook up with. Important part for the story, I sound exactly like my mom over the phone. No one can ever tell the difference between us. It's both a curse and a blessing.
Moving on, it was about five minutes to the end of the first quarter, and pep band pre game was done. We were waiting for half time playing and all that jazz. So my best friend and I decided it would be fun to prank call my brother, and act like my mom. So I did. I called block because my dad would always block his number, and we knew to pick up because it was dad.
The dialogue went as such. Bro: Hi dad, what's up? Me: No this is your mother, we're at the game and so is your sister. However, you are no where to be found. Mind explaining this to me? Bro: Well, friend and I ran to Mc Donald's to get some food. We're on the way back now. Me: Oh, okay. Well we're leaving now. I expect to hear from you in the next ten minutes that you and friend are home, or to get a call from your sister that you're back at the game. I hang up, and he hangs up.
This part he told me. So friend and I, quick run out and jump in the car, we quick run home as quickly as we can. We both burst in the front door, much to the surprise of mom and dad cuddling on the couch watching a movie. So we ask mom really quick if there was an emergency at home because we had a bunch of phone calls from a blocked number. We tell her we thought dad was calling us because there was an emergency. Mom and dad just look at us all confused as say no, we never called you.
So we go running back out to the car, and speed on back to the school. When we get in obviously we went and found you. So now back to me. My brother and his friend walk up to me and ask me if mom and dad had showed up there. I say no, and play along all confused wondering what is going on along with them. Well eventually my facade cracks and I begin grinning like a Cheshire cat, and have the most mischievous of grins on my face. By this point, my brother is beginning to get suspicious, and asks what's going on? I then proceed to say, hey bro, I'm mom. You weren't at the game, so I was concerned and called you.
Right then and there, I saw the most murderous of looks cross my brother's face. He immediately grabbed my arm, hauled me to the band room, made me pack my stuff and leave. From there, he hauled me out to the car and we left. I was forbidden from speaking to him for over a month, but I still got my rides to school and what not. I also got the most greatest satisfaction of making my brother waste an entire half a gallon of gas for fun, and the pleasure of him panicking. He drove all over just because he was unable to tell the difference in voices, and his little sweet sister needed some fun. I also ended up causing his girlfriend to get pissed at him for leaving and break up with him, because he left. So my parents won too. Of course, he could never tell my parents without also getting in trouble for going somewhere without permission. We now look back upon it and laugh fondly. He's still jealous for never being able to pull a prank like this.
TL/DR: Faked being my mom, made my brother drive all over in fear of getting grounded for the rest of the school year, and hate me for a month. Also caused his gf to dump him and he could never tell my parents for fear of getting in trouble for not being where he was supposed to be. I was evil.
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I'm three years younger than my brother, so as a result, we ended up sharing my first year and his last year of high school together. He had his license so, he ended up being my ride to school and all that fun jazz. It was also the last year we really hung out or did anything together ever. Anyway, to the story. This story takes place in the winter during the middle of the basketball season for Wisconsin schools. My school's boys basketball team, was in line to win the game that night and end up making it to the state tournament.
Anyway, we were both members of the concert, marching, and pep bands for our school. So that night, we had optional pep band for the conference game. So we decided to go and play. When we got there however, my brother dropped me off, picked up his best friend and left. Said he would be back at the end of the game. He was leaving to go and see his forbidden girlfriend who lived about twenty minutes from our school, and thirty minutes from our house. So he and his friend went to the girlfriend's house for a party and for my bro to hook up with her, and his friend to go find some girls to hook up with. Important part for the story, I sound exactly like my mom over the phone. No one can ever tell the difference between us. It's both a curse and a blessing.
Moving on, it was about five minutes to the end of the first quarter, and pep band pre game was done. We were waiting for half time playing and all that jazz. So my best friend and I decided it would be fun to prank call my brother, and act like my mom. So I did. I called block because my dad would always block his number, and we knew to pick up because it was dad.
The dialogue went as such. Bro: Hi dad, what's up? Me: No this is your mother, we're at the game and so is your sister. However, you are no where to be found. Mind explaining this to me? Bro: Well, friend and I ran to Mc Donald's to get some food. We're on the way back now. Me: Oh, okay. Well we're leaving now. I expect to hear from you in the next ten minutes that you and friend are home, or to get a call from your sister that you're back at the game. I hang up, and he hangs up.
This part he told me. So friend and I, quick run out and jump in the car, we quick run home as quickly as we can. We both burst in the front door, much to the surprise of mom and dad cuddling on the couch watching a movie. So we ask mom really quick if there was an emergency at home because we had a bunch of phone calls from a blocked number. We tell her we thought dad was calling us because there was an emergency. Mom and dad just look at us all confused as say no, we never called you.
So we go running back out to the car, and speed on back to the school. When we get in obviously we went and found you. So now back to me. My brother and his friend walk up to me and ask me if mom and dad had showed up there. I say no, and play along all confused wondering what is going on along with them. Well eventually my facade cracks and I begin grinning like a Cheshire cat, and have the most mischievous of grins on my face. By this point, my brother is beginning to get suspicious, and asks what's going on? I then proceed to say, hey bro, I'm mom. You weren't at the game, so I was concerned and called you.
Right then and there, I saw the most murderous of looks cross my brother's face. He immediately grabbed my arm, hauled me to the band room, made me pack my stuff and leave. From there, he hauled me out to the car and we left. I was forbidden from speaking to him for over a month, but I still got my rides to school and what not. I also got the most greatest satisfaction of making my brother waste an entire half a gallon of gas for fun, and the pleasure of him panicking. He drove all over just because he was unable to tell the difference in voices, and his little sweet sister needed some fun. I also ended up causing his girlfriend to get pissed at him for leaving and break up with him, because he left. So my parents won too. Of course, he could never tell my parents without also getting in trouble for going somewhere without permission. We now look back upon it and laugh fondly. He's still jealous for never being able to pull a prank like this.
TL/DR: Faked being my mom, made my brother drive all over in fear of getting grounded for the rest of the school year, and hate me for a month. Also caused his gf to dump him and he could never tell my parents for fear of getting in trouble for not being where he was supposed to be. I was evil.
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AskReddit
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t5_2qh1i
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cc7s02y
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I'm three years younger than my brother, so as a result, we ended up sharing my first year and his last year of high school together. He had his license so, he ended up being my ride to school and all that fun jazz. It was also the last year we really hung out or did anything together ever. Anyway, to the story. This story takes place in the winter during the middle of the basketball season for Wisconsin schools. My school's boys basketball team, was in line to win the game that night and end up making it to the state tournament.
Anyway, we were both members of the concert, marching, and pep bands for our school. So that night, we had optional pep band for the conference game. So we decided to go and play. When we got there however, my brother dropped me off, picked up his best friend and left. Said he would be back at the end of the game. He was leaving to go and see his forbidden girlfriend who lived about twenty minutes from our school, and thirty minutes from our house. So he and his friend went to the girlfriend's house for a party and for my bro to hook up with her, and his friend to go find some girls to hook up with. Important part for the story, I sound exactly like my mom over the phone. No one can ever tell the difference between us. It's both a curse and a blessing.
Moving on, it was about five minutes to the end of the first quarter, and pep band pre game was done. We were waiting for half time playing and all that jazz. So my best friend and I decided it would be fun to prank call my brother, and act like my mom. So I did. I called block because my dad would always block his number, and we knew to pick up because it was dad.
The dialogue went as such. Bro: Hi dad, what's up? Me: No this is your mother, we're at the game and so is your sister. However, you are no where to be found. Mind explaining this to me? Bro: Well, friend and I ran to Mc Donald's to get some food. We're on the way back now. Me: Oh, okay. Well we're leaving now. I expect to hear from you in the next ten minutes that you and friend are home, or to get a call from your sister that you're back at the game. I hang up, and he hangs up.
This part he told me. So friend and I, quick run out and jump in the car, we quick run home as quickly as we can. We both burst in the front door, much to the surprise of mom and dad cuddling on the couch watching a movie. So we ask mom really quick if there was an emergency at home because we had a bunch of phone calls from a blocked number. We tell her we thought dad was calling us because there was an emergency. Mom and dad just look at us all confused as say no, we never called you.
So we go running back out to the car, and speed on back to the school. When we get in obviously we went and found you. So now back to me. My brother and his friend walk up to me and ask me if mom and dad had showed up there. I say no, and play along all confused wondering what is going on along with them. Well eventually my facade cracks and I begin grinning like a Cheshire cat, and have the most mischievous of grins on my face. By this point, my brother is beginning to get suspicious, and asks what's going on? I then proceed to say, hey bro, I'm mom. You weren't at the game, so I was concerned and called you.
Right then and there, I saw the most murderous of looks cross my brother's face. He immediately grabbed my arm, hauled me to the band room, made me pack my stuff and leave. From there, he hauled me out to the car and we left. I was forbidden from speaking to him for over a month, but I still got my rides to school and what not. I also got the most greatest satisfaction of making my brother waste an entire half a gallon of gas for fun, and the pleasure of him panicking. He drove all over just because he was unable to tell the difference in voices, and his little sweet sister needed some fun. I also ended up causing his girlfriend to get pissed at him for leaving and break up with him, because he left. So my parents won too. Of course, he could never tell my parents without also getting in trouble for going somewhere without permission. We now look back upon it and laugh fondly. He's still jealous for never being able to pull a prank like this.
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Faked being my mom, made my brother drive all over in fear of getting grounded for the rest of the school year, and hate me for a month. Also caused his gf to dump him and he could never tell my parents for fear of getting in trouble for not being where he was supposed to be. I was evil.
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PlasticSpiders
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My Mom /actually/ threw my 2 month old German Shepard puppy off our third-story balcony onto a paved parking lot below. It was the first night she had been separated from the litter, and when I left for work, it became the first time she had ever been in a room alone. So, she whined. Mom figured the best way to stop the noise was to throw her over the balcony. Makes sense, right?
She left her dragging herself around the lot with two broken legs the next morning and went to work. Told me she must have 'missed me and jumped.' The balcony rail was almost four feet tall, and the puppy couldn't even climb onto the couch yet.
I came home and she wasn't in my room, so I panicked and started searching everywhere, ran outside and called her name three times. She finally answered me and I ran as fast as I ever had towards the sound and found her three buildings down. I picked her up and she /crunched./ Literally the worst sound ever.
Now it's four months later, I'm totally broke from the vet bills and had to drop out of college, but the puppy is ok. She limps, and is a little cognitively and socially stunted from being confined in a tiny kennel this whole time. Mom still won't admit what she did, but Alice remembers. She absolutely panics when ever she so much as hears mom's car approaching.
tl,dr: Mom threw my puppy off third story onto pavement, left her to die. Still lies about it, puppy ok.
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My Mom /actually/ threw my 2 month old German Shepard puppy off our third-story balcony onto a paved parking lot below. It was the first night she had been separated from the litter, and when I left for work, it became the first time she had ever been in a room alone. So, she whined. Mom figured the best way to stop the noise was to throw her over the balcony. Makes sense, right?
She left her dragging herself around the lot with two broken legs the next morning and went to work. Told me she must have 'missed me and jumped.' The balcony rail was almost four feet tall, and the puppy couldn't even climb onto the couch yet.
I came home and she wasn't in my room, so I panicked and started searching everywhere, ran outside and called her name three times. She finally answered me and I ran as fast as I ever had towards the sound and found her three buildings down. I picked her up and she /crunched./ Literally the worst sound ever.
Now it's four months later, I'm totally broke from the vet bills and had to drop out of college, but the puppy is ok. She limps, and is a little cognitively and socially stunted from being confined in a tiny kennel this whole time. Mom still won't admit what she did, but Alice remembers. She absolutely panics when ever she so much as hears mom's car approaching.
tl,dr: Mom threw my puppy off third story onto pavement, left her to die. Still lies about it, puppy ok.
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My Mom /actually/ threw my 2 month old German Shepard puppy off our third-story balcony onto a paved parking lot below. It was the first night she had been separated from the litter, and when I left for work, it became the first time she had ever been in a room alone. So, she whined. Mom figured the best way to stop the noise was to throw her over the balcony. Makes sense, right?
She left her dragging herself around the lot with two broken legs the next morning and went to work. Told me she must have 'missed me and jumped.' The balcony rail was almost four feet tall, and the puppy couldn't even climb onto the couch yet.
I came home and she wasn't in my room, so I panicked and started searching everywhere, ran outside and called her name three times. She finally answered me and I ran as fast as I ever had towards the sound and found her three buildings down. I picked her up and she /crunched./ Literally the worst sound ever.
Now it's four months later, I'm totally broke from the vet bills and had to drop out of college, but the puppy is ok. She limps, and is a little cognitively and socially stunted from being confined in a tiny kennel this whole time. Mom still won't admit what she did, but Alice remembers. She absolutely panics when ever she so much as hears mom's car approaching.
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Mom threw my puppy off third story onto pavement, left her to die. Still lies about it, puppy ok.
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When I was 9 my dad got a promotion at work and we moved to a better house/bought a better car etc. He did not deal with the stress of living in a major metropolitan city and the new job. He always provided and I never went hungry but as I said the stress got to him. He would have verbal fights with my mom and they would scream at each other for hours on end which is an awesome environment to raise a kid in btw. I feared going home after school because of the fighting. I can't count the number of times I buried my head as deep under my pillow as i could to try to drown out the fights. It is no way for a kid to live.
When they finally got divorced it seemed to get worse. I became a pawn in their game. When I was with one they would cut the other person down and vice versa. My dad would threaten my mom with going back to court to fight for custody of me whenever I did not want to spend a designated weekend with him. They were both just so damn petty. I escaped to college and went on to get a decent job.
Due to these experiences I vowed to never have a kid until they are dead. I informed them both that they would never have grandchildren as they were too ignorant on how to be decent enough human beings when they were raising me. It was good to see it finally start to strike home when I told them that though. They both cried when I told them.
TLDR: Fuck with my childhood I fuck with your ever experiencing grandparenthood.
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When I was 9 my dad got a promotion at work and we moved to a better house/bought a better car etc. He did not deal with the stress of living in a major metropolitan city and the new job. He always provided and I never went hungry but as I said the stress got to him. He would have verbal fights with my mom and they would scream at each other for hours on end which is an awesome environment to raise a kid in btw. I feared going home after school because of the fighting. I can't count the number of times I buried my head as deep under my pillow as i could to try to drown out the fights. It is no way for a kid to live.
When they finally got divorced it seemed to get worse. I became a pawn in their game. When I was with one they would cut the other person down and vice versa. My dad would threaten my mom with going back to court to fight for custody of me whenever I did not want to spend a designated weekend with him. They were both just so damn petty. I escaped to college and went on to get a decent job.
Due to these experiences I vowed to never have a kid until they are dead. I informed them both that they would never have grandchildren as they were too ignorant on how to be decent enough human beings when they were raising me. It was good to see it finally start to strike home when I told them that though. They both cried when I told them.
TLDR: Fuck with my childhood I fuck with your ever experiencing grandparenthood.
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When I was 9 my dad got a promotion at work and we moved to a better house/bought a better car etc. He did not deal with the stress of living in a major metropolitan city and the new job. He always provided and I never went hungry but as I said the stress got to him. He would have verbal fights with my mom and they would scream at each other for hours on end which is an awesome environment to raise a kid in btw. I feared going home after school because of the fighting. I can't count the number of times I buried my head as deep under my pillow as i could to try to drown out the fights. It is no way for a kid to live.
When they finally got divorced it seemed to get worse. I became a pawn in their game. When I was with one they would cut the other person down and vice versa. My dad would threaten my mom with going back to court to fight for custody of me whenever I did not want to spend a designated weekend with him. They were both just so damn petty. I escaped to college and went on to get a decent job.
Due to these experiences I vowed to never have a kid until they are dead. I informed them both that they would never have grandchildren as they were too ignorant on how to be decent enough human beings when they were raising me. It was good to see it finally start to strike home when I told them that though. They both cried when I told them.
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Fuck with my childhood I fuck with your ever experiencing grandparenthood.
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This one might take awhile and its all stuff i've heard but cant remember alot of repressed memories and baby shit
Im adopted but my birth mother was a severe drug addict heroin, meth, pills all that shit. Three weeks after my birth she was hospitalized in an inpatient facility, she refused to go but they made her. They also didnt want to seperate me from her, in a desperate attempt to escape she leapt from a third story window shattering her ankle and fracturing every knuckle in my right hand. 6 months after this, and after her release from said hospital i was taken from her and placed under the care of her grandfather. This individual was even more fucked up, he commited a robbery and fled the state with me. He ended up bringing us to Connecticut where he hid in a friend of his' basement. As a baby i cried, shit thats what babies do (and poop alot) for not shutting up he decided to starve me. He didnt feed me for close to 6 days. When the police found us i was barely alive, covered in bruises and had a broken pelvis.
Placed under foster care (i know its not technically family but its all part of this) I was habitually mistreated, once forced to sleep outside in mid november, burned with a lighter, and had my right arm twisted so hard it dislocated my shoulder and the labrum was ripped (still having surgeries on this last one was in august) one of the older boys placed me in a headlock and squeezed so tight my face turned blue and a vein ruptured in my left eye.
Eventually i was adopted, that unfortunately doesnt make this story any better seeing as i was know developmentally stunted. I suffered terrifying nightmares, extreme ptsd, chronic depression, social anxiety, and a kidney problem that made me piss my bed until i was 14 years old.
I dont want this to sound like a one up thing, it isnt, its just good to be able to vent some of this stuff, the dark shit you dont ever tell anyone
Tl:dr bad shit (sorry bad grammar and what not)
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This one might take awhile and its all stuff i've heard but cant remember alot of repressed memories and baby shit
Im adopted but my birth mother was a severe drug addict heroin, meth, pills all that shit. Three weeks after my birth she was hospitalized in an inpatient facility, she refused to go but they made her. They also didnt want to seperate me from her, in a desperate attempt to escape she leapt from a third story window shattering her ankle and fracturing every knuckle in my right hand. 6 months after this, and after her release from said hospital i was taken from her and placed under the care of her grandfather. This individual was even more fucked up, he commited a robbery and fled the state with me. He ended up bringing us to Connecticut where he hid in a friend of his' basement. As a baby i cried, shit thats what babies do (and poop alot) for not shutting up he decided to starve me. He didnt feed me for close to 6 days. When the police found us i was barely alive, covered in bruises and had a broken pelvis.
Placed under foster care (i know its not technically family but its all part of this) I was habitually mistreated, once forced to sleep outside in mid november, burned with a lighter, and had my right arm twisted so hard it dislocated my shoulder and the labrum was ripped (still having surgeries on this last one was in august) one of the older boys placed me in a headlock and squeezed so tight my face turned blue and a vein ruptured in my left eye.
Eventually i was adopted, that unfortunately doesnt make this story any better seeing as i was know developmentally stunted. I suffered terrifying nightmares, extreme ptsd, chronic depression, social anxiety, and a kidney problem that made me piss my bed until i was 14 years old.
I dont want this to sound like a one up thing, it isnt, its just good to be able to vent some of this stuff, the dark shit you dont ever tell anyone
Tl:dr bad shit (sorry bad grammar and what not)
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This one might take awhile and its all stuff i've heard but cant remember alot of repressed memories and baby shit
Im adopted but my birth mother was a severe drug addict heroin, meth, pills all that shit. Three weeks after my birth she was hospitalized in an inpatient facility, she refused to go but they made her. They also didnt want to seperate me from her, in a desperate attempt to escape she leapt from a third story window shattering her ankle and fracturing every knuckle in my right hand. 6 months after this, and after her release from said hospital i was taken from her and placed under the care of her grandfather. This individual was even more fucked up, he commited a robbery and fled the state with me. He ended up bringing us to Connecticut where he hid in a friend of his' basement. As a baby i cried, shit thats what babies do (and poop alot) for not shutting up he decided to starve me. He didnt feed me for close to 6 days. When the police found us i was barely alive, covered in bruises and had a broken pelvis.
Placed under foster care (i know its not technically family but its all part of this) I was habitually mistreated, once forced to sleep outside in mid november, burned with a lighter, and had my right arm twisted so hard it dislocated my shoulder and the labrum was ripped (still having surgeries on this last one was in august) one of the older boys placed me in a headlock and squeezed so tight my face turned blue and a vein ruptured in my left eye.
Eventually i was adopted, that unfortunately doesnt make this story any better seeing as i was know developmentally stunted. I suffered terrifying nightmares, extreme ptsd, chronic depression, social anxiety, and a kidney problem that made me piss my bed until i was 14 years old.
I dont want this to sound like a one up thing, it isnt, its just good to be able to vent some of this stuff, the dark shit you dont ever tell anyone
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bad shit (sorry bad grammar and what not)
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This happened to my father, and I suppose also indirectly to me.
So his sister (my aunt) had been taking care of their mother in her old age. As she lived only a few minutes away while my dad was a few states away. Well, apparently she convinced my grandmother to change her will, making my aunt the sole proprietor (not sure if that's the correct term) of the estate. She did this without my father knowing, and in the previous will, they were both proprietors.
Well... Eventually my grandmother passes away. Her will clearly states that assets are to be divided 50/50, this included roughly $80,000 and a house worth about $80,000 (10,000 of which was to go to my college education). Well, a loop hole in the Florida law system is that if the proprietor never places the cash assets in an account to be divided, it's like they don't exist. Guess what my aunt never did....
After a 3 year legal battle, in which she was finally found in contempt of court my father was awarded a judgement for... Lawyer fees... (which at this point were more then the inheritance was worth) That's it. What she did was entirely legal. She also turned what should have been a few months long legal proceeding into a nightmare by legally dodging summons and or deferring / evading documents and letters.
For example, she would steam the envelopes she received in the mail, so she could see through them and then mark them return to sender so she could claim she never received them. There was also aparently a footchase at one point involving her and a certified messenger trying to serve her court papers.
It's also worth noting that she trashed my grandmothers house before it could go up to auction... We had to buy it and fix it up. By trashed, I mean that there was trash literally piled up to the ceiling, water damage, and since the plumbing no longer worked, human feces in buckets in the garage... I wish I was making this up. We had to sue again for just shy of $10,000 in professional clean up expenses... We won quickly this time. (we had pictures)
TLDR: my dad got fucked out of his inheritance, and the house he owned 50% of got trashed.
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This happened to my father, and I suppose also indirectly to me.
So his sister (my aunt) had been taking care of their mother in her old age. As she lived only a few minutes away while my dad was a few states away. Well, apparently she convinced my grandmother to change her will, making my aunt the sole proprietor (not sure if that's the correct term) of the estate. She did this without my father knowing, and in the previous will, they were both proprietors.
Well... Eventually my grandmother passes away. Her will clearly states that assets are to be divided 50/50, this included roughly $80,000 and a house worth about $80,000 (10,000 of which was to go to my college education). Well, a loop hole in the Florida law system is that if the proprietor never places the cash assets in an account to be divided, it's like they don't exist. Guess what my aunt never did....
After a 3 year legal battle, in which she was finally found in contempt of court my father was awarded a judgement for... Lawyer fees... (which at this point were more then the inheritance was worth) That's it. What she did was entirely legal. She also turned what should have been a few months long legal proceeding into a nightmare by legally dodging summons and or deferring / evading documents and letters.
For example, she would steam the envelopes she received in the mail, so she could see through them and then mark them return to sender so she could claim she never received them. There was also aparently a footchase at one point involving her and a certified messenger trying to serve her court papers.
It's also worth noting that she trashed my grandmothers house before it could go up to auction... We had to buy it and fix it up. By trashed, I mean that there was trash literally piled up to the ceiling, water damage, and since the plumbing no longer worked, human feces in buckets in the garage... I wish I was making this up. We had to sue again for just shy of $10,000 in professional clean up expenses... We won quickly this time. (we had pictures)
TLDR: my dad got fucked out of his inheritance, and the house he owned 50% of got trashed.
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This happened to my father, and I suppose also indirectly to me.
So his sister (my aunt) had been taking care of their mother in her old age. As she lived only a few minutes away while my dad was a few states away. Well, apparently she convinced my grandmother to change her will, making my aunt the sole proprietor (not sure if that's the correct term) of the estate. She did this without my father knowing, and in the previous will, they were both proprietors.
Well... Eventually my grandmother passes away. Her will clearly states that assets are to be divided 50/50, this included roughly $80,000 and a house worth about $80,000 (10,000 of which was to go to my college education). Well, a loop hole in the Florida law system is that if the proprietor never places the cash assets in an account to be divided, it's like they don't exist. Guess what my aunt never did....
After a 3 year legal battle, in which she was finally found in contempt of court my father was awarded a judgement for... Lawyer fees... (which at this point were more then the inheritance was worth) That's it. What she did was entirely legal. She also turned what should have been a few months long legal proceeding into a nightmare by legally dodging summons and or deferring / evading documents and letters.
For example, she would steam the envelopes she received in the mail, so she could see through them and then mark them return to sender so she could claim she never received them. There was also aparently a footchase at one point involving her and a certified messenger trying to serve her court papers.
It's also worth noting that she trashed my grandmothers house before it could go up to auction... We had to buy it and fix it up. By trashed, I mean that there was trash literally piled up to the ceiling, water damage, and since the plumbing no longer worked, human feces in buckets in the garage... I wish I was making this up. We had to sue again for just shy of $10,000 in professional clean up expenses... We won quickly this time. (we had pictures)
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my dad got fucked out of his inheritance, and the house he owned 50% of got trashed.
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I was getting ready for school once and has no shirt on yet, but went to get some breakfast first. My older brother was ironing a shirt and was in the way to the kitchen, I asked him to move, and he told me to wait. It went back and forth for a bit, but I shoved him out of the way and walked past. Then, all of a sudden, BLINDING HOT SEARING PAIN!!! I fell to my knees, twisting in agony, screaming for help, my back on fire. My mom ran into kitchen, yelling at my brother for putting a godamn hot iron on my back.
He claimed that he felt it and it wasn't hot... I had a iron shaped burn with non burned steam holes for months afterwards
TL;DR brother put a hot clothes iron on my shirtless back
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I was getting ready for school once and has no shirt on yet, but went to get some breakfast first. My older brother was ironing a shirt and was in the way to the kitchen, I asked him to move, and he told me to wait. It went back and forth for a bit, but I shoved him out of the way and walked past. Then, all of a sudden, BLINDING HOT SEARING PAIN!!! I fell to my knees, twisting in agony, screaming for help, my back on fire. My mom ran into kitchen, yelling at my brother for putting a godamn hot iron on my back.
He claimed that he felt it and it wasn't hot... I had a iron shaped burn with non burned steam holes for months afterwards
TL;DR brother put a hot clothes iron on my shirtless back
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I was getting ready for school once and has no shirt on yet, but went to get some breakfast first. My older brother was ironing a shirt and was in the way to the kitchen, I asked him to move, and he told me to wait. It went back and forth for a bit, but I shoved him out of the way and walked past. Then, all of a sudden, BLINDING HOT SEARING PAIN!!! I fell to my knees, twisting in agony, screaming for help, my back on fire. My mom ran into kitchen, yelling at my brother for putting a godamn hot iron on my back.
He claimed that he felt it and it wasn't hot... I had a iron shaped burn with non burned steam holes for months afterwards
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brother put a hot clothes iron on my shirtless back
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Extended family members. I come from a traditional Chinese background where I have dozens of aunts and uncles. My extended family from my father's side has always shunned him for being more successful than them.
Its an insidious passive aggressive attitude that they have towards our family. We are talking about everyone in the extended family. Spreading rumours, teaching their future generations to have their spiteful mindset etc.
They take any opportunity to patronise and condescend my parents (and in effect, us) whenever an opportunity arises, such as a failed business venture and more recently, my mother's parkinsons affliction, where some of them would visit us with good intentions yet mock my bedridden mother under hushed tones saying things like "you dead yet?" At the first sight of her.
Most recently, there was a large dispute about inheritance thst my grandfather left for my father. Everything was in solid writing stating my father would have his share. Yet the scumlords banded together and managed to legally wrestle him out of his rights.
Yet despite all this, my parents are still willing to help those scum out when they are in need without hesitation
Makes me want to strangle a baby and kick some cats thinking about all this
Tl:dr, siblings. Never trust em.
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Extended family members. I come from a traditional Chinese background where I have dozens of aunts and uncles. My extended family from my father's side has always shunned him for being more successful than them.
Its an insidious passive aggressive attitude that they have towards our family. We are talking about everyone in the extended family. Spreading rumours, teaching their future generations to have their spiteful mindset etc.
They take any opportunity to patronise and condescend my parents (and in effect, us) whenever an opportunity arises, such as a failed business venture and more recently, my mother's parkinsons affliction, where some of them would visit us with good intentions yet mock my bedridden mother under hushed tones saying things like "you dead yet?" At the first sight of her.
Most recently, there was a large dispute about inheritance thst my grandfather left for my father. Everything was in solid writing stating my father would have his share. Yet the scumlords banded together and managed to legally wrestle him out of his rights.
Yet despite all this, my parents are still willing to help those scum out when they are in need without hesitation
Makes me want to strangle a baby and kick some cats thinking about all this
Tl:dr, siblings. Never trust em.
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Extended family members. I come from a traditional Chinese background where I have dozens of aunts and uncles. My extended family from my father's side has always shunned him for being more successful than them.
Its an insidious passive aggressive attitude that they have towards our family. We are talking about everyone in the extended family. Spreading rumours, teaching their future generations to have their spiteful mindset etc.
They take any opportunity to patronise and condescend my parents (and in effect, us) whenever an opportunity arises, such as a failed business venture and more recently, my mother's parkinsons affliction, where some of them would visit us with good intentions yet mock my bedridden mother under hushed tones saying things like "you dead yet?" At the first sight of her.
Most recently, there was a large dispute about inheritance thst my grandfather left for my father. Everything was in solid writing stating my father would have his share. Yet the scumlords banded together and managed to legally wrestle him out of his rights.
Yet despite all this, my parents are still willing to help those scum out when they are in need without hesitation
Makes me want to strangle a baby and kick some cats thinking about all this
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siblings. Never trust em.
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This isnt shit compared to some of these stories but here goes...A little backround, Im from a small town with allot of bullshit politics. well a few years ago my dad was running for city councel, well hes kind of a polalrizing figure, ppl either like him or hate him, Hes a stoner and usto grow his own bud, and I mean ALLOT of pot, at least 20+ pounds per yea. now Hes not a dealer or anything he just grows for himself and a few friends, wasnt ever hurting anyone just likes to get high. Well all summer he was running his campain to get onto the city councel and was gaining some real traction, he had battled for years with the "higher ups" in town and had made his share of enemies I guess you could say but was still well liked by a good protion of the ppl in town. well if you know anything about growing pot its that its harvested in oct, and election season is early nov. well electoin time comes and it looks like hes actually going to get elected. Well aparently current city councel+mayor didnt want him getting in so they staged a big bust and raided his house days before the election. they found X number of plants and hailed it as the "biggest bust in the history of the county"....well this eventually leads to my parents divorce a year later and I let my dad move in with me because he needs a place to live. well FFW and divorce court plus crimnal court are hovering over him at around the same time and hes just losing his shit flipping out on my every day, altercatrions get physical between us in front of my friends and he basically tells me im an "ungrateful Bastard" and that I have to choose between him and my mom. he also ends up dragging my younger brother and sister into divorce court with him. we pretty much dont talk anymore...Not really that traumatizing compared to some of these other stories but it ended up with my family being torn apart essientally
TLDR; my dad and I got in fist fight and he told me I had to choose between him and my mom during their divorce
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This isnt shit compared to some of these stories but here goes...A little backround, Im from a small town with allot of bullshit politics. well a few years ago my dad was running for city councel, well hes kind of a polalrizing figure, ppl either like him or hate him, Hes a stoner and usto grow his own bud, and I mean ALLOT of pot, at least 20+ pounds per yea. now Hes not a dealer or anything he just grows for himself and a few friends, wasnt ever hurting anyone just likes to get high. Well all summer he was running his campain to get onto the city councel and was gaining some real traction, he had battled for years with the "higher ups" in town and had made his share of enemies I guess you could say but was still well liked by a good protion of the ppl in town. well if you know anything about growing pot its that its harvested in oct, and election season is early nov. well electoin time comes and it looks like hes actually going to get elected. Well aparently current city councel+mayor didnt want him getting in so they staged a big bust and raided his house days before the election. they found X number of plants and hailed it as the "biggest bust in the history of the county"....well this eventually leads to my parents divorce a year later and I let my dad move in with me because he needs a place to live. well FFW and divorce court plus crimnal court are hovering over him at around the same time and hes just losing his shit flipping out on my every day, altercatrions get physical between us in front of my friends and he basically tells me im an "ungrateful Bastard" and that I have to choose between him and my mom. he also ends up dragging my younger brother and sister into divorce court with him. we pretty much dont talk anymore...Not really that traumatizing compared to some of these other stories but it ended up with my family being torn apart essientally
TLDR; my dad and I got in fist fight and he told me I had to choose between him and my mom during their divorce
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This isnt shit compared to some of these stories but here goes...A little backround, Im from a small town with allot of bullshit politics. well a few years ago my dad was running for city councel, well hes kind of a polalrizing figure, ppl either like him or hate him, Hes a stoner and usto grow his own bud, and I mean ALLOT of pot, at least 20+ pounds per yea. now Hes not a dealer or anything he just grows for himself and a few friends, wasnt ever hurting anyone just likes to get high. Well all summer he was running his campain to get onto the city councel and was gaining some real traction, he had battled for years with the "higher ups" in town and had made his share of enemies I guess you could say but was still well liked by a good protion of the ppl in town. well if you know anything about growing pot its that its harvested in oct, and election season is early nov. well electoin time comes and it looks like hes actually going to get elected. Well aparently current city councel+mayor didnt want him getting in so they staged a big bust and raided his house days before the election. they found X number of plants and hailed it as the "biggest bust in the history of the county"....well this eventually leads to my parents divorce a year later and I let my dad move in with me because he needs a place to live. well FFW and divorce court plus crimnal court are hovering over him at around the same time and hes just losing his shit flipping out on my every day, altercatrions get physical between us in front of my friends and he basically tells me im an "ungrateful Bastard" and that I have to choose between him and my mom. he also ends up dragging my younger brother and sister into divorce court with him. we pretty much dont talk anymore...Not really that traumatizing compared to some of these other stories but it ended up with my family being torn apart essientally
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my dad and I got in fist fight and he told me I had to choose between him and my mom during their divorce
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Oh boy. Here it goes.
When I was about 20, my cousin Julie announced that she would be getting married. My mom came to me and tearfully explained that Julie wanted me to wear our recently deceased grandmother's wedding dress (a pink tea-length dress) so that it would be like a part of my grandmother was at the ceremony. It had to be me because my grandmother was very slim and I was the smallest person in our family. I agreed.
I tried on the dress and it was too tight. Way too tight. My mother told me to starve myself and "don't put a single thing in that mouth." I did. I starved myself stupid for 3 months. I was sickly, pale, had dropped about 20 pounds from my already slender frame and had constant headaches, but the dress fit. My mother kept telling me how great I looked.
We flew to the wedding (my family lives across the country). Everyone was shocked at my appearance but said nothing. The day of the wedding came and I appeared in my grandmother's wedding dress. I thought people were acting strangely towards me but I didn't think too much of it.
I found out later that Julie had not asked for me to wear the dress. She knew nothing about it. My mother had been telling people that I was on drugs (not true) to get attention and sympathy. She convinced me to drop weight and show up to Julie's wedding in my dead grandmother's wedding dress to show everyone how drugged out and unstable I had become in order to get more attention and sympathy.
tl;dr I lost 20 pounds in two months and showed up to my cousin's wedding in our dead grandmother's wedding dress because my mother is a liar and a sociopath.
edit: Thank you onlyaccount for the Reddit gold! You made my year.
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Oh boy. Here it goes.
When I was about 20, my cousin Julie announced that she would be getting married. My mom came to me and tearfully explained that Julie wanted me to wear our recently deceased grandmother's wedding dress (a pink tea-length dress) so that it would be like a part of my grandmother was at the ceremony. It had to be me because my grandmother was very slim and I was the smallest person in our family. I agreed.
I tried on the dress and it was too tight. Way too tight. My mother told me to starve myself and "don't put a single thing in that mouth." I did. I starved myself stupid for 3 months. I was sickly, pale, had dropped about 20 pounds from my already slender frame and had constant headaches, but the dress fit. My mother kept telling me how great I looked.
We flew to the wedding (my family lives across the country). Everyone was shocked at my appearance but said nothing. The day of the wedding came and I appeared in my grandmother's wedding dress. I thought people were acting strangely towards me but I didn't think too much of it.
I found out later that Julie had not asked for me to wear the dress. She knew nothing about it. My mother had been telling people that I was on drugs (not true) to get attention and sympathy. She convinced me to drop weight and show up to Julie's wedding in my dead grandmother's wedding dress to show everyone how drugged out and unstable I had become in order to get more attention and sympathy.
tl;dr I lost 20 pounds in two months and showed up to my cousin's wedding in our dead grandmother's wedding dress because my mother is a liar and a sociopath.
edit: Thank you onlyaccount for the Reddit gold! You made my year.
edit: More gold?! Thank you! I am at a loss for words.
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Oh boy. Here it goes.
When I was about 20, my cousin Julie announced that she would be getting married. My mom came to me and tearfully explained that Julie wanted me to wear our recently deceased grandmother's wedding dress (a pink tea-length dress) so that it would be like a part of my grandmother was at the ceremony. It had to be me because my grandmother was very slim and I was the smallest person in our family. I agreed.
I tried on the dress and it was too tight. Way too tight. My mother told me to starve myself and "don't put a single thing in that mouth." I did. I starved myself stupid for 3 months. I was sickly, pale, had dropped about 20 pounds from my already slender frame and had constant headaches, but the dress fit. My mother kept telling me how great I looked.
We flew to the wedding (my family lives across the country). Everyone was shocked at my appearance but said nothing. The day of the wedding came and I appeared in my grandmother's wedding dress. I thought people were acting strangely towards me but I didn't think too much of it.
I found out later that Julie had not asked for me to wear the dress. She knew nothing about it. My mother had been telling people that I was on drugs (not true) to get attention and sympathy. She convinced me to drop weight and show up to Julie's wedding in my dead grandmother's wedding dress to show everyone how drugged out and unstable I had become in order to get more attention and sympathy.
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I lost 20 pounds in two months and showed up to my cousin's wedding in our dead grandmother's wedding dress because my mother is a liar and a sociopath.
edit: Thank you onlyaccount for the Reddit gold! You made my year.
edit: More gold?! Thank you! I am at a loss for words.
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The trial was scheduled to take place during finals week of my senior year of high school, all physical evidence was long gone, and I had terrible PTSD, crippling depression, and anxiety attacks. I asked to be allowed to testify via video feed, but the prosecuter refused and insisted that it would "do me good" to face him. I was a wild child as a teen and there were some inconsistencies in my story, especially the parts that happened when I was young. I knew the defense was going to rake me over the coals, and I was extremely reluctant to put myself through that when I was finally starting to heal. I didn't want revenge; I just wanted it to be over.
The District Attorney's office kept reassigning the case to different prosecuters, and the one who ultimately closed the case was only assigned to it a week before the court date. When my parents called the Friday before jury selection was due to start, we learned that just that morning he had plead no contest to injury to a child and got off with 5 years probation and a $500 fine. Apparently the new prosecuter had seen notes in the file indicating my reluctance to testify and decided to let him plea out without even calling us first. Since all he admitted to was giving me "inappropriate massages," he doesn't have to register as a sex offender. Knowing that he's free makes my blood boil, but I don't regret sparing myself from what I know would have been a humiliating, miserable trial.
TL;DR: The Dallas County District Attorney's office really sucks.
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The trial was scheduled to take place during finals week of my senior year of high school, all physical evidence was long gone, and I had terrible PTSD, crippling depression, and anxiety attacks. I asked to be allowed to testify via video feed, but the prosecuter refused and insisted that it would "do me good" to face him. I was a wild child as a teen and there were some inconsistencies in my story, especially the parts that happened when I was young. I knew the defense was going to rake me over the coals, and I was extremely reluctant to put myself through that when I was finally starting to heal. I didn't want revenge; I just wanted it to be over.
The District Attorney's office kept reassigning the case to different prosecuters, and the one who ultimately closed the case was only assigned to it a week before the court date. When my parents called the Friday before jury selection was due to start, we learned that just that morning he had plead no contest to injury to a child and got off with 5 years probation and a $500 fine. Apparently the new prosecuter had seen notes in the file indicating my reluctance to testify and decided to let him plea out without even calling us first. Since all he admitted to was giving me "inappropriate massages," he doesn't have to register as a sex offender. Knowing that he's free makes my blood boil, but I don't regret sparing myself from what I know would have been a humiliating, miserable trial.
TL;DR: The Dallas County District Attorney's office really sucks.
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The trial was scheduled to take place during finals week of my senior year of high school, all physical evidence was long gone, and I had terrible PTSD, crippling depression, and anxiety attacks. I asked to be allowed to testify via video feed, but the prosecuter refused and insisted that it would "do me good" to face him. I was a wild child as a teen and there were some inconsistencies in my story, especially the parts that happened when I was young. I knew the defense was going to rake me over the coals, and I was extremely reluctant to put myself through that when I was finally starting to heal. I didn't want revenge; I just wanted it to be over.
The District Attorney's office kept reassigning the case to different prosecuters, and the one who ultimately closed the case was only assigned to it a week before the court date. When my parents called the Friday before jury selection was due to start, we learned that just that morning he had plead no contest to injury to a child and got off with 5 years probation and a $500 fine. Apparently the new prosecuter had seen notes in the file indicating my reluctance to testify and decided to let him plea out without even calling us first. Since all he admitted to was giving me "inappropriate massages," he doesn't have to register as a sex offender. Knowing that he's free makes my blood boil, but I don't regret sparing myself from what I know would have been a humiliating, miserable trial.
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When my great grandmother passed away she left her wedding rings for me (the only great grand daughter) to chose to use as my own wedding rings. Although it was somewhat common knowledge they were left for me, it was not written in the will. My extended family is pretty incompetent when it comes to legal issues, so basically everything was left to my great aunt, her oldest living descendent. Fairly recently my great aunt passed away and everything was then passed down to my grandma (everything that hadn't been sold for gambling money). Within two days of my grandmother acquiring my future wedding rings she melted them down for about 200 bucks, let it slip while on the phone with my mom.
TLDR- Grandma melted my wedding rings for 200 dollars.
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When my great grandmother passed away she left her wedding rings for me (the only great grand daughter) to chose to use as my own wedding rings. Although it was somewhat common knowledge they were left for me, it was not written in the will. My extended family is pretty incompetent when it comes to legal issues, so basically everything was left to my great aunt, her oldest living descendent. Fairly recently my great aunt passed away and everything was then passed down to my grandma (everything that hadn't been sold for gambling money). Within two days of my grandmother acquiring my future wedding rings she melted them down for about 200 bucks, let it slip while on the phone with my mom.
TLDR- Grandma melted my wedding rings for 200 dollars.
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When my great grandmother passed away she left her wedding rings for me (the only great grand daughter) to chose to use as my own wedding rings. Although it was somewhat common knowledge they were left for me, it was not written in the will. My extended family is pretty incompetent when it comes to legal issues, so basically everything was left to my great aunt, her oldest living descendent. Fairly recently my great aunt passed away and everything was then passed down to my grandma (everything that hadn't been sold for gambling money). Within two days of my grandmother acquiring my future wedding rings she melted them down for about 200 bucks, let it slip while on the phone with my mom.
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My brother has always been just the single worst person in my life, but he topped it off about 10 years ago with his most fucked up move ever. (background i lived on my own and he still lived with my parents, I was 25 he was 20) He had been doing great for about 6 months, I was struggling hard to make ends meet but I was making it and he was in the same boat really. He was working hard and helping my parents with bills and such and all was going good, until his car broke down, my parents had no money to help and I had seen how much better he seemed to be so I lent him 200$ to help get his car going. Things still went well, he paid me back on his next paycheck (about 1 week later) so all was good. One month later he hurt himself playing paintball with some friends and after all was said and done he owned the hospital 800$ in bills, again I covered it for him (it took my whole savings and I was rather reluctant) and in no time at all he was back at work and was paying be pack 200$ per check he got, so in a few months we were once again even.
A few months later he shows up at my house, his buddies waiting in their car for him, and asks me to 1200$ to replace the engine in his car, I called my parents and they confirm that he is telling the truth (or being dishonest to us all) and so I write him a check and he leaves. Two weeks later I see him driving around and his car is working again, good deal i thought, and I wait patiently to hear back from him about getting my money back. A month goes by and I hear nothing, I call my parents and they tell me he is at work, ok no problem he works about 2 mins from me. On my lunch I swing by his work ( local gas station, he worked the register) I go in, and he is not there, I ask the lady behind the counter if he is on lunch and she tells me he got fired about a month ago (fuck). After work I swing by my parents house, he is not there, I ask them when he gets home and my mom excitedly tells me that because his job pays so well he and a pal moved into an apartment together (double fuck). I spend the next few minutes wiping the grins off my parents faces by telling them what happened, my dad was pissed, my mom still would not believe what her baby could do that to me. In the end after a few more weeks or asking around and such I finally find out where he lives but by the time I get their his "pal" had kicked him out for not paying any bills or trying to get a job, and proceeds to tell me that 400$ of the money I gave him went to first months rent, the remaining 800$ went to booze and a couple of hookers.
It has been many years since this happened and not only has my brother never offered to pay me back, he actually tries to act like it was my fault for giving him the money when he didn't have a job and that family should just do things like that and not expect to get paid back and that even asking him for money at this point is a real dick move. TL:DR fuck my brother, I can't stand him.
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My brother has always been just the single worst person in my life, but he topped it off about 10 years ago with his most fucked up move ever. (background i lived on my own and he still lived with my parents, I was 25 he was 20) He had been doing great for about 6 months, I was struggling hard to make ends meet but I was making it and he was in the same boat really. He was working hard and helping my parents with bills and such and all was going good, until his car broke down, my parents had no money to help and I had seen how much better he seemed to be so I lent him 200$ to help get his car going. Things still went well, he paid me back on his next paycheck (about 1 week later) so all was good. One month later he hurt himself playing paintball with some friends and after all was said and done he owned the hospital 800$ in bills, again I covered it for him (it took my whole savings and I was rather reluctant) and in no time at all he was back at work and was paying be pack 200$ per check he got, so in a few months we were once again even.
A few months later he shows up at my house, his buddies waiting in their car for him, and asks me to 1200$ to replace the engine in his car, I called my parents and they confirm that he is telling the truth (or being dishonest to us all) and so I write him a check and he leaves. Two weeks later I see him driving around and his car is working again, good deal i thought, and I wait patiently to hear back from him about getting my money back. A month goes by and I hear nothing, I call my parents and they tell me he is at work, ok no problem he works about 2 mins from me. On my lunch I swing by his work ( local gas station, he worked the register) I go in, and he is not there, I ask the lady behind the counter if he is on lunch and she tells me he got fired about a month ago (fuck). After work I swing by my parents house, he is not there, I ask them when he gets home and my mom excitedly tells me that because his job pays so well he and a pal moved into an apartment together (double fuck). I spend the next few minutes wiping the grins off my parents faces by telling them what happened, my dad was pissed, my mom still would not believe what her baby could do that to me. In the end after a few more weeks or asking around and such I finally find out where he lives but by the time I get their his "pal" had kicked him out for not paying any bills or trying to get a job, and proceeds to tell me that 400$ of the money I gave him went to first months rent, the remaining 800$ went to booze and a couple of hookers.
It has been many years since this happened and not only has my brother never offered to pay me back, he actually tries to act like it was my fault for giving him the money when he didn't have a job and that family should just do things like that and not expect to get paid back and that even asking him for money at this point is a real dick move. TL:DR fuck my brother, I can't stand him.
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My brother has always been just the single worst person in my life, but he topped it off about 10 years ago with his most fucked up move ever. (background i lived on my own and he still lived with my parents, I was 25 he was 20) He had been doing great for about 6 months, I was struggling hard to make ends meet but I was making it and he was in the same boat really. He was working hard and helping my parents with bills and such and all was going good, until his car broke down, my parents had no money to help and I had seen how much better he seemed to be so I lent him 200$ to help get his car going. Things still went well, he paid me back on his next paycheck (about 1 week later) so all was good. One month later he hurt himself playing paintball with some friends and after all was said and done he owned the hospital 800$ in bills, again I covered it for him (it took my whole savings and I was rather reluctant) and in no time at all he was back at work and was paying be pack 200$ per check he got, so in a few months we were once again even.
A few months later he shows up at my house, his buddies waiting in their car for him, and asks me to 1200$ to replace the engine in his car, I called my parents and they confirm that he is telling the truth (or being dishonest to us all) and so I write him a check and he leaves. Two weeks later I see him driving around and his car is working again, good deal i thought, and I wait patiently to hear back from him about getting my money back. A month goes by and I hear nothing, I call my parents and they tell me he is at work, ok no problem he works about 2 mins from me. On my lunch I swing by his work ( local gas station, he worked the register) I go in, and he is not there, I ask the lady behind the counter if he is on lunch and she tells me he got fired about a month ago (fuck). After work I swing by my parents house, he is not there, I ask them when he gets home and my mom excitedly tells me that because his job pays so well he and a pal moved into an apartment together (double fuck). I spend the next few minutes wiping the grins off my parents faces by telling them what happened, my dad was pissed, my mom still would not believe what her baby could do that to me. In the end after a few more weeks or asking around and such I finally find out where he lives but by the time I get their his "pal" had kicked him out for not paying any bills or trying to get a job, and proceeds to tell me that 400$ of the money I gave him went to first months rent, the remaining 800$ went to booze and a couple of hookers.
It has been many years since this happened and not only has my brother never offered to pay me back, he actually tries to act like it was my fault for giving him the money when he didn't have a job and that family should just do things like that and not expect to get paid back and that even asking him for money at this point is a real dick move.
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fuck my brother, I can't stand him.
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When we had moved to a new city closer to some family, my mom had entered into a daycare rotation with my cousin. On paper it worked rather well. My cousin and my mom worked fairly different shifts, and being newer to town, my parents had to do more overtime work to adjust to the new settings. They'd stay later on the days where my cousin would drive me back home (I was about 6 at the time and lived about 4 or so kilometers up a mountain (not complaining, just giving context to how far it would be if I were to walk)) and leave earlier when it was their turn to pick up my cousin. Pretty simple, pretty efficient, right?
Well, it would be if it weren't for some personality clashes. My cousin is a very self-centred woman with a lot of insecurities, especially concerning her familial roles. Not anything I've ever questioned in great detail, but being around the big family my dad and her husband stem from always stresses her out, and she's a mother of a real misbehaved child who she likes to spoil.
So naturally this happens in the middle of winter, in Kellowna, Canada. Not as bad as some foreingers may be imagining Canadian winters, but Kellowna is basically a desert with now humidity to regulate the temperature. So we're hitting something in the negative 20s before windchill and some pretty heavy snow. As is wont to happen to youngsters in the winter, my cousin's son, Kyle, had developed a cold and had to stay home with his mother for the day. So now my cousin is sticking around at home all day looking after her son, making sure he's tucked in, all that jazz.
Now, my parents, her husband, or any of the other family we have within a drive's distance would have been more than willing to take a few minutes out of their schedule to drive me back home if she had called them. There was a solution here that didn't involve leaving a sleeping child in a bed for five minutes. But she didn't take that solution. Nuh, uh.
Instead, after school had ended, I was left outside in the cold canadian winter for nearly forty minutes before the parent of a friend of mine had called them to see when they were coming to pick me up. Moments later, the husband to my cousin in question is rushing down from work, picks me up, and has dropped me off. He says he'll be over in the evening.
That evening we had the two over and my goodness, my mother's voice still shakes with rage when she retells the story. I don't remember much at all, but my mom has told me it's the angriest my father has ever been with family, and we have a pretty fucking big family to get mad at. I'm pretty sure there's still some conflict with her to this day.
TL;DR: My cousin leaves a six year old out in the winter without telling anyone.
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When we had moved to a new city closer to some family, my mom had entered into a daycare rotation with my cousin. On paper it worked rather well. My cousin and my mom worked fairly different shifts, and being newer to town, my parents had to do more overtime work to adjust to the new settings. They'd stay later on the days where my cousin would drive me back home (I was about 6 at the time and lived about 4 or so kilometers up a mountain (not complaining, just giving context to how far it would be if I were to walk)) and leave earlier when it was their turn to pick up my cousin. Pretty simple, pretty efficient, right?
Well, it would be if it weren't for some personality clashes. My cousin is a very self-centred woman with a lot of insecurities, especially concerning her familial roles. Not anything I've ever questioned in great detail, but being around the big family my dad and her husband stem from always stresses her out, and she's a mother of a real misbehaved child who she likes to spoil.
So naturally this happens in the middle of winter, in Kellowna, Canada. Not as bad as some foreingers may be imagining Canadian winters, but Kellowna is basically a desert with now humidity to regulate the temperature. So we're hitting something in the negative 20s before windchill and some pretty heavy snow. As is wont to happen to youngsters in the winter, my cousin's son, Kyle, had developed a cold and had to stay home with his mother for the day. So now my cousin is sticking around at home all day looking after her son, making sure he's tucked in, all that jazz.
Now, my parents, her husband, or any of the other family we have within a drive's distance would have been more than willing to take a few minutes out of their schedule to drive me back home if she had called them. There was a solution here that didn't involve leaving a sleeping child in a bed for five minutes. But she didn't take that solution. Nuh, uh.
Instead, after school had ended, I was left outside in the cold canadian winter for nearly forty minutes before the parent of a friend of mine had called them to see when they were coming to pick me up. Moments later, the husband to my cousin in question is rushing down from work, picks me up, and has dropped me off. He says he'll be over in the evening.
That evening we had the two over and my goodness, my mother's voice still shakes with rage when she retells the story. I don't remember much at all, but my mom has told me it's the angriest my father has ever been with family, and we have a pretty fucking big family to get mad at. I'm pretty sure there's still some conflict with her to this day.
TL;DR: My cousin leaves a six year old out in the winter without telling anyone.
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When we had moved to a new city closer to some family, my mom had entered into a daycare rotation with my cousin. On paper it worked rather well. My cousin and my mom worked fairly different shifts, and being newer to town, my parents had to do more overtime work to adjust to the new settings. They'd stay later on the days where my cousin would drive me back home (I was about 6 at the time and lived about 4 or so kilometers up a mountain (not complaining, just giving context to how far it would be if I were to walk)) and leave earlier when it was their turn to pick up my cousin. Pretty simple, pretty efficient, right?
Well, it would be if it weren't for some personality clashes. My cousin is a very self-centred woman with a lot of insecurities, especially concerning her familial roles. Not anything I've ever questioned in great detail, but being around the big family my dad and her husband stem from always stresses her out, and she's a mother of a real misbehaved child who she likes to spoil.
So naturally this happens in the middle of winter, in Kellowna, Canada. Not as bad as some foreingers may be imagining Canadian winters, but Kellowna is basically a desert with now humidity to regulate the temperature. So we're hitting something in the negative 20s before windchill and some pretty heavy snow. As is wont to happen to youngsters in the winter, my cousin's son, Kyle, had developed a cold and had to stay home with his mother for the day. So now my cousin is sticking around at home all day looking after her son, making sure he's tucked in, all that jazz.
Now, my parents, her husband, or any of the other family we have within a drive's distance would have been more than willing to take a few minutes out of their schedule to drive me back home if she had called them. There was a solution here that didn't involve leaving a sleeping child in a bed for five minutes. But she didn't take that solution. Nuh, uh.
Instead, after school had ended, I was left outside in the cold canadian winter for nearly forty minutes before the parent of a friend of mine had called them to see when they were coming to pick me up. Moments later, the husband to my cousin in question is rushing down from work, picks me up, and has dropped me off. He says he'll be over in the evening.
That evening we had the two over and my goodness, my mother's voice still shakes with rage when she retells the story. I don't remember much at all, but my mom has told me it's the angriest my father has ever been with family, and we have a pretty fucking big family to get mad at. I'm pretty sure there's still some conflict with her to this day.
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My father died a few years ago. At the time he was married to my step mother and had two other children with her (as well as me and my younger sister). Dad was the best father I could ask for, but was oblivious to what a horrible woman my step mother was.
When dad was at work, my step mum would leave my sister and I at home and tell us she's taking my step brother and sister out for "family day". We were 10 and 7 at the time and spent most weekends home alone all day. This is just an example of what she was like constantly. She basically told us all te one we weren't her real family.
Anyway, when my father passed away he had about 1.5 mil life insurance left for us. Half a million was for his wife and then rest was to be split evenly for us four kids until we were 25.
Somehow my step mum figured out some loophole and claimed all the money for herself an her two kids. We tried to fight it in court but were told we had no legal rights.
I live with mum now which is great. I'm happy not to see that horrible woman, but with that comes the loss of my brother and sister. I've missed out on seeing them grow up and being a part of their lives. My brother tuned 10 in April, that was the last time I've seen them.
Tl;dr- Evil stepmother.
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My father died a few years ago. At the time he was married to my step mother and had two other children with her (as well as me and my younger sister). Dad was the best father I could ask for, but was oblivious to what a horrible woman my step mother was.
When dad was at work, my step mum would leave my sister and I at home and tell us she's taking my step brother and sister out for "family day". We were 10 and 7 at the time and spent most weekends home alone all day. This is just an example of what she was like constantly. She basically told us all te one we weren't her real family.
Anyway, when my father passed away he had about 1.5 mil life insurance left for us. Half a million was for his wife and then rest was to be split evenly for us four kids until we were 25.
Somehow my step mum figured out some loophole and claimed all the money for herself an her two kids. We tried to fight it in court but were told we had no legal rights.
I live with mum now which is great. I'm happy not to see that horrible woman, but with that comes the loss of my brother and sister. I've missed out on seeing them grow up and being a part of their lives. My brother tuned 10 in April, that was the last time I've seen them.
Tl;dr- Evil stepmother.
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My father died a few years ago. At the time he was married to my step mother and had two other children with her (as well as me and my younger sister). Dad was the best father I could ask for, but was oblivious to what a horrible woman my step mother was.
When dad was at work, my step mum would leave my sister and I at home and tell us she's taking my step brother and sister out for "family day". We were 10 and 7 at the time and spent most weekends home alone all day. This is just an example of what she was like constantly. She basically told us all te one we weren't her real family.
Anyway, when my father passed away he had about 1.5 mil life insurance left for us. Half a million was for his wife and then rest was to be split evenly for us four kids until we were 25.
Somehow my step mum figured out some loophole and claimed all the money for herself an her two kids. We tried to fight it in court but were told we had no legal rights.
I live with mum now which is great. I'm happy not to see that horrible woman, but with that comes the loss of my brother and sister. I've missed out on seeing them grow up and being a part of their lives. My brother tuned 10 in April, that was the last time I've seen them.
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Evil stepmother.
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In high school I got really sick out of nowhere. In 7 weeks I lost over 30 pounds and went from being super active (swimming 6-7 miles, running 30 minutes, weights 60 minutes per day) to watching my body wither away. I simply stopped eating and developed a complete aversion to food (not even the smell of my favorite food would make me salivate). I go to a gastroenterologist (I had diarrhea, abdominal pain and sporadic bleeding) and get a myriad of tests done over the next 3 months. Nothing comes back conclusive and eventually my parents told me to suck it up. I'm not the type of person who really seeks support, but up until that point it was nice knowing I had it. My brother would flat out call me a liar, saying I was faking it and they stopped defending me (I am the type of person who HATES pity, he relishes in it). Finally after 7/8 months, through process of elimination and trying meds, I am put of steroids. Within a week I am eating, gaining weight, gaining energy and getting back to my life. At that point my parents and brother believed me, but the damage was done.
TLDR: Crohn's can be a bitch to diagnose.
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In high school I got really sick out of nowhere. In 7 weeks I lost over 30 pounds and went from being super active (swimming 6-7 miles, running 30 minutes, weights 60 minutes per day) to watching my body wither away. I simply stopped eating and developed a complete aversion to food (not even the smell of my favorite food would make me salivate). I go to a gastroenterologist (I had diarrhea, abdominal pain and sporadic bleeding) and get a myriad of tests done over the next 3 months. Nothing comes back conclusive and eventually my parents told me to suck it up. I'm not the type of person who really seeks support, but up until that point it was nice knowing I had it. My brother would flat out call me a liar, saying I was faking it and they stopped defending me (I am the type of person who HATES pity, he relishes in it). Finally after 7/8 months, through process of elimination and trying meds, I am put of steroids. Within a week I am eating, gaining weight, gaining energy and getting back to my life. At that point my parents and brother believed me, but the damage was done.
TLDR: Crohn's can be a bitch to diagnose.
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t5_2qh1i
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cc7y7r1
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In high school I got really sick out of nowhere. In 7 weeks I lost over 30 pounds and went from being super active (swimming 6-7 miles, running 30 minutes, weights 60 minutes per day) to watching my body wither away. I simply stopped eating and developed a complete aversion to food (not even the smell of my favorite food would make me salivate). I go to a gastroenterologist (I had diarrhea, abdominal pain and sporadic bleeding) and get a myriad of tests done over the next 3 months. Nothing comes back conclusive and eventually my parents told me to suck it up. I'm not the type of person who really seeks support, but up until that point it was nice knowing I had it. My brother would flat out call me a liar, saying I was faking it and they stopped defending me (I am the type of person who HATES pity, he relishes in it). Finally after 7/8 months, through process of elimination and trying meds, I am put of steroids. Within a week I am eating, gaining weight, gaining energy and getting back to my life. At that point my parents and brother believed me, but the damage was done.
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Crohn's can be a bitch to diagnose.
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RandomHerosan
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My brother has a whole list.
1.Inviting his friends over to a new years party at my parents house knowing I was house sitting and away for the night downtown celebrating with friends. I return to a trashed house with lots of stuff stolen and him and his asshole friends passed out everywhere I took pictures with my phone but my parents still think I threw a party there and just tried to use him as a scapegoat.
2- Has stolen lots of my stuff and sold it to buy drugs and booze for himself. (I tried to confront him with my parents but he lied his way out of it when my parents left he looked at me with a smug smile on his face)
3.Tried to take advantage of my drunk girlfriend in front of me. Also did this with an Ex who I was still in love with at the time and he knew that.
4.Introduces himself to people when after I have "Hi I'm Randomherosan's older brother we've been in two fights and I've won both"...which is completely untrue considering I stand a foot taller than him and both times he attacked me in a rage and I ended up putting him through a wall.
Tl;dr My brother is Scumbag Steve still is and always will be.
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My brother has a whole list.
1.Inviting his friends over to a new years party at my parents house knowing I was house sitting and away for the night downtown celebrating with friends. I return to a trashed house with lots of stuff stolen and him and his asshole friends passed out everywhere I took pictures with my phone but my parents still think I threw a party there and just tried to use him as a scapegoat.
2- Has stolen lots of my stuff and sold it to buy drugs and booze for himself. (I tried to confront him with my parents but he lied his way out of it when my parents left he looked at me with a smug smile on his face)
3.Tried to take advantage of my drunk girlfriend in front of me. Also did this with an Ex who I was still in love with at the time and he knew that.
4.Introduces himself to people when after I have "Hi I'm Randomherosan's older brother we've been in two fights and I've won both"...which is completely untrue considering I stand a foot taller than him and both times he attacked me in a rage and I ended up putting him through a wall.
Tl;dr My brother is Scumbag Steve still is and always will be.
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t5_2qh1i
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My brother has a whole list.
1.Inviting his friends over to a new years party at my parents house knowing I was house sitting and away for the night downtown celebrating with friends. I return to a trashed house with lots of stuff stolen and him and his asshole friends passed out everywhere I took pictures with my phone but my parents still think I threw a party there and just tried to use him as a scapegoat.
2- Has stolen lots of my stuff and sold it to buy drugs and booze for himself. (I tried to confront him with my parents but he lied his way out of it when my parents left he looked at me with a smug smile on his face)
3.Tried to take advantage of my drunk girlfriend in front of me. Also did this with an Ex who I was still in love with at the time and he knew that.
4.Introduces himself to people when after I have "Hi I'm Randomherosan's older brother we've been in two fights and I've won both"...which is completely untrue considering I stand a foot taller than him and both times he attacked me in a rage and I ended up putting him through a wall.
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My brother is Scumbag Steve still is and always will be.
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LadyMegbeth
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I'm not crazy, my mother is. She started the last of very many yelling matches with angry and confused 13 year-old me, sending my little sister (3 years younger) to our neighbor's house to call the LAPD. My mother had thrown our phone against the wall moments before. After mom fibbed about me being physically abusive, I was unjustly hand-cuffed, stuffed into the back of a cop car, processed, put into an emergency mental ward overnight (attempting to sleep with only a translucent curtain separating me from all the real crazies howling for hours), and then placed into a mental ward at a hospital in fucking Compton. I stayed there for 3 months because I didn't want to go into foster care; "I already HAVE A FAMILY". It took time to place me into a group home in Los Angeles. The ultimate goal of this home was to reunite family. My mother quit coming to our meetings after a week. She came on what was supposed to be a meeting with my clinician and me, didn't say anything to anyone, dropping my carelessly-packed belongings at the gate. Abandonment issues remain a struggle in my adult life.
TL;DR: My crazy yet convincing mother lied to the police in order to get rid of me, giving me away to the state of California at age 13.
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I'm not crazy, my mother is. She started the last of very many yelling matches with angry and confused 13 year-old me, sending my little sister (3 years younger) to our neighbor's house to call the LAPD. My mother had thrown our phone against the wall moments before. After mom fibbed about me being physically abusive, I was unjustly hand-cuffed, stuffed into the back of a cop car, processed, put into an emergency mental ward overnight (attempting to sleep with only a translucent curtain separating me from all the real crazies howling for hours), and then placed into a mental ward at a hospital in fucking Compton. I stayed there for 3 months because I didn't want to go into foster care; "I already HAVE A FAMILY". It took time to place me into a group home in Los Angeles. The ultimate goal of this home was to reunite family. My mother quit coming to our meetings after a week. She came on what was supposed to be a meeting with my clinician and me, didn't say anything to anyone, dropping my carelessly-packed belongings at the gate. Abandonment issues remain a struggle in my adult life.
TL;DR: My crazy yet convincing mother lied to the police in order to get rid of me, giving me away to the state of California at age 13.
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cc7yhrv
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I'm not crazy, my mother is. She started the last of very many yelling matches with angry and confused 13 year-old me, sending my little sister (3 years younger) to our neighbor's house to call the LAPD. My mother had thrown our phone against the wall moments before. After mom fibbed about me being physically abusive, I was unjustly hand-cuffed, stuffed into the back of a cop car, processed, put into an emergency mental ward overnight (attempting to sleep with only a translucent curtain separating me from all the real crazies howling for hours), and then placed into a mental ward at a hospital in fucking Compton. I stayed there for 3 months because I didn't want to go into foster care; "I already HAVE A FAMILY". It took time to place me into a group home in Los Angeles. The ultimate goal of this home was to reunite family. My mother quit coming to our meetings after a week. She came on what was supposed to be a meeting with my clinician and me, didn't say anything to anyone, dropping my carelessly-packed belongings at the gate. Abandonment issues remain a struggle in my adult life.
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My crazy yet convincing mother lied to the police in order to get rid of me, giving me away to the state of California at age 13.
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r4venn
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When I was younger, much younger <4 years old my now estranged aunt used to babysit me. While I don't remember this story myself the rest of my family remembers it quite well, and explains why she is estranged.
From what I understand my aunt had grown very attached to me and repeatedly called me her son and her little boy and so forth. Not to horrible right? Well it continues on and gets stranger and stranger, at some point my mom decides she has had enough and can't take it so she sits my aunt down and has a nice chat with her. She does her best to explain that they are going to find a new babysitter for me she tried her best to make it sound to my aunt's benefit. The conversation ends and my aunt is going to continue to watch me until the end of the week when the new babysitter starts.
The rest of the week goes by pretty uneventful my aunt is clearly upset and makes it known to my parents that she would prefer to just continue to baby sit me and so on. My mom of course stand firm, and states no he's my son and this is my decision. Well fast forward to the last day of her watch, my mother comes home to find the tub running and my aunt sitting outside the bathroom -- no sign of me. My mother pushes my aunt to the side/to the ground and gets into the bathroom to find me laying down in the tub with the water jut barely starting to cover my face. I was taken to the hospital, I was fine. My aunt was ordered to go to consoling and to stay away from the rest of the family for a while.
Fast forward 15 years, my aunt starts showing up at family gatherings and apologizes to me and the rest of the family. Turns out she was using drugs, had was clearly in a bad place mentally. I am still her favorite nephew but of course I am 25 now so I am not nearly as little (ha). Everything now is like a normal family, with arguing, grudges and passive aggressive attacks on one another.
Good Times.
TL;DR -- Aunt wanted me to be her son, Mom said hell no. Aunt tried to drown me. After a long time away my aunt came back to the family everything good now.
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When I was younger, much younger <4 years old my now estranged aunt used to babysit me. While I don't remember this story myself the rest of my family remembers it quite well, and explains why she is estranged.
From what I understand my aunt had grown very attached to me and repeatedly called me her son and her little boy and so forth. Not to horrible right? Well it continues on and gets stranger and stranger, at some point my mom decides she has had enough and can't take it so she sits my aunt down and has a nice chat with her. She does her best to explain that they are going to find a new babysitter for me she tried her best to make it sound to my aunt's benefit. The conversation ends and my aunt is going to continue to watch me until the end of the week when the new babysitter starts.
The rest of the week goes by pretty uneventful my aunt is clearly upset and makes it known to my parents that she would prefer to just continue to baby sit me and so on. My mom of course stand firm, and states no he's my son and this is my decision. Well fast forward to the last day of her watch, my mother comes home to find the tub running and my aunt sitting outside the bathroom -- no sign of me. My mother pushes my aunt to the side/to the ground and gets into the bathroom to find me laying down in the tub with the water jut barely starting to cover my face. I was taken to the hospital, I was fine. My aunt was ordered to go to consoling and to stay away from the rest of the family for a while.
Fast forward 15 years, my aunt starts showing up at family gatherings and apologizes to me and the rest of the family. Turns out she was using drugs, had was clearly in a bad place mentally. I am still her favorite nephew but of course I am 25 now so I am not nearly as little (ha). Everything now is like a normal family, with arguing, grudges and passive aggressive attacks on one another.
Good Times.
TL;DR -- Aunt wanted me to be her son, Mom said hell no. Aunt tried to drown me. After a long time away my aunt came back to the family everything good now.
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cc7ymc7
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When I was younger, much younger <4 years old my now estranged aunt used to babysit me. While I don't remember this story myself the rest of my family remembers it quite well, and explains why she is estranged.
From what I understand my aunt had grown very attached to me and repeatedly called me her son and her little boy and so forth. Not to horrible right? Well it continues on and gets stranger and stranger, at some point my mom decides she has had enough and can't take it so she sits my aunt down and has a nice chat with her. She does her best to explain that they are going to find a new babysitter for me she tried her best to make it sound to my aunt's benefit. The conversation ends and my aunt is going to continue to watch me until the end of the week when the new babysitter starts.
The rest of the week goes by pretty uneventful my aunt is clearly upset and makes it known to my parents that she would prefer to just continue to baby sit me and so on. My mom of course stand firm, and states no he's my son and this is my decision. Well fast forward to the last day of her watch, my mother comes home to find the tub running and my aunt sitting outside the bathroom -- no sign of me. My mother pushes my aunt to the side/to the ground and gets into the bathroom to find me laying down in the tub with the water jut barely starting to cover my face. I was taken to the hospital, I was fine. My aunt was ordered to go to consoling and to stay away from the rest of the family for a while.
Fast forward 15 years, my aunt starts showing up at family gatherings and apologizes to me and the rest of the family. Turns out she was using drugs, had was clearly in a bad place mentally. I am still her favorite nephew but of course I am 25 now so I am not nearly as little (ha). Everything now is like a normal family, with arguing, grudges and passive aggressive attacks on one another.
Good Times.
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Aunt wanted me to be her son, Mom said hell no. Aunt tried to drown me. After a long time away my aunt came back to the family everything good now.
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haynes03
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Ohh God where to begin...Well my father was physically abusive to my mother and I for the vast majority of my life. He would beat the crap out of us for the most minor things. But this story seems to stick out in my mind. I was 10, and going through some things mentally, it was like i was jumping through time...skipping seconds. My mom called it "Zoning Out." I was in the car with my dad, he said something but I didn't hear it. I was "Zoning Out" at the time. He asked me to answer him, so I made something up. He grabbed my head by the scalp, and slammed my head into the car window multiple times saying "You are a fucking moron!" As it turns out, when I was skipping through time, I was actually having petit mal seizures. The multiple head traumas from him, probably didn't help. I now have to take medication every day to control the seizures.
TL;DR : My father slammed my head Into a car window, while having a seizure, because it thought I was stupid.
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Ohh God where to begin...Well my father was physically abusive to my mother and I for the vast majority of my life. He would beat the crap out of us for the most minor things. But this story seems to stick out in my mind. I was 10, and going through some things mentally, it was like i was jumping through time...skipping seconds. My mom called it "Zoning Out." I was in the car with my dad, he said something but I didn't hear it. I was "Zoning Out" at the time. He asked me to answer him, so I made something up. He grabbed my head by the scalp, and slammed my head into the car window multiple times saying "You are a fucking moron!" As it turns out, when I was skipping through time, I was actually having petit mal seizures. The multiple head traumas from him, probably didn't help. I now have to take medication every day to control the seizures.
TL;DR : My father slammed my head Into a car window, while having a seizure, because it thought I was stupid.
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cc7ysbk
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Ohh God where to begin...Well my father was physically abusive to my mother and I for the vast majority of my life. He would beat the crap out of us for the most minor things. But this story seems to stick out in my mind. I was 10, and going through some things mentally, it was like i was jumping through time...skipping seconds. My mom called it "Zoning Out." I was in the car with my dad, he said something but I didn't hear it. I was "Zoning Out" at the time. He asked me to answer him, so I made something up. He grabbed my head by the scalp, and slammed my head into the car window multiple times saying "You are a fucking moron!" As it turns out, when I was skipping through time, I was actually having petit mal seizures. The multiple head traumas from him, probably didn't help. I now have to take medication every day to control the seizures.
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My father slammed my head Into a car window, while having a seizure, because it thought I was stupid.
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Thechadbaker
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My parents were killed in a car accident when I was young. Due to the circumstances of the accident there was a lawsuit filed. (An 18 wheeler was speeding and was unable to stop and rear ended my parents car.) For those in the Houston, TX area, I'm sure you've seen Smith & Hassler Law commercials. The Hassler is my uncle and had my grandparents (his parents) fire their lawyer and hire him instead. He, along with another family lawyer (my fathers side) and a law guardian (because my sister and I were minors) the case was easily won. Now, how my uncle was able to convince his parents to hire him, he promised to waive his pay. At the close of the case he said he needed the money to help with his firm but that he would pay my sister and myself the money when we turned 18. I'm 36 and have never received anything. Now, I want I say that because of the lawsuit I do not need the money and the money is not the issue. My problem is that a family member took advantage of the death for their own gain.
TLDR; Uncle took lawyers place in wrongful death of family member promising to not accept pay. Took pay and never mentions anything about in 25 years.
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My parents were killed in a car accident when I was young. Due to the circumstances of the accident there was a lawsuit filed. (An 18 wheeler was speeding and was unable to stop and rear ended my parents car.) For those in the Houston, TX area, I'm sure you've seen Smith & Hassler Law commercials. The Hassler is my uncle and had my grandparents (his parents) fire their lawyer and hire him instead. He, along with another family lawyer (my fathers side) and a law guardian (because my sister and I were minors) the case was easily won. Now, how my uncle was able to convince his parents to hire him, he promised to waive his pay. At the close of the case he said he needed the money to help with his firm but that he would pay my sister and myself the money when we turned 18. I'm 36 and have never received anything. Now, I want I say that because of the lawsuit I do not need the money and the money is not the issue. My problem is that a family member took advantage of the death for their own gain.
TLDR; Uncle took lawyers place in wrongful death of family member promising to not accept pay. Took pay and never mentions anything about in 25 years.
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My parents were killed in a car accident when I was young. Due to the circumstances of the accident there was a lawsuit filed. (An 18 wheeler was speeding and was unable to stop and rear ended my parents car.) For those in the Houston, TX area, I'm sure you've seen Smith & Hassler Law commercials. The Hassler is my uncle and had my grandparents (his parents) fire their lawyer and hire him instead. He, along with another family lawyer (my fathers side) and a law guardian (because my sister and I were minors) the case was easily won. Now, how my uncle was able to convince his parents to hire him, he promised to waive his pay. At the close of the case he said he needed the money to help with his firm but that he would pay my sister and myself the money when we turned 18. I'm 36 and have never received anything. Now, I want I say that because of the lawsuit I do not need the money and the money is not the issue. My problem is that a family member took advantage of the death for their own gain.
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Uncle took lawyers place in wrongful death of family member promising to not accept pay. Took pay and never mentions anything about in 25 years.
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chilson18
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My uncle always felt entitled to everything. My grandmother was a wonderful lady, so she happily did everything for him. When she aged, she got pancreatic cancer, and so all of my mothers and grandmother's money went to that. So therefore, he couldn't afford the sportscar of his dreams, and got pissed. His second (at the time) wife hated my mother and her in laws, so she would never go to see them. She talked some sort of bullshit that my uncle bought and he was convinced that my grandmother and mother were cheating him out of the money because "they didn't like her." So, my Uncle forbids his children from seeing their sick grandmother saying "she was possessed by the devil" and that's why she got sick and died. In her last weeks, she was in a coma, and he only showed up when it seemed like it was the end.
After my grandmother died, he wanted most of her money, despite my grandmother allocating it evenly with her 5 grandchildren and 2 children. He gets pissed my mom doesn't give up more of our shares, so he sells my grandmother's house, and pockets the cash. We haven't spoken to him in over 12 years.
Tl;Dr: My uncle feels entitled to most of the cash my grandmother divided amongst 7 relatives when she died so he sells her house. Keeps his kids from seeing her because her cancer treatment cost too much to lens him money to buy a sportscar, and tells his kids she was possessed by the devil and died from that.
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My uncle always felt entitled to everything. My grandmother was a wonderful lady, so she happily did everything for him. When she aged, she got pancreatic cancer, and so all of my mothers and grandmother's money went to that. So therefore, he couldn't afford the sportscar of his dreams, and got pissed. His second (at the time) wife hated my mother and her in laws, so she would never go to see them. She talked some sort of bullshit that my uncle bought and he was convinced that my grandmother and mother were cheating him out of the money because "they didn't like her." So, my Uncle forbids his children from seeing their sick grandmother saying "she was possessed by the devil" and that's why she got sick and died. In her last weeks, she was in a coma, and he only showed up when it seemed like it was the end.
After my grandmother died, he wanted most of her money, despite my grandmother allocating it evenly with her 5 grandchildren and 2 children. He gets pissed my mom doesn't give up more of our shares, so he sells my grandmother's house, and pockets the cash. We haven't spoken to him in over 12 years.
Tl;Dr: My uncle feels entitled to most of the cash my grandmother divided amongst 7 relatives when she died so he sells her house. Keeps his kids from seeing her because her cancer treatment cost too much to lens him money to buy a sportscar, and tells his kids she was possessed by the devil and died from that.
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My uncle always felt entitled to everything. My grandmother was a wonderful lady, so she happily did everything for him. When she aged, she got pancreatic cancer, and so all of my mothers and grandmother's money went to that. So therefore, he couldn't afford the sportscar of his dreams, and got pissed. His second (at the time) wife hated my mother and her in laws, so she would never go to see them. She talked some sort of bullshit that my uncle bought and he was convinced that my grandmother and mother were cheating him out of the money because "they didn't like her." So, my Uncle forbids his children from seeing their sick grandmother saying "she was possessed by the devil" and that's why she got sick and died. In her last weeks, she was in a coma, and he only showed up when it seemed like it was the end.
After my grandmother died, he wanted most of her money, despite my grandmother allocating it evenly with her 5 grandchildren and 2 children. He gets pissed my mom doesn't give up more of our shares, so he sells my grandmother's house, and pockets the cash. We haven't spoken to him in over 12 years.
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My uncle feels entitled to most of the cash my grandmother divided amongst 7 relatives when she died so he sells her house. Keeps his kids from seeing her because her cancer treatment cost too much to lens him money to buy a sportscar, and tells his kids she was possessed by the devil and died from that.
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My mom has been a terrible alcoholic for much of her life. Most of the things that had happened were told to me by her and my father years later since I don't actually remember most things before age 5 or so. I have never told anyone about any of this, not even my best friends.
Age 3: My mom would sometimes drink and drive, even when I was in the car. One day, she had me in the car and I guess we stopped at a liquor store. She bought a bottle of Vodka and started to drink it in the car. We lived about 25 mins from the store and when we started to drive up our street, some neighbors said that they saw her swerving all over the street. Keep in mind that this is a narrow 2-way street with cars parked on either side. We pulled into the driveway and she stammered out to come around and take me out of my car seat and when she came to the door, bam. She fell to the ground and didn't get up. She blacked out cold. I was crying and screaming for at least 20 mins before a neighbor heard me and came rushing to the car. She ended up drinking half of the bottle of Vodka within a 25 minute period. I don't know what happened after that.
Age 7 or 8: One night, she asked my father (ex-husband) to come stay at our house (i was told 'because she was scared of some noises at night' and I'm pretty confidant that this was a lie to cover up something deeper). My father and I were falling asleep when she got up from the bed, drunk, and went down the hall. After she got out of the line of sight, we heard this loud 'thunk'. She had blacked out standing up and fell head first into the tile floor. Blood was everywhere. My dad was yelling at me when he was on the phone with 9-11 asking me for the house address (because he didn't live there) and I didn't know because I was only 7 or 8. I watched my mom's lifeless body lay there and my father try and wake and firemen burst through the door and try and revive her. They loaded her up on a gurney and took her to the hospital. My father and I followed. This was at 3:00 AM. When I was there, she woke up and didn't want me in the room because they had to remove parts of her clothing or something. I had to wait outside by myself. I was waiting in a large room where new emergency patients came in and some lady was brought in with her arms and legs tied down to the gurney screaming the most blood curdling scream I have ever heard. She was making the gurney wet with something. Not sure if it was blood, pee, or sweat but it was everywhere. I don't know what happened after that.
Age 10: After my mom said she had given up drinking, I found a huge stash of empty beer bottles and cans in the cupboard under her bathroom sink. It was so full that you couldn't put anything else inside of it. I never told anyone because I didn't want her to get into trouble.
Age 11: My mom was forever trying to find a new boyfriend. Most of them didn't give a shit about me and just lusted for my mom. It was hard for me to watch her say 'I need to go talk to charlie in the bedroom for a while' and hear them have sex. This went on for about a year. One night they were so loud that I screamed 'MOM!' for like a couple of minutes. She eventually heard me and said 'ill be out in a minute!" and started back up again. She eventually came out in a robe and said it was the T.V. making the noise and then slammed the door and went back into her room. I thought about hanging myself that night from my bunk bed with a belt, but I didn't. I woke up by myself because she forgot to set her alarm and didn't wake me up. I made myself breakfast and left a note saying that I walked myself to school. The night after, this guy Charlie, proceded to talk to my mom in the kitchen with me sitting at the table in the dining room (no walls separated the 2 rooms) and he said 'Im gonna fuck you so hard, you're gonna need therapy for the rest of your life.' The worst part of this guy Charlie was that he tried to be my friend so much by trying to teach me how to surf and building me a treehouse. This was most likely to make himself look really good infront of my mom. I planned on stabbing him with a kitchen knife when he had returned from where ever he went during the day. He never showed up that night.
There were many more incidents between the gaps including numerous interventions and rehab. She has been sober for years now and is a wonderful mother who loves and cares about me very much. I don't really blame her for most of the things that happened since she could not control her alcoholism. Thanks for reading my vent.
**TL;DR** Alcohol and sex.
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My mom has been a terrible alcoholic for much of her life. Most of the things that had happened were told to me by her and my father years later since I don't actually remember most things before age 5 or so. I have never told anyone about any of this, not even my best friends.
Age 3: My mom would sometimes drink and drive, even when I was in the car. One day, she had me in the car and I guess we stopped at a liquor store. She bought a bottle of Vodka and started to drink it in the car. We lived about 25 mins from the store and when we started to drive up our street, some neighbors said that they saw her swerving all over the street. Keep in mind that this is a narrow 2-way street with cars parked on either side. We pulled into the driveway and she stammered out to come around and take me out of my car seat and when she came to the door, bam. She fell to the ground and didn't get up. She blacked out cold. I was crying and screaming for at least 20 mins before a neighbor heard me and came rushing to the car. She ended up drinking half of the bottle of Vodka within a 25 minute period. I don't know what happened after that.
Age 7 or 8: One night, she asked my father (ex-husband) to come stay at our house (i was told 'because she was scared of some noises at night' and I'm pretty confidant that this was a lie to cover up something deeper). My father and I were falling asleep when she got up from the bed, drunk, and went down the hall. After she got out of the line of sight, we heard this loud 'thunk'. She had blacked out standing up and fell head first into the tile floor. Blood was everywhere. My dad was yelling at me when he was on the phone with 9-11 asking me for the house address (because he didn't live there) and I didn't know because I was only 7 or 8. I watched my mom's lifeless body lay there and my father try and wake and firemen burst through the door and try and revive her. They loaded her up on a gurney and took her to the hospital. My father and I followed. This was at 3:00 AM. When I was there, she woke up and didn't want me in the room because they had to remove parts of her clothing or something. I had to wait outside by myself. I was waiting in a large room where new emergency patients came in and some lady was brought in with her arms and legs tied down to the gurney screaming the most blood curdling scream I have ever heard. She was making the gurney wet with something. Not sure if it was blood, pee, or sweat but it was everywhere. I don't know what happened after that.
Age 10: After my mom said she had given up drinking, I found a huge stash of empty beer bottles and cans in the cupboard under her bathroom sink. It was so full that you couldn't put anything else inside of it. I never told anyone because I didn't want her to get into trouble.
Age 11: My mom was forever trying to find a new boyfriend. Most of them didn't give a shit about me and just lusted for my mom. It was hard for me to watch her say 'I need to go talk to charlie in the bedroom for a while' and hear them have sex. This went on for about a year. One night they were so loud that I screamed 'MOM!' for like a couple of minutes. She eventually heard me and said 'ill be out in a minute!" and started back up again. She eventually came out in a robe and said it was the T.V. making the noise and then slammed the door and went back into her room. I thought about hanging myself that night from my bunk bed with a belt, but I didn't. I woke up by myself because she forgot to set her alarm and didn't wake me up. I made myself breakfast and left a note saying that I walked myself to school. The night after, this guy Charlie, proceded to talk to my mom in the kitchen with me sitting at the table in the dining room (no walls separated the 2 rooms) and he said 'Im gonna fuck you so hard, you're gonna need therapy for the rest of your life.' The worst part of this guy Charlie was that he tried to be my friend so much by trying to teach me how to surf and building me a treehouse. This was most likely to make himself look really good infront of my mom. I planned on stabbing him with a kitchen knife when he had returned from where ever he went during the day. He never showed up that night.
There were many more incidents between the gaps including numerous interventions and rehab. She has been sober for years now and is a wonderful mother who loves and cares about me very much. I don't really blame her for most of the things that happened since she could not control her alcoholism. Thanks for reading my vent.
TL;DR Alcohol and sex.
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My mom has been a terrible alcoholic for much of her life. Most of the things that had happened were told to me by her and my father years later since I don't actually remember most things before age 5 or so. I have never told anyone about any of this, not even my best friends.
Age 3: My mom would sometimes drink and drive, even when I was in the car. One day, she had me in the car and I guess we stopped at a liquor store. She bought a bottle of Vodka and started to drink it in the car. We lived about 25 mins from the store and when we started to drive up our street, some neighbors said that they saw her swerving all over the street. Keep in mind that this is a narrow 2-way street with cars parked on either side. We pulled into the driveway and she stammered out to come around and take me out of my car seat and when she came to the door, bam. She fell to the ground and didn't get up. She blacked out cold. I was crying and screaming for at least 20 mins before a neighbor heard me and came rushing to the car. She ended up drinking half of the bottle of Vodka within a 25 minute period. I don't know what happened after that.
Age 7 or 8: One night, she asked my father (ex-husband) to come stay at our house (i was told 'because she was scared of some noises at night' and I'm pretty confidant that this was a lie to cover up something deeper). My father and I were falling asleep when she got up from the bed, drunk, and went down the hall. After she got out of the line of sight, we heard this loud 'thunk'. She had blacked out standing up and fell head first into the tile floor. Blood was everywhere. My dad was yelling at me when he was on the phone with 9-11 asking me for the house address (because he didn't live there) and I didn't know because I was only 7 or 8. I watched my mom's lifeless body lay there and my father try and wake and firemen burst through the door and try and revive her. They loaded her up on a gurney and took her to the hospital. My father and I followed. This was at 3:00 AM. When I was there, she woke up and didn't want me in the room because they had to remove parts of her clothing or something. I had to wait outside by myself. I was waiting in a large room where new emergency patients came in and some lady was brought in with her arms and legs tied down to the gurney screaming the most blood curdling scream I have ever heard. She was making the gurney wet with something. Not sure if it was blood, pee, or sweat but it was everywhere. I don't know what happened after that.
Age 10: After my mom said she had given up drinking, I found a huge stash of empty beer bottles and cans in the cupboard under her bathroom sink. It was so full that you couldn't put anything else inside of it. I never told anyone because I didn't want her to get into trouble.
Age 11: My mom was forever trying to find a new boyfriend. Most of them didn't give a shit about me and just lusted for my mom. It was hard for me to watch her say 'I need to go talk to charlie in the bedroom for a while' and hear them have sex. This went on for about a year. One night they were so loud that I screamed 'MOM!' for like a couple of minutes. She eventually heard me and said 'ill be out in a minute!" and started back up again. She eventually came out in a robe and said it was the T.V. making the noise and then slammed the door and went back into her room. I thought about hanging myself that night from my bunk bed with a belt, but I didn't. I woke up by myself because she forgot to set her alarm and didn't wake me up. I made myself breakfast and left a note saying that I walked myself to school. The night after, this guy Charlie, proceded to talk to my mom in the kitchen with me sitting at the table in the dining room (no walls separated the 2 rooms) and he said 'Im gonna fuck you so hard, you're gonna need therapy for the rest of your life.' The worst part of this guy Charlie was that he tried to be my friend so much by trying to teach me how to surf and building me a treehouse. This was most likely to make himself look really good infront of my mom. I planned on stabbing him with a kitchen knife when he had returned from where ever he went during the day. He never showed up that night.
There were many more incidents between the gaps including numerous interventions and rehab. She has been sober for years now and is a wonderful mother who loves and cares about me very much. I don't really blame her for most of the things that happened since she could not control her alcoholism. Thanks for reading my vent.
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Alcohol and sex.
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Well.. I haven't really talked about this. (besides to my husband)
My parents were both fire-fighter paramedics and great people. Unfortunately the things that they saw everyday started to effect them. Eventually they got a divorce when I was 4. I lived with my mom but she started to do do hardcore drugs (meth, heroine, crack, etc) and became very physically/mentally abusive. I remember a few parties she had, her and her friends would inject me with drugs just to see what it did. Some of her guy friends would rape me and the whole time she would watch and call me a whore. (I was 6 the first time it happened) Eventually she got fired from 20+ years of working as a fire-medic but then it just made it worse. I had to watch her eat dinner and I myself wasn't allowed to eat. I tried scavenging out of the trash can but she caught me and ended up poisoning the food next time I tried. School for me was my savior. Eventually my father caught on and at the age of 12 he finally got custody of me, be he was a raging alcoholic and, although wasn't physically abusive, was mentally abusive. (he also got fired from his job) and he took that out on me. Eventually mt mom got arrested for stabbing her bf in the femoral artery and she went to prison, and then at 15 my dad beat the crap out of my grandfather and he went to rehab. so from 15+ I have lived on my own and taken care of myself. Not that I didn't mind though. now, at 21, both my parents are trying to get back into my life.
TL;DR I have shitty parents.
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Well.. I haven't really talked about this. (besides to my husband)
My parents were both fire-fighter paramedics and great people. Unfortunately the things that they saw everyday started to effect them. Eventually they got a divorce when I was 4. I lived with my mom but she started to do do hardcore drugs (meth, heroine, crack, etc) and became very physically/mentally abusive. I remember a few parties she had, her and her friends would inject me with drugs just to see what it did. Some of her guy friends would rape me and the whole time she would watch and call me a whore. (I was 6 the first time it happened) Eventually she got fired from 20+ years of working as a fire-medic but then it just made it worse. I had to watch her eat dinner and I myself wasn't allowed to eat. I tried scavenging out of the trash can but she caught me and ended up poisoning the food next time I tried. School for me was my savior. Eventually my father caught on and at the age of 12 he finally got custody of me, be he was a raging alcoholic and, although wasn't physically abusive, was mentally abusive. (he also got fired from his job) and he took that out on me. Eventually mt mom got arrested for stabbing her bf in the femoral artery and she went to prison, and then at 15 my dad beat the crap out of my grandfather and he went to rehab. so from 15+ I have lived on my own and taken care of myself. Not that I didn't mind though. now, at 21, both my parents are trying to get back into my life.
TL;DR I have shitty parents.
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Well.. I haven't really talked about this. (besides to my husband)
My parents were both fire-fighter paramedics and great people. Unfortunately the things that they saw everyday started to effect them. Eventually they got a divorce when I was 4. I lived with my mom but she started to do do hardcore drugs (meth, heroine, crack, etc) and became very physically/mentally abusive. I remember a few parties she had, her and her friends would inject me with drugs just to see what it did. Some of her guy friends would rape me and the whole time she would watch and call me a whore. (I was 6 the first time it happened) Eventually she got fired from 20+ years of working as a fire-medic but then it just made it worse. I had to watch her eat dinner and I myself wasn't allowed to eat. I tried scavenging out of the trash can but she caught me and ended up poisoning the food next time I tried. School for me was my savior. Eventually my father caught on and at the age of 12 he finally got custody of me, be he was a raging alcoholic and, although wasn't physically abusive, was mentally abusive. (he also got fired from his job) and he took that out on me. Eventually mt mom got arrested for stabbing her bf in the femoral artery and she went to prison, and then at 15 my dad beat the crap out of my grandfather and he went to rehab. so from 15+ I have lived on my own and taken care of myself. Not that I didn't mind though. now, at 21, both my parents are trying to get back into my life.
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I have shitty parents.
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It wasn't to me, but my brother. But back in 1998-1999 my brother was sent off to boarding school in the hopes of it potentially changing his attitude towards authority figures (namely, our father). While he was there he picked up smoking weed on a fairly regular basis. Now, I'm not against weed or anything so don't read into what I say next.
It was a stupid choice on his part, since our family has a history of addiction to just about anything. We've got alcoholics, drug addicts, adrenaline junkies, etc. you name it and we've either had one or have one (I'm a fitness junkie, keeps me relatively out of trouble). ANYWAYS, so he learns after a few months that our aunt has a supplier who gives her pretty nice weed to sell and smoke. She asks him if he wants in, and he'll be paid in weed! What better way to save money is there? After some time my parents see his behavior change and get him tested and he is diagnosed with Bi-Polar disorder. So he starts taking medication for a disorder he doesn't have, because we're from the south and unless you're in a major city the doctors are rarely of top-quality. So, he's selling weed to get paid in weed and now he gets to take a super intense medication for funzies.
My aunt then sees an opportunity to make some extra cash her way and convinces him to sell his meds for profit through her. So he begins selling through her and then selling harder drugs for her. A few years pass and he's driving around town with a snub-nose making deals in back alleys. I'm a camp counselor at the time and he's at home one summer taking care of me (to a degree).
I notice something is up so I call my parents who are on their way to Florida. I explain what's happening (erratic behavior, going around outside making sure the windows and doors are all locked, white powder on the counter). My dad is a former deputy sheriff so he calls in every favor he has and makes it from the florida line to where we live in under 4 hours (we lived 6 hours away). He comes home, I'm already at camp preparing for the week and left my brother in the hands of an RN friend of ours. My dad, who was trained as an army ranger, commences a very thorough interrogation, and learns that his sister has been the root of all of this. The end of the story is that my dad ended up going over to her house later that week, with me and another family friend and proceeds to kick down the door and ransack the house looking for every drug she has. He finds ALL OF THEM and either burns them or flushes them down the toilet. I leave while they wait for her to return and pretty much explain to her what is going to happen from there.
My brother has been clean since, roughly 6-7 years. He regrets what he did with harder drugs but still stands by his belief that weed really isn't that bad (like most people seem to believe now...since it's not).
TL;DR - My aunt made my brother into one of her drug runners, dad found out and proceeded to destroy all the drugs and put everything back in order.
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It wasn't to me, but my brother. But back in 1998-1999 my brother was sent off to boarding school in the hopes of it potentially changing his attitude towards authority figures (namely, our father). While he was there he picked up smoking weed on a fairly regular basis. Now, I'm not against weed or anything so don't read into what I say next.
It was a stupid choice on his part, since our family has a history of addiction to just about anything. We've got alcoholics, drug addicts, adrenaline junkies, etc. you name it and we've either had one or have one (I'm a fitness junkie, keeps me relatively out of trouble). ANYWAYS, so he learns after a few months that our aunt has a supplier who gives her pretty nice weed to sell and smoke. She asks him if he wants in, and he'll be paid in weed! What better way to save money is there? After some time my parents see his behavior change and get him tested and he is diagnosed with Bi-Polar disorder. So he starts taking medication for a disorder he doesn't have, because we're from the south and unless you're in a major city the doctors are rarely of top-quality. So, he's selling weed to get paid in weed and now he gets to take a super intense medication for funzies.
My aunt then sees an opportunity to make some extra cash her way and convinces him to sell his meds for profit through her. So he begins selling through her and then selling harder drugs for her. A few years pass and he's driving around town with a snub-nose making deals in back alleys. I'm a camp counselor at the time and he's at home one summer taking care of me (to a degree).
I notice something is up so I call my parents who are on their way to Florida. I explain what's happening (erratic behavior, going around outside making sure the windows and doors are all locked, white powder on the counter). My dad is a former deputy sheriff so he calls in every favor he has and makes it from the florida line to where we live in under 4 hours (we lived 6 hours away). He comes home, I'm already at camp preparing for the week and left my brother in the hands of an RN friend of ours. My dad, who was trained as an army ranger, commences a very thorough interrogation, and learns that his sister has been the root of all of this. The end of the story is that my dad ended up going over to her house later that week, with me and another family friend and proceeds to kick down the door and ransack the house looking for every drug she has. He finds ALL OF THEM and either burns them or flushes them down the toilet. I leave while they wait for her to return and pretty much explain to her what is going to happen from there.
My brother has been clean since, roughly 6-7 years. He regrets what he did with harder drugs but still stands by his belief that weed really isn't that bad (like most people seem to believe now...since it's not).
TL;DR - My aunt made my brother into one of her drug runners, dad found out and proceeded to destroy all the drugs and put everything back in order.
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It wasn't to me, but my brother. But back in 1998-1999 my brother was sent off to boarding school in the hopes of it potentially changing his attitude towards authority figures (namely, our father). While he was there he picked up smoking weed on a fairly regular basis. Now, I'm not against weed or anything so don't read into what I say next.
It was a stupid choice on his part, since our family has a history of addiction to just about anything. We've got alcoholics, drug addicts, adrenaline junkies, etc. you name it and we've either had one or have one (I'm a fitness junkie, keeps me relatively out of trouble). ANYWAYS, so he learns after a few months that our aunt has a supplier who gives her pretty nice weed to sell and smoke. She asks him if he wants in, and he'll be paid in weed! What better way to save money is there? After some time my parents see his behavior change and get him tested and he is diagnosed with Bi-Polar disorder. So he starts taking medication for a disorder he doesn't have, because we're from the south and unless you're in a major city the doctors are rarely of top-quality. So, he's selling weed to get paid in weed and now he gets to take a super intense medication for funzies.
My aunt then sees an opportunity to make some extra cash her way and convinces him to sell his meds for profit through her. So he begins selling through her and then selling harder drugs for her. A few years pass and he's driving around town with a snub-nose making deals in back alleys. I'm a camp counselor at the time and he's at home one summer taking care of me (to a degree).
I notice something is up so I call my parents who are on their way to Florida. I explain what's happening (erratic behavior, going around outside making sure the windows and doors are all locked, white powder on the counter). My dad is a former deputy sheriff so he calls in every favor he has and makes it from the florida line to where we live in under 4 hours (we lived 6 hours away). He comes home, I'm already at camp preparing for the week and left my brother in the hands of an RN friend of ours. My dad, who was trained as an army ranger, commences a very thorough interrogation, and learns that his sister has been the root of all of this. The end of the story is that my dad ended up going over to her house later that week, with me and another family friend and proceeds to kick down the door and ransack the house looking for every drug she has. He finds ALL OF THEM and either burns them or flushes them down the toilet. I leave while they wait for her to return and pretty much explain to her what is going to happen from there.
My brother has been clean since, roughly 6-7 years. He regrets what he did with harder drugs but still stands by his belief that weed really isn't that bad (like most people seem to believe now...since it's not).
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My aunt made my brother into one of her drug runners, dad found out and proceeded to destroy all the drugs and put everything back in order.
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My stepmother is rich as fuck. Like, I'm talking multi millionaire, because her husband died in an avalanche and when his business (I don't know what he did) was liquidated she got everything. Anyways.
My mother died after a 6 year battle with cancer, and my dad took it pretty hard. Got depressed, quit his job coaching basketball, generally down. This was my freshman year in high school.
Fast forward to Sophomore year. My dad has met someone new, (I'm pretty sure he was just trying to get over her death and attached to someone) and she comes into my life bringing 4 kids, making our family 6 kids (my sister and 1 + 4) and 2 adults, with a dog (ours as well). Anyways, we move in with her after my dad sells our house for MUCH less than it was worth, because she felt like "having it made it feel like we weren't a family". He also just spent like 6 months renovating it.
Turns out she was an alcoholic. And a nurse. Like the come home super drunk after going to a bar and yelling at everyone kind of alcoholic. She's constantly berating my dad over not making enough money, that he's a "freeloader", keeping him down, etc. The reason he isn't making any money is because all the money he had before the marriage he had to spend on random eccentric shit she wanted to do, like spontaneous vacations to Hawaii, (she made him pay for it), a new Tahou because his old car couldn't fit all the little cuntnuggets (they split that one), and while she was working my dad would take all her kids wherever they needed to go, paying for the gas, paying for all their food, all the stuff they wanted (video games, sometimes clothes, shopping, etc.)
So now my dad is broke, has sunk everything into this marriage, and what does she say? "You don't appreciate me, you just sit around the house doing nothing (he was always ALWAYS doing laundry dishes etc as well as dinner whenever she didn't want to make it or couldn't.) and blowing my money, this isn't working, GTFO. So she kicked us out of the house. We lived at my grandmothers for about 2 weeks before she let us back in.
They thought they worked shit out but a couple months later she pulls the SAME OLD SHIT and kicks us out again, this time for good. For the past year or so I've been living on the couch at my grandmother's house in the living room. My dad divorced her, and because of the prenup she basically got everything, my dad **barely** got to hold on to the car, the only form of transportation that he had, because she wanted that too.
Then my dad finds someone else, they start dating, and then my former stepmom finds out somehow and gets really jealous, they send a bunch of texts arguing back and forth, and she starts saying stuff like I can't believe you're cheating on me etc. After the divorce. Fucking hell.
And then my dad dumped his girlfriend and got back together with her, despite this having been the 80th time they've broken up and each time he says it's the last. My dad's so stupid sometimes.
TL;DR my stepmom bled my dad dry despite being RAF and then kicked us out of the house after we were broke so we had to live with his mother.
Step family counts as family right? If not, I got nothing else. :P
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My stepmother is rich as fuck. Like, I'm talking multi millionaire, because her husband died in an avalanche and when his business (I don't know what he did) was liquidated she got everything. Anyways.
My mother died after a 6 year battle with cancer, and my dad took it pretty hard. Got depressed, quit his job coaching basketball, generally down. This was my freshman year in high school.
Fast forward to Sophomore year. My dad has met someone new, (I'm pretty sure he was just trying to get over her death and attached to someone) and she comes into my life bringing 4 kids, making our family 6 kids (my sister and 1 + 4) and 2 adults, with a dog (ours as well). Anyways, we move in with her after my dad sells our house for MUCH less than it was worth, because she felt like "having it made it feel like we weren't a family". He also just spent like 6 months renovating it.
Turns out she was an alcoholic. And a nurse. Like the come home super drunk after going to a bar and yelling at everyone kind of alcoholic. She's constantly berating my dad over not making enough money, that he's a "freeloader", keeping him down, etc. The reason he isn't making any money is because all the money he had before the marriage he had to spend on random eccentric shit she wanted to do, like spontaneous vacations to Hawaii, (she made him pay for it), a new Tahou because his old car couldn't fit all the little cuntnuggets (they split that one), and while she was working my dad would take all her kids wherever they needed to go, paying for the gas, paying for all their food, all the stuff they wanted (video games, sometimes clothes, shopping, etc.)
So now my dad is broke, has sunk everything into this marriage, and what does she say? "You don't appreciate me, you just sit around the house doing nothing (he was always ALWAYS doing laundry dishes etc as well as dinner whenever she didn't want to make it or couldn't.) and blowing my money, this isn't working, GTFO. So she kicked us out of the house. We lived at my grandmothers for about 2 weeks before she let us back in.
They thought they worked shit out but a couple months later she pulls the SAME OLD SHIT and kicks us out again, this time for good. For the past year or so I've been living on the couch at my grandmother's house in the living room. My dad divorced her, and because of the prenup she basically got everything, my dad barely got to hold on to the car, the only form of transportation that he had, because she wanted that too.
Then my dad finds someone else, they start dating, and then my former stepmom finds out somehow and gets really jealous, they send a bunch of texts arguing back and forth, and she starts saying stuff like I can't believe you're cheating on me etc. After the divorce. Fucking hell.
And then my dad dumped his girlfriend and got back together with her, despite this having been the 80th time they've broken up and each time he says it's the last. My dad's so stupid sometimes.
TL;DR my stepmom bled my dad dry despite being RAF and then kicked us out of the house after we were broke so we had to live with his mother.
Step family counts as family right? If not, I got nothing else. :P
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My stepmother is rich as fuck. Like, I'm talking multi millionaire, because her husband died in an avalanche and when his business (I don't know what he did) was liquidated she got everything. Anyways.
My mother died after a 6 year battle with cancer, and my dad took it pretty hard. Got depressed, quit his job coaching basketball, generally down. This was my freshman year in high school.
Fast forward to Sophomore year. My dad has met someone new, (I'm pretty sure he was just trying to get over her death and attached to someone) and she comes into my life bringing 4 kids, making our family 6 kids (my sister and 1 + 4) and 2 adults, with a dog (ours as well). Anyways, we move in with her after my dad sells our house for MUCH less than it was worth, because she felt like "having it made it feel like we weren't a family". He also just spent like 6 months renovating it.
Turns out she was an alcoholic. And a nurse. Like the come home super drunk after going to a bar and yelling at everyone kind of alcoholic. She's constantly berating my dad over not making enough money, that he's a "freeloader", keeping him down, etc. The reason he isn't making any money is because all the money he had before the marriage he had to spend on random eccentric shit she wanted to do, like spontaneous vacations to Hawaii, (she made him pay for it), a new Tahou because his old car couldn't fit all the little cuntnuggets (they split that one), and while she was working my dad would take all her kids wherever they needed to go, paying for the gas, paying for all their food, all the stuff they wanted (video games, sometimes clothes, shopping, etc.)
So now my dad is broke, has sunk everything into this marriage, and what does she say? "You don't appreciate me, you just sit around the house doing nothing (he was always ALWAYS doing laundry dishes etc as well as dinner whenever she didn't want to make it or couldn't.) and blowing my money, this isn't working, GTFO. So she kicked us out of the house. We lived at my grandmothers for about 2 weeks before she let us back in.
They thought they worked shit out but a couple months later she pulls the SAME OLD SHIT and kicks us out again, this time for good. For the past year or so I've been living on the couch at my grandmother's house in the living room. My dad divorced her, and because of the prenup she basically got everything, my dad barely got to hold on to the car, the only form of transportation that he had, because she wanted that too.
Then my dad finds someone else, they start dating, and then my former stepmom finds out somehow and gets really jealous, they send a bunch of texts arguing back and forth, and she starts saying stuff like I can't believe you're cheating on me etc. After the divorce. Fucking hell.
And then my dad dumped his girlfriend and got back together with her, despite this having been the 80th time they've broken up and each time he says it's the last. My dad's so stupid sometimes.
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my stepmom bled my dad dry despite being RAF and then kicked us out of the house after we were broke so we had to live with his mother.
Step family counts as family right? If not, I got nothing else. :P
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Oh so much. And not just one family member either.
Uncle molested me for two years when I was 8 and 9. Mom refused to believe me when I told her it was happening so, nothing was ever done about it. And she still believed I was making it up until she died.
Dad beat the shit out of me until he left when I was 8. Some of the things he did, a former therapist called torture.
He would make me stand on my head in the corner until I passed and then he would beat the shit out of me until I woke up and then I had to start all over again. Another one was he would come in while I was taking a bath with a pitcher full of ice water and pour it over my head. As I'm recovering from the shock he would fill the pitcher up from the bath water and pour it in my head. This would keep going until I almost passed out.
There's more that happened, I just can't talk about much more than that.
Edit: fixed something. Isn't that what editing is for?
TL:DR - dad and uncle are giant pieces of shit that abused me repeatedly.
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Oh so much. And not just one family member either.
Uncle molested me for two years when I was 8 and 9. Mom refused to believe me when I told her it was happening so, nothing was ever done about it. And she still believed I was making it up until she died.
Dad beat the shit out of me until he left when I was 8. Some of the things he did, a former therapist called torture.
He would make me stand on my head in the corner until I passed and then he would beat the shit out of me until I woke up and then I had to start all over again. Another one was he would come in while I was taking a bath with a pitcher full of ice water and pour it over my head. As I'm recovering from the shock he would fill the pitcher up from the bath water and pour it in my head. This would keep going until I almost passed out.
There's more that happened, I just can't talk about much more than that.
Edit: fixed something. Isn't that what editing is for?
TL:DR - dad and uncle are giant pieces of shit that abused me repeatedly.
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Oh so much. And not just one family member either.
Uncle molested me for two years when I was 8 and 9. Mom refused to believe me when I told her it was happening so, nothing was ever done about it. And she still believed I was making it up until she died.
Dad beat the shit out of me until he left when I was 8. Some of the things he did, a former therapist called torture.
He would make me stand on my head in the corner until I passed and then he would beat the shit out of me until I woke up and then I had to start all over again. Another one was he would come in while I was taking a bath with a pitcher full of ice water and pour it over my head. As I'm recovering from the shock he would fill the pitcher up from the bath water and pour it in my head. This would keep going until I almost passed out.
There's more that happened, I just can't talk about much more than that.
Edit: fixed something. Isn't that what editing is for?
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dad and uncle are giant pieces of shit that abused me repeatedly.
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I'm 29. My mother divorced my father when I was 15, I told her if she married the man she was seeing at the time I'd never forgive her. She married him and 15 years later I have not forgiven her and things have never been the same.
TLDR: My mom chose another man over her kids and to this day is fucked in the head.
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I'm 29. My mother divorced my father when I was 15, I told her if she married the man she was seeing at the time I'd never forgive her. She married him and 15 years later I have not forgiven her and things have never been the same.
TLDR: My mom chose another man over her kids and to this day is fucked in the head.
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I'm 29. My mother divorced my father when I was 15, I told her if she married the man she was seeing at the time I'd never forgive her. She married him and 15 years later I have not forgiven her and things have never been the same.
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My mom chose another man over her kids and to this day is fucked in the head.
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Throwaway because obviously.
Tons of people have already posted, so I'm pretty sure no one will read this. I've never told anyone about this, so maybe I'll feel better. Buckle up, because you're in for a ride.
When I was about eight years old, my cousin started molesting me. He was about 11/12 when it started. Things started out with him touching on me and making me do things to him. I didn't really understand what was going on. But he had this way of being manipulative and convinced me that if I told anyone, I would be the one in trouble. This went on for a couple years and then it stopped. We still hung out a lot because basically his parents were like my 2nd family. I was at their house constantly.
I remember one day I was at the house and he sat me on the bed. He had one of our other cousins (big family) come into the room. We will call her Kelly. She was just a bit younger than me. At this time my cousin is around 14/15. I have no idea what is about to go on. Basically, Kelly pulls her shorts down (she's around 12) and bends over. He starts rubbing on her and making her lick his dick. He presses himself against her and rubs a lot. Then he tries to make me do it.
I am like a deer in headlights at this point. No idea what to say or do. He gets kind of insistent and being manipulative has me touch Kelly and her touch me. I was terrified. I knew it was so wrong and we'd be in so much trouble. Adults weren't really around though. Kelly was definitely enjoying herself. I witnessed this happen several more times and then it stopped.
A year or so after that, my cousin was watching some of the younger ones. Adults would often be out and leave the older kids in charge of the younger ones. This was not at all uncommon. So now he's 16/17 and I am over and a different cousin is there. We will call her Tara; she's about 13. The younger kids are in bed and he tells me to go into the back room. Tara is in there and it was kind of like the same thing with Kelly all over again. Except this time he is actually fucking her. Tara didn't seem so into it though. He made me watch, like on the bed with them, and watch. He tried to get me to do stuff with her, but I was too scared and at this point old enough to be like, "No way." I remember he went into the bathroom and Tara asked me to make him stop. She said that she was scared of him and afraid she'd get into trouble. I was afraid of that too. When he came back, Tara kind of acted into him, but she kept looking at me like she wanted it to stop. I told him later on that she didn't like it. But he told me she was always coming to him and initiating it. For some reason I believe(d) that.
That was the year I moved away. I didn't see him for a couple of years. The thing about him is, that it wasn't like this with him all of the time. It was a couple random times that this happened. We were close friends but there was just this weird side of him. We kept in touch a little bit throughout the years, but I haven't seen him much -except for on TV.
Yes. On TV. **The guy I'm talking about is very well known.** He is now worth a LOT of money. He is very recognizable for what he does in the entertainment industry. There isn't a week that goes by that I don't see someone from our family post about how great he is on Facebook. His interviews. How we were always so poor and he *made it.* Little do they know...
I haven't talked to Tara or Kelly in many years. (I'm < 35). They are both married and have families now. But the three of us, I suppose, silently know what he's really like. I would never tell anyone on here who he is. I've never told anyone about the relative that molested me, that forced me to do things and convinced me I'd be in trouble if I told on him, that molested others.
This is a throwaway. I won't be back to update or edit.
**tl;dr** Just fucking read it.
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Throwaway because obviously.
Tons of people have already posted, so I'm pretty sure no one will read this. I've never told anyone about this, so maybe I'll feel better. Buckle up, because you're in for a ride.
When I was about eight years old, my cousin started molesting me. He was about 11/12 when it started. Things started out with him touching on me and making me do things to him. I didn't really understand what was going on. But he had this way of being manipulative and convinced me that if I told anyone, I would be the one in trouble. This went on for a couple years and then it stopped. We still hung out a lot because basically his parents were like my 2nd family. I was at their house constantly.
I remember one day I was at the house and he sat me on the bed. He had one of our other cousins (big family) come into the room. We will call her Kelly. She was just a bit younger than me. At this time my cousin is around 14/15. I have no idea what is about to go on. Basically, Kelly pulls her shorts down (she's around 12) and bends over. He starts rubbing on her and making her lick his dick. He presses himself against her and rubs a lot. Then he tries to make me do it.
I am like a deer in headlights at this point. No idea what to say or do. He gets kind of insistent and being manipulative has me touch Kelly and her touch me. I was terrified. I knew it was so wrong and we'd be in so much trouble. Adults weren't really around though. Kelly was definitely enjoying herself. I witnessed this happen several more times and then it stopped.
A year or so after that, my cousin was watching some of the younger ones. Adults would often be out and leave the older kids in charge of the younger ones. This was not at all uncommon. So now he's 16/17 and I am over and a different cousin is there. We will call her Tara; she's about 13. The younger kids are in bed and he tells me to go into the back room. Tara is in there and it was kind of like the same thing with Kelly all over again. Except this time he is actually fucking her. Tara didn't seem so into it though. He made me watch, like on the bed with them, and watch. He tried to get me to do stuff with her, but I was too scared and at this point old enough to be like, "No way." I remember he went into the bathroom and Tara asked me to make him stop. She said that she was scared of him and afraid she'd get into trouble. I was afraid of that too. When he came back, Tara kind of acted into him, but she kept looking at me like she wanted it to stop. I told him later on that she didn't like it. But he told me she was always coming to him and initiating it. For some reason I believe(d) that.
That was the year I moved away. I didn't see him for a couple of years. The thing about him is, that it wasn't like this with him all of the time. It was a couple random times that this happened. We were close friends but there was just this weird side of him. We kept in touch a little bit throughout the years, but I haven't seen him much -except for on TV.
Yes. On TV. The guy I'm talking about is very well known. He is now worth a LOT of money. He is very recognizable for what he does in the entertainment industry. There isn't a week that goes by that I don't see someone from our family post about how great he is on Facebook. His interviews. How we were always so poor and he made it. Little do they know...
I haven't talked to Tara or Kelly in many years. (I'm < 35). They are both married and have families now. But the three of us, I suppose, silently know what he's really like. I would never tell anyone on here who he is. I've never told anyone about the relative that molested me, that forced me to do things and convinced me I'd be in trouble if I told on him, that molested others.
This is a throwaway. I won't be back to update or edit.
tl;dr Just fucking read it.
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Throwaway because obviously.
Tons of people have already posted, so I'm pretty sure no one will read this. I've never told anyone about this, so maybe I'll feel better. Buckle up, because you're in for a ride.
When I was about eight years old, my cousin started molesting me. He was about 11/12 when it started. Things started out with him touching on me and making me do things to him. I didn't really understand what was going on. But he had this way of being manipulative and convinced me that if I told anyone, I would be the one in trouble. This went on for a couple years and then it stopped. We still hung out a lot because basically his parents were like my 2nd family. I was at their house constantly.
I remember one day I was at the house and he sat me on the bed. He had one of our other cousins (big family) come into the room. We will call her Kelly. She was just a bit younger than me. At this time my cousin is around 14/15. I have no idea what is about to go on. Basically, Kelly pulls her shorts down (she's around 12) and bends over. He starts rubbing on her and making her lick his dick. He presses himself against her and rubs a lot. Then he tries to make me do it.
I am like a deer in headlights at this point. No idea what to say or do. He gets kind of insistent and being manipulative has me touch Kelly and her touch me. I was terrified. I knew it was so wrong and we'd be in so much trouble. Adults weren't really around though. Kelly was definitely enjoying herself. I witnessed this happen several more times and then it stopped.
A year or so after that, my cousin was watching some of the younger ones. Adults would often be out and leave the older kids in charge of the younger ones. This was not at all uncommon. So now he's 16/17 and I am over and a different cousin is there. We will call her Tara; she's about 13. The younger kids are in bed and he tells me to go into the back room. Tara is in there and it was kind of like the same thing with Kelly all over again. Except this time he is actually fucking her. Tara didn't seem so into it though. He made me watch, like on the bed with them, and watch. He tried to get me to do stuff with her, but I was too scared and at this point old enough to be like, "No way." I remember he went into the bathroom and Tara asked me to make him stop. She said that she was scared of him and afraid she'd get into trouble. I was afraid of that too. When he came back, Tara kind of acted into him, but she kept looking at me like she wanted it to stop. I told him later on that she didn't like it. But he told me she was always coming to him and initiating it. For some reason I believe(d) that.
That was the year I moved away. I didn't see him for a couple of years. The thing about him is, that it wasn't like this with him all of the time. It was a couple random times that this happened. We were close friends but there was just this weird side of him. We kept in touch a little bit throughout the years, but I haven't seen him much -except for on TV.
Yes. On TV. The guy I'm talking about is very well known. He is now worth a LOT of money. He is very recognizable for what he does in the entertainment industry. There isn't a week that goes by that I don't see someone from our family post about how great he is on Facebook. His interviews. How we were always so poor and he made it. Little do they know...
I haven't talked to Tara or Kelly in many years. (I'm < 35). They are both married and have families now. But the three of us, I suppose, silently know what he's really like. I would never tell anyone on here who he is. I've never told anyone about the relative that molested me, that forced me to do things and convinced me I'd be in trouble if I told on him, that molested others.
This is a throwaway. I won't be back to update or edit.
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Just fucking read it.
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Might be a little late but here goes.
When I was a sophomore in college, I lost my health insurance because my dad got laid off. Now, as my name implies, I have a moderate to severe case of Crohn's disease. As anybody with this disease(or any other) knows, it can be very expensive to treat. My step-mom, being convinced that I faked to disease for some reason, wouldn't put me on her health insurance, so I wasn't able to afford the medication that I needed. I was working a part-time minimum wage job at the time, so I just went without any kind of treatment. About 2 months later, I started to have very sharp pain in my stomach. I could barely walk, and I had zero appetite. I wouldn't eat for days. I had to quit my job, which made things even harder. My step-mom, believing that I was still faking everything, threatened me by saying that I had to get a job, or leave. The worst part was my dad, knowing exactly what I was going through, still sided with her. A couple days later, they got in an argument about me, and she basically told him that either I was leaving, or she was. So he told me that I had to go, and I left. I eventually got better, but it was very costly, and I still hold a very deep resentment for my dad, and step-mom.
TL;DR: I was kicked out of my house for being sick.
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Might be a little late but here goes.
When I was a sophomore in college, I lost my health insurance because my dad got laid off. Now, as my name implies, I have a moderate to severe case of Crohn's disease. As anybody with this disease(or any other) knows, it can be very expensive to treat. My step-mom, being convinced that I faked to disease for some reason, wouldn't put me on her health insurance, so I wasn't able to afford the medication that I needed. I was working a part-time minimum wage job at the time, so I just went without any kind of treatment. About 2 months later, I started to have very sharp pain in my stomach. I could barely walk, and I had zero appetite. I wouldn't eat for days. I had to quit my job, which made things even harder. My step-mom, believing that I was still faking everything, threatened me by saying that I had to get a job, or leave. The worst part was my dad, knowing exactly what I was going through, still sided with her. A couple days later, they got in an argument about me, and she basically told him that either I was leaving, or she was. So he told me that I had to go, and I left. I eventually got better, but it was very costly, and I still hold a very deep resentment for my dad, and step-mom.
TL;DR: I was kicked out of my house for being sick.
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Might be a little late but here goes.
When I was a sophomore in college, I lost my health insurance because my dad got laid off. Now, as my name implies, I have a moderate to severe case of Crohn's disease. As anybody with this disease(or any other) knows, it can be very expensive to treat. My step-mom, being convinced that I faked to disease for some reason, wouldn't put me on her health insurance, so I wasn't able to afford the medication that I needed. I was working a part-time minimum wage job at the time, so I just went without any kind of treatment. About 2 months later, I started to have very sharp pain in my stomach. I could barely walk, and I had zero appetite. I wouldn't eat for days. I had to quit my job, which made things even harder. My step-mom, believing that I was still faking everything, threatened me by saying that I had to get a job, or leave. The worst part was my dad, knowing exactly what I was going through, still sided with her. A couple days later, they got in an argument about me, and she basically told him that either I was leaving, or she was. So he told me that I had to go, and I left. I eventually got better, but it was very costly, and I still hold a very deep resentment for my dad, and step-mom.
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I was kicked out of my house for being sick.
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Not to me specifically, but my entire family. Back in 7th grade or so, I was hanging out with my cousin at my aunt and uncle's just 10 minutes away in the next town. My mom was working, and my dad was on a ski vacation in Colorado, so my brother came to pick me up. I was tired and a bit sick, so I was insisting on going home, and he kept this cheshire grin on his face, and kept saying, "No. No, let's wait. No. No. I wanna watch this show. No."
Eventually, I got mad, and my aunt just about kicked him out. On the way home, he suddenly started stuttering and speaking about a funny smell he noticed. When I got him, I noticed a really mild, funny stench, but I didn't worry about it too much. He told me he "smelled it coming from the attic," and as he went to grab a ladder from the garage, I went downstairs and began playing on the computer.
He calmly walks downstairs a couple minutes later with our hamster and guinea pig in their own little cages, and our dog on her leash, and he tells me that our attic is on fire. I began freaking out, and I ran upstairs. We got in his track, and he drove out onto the side of the street. I told him to hurry up and call 911, but he decided to try calling our mom first (at two different numbers), and then my dad. At this point, I was loudly freaking out, and I convinced him to call the fire department.
My mom used to be a firefighter, and all her friends were still part of the department, so we had a ton of trucks (really too many) out here in a matter of moments. My mom and grandparents eventually showed up, and the firefighters told us it MAY have been electrical, but it could have been arson. They weren't sure. To be safe, they turned off the furnace and all the power in the house overnight. It was the middle of winter, so we went to my grandparents' home to stay.
My brother suddenly announces that he wants to go somewhere else, now, and will stay with his "buddies" (two individuals who are well-documented greasy shitheads). We didn't think too much of that, and we were all still a little jaded and shocked, so we let it be.
The next morning, my mom and grandpa went to the airport to pick up my dad, who just ended his vacation after a day and flew back to deal with the fire. They went to the house and opened the door to see some of the damage, and found the ENTIRE place trashed.
The fridge and freezer doors were nearly torn off. All the new cupboards were smashed. Most of the glass was shattered. My dad's motorcycle was tossed over on its side and beaten. My violin was snapped in half. My game systems were all destroyed. All of our shelves, cases, and our entertainment system was tossed over. Our brand new TV wasn't just SMASHED, but someone had turned it over and driven a screwdriver through all the circuitry, rendering it useless.
I remember going into my closet, and reaching up into this tiny little hole that only my family knew about, where I kept my "treasures" (in this case, my gameboy), and it was missing. We found it in our basement next to a large hole in the wall. As we were standing around, surveying the damage (my mom, who I've never seen cry before nor since, was in tears because they even took the vase she got her birthday flowers in and threw it on the floor), my fucking brother walks in with this goddamn shit-eating grin and says in the most irritating voice, "OH! What in the WORLD happened here?" Think Homer Simpson, "Hello. My name is Mr. Burns." It was THAT fake.
The police investigated, and they told my dad they were all almost certain it was my brother and his buddies, but he told them to not to pursue it any further, then. It was horrifying, invasive, and I've absolutely hated him since.
Worst thing is, that isn't even some of the WORST he's done. I know it's terrible of me to say, but I don't think I'll be sad when he dies.
**TL;DR: My brother lit our house on fire, then broke in and trashed it, and made my mom cry.**
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Not to me specifically, but my entire family. Back in 7th grade or so, I was hanging out with my cousin at my aunt and uncle's just 10 minutes away in the next town. My mom was working, and my dad was on a ski vacation in Colorado, so my brother came to pick me up. I was tired and a bit sick, so I was insisting on going home, and he kept this cheshire grin on his face, and kept saying, "No. No, let's wait. No. No. I wanna watch this show. No."
Eventually, I got mad, and my aunt just about kicked him out. On the way home, he suddenly started stuttering and speaking about a funny smell he noticed. When I got him, I noticed a really mild, funny stench, but I didn't worry about it too much. He told me he "smelled it coming from the attic," and as he went to grab a ladder from the garage, I went downstairs and began playing on the computer.
He calmly walks downstairs a couple minutes later with our hamster and guinea pig in their own little cages, and our dog on her leash, and he tells me that our attic is on fire. I began freaking out, and I ran upstairs. We got in his track, and he drove out onto the side of the street. I told him to hurry up and call 911, but he decided to try calling our mom first (at two different numbers), and then my dad. At this point, I was loudly freaking out, and I convinced him to call the fire department.
My mom used to be a firefighter, and all her friends were still part of the department, so we had a ton of trucks (really too many) out here in a matter of moments. My mom and grandparents eventually showed up, and the firefighters told us it MAY have been electrical, but it could have been arson. They weren't sure. To be safe, they turned off the furnace and all the power in the house overnight. It was the middle of winter, so we went to my grandparents' home to stay.
My brother suddenly announces that he wants to go somewhere else, now, and will stay with his "buddies" (two individuals who are well-documented greasy shitheads). We didn't think too much of that, and we were all still a little jaded and shocked, so we let it be.
The next morning, my mom and grandpa went to the airport to pick up my dad, who just ended his vacation after a day and flew back to deal with the fire. They went to the house and opened the door to see some of the damage, and found the ENTIRE place trashed.
The fridge and freezer doors were nearly torn off. All the new cupboards were smashed. Most of the glass was shattered. My dad's motorcycle was tossed over on its side and beaten. My violin was snapped in half. My game systems were all destroyed. All of our shelves, cases, and our entertainment system was tossed over. Our brand new TV wasn't just SMASHED, but someone had turned it over and driven a screwdriver through all the circuitry, rendering it useless.
I remember going into my closet, and reaching up into this tiny little hole that only my family knew about, where I kept my "treasures" (in this case, my gameboy), and it was missing. We found it in our basement next to a large hole in the wall. As we were standing around, surveying the damage (my mom, who I've never seen cry before nor since, was in tears because they even took the vase she got her birthday flowers in and threw it on the floor), my fucking brother walks in with this goddamn shit-eating grin and says in the most irritating voice, "OH! What in the WORLD happened here?" Think Homer Simpson, "Hello. My name is Mr. Burns." It was THAT fake.
The police investigated, and they told my dad they were all almost certain it was my brother and his buddies, but he told them to not to pursue it any further, then. It was horrifying, invasive, and I've absolutely hated him since.
Worst thing is, that isn't even some of the WORST he's done. I know it's terrible of me to say, but I don't think I'll be sad when he dies.
TL;DR: My brother lit our house on fire, then broke in and trashed it, and made my mom cry.
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Not to me specifically, but my entire family. Back in 7th grade or so, I was hanging out with my cousin at my aunt and uncle's just 10 minutes away in the next town. My mom was working, and my dad was on a ski vacation in Colorado, so my brother came to pick me up. I was tired and a bit sick, so I was insisting on going home, and he kept this cheshire grin on his face, and kept saying, "No. No, let's wait. No. No. I wanna watch this show. No."
Eventually, I got mad, and my aunt just about kicked him out. On the way home, he suddenly started stuttering and speaking about a funny smell he noticed. When I got him, I noticed a really mild, funny stench, but I didn't worry about it too much. He told me he "smelled it coming from the attic," and as he went to grab a ladder from the garage, I went downstairs and began playing on the computer.
He calmly walks downstairs a couple minutes later with our hamster and guinea pig in their own little cages, and our dog on her leash, and he tells me that our attic is on fire. I began freaking out, and I ran upstairs. We got in his track, and he drove out onto the side of the street. I told him to hurry up and call 911, but he decided to try calling our mom first (at two different numbers), and then my dad. At this point, I was loudly freaking out, and I convinced him to call the fire department.
My mom used to be a firefighter, and all her friends were still part of the department, so we had a ton of trucks (really too many) out here in a matter of moments. My mom and grandparents eventually showed up, and the firefighters told us it MAY have been electrical, but it could have been arson. They weren't sure. To be safe, they turned off the furnace and all the power in the house overnight. It was the middle of winter, so we went to my grandparents' home to stay.
My brother suddenly announces that he wants to go somewhere else, now, and will stay with his "buddies" (two individuals who are well-documented greasy shitheads). We didn't think too much of that, and we were all still a little jaded and shocked, so we let it be.
The next morning, my mom and grandpa went to the airport to pick up my dad, who just ended his vacation after a day and flew back to deal with the fire. They went to the house and opened the door to see some of the damage, and found the ENTIRE place trashed.
The fridge and freezer doors were nearly torn off. All the new cupboards were smashed. Most of the glass was shattered. My dad's motorcycle was tossed over on its side and beaten. My violin was snapped in half. My game systems were all destroyed. All of our shelves, cases, and our entertainment system was tossed over. Our brand new TV wasn't just SMASHED, but someone had turned it over and driven a screwdriver through all the circuitry, rendering it useless.
I remember going into my closet, and reaching up into this tiny little hole that only my family knew about, where I kept my "treasures" (in this case, my gameboy), and it was missing. We found it in our basement next to a large hole in the wall. As we were standing around, surveying the damage (my mom, who I've never seen cry before nor since, was in tears because they even took the vase she got her birthday flowers in and threw it on the floor), my fucking brother walks in with this goddamn shit-eating grin and says in the most irritating voice, "OH! What in the WORLD happened here?" Think Homer Simpson, "Hello. My name is Mr. Burns." It was THAT fake.
The police investigated, and they told my dad they were all almost certain it was my brother and his buddies, but he told them to not to pursue it any further, then. It was horrifying, invasive, and I've absolutely hated him since.
Worst thing is, that isn't even some of the WORST he's done. I know it's terrible of me to say, but I don't think I'll be sad when he dies.
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My brother lit our house on fire, then broke in and trashed it, and made my mom cry.
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Well not me specifically, but my parents. I don't know that I would classify it as cruel, but it's definitely been rough on them.
About 10 years ago my aunt got involved with drug dealing, a gang, dropped out of high school, spent some time in prison, and basically ruined her relationship with our entire family and became a total mooch. Finally a couple years ago she got her life together, got out of the gang, and stopped doing drugs, but she still hadn't regained trust with the family. Fast forward to 2 years ago, she has a 13 year old daughter and is having a hard time financially supporting herself so my parents who own multiple franchises offer her a job even though they really don't need any more employees and she doesn't have much of a work ethic(They also give her a $500 bonus every month). My mom has always been the only one to support her and care for her when her life spiraled out of control, and even pays for them to come on family vacations with us, treats every time we go out to dinner, helps her buy her daughter Christmas presents, etc. Long story short, my parents just discovered last month that over the course of the last 1.5 years she has stolen upwards of $10,000 on top of her very generous wage.
TL;DR: my aunt is a selfish, ungrateful bitch
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Well not me specifically, but my parents. I don't know that I would classify it as cruel, but it's definitely been rough on them.
About 10 years ago my aunt got involved with drug dealing, a gang, dropped out of high school, spent some time in prison, and basically ruined her relationship with our entire family and became a total mooch. Finally a couple years ago she got her life together, got out of the gang, and stopped doing drugs, but she still hadn't regained trust with the family. Fast forward to 2 years ago, she has a 13 year old daughter and is having a hard time financially supporting herself so my parents who own multiple franchises offer her a job even though they really don't need any more employees and she doesn't have much of a work ethic(They also give her a $500 bonus every month). My mom has always been the only one to support her and care for her when her life spiraled out of control, and even pays for them to come on family vacations with us, treats every time we go out to dinner, helps her buy her daughter Christmas presents, etc. Long story short, my parents just discovered last month that over the course of the last 1.5 years she has stolen upwards of $10,000 on top of her very generous wage.
TL;DR: my aunt is a selfish, ungrateful bitch
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Well not me specifically, but my parents. I don't know that I would classify it as cruel, but it's definitely been rough on them.
About 10 years ago my aunt got involved with drug dealing, a gang, dropped out of high school, spent some time in prison, and basically ruined her relationship with our entire family and became a total mooch. Finally a couple years ago she got her life together, got out of the gang, and stopped doing drugs, but she still hadn't regained trust with the family. Fast forward to 2 years ago, she has a 13 year old daughter and is having a hard time financially supporting herself so my parents who own multiple franchises offer her a job even though they really don't need any more employees and she doesn't have much of a work ethic(They also give her a $500 bonus every month). My mom has always been the only one to support her and care for her when her life spiraled out of control, and even pays for them to come on family vacations with us, treats every time we go out to dinner, helps her buy her daughter Christmas presents, etc. Long story short, my parents just discovered last month that over the course of the last 1.5 years she has stolen upwards of $10,000 on top of her very generous wage.
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my aunt is a selfish, ungrateful bitch
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I think that the fact that he didn't throw the kid into the wall made it a bit better. However, where it crosses the line is that he picked OP up by the neck. I could excuse a dad getting upset during the divorce process (probably killing him inside) and getting mad about some stupid shit and tossing a little kid onto a bed, not by the neck. It's not right, but it happens. Then, the phone thing was probably residual anger and rising panic. Apparently he's a big dude, so it's understandable too.
Bottom line is that I don't think throwing a kid onto a bed and fucking the phone up when the other overreacts and tries to call the cops make that person a bad parent. Doing it by the neck is way over the top though, he should not have done that.
tl;dr I agree but not by the neck. That's crossing a line.
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I think that the fact that he didn't throw the kid into the wall made it a bit better. However, where it crosses the line is that he picked OP up by the neck. I could excuse a dad getting upset during the divorce process (probably killing him inside) and getting mad about some stupid shit and tossing a little kid onto a bed, not by the neck. It's not right, but it happens. Then, the phone thing was probably residual anger and rising panic. Apparently he's a big dude, so it's understandable too.
Bottom line is that I don't think throwing a kid onto a bed and fucking the phone up when the other overreacts and tries to call the cops make that person a bad parent. Doing it by the neck is way over the top though, he should not have done that.
tl;dr I agree but not by the neck. That's crossing a line.
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I think that the fact that he didn't throw the kid into the wall made it a bit better. However, where it crosses the line is that he picked OP up by the neck. I could excuse a dad getting upset during the divorce process (probably killing him inside) and getting mad about some stupid shit and tossing a little kid onto a bed, not by the neck. It's not right, but it happens. Then, the phone thing was probably residual anger and rising panic. Apparently he's a big dude, so it's understandable too.
Bottom line is that I don't think throwing a kid onto a bed and fucking the phone up when the other overreacts and tries to call the cops make that person a bad parent. Doing it by the neck is way over the top though, he should not have done that.
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I agree but not by the neck. That's crossing a line.
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My brother and stepbrother both knew I was terrified of caterpillars when I was about 7 or 8. We use to all walk home from the bus stop and there was this DAMNED bush that always had a plentiful amount of these creepy crawly bastards all over it. So, of course, they would put these bugs on me and I would run home screaming to my waiting Step-Aunt who use to watch us after school sometimes. She would never really say anything about it and most of the time just laughed at me. One particular day we were walking home and they stopped at the bush to get the caterpillars, but clever me decided to take a shortcut and sprint my ass home before they could get to me. So I ran in the door, ran into my father and step-mothers bathroom, and locked myself in. Well, these locks were from the 90's and could be opened with a little square-ended key... oh, and these keys were above EVERY SINGLE DOOR FRAME IN THE FUCKING HOUSE. So, the got the key, opened the door, and proceeded to put these caterpillars in my underwear. Crawling....on my penis. Then I scream and run out of the bathroom and my aunt just laughs at me as I tear all my clothes off.
TL;DR - My brothers use to put caterpillars on my penis while my Aunt laughed.
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My brother and stepbrother both knew I was terrified of caterpillars when I was about 7 or 8. We use to all walk home from the bus stop and there was this DAMNED bush that always had a plentiful amount of these creepy crawly bastards all over it. So, of course, they would put these bugs on me and I would run home screaming to my waiting Step-Aunt who use to watch us after school sometimes. She would never really say anything about it and most of the time just laughed at me. One particular day we were walking home and they stopped at the bush to get the caterpillars, but clever me decided to take a shortcut and sprint my ass home before they could get to me. So I ran in the door, ran into my father and step-mothers bathroom, and locked myself in. Well, these locks were from the 90's and could be opened with a little square-ended key... oh, and these keys were above EVERY SINGLE DOOR FRAME IN THE FUCKING HOUSE. So, the got the key, opened the door, and proceeded to put these caterpillars in my underwear. Crawling....on my penis. Then I scream and run out of the bathroom and my aunt just laughs at me as I tear all my clothes off.
TL;DR - My brothers use to put caterpillars on my penis while my Aunt laughed.
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My brother and stepbrother both knew I was terrified of caterpillars when I was about 7 or 8. We use to all walk home from the bus stop and there was this DAMNED bush that always had a plentiful amount of these creepy crawly bastards all over it. So, of course, they would put these bugs on me and I would run home screaming to my waiting Step-Aunt who use to watch us after school sometimes. She would never really say anything about it and most of the time just laughed at me. One particular day we were walking home and they stopped at the bush to get the caterpillars, but clever me decided to take a shortcut and sprint my ass home before they could get to me. So I ran in the door, ran into my father and step-mothers bathroom, and locked myself in. Well, these locks were from the 90's and could be opened with a little square-ended key... oh, and these keys were above EVERY SINGLE DOOR FRAME IN THE FUCKING HOUSE. So, the got the key, opened the door, and proceeded to put these caterpillars in my underwear. Crawling....on my penis. Then I scream and run out of the bathroom and my aunt just laughs at me as I tear all my clothes off.
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My brothers use to put caterpillars on my penis while my Aunt laughed.
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When I was 7 or 8 our family inherited a hamster that was quite old. After a couple of weeks it refused to eat and was dying. My Dad decided it was time to pt the poor hamster out of it's misery. For a double whammy he also decided that it was time for his son (me) to become a man. He took the hamster and I out to the garage and presented me with a hammer. When I said that I would not kill our hamster with a hammer he came up with a more humane way. Thus I ended up being forced to drown a hamster with a brick on it in a 5 gallon bucket.
TL DR; My Dad forced me to drown our pet hamster.
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When I was 7 or 8 our family inherited a hamster that was quite old. After a couple of weeks it refused to eat and was dying. My Dad decided it was time to pt the poor hamster out of it's misery. For a double whammy he also decided that it was time for his son (me) to become a man. He took the hamster and I out to the garage and presented me with a hammer. When I said that I would not kill our hamster with a hammer he came up with a more humane way. Thus I ended up being forced to drown a hamster with a brick on it in a 5 gallon bucket.
TL DR; My Dad forced me to drown our pet hamster.
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When I was 7 or 8 our family inherited a hamster that was quite old. After a couple of weeks it refused to eat and was dying. My Dad decided it was time to pt the poor hamster out of it's misery. For a double whammy he also decided that it was time for his son (me) to become a man. He took the hamster and I out to the garage and presented me with a hammer. When I said that I would not kill our hamster with a hammer he came up with a more humane way. Thus I ended up being forced to drown a hamster with a brick on it in a 5 gallon bucket.
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I didn't know how to fake a smile when I was in elementary school. So anyway, on the birthday of one of the years I was in elementary school, I think I was 6, my mom took me to a Sears photo studio to get my photo taken professionally. She kept trying to get me to smile, but I was too serious and I wouldn't do it. So she scolded me because I wasted her money, took me back to our house and told everybody that was gathering for my birthday party to go back home because I wasn't having one.
tl;dr - My mom cancelled my 6th birthday party because I didn't smile. Told my friends and family to go back to their respective homes.
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I didn't know how to fake a smile when I was in elementary school. So anyway, on the birthday of one of the years I was in elementary school, I think I was 6, my mom took me to a Sears photo studio to get my photo taken professionally. She kept trying to get me to smile, but I was too serious and I wouldn't do it. So she scolded me because I wasted her money, took me back to our house and told everybody that was gathering for my birthday party to go back home because I wasn't having one.
tl;dr - My mom cancelled my 6th birthday party because I didn't smile. Told my friends and family to go back to their respective homes.
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I didn't know how to fake a smile when I was in elementary school. So anyway, on the birthday of one of the years I was in elementary school, I think I was 6, my mom took me to a Sears photo studio to get my photo taken professionally. She kept trying to get me to smile, but I was too serious and I wouldn't do it. So she scolded me because I wasted her money, took me back to our house and told everybody that was gathering for my birthday party to go back home because I wasn't having one.
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My mom cancelled my 6th birthday party because I didn't smile. Told my friends and family to go back to their respective homes.
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My aunt embezzled over $50,000 from my dad's business that he owned. She was his secretary and was in charge of the time cards and would pay herself for hours she wasn't even there. My parents caught on and hired a lawyer. They then proceeded to turn the majority of my dad's side of the family against us saying that we were lying, even though we had shown them the proof from the lawyers.
They all got into it with my parents and for some reason really tried to harass my mom. One year on her birthday they sent her an envelope and inside was a clipping of her face from the preschool program she was featured in (she was a preschool nurse) and on the clipping they scribbled out her face and wrote "EVIL" all over it.
We were also visiting our other aunt and uncles house when my other crazy aunt showed up (she hardcore sided with the aunt that stole) and she got into it with my parents. My mom and dad told my brother and I to get in the car and so we started to leave and my crazy aunt that had shown up chased us down and opened up my mom's side car door and was screaming at all of us. my dad started backing up and dragging her along and she was screaming at him to stop and he sped up. Almost immediately after he sped up he slammed the brakes causing her to let go and fall into the driveway and my mom slammed the door and we sped off.
Things still happen with that side of the family. My cousins won't talk to me, I called my grandma to tell her happy birthday and she hung up on me. They stalk my facebook page and use dead relatives facebook profiles to go through my stuff and follow me. The list goes on and on.
Tldr: my family is crazy stalkers who support my aunt who embezzled and thinks we are crazy for taking her to court.
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My aunt embezzled over $50,000 from my dad's business that he owned. She was his secretary and was in charge of the time cards and would pay herself for hours she wasn't even there. My parents caught on and hired a lawyer. They then proceeded to turn the majority of my dad's side of the family against us saying that we were lying, even though we had shown them the proof from the lawyers.
They all got into it with my parents and for some reason really tried to harass my mom. One year on her birthday they sent her an envelope and inside was a clipping of her face from the preschool program she was featured in (she was a preschool nurse) and on the clipping they scribbled out her face and wrote "EVIL" all over it.
We were also visiting our other aunt and uncles house when my other crazy aunt showed up (she hardcore sided with the aunt that stole) and she got into it with my parents. My mom and dad told my brother and I to get in the car and so we started to leave and my crazy aunt that had shown up chased us down and opened up my mom's side car door and was screaming at all of us. my dad started backing up and dragging her along and she was screaming at him to stop and he sped up. Almost immediately after he sped up he slammed the brakes causing her to let go and fall into the driveway and my mom slammed the door and we sped off.
Things still happen with that side of the family. My cousins won't talk to me, I called my grandma to tell her happy birthday and she hung up on me. They stalk my facebook page and use dead relatives facebook profiles to go through my stuff and follow me. The list goes on and on.
Tldr: my family is crazy stalkers who support my aunt who embezzled and thinks we are crazy for taking her to court.
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My aunt embezzled over $50,000 from my dad's business that he owned. She was his secretary and was in charge of the time cards and would pay herself for hours she wasn't even there. My parents caught on and hired a lawyer. They then proceeded to turn the majority of my dad's side of the family against us saying that we were lying, even though we had shown them the proof from the lawyers.
They all got into it with my parents and for some reason really tried to harass my mom. One year on her birthday they sent her an envelope and inside was a clipping of her face from the preschool program she was featured in (she was a preschool nurse) and on the clipping they scribbled out her face and wrote "EVIL" all over it.
We were also visiting our other aunt and uncles house when my other crazy aunt showed up (she hardcore sided with the aunt that stole) and she got into it with my parents. My mom and dad told my brother and I to get in the car and so we started to leave and my crazy aunt that had shown up chased us down and opened up my mom's side car door and was screaming at all of us. my dad started backing up and dragging her along and she was screaming at him to stop and he sped up. Almost immediately after he sped up he slammed the brakes causing her to let go and fall into the driveway and my mom slammed the door and we sped off.
Things still happen with that side of the family. My cousins won't talk to me, I called my grandma to tell her happy birthday and she hung up on me. They stalk my facebook page and use dead relatives facebook profiles to go through my stuff and follow me. The list goes on and on.
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my family is crazy stalkers who support my aunt who embezzled and thinks we are crazy for taking her to court.
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My time to shine unfortunately. My mother and younger brother are both severely bipolar when I was 17 my mom found a new boyfriend who was 20 as in was in high school the same time as me. This pissed and weirded me out to no end, that combine with the fact that my 16 year old brother was calling him "daddy" (yeah creepy as fuck, especially given the fact that our real dad is active in our lives) and my 45 year old mom was talking about marriage. I am a self sufficient human being and have never relied on my mom for anything other than shelter since I was 7 due to her excessive meth and alcohol use so the thought of my being kicked out due to "stirring the pot" on my mom's fairytale bullshit adventure. So one night after going to the park with them all I came across my brother picking on a younger and much smaller kid (brother pushing 300lb of fatass) so I walked up and intervened getting him off the kid and sending him off, after I slugged my brother in the arm (dead arm) and said "see that shit doesn't feel good does it?" He went to my mom and I heard nothing of it until I woke up at 10pm to someone pounding on the door I look out my window and see 3 cop cars outside my house, "shit" what now? I go down stairs and answer the door to which the officer requests my identity upon answering informs me that im under arrest for domestic battery. At that point I have no fucking clue whats going on just that im in the back of a police car (never been in legal trouble preceeding that) and the last thing I remember is going to sleep no fights or arguments just normal shit. So I go to the juvenile detention center where they ask me if I know what im in trouble for "no, not a clue" to which theu inform me that I beat my brother up pretty severely and himself and my mom feared for their life (wtf).
I go to court the next day and they are a no show, scheduled again for the next morning but they were prepped with a full story of how I terrorized the house beating him up and threatening her on a regular basis all of which fabricated. Long story short I was fucked I went to jail for 3 months and used the last of my money to buy a ticket from FL to CA to live with my dad till I turned 18, they stole everything I owned and sent me my laptop that was snapped in half and 3 pieces of clothing from when I was 13.
Tldr: crazy people will fuck your shit up if you stomp on their delusions.
I have a few other good storys if you're interested in hearing them let me know. Also for the record im doing great now at 19 I have my own apartment great jobs at Gap and Autozone and am driving my dream car so all's well that ends well.
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My time to shine unfortunately. My mother and younger brother are both severely bipolar when I was 17 my mom found a new boyfriend who was 20 as in was in high school the same time as me. This pissed and weirded me out to no end, that combine with the fact that my 16 year old brother was calling him "daddy" (yeah creepy as fuck, especially given the fact that our real dad is active in our lives) and my 45 year old mom was talking about marriage. I am a self sufficient human being and have never relied on my mom for anything other than shelter since I was 7 due to her excessive meth and alcohol use so the thought of my being kicked out due to "stirring the pot" on my mom's fairytale bullshit adventure. So one night after going to the park with them all I came across my brother picking on a younger and much smaller kid (brother pushing 300lb of fatass) so I walked up and intervened getting him off the kid and sending him off, after I slugged my brother in the arm (dead arm) and said "see that shit doesn't feel good does it?" He went to my mom and I heard nothing of it until I woke up at 10pm to someone pounding on the door I look out my window and see 3 cop cars outside my house, "shit" what now? I go down stairs and answer the door to which the officer requests my identity upon answering informs me that im under arrest for domestic battery. At that point I have no fucking clue whats going on just that im in the back of a police car (never been in legal trouble preceeding that) and the last thing I remember is going to sleep no fights or arguments just normal shit. So I go to the juvenile detention center where they ask me if I know what im in trouble for "no, not a clue" to which theu inform me that I beat my brother up pretty severely and himself and my mom feared for their life (wtf).
I go to court the next day and they are a no show, scheduled again for the next morning but they were prepped with a full story of how I terrorized the house beating him up and threatening her on a regular basis all of which fabricated. Long story short I was fucked I went to jail for 3 months and used the last of my money to buy a ticket from FL to CA to live with my dad till I turned 18, they stole everything I owned and sent me my laptop that was snapped in half and 3 pieces of clothing from when I was 13.
Tldr: crazy people will fuck your shit up if you stomp on their delusions.
I have a few other good storys if you're interested in hearing them let me know. Also for the record im doing great now at 19 I have my own apartment great jobs at Gap and Autozone and am driving my dream car so all's well that ends well.
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My time to shine unfortunately. My mother and younger brother are both severely bipolar when I was 17 my mom found a new boyfriend who was 20 as in was in high school the same time as me. This pissed and weirded me out to no end, that combine with the fact that my 16 year old brother was calling him "daddy" (yeah creepy as fuck, especially given the fact that our real dad is active in our lives) and my 45 year old mom was talking about marriage. I am a self sufficient human being and have never relied on my mom for anything other than shelter since I was 7 due to her excessive meth and alcohol use so the thought of my being kicked out due to "stirring the pot" on my mom's fairytale bullshit adventure. So one night after going to the park with them all I came across my brother picking on a younger and much smaller kid (brother pushing 300lb of fatass) so I walked up and intervened getting him off the kid and sending him off, after I slugged my brother in the arm (dead arm) and said "see that shit doesn't feel good does it?" He went to my mom and I heard nothing of it until I woke up at 10pm to someone pounding on the door I look out my window and see 3 cop cars outside my house, "shit" what now? I go down stairs and answer the door to which the officer requests my identity upon answering informs me that im under arrest for domestic battery. At that point I have no fucking clue whats going on just that im in the back of a police car (never been in legal trouble preceeding that) and the last thing I remember is going to sleep no fights or arguments just normal shit. So I go to the juvenile detention center where they ask me if I know what im in trouble for "no, not a clue" to which theu inform me that I beat my brother up pretty severely and himself and my mom feared for their life (wtf).
I go to court the next day and they are a no show, scheduled again for the next morning but they were prepped with a full story of how I terrorized the house beating him up and threatening her on a regular basis all of which fabricated. Long story short I was fucked I went to jail for 3 months and used the last of my money to buy a ticket from FL to CA to live with my dad till I turned 18, they stole everything I owned and sent me my laptop that was snapped in half and 3 pieces of clothing from when I was 13.
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crazy people will fuck your shit up if you stomp on their delusions.
I have a few other good storys if you're interested in hearing them let me know. Also for the record im doing great now at 19 I have my own apartment great jobs at Gap and Autozone and am driving my dream car so all's well that ends well.
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I got it for you. My brother some how ended up doing drugs...punched himself in the face and told the cops i did it. I started to get calls from detectives asking me to come in and talk to them. I said gtfo, im not coming anywhere. They continued to call and threaten me, so I said fine. Foolishly I went to the department the night before my bday. As soon as I came in (was with my mom at the time), I sat in an interrogation room waiting for someone. 2 detecs walk in, ask me who I am, and one says "oh ok yeah you're going down town". No explanation, nothing to talk about. My mom and I both freaked, asking why, and tried to explain that I didn't do anything. He took a look at me and said.."yeah...you do look like a good kid, i saw how your brother looks, it makes sense, but I still gotta go through with it." He said if we do it fast enough, he can put in a word with the judge and get me out before midnight. I said fine, and ended up spending like 3, 4 hours in a cell. Got out midnightish. Great way to start my bday.....the detec told the cops that drove me down there to treat me ok, and they actually did, which was kind of surprising...and i shared a ride with a couple of drunkards that gave me a little laugh...
TL;DR - my brother took drugs, gave himself a black eye, i went to jail for it the night before my bday
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I got it for you. My brother some how ended up doing drugs...punched himself in the face and told the cops i did it. I started to get calls from detectives asking me to come in and talk to them. I said gtfo, im not coming anywhere. They continued to call and threaten me, so I said fine. Foolishly I went to the department the night before my bday. As soon as I came in (was with my mom at the time), I sat in an interrogation room waiting for someone. 2 detecs walk in, ask me who I am, and one says "oh ok yeah you're going down town". No explanation, nothing to talk about. My mom and I both freaked, asking why, and tried to explain that I didn't do anything. He took a look at me and said.."yeah...you do look like a good kid, i saw how your brother looks, it makes sense, but I still gotta go through with it." He said if we do it fast enough, he can put in a word with the judge and get me out before midnight. I said fine, and ended up spending like 3, 4 hours in a cell. Got out midnightish. Great way to start my bday.....the detec told the cops that drove me down there to treat me ok, and they actually did, which was kind of surprising...and i shared a ride with a couple of drunkards that gave me a little laugh...
TL;DR - my brother took drugs, gave himself a black eye, i went to jail for it the night before my bday
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I got it for you. My brother some how ended up doing drugs...punched himself in the face and told the cops i did it. I started to get calls from detectives asking me to come in and talk to them. I said gtfo, im not coming anywhere. They continued to call and threaten me, so I said fine. Foolishly I went to the department the night before my bday. As soon as I came in (was with my mom at the time), I sat in an interrogation room waiting for someone. 2 detecs walk in, ask me who I am, and one says "oh ok yeah you're going down town". No explanation, nothing to talk about. My mom and I both freaked, asking why, and tried to explain that I didn't do anything. He took a look at me and said.."yeah...you do look like a good kid, i saw how your brother looks, it makes sense, but I still gotta go through with it." He said if we do it fast enough, he can put in a word with the judge and get me out before midnight. I said fine, and ended up spending like 3, 4 hours in a cell. Got out midnightish. Great way to start my bday.....the detec told the cops that drove me down there to treat me ok, and they actually did, which was kind of surprising...and i shared a ride with a couple of drunkards that gave me a little laugh...
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my brother took drugs, gave himself a black eye, i went to jail for it the night before my bday
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I think I posted this before but anyways,
I had cancer when I was 18 and had to have a bone marrow transplant. So this had to happen at a hospital 2.5 hours from home. Since this could kill me I was worried and wanted to have someone close at all times. I asked the insurance company if they would be able to help out and they said yes. So I gave my mother my debit card to use while I was in the hospital with the understanding that the insurance company would send me a check every week for a given predetermined amount and that would go back into my check to cover my the cost of my mother renting a hotel, eat, etc. It should also be noted that I had, while going through my chemo, a living will drafted up. In that it said, "If I, Cmucky should be life support, pull the plug". The thing is I never had it notarized so it was never a legal document.
I fell into a coma and was expected to be completely dead in a few days. Miraculously I lived though. Afterwards I go through physical rehab, learn to walk again, all that exciting shit. After I am home I fond that my checking account is way under balance, so I call up the madre and she says the insurance company has the checks in the mail. Next day call the insurance company and they say all checks have been sent out so I request full documentation from their end.(Also these checks were made out to me btw). Same day call up the bank and request a record of the past 2 months. Sit down the next day and start pouring through numbers. Come to find out my mother never deposited any of the checks, she only cashed them. My checking account was 6k under its starting point, but this isn't even the best part of the story.
After trying to contact her for 2 days and no luck I start to ask family what the fuck is up but I mention nothing about my account. They says its odd too. Upon talking to my brother and my father they each, individually sat me down and told me more or less the same shit. So remember that Living Will? My mother found it while going through all my shit back home and brought that fucker to the hospital when I was in my coma. She then tried to have the doctors pull the plug. Not one doctor, but many different ones that were working my case. Now hearing this I was shocked. Went and checked my lock box, and there it was, the living will just like I remember placing it. Call up the head hematologist on my case and ask him. He literally broke down over the phone and I could hear the dude weeping as he told me the whole story.
So after I finally get a hold of her I tell we need to talk and talk right fucking now. A few days later she shows up. She is anxious the whole time and denies everything, so I tell her what my brother and father said, still denies it, bring up my bank shit denies that and still holds that there are checks in the mail and must be lost even when I present a statement from the insurance company saying all checks are dispersed, still denies it. Before I get up and leave my grandmothers house I tell her I will see her in court. Go to the local PD sit down and we sort everything out.
Court happens, she surprisingly shows up with legal aid. I am representing myself having only talked with local PD and a lawyer, whom a family friend worked for. End up getting all my money back, the last the thing the judge asked me is if I wanted to press any criminal charges. Looking over at her with tears running down her face I said no.
TL;DR Mother stole money from me and tried to have me killed via a none legal document. I find out, confront her, she denies court happens, the family shuns her.
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I think I posted this before but anyways,
I had cancer when I was 18 and had to have a bone marrow transplant. So this had to happen at a hospital 2.5 hours from home. Since this could kill me I was worried and wanted to have someone close at all times. I asked the insurance company if they would be able to help out and they said yes. So I gave my mother my debit card to use while I was in the hospital with the understanding that the insurance company would send me a check every week for a given predetermined amount and that would go back into my check to cover my the cost of my mother renting a hotel, eat, etc. It should also be noted that I had, while going through my chemo, a living will drafted up. In that it said, "If I, Cmucky should be life support, pull the plug". The thing is I never had it notarized so it was never a legal document.
I fell into a coma and was expected to be completely dead in a few days. Miraculously I lived though. Afterwards I go through physical rehab, learn to walk again, all that exciting shit. After I am home I fond that my checking account is way under balance, so I call up the madre and she says the insurance company has the checks in the mail. Next day call the insurance company and they say all checks have been sent out so I request full documentation from their end.(Also these checks were made out to me btw). Same day call up the bank and request a record of the past 2 months. Sit down the next day and start pouring through numbers. Come to find out my mother never deposited any of the checks, she only cashed them. My checking account was 6k under its starting point, but this isn't even the best part of the story.
After trying to contact her for 2 days and no luck I start to ask family what the fuck is up but I mention nothing about my account. They says its odd too. Upon talking to my brother and my father they each, individually sat me down and told me more or less the same shit. So remember that Living Will? My mother found it while going through all my shit back home and brought that fucker to the hospital when I was in my coma. She then tried to have the doctors pull the plug. Not one doctor, but many different ones that were working my case. Now hearing this I was shocked. Went and checked my lock box, and there it was, the living will just like I remember placing it. Call up the head hematologist on my case and ask him. He literally broke down over the phone and I could hear the dude weeping as he told me the whole story.
So after I finally get a hold of her I tell we need to talk and talk right fucking now. A few days later she shows up. She is anxious the whole time and denies everything, so I tell her what my brother and father said, still denies it, bring up my bank shit denies that and still holds that there are checks in the mail and must be lost even when I present a statement from the insurance company saying all checks are dispersed, still denies it. Before I get up and leave my grandmothers house I tell her I will see her in court. Go to the local PD sit down and we sort everything out.
Court happens, she surprisingly shows up with legal aid. I am representing myself having only talked with local PD and a lawyer, whom a family friend worked for. End up getting all my money back, the last the thing the judge asked me is if I wanted to press any criminal charges. Looking over at her with tears running down her face I said no.
TL;DR Mother stole money from me and tried to have me killed via a none legal document. I find out, confront her, she denies court happens, the family shuns her.
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I think I posted this before but anyways,
I had cancer when I was 18 and had to have a bone marrow transplant. So this had to happen at a hospital 2.5 hours from home. Since this could kill me I was worried and wanted to have someone close at all times. I asked the insurance company if they would be able to help out and they said yes. So I gave my mother my debit card to use while I was in the hospital with the understanding that the insurance company would send me a check every week for a given predetermined amount and that would go back into my check to cover my the cost of my mother renting a hotel, eat, etc. It should also be noted that I had, while going through my chemo, a living will drafted up. In that it said, "If I, Cmucky should be life support, pull the plug". The thing is I never had it notarized so it was never a legal document.
I fell into a coma and was expected to be completely dead in a few days. Miraculously I lived though. Afterwards I go through physical rehab, learn to walk again, all that exciting shit. After I am home I fond that my checking account is way under balance, so I call up the madre and she says the insurance company has the checks in the mail. Next day call the insurance company and they say all checks have been sent out so I request full documentation from their end.(Also these checks were made out to me btw). Same day call up the bank and request a record of the past 2 months. Sit down the next day and start pouring through numbers. Come to find out my mother never deposited any of the checks, she only cashed them. My checking account was 6k under its starting point, but this isn't even the best part of the story.
After trying to contact her for 2 days and no luck I start to ask family what the fuck is up but I mention nothing about my account. They says its odd too. Upon talking to my brother and my father they each, individually sat me down and told me more or less the same shit. So remember that Living Will? My mother found it while going through all my shit back home and brought that fucker to the hospital when I was in my coma. She then tried to have the doctors pull the plug. Not one doctor, but many different ones that were working my case. Now hearing this I was shocked. Went and checked my lock box, and there it was, the living will just like I remember placing it. Call up the head hematologist on my case and ask him. He literally broke down over the phone and I could hear the dude weeping as he told me the whole story.
So after I finally get a hold of her I tell we need to talk and talk right fucking now. A few days later she shows up. She is anxious the whole time and denies everything, so I tell her what my brother and father said, still denies it, bring up my bank shit denies that and still holds that there are checks in the mail and must be lost even when I present a statement from the insurance company saying all checks are dispersed, still denies it. Before I get up and leave my grandmothers house I tell her I will see her in court. Go to the local PD sit down and we sort everything out.
Court happens, she surprisingly shows up with legal aid. I am representing myself having only talked with local PD and a lawyer, whom a family friend worked for. End up getting all my money back, the last the thing the judge asked me is if I wanted to press any criminal charges. Looking over at her with tears running down her face I said no.
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Mother stole money from me and tried to have me killed via a none legal document. I find out, confront her, she denies court happens, the family shuns her.
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This is ending up being much longer than I anticipated. I usually never go into details for this story because it has affected me so much. For those who might make it through the wall of text, thanks for listening.
My dad has always been a miserable human being. My mom and I like to take care of stray cats in the neighborhood, and have for as long as I can remember. My dad despises them and if he catches one near the house he will run after it and try to kick it. He has managed to more times than I'd like to admit. He drinks too much, yells, makes everyone else in the family feel like shit. Before I was old enough to physically defend myself, he used to manhandle me, throw me against walls, and hold my wrists so tight I'd have bruises. I know what a panic attack is thanks to him. There's a lot more I could say, but as I've gotten older the most damage I see him doing isn't even to me, it's to my mom.
During Christmas of 2010, I was sleeping in my friend's living room while I desperately tried to find a job. Why? I was absolutely determined not to live at home again after I graduated. That wasn't the only place I couch surfed after graduation, but it was also one of the better places I did.
Christmas came, and I had no choice but to go home. My dad makes a habit out of either not getting a gift for my mom, or getting her something completely useless or thoughtless. He doesn't acknowledge her on Mother's day because "she's not my mother" and I can't remember the last time he even got her a cake for her birthday.
Anyway, Christmas that year was no different. The morning and gifts came and went. My dad got my mom nothing. Which would normally be typical. But that year he decided to be especially nasty, and proceeded to taunt and tease her for the fact that she didn't get any "presents from santa." My siblings and I did have things for her, but he was specifically rubbing in the fact that she didn't get a gift from the breadwinner of the family. (my mom had guillain barre in her early 20's and was never able to have a full time job after the damage was done to her nerves). My poor mom, who had a shit childhood herself, and is usually one of the strongest spitfires I know, couldn't take it. I will never forget walking in to the kitchen and seeing her crying while washing the dishes.
I was so livid, but I knew from past confrontations there wasn't much I could do. I was leaving the next day to go back to my friend's house. So for the rest of Christmas my mom wouldn't speak to my dad and I sat there and became more and more agitated.
The next day, I was packed up and putting things in the car to leave. Since I had graduated a few months before and still hadn't found a job, my dad thought this would be the perfect time to berate me for not having a job yet and demanding I explain how I am going to pay back the student loans HE so graciously cosigned. I've never been good at holding my tongue, most especially when it comes to my dad, and just as I was getting ready to get in the car to leave, I let loose. All I did was call him an asshole for making my mother cry on Christmas. Just one sentence.
It sent him into a rage. He flew at me. The last thing I had to put in the car was my cat in his cat carrier. My siblings were rushing to help me out the door, but we weren't fast enough. He got to me when I was just about to get in, and the driver's seat was still open. He grabbed the car door of my shitty little Ford and bent it back so far I had no doubt he was going to pull it off the hinges. I could see the spit fly from his mouth as he screamed. He called me an ungrateful little bitch, among many other things. My mom and siblings were trying desperately to pull him off of the car so that I could close the door and leave. He kept screaming and egging me on, telling me to call him another name, go ahead, do it. See what happens.
I was a blubbering mess. When I finally got away, I could barely drive I was crying so hard. I drove two and a half hours, the entire time in tears with my poor terrified cat beside me.
That was the last time I ever gave my father the benefit of the doubt. The last time I would ever say "yes, he is an asshole, but he is my father, so try your best to love and appreciate him." I can't stand Christmas or the holidays anymore, and I dread the whole time between November and December when I don't have any excuse for avoiding him.
I have not spoken my mind to him since then, mostly because I am still partially dependent on him financially. The day I am no longer under his thumb financially, I will let loose decades of contempt. I certainly don't deserve the way he's treated me, and my poor mom deserves so much more out of the rest of her life. I can't wait for the day when she is free of him, and he can be lonely and miserable with the life he has made for himself.
TLDR: My father is a miserable excuse for a human being. He made my mother cry on Christmas and went apeshit when I called him an asshole for it. Now I bide my time and wait for all the shit he's dumped on my family to come back and bite him in the ass.
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This is ending up being much longer than I anticipated. I usually never go into details for this story because it has affected me so much. For those who might make it through the wall of text, thanks for listening.
My dad has always been a miserable human being. My mom and I like to take care of stray cats in the neighborhood, and have for as long as I can remember. My dad despises them and if he catches one near the house he will run after it and try to kick it. He has managed to more times than I'd like to admit. He drinks too much, yells, makes everyone else in the family feel like shit. Before I was old enough to physically defend myself, he used to manhandle me, throw me against walls, and hold my wrists so tight I'd have bruises. I know what a panic attack is thanks to him. There's a lot more I could say, but as I've gotten older the most damage I see him doing isn't even to me, it's to my mom.
During Christmas of 2010, I was sleeping in my friend's living room while I desperately tried to find a job. Why? I was absolutely determined not to live at home again after I graduated. That wasn't the only place I couch surfed after graduation, but it was also one of the better places I did.
Christmas came, and I had no choice but to go home. My dad makes a habit out of either not getting a gift for my mom, or getting her something completely useless or thoughtless. He doesn't acknowledge her on Mother's day because "she's not my mother" and I can't remember the last time he even got her a cake for her birthday.
Anyway, Christmas that year was no different. The morning and gifts came and went. My dad got my mom nothing. Which would normally be typical. But that year he decided to be especially nasty, and proceeded to taunt and tease her for the fact that she didn't get any "presents from santa." My siblings and I did have things for her, but he was specifically rubbing in the fact that she didn't get a gift from the breadwinner of the family. (my mom had guillain barre in her early 20's and was never able to have a full time job after the damage was done to her nerves). My poor mom, who had a shit childhood herself, and is usually one of the strongest spitfires I know, couldn't take it. I will never forget walking in to the kitchen and seeing her crying while washing the dishes.
I was so livid, but I knew from past confrontations there wasn't much I could do. I was leaving the next day to go back to my friend's house. So for the rest of Christmas my mom wouldn't speak to my dad and I sat there and became more and more agitated.
The next day, I was packed up and putting things in the car to leave. Since I had graduated a few months before and still hadn't found a job, my dad thought this would be the perfect time to berate me for not having a job yet and demanding I explain how I am going to pay back the student loans HE so graciously cosigned. I've never been good at holding my tongue, most especially when it comes to my dad, and just as I was getting ready to get in the car to leave, I let loose. All I did was call him an asshole for making my mother cry on Christmas. Just one sentence.
It sent him into a rage. He flew at me. The last thing I had to put in the car was my cat in his cat carrier. My siblings were rushing to help me out the door, but we weren't fast enough. He got to me when I was just about to get in, and the driver's seat was still open. He grabbed the car door of my shitty little Ford and bent it back so far I had no doubt he was going to pull it off the hinges. I could see the spit fly from his mouth as he screamed. He called me an ungrateful little bitch, among many other things. My mom and siblings were trying desperately to pull him off of the car so that I could close the door and leave. He kept screaming and egging me on, telling me to call him another name, go ahead, do it. See what happens.
I was a blubbering mess. When I finally got away, I could barely drive I was crying so hard. I drove two and a half hours, the entire time in tears with my poor terrified cat beside me.
That was the last time I ever gave my father the benefit of the doubt. The last time I would ever say "yes, he is an asshole, but he is my father, so try your best to love and appreciate him." I can't stand Christmas or the holidays anymore, and I dread the whole time between November and December when I don't have any excuse for avoiding him.
I have not spoken my mind to him since then, mostly because I am still partially dependent on him financially. The day I am no longer under his thumb financially, I will let loose decades of contempt. I certainly don't deserve the way he's treated me, and my poor mom deserves so much more out of the rest of her life. I can't wait for the day when she is free of him, and he can be lonely and miserable with the life he has made for himself.
TLDR: My father is a miserable excuse for a human being. He made my mother cry on Christmas and went apeshit when I called him an asshole for it. Now I bide my time and wait for all the shit he's dumped on my family to come back and bite him in the ass.
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cc80uqv
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This is ending up being much longer than I anticipated. I usually never go into details for this story because it has affected me so much. For those who might make it through the wall of text, thanks for listening.
My dad has always been a miserable human being. My mom and I like to take care of stray cats in the neighborhood, and have for as long as I can remember. My dad despises them and if he catches one near the house he will run after it and try to kick it. He has managed to more times than I'd like to admit. He drinks too much, yells, makes everyone else in the family feel like shit. Before I was old enough to physically defend myself, he used to manhandle me, throw me against walls, and hold my wrists so tight I'd have bruises. I know what a panic attack is thanks to him. There's a lot more I could say, but as I've gotten older the most damage I see him doing isn't even to me, it's to my mom.
During Christmas of 2010, I was sleeping in my friend's living room while I desperately tried to find a job. Why? I was absolutely determined not to live at home again after I graduated. That wasn't the only place I couch surfed after graduation, but it was also one of the better places I did.
Christmas came, and I had no choice but to go home. My dad makes a habit out of either not getting a gift for my mom, or getting her something completely useless or thoughtless. He doesn't acknowledge her on Mother's day because "she's not my mother" and I can't remember the last time he even got her a cake for her birthday.
Anyway, Christmas that year was no different. The morning and gifts came and went. My dad got my mom nothing. Which would normally be typical. But that year he decided to be especially nasty, and proceeded to taunt and tease her for the fact that she didn't get any "presents from santa." My siblings and I did have things for her, but he was specifically rubbing in the fact that she didn't get a gift from the breadwinner of the family. (my mom had guillain barre in her early 20's and was never able to have a full time job after the damage was done to her nerves). My poor mom, who had a shit childhood herself, and is usually one of the strongest spitfires I know, couldn't take it. I will never forget walking in to the kitchen and seeing her crying while washing the dishes.
I was so livid, but I knew from past confrontations there wasn't much I could do. I was leaving the next day to go back to my friend's house. So for the rest of Christmas my mom wouldn't speak to my dad and I sat there and became more and more agitated.
The next day, I was packed up and putting things in the car to leave. Since I had graduated a few months before and still hadn't found a job, my dad thought this would be the perfect time to berate me for not having a job yet and demanding I explain how I am going to pay back the student loans HE so graciously cosigned. I've never been good at holding my tongue, most especially when it comes to my dad, and just as I was getting ready to get in the car to leave, I let loose. All I did was call him an asshole for making my mother cry on Christmas. Just one sentence.
It sent him into a rage. He flew at me. The last thing I had to put in the car was my cat in his cat carrier. My siblings were rushing to help me out the door, but we weren't fast enough. He got to me when I was just about to get in, and the driver's seat was still open. He grabbed the car door of my shitty little Ford and bent it back so far I had no doubt he was going to pull it off the hinges. I could see the spit fly from his mouth as he screamed. He called me an ungrateful little bitch, among many other things. My mom and siblings were trying desperately to pull him off of the car so that I could close the door and leave. He kept screaming and egging me on, telling me to call him another name, go ahead, do it. See what happens.
I was a blubbering mess. When I finally got away, I could barely drive I was crying so hard. I drove two and a half hours, the entire time in tears with my poor terrified cat beside me.
That was the last time I ever gave my father the benefit of the doubt. The last time I would ever say "yes, he is an asshole, but he is my father, so try your best to love and appreciate him." I can't stand Christmas or the holidays anymore, and I dread the whole time between November and December when I don't have any excuse for avoiding him.
I have not spoken my mind to him since then, mostly because I am still partially dependent on him financially. The day I am no longer under his thumb financially, I will let loose decades of contempt. I certainly don't deserve the way he's treated me, and my poor mom deserves so much more out of the rest of her life. I can't wait for the day when she is free of him, and he can be lonely and miserable with the life he has made for himself.
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My father is a miserable excuse for a human being. He made my mother cry on Christmas and went apeshit when I called him an asshole for it. Now I bide my time and wait for all the shit he's dumped on my family to come back and bite him in the ass.
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Over the course of 12-18 my mother decided to get addicted to pain killers, smoke massive amounts of pot around me, and repeatedly get into car accidents she would later make jokes about as I got older. I remember one particular incident, where I had just visited my comatose grandmother, 5 hours from where my mother and I lived. (Grandmother died a few days later) as a kid, I was kind of shaken up, as I had never seen a dying person before or ....touched cold, dying skin either. So, on the way out of town we went to get food at a restaurant. I was kind of out of it and left my wallet behind on accident. So, about half an hour home, I realized it, and we turned around. My mom, now fucked up from the pain killers she popped unbeknownst to me, did not want to drive all the way back home after going back to get my wallet. Instead, she stopped by the mall , bought some coke from a drug dealer with me in the car, drove to a 7 11 , snorted it in the bathroom and then forced me to stay up with her while she drove around syracuse randomly. Over the next year, she would constantly be verbally abusive to me, and scream in my face in front of people who were my friends, or who I was dating. I ended up moving in with my grandmother and stayed there for a few years, during which time my mom married a new alcoholic, that failed, and she begged my grandmother to live with her my third semester i college. During that time, I became ill and almost died from a stomach disease.....right after that, my mom moved in with, and married ANOTHER "recovering" alcoholic.....stole one of my creidt cards, and charged booze/cigarettes to it, which I didn't find out about for a few days until it dawned on my sherlock holmes of a fucking bank, that a 19 year old probably can't buy hundreds of dollars worth of wine legally. After that I moved away, and I've only gone back since....ONCE to visit her, in 7 years. The last time I saw her, after I told her I forgave her, she treated the girl I was going to propose to like shit. Her treating my ex like shit, eventually drove a wedge between my ex and I, that ended up exacerbating other minor problems that shouldn't have been a big deal otherwise. That relationship ended a few months later as the resentment caused a huge blow up between us, in an argument centered around how our families would never get along and spiraled into more personal unnecessary things said in the heat of the moment.
TL;DR. My mom made me watch her buy coke after I visited my dying grandmother as a child, abused painkillers my whole life, getting into several car accidents that she thought were funny, stole a credit card from me while I was in college, and was a contributing factor to ruining a relationship with the only woman I've ever loved whom I was with for four years.
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Over the course of 12-18 my mother decided to get addicted to pain killers, smoke massive amounts of pot around me, and repeatedly get into car accidents she would later make jokes about as I got older. I remember one particular incident, where I had just visited my comatose grandmother, 5 hours from where my mother and I lived. (Grandmother died a few days later) as a kid, I was kind of shaken up, as I had never seen a dying person before or ....touched cold, dying skin either. So, on the way out of town we went to get food at a restaurant. I was kind of out of it and left my wallet behind on accident. So, about half an hour home, I realized it, and we turned around. My mom, now fucked up from the pain killers she popped unbeknownst to me, did not want to drive all the way back home after going back to get my wallet. Instead, she stopped by the mall , bought some coke from a drug dealer with me in the car, drove to a 7 11 , snorted it in the bathroom and then forced me to stay up with her while she drove around syracuse randomly. Over the next year, she would constantly be verbally abusive to me, and scream in my face in front of people who were my friends, or who I was dating. I ended up moving in with my grandmother and stayed there for a few years, during which time my mom married a new alcoholic, that failed, and she begged my grandmother to live with her my third semester i college. During that time, I became ill and almost died from a stomach disease.....right after that, my mom moved in with, and married ANOTHER "recovering" alcoholic.....stole one of my creidt cards, and charged booze/cigarettes to it, which I didn't find out about for a few days until it dawned on my sherlock holmes of a fucking bank, that a 19 year old probably can't buy hundreds of dollars worth of wine legally. After that I moved away, and I've only gone back since....ONCE to visit her, in 7 years. The last time I saw her, after I told her I forgave her, she treated the girl I was going to propose to like shit. Her treating my ex like shit, eventually drove a wedge between my ex and I, that ended up exacerbating other minor problems that shouldn't have been a big deal otherwise. That relationship ended a few months later as the resentment caused a huge blow up between us, in an argument centered around how our families would never get along and spiraled into more personal unnecessary things said in the heat of the moment.
TL;DR. My mom made me watch her buy coke after I visited my dying grandmother as a child, abused painkillers my whole life, getting into several car accidents that she thought were funny, stole a credit card from me while I was in college, and was a contributing factor to ruining a relationship with the only woman I've ever loved whom I was with for four years.
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Over the course of 12-18 my mother decided to get addicted to pain killers, smoke massive amounts of pot around me, and repeatedly get into car accidents she would later make jokes about as I got older. I remember one particular incident, where I had just visited my comatose grandmother, 5 hours from where my mother and I lived. (Grandmother died a few days later) as a kid, I was kind of shaken up, as I had never seen a dying person before or ....touched cold, dying skin either. So, on the way out of town we went to get food at a restaurant. I was kind of out of it and left my wallet behind on accident. So, about half an hour home, I realized it, and we turned around. My mom, now fucked up from the pain killers she popped unbeknownst to me, did not want to drive all the way back home after going back to get my wallet. Instead, she stopped by the mall , bought some coke from a drug dealer with me in the car, drove to a 7 11 , snorted it in the bathroom and then forced me to stay up with her while she drove around syracuse randomly. Over the next year, she would constantly be verbally abusive to me, and scream in my face in front of people who were my friends, or who I was dating. I ended up moving in with my grandmother and stayed there for a few years, during which time my mom married a new alcoholic, that failed, and she begged my grandmother to live with her my third semester i college. During that time, I became ill and almost died from a stomach disease.....right after that, my mom moved in with, and married ANOTHER "recovering" alcoholic.....stole one of my creidt cards, and charged booze/cigarettes to it, which I didn't find out about for a few days until it dawned on my sherlock holmes of a fucking bank, that a 19 year old probably can't buy hundreds of dollars worth of wine legally. After that I moved away, and I've only gone back since....ONCE to visit her, in 7 years. The last time I saw her, after I told her I forgave her, she treated the girl I was going to propose to like shit. Her treating my ex like shit, eventually drove a wedge between my ex and I, that ended up exacerbating other minor problems that shouldn't have been a big deal otherwise. That relationship ended a few months later as the resentment caused a huge blow up between us, in an argument centered around how our families would never get along and spiraled into more personal unnecessary things said in the heat of the moment.
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My mom made me watch her buy coke after I visited my dying grandmother as a child, abused painkillers my whole life, getting into several car accidents that she thought were funny, stole a credit card from me while I was in college, and was a contributing factor to ruining a relationship with the only woman I've ever loved whom I was with for four years.
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It's complicated but here goes . After my mum worked as hard as she could as a single mother to raise me, and managed to afford to buy a home for us, her brother, who is a paraplegic and made millions out of suing the ambulance services after he became paralysed in an accident, offered to pay around 20% of the deposit for the place and we made it all handicap accessible. We're talking extra wide doorways and all that kind of stuff so that he would be able to stay there. After we had lived there got a few years (I was around 10 by this time), he decided to take us to court over ownership of the house. He claimed that we hadn't made it accessible to him, which was bullshit, and basically lied his way through the court system until we couldn't afford to fight it anymore. We lost everything, he offered to settle and give us 7 grand (yep, 7) if we sold the house, which was obviously ridiculous, but we got fucked by the court system until we had to back out due to finances, seeing as she was fighting as a single mother. My mum was now pretty much broke and we had to move to the city and in with some relatives for a while until my mum found a job and we got back on our feet. Having my mum tell me she couldn't afford to keep our house was the most devastating thing to see as a son, knowing that she felt as though she had failed as a parent. When she asked him why he did, he said that she had won some game when they were little, and now it was his turn to win.
tl;dr My uncle took our house and all money because he wanted to win something.
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It's complicated but here goes . After my mum worked as hard as she could as a single mother to raise me, and managed to afford to buy a home for us, her brother, who is a paraplegic and made millions out of suing the ambulance services after he became paralysed in an accident, offered to pay around 20% of the deposit for the place and we made it all handicap accessible. We're talking extra wide doorways and all that kind of stuff so that he would be able to stay there. After we had lived there got a few years (I was around 10 by this time), he decided to take us to court over ownership of the house. He claimed that we hadn't made it accessible to him, which was bullshit, and basically lied his way through the court system until we couldn't afford to fight it anymore. We lost everything, he offered to settle and give us 7 grand (yep, 7) if we sold the house, which was obviously ridiculous, but we got fucked by the court system until we had to back out due to finances, seeing as she was fighting as a single mother. My mum was now pretty much broke and we had to move to the city and in with some relatives for a while until my mum found a job and we got back on our feet. Having my mum tell me she couldn't afford to keep our house was the most devastating thing to see as a son, knowing that she felt as though she had failed as a parent. When she asked him why he did, he said that she had won some game when they were little, and now it was his turn to win.
tl;dr My uncle took our house and all money because he wanted to win something.
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It's complicated but here goes . After my mum worked as hard as she could as a single mother to raise me, and managed to afford to buy a home for us, her brother, who is a paraplegic and made millions out of suing the ambulance services after he became paralysed in an accident, offered to pay around 20% of the deposit for the place and we made it all handicap accessible. We're talking extra wide doorways and all that kind of stuff so that he would be able to stay there. After we had lived there got a few years (I was around 10 by this time), he decided to take us to court over ownership of the house. He claimed that we hadn't made it accessible to him, which was bullshit, and basically lied his way through the court system until we couldn't afford to fight it anymore. We lost everything, he offered to settle and give us 7 grand (yep, 7) if we sold the house, which was obviously ridiculous, but we got fucked by the court system until we had to back out due to finances, seeing as she was fighting as a single mother. My mum was now pretty much broke and we had to move to the city and in with some relatives for a while until my mum found a job and we got back on our feet. Having my mum tell me she couldn't afford to keep our house was the most devastating thing to see as a son, knowing that she felt as though she had failed as a parent. When she asked him why he did, he said that she had won some game when they were little, and now it was his turn to win.
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My uncle took our house and all money because he wanted to win something.
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I've got a doozy, unfortunately I was late to this thread:
When I was 13 years old, on my birthday nonetheless, my mother decided to search my room because "God told her to" during my birthday party at our house. It was a pool party in full swing when my parents come outside and immediately call me over to talk. I knew this was bad. They asked if I looked at porn, I denied. They then grabbed the nude playboy photo spread of Carmen Electra I had hidden under my mattress and showed me. They called all the parents (about 15 kids) and sent them all home. Naturally I was grounded for this. They then decided I needed "sex rehab". The rehab consisted of me going in front of my youth pastor and his wife, the church pastor and his wife, and my parents. They asked me horrible questions like, "do you like penetration, what kind of porn do you watch most, do you masturbate?" I was mortified. I told them I just liked boobs and at the time that was all I liked, I thought vaginas were gross. Anyway, they forced me to go in front of my church at the next service and infront of a congregation of about 200 I had to tell everyone I had a pornography and masturbation problem. It was absolutely horrific and scarred me for years. I was always made fun of and picked on for it and my parents thought they had "rid me of my demonic tendencies". Now my mother denies it ever happened and it caused a major rift for years with me and her. TL:DR got busted for boobs, went to church and had to tell everyone, life sucked.
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I've got a doozy, unfortunately I was late to this thread:
When I was 13 years old, on my birthday nonetheless, my mother decided to search my room because "God told her to" during my birthday party at our house. It was a pool party in full swing when my parents come outside and immediately call me over to talk. I knew this was bad. They asked if I looked at porn, I denied. They then grabbed the nude playboy photo spread of Carmen Electra I had hidden under my mattress and showed me. They called all the parents (about 15 kids) and sent them all home. Naturally I was grounded for this. They then decided I needed "sex rehab". The rehab consisted of me going in front of my youth pastor and his wife, the church pastor and his wife, and my parents. They asked me horrible questions like, "do you like penetration, what kind of porn do you watch most, do you masturbate?" I was mortified. I told them I just liked boobs and at the time that was all I liked, I thought vaginas were gross. Anyway, they forced me to go in front of my church at the next service and infront of a congregation of about 200 I had to tell everyone I had a pornography and masturbation problem. It was absolutely horrific and scarred me for years. I was always made fun of and picked on for it and my parents thought they had "rid me of my demonic tendencies". Now my mother denies it ever happened and it caused a major rift for years with me and her. TL:DR got busted for boobs, went to church and had to tell everyone, life sucked.
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I've got a doozy, unfortunately I was late to this thread:
When I was 13 years old, on my birthday nonetheless, my mother decided to search my room because "God told her to" during my birthday party at our house. It was a pool party in full swing when my parents come outside and immediately call me over to talk. I knew this was bad. They asked if I looked at porn, I denied. They then grabbed the nude playboy photo spread of Carmen Electra I had hidden under my mattress and showed me. They called all the parents (about 15 kids) and sent them all home. Naturally I was grounded for this. They then decided I needed "sex rehab". The rehab consisted of me going in front of my youth pastor and his wife, the church pastor and his wife, and my parents. They asked me horrible questions like, "do you like penetration, what kind of porn do you watch most, do you masturbate?" I was mortified. I told them I just liked boobs and at the time that was all I liked, I thought vaginas were gross. Anyway, they forced me to go in front of my church at the next service and infront of a congregation of about 200 I had to tell everyone I had a pornography and masturbation problem. It was absolutely horrific and scarred me for years. I was always made fun of and picked on for it and my parents thought they had "rid me of my demonic tendencies". Now my mother denies it ever happened and it caused a major rift for years with me and her.
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got busted for boobs, went to church and had to tell everyone, life sucked.
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I was 5. My mom had kids from a previous marriage, 2 sons and a daughter. She met my dad and had my brother and I. My parents were out for the evening at a meeting so my oldest step brother (19) was watching me, my brother (7 yrs), and my step sister (16). I remember wearing blue footy pajamas and being told to go upstairs to the bedroom my 7 year old brother and I shared by the step brother. He said we were going to play a game.
The next thing I remember is being laid on the bed with my clothes off and his pants off. I knew what was happening was wrong and oddly, for a 5 year old, I was calm. He was raping me. After all was said and done he told me not to tell our parents or he would kill me. I agreed and told him I needed to use the bathroom. We went back downstairs where he watched me use the bathroom which was connected to the kitchen. Our parents happened to walk through the door as I was finishing. I immediately ran to them and explained what had happened...a gut feeling I suppose. I remember my dad beating the shit out of my step brother and my mother screaming and calling the police.
He went to jail. We later found out he had raped my step sister when she was 13. She was too scared to ever say anything. I also found out my 7 year old brother had been in the bedroom hiding behind his bed as the rape was happening. Both ended up testifying in court. He was in jail for a long time. Released and did it to another female when I was about 9. He went back to jail and was released about 8 years ago. My parents don't keep in touch. We don't consider him a member of the family. He now has a wife and a step daughter of his own.
TL;DR I was raped by my older step brother when I was 5. I told my parents. My dad threw him out. He went to jail. Got out. Did it again. Back in jail. Released and now has his own family.
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I was 5. My mom had kids from a previous marriage, 2 sons and a daughter. She met my dad and had my brother and I. My parents were out for the evening at a meeting so my oldest step brother (19) was watching me, my brother (7 yrs), and my step sister (16). I remember wearing blue footy pajamas and being told to go upstairs to the bedroom my 7 year old brother and I shared by the step brother. He said we were going to play a game.
The next thing I remember is being laid on the bed with my clothes off and his pants off. I knew what was happening was wrong and oddly, for a 5 year old, I was calm. He was raping me. After all was said and done he told me not to tell our parents or he would kill me. I agreed and told him I needed to use the bathroom. We went back downstairs where he watched me use the bathroom which was connected to the kitchen. Our parents happened to walk through the door as I was finishing. I immediately ran to them and explained what had happened...a gut feeling I suppose. I remember my dad beating the shit out of my step brother and my mother screaming and calling the police.
He went to jail. We later found out he had raped my step sister when she was 13. She was too scared to ever say anything. I also found out my 7 year old brother had been in the bedroom hiding behind his bed as the rape was happening. Both ended up testifying in court. He was in jail for a long time. Released and did it to another female when I was about 9. He went back to jail and was released about 8 years ago. My parents don't keep in touch. We don't consider him a member of the family. He now has a wife and a step daughter of his own.
TL;DR I was raped by my older step brother when I was 5. I told my parents. My dad threw him out. He went to jail. Got out. Did it again. Back in jail. Released and now has his own family.
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I was 5. My mom had kids from a previous marriage, 2 sons and a daughter. She met my dad and had my brother and I. My parents were out for the evening at a meeting so my oldest step brother (19) was watching me, my brother (7 yrs), and my step sister (16). I remember wearing blue footy pajamas and being told to go upstairs to the bedroom my 7 year old brother and I shared by the step brother. He said we were going to play a game.
The next thing I remember is being laid on the bed with my clothes off and his pants off. I knew what was happening was wrong and oddly, for a 5 year old, I was calm. He was raping me. After all was said and done he told me not to tell our parents or he would kill me. I agreed and told him I needed to use the bathroom. We went back downstairs where he watched me use the bathroom which was connected to the kitchen. Our parents happened to walk through the door as I was finishing. I immediately ran to them and explained what had happened...a gut feeling I suppose. I remember my dad beating the shit out of my step brother and my mother screaming and calling the police.
He went to jail. We later found out he had raped my step sister when she was 13. She was too scared to ever say anything. I also found out my 7 year old brother had been in the bedroom hiding behind his bed as the rape was happening. Both ended up testifying in court. He was in jail for a long time. Released and did it to another female when I was about 9. He went back to jail and was released about 8 years ago. My parents don't keep in touch. We don't consider him a member of the family. He now has a wife and a step daughter of his own.
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I was raped by my older step brother when I was 5. I told my parents. My dad threw him out. He went to jail. Got out. Did it again. Back in jail. Released and now has his own family.
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When I was a junior in high school my Mom started seeing this guy. I never knew much about him- only that he lived in Brooklyn and had an Italian name. She would visit him a lot, sometimes leaving me alone in the house for 4-5 days in a row without any phone calls or contact. Whenever she came home from these visits, she was absolutely hammered. Every time.
Her bouts with alcoholism were under control for years until she met this guy. Anyway, I was getting pretty fed up of never having food in the house, taking care of the dogs, being a student, and all that stuff. I became really withdrawn and stayed in my room pretty much all day. She interpreted this as an invitation for her boyfriend to live in our house and throw all kinds of parties.
This cycle went on and on until this guy became explosively violent towards my Mom and I. He would get her drunk and then hit her, while blasting music so I couldn't hear it. One time he actually threw her down the stairs. When I became suspicious he threatened to "break my face" and a lot of other horrible things. Now, you're probably going to ask me why I didn't call the police...
It's because she did. On me. Over 10 times.
From what I could understand about the situation, this guy coerced and brainwashed my Mom into reporting the abuse HE committed, using me as a scapegoat. This idea popped into his mind after I threatened to call the cops on him one night.
So anyway, the cops come to the front door, and my mom would come screaming and crying that I was hitting her and that I should be incarcerated. She would show them the bruises, and they would believe her stories until I came down from my room and spoke to them. I explained the situation to them, they would tell me to leave the house, basically tell me "good luck", and then drive off.
I had no support from my father, my sister had gone to college, and leaving the house was not an option. The cycle repeated itself over, and over again. I was trapped. Every week the same cops would show up, tell me that they couldn't do anything because "she's an adult and it's her word against yours". Life fucking sucked. Being a teenager was hard as it was, but I couldn't even imagine that I would be facing this. I couldn't imagine that somebody could be so evil as to manipulate a mother and turn her against her son. The only thing I could do was focus on my work, stay in my room, deflect the police calls, and bide my time.
About a year or so goes by, and I manage to get into a really good university despite all the bullshit that went on at home. I packed my shit up, and got the fuck out of there.
As of today, my Mom refuses to get medical attention for her mental illness, her alcoholism is in full swing, and she remains together with that fucking devil.
I've had a long time to think about how I feel about her, but it's over with. I choose to remember her as she was before she became this monster. She is hollow, weak, and devoid of compassion. Her alcoholism will most likely kill her within a few years, and when that day comes I doubt I will feel anything but relief.
TLDR; Psycho mom + abusive new boyfriend plot to have me arrested for the abuse he committed.
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When I was a junior in high school my Mom started seeing this guy. I never knew much about him- only that he lived in Brooklyn and had an Italian name. She would visit him a lot, sometimes leaving me alone in the house for 4-5 days in a row without any phone calls or contact. Whenever she came home from these visits, she was absolutely hammered. Every time.
Her bouts with alcoholism were under control for years until she met this guy. Anyway, I was getting pretty fed up of never having food in the house, taking care of the dogs, being a student, and all that stuff. I became really withdrawn and stayed in my room pretty much all day. She interpreted this as an invitation for her boyfriend to live in our house and throw all kinds of parties.
This cycle went on and on until this guy became explosively violent towards my Mom and I. He would get her drunk and then hit her, while blasting music so I couldn't hear it. One time he actually threw her down the stairs. When I became suspicious he threatened to "break my face" and a lot of other horrible things. Now, you're probably going to ask me why I didn't call the police...
It's because she did. On me. Over 10 times.
From what I could understand about the situation, this guy coerced and brainwashed my Mom into reporting the abuse HE committed, using me as a scapegoat. This idea popped into his mind after I threatened to call the cops on him one night.
So anyway, the cops come to the front door, and my mom would come screaming and crying that I was hitting her and that I should be incarcerated. She would show them the bruises, and they would believe her stories until I came down from my room and spoke to them. I explained the situation to them, they would tell me to leave the house, basically tell me "good luck", and then drive off.
I had no support from my father, my sister had gone to college, and leaving the house was not an option. The cycle repeated itself over, and over again. I was trapped. Every week the same cops would show up, tell me that they couldn't do anything because "she's an adult and it's her word against yours". Life fucking sucked. Being a teenager was hard as it was, but I couldn't even imagine that I would be facing this. I couldn't imagine that somebody could be so evil as to manipulate a mother and turn her against her son. The only thing I could do was focus on my work, stay in my room, deflect the police calls, and bide my time.
About a year or so goes by, and I manage to get into a really good university despite all the bullshit that went on at home. I packed my shit up, and got the fuck out of there.
As of today, my Mom refuses to get medical attention for her mental illness, her alcoholism is in full swing, and she remains together with that fucking devil.
I've had a long time to think about how I feel about her, but it's over with. I choose to remember her as she was before she became this monster. She is hollow, weak, and devoid of compassion. Her alcoholism will most likely kill her within a few years, and when that day comes I doubt I will feel anything but relief.
TLDR; Psycho mom + abusive new boyfriend plot to have me arrested for the abuse he committed.
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When I was a junior in high school my Mom started seeing this guy. I never knew much about him- only that he lived in Brooklyn and had an Italian name. She would visit him a lot, sometimes leaving me alone in the house for 4-5 days in a row without any phone calls or contact. Whenever she came home from these visits, she was absolutely hammered. Every time.
Her bouts with alcoholism were under control for years until she met this guy. Anyway, I was getting pretty fed up of never having food in the house, taking care of the dogs, being a student, and all that stuff. I became really withdrawn and stayed in my room pretty much all day. She interpreted this as an invitation for her boyfriend to live in our house and throw all kinds of parties.
This cycle went on and on until this guy became explosively violent towards my Mom and I. He would get her drunk and then hit her, while blasting music so I couldn't hear it. One time he actually threw her down the stairs. When I became suspicious he threatened to "break my face" and a lot of other horrible things. Now, you're probably going to ask me why I didn't call the police...
It's because she did. On me. Over 10 times.
From what I could understand about the situation, this guy coerced and brainwashed my Mom into reporting the abuse HE committed, using me as a scapegoat. This idea popped into his mind after I threatened to call the cops on him one night.
So anyway, the cops come to the front door, and my mom would come screaming and crying that I was hitting her and that I should be incarcerated. She would show them the bruises, and they would believe her stories until I came down from my room and spoke to them. I explained the situation to them, they would tell me to leave the house, basically tell me "good luck", and then drive off.
I had no support from my father, my sister had gone to college, and leaving the house was not an option. The cycle repeated itself over, and over again. I was trapped. Every week the same cops would show up, tell me that they couldn't do anything because "she's an adult and it's her word against yours". Life fucking sucked. Being a teenager was hard as it was, but I couldn't even imagine that I would be facing this. I couldn't imagine that somebody could be so evil as to manipulate a mother and turn her against her son. The only thing I could do was focus on my work, stay in my room, deflect the police calls, and bide my time.
About a year or so goes by, and I manage to get into a really good university despite all the bullshit that went on at home. I packed my shit up, and got the fuck out of there.
As of today, my Mom refuses to get medical attention for her mental illness, her alcoholism is in full swing, and she remains together with that fucking devil.
I've had a long time to think about how I feel about her, but it's over with. I choose to remember her as she was before she became this monster. She is hollow, weak, and devoid of compassion. Her alcoholism will most likely kill her within a few years, and when that day comes I doubt I will feel anything but relief.
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Psycho mom + abusive new boyfriend plot to have me arrested for the abuse he committed.
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I never comment much so here it goes...
It was Christmas Day I was about 10 years old and I'm watching Christmas specials with my mom and younger brother. My brother being the forgetful one went to use the toilet and forgot where he left the remote. We said we'll look for it later and continued with our holiday. About and hour later my father comes back from work tired and upset. Now he's notorious for having a short temper. He asks for the remote and we begin to frantically look for because we know if its not in his hands in 2 seconds he'll go ape shit. Do we search up and down as good as any ten year old and seven year old can . But nothing , we know what's coming up next he unbuckles his belt and "smack" begins lashing at us with his leather whip. We're still looking for the remote frantically hoping that as soon as we find the pain will end . But we didn't find it , this makes him more angry so he ends up breaking off one of the plastic towel racks we have in the bathroom and begins to lash out at us with it until it broke in two. Finally my mother finds the remote behind one of our school photos but by then the damage was done . A searing back and shirt I got as present stained in blood .
Tl:DR - Father went ape shit over a fucking tv remote.
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I never comment much so here it goes...
It was Christmas Day I was about 10 years old and I'm watching Christmas specials with my mom and younger brother. My brother being the forgetful one went to use the toilet and forgot where he left the remote. We said we'll look for it later and continued with our holiday. About and hour later my father comes back from work tired and upset. Now he's notorious for having a short temper. He asks for the remote and we begin to frantically look for because we know if its not in his hands in 2 seconds he'll go ape shit. Do we search up and down as good as any ten year old and seven year old can . But nothing , we know what's coming up next he unbuckles his belt and "smack" begins lashing at us with his leather whip. We're still looking for the remote frantically hoping that as soon as we find the pain will end . But we didn't find it , this makes him more angry so he ends up breaking off one of the plastic towel racks we have in the bathroom and begins to lash out at us with it until it broke in two. Finally my mother finds the remote behind one of our school photos but by then the damage was done . A searing back and shirt I got as present stained in blood .
Tl:DR - Father went ape shit over a fucking tv remote.
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I never comment much so here it goes...
It was Christmas Day I was about 10 years old and I'm watching Christmas specials with my mom and younger brother. My brother being the forgetful one went to use the toilet and forgot where he left the remote. We said we'll look for it later and continued with our holiday. About and hour later my father comes back from work tired and upset. Now he's notorious for having a short temper. He asks for the remote and we begin to frantically look for because we know if its not in his hands in 2 seconds he'll go ape shit. Do we search up and down as good as any ten year old and seven year old can . But nothing , we know what's coming up next he unbuckles his belt and "smack" begins lashing at us with his leather whip. We're still looking for the remote frantically hoping that as soon as we find the pain will end . But we didn't find it , this makes him more angry so he ends up breaking off one of the plastic towel racks we have in the bathroom and begins to lash out at us with it until it broke in two. Finally my mother finds the remote behind one of our school photos but by then the damage was done . A searing back and shirt I got as present stained in blood .
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Father went ape shit over a fucking tv remote.
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About two years ago my older brother graduated college and was having trouble finding a job (wasn't very hard working in school, sucked off our parents/loans, so he wasn't exactly motivated) and my mom told me he was going to live with me until he found a job. I said fine. Big mistake. I was still in college at the time, working too so I didn't have to take out loans, and since I worked our parents helped me with school tuition.
Fast forward three months. My adult brother hasn't paid me a dime in living expenses/rent, hasn't attempted to find a job, and sits around on my couch daily and plays COD. I get fed up and decide to kick him out. I can't support myself and my lazy brother. He gets pissed, tells my mom I smoke weed (I do) and so begins the worst year of my life.
My mom quits paying for school. Cancels my health insurance. Takes away the car I drive that's in her name. Shows up with the cops to reclaim it, as if I were going to put up a struggle. I can't get to work (traveling piano teacher) so I can't pay my bills. I take a min wage job at panera that I can take the bus to but it pays shit. My mom says the only way she'll give me back the car/pay for school is if i go to rehab. For weed. But, I find out my brother told her untruthfully that I also did pills. My mom thinks my long-haired boyfriend is to blame and tells him he should go kill himself like his hillbilly father. Classy, mom.
My cat gets very sick on my birthday, my landlord puts an eviction notice on my door the same day, and I finally break down and ask my dad (divorced parents) for money. Thank god for him. He paid $300 for my cat and helped me pay my back/current rent, but I still had to buy a car on a credit card. Really hurt my good credit.
My mom expected me to fail, because she believed me a drug addict. But I did not fail. I got a better job as a flight attendant a year ago, got back on my feet, paid off my credit card debt. Now she wants to start paying for school again. I want to say fuck you bitch, but I also want to use her for her money. I was so close to my degree. She'll never know how awful those tough times were. Poverty is terrible. Things are slowly getting better between us now though.
TL;DR My brother got mad at me, told my mom I smoked weed, she completely cut me off, had to drop out of school to work a shit job, she took my car away, wanted to see me fail, I got back on my feet with my dad's help and some good old fashioned hard work. And a credit card.
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About two years ago my older brother graduated college and was having trouble finding a job (wasn't very hard working in school, sucked off our parents/loans, so he wasn't exactly motivated) and my mom told me he was going to live with me until he found a job. I said fine. Big mistake. I was still in college at the time, working too so I didn't have to take out loans, and since I worked our parents helped me with school tuition.
Fast forward three months. My adult brother hasn't paid me a dime in living expenses/rent, hasn't attempted to find a job, and sits around on my couch daily and plays COD. I get fed up and decide to kick him out. I can't support myself and my lazy brother. He gets pissed, tells my mom I smoke weed (I do) and so begins the worst year of my life.
My mom quits paying for school. Cancels my health insurance. Takes away the car I drive that's in her name. Shows up with the cops to reclaim it, as if I were going to put up a struggle. I can't get to work (traveling piano teacher) so I can't pay my bills. I take a min wage job at panera that I can take the bus to but it pays shit. My mom says the only way she'll give me back the car/pay for school is if i go to rehab. For weed. But, I find out my brother told her untruthfully that I also did pills. My mom thinks my long-haired boyfriend is to blame and tells him he should go kill himself like his hillbilly father. Classy, mom.
My cat gets very sick on my birthday, my landlord puts an eviction notice on my door the same day, and I finally break down and ask my dad (divorced parents) for money. Thank god for him. He paid $300 for my cat and helped me pay my back/current rent, but I still had to buy a car on a credit card. Really hurt my good credit.
My mom expected me to fail, because she believed me a drug addict. But I did not fail. I got a better job as a flight attendant a year ago, got back on my feet, paid off my credit card debt. Now she wants to start paying for school again. I want to say fuck you bitch, but I also want to use her for her money. I was so close to my degree. She'll never know how awful those tough times were. Poverty is terrible. Things are slowly getting better between us now though.
TL;DR My brother got mad at me, told my mom I smoked weed, she completely cut me off, had to drop out of school to work a shit job, she took my car away, wanted to see me fail, I got back on my feet with my dad's help and some good old fashioned hard work. And a credit card.
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About two years ago my older brother graduated college and was having trouble finding a job (wasn't very hard working in school, sucked off our parents/loans, so he wasn't exactly motivated) and my mom told me he was going to live with me until he found a job. I said fine. Big mistake. I was still in college at the time, working too so I didn't have to take out loans, and since I worked our parents helped me with school tuition.
Fast forward three months. My adult brother hasn't paid me a dime in living expenses/rent, hasn't attempted to find a job, and sits around on my couch daily and plays COD. I get fed up and decide to kick him out. I can't support myself and my lazy brother. He gets pissed, tells my mom I smoke weed (I do) and so begins the worst year of my life.
My mom quits paying for school. Cancels my health insurance. Takes away the car I drive that's in her name. Shows up with the cops to reclaim it, as if I were going to put up a struggle. I can't get to work (traveling piano teacher) so I can't pay my bills. I take a min wage job at panera that I can take the bus to but it pays shit. My mom says the only way she'll give me back the car/pay for school is if i go to rehab. For weed. But, I find out my brother told her untruthfully that I also did pills. My mom thinks my long-haired boyfriend is to blame and tells him he should go kill himself like his hillbilly father. Classy, mom.
My cat gets very sick on my birthday, my landlord puts an eviction notice on my door the same day, and I finally break down and ask my dad (divorced parents) for money. Thank god for him. He paid $300 for my cat and helped me pay my back/current rent, but I still had to buy a car on a credit card. Really hurt my good credit.
My mom expected me to fail, because she believed me a drug addict. But I did not fail. I got a better job as a flight attendant a year ago, got back on my feet, paid off my credit card debt. Now she wants to start paying for school again. I want to say fuck you bitch, but I also want to use her for her money. I was so close to my degree. She'll never know how awful those tough times were. Poverty is terrible. Things are slowly getting better between us now though.
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My brother got mad at me, told my mom I smoked weed, she completely cut me off, had to drop out of school to work a shit job, she took my car away, wanted to see me fail, I got back on my feet with my dad's help and some good old fashioned hard work. And a credit card.
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I don't have any stories myself, but I have my boyfriend's(though definitely not as bad as some stories here):
His parents have always been abusive and it's a normal thing for them. Used to hit him and verbally abuse him since very young, but they were also nice. From what I gather, they were 'normal' parents, but very quick to anger and when so, usually physically or verbally abused their children.
My boyfriend hung with the wrong crowd for a little while when he was around 12 or 13 y/o. Stole, smoked pot, got into fights. One day his father caught him smoking pot with his friends. He dragged him into the house and beat the everliving shit out of him. He dislocated my bf's jaw or something like that, but didn't need to take him to the hospital(or didn't want to). Because of this my boyfriend can't fully close his mouth. His upper teeth never touch his lower teeth and he bites into food with his molars.
His older sister is abusive too. One day I was sleeping over, we were sleeping together in the living room. Sister came back from going out with her friends at around 5am, kind of drunk, turned on the lights and started to make noise. Boyfriend told her to please turn off the lights, we were trying to sleep. She started shouting, grabbed a glass and hit him in the head with it. The glass shattered, he started bleeding from his head LIKE CRAZY, he took some steps towards the bathroom but then collapsed on the floor. I started crying while repeatedly telling him not to close his eyes, not to fall asleep(I seriously thought he was going to die), I was going to get help... she was standing a few metres from us, laughing her ass off and repeating "I HOPE YOU DIE, I HOPE YOU DIE!!". In the end he was fine, lost a lot of blood because he had many, many cuts, some deep but only got some stitches.
And one day when I was at his house his little sister wanted some ice cream. His mother said no and little sis insisted. So his mother grabbed a broom and ran around the house trying to hit my boyfriend's 11 year old sister with it. By this time, the older sister came into the room too, and starts laughing and shouting "YEAH! HIT HER HARD!! IN THE HEAD!!" and cheering. My boyfriend tries to calm everybody down and tries to take the broom away from his mother. Cue tug-o-war between the two while little sis is crying beside them. His mom lets go and he accidentally hits his little sister on the arm with it, hard. She had a HUGE bruise for about two weeks but they never took her to the hospital because child abuse. *To this day, when I ask him about this episode, he tells me a whole different story: he got angry about something, and hit his sister with a broom. It's like they brainwashed him.*
TL;DR:
* FIL 'dislocates' bf's jaw. He never closes his mouth normally again.
* SIL hits bf in the head with a glass. Laughs and cheers while he bleeds out on the floor and I'm calling for help
* MIL chases younger SIL with a broom. Older SIL laughs and cheers, bf tries to intervene. Ends up hitting younger SIL in the arm with the broom accidentally. Now recalls a whole different story, about how he got angry and hit her, even though I was there and know it's not true.
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I don't have any stories myself, but I have my boyfriend's(though definitely not as bad as some stories here):
His parents have always been abusive and it's a normal thing for them. Used to hit him and verbally abuse him since very young, but they were also nice. From what I gather, they were 'normal' parents, but very quick to anger and when so, usually physically or verbally abused their children.
My boyfriend hung with the wrong crowd for a little while when he was around 12 or 13 y/o. Stole, smoked pot, got into fights. One day his father caught him smoking pot with his friends. He dragged him into the house and beat the everliving shit out of him. He dislocated my bf's jaw or something like that, but didn't need to take him to the hospital(or didn't want to). Because of this my boyfriend can't fully close his mouth. His upper teeth never touch his lower teeth and he bites into food with his molars.
His older sister is abusive too. One day I was sleeping over, we were sleeping together in the living room. Sister came back from going out with her friends at around 5am, kind of drunk, turned on the lights and started to make noise. Boyfriend told her to please turn off the lights, we were trying to sleep. She started shouting, grabbed a glass and hit him in the head with it. The glass shattered, he started bleeding from his head LIKE CRAZY, he took some steps towards the bathroom but then collapsed on the floor. I started crying while repeatedly telling him not to close his eyes, not to fall asleep(I seriously thought he was going to die), I was going to get help... she was standing a few metres from us, laughing her ass off and repeating "I HOPE YOU DIE, I HOPE YOU DIE!!". In the end he was fine, lost a lot of blood because he had many, many cuts, some deep but only got some stitches.
And one day when I was at his house his little sister wanted some ice cream. His mother said no and little sis insisted. So his mother grabbed a broom and ran around the house trying to hit my boyfriend's 11 year old sister with it. By this time, the older sister came into the room too, and starts laughing and shouting "YEAH! HIT HER HARD!! IN THE HEAD!!" and cheering. My boyfriend tries to calm everybody down and tries to take the broom away from his mother. Cue tug-o-war between the two while little sis is crying beside them. His mom lets go and he accidentally hits his little sister on the arm with it, hard. She had a HUGE bruise for about two weeks but they never took her to the hospital because child abuse. To this day, when I ask him about this episode, he tells me a whole different story: he got angry about something, and hit his sister with a broom. It's like they brainwashed him.
TL;DR:
FIL 'dislocates' bf's jaw. He never closes his mouth normally again.
SIL hits bf in the head with a glass. Laughs and cheers while he bleeds out on the floor and I'm calling for help
MIL chases younger SIL with a broom. Older SIL laughs and cheers, bf tries to intervene. Ends up hitting younger SIL in the arm with the broom accidentally. Now recalls a whole different story, about how he got angry and hit her, even though I was there and know it's not true.
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I don't have any stories myself, but I have my boyfriend's(though definitely not as bad as some stories here):
His parents have always been abusive and it's a normal thing for them. Used to hit him and verbally abuse him since very young, but they were also nice. From what I gather, they were 'normal' parents, but very quick to anger and when so, usually physically or verbally abused their children.
My boyfriend hung with the wrong crowd for a little while when he was around 12 or 13 y/o. Stole, smoked pot, got into fights. One day his father caught him smoking pot with his friends. He dragged him into the house and beat the everliving shit out of him. He dislocated my bf's jaw or something like that, but didn't need to take him to the hospital(or didn't want to). Because of this my boyfriend can't fully close his mouth. His upper teeth never touch his lower teeth and he bites into food with his molars.
His older sister is abusive too. One day I was sleeping over, we were sleeping together in the living room. Sister came back from going out with her friends at around 5am, kind of drunk, turned on the lights and started to make noise. Boyfriend told her to please turn off the lights, we were trying to sleep. She started shouting, grabbed a glass and hit him in the head with it. The glass shattered, he started bleeding from his head LIKE CRAZY, he took some steps towards the bathroom but then collapsed on the floor. I started crying while repeatedly telling him not to close his eyes, not to fall asleep(I seriously thought he was going to die), I was going to get help... she was standing a few metres from us, laughing her ass off and repeating "I HOPE YOU DIE, I HOPE YOU DIE!!". In the end he was fine, lost a lot of blood because he had many, many cuts, some deep but only got some stitches.
And one day when I was at his house his little sister wanted some ice cream. His mother said no and little sis insisted. So his mother grabbed a broom and ran around the house trying to hit my boyfriend's 11 year old sister with it. By this time, the older sister came into the room too, and starts laughing and shouting "YEAH! HIT HER HARD!! IN THE HEAD!!" and cheering. My boyfriend tries to calm everybody down and tries to take the broom away from his mother. Cue tug-o-war between the two while little sis is crying beside them. His mom lets go and he accidentally hits his little sister on the arm with it, hard. She had a HUGE bruise for about two weeks but they never took her to the hospital because child abuse. To this day, when I ask him about this episode, he tells me a whole different story: he got angry about something, and hit his sister with a broom. It's like they brainwashed him.
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FIL 'dislocates' bf's jaw. He never closes his mouth normally again.
SIL hits bf in the head with a glass. Laughs and cheers while he bleeds out on the floor and I'm calling for help
MIL chases younger SIL with a broom. Older SIL laughs and cheers, bf tries to intervene. Ends up hitting younger SIL in the arm with the broom accidentally. Now recalls a whole different story, about how he got angry and hit her, even though I was there and know it's not true.
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Excuse my grammar/spelling, please.
About 3 years ago my mom and only sibling died in a car accident, my relationship with my father pre and post-sibling was strictly abusive when I visited him (I moved in with my mom's brother). He would tell me things like it was my fault they died, followed by a string of insults about my recently deceased mother. Finally, after 6 months of this torture I stopped talking to him directly. Fast forward a few weeks after no contact, my inheritance from my mom's estate came in. That's when he tried to get me back into his hands again, because he knew I was emotionally weak and had a lot (in the eyes of a 16y.o.) of money. After I told him to stop contacting me he sued my uncle for custody of me until he knew he couldn't win. When he realized this he went for me directly again. I got a summons (or something, I still don't fully know what it was) for court. My own father tried suing me for $5 million claiming my mother committed murder on my sister and killed herself in the process. Eventually the case was thrown out but he still tries to use his family to contact me, sad part is they never cared about me and my sister before anyway.
tl;dr Mom and sister died, dad sued claiming it was a murder-suicide for $5million.
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Excuse my grammar/spelling, please.
About 3 years ago my mom and only sibling died in a car accident, my relationship with my father pre and post-sibling was strictly abusive when I visited him (I moved in with my mom's brother). He would tell me things like it was my fault they died, followed by a string of insults about my recently deceased mother. Finally, after 6 months of this torture I stopped talking to him directly. Fast forward a few weeks after no contact, my inheritance from my mom's estate came in. That's when he tried to get me back into his hands again, because he knew I was emotionally weak and had a lot (in the eyes of a 16y.o.) of money. After I told him to stop contacting me he sued my uncle for custody of me until he knew he couldn't win. When he realized this he went for me directly again. I got a summons (or something, I still don't fully know what it was) for court. My own father tried suing me for $5 million claiming my mother committed murder on my sister and killed herself in the process. Eventually the case was thrown out but he still tries to use his family to contact me, sad part is they never cared about me and my sister before anyway.
tl;dr Mom and sister died, dad sued claiming it was a murder-suicide for $5million.
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Excuse my grammar/spelling, please.
About 3 years ago my mom and only sibling died in a car accident, my relationship with my father pre and post-sibling was strictly abusive when I visited him (I moved in with my mom's brother). He would tell me things like it was my fault they died, followed by a string of insults about my recently deceased mother. Finally, after 6 months of this torture I stopped talking to him directly. Fast forward a few weeks after no contact, my inheritance from my mom's estate came in. That's when he tried to get me back into his hands again, because he knew I was emotionally weak and had a lot (in the eyes of a 16y.o.) of money. After I told him to stop contacting me he sued my uncle for custody of me until he knew he couldn't win. When he realized this he went for me directly again. I got a summons (or something, I still don't fully know what it was) for court. My own father tried suing me for $5 million claiming my mother committed murder on my sister and killed herself in the process. Eventually the case was thrown out but he still tries to use his family to contact me, sad part is they never cared about me and my sister before anyway.
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Mom and sister died, dad sued claiming it was a murder-suicide for $5million.
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I drink a lot, I smoke a lot of weed, and I stay up late, and this all leads me to sleep quite deeply at times. When I get snapped out of a deep sleep in the early morning (usually about 2-3 hours into my sleep cycle), I wake up in a very suggestible, agreeable, still-actually-asleep-but-seeming-sort-of-awake state. My older sister was very aware of this fact and for a good few years when we were both living at home would purposely wake up early and come into my room, shake me somewhat out of sleep and ask if she could borrow money/weed. In my somnambulist state, I would always apparently say "sure," and let her know where to find whatever she was looking for. At the beginning, I had no idea that she was doing anything; I literally thought I was losing my mind. I would wake up later in the morning and get myself together and realize I was missing money/weed. It wasn't until months into me losing my stuff that I finally mentioned it at the dinner table, telling my family I thought I must be going crazy because I feel like I keep on waking up with less money than I thought I had, citing specifically that I had a ten in my jeans pocket and did anyone maybe need cash and not want to disturb me so they helped themselves, to which my sister replied, "Don't you remember? We had a whole conversation this morning and you said it was no problem, there was cash in your pocket." At that point, I realized what had been happening, and after dinner told my sister not to pull that shit anymore, and guess what? She basically kept doing it to me until I moved out. Whenever I questioned it, she would reference our 'conversation' and I would get a vague recollection and feel robbed, but she of course said she was just borrowing and would totally hit me back; yeah right.
TL;DR older sister stole cash and drugs from me in my sleep for years
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I drink a lot, I smoke a lot of weed, and I stay up late, and this all leads me to sleep quite deeply at times. When I get snapped out of a deep sleep in the early morning (usually about 2-3 hours into my sleep cycle), I wake up in a very suggestible, agreeable, still-actually-asleep-but-seeming-sort-of-awake state. My older sister was very aware of this fact and for a good few years when we were both living at home would purposely wake up early and come into my room, shake me somewhat out of sleep and ask if she could borrow money/weed. In my somnambulist state, I would always apparently say "sure," and let her know where to find whatever she was looking for. At the beginning, I had no idea that she was doing anything; I literally thought I was losing my mind. I would wake up later in the morning and get myself together and realize I was missing money/weed. It wasn't until months into me losing my stuff that I finally mentioned it at the dinner table, telling my family I thought I must be going crazy because I feel like I keep on waking up with less money than I thought I had, citing specifically that I had a ten in my jeans pocket and did anyone maybe need cash and not want to disturb me so they helped themselves, to which my sister replied, "Don't you remember? We had a whole conversation this morning and you said it was no problem, there was cash in your pocket." At that point, I realized what had been happening, and after dinner told my sister not to pull that shit anymore, and guess what? She basically kept doing it to me until I moved out. Whenever I questioned it, she would reference our 'conversation' and I would get a vague recollection and feel robbed, but she of course said she was just borrowing and would totally hit me back; yeah right.
TL;DR older sister stole cash and drugs from me in my sleep for years
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I drink a lot, I smoke a lot of weed, and I stay up late, and this all leads me to sleep quite deeply at times. When I get snapped out of a deep sleep in the early morning (usually about 2-3 hours into my sleep cycle), I wake up in a very suggestible, agreeable, still-actually-asleep-but-seeming-sort-of-awake state. My older sister was very aware of this fact and for a good few years when we were both living at home would purposely wake up early and come into my room, shake me somewhat out of sleep and ask if she could borrow money/weed. In my somnambulist state, I would always apparently say "sure," and let her know where to find whatever she was looking for. At the beginning, I had no idea that she was doing anything; I literally thought I was losing my mind. I would wake up later in the morning and get myself together and realize I was missing money/weed. It wasn't until months into me losing my stuff that I finally mentioned it at the dinner table, telling my family I thought I must be going crazy because I feel like I keep on waking up with less money than I thought I had, citing specifically that I had a ten in my jeans pocket and did anyone maybe need cash and not want to disturb me so they helped themselves, to which my sister replied, "Don't you remember? We had a whole conversation this morning and you said it was no problem, there was cash in your pocket." At that point, I realized what had been happening, and after dinner told my sister not to pull that shit anymore, and guess what? She basically kept doing it to me until I moved out. Whenever I questioned it, she would reference our 'conversation' and I would get a vague recollection and feel robbed, but she of course said she was just borrowing and would totally hit me back; yeah right.
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older sister stole cash and drugs from me in my sleep for years
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This was my life as a child. He committed "suicide" in December of 2003. Here is why I put "suicide" in quotations. When I was 13, my dad left for about 5 days (give or take a few) without a word about once a month or so. In October of 2003, my mother got fed up with it and left him. We packed up and moved in with her sister. The following 2 months, he threatened to kill her, rape her, kill us, and kill the whole family. He attempted to pull us out of school a few times, luckily she had notified the school that he was not allowed to pick us up, so he was unsuccessful. In December, 2 days before his death, he threatened to kill us again. 2 days later, he turns up dead, shotgun to the head, face on the floor and wall. My mother was grief stricken but not overly upset. We had a funeral and whatnot. About 3 years later in a fit of anger, I accused her of killing him. She got this stone cold look in her eye and threw me down the stairs, and told me if I ever accused her of that again, I was to move out. So I ran away for a few weeks. It has not been brought up again, but it sticks out to me, I think she might have killed him. It would make sense, but then again, it would also make sense for him to commit suicide. He had untreated depression, schizophrenia, anxiety, and was bipolar (this is from what I have been told).
This abuse, as I mentioned earlier, was ongoing for about 9 years. The earliest I remember was about 3 or 4 and it ended in October of 2003. Some of the abuse is unfortunately false memories. I repressed or blacked out quite a bit of the rest. Most of it is hazy, but obviously I was in therapy for many years (8 years) and have talked about it with many people, mostly therapists. The events that I have mentioned above my sister and I have talked about in length and she remembers them as well as I do. That is all the proof I have. I have questioned my mother and she remembers none of it, actually she has called me a liar on various occasions despite the scars. I don't know whether it is intentional or she has repressed them or what.
Most of the abuse that occurred was me covering for my sister. She did something and I would take the blame or do something worse. My sister considers me a hero and went through her own troubles as a child. She now has a daughter and is living with me. My little brother is with my mother and remembers none of this (he was 5 when my father passed away). My sister and I are attempting to build a custody case against my mother to gain custody of my brother. She is a pill popper and a drunk who can barely put together a coherent sentence when I speak with her on the phone.
Now I'm going to go into a bit of a sob story. I figure I have told you this much, might as well post the rest of the story as it is a decade later.
After my dad died, I became a drug addict. We had no money and no way to make money. My mother was an LPN and had relatively no experience beyond restaurant. She tried her hardest but would constantly get fired and eventually lost her license for stealing painkillers from hospitals, nursing homes, and a VA home. It was actually funny when she attempted to lie to us about getting fired and I called her out on it, she of course denied it.
So to supplement our meager income and afford the lifestyle my mom was attempting to provide. I learned from a friend's dad how to manufacture a certain product. I'm not going to go into detail since it's pretty incriminating. But I began to sell it to a "distributor" in bulk. I quickly made a lot of money. I began to use it myself, kept manufacturing it, and eventually began to beat my brother and sister. I never went too far, but I think laying a hand on them was too far, period. This went on for about 4 years. I kept paying my moms bills, just driving or walking to the water company, electric company, cable, etc. I mailed in the mortgage payments. My mother, as stupid as this is, never questioned how the bills got paid when she couldn't pay them. She would always put a check in the mail, and I would take it out when I went to school, she left for work about an hour before we went to school.
I was in and out of psych wards, jail a few times, and miraculously was never convicted of a crime. Despite committing a few assaults, a burglary, etc. I attempted suicide on 17 occasions, never succeeded or backed out (mostly attempted hanging and overdosing). I eventually ran away from home and moved about 400 miles away. My mother never questioned it and neither did my family. For some reason, my entire family hated me, except for my great-great-grandmother. I called her almost every day when I was "hiding", I somehow convinced her not to tell anyone, told her I was doing fine, had a job, and even sent pay stubs to her to prove it when she called me a liar. Eventually I got off of meth, almost died from withdrawal, at least I was admitted to the ER and the doctor told me that. I was in in-patient treatment for about 6 months. Have been clean every since, 4 years 10-6-2008, with 2 relapses since my discharge/release from in-patient treatment.
As of now, I have 2 sons, 4 and 1. My oldest, I "abused" when he was about 2. When I say abused, I spanked him at times when it wasn't called for; spilled his drink, peed his pants during potty training, etc. shit like that. Now this went on for about 2 months, roughly. I feel horrible for it. But then again I'm proud. I'm proud because despite everything I went through, all the abuse, the rage, my own "craziness" (diagnosed the same as my father), etc. I never spanked him more than 3 "swats" and have never left a mark. I haven't gone to the lengths that my father did, and to be quite honest, don't feel that I ever will. Don't get me wrong, when I get angry, it is almost impulse to do so, but for some reason I'm able to hold back for a moment and put him in timeout. I was able to successfully potty train him, popsicles as a reward and timeout for failure (when he peed his pants and later pooped his pants). It took me 2 weeks, and I was very proud of that.
As of right now, I'm completed a Bachelor's Degree in Computer Science, I donate money directly to people I meet that are in need and to charity, I have helped friends get on their feet (sometimes giving thousands of dollars in a few months time), and have supported my sister and her boyfriend. I am no longer with the mother of either of my children (both different mother's), but I pay my child support, see my kids at least once or twice a week (every other weekend I have them all weekend), and I give them extra money when I can. I recently just got a job for $42,000 as a Junior Programmer. I have 2 years left in school before I graduate. So with that, I have one thing to say:
Fuck You Statistics! Telling me I'm going to be a low-life and kill myself and shit!
TL;DR: Suffered horrific abuse from my father including; punching, kicking, strangulation, biting, and eventually a non-fatal stabbing (did not pierce my ribcage). My mother knew about all of it, I was removed from school quite often for sometimes 2-3 weeks, neighbors and other family knew about it, etc. Eventually I believe my father was murdered by my mother after threatening to kill all of us after she left him, this could be false and he may have actually committed suicide, he was diagnosed and untreated for depression, anxiety, schizophrenia, and bipolar. After his death, my mother became a drug addict and drunk and couldn't hold a job and eventually lost her LPN license for stealing drugs from her various workplaces. I was later diagnosed with the same illnesses, went through 8 years of therapy, and attempted suicide 17 times. I manufactured a certain product, sold it in to a guy a knew, and paid my mothers bills. I removed the checks from the mailbox and walked/drove/caught a ride to the offices to pay them. I ran away, got clean from my own drug problem, had 2 kids, have supported various friends, support my sister, am no longer with either mother of my children, still support them, am there for my children, am in college with 2 years left, just got a job for my major for $42,000 a year, life is looking really fucking nice at this point. I am referred to by my friends and little sister as a Hero, the most optimistic, loving, and caring person they know.
I apologize for any bragging, but god damnit I'm sorry, I feel that were I am now compared to where I was before, I feel that I kind of deserve it for this moment. I also apologize for how long this is, I have wanted to get all of this off my chest for a while, my friends know about some of it, my sister knows about all of it, but I just wanted to get this off my chest.
Moral of the story: Fuck what you have been through. Take that shit and run with it. You can literally do anything you want to. The stories in this thread are proof enough.
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This was my life as a child. He committed "suicide" in December of 2003. Here is why I put "suicide" in quotations. When I was 13, my dad left for about 5 days (give or take a few) without a word about once a month or so. In October of 2003, my mother got fed up with it and left him. We packed up and moved in with her sister. The following 2 months, he threatened to kill her, rape her, kill us, and kill the whole family. He attempted to pull us out of school a few times, luckily she had notified the school that he was not allowed to pick us up, so he was unsuccessful. In December, 2 days before his death, he threatened to kill us again. 2 days later, he turns up dead, shotgun to the head, face on the floor and wall. My mother was grief stricken but not overly upset. We had a funeral and whatnot. About 3 years later in a fit of anger, I accused her of killing him. She got this stone cold look in her eye and threw me down the stairs, and told me if I ever accused her of that again, I was to move out. So I ran away for a few weeks. It has not been brought up again, but it sticks out to me, I think she might have killed him. It would make sense, but then again, it would also make sense for him to commit suicide. He had untreated depression, schizophrenia, anxiety, and was bipolar (this is from what I have been told).
This abuse, as I mentioned earlier, was ongoing for about 9 years. The earliest I remember was about 3 or 4 and it ended in October of 2003. Some of the abuse is unfortunately false memories. I repressed or blacked out quite a bit of the rest. Most of it is hazy, but obviously I was in therapy for many years (8 years) and have talked about it with many people, mostly therapists. The events that I have mentioned above my sister and I have talked about in length and she remembers them as well as I do. That is all the proof I have. I have questioned my mother and she remembers none of it, actually she has called me a liar on various occasions despite the scars. I don't know whether it is intentional or she has repressed them or what.
Most of the abuse that occurred was me covering for my sister. She did something and I would take the blame or do something worse. My sister considers me a hero and went through her own troubles as a child. She now has a daughter and is living with me. My little brother is with my mother and remembers none of this (he was 5 when my father passed away). My sister and I are attempting to build a custody case against my mother to gain custody of my brother. She is a pill popper and a drunk who can barely put together a coherent sentence when I speak with her on the phone.
Now I'm going to go into a bit of a sob story. I figure I have told you this much, might as well post the rest of the story as it is a decade later.
After my dad died, I became a drug addict. We had no money and no way to make money. My mother was an LPN and had relatively no experience beyond restaurant. She tried her hardest but would constantly get fired and eventually lost her license for stealing painkillers from hospitals, nursing homes, and a VA home. It was actually funny when she attempted to lie to us about getting fired and I called her out on it, she of course denied it.
So to supplement our meager income and afford the lifestyle my mom was attempting to provide. I learned from a friend's dad how to manufacture a certain product. I'm not going to go into detail since it's pretty incriminating. But I began to sell it to a "distributor" in bulk. I quickly made a lot of money. I began to use it myself, kept manufacturing it, and eventually began to beat my brother and sister. I never went too far, but I think laying a hand on them was too far, period. This went on for about 4 years. I kept paying my moms bills, just driving or walking to the water company, electric company, cable, etc. I mailed in the mortgage payments. My mother, as stupid as this is, never questioned how the bills got paid when she couldn't pay them. She would always put a check in the mail, and I would take it out when I went to school, she left for work about an hour before we went to school.
I was in and out of psych wards, jail a few times, and miraculously was never convicted of a crime. Despite committing a few assaults, a burglary, etc. I attempted suicide on 17 occasions, never succeeded or backed out (mostly attempted hanging and overdosing). I eventually ran away from home and moved about 400 miles away. My mother never questioned it and neither did my family. For some reason, my entire family hated me, except for my great-great-grandmother. I called her almost every day when I was "hiding", I somehow convinced her not to tell anyone, told her I was doing fine, had a job, and even sent pay stubs to her to prove it when she called me a liar. Eventually I got off of meth, almost died from withdrawal, at least I was admitted to the ER and the doctor told me that. I was in in-patient treatment for about 6 months. Have been clean every since, 4 years 10-6-2008, with 2 relapses since my discharge/release from in-patient treatment.
As of now, I have 2 sons, 4 and 1. My oldest, I "abused" when he was about 2. When I say abused, I spanked him at times when it wasn't called for; spilled his drink, peed his pants during potty training, etc. shit like that. Now this went on for about 2 months, roughly. I feel horrible for it. But then again I'm proud. I'm proud because despite everything I went through, all the abuse, the rage, my own "craziness" (diagnosed the same as my father), etc. I never spanked him more than 3 "swats" and have never left a mark. I haven't gone to the lengths that my father did, and to be quite honest, don't feel that I ever will. Don't get me wrong, when I get angry, it is almost impulse to do so, but for some reason I'm able to hold back for a moment and put him in timeout. I was able to successfully potty train him, popsicles as a reward and timeout for failure (when he peed his pants and later pooped his pants). It took me 2 weeks, and I was very proud of that.
As of right now, I'm completed a Bachelor's Degree in Computer Science, I donate money directly to people I meet that are in need and to charity, I have helped friends get on their feet (sometimes giving thousands of dollars in a few months time), and have supported my sister and her boyfriend. I am no longer with the mother of either of my children (both different mother's), but I pay my child support, see my kids at least once or twice a week (every other weekend I have them all weekend), and I give them extra money when I can. I recently just got a job for $42,000 as a Junior Programmer. I have 2 years left in school before I graduate. So with that, I have one thing to say:
Fuck You Statistics! Telling me I'm going to be a low-life and kill myself and shit!
TL;DR: Suffered horrific abuse from my father including; punching, kicking, strangulation, biting, and eventually a non-fatal stabbing (did not pierce my ribcage). My mother knew about all of it, I was removed from school quite often for sometimes 2-3 weeks, neighbors and other family knew about it, etc. Eventually I believe my father was murdered by my mother after threatening to kill all of us after she left him, this could be false and he may have actually committed suicide, he was diagnosed and untreated for depression, anxiety, schizophrenia, and bipolar. After his death, my mother became a drug addict and drunk and couldn't hold a job and eventually lost her LPN license for stealing drugs from her various workplaces. I was later diagnosed with the same illnesses, went through 8 years of therapy, and attempted suicide 17 times. I manufactured a certain product, sold it in to a guy a knew, and paid my mothers bills. I removed the checks from the mailbox and walked/drove/caught a ride to the offices to pay them. I ran away, got clean from my own drug problem, had 2 kids, have supported various friends, support my sister, am no longer with either mother of my children, still support them, am there for my children, am in college with 2 years left, just got a job for my major for $42,000 a year, life is looking really fucking nice at this point. I am referred to by my friends and little sister as a Hero, the most optimistic, loving, and caring person they know.
I apologize for any bragging, but god damnit I'm sorry, I feel that were I am now compared to where I was before, I feel that I kind of deserve it for this moment. I also apologize for how long this is, I have wanted to get all of this off my chest for a while, my friends know about some of it, my sister knows about all of it, but I just wanted to get this off my chest.
Moral of the story: Fuck what you have been through. Take that shit and run with it. You can literally do anything you want to. The stories in this thread are proof enough.
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This was my life as a child. He committed "suicide" in December of 2003. Here is why I put "suicide" in quotations. When I was 13, my dad left for about 5 days (give or take a few) without a word about once a month or so. In October of 2003, my mother got fed up with it and left him. We packed up and moved in with her sister. The following 2 months, he threatened to kill her, rape her, kill us, and kill the whole family. He attempted to pull us out of school a few times, luckily she had notified the school that he was not allowed to pick us up, so he was unsuccessful. In December, 2 days before his death, he threatened to kill us again. 2 days later, he turns up dead, shotgun to the head, face on the floor and wall. My mother was grief stricken but not overly upset. We had a funeral and whatnot. About 3 years later in a fit of anger, I accused her of killing him. She got this stone cold look in her eye and threw me down the stairs, and told me if I ever accused her of that again, I was to move out. So I ran away for a few weeks. It has not been brought up again, but it sticks out to me, I think she might have killed him. It would make sense, but then again, it would also make sense for him to commit suicide. He had untreated depression, schizophrenia, anxiety, and was bipolar (this is from what I have been told).
This abuse, as I mentioned earlier, was ongoing for about 9 years. The earliest I remember was about 3 or 4 and it ended in October of 2003. Some of the abuse is unfortunately false memories. I repressed or blacked out quite a bit of the rest. Most of it is hazy, but obviously I was in therapy for many years (8 years) and have talked about it with many people, mostly therapists. The events that I have mentioned above my sister and I have talked about in length and she remembers them as well as I do. That is all the proof I have. I have questioned my mother and she remembers none of it, actually she has called me a liar on various occasions despite the scars. I don't know whether it is intentional or she has repressed them or what.
Most of the abuse that occurred was me covering for my sister. She did something and I would take the blame or do something worse. My sister considers me a hero and went through her own troubles as a child. She now has a daughter and is living with me. My little brother is with my mother and remembers none of this (he was 5 when my father passed away). My sister and I are attempting to build a custody case against my mother to gain custody of my brother. She is a pill popper and a drunk who can barely put together a coherent sentence when I speak with her on the phone.
Now I'm going to go into a bit of a sob story. I figure I have told you this much, might as well post the rest of the story as it is a decade later.
After my dad died, I became a drug addict. We had no money and no way to make money. My mother was an LPN and had relatively no experience beyond restaurant. She tried her hardest but would constantly get fired and eventually lost her license for stealing painkillers from hospitals, nursing homes, and a VA home. It was actually funny when she attempted to lie to us about getting fired and I called her out on it, she of course denied it.
So to supplement our meager income and afford the lifestyle my mom was attempting to provide. I learned from a friend's dad how to manufacture a certain product. I'm not going to go into detail since it's pretty incriminating. But I began to sell it to a "distributor" in bulk. I quickly made a lot of money. I began to use it myself, kept manufacturing it, and eventually began to beat my brother and sister. I never went too far, but I think laying a hand on them was too far, period. This went on for about 4 years. I kept paying my moms bills, just driving or walking to the water company, electric company, cable, etc. I mailed in the mortgage payments. My mother, as stupid as this is, never questioned how the bills got paid when she couldn't pay them. She would always put a check in the mail, and I would take it out when I went to school, she left for work about an hour before we went to school.
I was in and out of psych wards, jail a few times, and miraculously was never convicted of a crime. Despite committing a few assaults, a burglary, etc. I attempted suicide on 17 occasions, never succeeded or backed out (mostly attempted hanging and overdosing). I eventually ran away from home and moved about 400 miles away. My mother never questioned it and neither did my family. For some reason, my entire family hated me, except for my great-great-grandmother. I called her almost every day when I was "hiding", I somehow convinced her not to tell anyone, told her I was doing fine, had a job, and even sent pay stubs to her to prove it when she called me a liar. Eventually I got off of meth, almost died from withdrawal, at least I was admitted to the ER and the doctor told me that. I was in in-patient treatment for about 6 months. Have been clean every since, 4 years 10-6-2008, with 2 relapses since my discharge/release from in-patient treatment.
As of now, I have 2 sons, 4 and 1. My oldest, I "abused" when he was about 2. When I say abused, I spanked him at times when it wasn't called for; spilled his drink, peed his pants during potty training, etc. shit like that. Now this went on for about 2 months, roughly. I feel horrible for it. But then again I'm proud. I'm proud because despite everything I went through, all the abuse, the rage, my own "craziness" (diagnosed the same as my father), etc. I never spanked him more than 3 "swats" and have never left a mark. I haven't gone to the lengths that my father did, and to be quite honest, don't feel that I ever will. Don't get me wrong, when I get angry, it is almost impulse to do so, but for some reason I'm able to hold back for a moment and put him in timeout. I was able to successfully potty train him, popsicles as a reward and timeout for failure (when he peed his pants and later pooped his pants). It took me 2 weeks, and I was very proud of that.
As of right now, I'm completed a Bachelor's Degree in Computer Science, I donate money directly to people I meet that are in need and to charity, I have helped friends get on their feet (sometimes giving thousands of dollars in a few months time), and have supported my sister and her boyfriend. I am no longer with the mother of either of my children (both different mother's), but I pay my child support, see my kids at least once or twice a week (every other weekend I have them all weekend), and I give them extra money when I can. I recently just got a job for $42,000 as a Junior Programmer. I have 2 years left in school before I graduate. So with that, I have one thing to say:
Fuck You Statistics! Telling me I'm going to be a low-life and kill myself and shit!
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Suffered horrific abuse from my father including; punching, kicking, strangulation, biting, and eventually a non-fatal stabbing (did not pierce my ribcage). My mother knew about all of it, I was removed from school quite often for sometimes 2-3 weeks, neighbors and other family knew about it, etc. Eventually I believe my father was murdered by my mother after threatening to kill all of us after she left him, this could be false and he may have actually committed suicide, he was diagnosed and untreated for depression, anxiety, schizophrenia, and bipolar. After his death, my mother became a drug addict and drunk and couldn't hold a job and eventually lost her LPN license for stealing drugs from her various workplaces. I was later diagnosed with the same illnesses, went through 8 years of therapy, and attempted suicide 17 times. I manufactured a certain product, sold it in to a guy a knew, and paid my mothers bills. I removed the checks from the mailbox and walked/drove/caught a ride to the offices to pay them. I ran away, got clean from my own drug problem, had 2 kids, have supported various friends, support my sister, am no longer with either mother of my children, still support them, am there for my children, am in college with 2 years left, just got a job for my major for $42,000 a year, life is looking really fucking nice at this point. I am referred to by my friends and little sister as a Hero, the most optimistic, loving, and caring person they know.
I apologize for any bragging, but god damnit I'm sorry, I feel that were I am now compared to where I was before, I feel that I kind of deserve it for this moment. I also apologize for how long this is, I have wanted to get all of this off my chest for a while, my friends know about some of it, my sister knows about all of it, but I just wanted to get this off my chest.
Moral of the story: Fuck what you have been through. Take that shit and run with it. You can literally do anything you want to. The stories in this thread are proof enough.
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Nothing compared to what other people have been through but when I was young my mother had to raise me by herself (she had me at 15 and worked 2 jobs after dropping out of highschool to care for us) my grandparents abandoned us saying that she was shameful to the family b/c she wouldn't have an abortion or put me up for adoption so we just lived from motel to motel room until we had our first apartment....to make a long story short my mother eventually through hard work and A LOT of luck came into ownership of a pretty big construction company where we live and we have a good amount of money now and my grandparents want to try and build a relationship with us, especially me since they always say how proud they are of me because I'm the first person in my immediate family to go to college.
I pretty much ignore them and whenever they try to talk to us I ask them where they were 18 years ago when my mother needed the help, that makes em leave us alone. They also asked my mother for 3,000$ for a cruise they want to take and when my mother told them to leave us alone they told her she owed them.
TLDR: People are shitty.
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Nothing compared to what other people have been through but when I was young my mother had to raise me by herself (she had me at 15 and worked 2 jobs after dropping out of highschool to care for us) my grandparents abandoned us saying that she was shameful to the family b/c she wouldn't have an abortion or put me up for adoption so we just lived from motel to motel room until we had our first apartment....to make a long story short my mother eventually through hard work and A LOT of luck came into ownership of a pretty big construction company where we live and we have a good amount of money now and my grandparents want to try and build a relationship with us, especially me since they always say how proud they are of me because I'm the first person in my immediate family to go to college.
I pretty much ignore them and whenever they try to talk to us I ask them where they were 18 years ago when my mother needed the help, that makes em leave us alone. They also asked my mother for 3,000$ for a cruise they want to take and when my mother told them to leave us alone they told her she owed them.
TLDR: People are shitty.
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cc81t80
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Nothing compared to what other people have been through but when I was young my mother had to raise me by herself (she had me at 15 and worked 2 jobs after dropping out of highschool to care for us) my grandparents abandoned us saying that she was shameful to the family b/c she wouldn't have an abortion or put me up for adoption so we just lived from motel to motel room until we had our first apartment....to make a long story short my mother eventually through hard work and A LOT of luck came into ownership of a pretty big construction company where we live and we have a good amount of money now and my grandparents want to try and build a relationship with us, especially me since they always say how proud they are of me because I'm the first person in my immediate family to go to college.
I pretty much ignore them and whenever they try to talk to us I ask them where they were 18 years ago when my mother needed the help, that makes em leave us alone. They also asked my mother for 3,000$ for a cruise they want to take and when my mother told them to leave us alone they told her she owed them.
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People are shitty.
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IrishPub
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I have a few stories.
My mom was dating this guy that she knew from when they were both in high school. He's supposed to be this great guy, but for whatever reason, he has a problem with me and thinks I'm a piece of shit.
Well, one night my mom calls me telling me that I need to come pick her up from somewhere. I don't recall where she was. Anyway, I tell her I can't and apologize. I'm way out of town at a friends house, so I tell her to call her boyfriend to help her out. No big deal right? Wrong.
She calls him, and instead of asking him to pick her up, or maybe she did, she told me that I wouldn't come get her, and then she told him where I was.
So, instead of the guy going to get my mother, he drives out to where I am, way out of the way, to come find me. I just happened to be unlucky enough that I was outside the house taking in some fresh air, when this asshole comes flying around the corner, jumps out of his car and runs straight at me. I freak out, but I can't do anything. This guy can rip phone books in half. Anyway, he grabs me and throws me against my friends house, so hard that everyone in the house feels it shake. Then he continues to wail on me, all while screaming at me, and then takes off, leaving me slumped on the ground.
Now, the only way he could have gotten the address was from my mom. So she basically sicked her boyfriend on me because I couldn't pick her up.
Nothing happened to the guy. My mom just scolded him but that was it. They broke up later but for other reasons.
TL;DR - My mom sent her boyfriend after me because I couldn't pick her up.
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I have a few stories.
My mom was dating this guy that she knew from when they were both in high school. He's supposed to be this great guy, but for whatever reason, he has a problem with me and thinks I'm a piece of shit.
Well, one night my mom calls me telling me that I need to come pick her up from somewhere. I don't recall where she was. Anyway, I tell her I can't and apologize. I'm way out of town at a friends house, so I tell her to call her boyfriend to help her out. No big deal right? Wrong.
She calls him, and instead of asking him to pick her up, or maybe she did, she told me that I wouldn't come get her, and then she told him where I was.
So, instead of the guy going to get my mother, he drives out to where I am, way out of the way, to come find me. I just happened to be unlucky enough that I was outside the house taking in some fresh air, when this asshole comes flying around the corner, jumps out of his car and runs straight at me. I freak out, but I can't do anything. This guy can rip phone books in half. Anyway, he grabs me and throws me against my friends house, so hard that everyone in the house feels it shake. Then he continues to wail on me, all while screaming at me, and then takes off, leaving me slumped on the ground.
Now, the only way he could have gotten the address was from my mom. So she basically sicked her boyfriend on me because I couldn't pick her up.
Nothing happened to the guy. My mom just scolded him but that was it. They broke up later but for other reasons.
TL;DR - My mom sent her boyfriend after me because I couldn't pick her up.
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t5_2qh1i
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I have a few stories.
My mom was dating this guy that she knew from when they were both in high school. He's supposed to be this great guy, but for whatever reason, he has a problem with me and thinks I'm a piece of shit.
Well, one night my mom calls me telling me that I need to come pick her up from somewhere. I don't recall where she was. Anyway, I tell her I can't and apologize. I'm way out of town at a friends house, so I tell her to call her boyfriend to help her out. No big deal right? Wrong.
She calls him, and instead of asking him to pick her up, or maybe she did, she told me that I wouldn't come get her, and then she told him where I was.
So, instead of the guy going to get my mother, he drives out to where I am, way out of the way, to come find me. I just happened to be unlucky enough that I was outside the house taking in some fresh air, when this asshole comes flying around the corner, jumps out of his car and runs straight at me. I freak out, but I can't do anything. This guy can rip phone books in half. Anyway, he grabs me and throws me against my friends house, so hard that everyone in the house feels it shake. Then he continues to wail on me, all while screaming at me, and then takes off, leaving me slumped on the ground.
Now, the only way he could have gotten the address was from my mom. So she basically sicked her boyfriend on me because I couldn't pick her up.
Nothing happened to the guy. My mom just scolded him but that was it. They broke up later but for other reasons.
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My mom sent her boyfriend after me because I couldn't pick her up.
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Just posted this to a similar thread yesterday, but it works here too:
I just found out that my cousin has picked on me, beaten me up (we're talking elbow in throat, pushed into thorn bushes shit here), and generally hated me our entire lives because he believes I've had everything handed to me. This blows my mind because when we were growing up he lived in the big house, got all the good presents on holidays, had a pool, a trampoline, and a basketball court, where I lived in a small cramped apartment because my parents were divorced and my mom couldn't afford better. I worked my ass off in school to get good grades for scholarships to go to college, made Eagle Scout, and I've recently moved in with my girlfriend and have started a life for myself. He tried to coast through school, failed many classes, was suspended for racism multiple times, and couldn't get into college so he now works construction. He revealed his reasons to me a few days ago and we are no longer speaking.
TL;DR- My shitbum cousin hates me for having a better life than him, even though I actually worked for mine and he coasted.
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Just posted this to a similar thread yesterday, but it works here too:
I just found out that my cousin has picked on me, beaten me up (we're talking elbow in throat, pushed into thorn bushes shit here), and generally hated me our entire lives because he believes I've had everything handed to me. This blows my mind because when we were growing up he lived in the big house, got all the good presents on holidays, had a pool, a trampoline, and a basketball court, where I lived in a small cramped apartment because my parents were divorced and my mom couldn't afford better. I worked my ass off in school to get good grades for scholarships to go to college, made Eagle Scout, and I've recently moved in with my girlfriend and have started a life for myself. He tried to coast through school, failed many classes, was suspended for racism multiple times, and couldn't get into college so he now works construction. He revealed his reasons to me a few days ago and we are no longer speaking.
TL;DR- My shitbum cousin hates me for having a better life than him, even though I actually worked for mine and he coasted.
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Just posted this to a similar thread yesterday, but it works here too:
I just found out that my cousin has picked on me, beaten me up (we're talking elbow in throat, pushed into thorn bushes shit here), and generally hated me our entire lives because he believes I've had everything handed to me. This blows my mind because when we were growing up he lived in the big house, got all the good presents on holidays, had a pool, a trampoline, and a basketball court, where I lived in a small cramped apartment because my parents were divorced and my mom couldn't afford better. I worked my ass off in school to get good grades for scholarships to go to college, made Eagle Scout, and I've recently moved in with my girlfriend and have started a life for myself. He tried to coast through school, failed many classes, was suspended for racism multiple times, and couldn't get into college so he now works construction. He revealed his reasons to me a few days ago and we are no longer speaking.
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My shitbum cousin hates me for having a better life than him, even though I actually worked for mine and he coasted.
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So we had a weight machine on the third floor of our old house, and I was using it just 'cause. Why not? There is a part on the weight machine where you can put weights on it and pull down the bar to lift the weights. Like a pulley. I put two twenty-five pound (12.5 kg.) weights on the machine. And I pull. I must have pulled with too much force, because I am pulling it all the while tipping the thing over. The entire weight machine crashes onto me. My sister, who was right by me on the computer checking out some website called "Tumblr", looks over at the sound of the crashing noise only to see me buried under the weight machine. She laughs, turns around and starts browsing Tumblr some more. I was completely immobile for forty-five minutes until both my parents came home from work and helped me get out from under the thing.
**TL;DR**: My sister is an asshole.
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So we had a weight machine on the third floor of our old house, and I was using it just 'cause. Why not? There is a part on the weight machine where you can put weights on it and pull down the bar to lift the weights. Like a pulley. I put two twenty-five pound (12.5 kg.) weights on the machine. And I pull. I must have pulled with too much force, because I am pulling it all the while tipping the thing over. The entire weight machine crashes onto me. My sister, who was right by me on the computer checking out some website called "Tumblr", looks over at the sound of the crashing noise only to see me buried under the weight machine. She laughs, turns around and starts browsing Tumblr some more. I was completely immobile for forty-five minutes until both my parents came home from work and helped me get out from under the thing.
TL;DR : My sister is an asshole.
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So we had a weight machine on the third floor of our old house, and I was using it just 'cause. Why not? There is a part on the weight machine where you can put weights on it and pull down the bar to lift the weights. Like a pulley. I put two twenty-five pound (12.5 kg.) weights on the machine. And I pull. I must have pulled with too much force, because I am pulling it all the while tipping the thing over. The entire weight machine crashes onto me. My sister, who was right by me on the computer checking out some website called "Tumblr", looks over at the sound of the crashing noise only to see me buried under the weight machine. She laughs, turns around and starts browsing Tumblr some more. I was completely immobile for forty-five minutes until both my parents came home from work and helped me get out from under the thing.
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My sister is an asshole.
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I was raped by my cousin who was much older than me when I was five through eight. When I told my parents, nothing was done because they wanted to keep the peace. Although I didn't see him much after that, holidays were awkward.
At the age of 22, my aunt told me that it was all my fault that it happened after she told neither was a liar... yeah...
At age 15, my mother (she "found Jesus" when I was nine) demanded my father leave because he didn't believe in Jesus like she did. Plus her "pastor" told her to because he was bad influence on me. I loved my father dearly. He died 6 years ago.
Last year, my mother kicked me out of her house (we just moved in less than a week before) and took away my children by using a power of attorney I gave to her when I was going into emergency surgery from which I haven't really covered at that point (amazing how lawyers can twist things like that) She kicked me out with no where to go, being extremely sick! After she kicked me out she asked the court for custody because I was newly homeless and the children needed care. I was forced either to go to a homeless shelter or go live with friends. In the small town where she was, there was no homeless shelter and the closest friend I had (closet I mean in distance) was 300 miles away. She just moved to a new state and I didn't know anyone in her new city.
Now I am better and on my feet. I have a great job and a great place. She won't even let me Talk to them. She has blocked my number and and had told many of my friends that either I am mentally ill or on drugs (my job that I have requires periodic drugs tests so no I am not on drugs. There's proof) I have been in counseling for situational depression. She has said these things to, I guess, justify her actions in her mind.
My lawyers are working with me to rectify this mess, but without her going though psychiatric testing they can't prove the sociopathic tendencies she possesses. I am insisting that she goes through it though. I already voluntarily did mine.
I always believed a mother should love and protect her children no matter what. I have been rejected and put on the sidelines my whole life. I know how that baby elephant who cried for five hours for it's mother felt. I wish I had a real mom.
Tl:dr. My mother is a religious nut job, who thinks who can disown people and take other people's children because they aren't her type of Christian.
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I was raped by my cousin who was much older than me when I was five through eight. When I told my parents, nothing was done because they wanted to keep the peace. Although I didn't see him much after that, holidays were awkward.
At the age of 22, my aunt told me that it was all my fault that it happened after she told neither was a liar... yeah...
At age 15, my mother (she "found Jesus" when I was nine) demanded my father leave because he didn't believe in Jesus like she did. Plus her "pastor" told her to because he was bad influence on me. I loved my father dearly. He died 6 years ago.
Last year, my mother kicked me out of her house (we just moved in less than a week before) and took away my children by using a power of attorney I gave to her when I was going into emergency surgery from which I haven't really covered at that point (amazing how lawyers can twist things like that) She kicked me out with no where to go, being extremely sick! After she kicked me out she asked the court for custody because I was newly homeless and the children needed care. I was forced either to go to a homeless shelter or go live with friends. In the small town where she was, there was no homeless shelter and the closest friend I had (closet I mean in distance) was 300 miles away. She just moved to a new state and I didn't know anyone in her new city.
Now I am better and on my feet. I have a great job and a great place. She won't even let me Talk to them. She has blocked my number and and had told many of my friends that either I am mentally ill or on drugs (my job that I have requires periodic drugs tests so no I am not on drugs. There's proof) I have been in counseling for situational depression. She has said these things to, I guess, justify her actions in her mind.
My lawyers are working with me to rectify this mess, but without her going though psychiatric testing they can't prove the sociopathic tendencies she possesses. I am insisting that she goes through it though. I already voluntarily did mine.
I always believed a mother should love and protect her children no matter what. I have been rejected and put on the sidelines my whole life. I know how that baby elephant who cried for five hours for it's mother felt. I wish I had a real mom.
Tl:dr. My mother is a religious nut job, who thinks who can disown people and take other people's children because they aren't her type of Christian.
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I was raped by my cousin who was much older than me when I was five through eight. When I told my parents, nothing was done because they wanted to keep the peace. Although I didn't see him much after that, holidays were awkward.
At the age of 22, my aunt told me that it was all my fault that it happened after she told neither was a liar... yeah...
At age 15, my mother (she "found Jesus" when I was nine) demanded my father leave because he didn't believe in Jesus like she did. Plus her "pastor" told her to because he was bad influence on me. I loved my father dearly. He died 6 years ago.
Last year, my mother kicked me out of her house (we just moved in less than a week before) and took away my children by using a power of attorney I gave to her when I was going into emergency surgery from which I haven't really covered at that point (amazing how lawyers can twist things like that) She kicked me out with no where to go, being extremely sick! After she kicked me out she asked the court for custody because I was newly homeless and the children needed care. I was forced either to go to a homeless shelter or go live with friends. In the small town where she was, there was no homeless shelter and the closest friend I had (closet I mean in distance) was 300 miles away. She just moved to a new state and I didn't know anyone in her new city.
Now I am better and on my feet. I have a great job and a great place. She won't even let me Talk to them. She has blocked my number and and had told many of my friends that either I am mentally ill or on drugs (my job that I have requires periodic drugs tests so no I am not on drugs. There's proof) I have been in counseling for situational depression. She has said these things to, I guess, justify her actions in her mind.
My lawyers are working with me to rectify this mess, but without her going though psychiatric testing they can't prove the sociopathic tendencies she possesses. I am insisting that she goes through it though. I already voluntarily did mine.
I always believed a mother should love and protect her children no matter what. I have been rejected and put on the sidelines my whole life. I know how that baby elephant who cried for five hours for it's mother felt. I wish I had a real mom.
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My mother is a religious nut job, who thinks who can disown people and take other people's children because they aren't her type of Christian.
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First time making a throwaway. This is a lot harder than I thought it would be. Much respect to all of you have done this. Anyways.
When I was like 7 years old I met my sister's father and his family. I bonded with my step-uncle after some forced awkward social interactions. Around that age, I was pretty much a sociopath. I cared about no one, and the only thing I enjoyed was drawing. Pretty soon he told me about his brother(my sister's dad) and what he'd do. He told me how he had "touched" him and warned me to be careful. I dismissed it, but made myself wary. I only thought this happened in movies but one day my mom was out on a full day of errands and he cornered me in my room and tried to force himself on me. I'd go numb. I'd pass out mostly, but when I didn't I pretended to. My mother didn't believe me, obviously. He was perfect for her. A week later I set up my room in a manner in which I would be able to attack him from every angle. As I figured he got me bent over a dresser. I smacked him on the head with my Gameboy and preceeded to destroy his genitals. He ran. I felt like a champ. At night, I began boasting to my mom and she sobbed. Then she beat me like never before and I passed out. I woke up in the hospital with my grandmother. And I've been in her care ever since. I haven't spoken to my mother or sister.
**TL;DR:** My sister's dad tried to sexually assault me, I beat him up, grandma's taking care of me, and I don't speak to mother or sister.
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First time making a throwaway. This is a lot harder than I thought it would be. Much respect to all of you have done this. Anyways.
When I was like 7 years old I met my sister's father and his family. I bonded with my step-uncle after some forced awkward social interactions. Around that age, I was pretty much a sociopath. I cared about no one, and the only thing I enjoyed was drawing. Pretty soon he told me about his brother(my sister's dad) and what he'd do. He told me how he had "touched" him and warned me to be careful. I dismissed it, but made myself wary. I only thought this happened in movies but one day my mom was out on a full day of errands and he cornered me in my room and tried to force himself on me. I'd go numb. I'd pass out mostly, but when I didn't I pretended to. My mother didn't believe me, obviously. He was perfect for her. A week later I set up my room in a manner in which I would be able to attack him from every angle. As I figured he got me bent over a dresser. I smacked him on the head with my Gameboy and preceeded to destroy his genitals. He ran. I felt like a champ. At night, I began boasting to my mom and she sobbed. Then she beat me like never before and I passed out. I woke up in the hospital with my grandmother. And I've been in her care ever since. I haven't spoken to my mother or sister.
TL;DR: My sister's dad tried to sexually assault me, I beat him up, grandma's taking care of me, and I don't speak to mother or sister.
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First time making a throwaway. This is a lot harder than I thought it would be. Much respect to all of you have done this. Anyways.
When I was like 7 years old I met my sister's father and his family. I bonded with my step-uncle after some forced awkward social interactions. Around that age, I was pretty much a sociopath. I cared about no one, and the only thing I enjoyed was drawing. Pretty soon he told me about his brother(my sister's dad) and what he'd do. He told me how he had "touched" him and warned me to be careful. I dismissed it, but made myself wary. I only thought this happened in movies but one day my mom was out on a full day of errands and he cornered me in my room and tried to force himself on me. I'd go numb. I'd pass out mostly, but when I didn't I pretended to. My mother didn't believe me, obviously. He was perfect for her. A week later I set up my room in a manner in which I would be able to attack him from every angle. As I figured he got me bent over a dresser. I smacked him on the head with my Gameboy and preceeded to destroy his genitals. He ran. I felt like a champ. At night, I began boasting to my mom and she sobbed. Then she beat me like never before and I passed out. I woke up in the hospital with my grandmother. And I've been in her care ever since. I haven't spoken to my mother or sister.
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My sister's dad tried to sexually assault me, I beat him up, grandma's taking care of me, and I don't speak to mother or sister.
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Well here goes... From the time I was old enough to remember, I knew my mother hated me. Not just hated but despised. I was never wanted, planned or hoped for. She was a very greedy, selfish woman and all she ever wanted in life was my brother, who was perfect in every way in her eyes, and money. Now before we go further, my father was and always will be the stable amazing man whom I will look up to forever. He married this conniving wench and stuck by her to provide for her and his children, including working OT and extra jobs, and love does funny things to a man of faith.
Growing up, I never had the love and consideration a mother should show a daughter. I remember not having new clothes, only goodwill clothes, no new toys, only what I made myself (pillows with drawn on faces, barbies that friends gave me, which would be taken away unless I hid them). Being denied dinner, because I had been bad that day, but how bad can an 8 y.o. be when she played in her tree house/ hideout for 6 hours? No hugs, no reassuring pats or words, no womanly talks, growing up talks, tickles, giggles, princess movies, nothing. I remember feeling like the annoying dog of the house (what I didn't block out), except for the little time when my dad was home, he loved me to his fullest extent, with what little time he had between working and sleeping 4 hours a night before working again. Which fueled the hate fire of jealousy of my mother.
Then things changed.
My dad got hurt at work and was put on disability retirement, with a pay cut. He was around, and VERY aware of my treatment. Then he found out my brother wasn't his, after raising that kid like his own for 22 years. My mother blurted out in a fit over how little money they had and how furious she was that she had to get a job, that she had cheated on my father and that she regretted going to my dad saying how he was the father, that she should've stayed with brother's bio father so she didn't have to work. Brother of course sided with mother and agreed that his life was robbed of greatness because my father was in it instead of bio father, information brother had not known until 10 minutes previous. My dad sees mothers true nature and her treatment of me. It's time to get out.
Here's where it gets good.
Separation ensues, dad wants full custody of me, mother refuses. Knows it will hurt my dad to keep me, knowing that I am biologically his and the only loving family he has, she mostly wanted money from child support, but also to hurt my dad by keeping me from him. You should know, I'm 14 at this time. She doesn't allow me to leave with or visit my dad during the separation. She begins verbally and physically abusing me, locking me in my room, no food, no bathroom, no outside contact except for to school and back. I start fighting with her and find out more than any young teenage girl should know, she tried to abort me herself when she found out she was pregnant, by any means necessary, pills, falling down, lifting too much weight, fell on stair rail, you name it, she did it. Somehow, I managed to hold on. Learned she would hit me as a baby, leave me alone for hours in a dirty diaper in a dark room, hoping an accident would happen and I would die. Tried to leave me in shopping carts unattended hoping I would be taken. I think you get the picture.
Trial comes. I'm not allowed to have a say or even be in the courtroom for my custody hearing, turns out mother was sleeping with judge, her lawyer and dad's lawyer to get her way. Judge grants full custody to mother, no visitation unless supervised with dad and a full mental evaluation by court ordered psychologist, to determine if I'm being "abused" by my FATHER! Her bounds knew no end.
The evaluations begin, she started sleeping with that man too. His professional opinion is that my mother is the best loving mother he's seen in years and my FATHER is mentally unstable and unfit to care for me. No custody change. These proceedings were faxed in (yep, it was a "few" years ago) and mother takes the papers and slaps me across the face with them saying "Guess you're staying! Now get in your room and NEVER come out! I'm going to call my job and quit and live off child support!"
I just stood there. Surely every legal system hadn't just failed me, did this really just happen?! She's staring at me, she goes to raise her hand, I hadn't obeyed her command, time for punishment. I look into her dead eyes, those unkind, unfeeling eyes, the one clear memory I have, I said no. I told her I would walk right out into the highway and kill myself so that she couldn't have the money. And I was dead serious. What kind of life would I have had with her anyway? She said, I know you won't, I stood up went to the kitchen and grabbed a filet knife. Walked right up to her and put it to my wrist, down the street not across the road, I had thought of it many, many times. A small drop of blood appeared, she fainted (weak stomach). I don't know if it was the hit on the head, the sight of blood, or the loss of money. But she began saying she could change it, reverse it, I could go to my dads.
I had a leg to stand on, finally. I could threaten her and she would take me seriously. This might work.
And somehow it did. For the next four years I was on "temporary visitation" with my dad and only saw her twice. He paid the money and she stayed out of our lives. When I turned 18, she called to give me the fake Happy Birthday/ Happy Graduation (it was the day after my birthday) and I let her have her say. When she was done I said I hope you know how to function without the money, because you have received your last check from my dad. And also FUCK OFF! Never come looking for me, forget you know me, we will NEVER have contact after this!
And here's your happy ending Reddit, we haven't. She has not had contact with me in many years, and I'm all the better for it. It took some therapy and lots of love and support from my father, but we made it.
I'm pretty well rounded, but I will always have deep seated fears of a few things, that I will conquer when they arise.
TL;DR Abusive mother all my life, blah blah blah, she's out of the picture, I'm better now :)
If you read all of that, good on you!
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Well here goes... From the time I was old enough to remember, I knew my mother hated me. Not just hated but despised. I was never wanted, planned or hoped for. She was a very greedy, selfish woman and all she ever wanted in life was my brother, who was perfect in every way in her eyes, and money. Now before we go further, my father was and always will be the stable amazing man whom I will look up to forever. He married this conniving wench and stuck by her to provide for her and his children, including working OT and extra jobs, and love does funny things to a man of faith.
Growing up, I never had the love and consideration a mother should show a daughter. I remember not having new clothes, only goodwill clothes, no new toys, only what I made myself (pillows with drawn on faces, barbies that friends gave me, which would be taken away unless I hid them). Being denied dinner, because I had been bad that day, but how bad can an 8 y.o. be when she played in her tree house/ hideout for 6 hours? No hugs, no reassuring pats or words, no womanly talks, growing up talks, tickles, giggles, princess movies, nothing. I remember feeling like the annoying dog of the house (what I didn't block out), except for the little time when my dad was home, he loved me to his fullest extent, with what little time he had between working and sleeping 4 hours a night before working again. Which fueled the hate fire of jealousy of my mother.
Then things changed.
My dad got hurt at work and was put on disability retirement, with a pay cut. He was around, and VERY aware of my treatment. Then he found out my brother wasn't his, after raising that kid like his own for 22 years. My mother blurted out in a fit over how little money they had and how furious she was that she had to get a job, that she had cheated on my father and that she regretted going to my dad saying how he was the father, that she should've stayed with brother's bio father so she didn't have to work. Brother of course sided with mother and agreed that his life was robbed of greatness because my father was in it instead of bio father, information brother had not known until 10 minutes previous. My dad sees mothers true nature and her treatment of me. It's time to get out.
Here's where it gets good.
Separation ensues, dad wants full custody of me, mother refuses. Knows it will hurt my dad to keep me, knowing that I am biologically his and the only loving family he has, she mostly wanted money from child support, but also to hurt my dad by keeping me from him. You should know, I'm 14 at this time. She doesn't allow me to leave with or visit my dad during the separation. She begins verbally and physically abusing me, locking me in my room, no food, no bathroom, no outside contact except for to school and back. I start fighting with her and find out more than any young teenage girl should know, she tried to abort me herself when she found out she was pregnant, by any means necessary, pills, falling down, lifting too much weight, fell on stair rail, you name it, she did it. Somehow, I managed to hold on. Learned she would hit me as a baby, leave me alone for hours in a dirty diaper in a dark room, hoping an accident would happen and I would die. Tried to leave me in shopping carts unattended hoping I would be taken. I think you get the picture.
Trial comes. I'm not allowed to have a say or even be in the courtroom for my custody hearing, turns out mother was sleeping with judge, her lawyer and dad's lawyer to get her way. Judge grants full custody to mother, no visitation unless supervised with dad and a full mental evaluation by court ordered psychologist, to determine if I'm being "abused" by my FATHER! Her bounds knew no end.
The evaluations begin, she started sleeping with that man too. His professional opinion is that my mother is the best loving mother he's seen in years and my FATHER is mentally unstable and unfit to care for me. No custody change. These proceedings were faxed in (yep, it was a "few" years ago) and mother takes the papers and slaps me across the face with them saying "Guess you're staying! Now get in your room and NEVER come out! I'm going to call my job and quit and live off child support!"
I just stood there. Surely every legal system hadn't just failed me, did this really just happen?! She's staring at me, she goes to raise her hand, I hadn't obeyed her command, time for punishment. I look into her dead eyes, those unkind, unfeeling eyes, the one clear memory I have, I said no. I told her I would walk right out into the highway and kill myself so that she couldn't have the money. And I was dead serious. What kind of life would I have had with her anyway? She said, I know you won't, I stood up went to the kitchen and grabbed a filet knife. Walked right up to her and put it to my wrist, down the street not across the road, I had thought of it many, many times. A small drop of blood appeared, she fainted (weak stomach). I don't know if it was the hit on the head, the sight of blood, or the loss of money. But she began saying she could change it, reverse it, I could go to my dads.
I had a leg to stand on, finally. I could threaten her and she would take me seriously. This might work.
And somehow it did. For the next four years I was on "temporary visitation" with my dad and only saw her twice. He paid the money and she stayed out of our lives. When I turned 18, she called to give me the fake Happy Birthday/ Happy Graduation (it was the day after my birthday) and I let her have her say. When she was done I said I hope you know how to function without the money, because you have received your last check from my dad. And also FUCK OFF! Never come looking for me, forget you know me, we will NEVER have contact after this!
And here's your happy ending Reddit, we haven't. She has not had contact with me in many years, and I'm all the better for it. It took some therapy and lots of love and support from my father, but we made it.
I'm pretty well rounded, but I will always have deep seated fears of a few things, that I will conquer when they arise.
TL;DR Abusive mother all my life, blah blah blah, she's out of the picture, I'm better now :)
If you read all of that, good on you!
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Well here goes... From the time I was old enough to remember, I knew my mother hated me. Not just hated but despised. I was never wanted, planned or hoped for. She was a very greedy, selfish woman and all she ever wanted in life was my brother, who was perfect in every way in her eyes, and money. Now before we go further, my father was and always will be the stable amazing man whom I will look up to forever. He married this conniving wench and stuck by her to provide for her and his children, including working OT and extra jobs, and love does funny things to a man of faith.
Growing up, I never had the love and consideration a mother should show a daughter. I remember not having new clothes, only goodwill clothes, no new toys, only what I made myself (pillows with drawn on faces, barbies that friends gave me, which would be taken away unless I hid them). Being denied dinner, because I had been bad that day, but how bad can an 8 y.o. be when she played in her tree house/ hideout for 6 hours? No hugs, no reassuring pats or words, no womanly talks, growing up talks, tickles, giggles, princess movies, nothing. I remember feeling like the annoying dog of the house (what I didn't block out), except for the little time when my dad was home, he loved me to his fullest extent, with what little time he had between working and sleeping 4 hours a night before working again. Which fueled the hate fire of jealousy of my mother.
Then things changed.
My dad got hurt at work and was put on disability retirement, with a pay cut. He was around, and VERY aware of my treatment. Then he found out my brother wasn't his, after raising that kid like his own for 22 years. My mother blurted out in a fit over how little money they had and how furious she was that she had to get a job, that she had cheated on my father and that she regretted going to my dad saying how he was the father, that she should've stayed with brother's bio father so she didn't have to work. Brother of course sided with mother and agreed that his life was robbed of greatness because my father was in it instead of bio father, information brother had not known until 10 minutes previous. My dad sees mothers true nature and her treatment of me. It's time to get out.
Here's where it gets good.
Separation ensues, dad wants full custody of me, mother refuses. Knows it will hurt my dad to keep me, knowing that I am biologically his and the only loving family he has, she mostly wanted money from child support, but also to hurt my dad by keeping me from him. You should know, I'm 14 at this time. She doesn't allow me to leave with or visit my dad during the separation. She begins verbally and physically abusing me, locking me in my room, no food, no bathroom, no outside contact except for to school and back. I start fighting with her and find out more than any young teenage girl should know, she tried to abort me herself when she found out she was pregnant, by any means necessary, pills, falling down, lifting too much weight, fell on stair rail, you name it, she did it. Somehow, I managed to hold on. Learned she would hit me as a baby, leave me alone for hours in a dirty diaper in a dark room, hoping an accident would happen and I would die. Tried to leave me in shopping carts unattended hoping I would be taken. I think you get the picture.
Trial comes. I'm not allowed to have a say or even be in the courtroom for my custody hearing, turns out mother was sleeping with judge, her lawyer and dad's lawyer to get her way. Judge grants full custody to mother, no visitation unless supervised with dad and a full mental evaluation by court ordered psychologist, to determine if I'm being "abused" by my FATHER! Her bounds knew no end.
The evaluations begin, she started sleeping with that man too. His professional opinion is that my mother is the best loving mother he's seen in years and my FATHER is mentally unstable and unfit to care for me. No custody change. These proceedings were faxed in (yep, it was a "few" years ago) and mother takes the papers and slaps me across the face with them saying "Guess you're staying! Now get in your room and NEVER come out! I'm going to call my job and quit and live off child support!"
I just stood there. Surely every legal system hadn't just failed me, did this really just happen?! She's staring at me, she goes to raise her hand, I hadn't obeyed her command, time for punishment. I look into her dead eyes, those unkind, unfeeling eyes, the one clear memory I have, I said no. I told her I would walk right out into the highway and kill myself so that she couldn't have the money. And I was dead serious. What kind of life would I have had with her anyway? She said, I know you won't, I stood up went to the kitchen and grabbed a filet knife. Walked right up to her and put it to my wrist, down the street not across the road, I had thought of it many, many times. A small drop of blood appeared, she fainted (weak stomach). I don't know if it was the hit on the head, the sight of blood, or the loss of money. But she began saying she could change it, reverse it, I could go to my dads.
I had a leg to stand on, finally. I could threaten her and she would take me seriously. This might work.
And somehow it did. For the next four years I was on "temporary visitation" with my dad and only saw her twice. He paid the money and she stayed out of our lives. When I turned 18, she called to give me the fake Happy Birthday/ Happy Graduation (it was the day after my birthday) and I let her have her say. When she was done I said I hope you know how to function without the money, because you have received your last check from my dad. And also FUCK OFF! Never come looking for me, forget you know me, we will NEVER have contact after this!
And here's your happy ending Reddit, we haven't. She has not had contact with me in many years, and I'm all the better for it. It took some therapy and lots of love and support from my father, but we made it.
I'm pretty well rounded, but I will always have deep seated fears of a few things, that I will conquer when they arise.
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Abusive mother all my life, blah blah blah, she's out of the picture, I'm better now :)
If you read all of that, good on you!
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Back-story: My dad was my best friend and we live 3000 miles away from each other. He was divorced from my mom when I was 18 and then remarried to a mean, vindictive woman that was a recovering alcoholic. (We tolerated each other) They lived on an 100 acre old farm/orchard/forest property that he had bought when I was an early teen and where we had bonded and forged the relationship that would make us best friends as adults.
Situation: He came home from work one night and didn't feel right. Took a nitro pill and it didn't help. Asked his wife for another one and when she came back from the bathroom he was out on the floor. Ends up in ICU at the best hospital in the state with a bad prognosis.
I take emergency leave from work and fly back to help out. (He owned and operated his own newspaper distribution business that worked 6 days a week.) Things go bad for him and the family makes the decision to let him go. I stay at his side till it is over and take care of all arrangements for him. I help her get the business transferred into her name, renegotiate contracts and distributions. Help find a permanent employee to help her run it. Decode his custom built spreadsheet and translate it into quicken so she can make sense of it. At this point I have used all of my sick leave/vacation/paid time off and an additional 2 week of unpaid time off to make sure that she is set up.
In addition to his will, he had hand written instructions of who he wanted to have some specific things. His collection of about a dozen guns, (spanning 3 generations of his family), was left to me. I did not have the means at the time to transfer all of them cross country so I left them with her with the negotiated plan to pick them up on our next family visit. With the exception of 1 rifle that I brought home on the plane to hunt with.
After returning I kept in contact with her every month. On every special date/anniversary and continuously offered my help in any way. I felt it was what my dad would have wanted.
Fast forward 3 years: My wife, our 4 kids and myself travel back to see all the family back there. We bought a vehicle there and plan to transport the collection back with us as well and introducing all the kids to their extended family across the country. We were scheduled to spend the night and part of the next day with her and then move on to the next family member.
When we showed up she was rude and distant. When I attempted to show the kids this place that was such a part of my childhood we discovered that every outbuilding and the old farmhouse were padlocked. When I asked about it were denied access to them. The gun collection was gone and she told us to take a good look around it was the last time we would see it. She wouldn't even let me collect my own belongings that had been stored there.
The goodbye that we said as we rolled out the driveway was the last time we spoke to her.
TLDR: Dad died, went out of way to help stepmom, got stabbed in the back.
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Back-story: My dad was my best friend and we live 3000 miles away from each other. He was divorced from my mom when I was 18 and then remarried to a mean, vindictive woman that was a recovering alcoholic. (We tolerated each other) They lived on an 100 acre old farm/orchard/forest property that he had bought when I was an early teen and where we had bonded and forged the relationship that would make us best friends as adults.
Situation: He came home from work one night and didn't feel right. Took a nitro pill and it didn't help. Asked his wife for another one and when she came back from the bathroom he was out on the floor. Ends up in ICU at the best hospital in the state with a bad prognosis.
I take emergency leave from work and fly back to help out. (He owned and operated his own newspaper distribution business that worked 6 days a week.) Things go bad for him and the family makes the decision to let him go. I stay at his side till it is over and take care of all arrangements for him. I help her get the business transferred into her name, renegotiate contracts and distributions. Help find a permanent employee to help her run it. Decode his custom built spreadsheet and translate it into quicken so she can make sense of it. At this point I have used all of my sick leave/vacation/paid time off and an additional 2 week of unpaid time off to make sure that she is set up.
In addition to his will, he had hand written instructions of who he wanted to have some specific things. His collection of about a dozen guns, (spanning 3 generations of his family), was left to me. I did not have the means at the time to transfer all of them cross country so I left them with her with the negotiated plan to pick them up on our next family visit. With the exception of 1 rifle that I brought home on the plane to hunt with.
After returning I kept in contact with her every month. On every special date/anniversary and continuously offered my help in any way. I felt it was what my dad would have wanted.
Fast forward 3 years: My wife, our 4 kids and myself travel back to see all the family back there. We bought a vehicle there and plan to transport the collection back with us as well and introducing all the kids to their extended family across the country. We were scheduled to spend the night and part of the next day with her and then move on to the next family member.
When we showed up she was rude and distant. When I attempted to show the kids this place that was such a part of my childhood we discovered that every outbuilding and the old farmhouse were padlocked. When I asked about it were denied access to them. The gun collection was gone and she told us to take a good look around it was the last time we would see it. She wouldn't even let me collect my own belongings that had been stored there.
The goodbye that we said as we rolled out the driveway was the last time we spoke to her.
TLDR: Dad died, went out of way to help stepmom, got stabbed in the back.
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Back-story: My dad was my best friend and we live 3000 miles away from each other. He was divorced from my mom when I was 18 and then remarried to a mean, vindictive woman that was a recovering alcoholic. (We tolerated each other) They lived on an 100 acre old farm/orchard/forest property that he had bought when I was an early teen and where we had bonded and forged the relationship that would make us best friends as adults.
Situation: He came home from work one night and didn't feel right. Took a nitro pill and it didn't help. Asked his wife for another one and when she came back from the bathroom he was out on the floor. Ends up in ICU at the best hospital in the state with a bad prognosis.
I take emergency leave from work and fly back to help out. (He owned and operated his own newspaper distribution business that worked 6 days a week.) Things go bad for him and the family makes the decision to let him go. I stay at his side till it is over and take care of all arrangements for him. I help her get the business transferred into her name, renegotiate contracts and distributions. Help find a permanent employee to help her run it. Decode his custom built spreadsheet and translate it into quicken so she can make sense of it. At this point I have used all of my sick leave/vacation/paid time off and an additional 2 week of unpaid time off to make sure that she is set up.
In addition to his will, he had hand written instructions of who he wanted to have some specific things. His collection of about a dozen guns, (spanning 3 generations of his family), was left to me. I did not have the means at the time to transfer all of them cross country so I left them with her with the negotiated plan to pick them up on our next family visit. With the exception of 1 rifle that I brought home on the plane to hunt with.
After returning I kept in contact with her every month. On every special date/anniversary and continuously offered my help in any way. I felt it was what my dad would have wanted.
Fast forward 3 years: My wife, our 4 kids and myself travel back to see all the family back there. We bought a vehicle there and plan to transport the collection back with us as well and introducing all the kids to their extended family across the country. We were scheduled to spend the night and part of the next day with her and then move on to the next family member.
When we showed up she was rude and distant. When I attempted to show the kids this place that was such a part of my childhood we discovered that every outbuilding and the old farmhouse were padlocked. When I asked about it were denied access to them. The gun collection was gone and she told us to take a good look around it was the last time we would see it. She wouldn't even let me collect my own belongings that had been stored there.
The goodbye that we said as we rolled out the driveway was the last time we spoke to her.
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Dad died, went out of way to help stepmom, got stabbed in the back.
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As I read some other responses here, I realize my story isn't that bad as it really only involves money and deceit, but it's been eating me up for years and I still maintain resentment:
My stepsister pretended to go to community college for over two years, but instead just went to her boyfriend's house every day. My dad and stepmom had been paying for everything and even gave her "allowance" (pretty sad for a 25 year old). Eventually she was stupid enough to order an unofficial transcript which was mailed to the house. My dad, who had been suspicious for quite some time as he had not seen one of her grades up to this point, decided to open it up.
There it was -- GPA: 0.00. She was in her fifth semester at the time.
As a means of simplifying paying for various school expenses, my stepmom (who's not very bright either) gave her access to the account specifically set aside for all the kids' college funds. I, being a caring and naive high school kid who loved his stepsister, called her to give her a heads-up that my dad had lost his shit. First thing she did was drain the account (the one containing my college fund) so she would have money to live off of in the likely event she would be kicked out. Dad and stepmom find out when the statement comes in the mail, dad finally snaps for real, throws all her shit in the street, and so on.
Her solution? Stick thousands of dollars in cash under my bed when nobody's home so my dad and stepmom will think it was me all along. Parents don't buy it one bit. She decides she wants to rekindle her relationship with her filthy rich, arrogant douchnozzle dad, goes to live with him, things cool down, and so on. Now she, my stepmom, and my dad are on good terms. I pretend to not hate her at family gatherings. They worship her because she "found Jesus" and can't understand why I, after a series of unrelated tragic life events, am a bitter, jaded, irreligious agnostic. After taking ten years to earn a liberal arts degree, she still works for her dad's shitty company answering phones and lives in a fantasy land, and he sends her out to various branches all over North America (books her for 4 days for an assignment/meeting that takes 1 day at most, i.e. free vacations), meanwhile I actually contribute something to society working as an automotive engineer and they couldn't care less because it isn't interesting to them, meaning it isn't about sports, The Beatles, or my stepsister. But when I need to borrow a few bucks for new brake pads, I'm an irresponsible drunk who could have afforded them had I not blown all my money on booze (I actually brew beer with my friends as a hobby).
To this day, she has never truly apologized, and everyone acts like it never happened. Through all this she never even showed signs of guilt, fear of consequences, or any sign that she realizes what terrible things she has done. I can get past her framing me, but the fact that she treated my dad and stepmom (two amazing people who are unfortunately too trusting and optimistic) like absolute shit still enrages me to this day. Everything she does is amazing, everything I do is...meh.
tl;dr: Worthless idiot piece of shit stepsister steals the money set aside for my college education from dad and stepmom; frames me, drama ensues, everybody gets over it and loves her and couldn't care less about me.
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As I read some other responses here, I realize my story isn't that bad as it really only involves money and deceit, but it's been eating me up for years and I still maintain resentment:
My stepsister pretended to go to community college for over two years, but instead just went to her boyfriend's house every day. My dad and stepmom had been paying for everything and even gave her "allowance" (pretty sad for a 25 year old). Eventually she was stupid enough to order an unofficial transcript which was mailed to the house. My dad, who had been suspicious for quite some time as he had not seen one of her grades up to this point, decided to open it up.
There it was -- GPA: 0.00. She was in her fifth semester at the time.
As a means of simplifying paying for various school expenses, my stepmom (who's not very bright either) gave her access to the account specifically set aside for all the kids' college funds. I, being a caring and naive high school kid who loved his stepsister, called her to give her a heads-up that my dad had lost his shit. First thing she did was drain the account (the one containing my college fund) so she would have money to live off of in the likely event she would be kicked out. Dad and stepmom find out when the statement comes in the mail, dad finally snaps for real, throws all her shit in the street, and so on.
Her solution? Stick thousands of dollars in cash under my bed when nobody's home so my dad and stepmom will think it was me all along. Parents don't buy it one bit. She decides she wants to rekindle her relationship with her filthy rich, arrogant douchnozzle dad, goes to live with him, things cool down, and so on. Now she, my stepmom, and my dad are on good terms. I pretend to not hate her at family gatherings. They worship her because she "found Jesus" and can't understand why I, after a series of unrelated tragic life events, am a bitter, jaded, irreligious agnostic. After taking ten years to earn a liberal arts degree, she still works for her dad's shitty company answering phones and lives in a fantasy land, and he sends her out to various branches all over North America (books her for 4 days for an assignment/meeting that takes 1 day at most, i.e. free vacations), meanwhile I actually contribute something to society working as an automotive engineer and they couldn't care less because it isn't interesting to them, meaning it isn't about sports, The Beatles, or my stepsister. But when I need to borrow a few bucks for new brake pads, I'm an irresponsible drunk who could have afforded them had I not blown all my money on booze (I actually brew beer with my friends as a hobby).
To this day, she has never truly apologized, and everyone acts like it never happened. Through all this she never even showed signs of guilt, fear of consequences, or any sign that she realizes what terrible things she has done. I can get past her framing me, but the fact that she treated my dad and stepmom (two amazing people who are unfortunately too trusting and optimistic) like absolute shit still enrages me to this day. Everything she does is amazing, everything I do is...meh.
tl;dr: Worthless idiot piece of shit stepsister steals the money set aside for my college education from dad and stepmom; frames me, drama ensues, everybody gets over it and loves her and couldn't care less about me.
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As I read some other responses here, I realize my story isn't that bad as it really only involves money and deceit, but it's been eating me up for years and I still maintain resentment:
My stepsister pretended to go to community college for over two years, but instead just went to her boyfriend's house every day. My dad and stepmom had been paying for everything and even gave her "allowance" (pretty sad for a 25 year old). Eventually she was stupid enough to order an unofficial transcript which was mailed to the house. My dad, who had been suspicious for quite some time as he had not seen one of her grades up to this point, decided to open it up.
There it was -- GPA: 0.00. She was in her fifth semester at the time.
As a means of simplifying paying for various school expenses, my stepmom (who's not very bright either) gave her access to the account specifically set aside for all the kids' college funds. I, being a caring and naive high school kid who loved his stepsister, called her to give her a heads-up that my dad had lost his shit. First thing she did was drain the account (the one containing my college fund) so she would have money to live off of in the likely event she would be kicked out. Dad and stepmom find out when the statement comes in the mail, dad finally snaps for real, throws all her shit in the street, and so on.
Her solution? Stick thousands of dollars in cash under my bed when nobody's home so my dad and stepmom will think it was me all along. Parents don't buy it one bit. She decides she wants to rekindle her relationship with her filthy rich, arrogant douchnozzle dad, goes to live with him, things cool down, and so on. Now she, my stepmom, and my dad are on good terms. I pretend to not hate her at family gatherings. They worship her because she "found Jesus" and can't understand why I, after a series of unrelated tragic life events, am a bitter, jaded, irreligious agnostic. After taking ten years to earn a liberal arts degree, she still works for her dad's shitty company answering phones and lives in a fantasy land, and he sends her out to various branches all over North America (books her for 4 days for an assignment/meeting that takes 1 day at most, i.e. free vacations), meanwhile I actually contribute something to society working as an automotive engineer and they couldn't care less because it isn't interesting to them, meaning it isn't about sports, The Beatles, or my stepsister. But when I need to borrow a few bucks for new brake pads, I'm an irresponsible drunk who could have afforded them had I not blown all my money on booze (I actually brew beer with my friends as a hobby).
To this day, she has never truly apologized, and everyone acts like it never happened. Through all this she never even showed signs of guilt, fear of consequences, or any sign that she realizes what terrible things she has done. I can get past her framing me, but the fact that she treated my dad and stepmom (two amazing people who are unfortunately too trusting and optimistic) like absolute shit still enrages me to this day. Everything she does is amazing, everything I do is...meh.
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Worthless idiot piece of shit stepsister steals the money set aside for my college education from dad and stepmom; frames me, drama ensues, everybody gets over it and loves her and couldn't care less about me.
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After reading this thread, mine is just nothing, but I want to say it. When I was 3, my mom divorced my dad. I don't remember them ever being together, and she still (22 now) won't give me a straight answer as to why they divorced. But that's not really relevant. She has been implying to me (not usually outright saying it) that I'm not good enough for anything.
When I was in middle school, I wanted to go out for the school's football team. I already swam (although my swim times were always just a few seconds too slow), but I wanted to have something to do in the off season. In the week preceding the signups, she incessantly asked me if I was sure, if I thought that I could run as fast or if I was as strong as the other boys, but I was determined. Then on the *one day* they had signups in the lunchroom, she took me out of school for a doctor's appointment that *just had* to be rescheduled for that day. I missed football my first year of middle school, and then she had a whole year to manipulate the desire out of me.
So I did BSA. It was year-round, it was active, and I enjoyed it. But I spent my time enjoying scouts instead of advancing in rank and she would make these snide remarks about how all the other boys my age had advanced farther than I had. That wasn't as bad, because it resulted in me working harder on rank advancement, but I got less enjoyment out of scouting.
I decided to do band in middle school. My mom attended my first concert, said that we were awful (we were 11, and had 5 weeks with our instruments at that point), and refused to go to any more. I had to get my grandmother to take me. She spent the 3 years of middle school convincing me to not take band in high school, that I would need a language instead, so I didn't take band. I had just started to get good, and then I quit. But all my friends were in band, so I picked it up again my Junior year of HS after my film-making class (that I *just had* to take) got cancelled because the school board refused to fund a class with less than 15 students. But that's a different story. At that point, I went ahead and signed up for band, met the teacher, got a rental instrument, and waited a couple of weeks before I informed my mom that I was rejoining the school band. She was livid. She actually called the school and tried to get me out of the class, but at that point it was too late to change classes. So she begrudgingly "let" me be in band for my last couple of years of high school.
A great deal changed when my mom adopted a new baby girl when I was 16. I guess she wanted to do it all over again or something, and now there was a screaming infant in addition to the stress I already had. But the infant stage was alright. She'd just scream a lot. But then after she learned to walk and stuff, she would downright annoy me. But then I'd think, "Hey, I'm 16 years older than this baby, I can tell her to go to timeout or something." But no, I can't retaliate in any way because I'm too big to do that.
And then there were my grades. Naturally, I was forced to work hard. I made straight As, I took bunches of AP classes ("But why are you only taking 3 AP classes? Can't 10th graders take this AP class too?"), and I had to take the SAT 3 times before I got a score that satisfied her. I graduated top 5% of my class, with a 2150 on the SAT, had a choice from a laundry list of schools, and had a semester's worth of AP credits under my belt. And she tells me, "You did okay, I wish you had gotten a full ride to Ivy League." And to clarify, there was not a single Ivy League school on the list of schools that I could attend. Among them was a full ride to LSU, UCO, UGA, and then multiple large academic scholarships to schools all over Georgia (due to in-state school BS). I wanted to go to LSU and live in Baton Rouge, but my mom sent out the forms to a small private school that I had a hefty scholarship to, sealing my fate going there. Then I was forced to try out for any scholarship there just to cover the rest, because she wasn't going to pay it and would not let me ruin my credit with student loans. The school ended up sucking by the way, and the scholarship required so much outside work that I ended up failing my classes. Well, enough of them that I got put on academic suspension and left the school.
I have since broken most of the ties with my mother (and sister, who is 6 now and who I miss very much), and I am currently working at a Waffle House to support myself while I attend a small state school on student loans. I have one more semester left, and have been pre-accepted into UCO at Denver's Graduate Mathematics program. Where I will move halfway across the country and never have the chance of running into any of them again.
TL;DR: My mom has been emotionally abusing me and manipulating me for the past 10-15 years.
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After reading this thread, mine is just nothing, but I want to say it. When I was 3, my mom divorced my dad. I don't remember them ever being together, and she still (22 now) won't give me a straight answer as to why they divorced. But that's not really relevant. She has been implying to me (not usually outright saying it) that I'm not good enough for anything.
When I was in middle school, I wanted to go out for the school's football team. I already swam (although my swim times were always just a few seconds too slow), but I wanted to have something to do in the off season. In the week preceding the signups, she incessantly asked me if I was sure, if I thought that I could run as fast or if I was as strong as the other boys, but I was determined. Then on the one day they had signups in the lunchroom, she took me out of school for a doctor's appointment that just had to be rescheduled for that day. I missed football my first year of middle school, and then she had a whole year to manipulate the desire out of me.
So I did BSA. It was year-round, it was active, and I enjoyed it. But I spent my time enjoying scouts instead of advancing in rank and she would make these snide remarks about how all the other boys my age had advanced farther than I had. That wasn't as bad, because it resulted in me working harder on rank advancement, but I got less enjoyment out of scouting.
I decided to do band in middle school. My mom attended my first concert, said that we were awful (we were 11, and had 5 weeks with our instruments at that point), and refused to go to any more. I had to get my grandmother to take me. She spent the 3 years of middle school convincing me to not take band in high school, that I would need a language instead, so I didn't take band. I had just started to get good, and then I quit. But all my friends were in band, so I picked it up again my Junior year of HS after my film-making class (that I just had to take) got cancelled because the school board refused to fund a class with less than 15 students. But that's a different story. At that point, I went ahead and signed up for band, met the teacher, got a rental instrument, and waited a couple of weeks before I informed my mom that I was rejoining the school band. She was livid. She actually called the school and tried to get me out of the class, but at that point it was too late to change classes. So she begrudgingly "let" me be in band for my last couple of years of high school.
A great deal changed when my mom adopted a new baby girl when I was 16. I guess she wanted to do it all over again or something, and now there was a screaming infant in addition to the stress I already had. But the infant stage was alright. She'd just scream a lot. But then after she learned to walk and stuff, she would downright annoy me. But then I'd think, "Hey, I'm 16 years older than this baby, I can tell her to go to timeout or something." But no, I can't retaliate in any way because I'm too big to do that.
And then there were my grades. Naturally, I was forced to work hard. I made straight As, I took bunches of AP classes ("But why are you only taking 3 AP classes? Can't 10th graders take this AP class too?"), and I had to take the SAT 3 times before I got a score that satisfied her. I graduated top 5% of my class, with a 2150 on the SAT, had a choice from a laundry list of schools, and had a semester's worth of AP credits under my belt. And she tells me, "You did okay, I wish you had gotten a full ride to Ivy League." And to clarify, there was not a single Ivy League school on the list of schools that I could attend. Among them was a full ride to LSU, UCO, UGA, and then multiple large academic scholarships to schools all over Georgia (due to in-state school BS). I wanted to go to LSU and live in Baton Rouge, but my mom sent out the forms to a small private school that I had a hefty scholarship to, sealing my fate going there. Then I was forced to try out for any scholarship there just to cover the rest, because she wasn't going to pay it and would not let me ruin my credit with student loans. The school ended up sucking by the way, and the scholarship required so much outside work that I ended up failing my classes. Well, enough of them that I got put on academic suspension and left the school.
I have since broken most of the ties with my mother (and sister, who is 6 now and who I miss very much), and I am currently working at a Waffle House to support myself while I attend a small state school on student loans. I have one more semester left, and have been pre-accepted into UCO at Denver's Graduate Mathematics program. Where I will move halfway across the country and never have the chance of running into any of them again.
TL;DR: My mom has been emotionally abusing me and manipulating me for the past 10-15 years.
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After reading this thread, mine is just nothing, but I want to say it. When I was 3, my mom divorced my dad. I don't remember them ever being together, and she still (22 now) won't give me a straight answer as to why they divorced. But that's not really relevant. She has been implying to me (not usually outright saying it) that I'm not good enough for anything.
When I was in middle school, I wanted to go out for the school's football team. I already swam (although my swim times were always just a few seconds too slow), but I wanted to have something to do in the off season. In the week preceding the signups, she incessantly asked me if I was sure, if I thought that I could run as fast or if I was as strong as the other boys, but I was determined. Then on the one day they had signups in the lunchroom, she took me out of school for a doctor's appointment that just had to be rescheduled for that day. I missed football my first year of middle school, and then she had a whole year to manipulate the desire out of me.
So I did BSA. It was year-round, it was active, and I enjoyed it. But I spent my time enjoying scouts instead of advancing in rank and she would make these snide remarks about how all the other boys my age had advanced farther than I had. That wasn't as bad, because it resulted in me working harder on rank advancement, but I got less enjoyment out of scouting.
I decided to do band in middle school. My mom attended my first concert, said that we were awful (we were 11, and had 5 weeks with our instruments at that point), and refused to go to any more. I had to get my grandmother to take me. She spent the 3 years of middle school convincing me to not take band in high school, that I would need a language instead, so I didn't take band. I had just started to get good, and then I quit. But all my friends were in band, so I picked it up again my Junior year of HS after my film-making class (that I just had to take) got cancelled because the school board refused to fund a class with less than 15 students. But that's a different story. At that point, I went ahead and signed up for band, met the teacher, got a rental instrument, and waited a couple of weeks before I informed my mom that I was rejoining the school band. She was livid. She actually called the school and tried to get me out of the class, but at that point it was too late to change classes. So she begrudgingly "let" me be in band for my last couple of years of high school.
A great deal changed when my mom adopted a new baby girl when I was 16. I guess she wanted to do it all over again or something, and now there was a screaming infant in addition to the stress I already had. But the infant stage was alright. She'd just scream a lot. But then after she learned to walk and stuff, she would downright annoy me. But then I'd think, "Hey, I'm 16 years older than this baby, I can tell her to go to timeout or something." But no, I can't retaliate in any way because I'm too big to do that.
And then there were my grades. Naturally, I was forced to work hard. I made straight As, I took bunches of AP classes ("But why are you only taking 3 AP classes? Can't 10th graders take this AP class too?"), and I had to take the SAT 3 times before I got a score that satisfied her. I graduated top 5% of my class, with a 2150 on the SAT, had a choice from a laundry list of schools, and had a semester's worth of AP credits under my belt. And she tells me, "You did okay, I wish you had gotten a full ride to Ivy League." And to clarify, there was not a single Ivy League school on the list of schools that I could attend. Among them was a full ride to LSU, UCO, UGA, and then multiple large academic scholarships to schools all over Georgia (due to in-state school BS). I wanted to go to LSU and live in Baton Rouge, but my mom sent out the forms to a small private school that I had a hefty scholarship to, sealing my fate going there. Then I was forced to try out for any scholarship there just to cover the rest, because she wasn't going to pay it and would not let me ruin my credit with student loans. The school ended up sucking by the way, and the scholarship required so much outside work that I ended up failing my classes. Well, enough of them that I got put on academic suspension and left the school.
I have since broken most of the ties with my mother (and sister, who is 6 now and who I miss very much), and I am currently working at a Waffle House to support myself while I attend a small state school on student loans. I have one more semester left, and have been pre-accepted into UCO at Denver's Graduate Mathematics program. Where I will move halfway across the country and never have the chance of running into any of them again.
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Throwaway account. My mother hired someone to kill me when I was 18.
My dad passed away 5ish months prior, so obviously her and I(only child) were pretty emotionally fucked up. She collected a large life insurance policy and had plans on moving away and starting a new life. In my dad's will(he knew what was coming and planned ahead), he specified that part of the insurance money would be used to pay for my college. My mom decided that wasn't going to happen, and somehow talked her new druggy boyfriend into killing me.
So, on fucking prom night, I'm in my tux and getting ready to drive to my girlfriend's house to take pictures and take a limo from there with a few other couples. My mom tells me at the last minute that she had a florist put together a small rose arrangement for my girlfriend, and I'd have to pick them up on the way. Great, no biggie, I have plenty of time to stop there on the way.
This is where my memory gets a bit fuzzy. I get to the florist, and they have no idea what I'm talking about. So I walk outside to call my mom and make sure I'm at the right place. I get in the car and close the door, start clicking through the contact list to get to her number(back in the old Nokia days), and then I wake up in the hospital.
The rest of these details were pieced together by detectives from witnesses, camera footage, etc. This guy snuck up from behind my car, shot me in the head(3 shots total), took my phone, and ran off..Making it look like a random robbery. One bullet hit me, but only grazed the back of my head causing a big gash and lots of blood. The other two hit the passenger car door. I was knocked unconscious and was gushing blood everywhere, so he apparently assumed I was dead.
Needless to say, I was very very lucky. I felt worse for my girlfriend(now wife)...I never showed up to pick her up. She thought she got stood up and was fuming mad at me. Then my "oh so distraught" mother called her to tell her I was shot in the head and more than likely wouldn't survive the night...So, then of course my girlfriend was even more of an emotional wreck. She blamed herself for being mad at me prior to knowing what happened, and because I got shot while getting flowers for her...
So anyways, like I said, I woke up in the hospital the next day with no recollection of anything. My girlfriend was by my side, still in her dress, apparently holding my hand throughout most of the morning/day. My mother was nowhere to be found. When I woke up in that hospital bed and was told the story about what happened, how my girlfriend came straight to the hospital thinking I was going to die, and sat there with me in her dress for hours and hours...That was the day I knew I would never let her go.
Anyways, to sum it up: They caught the guy due to cameras/witnesses, he ratted out my mom, they're both serving life sentences without chance of parole. My girlfriend/wife and I were married exactly two years after I was shot..to the day. So the anniversary of the scariest day of my life is also the anniversary of the happiest day of my life.
I've had zero contact with my mother except for two pictures I sent her after the wedding. The first one was the stereotypical smiley bride and groom showing our hands with the rings on. The second was the same exact pose, but us smiling and giving the camera the middle finger.
**tl;dr - Mom tried to have me killed, druggy boyfriend failed and only left me with a nasty graze wound. They'll never see the light of day again and the whole event made me decide to marry my highschool sweetheart.**
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Throwaway account. My mother hired someone to kill me when I was 18.
My dad passed away 5ish months prior, so obviously her and I(only child) were pretty emotionally fucked up. She collected a large life insurance policy and had plans on moving away and starting a new life. In my dad's will(he knew what was coming and planned ahead), he specified that part of the insurance money would be used to pay for my college. My mom decided that wasn't going to happen, and somehow talked her new druggy boyfriend into killing me.
So, on fucking prom night, I'm in my tux and getting ready to drive to my girlfriend's house to take pictures and take a limo from there with a few other couples. My mom tells me at the last minute that she had a florist put together a small rose arrangement for my girlfriend, and I'd have to pick them up on the way. Great, no biggie, I have plenty of time to stop there on the way.
This is where my memory gets a bit fuzzy. I get to the florist, and they have no idea what I'm talking about. So I walk outside to call my mom and make sure I'm at the right place. I get in the car and close the door, start clicking through the contact list to get to her number(back in the old Nokia days), and then I wake up in the hospital.
The rest of these details were pieced together by detectives from witnesses, camera footage, etc. This guy snuck up from behind my car, shot me in the head(3 shots total), took my phone, and ran off..Making it look like a random robbery. One bullet hit me, but only grazed the back of my head causing a big gash and lots of blood. The other two hit the passenger car door. I was knocked unconscious and was gushing blood everywhere, so he apparently assumed I was dead.
Needless to say, I was very very lucky. I felt worse for my girlfriend(now wife)...I never showed up to pick her up. She thought she got stood up and was fuming mad at me. Then my "oh so distraught" mother called her to tell her I was shot in the head and more than likely wouldn't survive the night...So, then of course my girlfriend was even more of an emotional wreck. She blamed herself for being mad at me prior to knowing what happened, and because I got shot while getting flowers for her...
So anyways, like I said, I woke up in the hospital the next day with no recollection of anything. My girlfriend was by my side, still in her dress, apparently holding my hand throughout most of the morning/day. My mother was nowhere to be found. When I woke up in that hospital bed and was told the story about what happened, how my girlfriend came straight to the hospital thinking I was going to die, and sat there with me in her dress for hours and hours...That was the day I knew I would never let her go.
Anyways, to sum it up: They caught the guy due to cameras/witnesses, he ratted out my mom, they're both serving life sentences without chance of parole. My girlfriend/wife and I were married exactly two years after I was shot..to the day. So the anniversary of the scariest day of my life is also the anniversary of the happiest day of my life.
I've had zero contact with my mother except for two pictures I sent her after the wedding. The first one was the stereotypical smiley bride and groom showing our hands with the rings on. The second was the same exact pose, but us smiling and giving the camera the middle finger.
tl;dr - Mom tried to have me killed, druggy boyfriend failed and only left me with a nasty graze wound. They'll never see the light of day again and the whole event made me decide to marry my highschool sweetheart.
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Throwaway account. My mother hired someone to kill me when I was 18.
My dad passed away 5ish months prior, so obviously her and I(only child) were pretty emotionally fucked up. She collected a large life insurance policy and had plans on moving away and starting a new life. In my dad's will(he knew what was coming and planned ahead), he specified that part of the insurance money would be used to pay for my college. My mom decided that wasn't going to happen, and somehow talked her new druggy boyfriend into killing me.
So, on fucking prom night, I'm in my tux and getting ready to drive to my girlfriend's house to take pictures and take a limo from there with a few other couples. My mom tells me at the last minute that she had a florist put together a small rose arrangement for my girlfriend, and I'd have to pick them up on the way. Great, no biggie, I have plenty of time to stop there on the way.
This is where my memory gets a bit fuzzy. I get to the florist, and they have no idea what I'm talking about. So I walk outside to call my mom and make sure I'm at the right place. I get in the car and close the door, start clicking through the contact list to get to her number(back in the old Nokia days), and then I wake up in the hospital.
The rest of these details were pieced together by detectives from witnesses, camera footage, etc. This guy snuck up from behind my car, shot me in the head(3 shots total), took my phone, and ran off..Making it look like a random robbery. One bullet hit me, but only grazed the back of my head causing a big gash and lots of blood. The other two hit the passenger car door. I was knocked unconscious and was gushing blood everywhere, so he apparently assumed I was dead.
Needless to say, I was very very lucky. I felt worse for my girlfriend(now wife)...I never showed up to pick her up. She thought she got stood up and was fuming mad at me. Then my "oh so distraught" mother called her to tell her I was shot in the head and more than likely wouldn't survive the night...So, then of course my girlfriend was even more of an emotional wreck. She blamed herself for being mad at me prior to knowing what happened, and because I got shot while getting flowers for her...
So anyways, like I said, I woke up in the hospital the next day with no recollection of anything. My girlfriend was by my side, still in her dress, apparently holding my hand throughout most of the morning/day. My mother was nowhere to be found. When I woke up in that hospital bed and was told the story about what happened, how my girlfriend came straight to the hospital thinking I was going to die, and sat there with me in her dress for hours and hours...That was the day I knew I would never let her go.
Anyways, to sum it up: They caught the guy due to cameras/witnesses, he ratted out my mom, they're both serving life sentences without chance of parole. My girlfriend/wife and I were married exactly two years after I was shot..to the day. So the anniversary of the scariest day of my life is also the anniversary of the happiest day of my life.
I've had zero contact with my mother except for two pictures I sent her after the wedding. The first one was the stereotypical smiley bride and groom showing our hands with the rings on. The second was the same exact pose, but us smiling and giving the camera the middle finger.
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Mom tried to have me killed, druggy boyfriend failed and only left me with a nasty graze wound. They'll never see the light of day again and the whole event made me decide to marry my highschool sweetheart.
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robotnel
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My older brother tried to make me kill myself about two years ago.
Context: I was trying to help my brother start his business, a door to door sales business. I took out a loan and let him trade in my truck. He got me hooked on weed and then controlled my access to it.
Maybe I should back up and clarify that I had come back from a deployment about 18 months before 'the event' happened. I was having very serious problems readjusting to normal life.
I helped him get access to funds and money all the while I created the business so all the liability was in my name. I am still paying off the loan. I give him all the money, including 10k I had saved up from my deployment. He buys his wife a new car while spending money.
I had a job but then I lost it because I couldn't function due to my PTSD and depression. This was in November. With nothing better to do I started to help out with the business and this is when I realized he was likely embezzling money from what little profits was being made. Also he spent all the money on shit vehicles that broke down constantly. Also the only workers he could find who would work in such terrible conditions were 'recovering' drug addicts.
Oh I almost forgot that during this time he was using my bank account to pay his bills.
So I was so depressed in December that I couldn't function. Getting up and out of bed was a chore. I had no money, a business that was failing, and I was behind on all my payments. He tells me to deposit money into my bank account by 3pm but I didn't do it until after 4pm. The repercussion of this is that the deposit may not have cleared before the rent check he sent out cleared. This was the game he gambled with every month.
Later this night he is out drinking with my roommate who grew marijuana in the basement. Roommate and him are old army buddies. Roommate is pissed off at me because he feels I screwed him out of some money when he and brother argued about how much roommate should get for growing the product that brother sells. So roommate tells brother I didn't deposit money until after 4 because he is mad and he knows bro will do something to me. He didnt think he would beat me and almost make me kill myself. Roommate told me this one night he was drunk and apologized for his part.
Anyway.
Brother immediately leaves the bar, drives to my place and proceeds to beat me as I lay in the fetal position on the couch. He tells me how worthless I am, how I should kill myself, how much of a failure I am, and also how much of a genius he is.
This goes on for about 30 minutes maybe longer. Afterwards I am confused and looking for a rope I had saved for if I ever wanted to off myself. I figured hanging would be the easiest to clean up.
Well instead I found my phone first and decided to call the veterans crisis line. Eventually admit myself into the local va hospital (where I live the va hospitals are pretty damn nice and helpful). Spend the whole weekend on suicide watch.
Happy Ending Time:
Due to this extreme situation I cut all ties with my brother. I closed said bank account he was using so he couldn't pay his rent. Eventually he and his family get evicted. I close business but do not pursue legal action cuz brother deftly conned me into not pursuing legal action if he would pay back loan. He never paid back loan.
Two weeks after the beating my disability back pay comes in. I get like 40k in my bank account. Had he even apologized I would have helped him out with bills and whatnot but he was a total douche. I believe he feels I owe him a thank you for the ass kicking because it compelled me to get my life together. Instead I don't give him a dime.
It took me a long time but I've realized that the business failing was my fault because I never should have involved myself. He made mistakes, sure, but I enabled his mistakes. He and I are living better lives now that we aren't a part of each others lives. He still resents me for not giving him even more money than that I already gave him. He laments all the opportunities I didn't give him. I take solace in the fact that he will forever be a stoner, living a meager yet fulfilling life but never achieving anything beyond raising a kid. I meanwhile have rebuilt my life, more or less conquered my depression and anxiety and I am on track to becoming an eye doctor.
I still often fantasize about various situations where I kill, maim, or hurt him. I don't like these but I'm hoping I can stop these eventually. I simply want to move on with my life.
A funny thing (in a dark, ironic way) is that if I had killed myself, he would have kept all the capital of the business and probably have gotten my life insurance from my deployment. He would have been paid for pushing me to kill myself to the tune of 200k.
Last thing I want to say is that my brother believes he is always a victim of his circumstances. Nothing is ever his fault. He is a genius because that is what free online IQ tests tell him (never mind the fact that an IQ test is only a test of ones potential to learn). He is always high and can't hold down a job so only way to make a living is to sell cases of meat out of the back of vans.
**TL;DR** don't go into business with family. Work with VA if you have PTSD and post deployment readjustment issues. They are good people.
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My older brother tried to make me kill myself about two years ago.
Context: I was trying to help my brother start his business, a door to door sales business. I took out a loan and let him trade in my truck. He got me hooked on weed and then controlled my access to it.
Maybe I should back up and clarify that I had come back from a deployment about 18 months before 'the event' happened. I was having very serious problems readjusting to normal life.
I helped him get access to funds and money all the while I created the business so all the liability was in my name. I am still paying off the loan. I give him all the money, including 10k I had saved up from my deployment. He buys his wife a new car while spending money.
I had a job but then I lost it because I couldn't function due to my PTSD and depression. This was in November. With nothing better to do I started to help out with the business and this is when I realized he was likely embezzling money from what little profits was being made. Also he spent all the money on shit vehicles that broke down constantly. Also the only workers he could find who would work in such terrible conditions were 'recovering' drug addicts.
Oh I almost forgot that during this time he was using my bank account to pay his bills.
So I was so depressed in December that I couldn't function. Getting up and out of bed was a chore. I had no money, a business that was failing, and I was behind on all my payments. He tells me to deposit money into my bank account by 3pm but I didn't do it until after 4pm. The repercussion of this is that the deposit may not have cleared before the rent check he sent out cleared. This was the game he gambled with every month.
Later this night he is out drinking with my roommate who grew marijuana in the basement. Roommate and him are old army buddies. Roommate is pissed off at me because he feels I screwed him out of some money when he and brother argued about how much roommate should get for growing the product that brother sells. So roommate tells brother I didn't deposit money until after 4 because he is mad and he knows bro will do something to me. He didnt think he would beat me and almost make me kill myself. Roommate told me this one night he was drunk and apologized for his part.
Anyway.
Brother immediately leaves the bar, drives to my place and proceeds to beat me as I lay in the fetal position on the couch. He tells me how worthless I am, how I should kill myself, how much of a failure I am, and also how much of a genius he is.
This goes on for about 30 minutes maybe longer. Afterwards I am confused and looking for a rope I had saved for if I ever wanted to off myself. I figured hanging would be the easiest to clean up.
Well instead I found my phone first and decided to call the veterans crisis line. Eventually admit myself into the local va hospital (where I live the va hospitals are pretty damn nice and helpful). Spend the whole weekend on suicide watch.
Happy Ending Time:
Due to this extreme situation I cut all ties with my brother. I closed said bank account he was using so he couldn't pay his rent. Eventually he and his family get evicted. I close business but do not pursue legal action cuz brother deftly conned me into not pursuing legal action if he would pay back loan. He never paid back loan.
Two weeks after the beating my disability back pay comes in. I get like 40k in my bank account. Had he even apologized I would have helped him out with bills and whatnot but he was a total douche. I believe he feels I owe him a thank you for the ass kicking because it compelled me to get my life together. Instead I don't give him a dime.
It took me a long time but I've realized that the business failing was my fault because I never should have involved myself. He made mistakes, sure, but I enabled his mistakes. He and I are living better lives now that we aren't a part of each others lives. He still resents me for not giving him even more money than that I already gave him. He laments all the opportunities I didn't give him. I take solace in the fact that he will forever be a stoner, living a meager yet fulfilling life but never achieving anything beyond raising a kid. I meanwhile have rebuilt my life, more or less conquered my depression and anxiety and I am on track to becoming an eye doctor.
I still often fantasize about various situations where I kill, maim, or hurt him. I don't like these but I'm hoping I can stop these eventually. I simply want to move on with my life.
A funny thing (in a dark, ironic way) is that if I had killed myself, he would have kept all the capital of the business and probably have gotten my life insurance from my deployment. He would have been paid for pushing me to kill myself to the tune of 200k.
Last thing I want to say is that my brother believes he is always a victim of his circumstances. Nothing is ever his fault. He is a genius because that is what free online IQ tests tell him (never mind the fact that an IQ test is only a test of ones potential to learn). He is always high and can't hold down a job so only way to make a living is to sell cases of meat out of the back of vans.
TL;DR don't go into business with family. Work with VA if you have PTSD and post deployment readjustment issues. They are good people.
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cc82he1
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My older brother tried to make me kill myself about two years ago.
Context: I was trying to help my brother start his business, a door to door sales business. I took out a loan and let him trade in my truck. He got me hooked on weed and then controlled my access to it.
Maybe I should back up and clarify that I had come back from a deployment about 18 months before 'the event' happened. I was having very serious problems readjusting to normal life.
I helped him get access to funds and money all the while I created the business so all the liability was in my name. I am still paying off the loan. I give him all the money, including 10k I had saved up from my deployment. He buys his wife a new car while spending money.
I had a job but then I lost it because I couldn't function due to my PTSD and depression. This was in November. With nothing better to do I started to help out with the business and this is when I realized he was likely embezzling money from what little profits was being made. Also he spent all the money on shit vehicles that broke down constantly. Also the only workers he could find who would work in such terrible conditions were 'recovering' drug addicts.
Oh I almost forgot that during this time he was using my bank account to pay his bills.
So I was so depressed in December that I couldn't function. Getting up and out of bed was a chore. I had no money, a business that was failing, and I was behind on all my payments. He tells me to deposit money into my bank account by 3pm but I didn't do it until after 4pm. The repercussion of this is that the deposit may not have cleared before the rent check he sent out cleared. This was the game he gambled with every month.
Later this night he is out drinking with my roommate who grew marijuana in the basement. Roommate and him are old army buddies. Roommate is pissed off at me because he feels I screwed him out of some money when he and brother argued about how much roommate should get for growing the product that brother sells. So roommate tells brother I didn't deposit money until after 4 because he is mad and he knows bro will do something to me. He didnt think he would beat me and almost make me kill myself. Roommate told me this one night he was drunk and apologized for his part.
Anyway.
Brother immediately leaves the bar, drives to my place and proceeds to beat me as I lay in the fetal position on the couch. He tells me how worthless I am, how I should kill myself, how much of a failure I am, and also how much of a genius he is.
This goes on for about 30 minutes maybe longer. Afterwards I am confused and looking for a rope I had saved for if I ever wanted to off myself. I figured hanging would be the easiest to clean up.
Well instead I found my phone first and decided to call the veterans crisis line. Eventually admit myself into the local va hospital (where I live the va hospitals are pretty damn nice and helpful). Spend the whole weekend on suicide watch.
Happy Ending Time:
Due to this extreme situation I cut all ties with my brother. I closed said bank account he was using so he couldn't pay his rent. Eventually he and his family get evicted. I close business but do not pursue legal action cuz brother deftly conned me into not pursuing legal action if he would pay back loan. He never paid back loan.
Two weeks after the beating my disability back pay comes in. I get like 40k in my bank account. Had he even apologized I would have helped him out with bills and whatnot but he was a total douche. I believe he feels I owe him a thank you for the ass kicking because it compelled me to get my life together. Instead I don't give him a dime.
It took me a long time but I've realized that the business failing was my fault because I never should have involved myself. He made mistakes, sure, but I enabled his mistakes. He and I are living better lives now that we aren't a part of each others lives. He still resents me for not giving him even more money than that I already gave him. He laments all the opportunities I didn't give him. I take solace in the fact that he will forever be a stoner, living a meager yet fulfilling life but never achieving anything beyond raising a kid. I meanwhile have rebuilt my life, more or less conquered my depression and anxiety and I am on track to becoming an eye doctor.
I still often fantasize about various situations where I kill, maim, or hurt him. I don't like these but I'm hoping I can stop these eventually. I simply want to move on with my life.
A funny thing (in a dark, ironic way) is that if I had killed myself, he would have kept all the capital of the business and probably have gotten my life insurance from my deployment. He would have been paid for pushing me to kill myself to the tune of 200k.
Last thing I want to say is that my brother believes he is always a victim of his circumstances. Nothing is ever his fault. He is a genius because that is what free online IQ tests tell him (never mind the fact that an IQ test is only a test of ones potential to learn). He is always high and can't hold down a job so only way to make a living is to sell cases of meat out of the back of vans.
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don't go into business with family. Work with VA if you have PTSD and post deployment readjustment issues. They are good people.
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legayfrere
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I know the feeling man. I have UC and was diagnosed when I was 8. I was a very fit and energetic kid at the time and suddenly started having severe abdominal pains. I've always been semi short, but I began to lose a lot of weight. Even for being a smaller person, I looked nearly anarexic and was beginning to worry myself and my family. After a couple months of tests, a colonoscopy and such, I was diagnosed, put on prednizone (streroid) and went right up to normal weight.
Tl;dr - IBD's suck dick.
bbrown3979, hope everything's going well for you.
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I know the feeling man. I have UC and was diagnosed when I was 8. I was a very fit and energetic kid at the time and suddenly started having severe abdominal pains. I've always been semi short, but I began to lose a lot of weight. Even for being a smaller person, I looked nearly anarexic and was beginning to worry myself and my family. After a couple months of tests, a colonoscopy and such, I was diagnosed, put on prednizone (streroid) and went right up to normal weight.
Tl;dr - IBD's suck dick.
bbrown3979, hope everything's going well for you.
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t5_2qh1i
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cc82jqy
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I know the feeling man. I have UC and was diagnosed when I was 8. I was a very fit and energetic kid at the time and suddenly started having severe abdominal pains. I've always been semi short, but I began to lose a lot of weight. Even for being a smaller person, I looked nearly anarexic and was beginning to worry myself and my family. After a couple months of tests, a colonoscopy and such, I was diagnosed, put on prednizone (streroid) and went right up to normal weight.
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IBD's suck dick.
bbrown3979, hope everything's going well for you.
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salivaryGland
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I generally try to stay away from my abusive, borderline psychotic sister, but when my mom was taken ill, she and I both stayed in with my dad for a few days. I had my whole family with me (husband and 2 small kids).
On the last night, my nerves were shot by three days of defending myself against her lies, false accusations, manipulations, and other psychological attacks - more importantly, she'd gotten my kids in the middle (basically made a big show of giving one of them an expensive and wholly inappropriate gift). I made the mistake of pointing out to my father that she knew the gift was inappropriate and that she was doing it to create drama, make me the "bad cop" with my own kids, and drive a wedge into the family while appearing to be "nice".
He went into a screaming fit and told me to get out of the house, even though it was midnight, the kids were already asleep, and it was the middle of winter.
tl;dr dad threw me and his grandkids out into the snow
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I generally try to stay away from my abusive, borderline psychotic sister, but when my mom was taken ill, she and I both stayed in with my dad for a few days. I had my whole family with me (husband and 2 small kids).
On the last night, my nerves were shot by three days of defending myself against her lies, false accusations, manipulations, and other psychological attacks - more importantly, she'd gotten my kids in the middle (basically made a big show of giving one of them an expensive and wholly inappropriate gift). I made the mistake of pointing out to my father that she knew the gift was inappropriate and that she was doing it to create drama, make me the "bad cop" with my own kids, and drive a wedge into the family while appearing to be "nice".
He went into a screaming fit and told me to get out of the house, even though it was midnight, the kids were already asleep, and it was the middle of winter.
tl;dr dad threw me and his grandkids out into the snow
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t5_2qh1i
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cc82lmp
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I generally try to stay away from my abusive, borderline psychotic sister, but when my mom was taken ill, she and I both stayed in with my dad for a few days. I had my whole family with me (husband and 2 small kids).
On the last night, my nerves were shot by three days of defending myself against her lies, false accusations, manipulations, and other psychological attacks - more importantly, she'd gotten my kids in the middle (basically made a big show of giving one of them an expensive and wholly inappropriate gift). I made the mistake of pointing out to my father that she knew the gift was inappropriate and that she was doing it to create drama, make me the "bad cop" with my own kids, and drive a wedge into the family while appearing to be "nice".
He went into a screaming fit and told me to get out of the house, even though it was midnight, the kids were already asleep, and it was the middle of winter.
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dad threw me and his grandkids out into the snow
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JustLaxin
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Well I wanted to ask this girl Zerin whose mom was a teacher. I went to ask her at the football game after the freshman field trip, which is a really common thing, but long story short I fucked it up and it was hella awkard. Its not like I said anything weird, but... I just have bad timing with some times. So basically I spent a whole weekend kinda moping around, but then the following Monday I was talking with my friend who happens in Zerin's mother's homeroom. As it turns out, her mom went off on her (in front of her classmates, I might add) about Zerin not telling me she wasn't allowed to date or go to homecoming with a guy.
TLDR; my homecoming invitation was a big box of awkward.
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Well I wanted to ask this girl Zerin whose mom was a teacher. I went to ask her at the football game after the freshman field trip, which is a really common thing, but long story short I fucked it up and it was hella awkard. Its not like I said anything weird, but... I just have bad timing with some times. So basically I spent a whole weekend kinda moping around, but then the following Monday I was talking with my friend who happens in Zerin's mother's homeroom. As it turns out, her mom went off on her (in front of her classmates, I might add) about Zerin not telling me she wasn't allowed to date or go to homecoming with a guy.
TLDR; my homecoming invitation was a big box of awkward.
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Well I wanted to ask this girl Zerin whose mom was a teacher. I went to ask her at the football game after the freshman field trip, which is a really common thing, but long story short I fucked it up and it was hella awkard. Its not like I said anything weird, but... I just have bad timing with some times. So basically I spent a whole weekend kinda moping around, but then the following Monday I was talking with my friend who happens in Zerin's mother's homeroom. As it turns out, her mom went off on her (in front of her classmates, I might add) about Zerin not telling me she wasn't allowed to date or go to homecoming with a guy.
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my homecoming invitation was a big box of awkward.
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I hope your gpa does make it to teach the art of stalking the prey and hunting. If not hopefully someone he taught can teach future generations.
My dad grew up hunting. Ran away from home to join the navy on his 18th bday due to prior tellings of his story. The draft was in effect during vietnam and if he hadn't enlisted he would have been army and more than likely a sniper or infantry.
His captain is who got him into pistol shooting. There were a few people that didn't have a drivers license that kept getting tickets. Captain told dad that if he could come up with a 1000 rounds he could get free reloads and arranged for him to teach the guys how to shoot for exchange of a 1000k rounds. His captain would yell in his ear 8 inches away while he fired away. Dad collected the casings and turned them in to get fresh ammo. So my dad's shooting ability came from another man that paid it forward.
Dad is a really good shot. It's amazing to hear people brag about it. He had several shots at austin that split the paper. What that means is paper target turns and you have 5 seconds to shoot and then it turns back. His last shot would rip the paper on the skinney shot.
He also taught me to shoot rifles and I shoot wild hogs very regular around here. They do horrible damage and I do my duty to thin them out.
TL;DR Dad taught me how to shoot every type of gun I own.
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I hope your gpa does make it to teach the art of stalking the prey and hunting. If not hopefully someone he taught can teach future generations.
My dad grew up hunting. Ran away from home to join the navy on his 18th bday due to prior tellings of his story. The draft was in effect during vietnam and if he hadn't enlisted he would have been army and more than likely a sniper or infantry.
His captain is who got him into pistol shooting. There were a few people that didn't have a drivers license that kept getting tickets. Captain told dad that if he could come up with a 1000 rounds he could get free reloads and arranged for him to teach the guys how to shoot for exchange of a 1000k rounds. His captain would yell in his ear 8 inches away while he fired away. Dad collected the casings and turned them in to get fresh ammo. So my dad's shooting ability came from another man that paid it forward.
Dad is a really good shot. It's amazing to hear people brag about it. He had several shots at austin that split the paper. What that means is paper target turns and you have 5 seconds to shoot and then it turns back. His last shot would rip the paper on the skinney shot.
He also taught me to shoot rifles and I shoot wild hogs very regular around here. They do horrible damage and I do my duty to thin them out.
TL;DR Dad taught me how to shoot every type of gun I own.
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cc82sy3
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I hope your gpa does make it to teach the art of stalking the prey and hunting. If not hopefully someone he taught can teach future generations.
My dad grew up hunting. Ran away from home to join the navy on his 18th bday due to prior tellings of his story. The draft was in effect during vietnam and if he hadn't enlisted he would have been army and more than likely a sniper or infantry.
His captain is who got him into pistol shooting. There were a few people that didn't have a drivers license that kept getting tickets. Captain told dad that if he could come up with a 1000 rounds he could get free reloads and arranged for him to teach the guys how to shoot for exchange of a 1000k rounds. His captain would yell in his ear 8 inches away while he fired away. Dad collected the casings and turned them in to get fresh ammo. So my dad's shooting ability came from another man that paid it forward.
Dad is a really good shot. It's amazing to hear people brag about it. He had several shots at austin that split the paper. What that means is paper target turns and you have 5 seconds to shoot and then it turns back. His last shot would rip the paper on the skinney shot.
He also taught me to shoot rifles and I shoot wild hogs very regular around here. They do horrible damage and I do my duty to thin them out.
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Dad taught me how to shoot every type of gun I own.
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Just get him thrown in prison for anything(even framing him for something works) and just let word get around the prison of what he's done and I can guarantee you that he will test positive for 10 different STD's by the end of the week. The people inside those walls have nothing to lose and will gladly serve as the judge, jury, and executioners in matters like this. He will be forced to eat shit daily, being gang raped will be part of his morning, afternoon, and evening routine, he will leave the showers covered in blood and semen, other inmates will deny him the luxury of food outside of his shit diet, and he will be severely beaten on a regular basis. Molesters truly have no hope of surviving in prison(especially ones like him), they are the lowest on the hierarchy and are treated as such. **Source:** My dad worked in the state penitentiary for 30 years as a corrections officer and was sometimes the one that let the word slip to the other inmates.
**TL;DR:** Prison is the worst possible place for a molester to be and there is no reason for anyone else to get their hands dirty because the inmates will do much worse things to him than you ever could.
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Just get him thrown in prison for anything(even framing him for something works) and just let word get around the prison of what he's done and I can guarantee you that he will test positive for 10 different STD's by the end of the week. The people inside those walls have nothing to lose and will gladly serve as the judge, jury, and executioners in matters like this. He will be forced to eat shit daily, being gang raped will be part of his morning, afternoon, and evening routine, he will leave the showers covered in blood and semen, other inmates will deny him the luxury of food outside of his shit diet, and he will be severely beaten on a regular basis. Molesters truly have no hope of surviving in prison(especially ones like him), they are the lowest on the hierarchy and are treated as such. Source: My dad worked in the state penitentiary for 30 years as a corrections officer and was sometimes the one that let the word slip to the other inmates.
TL;DR: Prison is the worst possible place for a molester to be and there is no reason for anyone else to get their hands dirty because the inmates will do much worse things to him than you ever could.
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cc82uh0
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Just get him thrown in prison for anything(even framing him for something works) and just let word get around the prison of what he's done and I can guarantee you that he will test positive for 10 different STD's by the end of the week. The people inside those walls have nothing to lose and will gladly serve as the judge, jury, and executioners in matters like this. He will be forced to eat shit daily, being gang raped will be part of his morning, afternoon, and evening routine, he will leave the showers covered in blood and semen, other inmates will deny him the luxury of food outside of his shit diet, and he will be severely beaten on a regular basis. Molesters truly have no hope of surviving in prison(especially ones like him), they are the lowest on the hierarchy and are treated as such. Source: My dad worked in the state penitentiary for 30 years as a corrections officer and was sometimes the one that let the word slip to the other inmates.
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Prison is the worst possible place for a molester to be and there is no reason for anyone else to get their hands dirty because the inmates will do much worse things to him than you ever could.
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This will get burried im sure of it, here it goes...
When I was young my parents faught alot and started their process of getting divorced. times were hard seeing my dad get kicked out and not understanding what was going on but this wasnt the bad part, the bad part started after the divorce was over. the custody battles the figts when they picked us up and dropped me and my brother off at the other parents house, all of that blew over. The really scaring part follows even up to today where they constantly go on about how the other one was cheating and lieing and how its the other ones fault. This lead me to belive my dad was a terrible person for a few years now I hate my mother and that led to me not being able to trust either of them. They took the one thing a child should be able to count of from a parent, trust. I cant belive a word they say or even tell my mother I love her because I dont have any respect for them. They dont deserve it in my eyes and im not sure they can gain it back. This has changed the way I interact with people, its made me almost completely distant from people. Sure I have friends and family but I find myself thinking no one is honest with me.
Thats about it, sorry for the block of words im on moble and I also apollogize for spelling grammar and punctuation.
TL;DR- I have no trust for anyone.
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This will get burried im sure of it, here it goes...
When I was young my parents faught alot and started their process of getting divorced. times were hard seeing my dad get kicked out and not understanding what was going on but this wasnt the bad part, the bad part started after the divorce was over. the custody battles the figts when they picked us up and dropped me and my brother off at the other parents house, all of that blew over. The really scaring part follows even up to today where they constantly go on about how the other one was cheating and lieing and how its the other ones fault. This lead me to belive my dad was a terrible person for a few years now I hate my mother and that led to me not being able to trust either of them. They took the one thing a child should be able to count of from a parent, trust. I cant belive a word they say or even tell my mother I love her because I dont have any respect for them. They dont deserve it in my eyes and im not sure they can gain it back. This has changed the way I interact with people, its made me almost completely distant from people. Sure I have friends and family but I find myself thinking no one is honest with me.
Thats about it, sorry for the block of words im on moble and I also apollogize for spelling grammar and punctuation.
TL;DR- I have no trust for anyone.
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This will get burried im sure of it, here it goes...
When I was young my parents faught alot and started their process of getting divorced. times were hard seeing my dad get kicked out and not understanding what was going on but this wasnt the bad part, the bad part started after the divorce was over. the custody battles the figts when they picked us up and dropped me and my brother off at the other parents house, all of that blew over. The really scaring part follows even up to today where they constantly go on about how the other one was cheating and lieing and how its the other ones fault. This lead me to belive my dad was a terrible person for a few years now I hate my mother and that led to me not being able to trust either of them. They took the one thing a child should be able to count of from a parent, trust. I cant belive a word they say or even tell my mother I love her because I dont have any respect for them. They dont deserve it in my eyes and im not sure they can gain it back. This has changed the way I interact with people, its made me almost completely distant from people. Sure I have friends and family but I find myself thinking no one is honest with me.
Thats about it, sorry for the block of words im on moble and I also apollogize for spelling grammar and punctuation.
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I have no trust for anyone.
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Prayer does nothing *directly.* I do not believe in God or prayer. But when someone says they will pray for someone or keep them in their prayers they are basically saying "I sympathize with you, I care about you, and I believe you are just as good as any other human being." When someone tells me they will pray for me I know there is no God who will help me but I am happy that I am in their thoughts and that they took a second to think about me and that they value me.
TL;DR There's nothing wrong with spreading a little love.
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Prayer does nothing directly. I do not believe in God or prayer. But when someone says they will pray for someone or keep them in their prayers they are basically saying "I sympathize with you, I care about you, and I believe you are just as good as any other human being." When someone tells me they will pray for me I know there is no God who will help me but I am happy that I am in their thoughts and that they took a second to think about me and that they value me.
TL;DR There's nothing wrong with spreading a little love.
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t5_2qh1i
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Prayer does nothing directly. I do not believe in God or prayer. But when someone says they will pray for someone or keep them in their prayers they are basically saying "I sympathize with you, I care about you, and I believe you are just as good as any other human being." When someone tells me they will pray for me I know there is no God who will help me but I am happy that I am in their thoughts and that they took a second to think about me and that they value me.
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There's nothing wrong with spreading a little love.
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Mine too, and then she blamed me for breaking it. She also used "Thank you" for years only sarcastically, I have still problems getting compliments. One day, after I scrubed the kitchen until it shined she said "Thank you" and I was devastated and thought "What did I do wrong?" She also used to call me "Verdammter Scheißkerl" (basically "damn piece of shit") so often that my baby sister took it over for when she was angry with me. No wonder she got Borderline. Oh yeah, sometimes, for some bullshit reason, my mother would get upset with me and stop talking to me for days, or even weeks. My father never interfered with any of her shit, but at least he stopped beating me somewhere between the end of Kindergarten and the beginning of Elementary School. I think. They both also threatened to give me away quite often and convincing when I was in Kindergarten and first half of elementary, because I was a wild child. But the strange thing is, none of their behaviour continued through my whole childhood. Its like they had a book with examples of good and bad parenting and blindly chose out ouf it what to do for the next few years.
TL;DR: My parents could have been better parents.
P.S. Sorry for not making this its own commentary, but the plate thing just hit a switch in my head.
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Mine too, and then she blamed me for breaking it. She also used "Thank you" for years only sarcastically, I have still problems getting compliments. One day, after I scrubed the kitchen until it shined she said "Thank you" and I was devastated and thought "What did I do wrong?" She also used to call me "Verdammter Scheißkerl" (basically "damn piece of shit") so often that my baby sister took it over for when she was angry with me. No wonder she got Borderline. Oh yeah, sometimes, for some bullshit reason, my mother would get upset with me and stop talking to me for days, or even weeks. My father never interfered with any of her shit, but at least he stopped beating me somewhere between the end of Kindergarten and the beginning of Elementary School. I think. They both also threatened to give me away quite often and convincing when I was in Kindergarten and first half of elementary, because I was a wild child. But the strange thing is, none of their behaviour continued through my whole childhood. Its like they had a book with examples of good and bad parenting and blindly chose out ouf it what to do for the next few years.
TL;DR: My parents could have been better parents.
P.S. Sorry for not making this its own commentary, but the plate thing just hit a switch in my head.
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t5_2qh1i
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Mine too, and then she blamed me for breaking it. She also used "Thank you" for years only sarcastically, I have still problems getting compliments. One day, after I scrubed the kitchen until it shined she said "Thank you" and I was devastated and thought "What did I do wrong?" She also used to call me "Verdammter Scheißkerl" (basically "damn piece of shit") so often that my baby sister took it over for when she was angry with me. No wonder she got Borderline. Oh yeah, sometimes, for some bullshit reason, my mother would get upset with me and stop talking to me for days, or even weeks. My father never interfered with any of her shit, but at least he stopped beating me somewhere between the end of Kindergarten and the beginning of Elementary School. I think. They both also threatened to give me away quite often and convincing when I was in Kindergarten and first half of elementary, because I was a wild child. But the strange thing is, none of their behaviour continued through my whole childhood. Its like they had a book with examples of good and bad parenting and blindly chose out ouf it what to do for the next few years.
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My parents could have been better parents.
P.S. Sorry for not making this its own commentary, but the plate thing just hit a switch in my head.
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My mother used to make these little paper flowers and keep them in a jar in the kitchen. I should also mention that we had a very tense relationship and were always at each others throats. One night we're sitting by the kitchen (she was a single mom, so just the two of us) and she points to it and says "Can you pass me the flower?" Since we were just at the there was a big bag of flour on the counter, so I grabbed it and brought it to her. She looks at me and says "Why are you doing this? Why do you always play games with me?" and I have no clue what is going on. She points at the flowers and says that I knew exactly what she meant, so I try to explain myself, shrug it off, and put the flour back. As soon as I put it back she tells me to stop playing games and put it back the way it was. I have no idea what she means, so I spin it around and hope that it's 'right'. Again, she tells me to stop playing games with her, tells me that she doesn't know why I'm doing this. I turned that bag of flour every which way hoping to find the 'right way' and to get her to relax, but it doesn't work.
We end up getting into a big fight about me always trying to screw with her and play games which ends with me getting kicked out of my house at like 10 PM and having to bus to my dads to crash. The last time she kicked me out I was 17 and I didn't go back.
TL;DR heard 'flour' instead of 'flower'. Apparently put bag of flour back the wrong way. Got kicked out.
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My mother used to make these little paper flowers and keep them in a jar in the kitchen. I should also mention that we had a very tense relationship and were always at each others throats. One night we're sitting by the kitchen (she was a single mom, so just the two of us) and she points to it and says "Can you pass me the flower?" Since we were just at the there was a big bag of flour on the counter, so I grabbed it and brought it to her. She looks at me and says "Why are you doing this? Why do you always play games with me?" and I have no clue what is going on. She points at the flowers and says that I knew exactly what she meant, so I try to explain myself, shrug it off, and put the flour back. As soon as I put it back she tells me to stop playing games and put it back the way it was. I have no idea what she means, so I spin it around and hope that it's 'right'. Again, she tells me to stop playing games with her, tells me that she doesn't know why I'm doing this. I turned that bag of flour every which way hoping to find the 'right way' and to get her to relax, but it doesn't work.
We end up getting into a big fight about me always trying to screw with her and play games which ends with me getting kicked out of my house at like 10 PM and having to bus to my dads to crash. The last time she kicked me out I was 17 and I didn't go back.
TL;DR heard 'flour' instead of 'flower'. Apparently put bag of flour back the wrong way. Got kicked out.
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t5_2qh1i
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cc83kza
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My mother used to make these little paper flowers and keep them in a jar in the kitchen. I should also mention that we had a very tense relationship and were always at each others throats. One night we're sitting by the kitchen (she was a single mom, so just the two of us) and she points to it and says "Can you pass me the flower?" Since we were just at the there was a big bag of flour on the counter, so I grabbed it and brought it to her. She looks at me and says "Why are you doing this? Why do you always play games with me?" and I have no clue what is going on. She points at the flowers and says that I knew exactly what she meant, so I try to explain myself, shrug it off, and put the flour back. As soon as I put it back she tells me to stop playing games and put it back the way it was. I have no idea what she means, so I spin it around and hope that it's 'right'. Again, she tells me to stop playing games with her, tells me that she doesn't know why I'm doing this. I turned that bag of flour every which way hoping to find the 'right way' and to get her to relax, but it doesn't work.
We end up getting into a big fight about me always trying to screw with her and play games which ends with me getting kicked out of my house at like 10 PM and having to bus to my dads to crash. The last time she kicked me out I was 17 and I didn't go back.
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heard 'flour' instead of 'flower'. Apparently put bag of flour back the wrong way. Got kicked out.
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NotaGordonRamseyfan
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Posted this to the most efficient punishment thread a couple of days ago. But it fits here pretty well.
When I was a kid we had chickens. Me and my brothers had one each, named it, picked the eggs and all that...
One day when I was about 7-9 years old my class was allowed to walk home from school earlier than usual. When I got home the door was locked and I needed to shit really badly. I walked around the house and saw one of the windows was a little open. In the windowsill there was a vase my parents got when they married. While I climbed in the window I broke it and immediately knew I was in deep shit.
When my mum got home I showed her the broken vase and explained what had happened. She said she was ok with the vase, but not with the breaking in part. She dragged me out in the garden. Got her axe and my hen and decapitated it and let it loose. You probably know how chickens keep moving after they lose their heads. She made me watch until it stopped moving and then pick it up and put it in a bucket.
I cried a lot that day.
tl;dr: mum decapitated my chicken in front of me and made me pick it up.
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Posted this to the most efficient punishment thread a couple of days ago. But it fits here pretty well.
When I was a kid we had chickens. Me and my brothers had one each, named it, picked the eggs and all that...
One day when I was about 7-9 years old my class was allowed to walk home from school earlier than usual. When I got home the door was locked and I needed to shit really badly. I walked around the house and saw one of the windows was a little open. In the windowsill there was a vase my parents got when they married. While I climbed in the window I broke it and immediately knew I was in deep shit.
When my mum got home I showed her the broken vase and explained what had happened. She said she was ok with the vase, but not with the breaking in part. She dragged me out in the garden. Got her axe and my hen and decapitated it and let it loose. You probably know how chickens keep moving after they lose their heads. She made me watch until it stopped moving and then pick it up and put it in a bucket.
I cried a lot that day.
tl;dr: mum decapitated my chicken in front of me and made me pick it up.
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t5_2qh1i
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Posted this to the most efficient punishment thread a couple of days ago. But it fits here pretty well.
When I was a kid we had chickens. Me and my brothers had one each, named it, picked the eggs and all that...
One day when I was about 7-9 years old my class was allowed to walk home from school earlier than usual. When I got home the door was locked and I needed to shit really badly. I walked around the house and saw one of the windows was a little open. In the windowsill there was a vase my parents got when they married. While I climbed in the window I broke it and immediately knew I was in deep shit.
When my mum got home I showed her the broken vase and explained what had happened. She said she was ok with the vase, but not with the breaking in part. She dragged me out in the garden. Got her axe and my hen and decapitated it and let it loose. You probably know how chickens keep moving after they lose their heads. She made me watch until it stopped moving and then pick it up and put it in a bucket.
I cried a lot that day.
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mum decapitated my chicken in front of me and made me pick it up.
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A little background:
When I was a child I was really curious about sex, but grew up in a very sheltered Christian family. No one would talk about it, and being the stubborn soul I am I decided that if no one was going to tell me what it was, then I would snoop around until someone had answers for me.
I was 9 when my best friend told me she knew what sex was and that she could show me, if I really wanted to know. I readily agreed, and because all I knew about it was that you needed two people, I had no idea what was gonna happen when we planned our sleep over at her mom's house. I think we did just about everything two girls can do with their bodies, and I didn't enjoy any of it since A) I was way too young and B) I found out first hand I don't like pussy.
When I woke up the next morning, I felt a cloud of shame hanging over me, and my friend said something about how the devil was smiling at us for what we did (religion is fucked up and scary for kids). She told her mom everything because she felt so guilty about it, and so my mom was called to come pick me up.
Here comes the cruel and fucked up part of the story regarding my parents.
My mom sat me down and handed me a bible that she had marked a bunch of scriptures in. Instead of talking about sex and how I was way too young and should wait for someone I care about, or some resemblance of a well informed and loving talk about the birds and the bees, I was shown every verse in the bible about how sex before marriage is a sin, and homosexuality is a sin that results in a one way ticket to Hell.
Not only did she make me terrified to have sex ever again, she convinced me that I was going to hell because of what I had done and we've never spoken of it since that day.
As a result, I'm a 23 year old virgin (if you don't count 9 year old lesbian sex) who's never been on a date because, up until a couple of years ago, I was still convinced that I was meant to be punished and repressed the rest of my life, and that I was going to Hell as a result of something a 9 year old child didn't have a clue about.
On top of that, when I started masturbating a few year later, I would beg God for forgiveness until I fell asleep. Otherwise I thought I'd be punished even more in the afterlife.
TL;DR? Talk to your kids about sex when they start asking questions, even if you think they're too young, and don't be a religious asshole if your kid does something you don't know how to deal with.
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A little background:
When I was a child I was really curious about sex, but grew up in a very sheltered Christian family. No one would talk about it, and being the stubborn soul I am I decided that if no one was going to tell me what it was, then I would snoop around until someone had answers for me.
I was 9 when my best friend told me she knew what sex was and that she could show me, if I really wanted to know. I readily agreed, and because all I knew about it was that you needed two people, I had no idea what was gonna happen when we planned our sleep over at her mom's house. I think we did just about everything two girls can do with their bodies, and I didn't enjoy any of it since A) I was way too young and B) I found out first hand I don't like pussy.
When I woke up the next morning, I felt a cloud of shame hanging over me, and my friend said something about how the devil was smiling at us for what we did (religion is fucked up and scary for kids). She told her mom everything because she felt so guilty about it, and so my mom was called to come pick me up.
Here comes the cruel and fucked up part of the story regarding my parents.
My mom sat me down and handed me a bible that she had marked a bunch of scriptures in. Instead of talking about sex and how I was way too young and should wait for someone I care about, or some resemblance of a well informed and loving talk about the birds and the bees, I was shown every verse in the bible about how sex before marriage is a sin, and homosexuality is a sin that results in a one way ticket to Hell.
Not only did she make me terrified to have sex ever again, she convinced me that I was going to hell because of what I had done and we've never spoken of it since that day.
As a result, I'm a 23 year old virgin (if you don't count 9 year old lesbian sex) who's never been on a date because, up until a couple of years ago, I was still convinced that I was meant to be punished and repressed the rest of my life, and that I was going to Hell as a result of something a 9 year old child didn't have a clue about.
On top of that, when I started masturbating a few year later, I would beg God for forgiveness until I fell asleep. Otherwise I thought I'd be punished even more in the afterlife.
TL;DR? Talk to your kids about sex when they start asking questions, even if you think they're too young, and don't be a religious asshole if your kid does something you don't know how to deal with.
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t5_2qh1i
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cc83swn
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A little background:
When I was a child I was really curious about sex, but grew up in a very sheltered Christian family. No one would talk about it, and being the stubborn soul I am I decided that if no one was going to tell me what it was, then I would snoop around until someone had answers for me.
I was 9 when my best friend told me she knew what sex was and that she could show me, if I really wanted to know. I readily agreed, and because all I knew about it was that you needed two people, I had no idea what was gonna happen when we planned our sleep over at her mom's house. I think we did just about everything two girls can do with their bodies, and I didn't enjoy any of it since A) I was way too young and B) I found out first hand I don't like pussy.
When I woke up the next morning, I felt a cloud of shame hanging over me, and my friend said something about how the devil was smiling at us for what we did (religion is fucked up and scary for kids). She told her mom everything because she felt so guilty about it, and so my mom was called to come pick me up.
Here comes the cruel and fucked up part of the story regarding my parents.
My mom sat me down and handed me a bible that she had marked a bunch of scriptures in. Instead of talking about sex and how I was way too young and should wait for someone I care about, or some resemblance of a well informed and loving talk about the birds and the bees, I was shown every verse in the bible about how sex before marriage is a sin, and homosexuality is a sin that results in a one way ticket to Hell.
Not only did she make me terrified to have sex ever again, she convinced me that I was going to hell because of what I had done and we've never spoken of it since that day.
As a result, I'm a 23 year old virgin (if you don't count 9 year old lesbian sex) who's never been on a date because, up until a couple of years ago, I was still convinced that I was meant to be punished and repressed the rest of my life, and that I was going to Hell as a result of something a 9 year old child didn't have a clue about.
On top of that, when I started masturbating a few year later, I would beg God for forgiveness until I fell asleep. Otherwise I thought I'd be punished even more in the afterlife.
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Talk to your kids about sex when they start asking questions, even if you think they're too young, and don't be a religious asshole if your kid does something you don't know how to deal with.
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When I was 8, me, my mum and my brother were on holiday in Spain in a buffet restaurant. My brother started having an asthma attack and paramedics were called and we ended up in a random Spanish hospital. My mum tried to discharge my brother early, against the Doctor's advise and sneak him out of the hospital (this was about 4am at this point and we had no idea where we were) I asked her not to, and she started screaming at me to 'fuck off and never come back' she tried to get into a stranger's car that she had flagged down (holding my brother) and drive off without me, which would have left me stranded in Spain at age 8, but i physically fought to get in the car and fortunately the driver was a reasonable man who took us to the hotel where my Aunt was.
TLDR: My mum tried to leave me stranded in a foreign country when I was 8 years old.
EDIT: I accidentally a word.
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When I was 8, me, my mum and my brother were on holiday in Spain in a buffet restaurant. My brother started having an asthma attack and paramedics were called and we ended up in a random Spanish hospital. My mum tried to discharge my brother early, against the Doctor's advise and sneak him out of the hospital (this was about 4am at this point and we had no idea where we were) I asked her not to, and she started screaming at me to 'fuck off and never come back' she tried to get into a stranger's car that she had flagged down (holding my brother) and drive off without me, which would have left me stranded in Spain at age 8, but i physically fought to get in the car and fortunately the driver was a reasonable man who took us to the hotel where my Aunt was.
TLDR: My mum tried to leave me stranded in a foreign country when I was 8 years old.
EDIT: I accidentally a word.
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When I was 8, me, my mum and my brother were on holiday in Spain in a buffet restaurant. My brother started having an asthma attack and paramedics were called and we ended up in a random Spanish hospital. My mum tried to discharge my brother early, against the Doctor's advise and sneak him out of the hospital (this was about 4am at this point and we had no idea where we were) I asked her not to, and she started screaming at me to 'fuck off and never come back' she tried to get into a stranger's car that she had flagged down (holding my brother) and drive off without me, which would have left me stranded in Spain at age 8, but i physically fought to get in the car and fortunately the driver was a reasonable man who took us to the hotel where my Aunt was.
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My mum tried to leave me stranded in a foreign country when I was 8 years old.
EDIT: I accidentally a word.
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Unfortunately this is something I did to my brother (and I feel horrible about it to this day). It probably doesn't sound too bad - however it is much worse once you consider it on a deeper level.
First of all, this took place when I was about 6 and my brother was 11. Second, my brother has muscular dystrophy and has been in a scooter/wheelchair since the age of 9. (MD essentially just means his muscles are incapable of developing new muscle so his muscles deteriorate over time becoming weaker and weaker. This wouldn't be so bad if the lungs and heart weren't also muscles, which unfortunately they are. Also, at this point in time the doctors had diagnosed my brother with a life span only leading up to 16 years or so.)
Ok now to the deed. So one day my brother and I were home alone in the evening - my parents off to some event. I noticed a stack of mail and my brother asked me if there was anything in there for him. (As kids getting mail is one if the coolest things) turns out on this particular lucky day there was indeed something for him. I was so excited to see what it was (again a rare occurrence in our household for one of us to get mail). I asked him if I could open it and he said he wanted to since it was his mail. I couldn't understand at that age why he wouldn't just let me open it. I refused to give it to him and kept asking for him to let me open it and he was getting angry, at a loss for power, at his inability to get a hold of his mail. Eventually things got so heated and I could tell he wasn't going to let me open it so I set it on the second step of the stairs - just barely outside his reach - and stormed off upstairs. The last thing I remember is his sobbing voice masking his tears as he called me a jerk.
I'm tearing up as I write this because of how fucked up what I did was. I used the unnatural power balance of a 6 vs 11 year old, due to his disability, against him in the worst possible way. This has scarred me for life and I have vowed since to never let myself overpower someone simply because I can.
TL;DR: I abused my ability to move normally in the face of my 11 year old brothers inability to function normally just to show him that I was more powerful.
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Unfortunately this is something I did to my brother (and I feel horrible about it to this day). It probably doesn't sound too bad - however it is much worse once you consider it on a deeper level.
First of all, this took place when I was about 6 and my brother was 11. Second, my brother has muscular dystrophy and has been in a scooter/wheelchair since the age of 9. (MD essentially just means his muscles are incapable of developing new muscle so his muscles deteriorate over time becoming weaker and weaker. This wouldn't be so bad if the lungs and heart weren't also muscles, which unfortunately they are. Also, at this point in time the doctors had diagnosed my brother with a life span only leading up to 16 years or so.)
Ok now to the deed. So one day my brother and I were home alone in the evening - my parents off to some event. I noticed a stack of mail and my brother asked me if there was anything in there for him. (As kids getting mail is one if the coolest things) turns out on this particular lucky day there was indeed something for him. I was so excited to see what it was (again a rare occurrence in our household for one of us to get mail). I asked him if I could open it and he said he wanted to since it was his mail. I couldn't understand at that age why he wouldn't just let me open it. I refused to give it to him and kept asking for him to let me open it and he was getting angry, at a loss for power, at his inability to get a hold of his mail. Eventually things got so heated and I could tell he wasn't going to let me open it so I set it on the second step of the stairs - just barely outside his reach - and stormed off upstairs. The last thing I remember is his sobbing voice masking his tears as he called me a jerk.
I'm tearing up as I write this because of how fucked up what I did was. I used the unnatural power balance of a 6 vs 11 year old, due to his disability, against him in the worst possible way. This has scarred me for life and I have vowed since to never let myself overpower someone simply because I can.
TL;DR: I abused my ability to move normally in the face of my 11 year old brothers inability to function normally just to show him that I was more powerful.
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cc84wyd
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Unfortunately this is something I did to my brother (and I feel horrible about it to this day). It probably doesn't sound too bad - however it is much worse once you consider it on a deeper level.
First of all, this took place when I was about 6 and my brother was 11. Second, my brother has muscular dystrophy and has been in a scooter/wheelchair since the age of 9. (MD essentially just means his muscles are incapable of developing new muscle so his muscles deteriorate over time becoming weaker and weaker. This wouldn't be so bad if the lungs and heart weren't also muscles, which unfortunately they are. Also, at this point in time the doctors had diagnosed my brother with a life span only leading up to 16 years or so.)
Ok now to the deed. So one day my brother and I were home alone in the evening - my parents off to some event. I noticed a stack of mail and my brother asked me if there was anything in there for him. (As kids getting mail is one if the coolest things) turns out on this particular lucky day there was indeed something for him. I was so excited to see what it was (again a rare occurrence in our household for one of us to get mail). I asked him if I could open it and he said he wanted to since it was his mail. I couldn't understand at that age why he wouldn't just let me open it. I refused to give it to him and kept asking for him to let me open it and he was getting angry, at a loss for power, at his inability to get a hold of his mail. Eventually things got so heated and I could tell he wasn't going to let me open it so I set it on the second step of the stairs - just barely outside his reach - and stormed off upstairs. The last thing I remember is his sobbing voice masking his tears as he called me a jerk.
I'm tearing up as I write this because of how fucked up what I did was. I used the unnatural power balance of a 6 vs 11 year old, due to his disability, against him in the worst possible way. This has scarred me for life and I have vowed since to never let myself overpower someone simply because I can.
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I abused my ability to move normally in the face of my 11 year old brothers inability to function normally just to show him that I was more powerful.
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Throughout the ages of 14-18 I was repeated smothered in my sleep by my brother. It got so bad that I had to essentially make a protective wall around my bed to sleep in. After this protection was established, he stabbed me with a knife twice on different occasions apropos of his mental illness. Finally, I decided to stop being the better person and beat him to within an inch of his life the next time he tried it. He stopped but took to stealing my cars and crashing them which I was much happier with. Again this happened twice, then I moved out.
tldr; my brother was a fratricidal, manic-depressive idiot.
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Throughout the ages of 14-18 I was repeated smothered in my sleep by my brother. It got so bad that I had to essentially make a protective wall around my bed to sleep in. After this protection was established, he stabbed me with a knife twice on different occasions apropos of his mental illness. Finally, I decided to stop being the better person and beat him to within an inch of his life the next time he tried it. He stopped but took to stealing my cars and crashing them which I was much happier with. Again this happened twice, then I moved out.
tldr; my brother was a fratricidal, manic-depressive idiot.
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Throughout the ages of 14-18 I was repeated smothered in my sleep by my brother. It got so bad that I had to essentially make a protective wall around my bed to sleep in. After this protection was established, he stabbed me with a knife twice on different occasions apropos of his mental illness. Finally, I decided to stop being the better person and beat him to within an inch of his life the next time he tried it. He stopped but took to stealing my cars and crashing them which I was much happier with. Again this happened twice, then I moved out.
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my brother was a fratricidal, manic-depressive idiot.
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My mother has always been obsessed with her appearance. She's canceled birthdays and holidays because she "can't afford them" but then comes home with bags of new clothing items bought with credit cards.
To this day, I've always been a little heavy. My mother always takes cheap shots at me when she gets irritated. Calls me fat, asks if I don't care what people think when they see me. I'm not large to the extreme, by any means, keep in mind. I've been in a loving relationship for almost six years with someone in good physical shape. While clothes shopping, my mother told me that I was lucky to have someone like that love me.
All of that aside, the one instance I'll never forget is from my childhood. Everyone was joining the cheerleading squad. All the girls in my class had signed up. This was about fourth or fifth grade. I brought the registration sheet home super excited to be able to do something with my friends. My mother looked at it, threw it in the garbage and said "They don't let fat little girls be cheerleaders. They wouldn't have a uniform in your size, anyhow"
Every year, when cheerleading season came I was reminded that I was too fat to be a cheerleader (which I now know wasn't true).
I know this pales in comparison to some of the heartbreaking stories I've read here, but I wanted to share.
TL;DR: I was told I can't be the "fat" cheerleader.
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My mother has always been obsessed with her appearance. She's canceled birthdays and holidays because she "can't afford them" but then comes home with bags of new clothing items bought with credit cards.
To this day, I've always been a little heavy. My mother always takes cheap shots at me when she gets irritated. Calls me fat, asks if I don't care what people think when they see me. I'm not large to the extreme, by any means, keep in mind. I've been in a loving relationship for almost six years with someone in good physical shape. While clothes shopping, my mother told me that I was lucky to have someone like that love me.
All of that aside, the one instance I'll never forget is from my childhood. Everyone was joining the cheerleading squad. All the girls in my class had signed up. This was about fourth or fifth grade. I brought the registration sheet home super excited to be able to do something with my friends. My mother looked at it, threw it in the garbage and said "They don't let fat little girls be cheerleaders. They wouldn't have a uniform in your size, anyhow"
Every year, when cheerleading season came I was reminded that I was too fat to be a cheerleader (which I now know wasn't true).
I know this pales in comparison to some of the heartbreaking stories I've read here, but I wanted to share.
TL;DR: I was told I can't be the "fat" cheerleader.
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My mother has always been obsessed with her appearance. She's canceled birthdays and holidays because she "can't afford them" but then comes home with bags of new clothing items bought with credit cards.
To this day, I've always been a little heavy. My mother always takes cheap shots at me when she gets irritated. Calls me fat, asks if I don't care what people think when they see me. I'm not large to the extreme, by any means, keep in mind. I've been in a loving relationship for almost six years with someone in good physical shape. While clothes shopping, my mother told me that I was lucky to have someone like that love me.
All of that aside, the one instance I'll never forget is from my childhood. Everyone was joining the cheerleading squad. All the girls in my class had signed up. This was about fourth or fifth grade. I brought the registration sheet home super excited to be able to do something with my friends. My mother looked at it, threw it in the garbage and said "They don't let fat little girls be cheerleaders. They wouldn't have a uniform in your size, anyhow"
Every year, when cheerleading season came I was reminded that I was too fat to be a cheerleader (which I now know wasn't true).
I know this pales in comparison to some of the heartbreaking stories I've read here, but I wanted to share.
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I was told I can't be the "fat" cheerleader.
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