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2020.09.19 10:39 Busy_Resource Can people please say if this is abuse

Basically this is a list i compiled over about a month about things my Nparents did. i’ve showed it to my therapist and they did nothing. I’m starting to think i’m crazy. could people please outline what is abuse, and what type of you could. i will be eternally grateful. thanks in advance
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1 - came in yelling at me to get up after i had just finished school, caused me to have an anxiety attack, followed me, cornered me, started yelling, recorded me, randall then came and started aswell, got a lecture and rubbed our “agreement” in my face whilst me still hyperventilating, also mocked me for taking my valium for which i am prescribed for this exact reason
2- placing blame on me for everything
3- said she basically had depression because she had a migraine condition
4- you refuse to go on any medication, i’m legit on 3
5- you refuse to see anyone - seen that many people
6- you always yell at me i never yell at you- first of all only do that when you come at me hard or are following me cornering me whilst i’m having an anxiety attack - 2 you’re yelling right now, and you yell all the time
7- i’m allowed to touch you whenever i want
8- trying to guilt trip me - i never sleep anymore because of you
9- after 30 minutes of shaming me for my cuts and me telling them to stop body shaming me - don’t you ever use that bullshit ever again
10- people who cut are piss weak
11- if you don’t cut your hair you’re getting kicked out
12 don’t turn this on us - the body shaming
13 after both coming at me - your brother and sister don’t need this
14 you’re just paranoid
15 you’re making me spend all this money on you for these psychologists and you never accept the treatment - literally done nothing but that
16 - planting seeds of doubt about my aunty being there for me; telling me that she won’t be there when i need her
17 - telling me no one cares about me only my parents; i don’t believe that
18 - bragging about being the best person ever
19 - accusing me of not being honest constantly
20- telling me i don’t know everything because i said i know what valium is
21- not leaving me alone when request multiple times
22 - threatening to go into my phone records
23- telling me to go and live somewhere else (knowing that i don’t have anywhere)
24 - telling me that i’m crazy
25 - invalidating my trauma
26 - threatening to move my schools
27- yelling at me
28 - lecturing me and planting doubt in my mind about how “2 girls” at my mums old school spoke up about sexual abuse and the police investigated “and found nothing”
29 - “miserable piece of shit” - father - prior date
30- constantly calling me disrespectful for “talking over them” despite me being the one speaking first and then taking over me
31 - constantly being told “your not the boss of the house I am” by both parents, despite me not mentioning it once
32 - “your life isn’t that hard”
33- “you’re so ungrateful” constantly reminded even though i never do anything to show this
34- my mum exposing to her friends my deepest secret - my mental illness
35 - constantly calling me “mate” despite me clearly stating that it infuriates me
36 - constant lecturing over trivial matters
37 - kicked me out for a night
38 - constant threats to kick me out, send me to a public school away from all of my friends
39 - “if you don’t get out of this bed right now i’m picking you up and throwing you out the door” - father
40- shaming me about my self harm scars
41 - holding tightly against my will whilst having a severe anxiety attack despite me yelling at her to let go
42 -telling me i’m the problem not them
43- nothing is ever their fault
44- telling me that i’m the abuser
45 - telling me that i’m not even trying to fight depression
46- respect is demanded despite none being returned
47- threatening to take phone and laptop
48- those doctors don’t know what they’re talking about... i was a nurse for 20 years despite having a significantly lower education than them
49- speaking over the top of me
50- “do you think you’re smarter than me? i have a masters degree” despite me never bringing up intelligence
51- you’re a disgrace
52- invading personal space
53- coming extremely close to me, pointing fingers in face
54- yelling
55- anything said that doesn’t agree with them i am automatically being disrespectful
56- calling me a sook
57- constant criticism
58- considered demanding and entitled as I “only” thank them for doing what they are legally obliged to do
59- questioning me intensely for information so that they can use it to manipulate me
60- calling me selfish
61- telling me i’m not the only person in the family even though i tell them to leave me alone
62- manipulated by instilling fear into me such as threat of being kicked out or moved schools, to get what they want
63- also manipulated by coming into my personal space, making me extremely anxious and agitated and not leaving until their demands are met
64- responding to a threat by telling them that they can’t legally do that brings on being called disrespectful, ungrateful, entitled and the intelligence suggestions
65- their opinions and feelings trump anyone else’s in their opinion
66- accusations of me being a psychopath due to lack of empathy towards them - quite ironic
67- got told that i’m ruining everyone’s lives with my “shit” and that they have better things to do
68- my complete loss of appetite which they are fully aware of is considered as me being ungrateful and selfish
69- it’s the end of the world whenever randall or mandy have a physical ailment, yet my severe depression is just me being moody and something that i can snap out of and something that i choose to be like
70- parents, despite having no university training in the field of medicine know better than experienced doctors, psychologists and psychiatrists
71- their 0 years in the field of medicine and psychiatry is somehow greater than the many years which all my doctors have
72- “i’m raising you so that you can function in society and that you can live in a family”
73- constant rule making and changing to gain a sense of control
74- deep offence is taken to any truth that is told, followed by rage
75- saying i’m making them feel like a stranger in their own home, seeking sympathy, playing the victim card
76- made me feel even guilty and shameful about my cuts
77-
recording me (whilst trying to hide it( on multiple occasions
78- took school laptop “to test internet speed” definitely tampered or searched lap top as the speed could’ve been tested on any device
79- threatening to take bedroom door off
80- “if you don’t like it here u can go and jump in front of a train”
81- manipulating me to force me into unfair “agreements” through playing with my emotions
82- you better go and tell the truth or you better watch out - what do you think i’ve done this entire tome
83- pushing down my door, tackling me to the ground, physically restraining me against my will, cutting up my favourite jumper, forcing me to go to the ED for “my sake” more like to soothe their issues also can’t see what’s wrong with that
84- you better tell the truth or i’ll know
85- making appointments without my knowledge and then bringing them up on me without any notice
86- calling doctors behind my back to make up and cast accusations
87- “you have no reason to be angry”
88- “i’ve had anxiety myself so i know what you’re going through” - complete lie, anyone who actually had anxiety would clearly be able to see what wrong with physically restraining someone whilst they are having an anxiety attack, they also wouldn’t keep on attacking the person having an anxiety attack despite pleading for them to leave the person alone
89- “you don’t even try to fight it” - symptoms
90- lying about telling everyone about my depression
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constantly being told i’m being selfish despite wanting to be left alone
92- cornering me in my room and other rooms so that they can manipulate me into getting what they want
93- telling me that i’m “fucking my whole life up” by self harming and that it’s what crazy people do
94- not allowing me to go to my auntys despite me trying to make the bigger person move and then being called selfish
95- telling me that i have no friends and that no one really likes me
96- not picking up my prescription of valium for a week but giving me her person supply daily - i suspect to maintain control, to use it over me or to be able to withhold the medication
97- “i thought you were smart” said whenever i oppose a view of theirs
98- grabbed me by my jumper and pulled me out of bed- ripping the jumper up at the seams, which was brand new
99- blatant lying - said she didn’t tell anyone about me seeing a psychologist/psychiatrist as well as my anxiety and depression when i literally saw a message asking if Ann knew any for my depression. many other instances
100- you blame everything on everyone else - first of all never said i didn’t and i don’t
101- you can leave now but you won’t get anywhere in life
102- so are you proud of those cuts or something
103- are you going to be wearing them with pride
104- stop trying to be an emo
105- if you don’t stop that cutting you’re getting sent to lowanna
106- i’m the voice and reason and calm - whilst yelling at me and telling me that i’m getting kicked out if i don’t fix what’s wrong
107- go and try make it on your own if your so smart you won’t be able to - literally said nothing
108- “we have never done anything”
109- “you can go and live on youth allowance and see how you like that”
110- cornering me on multiple occasions
111- telling me i don’t think properly
112- telling me my mind is telling me things
113- essentially calling me crazy causing me to question my sanity multiple times a day
114- forcing me to relive the traumatic nights on multiple occasions
115- basically daring me to go to the police with everything
Edit- i added numbers
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2020.09.19 10:34 Busy_Resource (TW: Abuse) can people please tell me if this is abuse

I showed all this to my therapist and they legit said nothing. i’m starting to think i’m crazy. both my parents are narcissistic. thanks in advance
came in yelling at me to get up after i had just finished school, caused me to have an anxiety attack, followed me, cornered me, started yelling, recorded me, my father then came and started aswell, got a lecture and rubbed our “agreement” in my face whilst me still hyperventilating, also mocked me for taking my valium for which i am prescribed for this exact reason
placing blame on me for everything
said she basically had depression because she had a migraine condition
you refuse to go on any medication, i’m legit on 3
you refuse to see anyone - seen that many people
you always yell at me i never yell at you- first of all only do that when you come at me hard or are following me cornering me whilst i’m having an anxiety attack - 2 you’re yelling right now, and you yell all the time
i’m allowed to touch you whenever i want
trying to guilt trip me - i never sleep anymore because of you
after 30 minutes of shaming me for my cuts and me telling them to stop body shaming me - don’t you ever use that bullshit ever again
people who cut are piss weak
if you don’t cut your hair you’re getting kicked out
don’t turn this on us - the body shaming
after both coming at me - your brother and sister don’t need this
you’re just paranoid
you’re making me spend all this money on you for these psychologists and you never accept the treatment - literally done nothing but that
“miserable piece of shit” - father - prior date
constantly calling me disrespectful for “talking over them” despite me being the one speaking first and then taking over me
constantly being told “your not the boss of the house I am” by both parents, despite me not mentioning it once
“your life isn’t that hard”
“you’re so ungrateful” constantly reminded even though i never do anything to show this
my mum exposing to her friends my deepest secret - my mental illness
constantly calling me “mate” despite me clearly stating that it infuriates me
constant lecturing over trivial matters
kicked me out for a night
constant threats to kick me out, send me to a public school away from all of my friends
“if you don’t get out of this bed right now i’m picking you up and throwing you out the door” - father
shaming me about my self harm scars
holding tightly whilst having a severe anxiety attack despite me yelling at her to let go
telling me i’m the problem not them
nothing is ever their fault
never apologising
telling me that i’m the abuser
telling me that i’m not even trying to fight depression
respect is demanded despite none being returned
threatening to take phone and laptop
those doctors don’t know what they’re talking about... i was a nurse for 20 years despite having a significantly lower education than them
speaking over the top of me
“do you think you’re smarter than me? i have a masters degree” despite me never bringing up intelligence
you’re a disgrace
invading personal space
coming extremely close to me, pointing fingers in face
yelling
anything said that doesn’t agree with them i am automatically being disrespectful
calling me a sook
constant criticism
considered demanding and entitled as I “only” thank them for doing what they are legally obliged to do
questioning me intensely for information so that they can use it to manipulate me
calling me selfish
telling me i’m not the only person in the family even though i tell them to leave me alone
manipulated by instilling fear into me such as threat of being kicked out or moved schools, to get what they want
also manipulated by coming into my personal space, making me extremely anxious and agitated and not leaving until their demands are met
responding to a threat by telling them that they can’t legally do that brings on being called disrespectful, ungrateful, entitled and the intelligence suggestions
their opinions and feelings trump anyone else’s in their opinion
accusations of me being a psychopath due to lack of empathy towards them - quite ironic
got told that i’m ruining everyone’s lives with my “shit” and that they have better things to do
my complete loss of appetite which they are fully aware of is considered as me being ungrateful and selfish
it’s the end of the world whenever randall or mandy have a physical ailment, yet my severe depression is just me being moody and something that i can snap out of and something that i choose to be like
parents, despite having no university training in the field of medicine know better than experienced doctors, psychologists and psychiatrists
their 0 years in the field of medicine and psychiatry is somehow greater than the many years which all my doctors have
“i’m raising you so that you can function in society and that you can live in a family”
constant rule making and changing to gain a sense of control
deep offence is taken to any truth that is told, followed by rage
saying i’m making them feel like a stranger in their own home, seeking sympathy, playing the victim card
made me feel even guilty and shameful about my cuts
lying
recording me (whilst trying to hide it( on multiple occasions
took school laptop “to test internet speed” definitely tampered or searched lap top as the speed could’ve been tested on any device
threatening to take bedroom door off
“if you don’t like it here u can go and jump in front of a train”
manipulating me to force me into unfair “agreements” through playing with my emotions
you better go and tell the truth or you better watch out - what do you think i’ve done this entire tome
pushing down my door, tackling me to the ground, physically restraining me against my will, cutting up my favourite jumper, forcing me to go to the ED for “my sake” more like to soothe their issues also can’t see what’s wrong with that
you better tell the truth or i’ll know
making appointments without my knowledge and then bringing them up on me without any notice
calling doctors behind my back to make up and cast accusations
“you have no reason to be angry”
“i’ve had anxiety myself so i know what you’re going through” - complete lie, anyone who actually had anxiety would clearly be able to see what wrong with physically restraining someone whilst they are having an anxiety attack, they also wouldn’t keep on attacking the person having an anxiety attack despite pleading for them to leave the person alone
“you don’t even try to fight it” - symptoms
lying about telling everyone about my depression
constantly being told i’m being selfish despite wanting to be left alone
cornering me in my room and other rooms so that they can manipulate me into getting what they want
telling me that i’m “fucking my whole life up” by self harming and that it’s what crazy people do
not allowing me to go to my auntys despite me trying to make the bigger person move and then being called selfish
telling me that i have no friends and that no one really likes me
not picking up my prescription of valium for a week but giving me her person supply daily - i suspect to maintain control, to use it over me or to be able to withhold the medication
“i thought you were smart” said whenever i oppose a view of theirs
grabbed me by my jumper and pulled me out of bed- ripping the jumper up at the seams, which was brand new
blatant lying - said she didn’t tell anyone about me seeing a psychologist/psychiatrist as well as my anxiety and depression when i literally saw a message asking if Ann knew any for my depression. many other instances
you blame everything on everyone else - first of all never said i didn’t and i don’t
you can leave now but you won’t get anywhere in life
so are you proud of those cuts or something
are you going to be wearing them with pride
stop trying to be an emo
if you don’t stop that cutting you’re getting sent to lowanna
i’m the voice and reason and calm - whilst yelling at me and telling me that i’m getting kicked out if i don’t fix what’s wrong
go and try make it on your own if your so smart you won’t be able to - literally said nothing
“we have never done anything”
“you can go and live on youth allowance and see how you like that”
cornering me on multiple occasions
telling me i don’t think properly
telling me my mind is telling me things
essentially calling me crazy causing me to question my sanity multiple times a day
forcing me to relive the traumatic nights on multiple occasions
basically daring me to go to the police with everything
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2020.09.19 02:14 autumnr28 I (23GQ) think I ruined everything with him (23M)

Yeah I’m using my normal reddit account. Oh well. I don’t think he uses reddit, and it’s not like he follows me or the same threads. We live in the USA.
So my ex boyfriend (28M) M, and I broke up about a month ago, but our relationship had been over since January, we are still friends. But I’ve been trying to get back into dating. An old fling of mine (the one from the caption) who we will call T (23M), and I have been talking off an on romantically for the last 8 years (since high school). We have known each other since childhood when we went to the same Elementary school and we grew up in the same area. We never had a serious in-person relationship everything was only ever over text and phone (partly due to not having cars and not running in the same circles friend wise) and since going to college I think we have met up less than 5 times in 5 years, but before that it was a bit more regular visitations. Things were always sexual in text, and there was always innuendo about things progressing to a real relationship but LDR wasn’t our thing and things never worked out with our schedules. Things took a serious hit when we finally hooked up, and then like a day later my grandpa died. I shut off all my emotions until after we spread my grandpa’s ashes a year later, and I shunned him. He has tried really hard for things to work out, and I didn’t put too much effort.
(I want to mention here that our talks got very serious, like we have talked about marriage, we have talked about kids, and rings and what not, but also we talked about how important sharing personal time was to us. We also talked about how we would buy a house and be business owners, thing wouldn’t work out because they fizzled over time, or due to being LDR (texting only) and conflicting schedules when close in proximity)
Since my breakup with M, T and I talked for a bit, but we were trying to date others too, and he sort of started talking with someone, and I was actively seeing a girl, and then both those people didn’t work out for us. So T and I started talking again and we met up, and we still had loads of chemistry, he made me feel safe, secure, and validated. He’s been good about using my correct pronouns, and what not, and we made out, but nothing happened just cuddles. We talked a little and joked about relationship stuff, and I felt a really good connection with him again. I was hopeful again about a relationship. We apologized to each other about some stuff in the past, we agreed to be better about communications, and he said that he was going to be around more (now that we live in the same town) and I felt pretty happy and comfortable about all of that, and i was hopeful.
He sort of pulled away though romantically and shifted our conversations to more sexting than usual, and he randomly would ask me why I liked him, and what not, which was not a strange question which I’ve answered in the past, but then suddenly out of nowhere he took the conversation down the road of how he was broken, and he couldn’t love me the way I needed because he didn’t even love himself and how he can’t give anything to me (I never asked for any of that, I didn’t even tell him I loved him or mentioned a Relationship). He’s done this before where things between us went through ups and downs, but he made it seem like he had sort of given up entirely on a relationship with me. We argued a bit more that night, but we later apologized to each other. And took a break for a day or two. I felt like maybe he didn’t feel the same chemistry I did when we met up.
A few days later (I know, sue me) he reached out and we were talking again, and things stayed more sexual, he said things were fine when we met up, but didn’t go into details, staying on the sexting. We made a plan to meet up, and we did, and things went all the way in the bedroom (wasn’t exactly the plan but it was very nice and satisfying). But afterwards we had a really serious and deep conversation I wasn’t expecting. The gist: He came out about how he didn’t even love himself or find joy in his existence (clinically depressed) and wasn’t sure it was fair to any partners to get into any romantic entanglements (cue the memes). He didn’t seem apathetic in anyway, I could just tell he was really depressed and i was sort of shocked. He was always the strong one and he seemed pretty chipper and cheerful the other night. It made me look inwards a little and I poured my inner stuff out too, and I admitted that I had been struggling for a long time with suicide ideation, and I shared that the only reason I have today, to keep chugging, was for my baby niece. She needs her unctie (hybrid of auntie and uncle that her parents and I chose to use). I told him that I wasn’t going to ask him for anything more than what he can/wants to give, but that I cared about him as person, that we had been friends for a long time and close. We talked about some other stuff, and he off handedly mentioned he got into a motorcycle accident after his Ex hit him. I got uncomfortable with this, as he knows about a pair of family friends, one who died, and the other who lost his leg, in a motorcycle crash. And I didn’t realize he was previously in an abusive relationship. And I held his hand for a minute, but I suddenly felt really insecure about trying to be intimate with someone who said they can’t feel joy or love for anything, and I decided to leave a few minutes later. I had joked that he wouldn’t talk to me again for another three weeks to three years (it’s happens before) and he said that it would be “three months” 🥁. Before I left he asked me to check in with him when I got home (which I did) and we texted for a few more minutes before saying goodnight.
I don’t know did I make a mistake by going over to T’s house and going all the way? Should I stick around and support him getting help for his depression? He’s really close to my heart, maybe it’s familiarity, that I want things to get serious. Maybe I waited too long and our moment passed. What should I do? Part of me is suspicious that maybe he just doesn’t want anything to do with me romantically (which would be fine for me I guess if he was honest, but he said that wasn’t it). Is he a lost cause romantically?
Edit: GQ means gender queer. You can google it Edited: changed syntax and grammar to better reflect my question Edit #3: he doesn’t want to see a therapist and doesn’t think therapy is right for him.
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2020.09.18 08:11 XxbritntxX12 I need advice please 😭!!!

Okay so it all started when I saw this girl I’m not gonna say names but I say this girl and she’s pretty so I was straight at the time but we started talking and you know I was in school so we would walk to school together and then get home and text each other until one day she texted me saying she liked me I was like but I’m straight and like your straight too how would you like me I just kept telling her I was straight and I didn’t like girl so Yh that happened we didn’t really let that you know stop us from talking so we still did talk until eventually I started to feel someone for her like feelings which was surprising at first as I have always dated a boy it took me two days to eventually tell her I had feelings for her then she was like alright this is when we started talking romantically until it was time I went back home to Africa for holiday it was the six weeks holiday this is in the uk so the day I left I need I couldn’t keep this going as I’m gonna get heartbroken and I don’t be able to talk to her to I had to break it off which really did upset her so I traveled all the way to Zimbabwe then it past a week I lived with my Auntie she had WiFi and I got the WiFi password and I I texted all my friends and she texted me and I off course replied as I still had feelings for her and we started talking again and I did tell her I liked her and she liked me so the whole thing continued it’s was so sweet,romantic and innocent I really loved it then I eventually came back to the UK and I did meet her and on September 10th 2019 we were in a relationship so are relationship started off good as usual then at least 3 months into the relationship al lot of things started to go down hill and we had a lot of arguments and stuff and it did hurt I mean it when into 2020 and the arguments continue then in February my ex now wanted to kiss my bestie as she had a fascination then I allowed her which eventually lead to a lot of arguments towards me my ex bestie and her and I didn’t have a best friend anymore my relationship was still a mess and it all messed up now whenever I would feel sad cause of my ex I would tell my another bestie which ain’t my best friend anymore but I would tell her what’s happening and how to deal with it I she would say just break up with her but I really loved her and I didn’t listen to her which obviously made her upset and things weren’t going to plan till I eventually nearly lost all my friends as all my friends were against me cause if my ex but I loved her so much so obviously corona comes and we have to stay in locked down which really did ruin our relationship and some friendships as all was happening but know lockdown is lifted I go back to school and you know this have changed which meant I was going to see my ex then I meet my friends so my friends don’t like my ex right so my used to be bestie told me something she did that was about my ex and I didn’t agree and also said stuff myself but when I got home I told her she got mad confronted her and then she confronted me she got mad and that’s why we ain’t friends till the current day now I told me ex like are we dating as it didn’t seem like it she told me she didn’t care I decided to end it she didn’t eventually told me was wasn’t into to me anymore and she didn’t love me now I cried 10 times in a week and also felt like killing my self as I love her so much and I just want to be with her I still do feel that way now I’m stuck and I need advice so I came on Reddit as I don’t really feel comfortable talking to people and I basically feel so alone and I need a advice the summary of the story is I’m still in love with my ex and I’m trying to get rid of the feelings while I don’t have friends at all and no one to talk to please if you could send me advice it would wonderful and so helpful x🙏🏾🥺
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2020.09.17 23:25 anyroach The sad girl and the tall man

It happened a couple of years ago when me and my sister first moved to ireland. We moved into a house probably less than 100 years old. I would have been only about fourteen, my sister twelve so we shared a room with bunk beds. Our bedroom was downstairs at the front of the house.
Every night for months I would wake up at 3am and within seconds my sister would ask "are you awake?" Or vice versa without a doubt we would both feel a sudden urge to wake up. After a while we would lay in an eerie silence as not to mention the constant waking. Trying not to wonder what it could be.
Whenever we brought our baby brother into the room he would stare at the corner of the ceiling by the chimney breast and scream. Kicking and screaming he would barely allow us to bring him into the room and would stop as soon as we turned him away. We all hated that room.
That's when my sister, let's call her Amanda, told me what she was seeing when she woke up every night. Underneath the desk to the left of the chimney was a small girl curled into a ball, as if she was scared or crying silently into the night. Though the couldnt make out any features as she was a dark shadow hidden from the light. To the right of the chimney at the end of our bunk bed she would see a tall man, too tall for her to see his face. Tall enough for him to see me. He too was shrouded in darkness only legs and a shaded torso were visible. After that night it got harder to ignore the noises.
Banging footsteps upstairs going from my parents room to my brothers. Creeping slowly down or up the stairs but never coming further. Until one day.
My parents were on a date and my brother with my auntie overnight. My sister and I were well trained on late nights alone. Watching a movie in our living room we ignore the usual footsteps upstairs giving each other the odd glance just for moral support. Until all of a sudden it stops, only to begin furiously banging down the stairs. We hear it thump it's way down the hall towards us.
It stops at the door. We look at each other again but I see the panic in her eyes as she does mine. Ten seconds of endless silence and all the doors in the house begin opening and closing with an intense force. A thunder roaring of glass smashing from the panes in the kitchen door crashing onto tiles. The lights cut out and we are drowned in the pitch black and with that the doors stop.
That's when we notice them. The sad girl sits in the corner but this time we can really see her. Shoulder length dark matted hair surrounds a pale face. Dark hollow cheeks with piercing eyes. Darting a hateful yet distraught look at my sister. The man stands in the doorway by our bedroom taller than the door almost, his form casting a large shadow across the floor. He's looking at me. There is no sorrow in his eyes though, only evil. With that look I know it's time to leave, I grab my sister by the hand and pull her towards the kitchen, away from the tall man.
The girl lunges for us and I quickly tug my sister but she catches her foot. Amanda wiggles her foot away just as I see the man coming at us, I run to unlock the back door. Clumsily i manage to twist the key and throw it open pushing my sister out first. The tall man reaches for me as I slam the door shut.
Once we got outside it was okay, we went to a neighbours house while we waited for our parents to return home. My mother isnt one to believe anything like this but when it came down to that house she believed us. After our one year lease was up we moved out into a new place.
As I was unpacking my things I saw a line of salt across the window sill with a small golden cross sitting on it. But that's a story for another time.
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2020.09.17 22:33 XxbritntxX12 I need advice

Okay so it all started when I saw this girl I’m not gonna say names but I say this girl and she’s pretty so I was straight at the time but we started talking and you know I was in school so we would walk to school together and then get home and text each other until one day she texted me saying she liked me I was like but I’m straight and like your straight too how would you like me I just kept telling her I was straight and I didn’t like girl so Yh that happened we didn’t really let that you know stop us from talking so we still did talk until eventually I started to feel someone for her like feelings which was surprising at first as I have always dated a boy it took me two days to eventually tell her I had feelings for her then she was like alright this is when we started talking romantically until it was time I went back home to Africa for holiday it was the six weeks holiday this is in the uk so the day I left I need I couldn’t keep this going as I’m gonna get heartbroken and I don’t be able to talk to her to I had to break it off which really did upset her so I traveled all the way to Zimbabwe then it past a week I lived with my Auntie she had WiFi and I got the WiFi password and I I texted all my friends and she texted me and I off course replied as I still had feelings for her and we started talking again and I did tell her I liked her and she liked me so the whole thing continued it’s was so sweet,romantic and innocent I really loved it then I eventually came back to the UK and I did meet her and on September 10th 2019 we were in a relationship so are relationship started off good as usual then at least 3 months into the relationship al lot of things started to go down hill and we had a lot of arguments and stuff and it did hurt I mean it when into 2020 and the arguments continue then in February my ex now wanted to kiss my bestie as she had a fascination then I allowed her which eventually lead to a lot of arguments towards me my ex bestie and her and I didn’t have a best friend anymore my relationship was still a mess and it all messed up now whenever I would feel sad cause of my ex I would tell my another bestie which ain’t my best friend anymore but I would tell her what’s happening and how to deal with it I she would say just break up with her but I really loved her and I didn’t listen to her which obviously made her upset and things weren’t going to plan till I eventually nearly lost all my friends as all my friends were against me cause if my ex but I loved her so much so obviously corona comes and we have to stay in locked down which really did ruin our relationship and some friendships as all was happening but know lockdown is lifted I go back to school and you know this have changed which meant I was going to see my ex then I meet my friends so my friends don’t like my ex right so my used to be bestie told me something she did that was about my ex and I didn’t agree and also said stuff myself but when I got home I told her she got mad confronted her and then she confronted me she got mad and that’s why we ain’t friends till the current day now I told me ex like are we dating as it didn’t seem like it she told me she didn’t care I decided to end it she didn’t eventually told me was wasn’t into to me anymore and she didn’t love me now I cried 10 times in a week and also felt like killing my self as I love her so much and I just want to be with her I still do feel that way now I’m stuck and I need advice so I came on Reddit as I don’t really feel comfortable talking to people and I basically feel so alone and I need a advice the summary of the story is I’m still in love with my ex and I’m trying to get rid of the feelings while I don’t have friends at all and no one to talk to please if you could send me advice it would wonderful and so helpful x🙏🏾🥺
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2020.09.15 15:34 cdf21882 I Find Things

My name is Jack and I have a strange talent, I find things. I noticed it at an early age. Someone would mention that they had lost something, and no matter how long they had looked for it themselves, I could always find it within a short time.
Once, I came home from school to find my mom frustrated. She told me that she had spent all day looking for an important document my dad needed for work. She swore she had placed it on his desk when it had come in the mail a few days before, but it was nowhere to be found, and he needed it ASAP. I began looking.
After a few minutes, I noticed something off about my father’s desk. He usually kept a stack of magazines on the corner of it, but now they were missing. I asked mom about them. Puzzled by my interest in the missing periodicals, she went to the closet and returned to the desk with a box.
I opened it and began removing magazines, one at a time. Finally, I came to one that felt different from the rest, and when I opened it, there was the envelope containing the document. My dad must have been reading, needed a bookmark, and grabbed the envelope, not thinking about what it was. Mom was relieved and embarrassed at the same time. She had initially gathered the magazines to be recycled, but dad had told her there were a couple he was still reading, so she placed them in a box and put them in the closet.
Don’t know if I am just extra observant or what, I just know I can find damn near anything someone has lost. Over time, my talent has become well known among my family, friends, and coworkers, to the point that they all keep me pretty busy looking for shit. I really should start charging for my services. I could retire early from my real job.
Speaking of my job, it’s part of the reason for this post. I work in an office with several other people at a small company. I won’t go into too much detail about the job, because it’s not really pertinent to this post. Anyways, I was at my desk one afternoon when one of my coworkers, Kara, approached.
I’m not going to lie, I have had a thing for Kara for a while. Maybe it’s the long brunette hair, or long tan legs, I don’t know, but she’s a sweetheart, and I was for sure glad she was coming my way.
She sat on the corner of my desk and smiled down at me. “So, I need you to find something for me,” she said.
Damn, I should have known she hadn’t come by to talk about my handsome, good looks. I smiled back at her. “I am happy to help,” I told her. “What did you lose?” Her smile faded. “Before you say yes, there is a lot more to it, than just a simple lost item. Can you come by my house this evening? I will make dinner, then fill you in on the details, after that you can make your decision on whether to help me or not.”
I wanted to tell her I would walk through the hottest hellhole on Earth to do anything for her, but I didn’t want to sound creepy, so I just politely accepted her invite. She wrote the address on a post-it, gave me an unexpected peck on the cheek, and off she went.
The rest of the afternoon couldn’t go any slower. I know it was because of my excitement over dinner with Kara. Finally, four o’clock hit and I wasted no time getting home to get ready for the evening.
I arrived at her place just before seven. I hadn’t been sure what to expect when Kara had given me her address. Being in her early twenties like me, I just assumed she lived in an apartment, and lord knows we don’t get paid a lot at work, but her place, while older, was a huge house that bordered on being a mansion.
I walked up to the door and knocked. I could hear it echo throughout the house. In just a moment she opened the door.
Kara was dressed casually in snug-fitting jeans topped off with a Def Leppard t-shirt. “Come in, she said. “Dinner still likes a bit.”
We walked down a hallway and into a medium-sized living room. “Have a seat,” she told me. “Would you like a beer?” “Sure,” I said sitting down on the couch.
While she was gone, I took in my surroundings. Kara definitely had good taste.
After a couple of minutes, she returned with two bottles of craft beer. “Thanks,” I said accepting one of the bottles. She sat down on the other end of the couch. “This place is awesome,” I told her. “Yeah it is,” she replied. She told me how the house had been her grandparents, and how she inherited it after her grandmother had passed away. “It’s really too big for me,” she said looking around. “That’s why I only use the downstairs.”
We spent the next little while making small talk. Because we only had a casual acquaintance at work, we never realized how much we had in common. If anything, I could sense the start of a good friendship, and maybe more. “I bet the food is ready,” Kara said after a time.
I followed her to the kitchen, and like the rest of the house, it too was pretty big.
Since Kara had already sat the table, I asked her if she needed me to help her with serving the meal. “No sir,” she replied wryly. “Just sit tight and enjoy your beer. There’s more in the fridge if you need another."
I sat and sipped as Kara served the meal. It was pot roast with brown gravy, carrots, and potatoes, and it looked delicious.
As we ate, we talked and laughed. We were having a great time “Why didn’t we do this sooner,” I asked? Kara smiled wryly. “Probably because you never asked.” I didn’t know what to say, so I just sat there and looked at her like a dumbass. After a moment she winked playfully, before continuing. “I’m just saying, it’s usually customary for a guy, when he likes a girl, to ask them out.” I smiled at her. “Point taken M’lady,” I said in my most stately voice. She busted out laughing, and then I joined her.
Finally, with dinner finished, and dishes done, we returned to the living room with fresh beers. “I need you to find my grandmother Pearl’s locket,” she told me as we got settled in on the couch, a little closer to one another this time, I might add.
I asked her when she had it last, and where. “That’s why this isn’t going to be easy,” she said. “I’ve never had it.” I looked at her confused, and she told me the story.
The locket had been given to Pearl as a child by her parents. Her younger sister, Patricia, had always been jealous of Pearl in every way and especially desired the locket. Because of this, Pearl hardly ever took it off, and when she did, it was never for long, and it never left her sight. This didn’t keep Patricia from trying to get it in any manner she could. When her more underhanded efforts didn’t work, she would come right out and ask for the locket. This continued over the years and into the girls’ adulthood. Patricia’s obsession with possessing the locket fueled Pearl’s obsession to keep it at all cost, with the end of the affair only coming with Patricia’s death. After that Pearl was finally able to let the issue go, for a time anyway. Not too long before her death, the locket disappeared, and Pearl went to her grave broken-hearted over the loss of it.
“I know it’s in this house,” Kara finished. “I think Grandmother sat it down somewhere, and because her mind was beginning to slip, she didn’t remember where. My parents told me if I could find it, then it would be mine. Will you help me?”
I thought about Kara’s request while looking around the room. This was a big house and an equally big request. Normally, I helped people find things that they themselves lost, like keys or other random things, and usually, they had an idea where they lost their missing items, to begin with, but this was going to be a challenge.
Kara sat there looking back at me in anticipation. I returned her look. Who was I kidding? Challenge or not, I couldn’t tell her no. As I said, I would do anything for her, and after spending the evening getting to know her better, I had decided I really liked this girl, and I think she liked me. I told her I would help her. This time she gave me more than just a quick peck on the cheek.
Over the next few nights, I spent most of my waking time at Kara’s house. We would work on the search for the first half of the evening, then we would hang out, eat dinner, then watch a movie or whatever. Afterward, we would make one more run-through of the area we had searched earlier, that way we would hopefully catch anything we might have missed earlier. We finished the first floor of the house in roughly a week. If you are going to find things, you have to be thorough.
We took Friday night off to go out on a legitimate date. Yeah, that’s right, I grew a set and asked, and you know what, it was a great date. I might have a girlfriend now. Just had to get that out there, now back to the story.
It was a Saturday when were to begin on the second floor. I arrived at Kara’s that morning ready to get started, but she told me she needed to talk about something first.
We sat down at the kitchen table. It was obvious something was bothering Kara. “What’s wrong,” I asked her? She took a drink of her coffee. “I have to tell you something about the second floor before we go up there,” she said. “As you know, I really only use the first floor of the house. I told you it was because I live here alone, which is true, but there is more to it than that. This house has been in my family for several generations, and with an old house like this, there are going to be deaths that happen in the home. Both of my grandparents died here, as well as my great grandmother and some other family members before her. Strange things happen in this house, and most of it happens upstairs. That’s why I typically stay down here. I go up periodically to check on things, but I tend to get in and get out. To be honest, I hate it up there. It feels wrong to me, and if the locket wasn’t so important to my family and I, I would never set foot up there again.”
Now, I had joked in the past about my talent being some sort of ESP, but I never really believed it, and I definitely didn’t believe in ghosts or haunted houses, but it was obvious Kara did. She was scared. I could see it in her eyes, but she was also determined.
“I’m not worried about anything living or dead that hangs out up there,” I told her. “Let’s go find your locket.
We began up the staircase, Kara taking hold of my hand. “You okay,” I asked? She smiled tentatively. “I’m good,” she said squeezing my hand. We reached the top landing, and I won’t lie, it definitely felt different up here.
Off the stairs, the hall went in both directions, with five doors coming off the hall. “Which way first,” I asked? Kara pointed to the left. “That way.”
We walked down the hall and opened the door to the first room. Upon entering, it was obvious this was a little girl’s room.
“This was my grandmother’s room when she was a kid,” Kara told me as she looked around. This is the only room up here that I feel okay with.” I looked around the room myself, taking in everything, and getting a feel for things. When I felt I had enough of an impression, I began looking.
I’m very methodical when I am doing my thing. I start from the left and work my way to the right, looking in and around everything in a room. Usually, as I am searching, I come across more subtle places an item could be.
As I searched, Kara told me more about Pearl and her life in the house. As young girls, Pearl and Patricia were placed in neighboring rooms, Pearl in this one, and Patricia in the one next door. As the rivalry between the girls grew, Patricia took advantage of the fact the two rooms shared a wall. She would stay up late at night, just long enough for Pearl to fall asleep, then she would beat on the wall next to where Pearl’s bed would be, disturbing her sleep. This went on for a good while before their father finally made Patricia move to the room at the other end of the hall. Because it was situated above the master bedroom on the ground floor, Pearl’s parents could hear when Patricia got out of bed in the night, putting an end to that annoyance at least, but Patricia could always find other ways to cause drama with her sister.
The girls grew up. Pearl married, but Patricia didn’t, and this just added to the drama between the two sisters. Things really heated up when Pearl’s father died. Her mother, not wanting to live in the house alone, asked Pearl and her husband to move their family into the house. Patricia, who felt like she should be the one to move into the house since she was unmarried, was furious, and after a huge fight, she stopped speaking to the family for years. It also didn’t help things, when Kara’s dad, who was in his teens when the family moved into the house, took one of the guest rooms as his room, causing Patricia’s room to be changed to a guest room, while Pearl’s was left untouched. Patricia only came back around when the desire for the locket, got too great for her to ignore.
“Your great-aunt was definitely a ray of sunshine,” I told Kara. She chucked. “Yeah, Grandmother always said that’s why she never was able to find a man.”
We finished up in Pearl’s room and went next door. It was also a bust. The bathroom was next, and that’s when things started getting strange.
“I don’t like the bathroom. I’ll stay in the hall if you don’t mind,” Kara told me. I entered the bathroom.
It didn’t look much different than any other bathroom, it was just old, and there really wasn’t many places to look. I walked to the sink and looked at the mirror above it. It was very ornate and definitely old.
I crouched down and opened the cabinet below the sink. It was empty for the most part, just a few cleaning supplies. I felt around just in case there might be a hidden cubby at the back. Satisfied, I stood up, catching a glimpse of the mirror.
There was a little girl standing behind me. I was instantly covered in goosebumps. “What the hell,” I yelled.
I turned around and there was no one there.
Kara appeared in the doorway. “What happened,” she asked? I was still freaked out. “I swear I just saw a little girl standing right behind me when I looked in the mirror,” I told her. She shivered as she backed away from the doorway. “Like I said, not a fan of the bathroom,” she told me.
I finished searching the room, at a quick, but still, thorough pace then got out.
Kara’s dad’s room was next. We took our time in this room, but when we were almost finished, I noticed Kara seemed upset.
“You still okay,” I asked? She shook her head. “I’m not looking forward to the last room,” she told me. “It’s Aunt Patricia’s room, and I hate that room with a passion.” I put my arm around her. “Maybe you should go back downstairs. I'll search it.” She shook her head. “No, I don’t think you should go in there by yourself. It’s not a good room.” I started to argue the point with her, but the look on her face told me it was not up for discussion. We finished her dad’s room and went back into the hall.
We stood outside Patricia’s door for the longest time. I don’t know if it was Kara’s fear rubbing off on me or what, but I sure didn’t want to go into that room either. I had just about built up the nerve to open the door when Kara beat me to it. She turned the knob, pushed it open, and we stepped inside.
She turned every light on and opened the window curtains. “A little light never hurts,” she said half smiling.
The room still felt ominous, despite the light, but I began searching anyway. After I don’t know how long I was coming to the end of my search, and there was still no sign of the locket. I looked at Kara. She had a look of both disappointment and relief, on her face. “I hoped so much it wasn’t in this room, but at the same time, I expected it to be here,” she said to me.
I looked around the room one more time, hoping to see something I had missed. Something told me the locket was here. Just when I was about to give up, I saw something off about one of the baseboards next to the bed. I crouched down to inspect it and found it was loose. Behind it was, surprise, a hidden cubby. I reached my hand inside and pulled out a wrapped bundle. I could feel Kara’s anxious eyes on me as I unwrapped the bundle. It was an old diary and several other trinkets. I turned the diary over in my hands, inspecting the latch. It had been there a long time, and luckily the latch was brittle enough, that it just fell apart. I opened the diary to find it hollowed out. The locket was inside. I pulled it out and turned to show Kara. The little girl from the bathroom was standing right behind her. My jaw hit the floor.
“PUT THAT BACK,” the girl yelled. “IT’S MINE.”
Kara turned in the direction of the voice, her eyes going wide upon seeing the girl.
Before either of us could react, everything in the room flew at me. I ducked the best I could but some of it hit me regardless. Kara tried to run for the door, but it slammed shut. She tried to pull it open, but it wasn’t budging. I clutched the locket to me as I crawled towards Kara, dodging flying debris along the way. I was almost to her when shit really hit the fan.
The girl, who had been focusing her attention mostly on me, turned to Kara, and with the change in focus, everything flying around the room, dropped to the floor. Then with a jerking like motion, the girl advanced on Kara, and before I knew what was happening, she lunged at her and disappeared.
Kara stopped pulling at the door, and just stood there. I got to my feet and started to approach her, but something told me to stop. “Kara, you okay over there,” I asked? She turned slowly towards me, but the person in front of me was not Kara.
What was once a sweet face framed by beautiful brunette hair, was now twisted with hate and framed by a lifeless, stringy mess of hair. She looked like she had aged a century in a span of seconds.
“The little bitch isn’t here anymore,” the former Kara said in an unnatural voice. “Now give me back my locket you thief.”
I backed away from the possessed woman as she slowly advanced towards me. I was scared shitless, but I couldn’t let this thing get the locket or keep my girlfriend. I decided the best course of action was to play the tough guy card.
“You must be Auntie Patricia,” I said tauntingly. Her face contorted with fury. “DON’T CALL ME THAT,” she screamed. “I am no aunt to this trollop or anyone else in her family. Now give me my locket.” “No,” I told her. “It’s not yours, and it never was.” Her eyes blazed at me. “I took it from my bitch sister fair and square, so it’s mine. Now give it to ME.”
Before I could react, she lunged at me, knocking me to the floor. She was a hell of a lot stronger than she looked.
We struggled on the floor, with me trying my damnedest to hold onto the locket, and her trying to get it. She clawed, bit, and screamed as she tried to wrestle the locket from me. I swear it was like fighting a damn cat. “GIVE IT TO ME,” she kept screaming.
I finally got my knees between us. “STUFF IT YOU DEAD BITCH,” I yelled as I kicked her off of me. She went sprawling while I crouched, ready for her next attack. “It’s not your locket, and I am not letting you have it, now get the fuck out of my girlfriend.”
I was expecting unbridled fury, but instead, I got the unexpected, she began to sob, all the while saying how unfair it was, she never got her own locket, and how Pearl always got everything. That’s when I found the key to ending the situation, hopefully anyway.
She might have been a pissed off, angry ghost, but she was also just a little girl. I decided to run with it.
“Patricia, you are a selfish hateful child, and you will stop this tantrum at once,” I told her sternly. She looked up at me, eyes streaming tears. It wasn’t exactly Kara’s face looking at me, but it wasn’t the horrible one it had been either. “Now you stole your sister’s locket, and that was very wrong, but I know you can be a good girl. Can’t you?” She began nodding her head, and like that Kara was back, and Patricia stood beside her. “That’s a good young lady. Now, since Pearl isn’t here, the locket belongs to Kara. If I give it to you to look at, will you give it to Kara when you're done?” Patricia nodded again saying yes.
Kara, still slightly disoriented, watched as I handed the locket to the little girl. She looked at it, turning it over in her hands, finally springing the catch so that it opened. Inside were the pictures of her mother and father. “All I ever wanted was a locket of my own, but because I stayed in trouble, Mother and Father never would buy me one.” I smiled at her. “Maybe if you can be a really good girl, I can get you one of your own,” I told her. Patricia’s little face lit up. “You really meant it,” she asked? I nodded my head. “I would really like that,” she said. She looked at Kara and then handed her the locket. “Here you can have this one. He is going to give me one of my own,” she told her.
Poor Kara, she was still about halfway in shock from all the crazy shit that had just happened, but at least she had it together enough to tell Patricia thank you. With that done, the little girl faded away, but I knew she wasn’t completely gone. She would still be around to make sure I held up my end of the bargain.
I helped Kara to her feet, and we went downstairs. I spent the rest of that day playing nurse, and by that evening she was more or less good as new. I, on the other hand, felt like a bag of slapped ass, that had gotten into it with a mountain lion.
The next day, we went together to a jewelry store and bought the prettiest little girls’ locket they had. We took the pictures out of Kara’s locket, had them copied, and then placed them in the new locket.
Back at Kara’s house, we both climbed the stairs and delivered the now wrapped locket to Patricia’s room. Instantly the atmosphere in the room, as well as the rest of the upstairs part of the house, changed, feeling lighter.
Returning downstairs, Kara and I collapsed onto her couch. It had been one hell of a weekend, and we sat there for the longest time, neither of us saying anything. Finally, she broke the silence.
“I’ll never be able to repay you for this,” she said. “You found the locket, and you put the spirit of my aunt to rest.” I smiled at her. “Don’t worry about it,” I told her. “It was nothing, besides, for you, I’d walk through hell.” She laughed. “Or fight possessed girlfriends,” she asked? “That too,” I told her smiling.
My name is Jack and I find things. Most of the time, it’s mundane stuff like keys, wallets, jewelry, etc., but now, besides finding a girlfriend, I’ve figured out I can find other, more unconventional things. So, if you need help finding something, no matter what it is, just let me know. There is nothing I have not yet been able to find.
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2020.09.15 04:51 throwawayobsessedra being single is making me depressed and having negative thoughts.

I (23 f) has been single for a year now. my last ex dumped me and left me for someone else, I suspect cheating as well. anyways, this has really taken a toll in me. I want nothing but a healthy, loving, relationship but everywhere I look on dating apps bumble tinder hinge etc. most just want casual sex at my age. its like dudes my age do not want a serious relationship at all or the ones that do are already taken. this has made me to believe that I am ugly, unloveable, and most of all making me consider taking my life. yes, I do go to therapy.. and yes, I do try and work on myself. however, this single life is extremely lonely and im tired of it. I feel like im old af already and im going to die alone or be the "cool auntie" and I really don't want to be that. any advice?
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2020.09.14 19:54 1404jsp Not sure if anything is possible here.

I've recently started dating someone and her auntie gave her an ipod touch for her daughter but the ipod has been set up in her aunties ex partners name/email so when i plug the ipod into my computer for iTunes it's asking me for password verification but her auntie or her don't know it and the ex partner isn't exactly on a talking basis with anyone now. Is there anyway to get round this or is the ipod good as dead? Any help or information would be greatly appreciated.
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2020.09.14 16:55 obiwancomer Why my dad left me

So like many people I’m sure my dad left me because he preferred one of my younger sisters :/ I still have the last message he sent me on my phone. He’s bottom of my phone message history because I message people lol. It reads: ‘I’ll be there for you about 1020 as I have to get Matilda from dancing. She’s only here until 2.30. We will nip to decathlon to get you some of those cheap wellies again like the ones we both had last time.‘ Matilda is my younger sister who he chose over me. She was 9 last week. I’ve not seen her all year and couldn’t go see her on her bday (primarily bc of covid) but not seeing my dad has made it very hard to see her. I’ll do a bit of a story as I need to rant lol.
So my mum and dad got married in 2001 I think and I was born in 2003. They got divorced in 04 but split in 03 I think if I remember correctly lol. He cheated on my mum and then tried to go away for my first bday (With his mistress) which my mum and grandparents weren’t having because it was my first xmas and I wasn’t missing out. He ran up a shit ton of debt and my grandparents who I love more than most people had to bail him out and took him back in. Fast forward to 2007 and my mum met my step dad Alan, they’re coming up to their 10th Wedding anniversary on the 20th August. My dad got with my ex step mum and mother of my sister Matilda. He tried to get back with my mum and said he wasn’t that into my step mum which was disrespectful imo. Anyway he got married to her on 30/12/2010 and they had Matilda in 2013 (09/08/2013, I’m using English dates so for you Americans it’d be (08/09/2010, weird but Whatever 😂). My favourite sister Emily was born on 22/08/2011 So SHes 9 next week :). Anyway back to the story. Life was great with my dad until like 2016/17 I think (can’t remember the exact year). My dad always made Excuses for why he couldn’t see me and it hurt. Him and my step mum moved in with her mum who was mid 60s at the time (71 now) and they converted her garage and old kitchen into a new kitchen and living room for her it was lovely. In 2016 or so and we found out later; my dad was addicted to codeine and becoming increasingly verbally abusive and intimidating, especially towards me who was growing up and not so easily censored seeing as I was like 13/14 at the time (17 now) so when he was being a cunt I’d point it out and ask him to stop. Anyway with the codeine addiction he was kicked out of the house but went back to get more stuff. Matilda my sister was upset about something and my grandma was trying to take her back into the house and he threatened to slit her throat, and then proceeded to key her car as he left so I didn’t see him for weeks. Throughout this whole time he was in contact with his ex/mistress and running up massive debt and my grandparents bailed him out so he didn’t get done. I wish they didn’t now lol. Fast forward a few months and he was living with my grandparents But had a girlfriend called Sonia who I really didn’t like (obvs got bias towards my step mum lol) and I went to a family party (my step mum wasn’t there) he started on my uncle who made a joke bearing in mind my uncle would put him in a spliff lol. Then I got stressed and started crying and he shouted at me bc I’m emotional af lol. My step mum came to pick up Matilda from my grandparents house and I went out to see her and he started swearing at me so my uncle and auntie defended me because I was scared (no violence but he was a cunt) and I didn’t want to see him as much because I’m an air cadet so was doing lots of competitions and flying (I’m becoming a pilot in a few years hopefully). Back to the point, fast forward to like September or October 2018 and he told me that Sonia had lost a baby (unfortunate Ofc no one wants to have a miscarriage) but it made me feel shit because he can’t look after 2 kids nevermind 3. He told my mum that I’m always happy when we go to the cinema or out for dinner but never when we go for a walk, even tho it’s completely not true I’m just quiet. In November i had a cadet competition, we won the National band championships meaning we had the best band in the country (very good lol). The next weekend was the last time I’ve seen him since 2018, and he tried to cancel having me stay and just have me one day which made me feel shit (he’s meant to do plans through my mum so she’s always aware as I wasn’t an adult at the time (I’m still not ffs lol)). I had a shit weekend and then I told my mum how I felt and my dads gf phoned Me one night after high school and my mum was about as I was struggling with people at school too, (but that’s irrelevant I’ve glowed up since then lol) And I told her about how my dad was making me feel. She spoke to my dad and he messaged my mum saying we shouldn’t see each other that next weekend. Fuck me it’s been a long weekend. You might be thinking is that it, well not quite. I still see my grandparents (even tho Manchester is on local lockdown so I can’t atm) And they try to get him to resolve it because he’s my dad. He chose my sister over me and he gets on with my step mum so she’s able to find out the beef and tell my mum who tells me so I’m informed. Anyway so I don’t see him now and I’ve achieved so much in the years I’ve not because he was bad for my mental health. About 3 weeks ago I found out Sonia miscarried/aborted again Because the baby would’ve been disabled and they were advised to do so which is fine obvs but HE SHOULDN’T BE HAVING ANOTHER KID WHEN HE CAN’T LOOK AFTER 2. It’s so shit for me I stg I hate him. He’s probs gonna marry this woman who’ll be his 3rd wife and he’ll fuck her life up too. Her family doesn’t like him and he lost his best friend because of how he treated my step mum :/
TL;DR: my dad is a massive cunt and I hate him :)) Also sorry that’s so long :(
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2020.09.14 16:54 obiwancomer why my dad left me (i think)

So like many people I’m sure my dad left me because he preferred one of my younger sisters :/ I still have the last message he sent me on my phone. He’s bottom of my phone message history because I message people lol. It reads: ‘I’ll be there for you about 1020 as I have to get Matilda from dancing. She’s only here until 2.30. We will nip to decathlon to get you some of those cheap wellies again like the ones we both had last time.‘ Matilda is my younger sister who he chose over me. She was 9 last week. I’ve not seen her all year and couldn’t go see her on her bday (primarily bc of covid) but not seeing my dad has made it very hard to see her. I’ll do a bit of a story as I need to rant lol.
So my mum and dad got married in 2001 I think and I was born in 2003. They got divorced in 04 but split in 03 I think if I remember correctly lol. He cheated on my mum and then tried to go away for my first bday (With his mistress) which my mum and grandparents weren’t having because it was my first xmas and I wasn’t missing out. He ran up a shit ton of debt and my grandparents who I love more than most people had to bail him out and took him back in. Fast forward to 2007 and my mum met my step dad Alan, they’re coming up to their 10th Wedding anniversary on the 20th August. My dad got with my ex step mum and mother of my sister Matilda. He tried to get back with my mum and said he wasn’t that into my step mum which was disrespectful imo. Anyway he got married to her on 30/12/2010 and they had Matilda in 2013 (09/08/2013, I’m using English dates so for you Americans it’d be (08/09/2010, weird but Whatever 😂). My favourite sister Emily was born on 22/08/2011 So SHes 9 next week :). Anyway back to the story. Life was great with my dad until like 2016/17 I think (can’t remember the exact year). My dad always made Excuses for why he couldn’t see me and it hurt. Him and my step mum moved in with her mum who was mid 60s at the time (71 now) and they converted her garage and old kitchen into a new kitchen and living room for her it was lovely. In 2016 or so and we found out later; my dad was addicted to codeine and becoming increasingly verbally abusive and intimidating, especially towards me who was growing up and not so easily censored seeing as I was like 13/14 at the time (17 now) so when he was being a cunt I’d point it out and ask him to stop. Anyway with the codeine addiction he was kicked out of the house but went back to get more stuff. Matilda my sister was upset about something and my grandma was trying to take her back into the house and he threatened to slit her throat, and then proceeded to key her car as he left so I didn’t see him for weeks. Throughout this whole time he was in contact with his ex/mistress and running up massive debt and my grandparents bailed him out so he didn’t get done. I wish they didn’t now lol. Fast forward a few months and he was living with my grandparents But had a girlfriend called Sonia who I really didn’t like (obvs got bias towards my step mum lol) and I went to a family party (my step mum wasn’t there) he started on my uncle who made a joke bearing in mind my uncle would put him in a spliff lol. Then I got stressed and started crying and he shouted at me bc I’m emotional af lol. My step mum came to pick up Matilda from my grandparents house and I went out to see her and he started swearing at me so my uncle and auntie defended me because I was scared (no violence but he was a cunt) and I didn’t want to see him as much because I’m an air cadet so was doing lots of competitions and flying (I’m becoming a pilot in a few years hopefully). Back to the point, fast forward to like September or October 2018 and he told me that Sonia had lost a baby (unfortunate Ofc no one wants to have a miscarriage) but it made me feel shit because he can’t look after 2 kids nevermind 3. He told my mum that I’m always happy when we go to the cinema or out for dinner but never when we go for a walk, even tho it’s completely not true I’m just quiet. In November i had a cadet competition, we won the National band championships meaning we had the best band in the country (very good lol). The next weekend was the last time I’ve seen him since 2018, and he tried to cancel having me stay and just have me one day which made me feel shit (he’s meant to do plans through my mum so she’s always aware as I wasn’t an adult at the time (I’m still not ffs lol)). I had a shit weekend and then I told my mum how I felt and my dads gf phoned Me one night after high school and my mum was about as I was struggling with people at school too, (but that’s irrelevant I’ve glowed up since then lol) And I told her about how my dad was making me feel. She spoke to my dad and he messaged my mum saying we shouldn’t see each other that next weekend. Fuck me it’s been a long weekend. You might be thinking is that it, well not quite. I still see my grandparents (even tho Manchester is on local lockdown so I can’t atm) And they try to get him to resolve it because he’s my dad. He chose my sister over me and he gets on with my step mum so she’s able to find out the beef and tell my mum who tells me so I’m informed. Anyway so I don’t see him now and I’ve achieved so much in the years I’ve not because he was bad for my mental health. About 3 weeks ago I found out Sonia miscarried/aborted again Because the baby would’ve been disabled and they were advised to do so which is fine obvs but HE SHOULDN’T BE HAVING ANOTHER KID WHEN HE CAN’T LOOK AFTER 2. It’s so shit for me I stg I hate him. He’s probs gonna marry this woman who’ll be his 3rd wife and he’ll fuck her life up too. Her family doesn’t like him and he lost his best friend because of how he treated my step mum :/
TL;DR: my dad is a massive cunt and I hate him :)) Also sorry that’s so long :( I’m sure my dad left me because he preferred one of my younger sisters :/ I still have the last message he sent me on my phone. He’s bottom of my phone message history because I message people lol. It reads: ‘I’ll be there for you about 1020 as I have to get Matilda from dancing. She’s only here until 2.30. We will nip to decathlon to get you some of those cheap wellies again like the ones we both had last time.‘ Matilda is my younger sister who he chose over me. She was 9 last week. I’ve not seen her all year and couldn’t go see her on her bday (primarily bc of covid) but not seeing my dad has made it very hard to see her. I’ll do a bit of a story as I need to rant lol.
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2020.09.14 14:06 bigjoocie Sympathy flowers after first 6 weeks of dating

I've been dating a girl for over a month and we have slept over eachother's houses and getting pretty close physically and emotionally. (not official as she wants to go pretty slow)
Her auntie who she was quite close to passed away on the weekend and I have comforted her with a phone call and was also supporting her during the lead up to her passing.
Is is too much for me to send a bunch of sympathy flowers to her work for her when she goes back on Tuesday? Cheers :)
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2020.09.14 08:47 AdaNnewi DissAbility: Broken not Destroyed

Broken not Destroyed
For once, I didn't really feel less of myself rather I kind of put insecure people in a tight spot. Those who were secure enough loved my energy. Those who weren't just never liked me. I've felt bad on most days, mehn I hated my life to a default, but each time I look in the mirror, I love myself even more. It wasn't about faking it to make it; I really did love myself. Realizing every and anything I have been through, I love and am proud of myself. I've had friends who said heart crushing things about me, they made me cry, I really cried the tears that makes you feel like you cannot breathe. For once though, I never hated living, somehow, I still had the desire to live and it's so fast how I forget how much I cried a while ago. People stare, some admiringly, others creepily. They made me uncomfortable and uneasy. If only they could just approach me and satisfy their curiosity. I really needed people to ask me and not make assumptions. This made children love me, the very beautiful aunty with a missing foot, they weren't scared to ask. The side giggling I hear, when I come into a place with my maxi skirts and socks covered feet. The side talks that are quite glaring. The index fingers pointing ceaslessly at me. I hated eating in crowded places. That was then, now I don't care. My fashion was archaic to them, no visible thighs, no hot legs, your toes aren't painted, why would you cover your body that way. I covered out of insecurity, but now I do out of passion. Not all Ladies can pull that fashion off. Indecency is a trend, guys are moved by what they see; they say. Would a man even love you like you are? Why are you making choices, you should accept whosoever is willing to date you, they say. It's a previledge. You're dark skinned, you aren't that tall, your fashion sense stinks. Oh! Wait! Where are your boobs, no potruding butt; why are you everything undesirable? Why are you full of imperfection? A question I have no answer to. It did affect me but not anymore. I really admire your courage, they say. Don't do that, don't do this, you cannot. It's not for people like you. You need to be physically fit to apply for this job. Ma'am, are you sure you can handle that? Let's give that to someone who can handle it. My value is been weighed by my physical abilities. Not me anyway. Aww! She's so cute! They say when I lift an empty box. What? It's just an empty box. She needs special care, they say but you just rejected me for a position I applied for oh! I am not a good face for your organization. Well I do not care because you don't know what value means. It's much burden that I am missing a limb, a woman, dark, a Christian, Igbo, a Nigerian, African. I felt it was a burden to finally come to accept myself only for you to reject me because I look different. I felt it was unfair that you judge my capabilities because of a missing limb. I felt broken that you feel I should settle for just anyone because I am less. I felt bad that you write me off and subject me to insecurity and shame. I felt bereaved that you try to cast me off because my disabilities seems to be visible and not like yours that is very well hidden. I feel bad that you broke me with your words, your stares, your laughter and your insecurities. I feel bad that you are the reason behind each tears that fall, each deep prick I feel in my heart, each weakness and numbness I feel in my muscles, each faintness I feel in my breathe, each fear I think in my head. I really feel horrible, but not for me, but YOU! Well I don't feel those anymore. I realized I am not entitled to anyone's opinion. It doesn't feel good when you make anyone feel less of themselves. You only have the right to look down on me if deep within your souls, you know that you are perfect. If you aren't be accommodating. Show love to those whose disabilities seems glaring, they could be the source of peace and happiness you always sort after. That I can't see what makes you feel insecure doesn't mean you should make fun of what you see and feel could have me insecure.
Disability is not the end of the world. I am valuable and it's a previledge to know me. Be kind to everyone
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2020.09.13 22:15 cheekylilmonkey My Dads family hid the last page of his note from me

When my Dad passed away, his brother found him. The police took photos of the letter and then handed it over to his siblings. My aunties and uncles then edited the note to make it more “child friendly” for me (I was 17). They gave me a photocopy of each page where he’d written out his finances and the details for his vehicles. They gave me the top page that had his signature and the date. And they let me see his “final letter” - which basically just said “sorry to everyone for disappointing you, I would have done it sooner if I hadn’t had a family to take care of but I don’t anymore so goodbye.” that’s all I was given.
What I wasn’t aware of was that there was a little bit more to the note. My entire family had seen it, including but not limited to my grandmother who my father hadn’t spoken with in 30 years, a random “cousin” that had shown up only two years before and no one knew who she was except for one of my dads brothers, and my younger (13 year old) cousins. No one told me. They let me suffer, thinking that he didn’t love me. They let me sob and scream through his funeral because the only thing about me in his note was that I was the reason he hadn’t done it sooner but now that I wasn’t talking to him much anymore, he was gone. They let me drop out of my final year of school. They let me go on about my life, not knowing whether this would ruin my life completely, not knowing if I would ever get over his final harsh words.
But there was another page. The very last page. My lawyer ended up with the original note, and when it was released to me, there was a final page. I was in IKEA when the lawyer sent the photocopies of the whole letter. I checked my phone and almost fainted.
Right in front of me on my phone, in my fathers handwriting, the note said:
“I will always love (my name). She made me so proud.”
It was extremely bittersweet, and the rush of knowing my father didn’t die hating me was something I can’t forget. But the years after that have been a personal hell. Knowing that the people I once called family hid my most important part of the letter from me, even though it was about me and for me, it has broken me.
Before everything, I thought they were just different from me and that’s why I never got along with them. But to do that to your niece after her father commits suicide? That’s a whole new level of sick. They have no morals. I have tried to forgive and move on with my life, and I have for the most part forgotten that it happened, but there’s still some nights that I stay up fuming.
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2020.09.13 13:58 StoriesWeImagine Helpless

Synopsis:
"Helpless" is a story of a man named Harshat, who forces the President to kill himself on LIVE STREAM after the President tries to wipe out a small community in a nation wide curfew.
This story takes place in a fictional South Asian Country "Jubistan".
This is not a "book", this is a play.
The chapters you will read here are the screenplays.
A series of chapters published here will answer, why Harshat had to do this?What made him follow this path?
This incident takes place in a fictional south asian country named "Jubistan".
The chapters are a rough work, I simply wrote this. Ignore my English/grammevocabulary mistakes if you encounter any.
This is the first time I am trying writing a long story.
Chapter 1: After The Assassination
Screenplay-
Time 3.30 PM, 3rd March, Year-2012, Place- Sidhneshwar, State- Forkat
Traffic is stuck on the road because of the train barrier. Two friends on bike are sharing a joke.
Friend1- Bro, the other day I was wandering why did Shah Jahan(the maker Of the famous Taj Mahal) ordered his soldiers to cut the arms of the labours who built it when it was the architect who designed the Taj Mahal. Doesn't make this Shah Jahan sound stupid (laughs pathetically)
Friend2- Yeah! You kind of make sense. HAHAHHAHA.
Friend1 notices a news headline "PRESIDENT LIVE STREAM ASSASSINATION, NO SIGN OF ASSASSINATOR ARREST" in a newspaper store near the road. He goes and purchases the newspaper and gets back to his friend.
Friend1 tells Friend2 hear this news and friend1 starts to read, It has been two months since the president's assassination and the assassinator has not been arrested yet. Many citizens died because of this unique style of assassina.....
A guy on bike who was also waiting for the train to cross interrupts Friend1 and asks what's latest on news today.
Friend1 says it's about the President assassination and failure of department to catch the assassinator.
Man on bike- oh! I see. Is there any News of the assassinator's name?
Friend1- No. I don't think they will ever be able to catch him. What do you think about this?
Before man on bike answers the questions, man on bike gets a phone call so he says excuse me to Friend1 and answers his call. After listening few seconds to his phone call, he hangs up his call and gets off from his bike. Friend1 notices he hangs up the call and asks him again bro what do you think on this matter? Man on bike looks at friend1 and at the same time he hears the horn of the train approaching, so he doesn't answer the question and walks for the track and the train hits him to death.
Friend1 and everybody else was shocked. After the train crossed (loco pilot not realising that someone was hit by the train, so the loco pilot didn't stop the train), crowd gathered around the body and everyone starts talking "who was he?" why he did this?". The body was cut into two parts but his face was recognisable. Someone from the crowd calls the Police.
Police arrives after 10 minutes. Police contains the crime scene. Hawaldars starts searching the body. Inspector starts questioning the public that were still there- Does anybody know him? Crowd says no, we don't know him.
Friend1 and friend2 gossiping with each other that we should go and talk to the police that we and that dead man had a conversation before the incident took place. The Inspector notices the gossip and calls both of them and asks what is it that you guys are gossiping.
Friend2- Hesitatingly, no...nothing Sir.
Friend1 says to friend2 don't hesitate, there's nothing to be scared.
Inspector Adit- What is it that you are scared for?
Friend1- Nothing sir, actually the thing is sir we had a few conversation with the dead man and nothing sir.
Inspector Adit - What conversation?
Friend1 Shows the newspaper to the Inspector and tells him we had a conversation on the President's assassination.
Inspector Adit - What did he say about that?
Friend1- First he asked us what was on the news and we told him about the news but when we asked what's his say on this, he received a phone call and after the phone call I tried to ask him again but he didn't answered and headed for the railway track.
Inspector Adit - Why didn't you try to stop him?
Friend1- I didn't knew he would do this.
Inspector Adit - Did you hear what he said on the phone call?
Friend1- All I heard was hello, yeah say. He listened for few seconds and hanged up the call.
Inspector Adit - What are your names?
Friend1- My name is Ankur and my friend's name is Abhishek.
One hawaldar comes to the Inspector and tells him Sir, we only found two things, One is his mobile and other is this letter.
Inspector Adit to hawaldar- Nothing else? Identity card or anything else?
Hawaldar with a tensed face- No sir. But you should read this letter now.
Inspector- What is it? Let me read it and by the time take Ankur and Abhishek's statement and also note their contact details.
After reading the letter, Inspector also gets tensed and tells we found him but he is dead.
Sub-Inspector(SI) Ajay to Inspector Adit - Sir, I have checked the CCTV footage, these boys are telling truth, it was a suicide.
Inspector Adit to hawaldar- I have to make a phone call. You do one thing, send the body for autopsy and tell them that I need every minor details from his body. Everything must be on report. A lot of trouble is on the way in this investigation.
Inspector makes the phone call to the President's Office and tell the secretary to connect to the President.
Secretary Vikas asks what is the phone call about.
Inspector Adit - It's about the assassination sir.
Secretary Vikas- What about it?
Inspector Adit - Sir we found the assassinator.
Secretary Vikas- Shockingly, hold let me go to the President.
Inspector Adit - Ok sir.
Secretary Vikas knocks the President's office door and with permission he enters the room and tells the President that the assassinator has been arrested.
President Bala- What? Really, where was he arrested?
Secretary Vikas- In Forkat sir, here talk to the inspector he is on the line.
President Bala takes the phone and says hello.
Inspector Adit- Good after noon sir, my name is Inspector Adit from Forkat Police Station.
President Bala - Yeah good after noon, tell me what else information we got from him?
Inspector Adit - Sir there is a problem.
President Bala - What problem? Don't tell me he was lying.
Inspector Adit - No Sir, the problem is he didn't even talk.
President Bala - What do you mean Inspector?
Inspector Adit - Sir we found him dead.
President Bala - Then how do you know that it's him.
Inspector Adit - We found a letter from his body which revealed that he planned the assassination.
President Bala - What's his name?
Inspector Adit - We don't know his identity. All we found is his phone and this letter.
President Bala - How did he die? Did you guys killed him?
Inspector- No Sir, we found him on a railway track half an hour ago, 20 minutes ago we received a phone call about an accident from the train and upon investigation, the crowd said that it was a suicide. We cross checked the CCTV footage which also revealed that it was a suicide. The body is sent for autopsy and we are heading to the police station now.
President Bala - Ok. I will share you a whatsapp number soon, there you will update me everything related to this case.
Inspector Adit - Ok sir.
The Police team reached the police station after sometime and they start to look into the dead man's history.
Inspector Adit to SI Ajay- Where is his mobile?
SI Ajay- Here Sir.
Inspector Adit - Give this mobile to cyber cell and tell them to unlock it fast and also find out his last call details.
SI Ajay- Ok sir and Sub-Inspector leaves.
Assistant Sub-Inspector(ASI) Rawat- Sir, Should we circulate the dead man's photo in Newspaper?
Inspector Adit - Yes, do it and one more thing don't mention that he was the assassinator or else nobody will come forward to recognise him.
ASI Rawat- Right sir.
Inspector Adit - Circulate the photograph in each and every police station of Jubistan and intelligence departments and feed them with the every details we have on this man. And keep one thing in mind, this news must not leak or no one will come forward to recognise him.
ASI Rawat- Yes sir.
Police starts to check their history record if there is any criminal record of the dead man but they didn't found any match neither the intelligence department was able to track any of his record.
Days passed and nobody showed/called up to recognise him.
Pressure was rising from the Government side and both Police and Intelligence department had no answer to give to the Government.
After a day of continuous search, ASI of Kolark Police department finds a resemblance of the dead man's photograph in the missing case file. He takes the file to his Inspector and informs him that he was the assassinator.
Inspector - Are you sure of it?
ASI - Yes sir, Forkat Police station gave the details and told to look into the matter on priority as the dead body had no identity.
Inspector - Alright.
ASI - Sir, should we help them? I mean after everything we (the kolarks) have suffered since independence and during the assassination period we were declared terrorist too.
Inspector - Yes, you are right but the matter must be closed ASAP and we are getting what we were asking since the very start "Our Independence' that got signed yesterday and the date of Independence day is with the Kolark Government now. Soon all the Kolarks will hear the news of their Independence.
ASI- I think you are right sir, so I will give them a call and fax them this file.
Inspector - Right away.
ASI thanks his Inspector and leaves the office. ASI makes a call to the Forkat police station and informs that we have found him in the missing case file. I am sending you his file, his uncle's contact details are present in the file, you would be able to get more info on him through them.
ASI of Forkat police station makes the print of the file received from Kolark police station and takes the file to his Inspector.
ASI Rawat to Inspetor Adit- Sir we have his identity now sir. He was reported missing in Kolark police station on 23rd July 2010.
Inspector Adit- Show me his file.
ASI Rawat gives the file to his Inspector. Inspector goes through the file and tells so his name is Harshat.
Inspector Adit to ASI Rawat- His uncle lives in Dubai?
ASI Rawat- Yes sir.
Inspector Adit - Ok, call his uncle and inform him that we found his nephew. And also share Harshat's file details with the rest of the department.
ASI Rawat says ok sir and leaves.
ASI Rawat goes to his desk and call Harshat's uncle in Dubai.
Phone rings in Dubai and his uncle picks up the call and says hello.
ASI Rawat- Hello sir, is this Harshat's uncle Mr. Baresh?
Harshat's uncle- Yes I am his uncle Baresh. Who are you?
ASI Rawat- Sir my name is Rawat from Forkat police station, Jubistan.
Mr. Baresh- So you guys found him?
ASI Rawat- Yes, but there is a bad news.
Mr. Baresh- Bad news?
ASI Rawat - Yesterday afternoon we found him dead on the railway track and we think it was a suicide.
Mr. Baresh- shockingly No, he cannot commit suicide, he wasn't like that.
ASI Rawat - Sir, you will have to come to Jubistan.
Mr. Baresh- Ok I will be there tomorrow.
ASI Rawat- And one more thing sir.
Mr. Baresh- Yes.
ASI Rawat- Please bring any hand written notes of Harshat's.
Mr. Baresh- Why?
ASI Rawat- You will know everything once you reach here.
Mr. Baresh- Ok.
ASI Rawat hangs the call and informs Mr. Baresh arrival to his inspector.
Inspector says ok and progress of Harshat's autopsy.
ASI Rawat - Ok sir and leaves.
Inspector calls the President's office and updates President Bala with the new findings in Harshat's case.
SI Ajay comes to the Inspector's office and tells him that we unlocked the phone.
Inspector Adit - Good, Did you find the details of the last call on Harshat's phone?
SI Ajay- His name is Harshat sir?
Inspector Adit - Yes, and his uncle will arrive tomorrow from Dubai.
SI Ajay- Ok sir, the last call on Harshat's phone came from Telfark. The number was registered in the name of Ganesh. Telfark police station verified the number details and said the SIM card was purchased by providing wrong details. I tried to call the number but it's not reachable. Cyber cell is keeping track of the number.
Inspector Adit -OK.
ASI Rawat enters the room with the autopsy report.
Sir, the autopsy report just came.
Inspector Adit - Show me.
ASI Rawat gives the report to his Inspector. Inspector goes through the report and finds nothing new. Inspector feeling unsatisfied with the report drops the autopsy report on his desk.
SI Ajay- What is it sir?
Inspector Adit - Nothing, it was a suicide, that's what the report said and everything else is clean.
Inspector's phone beeps, he looks his phone there was a message from President saying whatsapp me the letter on this number and keep me updated here on Harshat's case.
Inspector Adit asks ASI Rawat to bring the Harshat's file. ASI goes to bring the file.
SI Ajay asks what is it sir.
Inspector- The President is asking for the letter.
SI Ajay- OK sir.
ASI Rawat enters the office with the file.
Inspector Adit clicks the photo of the letter and whatsapp it to the President.
Inspector Adit gets a reply from President- Tomorrow a team from Intelligence Department will also join you during the questioning of Harshat's uncle.
Inspector Adit replies ok sir.
President Bala - How old was he?
Inspector Adit - 27 sir.
President Bala - Ok and the chat ends.
President Bala to his secretary Vikas- I have sent you a letter on whatsapp, get it printed now.
Secretary Vikas- Ok Sir.
Secretary Vikas reads the print out of the letter.
The letter-
Whatever I did, had to be done. I didn't see any other way. My other fellow Kolarks were trying to do it the right way by proposing a country's proposal but the Government never heard us. I don't know why the Government never heard us, they including many citizens wanted us out, so we gave the country's proposal but Government was not even ready to listen. The curfew of 2010 was meant to infiltrate the terrorist organisations, but it tried to infiltrate the Kolarks. I never understood and I will never understand why people hate us. Atleast the government should have been rational towards us considering we also are the citizens of Jubistan but when I somehow was able to come home and saw what the government did to us in the curfew, it completely broke me. All I saw that day in Kolark was death, houses burning, cries which most part of the nation ignored. I have seen the hate speeches of the so called public leader"Gurbaksh" before he became the President and after he became the President, all he wanted was wiping us out. We were never been able to understand this hate, most of the nation considered us as rats and of course rats should be removed from the house, right? so the curfew tried to do it by burning us and the government gave excuse that terrorist did that. Yeah terrorist only wanted to kill the kolarks. Everybody knows that Kolarks don't deserve to live in this nation and that's what we learnt when we were forced to stay in kolarks only and was not getting any jobs in the rest of the country. What we didn't understood was that the government wanted us in a single place so that they can get away with the hideous crime they committed that night under the shadow of the curfew. What I did was wrong, but has to be done so that the rest of the Kolarks can live in peace and that day would come when I can die with satisfaction. Why die? Because I can't live with the crime I have done to conquer the peace for the Kolarks. All my team members are dead, I was the only one alive, now dead when you are reading this letter. I am proud of myself to kill the President because he deserved to die but I am also ashamed of myself for killing those people who had little or no share in the curfew crime. Today I got the news that our Independence was signed, So today was the day of my death.
President Bala while listening to the letter feels sorry for what was being done with the Kolarks since the independence of Jubistan.
Secretary Vikas also feels sorry.
The day of Mr. Baresh arrival.
The 4 member team of Intelligence Department arrives at the Forkat Police Station sharp 10.00 AM in the morning, Hawaldar salutes them and takes the team to the Inspector's office. Inspector greets them welcome sir and offers them to seat. Head of the team says my name is Vikrant and these are my team members. Inspector says my name is Adit.
Vikrant says Mr. Adit, I want to see Harshat's file.
Mr. Adit says, Sir my ASI had already forwarded the copy of Harshat's file to your department, you must have seen it while saying this to Mr. Vikrant, Mr. Adit looks towards his ASI Rawat asking with head indication that you had sent the copy or not, ASI Rawat also head indicates that he had already sent it.
Mr. Vikrant to Inspector Adit- Yes I have seen that copy but I want to go through your copy of file once if you don't mind.
Inspector Adit- Smilingly No sir, why would I mind and gives his copy of file to Mr. Vikrant.
Inspector Adit asks Mr. Vikrant would you like some snacks?
Mr. Vikrant- While looking at all of his 4 members, he says coffee would do, all his members nodes yes.
Inspector Adit calls hawaldar and tells him to bring 4 coffee for the team.
The team have their coffee and goes through Harshat's file.
Around 2.00 PM, Mr. Baresh and his wife reaches the Fotark Police Station.
Mr. Baresh asks hawaldar, Sir where can I find ASI Rawat?
Hawaldar asks who are you?
My name is Mr. Baresh, I am Harshats's uncle, Mr. Rawat called me yesterday.
Hawaldar- OK, come with me and hawaldar takes them to the ASI Rawat and tells him that they are Harshat's Uncle and aunty.
ASI Rawat tells them to seat and informs his Inspector of their arrival.
Inspector Adit says to bring them in. ASI Rawat brings them in.
Inspector Adit offers them to seat but they denies and tells we want to see our nephew first. Inspector Adit takes them to the morgue, they identify their nephew's body and starts crying.
After few minutes, all of them return to the Inspector's office. Inspector makes them seat and offers them water. Team of intelligence enters the Inspector's office. Mr. Baresh looks at the intelligence confusingly and before he asks who are they, Inspector Adit tells Mr. Baresh they are from Intelligence department and are here to ask few questions related to your nephew.
Mr. Baresh- What is it that you want to know about my nephew.
Mr. Vikrant says Mr. Baresh please come with us, Mr. Baresh and his wife follows him to the interrogation room. Mr. Vikrant makes them seat opposite to himself. From the police department side only Inspector Adit was allowed inside the room as per the orders. There was a recording camera set in the interrogation room facing Mr. Baresh and his wife.
Mr. Baresh- Why is here a camera in the room.
Mr. Vikrant- It's nothing, just a simple procedure we follow while questioning, You and your wife doesn't have to worry about it.
Mr. Barjesh looks at Inspector Adit, he convinces him with indication that it's just a procedure.
Mr. Vikrant says we have few questions regarding your son. We will ask them on camera. Shall we start?
Mr. Baresh looks towards the camera and the cameraman and remains silent for few seconds and then looks his wife who was still crying.
Mr. Vikrant asks again, Mr. Baresh...Mr. Baresh, Mr. Baresh looks at him. Mr. Vikrant says are you ok? Here have some water.
Mr. Baresh and his wife drinks some water.
Mr. Vikrant- Shall we start now?
Mr. Baresh nodes yes.
Mr. Vikrant says cameraman to turn on the camera. Cameraman says it's on sir.
Mr. Vikrant- When did you moved to Dubai?
Mr. Baresh- Thinks for few seconds and says may be 1987.
Mr. Vikrant- Do you have any children?
Mr. Baresh- Yes, one girl named Taru.
Mr. Vikrant- Where is she now?
Mr. Baresh- Studying in Dubai, you were supposed to ask about Harshat, Why are you asking me about my daughter?
Mr. Vikrant- We have orders to ask all these, we are just doing our job, see it will be easy if we cooperate.
Mr. Baresh- Alright. When can we take our nephew's body?
Mr. Vikrant- You can have the body after the questioning is over. Did you bring the handwritten notes of Harshat?
Mr. Baresh- Yes.
Mr. Vikrant- Show it to me.
Mr. Baresh gives the notes to Mr. Vikrant and Mr. Vikrant gives those notes to his hand writing expert who was standing near the cameraman. He takes the notes and leaves the interrogation room.
Mr. Vikrant- Now, I need to know about Harshat from his birth.
Mr. Baresh- He was the son of my elder brother Mr. Ashik and his wife Sunain.
Mr. Vikrant- Where are they?
Mr. Baresh- They are dead.
Mr. Vikrant- When and how did that happen?
Mr. Baresh- It happened in 2010 during the curfew, we were not able to see their body also. Harshat received a call from his mother in 2010 when the curfew was announced. They said that we might not be able to talk to him until the curfew is over because nationwide mobile and internet services will be turned off. They also spoke to me and my wife regarding Harshat that is he doing fine there? How is his job going?,etc.,.,
Mr. Vikrant- What job was he into?
Mr. Baresh- He was a software Engineer.
Mr. Vikrant- When did he moved to Dubai? tell me about his schooling and college.
Mr. Baresh- Looking at the situation of Kolarks in Jubistan, his Parents sent him to Dubai to study and live with us. He was 6 years old when he came to Dubai. He was home tutored by his mom till 6 years of his age.
Mr. Vikrant- How often did he visit his parents in Kolark?
Mr. Baresh- We used to visit them during the vacations only.
Mr. Vikrant- You filed him missing in Kolark Police Station in the year 2010?
Mr. Baresh- Yes, after the curfew was announced over, for days Harshat tried to reach his parents through call, but wasn't able to connect to them, so he decided to go to Kolark because the news was showing that the houses were burnt down during the curfew in Kolark only, he wasn't able to sleep. I wanted to accompany him but he said let me go first and see the situation then I will call you, but since the day he left, I was not able to reach him either. My wife told me you should go to Kolark and try to find him, so I went there and reported him missing. I stayed there for 2 weeks, but the police was not showing much effort in finding him because they were busy in collecting and identifying dead bodies. At some point we became so hope less that we thought he is dead. The government never released the number of people died in the curfew, all they gave was only excuses that we both have seen. So I went back to Dubai and kept calling the Kolark Police Station since then.
Mr. Vikrant- See I have to tell you something that we found out from his body.
Mr. Baresh- What is it?
Mr. Vikrant shows the first line of the letter to Mr. Baresh, and says do you recognise the handwriting?
Mr. Baresh says yes, it's Harshat's handwriting.
At the same time, the hand writing expert enters the room and he whispersin Vikrant's ear - Sir it's a match, it's Harshat's hand writing.
Mr. Vikrant- I want you to read this letter.
Mr. Baresh reads the letter and while reading he was getting shocked and surprised too, after reading the letter his wife takes the letter and starts to read it while Mr. Baresh shockingly tells Mr. Vikrant that it can't be his, he cannot do that.
Mr. Vikrant- It's him, you just recognised his handwriting which confirms that it's his letter and my hand writing expert also confirmed that it's Harshat's hand writing after comparing both the hand writing.
Mr. Baresh- Yes but...
Mr. Vikrant interrupts him and says him to see the CCTV footage that he intentionally committed suicide.
Mr. Baresh was not ready to accept the fact that he would choose this path. You all must be framing him since you guys failed to catch the assassinator.
Mr. Vikrant- See it's not up to you to decide whether he did it or not, the court will decide it, we have the evidence of his crime which you confirmed also that the handwriting is his.
Mr. Vikrant tells the cameraman to turn off the camera as the questioning was over, the team was leaving the room and Mr. Baresh kept crying and saying it cannot be Harshat. Harshat cannot do it, he was a good son. But they didn't listen and leaves.
Mr. Baresh and his wife takes Harshat's body from the Police after signing the handing over papers and performs his funeral the same evening when they were questioned.
12th March, 2012.
On 3rd March, 2012, the paper of Kolarks Independence Day was signed by the President of Jubistan and the day of independence was decided to be on 12th March, 2012.
Kolarks celebrated their Independence Day.
Harshat's court hearing was also on 12th March, 2012. After the trial, the Judge said, since he is dead we cannot punish him for the hideous crime he committed that also left the economy at the worst of all time. The court finds him guilty of mass murder and his photo must be kept in prison forever.
Thanks for reading. Hope the reader liked this chapter.
Chapter Two (The Curfew) will be available soon.
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2020.09.13 11:47 fgs78ejlfs My mom in China keeps mentioning moving here with me in the US.

A few background is that I grew up in China and my mother was physically and emotionally abusive. However in the traditional Chinese culture parents are always on the right. I am still expected to take care of her when she gets old, especially I am an only child. My mother does not quite admit what exactly she did to me but I remember a lot of stuff. She is somehow very proud that I am now very successful and takes credit for that.
I was taken to the heart doctor as a kid. I had irregular breath pattern. Turned out my heart is ok, my irregular breath pattern is physiological. I fear every day. When I see an adult, I wonder if I can ever become one. It is so difficult every day, how can I make it for another 20 years?
She would beat me on the top of my head, saying ohhh I wish you brian get damaged so you will be more quite. Even if I just told her I cannot finish the ice cream i am full. I cannot be tired, cannot be sleepy, cannot be too silence, cannot be too loud, cannot be hungry, cannot be full. I just get beaten for random reasons. She also threw furnitures out the window where there are pedestrians passing by, because my dad bought a furniture she does not like.
I like when my mom has her friends over. She does not beat me or yell at me in front of her friends. Maybe some slight negative remarks that is all. Sometimes I have to talk to those aunties. Those aunties are cool, they supported me. They listened to me.
I have to really really admit it to myself. My mother is violent, abusive both physically and emotionally. I am hurt.
I live in the US and my husband is American. I am very assimilated to the western culture and I know from a western point of view I have every right to refuse a multiple generational living situation, especially when my mother was abusive.
I needed a very firm confident to say no. Despite how much she is going to try, I am not living in a multigenerational household. It is just bad for my health. I tried so hard to leave when I was from and make a good life, I do no want to be hunted with those unpleasant experiment.
Even my husband because he is always very western in terms of value, strongly supports that we do not live in multigenerational household. I just have to confront my mother and no matter how much shame I experiment, do not cave in.
I am not lacking any sympathy for my mother, who grew up with extreme poverty and propaganda. I was the hope of upward mobility and status. I also won’t think she would abuse my children since I already earned the status and face she needed. And she know in some sense I am the way I am, very westernized and independent, because of how I was raised.
However, she will keep taking credit for my current achievement and try to show me off to her friends as a trophy, and deny how I was hurt. I am, jn some way, just being used as a tool. I have the potential to bring her the social status she did not have, but I am not at the same time a person with feeling and needs. Even just today she admitted children is a product of a mother. I do not agree. Children are just independent individuals who need support until them come to age.
The traditional kongfusion value where parents have the absolute authority is also a tool she used to shame me. She is like “how can you forget your mom who raised you”. However I think the value system itself failed to hold parents accountable. It is unfair for the kids who grew up in an abusive environment.
She also keeps lecturing me the notion that parents are more important than spouse. How she and my father divorce and became enemy. I am sorry that their marriage did not work out, but I believe in my own marriage. We have each other understanding, support and sympathy, we are not my mom and my dad.
She claims victory of my “success”. She thinks she raised me well. I am not a “success”. I worked so hard, not to be successful, just to be safe. I have no other choice. I had to study really hard, get a school in US, go to interviews, get a job in US, go on dates, with my awkward English, because I have to find myself a safe place. I am still working a highly demanding job and doing my best. I am still working on my relationship with my husband despite that I have so much trauma.
I battle with self esteem issue, shame, fear, and I know I need my space from the person who contribute to a decent portion of my trauma. I did not know what I needed and might not be able to stand up for myself. But I do now. I am learning a bit every day.
I am still a sentimental person however I do not miss my childhood. Those colorful salsa I have in Florida really brings up the sentimental feeling I have. Chinese home cooked meal just does not.
Thanks for all the comments! I am flattered with all these warmth and sympathy. I straighten thing out with her earlier and I was quite kind but unapologetic. I think I did it! I would still be friends with her but I am in charge of the boundaries and not longer the pushover.
Another thing is I set my default app to use with my phone to be reddit instead of wechat(Chinese chat/social media app) . Other app is Youtube, Gmail and LinkedIn. These sources are much healthier than what I see with wechat. Check my wechat less often.
She did not treat me with compassion and empathy. And she never well. I might think she changes. But she does not. She will do what she has to get me to think she is different. But she is the same. Manipulate. Guilt trip.
Some kids were raised with sympathy, support and compassion. However not all kids are that lucky. Some parents are just toxic and kids just have to distance themselves. No shame.
Of course she might have a very lonely senior year. And I feel sorry for her. She also makes me feel more sorry for her by telling me how lonely she is. But you know what? If someone decides to be a toxic abusive parent, they might have to be a lonely senior. She did not feel sorry for me when I was that helpless child who fear every day and could not breath. I shall not feel sorry for her.
“孝” means respect the parents. However, just like a lot of traditional, this concept needs some update. There are people who suffer from childhood abuse, they probably spend most of their childhood thinking it is all their fault, that they are bad kids. As a adult they need a lot of reflection work just to recognize that their caregivers were abusive. They need their prescription which is boundary with their abuser. It is just like people who needs medication, glasses, hearing aids, wheelchairs. You cannot deny people of their need. These people have to set their own prescription based on their own situations. It is case by case. They don’t deserve more judgement. I cannot live with my mother for more than one week a year. That is what I need. And I don’t have to judge myself for needing.
I find Latin American food very sentimental. I mean I cannot look at taco and salsa and not smile. I guess Latin American food is the biggest food discovery (there are American fast food in china but no Mexican food, cuban food, Peruvian food, etc) when I moved to the US that is my I have this emotional attachment to Latin American food.
I also find rock and roll very sentimental.
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2020.09.10 07:12 NamaeDesuka **TW/RAPE** I (23f) just found out my brother (22) raped our first cousin (17f) a few years ago, my family told her not to press charges, and instead just made him move to New York with my Mom (40)

Starting off let’s just say my family is very.... not together. My parents are divorced, my father is a drug addict and an unreported child molester, my mom’s parents (also divorced) were immigrants because of the Vietnam War, and my aunts (mom’s close cousins) always told me growing up I was dramatic (when really I was undiagnosed with depression) and ungrateful of the life I’ve been given. They were raised conservative but they’re not as traditional as their parents. Because they consistently were toxic and claimed it was “tough love” as soon as I got away from my home town, I stayed away. I’ve moved states away at this point. My brother is very awkward. He will make references to things only he understands, he doesn’t have much friends, and he doesn’t quite seem to comprehend other people’s feelings or read the room.
Our ethnic traditions states you cannot marry someone with the same last name. As a wife, you must tend to the children, cook, clean, tend to your husband, and obey his rules, etc. tradition is very misogynistic.
My first cousin moved to California when she was a toddler, her parents were trying to work things out and moved with her father’s family. Just recently her parents called it quits, and her mom moved back to my home state. My cousin is now preteens, I can’t quite recall because I was not living in my hometown and struggling with my mental health. My brother who is basically an adult at this point, became very close to her. I was close to the boys in my family, so I never thought much of it. I also was never there to witness firsthand what was going on.
Suddenly, my mom tells me that she is visiting my home town and would like to see me. She is going to make my brother move with her. Because “something bad” happened. She explains to me (mind you, I’m not very bright, you have to spell things out for me) that my brother and cousin had been close and “everyone suspected something was going on.” She even said they were dating at some point. But it ended when “something bad happened.”
The aunts knew. My mom knew. My grandparents knew. My grandmother said, “well, at least they didn’t have the same last name.” One of my uncles told my cousin to not press charges against my brother because “you shouldn’t make decisions when you’re mad.”
Two nights ago I was talking to my cousin, now 17, and I asked her if she enjoyed the yearly Labor Day weekend cabin trip. She informed me she didn’t go because of my brother.
I asked her why that was such a big deal, considering I had no idea what was going on besides the fact they dated.
She then asked if I knew he raped her. I replied that I was not informed of that. I was told they dated.
My cousin corrected me and said they were not dating. My brother was very very touchy with her. Being trusting of him she didn’t know better, but it led to him raping her. When it got out, my brother confessed to raping her. But my cousin states the aunties were pushing her not to press charges against my brother. Even if they said she could if she wanted. My cousin never did.
My brother ended up moving with my mom, seeing therapy and then quit soon after he started.
I don’t know what to do. I don’t know how to digest all of this. My brother isn’t right in the head. He never was and I will not have that as an excuse for his actions. It disgusts me. My family disgusts me.
I cut off my aunts/uncles already because they’re so self centered and unsympathetic. I messaged my mom asking why she would defend him after what he did. Why she would protect a rapist. I don’t blame her, though, he wouldn’t last a day by himself. He’s completely clueless.
I want to cut my brother off. Ive always known my brother to be a big f*ckin airhead. Who couldn’t take care of himself. Who didn’t have an idea what to do with anything in life. I cant believe my dumb little brother would do something so awful. But I just can’t bring myself to keep in touch anymore. To look at him. To remember his existence without wishing I could kill all relationships permanently with my family.
How do I cope? Do I talk to my mom about the whole situation? Do I even keep her in my life? I don’t even know why I’m so confused on what to do. I’m so shocked.
EDIT: please don’t share this, this post is already getting more and more views than I expected. I really don’t want this getting out especially since my cousin doesn’t know about me posting this.
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2020.09.09 23:58 orangesforfishes My best friend confided in me that she is a home wrecker! Help!

Short version: my (now ex) best friend of 4-5 years confided in me that she slept with a mutual friend's husband recently while the wife was in bed not feeling well because she was very very pregnant. Should I tell the wife?
Long version: my best friend (I will call her Trina), has always been close to our other friends, a married couple with kids. (I will call them Will and Sarah). Will has made passing comments to Trina that made Sarah uncomfortable. Comments about her being allowed to come over whenever she wants, even if Sarah isn't home. Over the years, Trina and Will have always been closer than Sarah and Trina. But Trina is an "auntie" figure to Will and Sarah's kids, so Sarah got past it, and Trina continued to stay close to the family. Recently, Trina got a job out of state and moved. She was dating a guy at the time, and they planned to move there together. Before she moved, she visited Sarah and Will and their kids for a sort of "goodbye day" where they did fun things with the kids and spent time together. Sarah was very pregnant at this time, and wasn't feeling well. So after their other kids went to bed, she also went to bed. Leaving Trina and Will alone. They decided to get drunk together, and ended up sleeping together.... Several times that night. Trina moved, and shortly after broke up with her boyfriend. (Probably because she felt bad cheating?). But they never told Sarah what happened. It's been a few months now, and Trina has come back home for visits, and every time she comes back she visits Will, Sarah, and the kids. Sarah usually posts something nice on Facebook about how "Trina is such a good auntie to the kids!" Or something, and it bothers me. I hate that Will and Trina are okay with sneaking around and not telling Sarah about what they did. Especially when Sarah has been so welcoming to Trina. I confronted Trina about it, and she told me she had no intention of ever telling Sarah because she doesn't want to ruin their family. But refuses to distance herself either. She didn't seem to feel guilty about it and said that "Will has always wanted to sleep with me. It was going to happen eventually.". This made me sick, and I told Trina I could no longer have her in my life. Fast forward a few weeks, and Sarah had her baby. Trina came back home to visit them, meet the baby, bring gifts, ect. And again, Sarah made comments on facebook about how amazing she is and how lucky they are to have her around. This is upsetting to me, and I want reddit's advice. Have you ever been in a situation like this? What did you do? Should I tell Sarah? I'm not close to Sarah but I still care about her. I feel dirty knowing their secret, and I can't decide if I should do anything about it or not. I know I'm not involved and it's not my business, but me knowing this, and being around Sarah and Will, makes me feel like I am involved. Because I'm keeping this secret from Sarah now, too.
Side notes: we are all in our mid/early 20's, Will and Sarah DO NOT have an open relationship, all of their children are under the age of 7, and Will works with my husband on the weekends.
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2020.09.09 13:18 luckybarsteward I feel like my ex (f24) had bpd to the point where I’m starting to think maybe I’m the bpd person? (M24)

Hi this is my first ever reddit post, so apologies if this isn’t the correct way to post!
During Covid-19 I met someone via Instagram, I’ve never been in a serious relationship before so i welcomed this with open arms.
After 3 days of talking to my ex, she stated about how perfect I was and how she was starting to fall in love with me (I was apprehensive at first but maybe I thought it was fate). We met a few days later and I asked her to be my girlfriend to which she said ‘no but I’ll be your wife’.
I initially thought she was joking so I proposed to her in a jokey way but she took it seriously and said yes I do to which she started telling all her friends about the proposal.
At this point I was happy and didn’t mind the proposal as I’m a bit too much of a Romanticist but I’ve never been so happy before so I went through with it.
My ex has always had issues at home, as she said she’s been domestically abused by her parents and sexually by her aunty. So she has been looking to move out for years now but she has no money at all.
Initially this relationship started out perfect but one day I didn’t answer her call, while she was having a panic attack. So she threatened to break up with me (as a matter in fact I did call but she never received it).
She told me if I don’t come to visit her, she will lock herself in her room and never come out. So I called up her dad (she gave me his number) and had an awkward first call about who I was and about his daughter. (I only knew her for a week at this point)
I ended up visiting her and calmed her down. For the next few weeks I was seeing her everyday and she introduced me to all her friends and family about her new fiancé.
One day she called me about issues at home and how she couldn’t handle it and how it’s too much for me to handle so she should break up with me. A couple hours later I was furious and she wanted to talk about how she ‘needs me’. I ignored it.
This is where the story picks up.
3am the same night she calls me and is in the back of a police car telling me how she’s called police on her family and how she’s going to a homeless shelter. Me being foolishly still ‘in love with her’ told the police to come to my house and I ended up booking a Hotel for 2 weeks just so she can sort out her issues.
Whenever we would get intimate she would deeply regret it after but then she would initiate it and I would be very confused, asking her questions like ‘do you regret what you’re about to do’. One day we finally had sex and she started crying after about how unpure this is and that we should get married to prevent sinning and how we are soul mates.
LIKE AN IDIOT, I entertained it and I got married to her in secret thinking I’ll tell my family about it later in 6 months so that there will be no issues in bringing her to my home. We both come from an Asian background .
Mind you my ex was homeless at this point with nowhere to go and she ended up staying in a refuge centre. I couldn’t bring her home because my family would not accept her so there was a lot of pressure there.
I tried being there financially for her but there was a lot of pressure as I don’t earn enough. Only £25k a year.
There would be daily suicide threats and her telling me to get anger management therapy and the fact we need to do marriage councilling and it’s tough because I had to fall asleep on FaceTime because of her ptsd and answer he every call to prove that ‘I love her’.
I was surviving on 2 hours sleep a day during the time I was with her until we broke up and ended things. I got tired of the constant criticism/ rollercoaster of emotions yet I still loved her.
Partially it was my fault that we ended things because we signed no contract and in an argument I said she wasn’t my wife to which she had a panic attack followed by vomiting. I consoled her but at that point I had enough and was stressed the fuck out.
On the day we broke up she decided to call police on me for harassment and called my family telling my mum of our marriage and how we were sleeping together every night.
I was so shocked and distraught that I called her older sister informing that she’s been living in a shelter and all the information she’s told me about her abusive family.
What’s odd is that her family seemed nice and I felt like I was in a scene of get out at times because I didn’t know who to believe.
2 months on I am depressed to the point where I miss my ex so much and I’ve contemplated suicide because of the stress it’s caused me and my family. I realise I get fixated on people that I date at the time but this one woman got me believing we were soulmates and that we were made for each other. I tried to contact her a few times to try and rekindle things but she told me ‘ I was the worst mistake of her life and ruined her life’
What’s worse is that her family that she hated so much and ran away from, she ended up moving in with them again which is confusing the fuck out of me because she got me on a hate campaign with them, only to move back in like it’s happy days.
She told mutual friends about how bad of a husband I was and how abusive and physical I used to get, which stresses me the fuck out because I’ve been sexually abused before and for her to compare me to an abuser is killing me inside.
On the day we ended things she called all her ‘abusive ex’s’ to catch up and informing them of the ordeal to which I am so confused about.
I’ve been reading this group a lot and everyone says I dodged a bullet, even the police said so but I miss this woman so much that I’ve tried everything to make it work but again I’m worried of her putting more charges on me. And worried that I won’t ever find happiness again.
TLDR: met via insta, met her family in a week, threats of breakup randomly, she called police on her family, we got married, got divorced, she called my mum to tell her what happened between us, she moved back in with her family, called police on me for being abusive, and is now back on dating sites like everything is normal.
I am suicidal and depressed thinking I’ll never find happiness again. My friends told me from day one she was crazy but I never believed them. Thinking they were jealous instead.
Thank you for reading if you’ve made it this far!
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2020.09.09 02:53 comeinsidemyhead Not me crying at 1am because my mum constantly ignores me (and my dad is abusive so he isn't around anymore)

Surprisingly im someone who's an over achiever, straight A student, talented and everything. I knos that so many parents would genuinely love me as their kid, not even to be vain. I genuinely don't do anything like i barely go out, i dont party at all or drink or do any drugs, ive been consistently a straight A student my whole like, i dont date. Like that even matters, even if i was the worst kid i think i deserve for my mum to acknowledge my existence.
I don't talk to her a lot, because I've gotten used to being ignored so i have just learnt to isolate myself and stay in my room where i just study most od the time. Occasionaly, say once a day when I'm in the kitchen to eat something (where she usually sits) i say some small comment like "hey mama" and she completely ignores me and i say something else like "hows ur day" nothing. Others have picked up on it too, for example my uncle has mentioned that she ignores me and loves her phone more than she loves me, so did a cleaner who came to clean the house and my aunty. I have bought it up before, i used to quite alot, its been going on for like 7 years (since i was 11 maybe). Im aware that probably noone cares anyways. When i used to mention it to her shed say im lying or dramatic statements like "yes im the worst, even worse than your dad" or she would insult me and say "you're exactly like you dad" or shed tlel me to leave the house. She does talk to others, she calls my uncle like 4 times a dday to make sure hes eaten or to check up and they talk for a long time. Hes around 46 (an actual grown ass man who isnt her child) .She talks to people on the internet quite a lot.
Its like she fucking hates my guts.
Its made me feel suicidal, when i was 11 i went to her bec i was on the brink of suicide (i used to get bullied severly and i was extremely depresses and dissociating) i told her that i know she doesnt talk to me but i feel like im going to kill myself because i have noone at all and noone likes me and she just told me to kill myself.
Anyways right now im trying to do well in school and studying a lot but I'm just feeling depressed and so extremely alone and my thoughts just keep returning to suicide (i wont do anything to harm myself theyre jist thoughts that taunt me).
But i literally am so deeply alone that i sat on the bathroom floor and cried.
Anyways yh thats my life ✌️😔✌️ fun.
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