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I apologize if this is rambling but I have been trying to collect my thoughts for a long time…
I am at a complete loss as to what to do about the dead bedroom my wife and I are going through these days. A little background:
We met in April of 2016 and moved in together about 6 months later and were engaged after about a year. We were married in 2017 and she got pregnant with our daughter in 2018. All throughout the time we were dating/engaged and first married we had a really good sex life. Once she got pregnant she had zero sex drive. I know that pregnancy can mess with hormones a lot so I didn’t think too much about it. After she gave birth her libido never returned. Since she got pregnant I could probably count on one hand the number of times we have had sex. We are nearing the 4 year mark of the last time we had sex. I have tried multiple different things to get her in the mood such as planning fun dates, romantic dates etc. I also know her love language is acts of service so I have tried cleaning up the entire house to relieve that stress off of her.
We have had multiple conversations about our sex life (or lack thereof) and have never resolved anything. Last October I finally told her I felt like I wanted us to try and find some kind of counseling to see if that could help. The night I asked her about this she was upset (and rightfully so, I can understand why she would have an emotional response to it) and felt like it was sprung on her but neither of us has mentioned it since then.
I am looking for any kind of advice on what I can say or do to find a way to resolve this. In every other way she is a great partner and mother but this has really taken a toll on me. Mentally i understand it should not be impacting my self confidence but it really has. I am not looking for the “get divorced” or “find someone else to have sex with” advice but real honest advice about how I can either help her resolve it or something I can say to help her see that counseling may be the right option.

What's worse than a sick muskrat on your piano? § < Morgan-LeFay > 2023-06-02 16:48
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: . . : . . Ryan is always welcome in my house. ❤️ § < Morgan-LeFay > 2023-06-02 16:50
: . . A diseased beaver on your organ. § < Morgan-LeFay > 2023-06-02 16:49
: . . Gerbils in your butt? Roaches in your bed § < Have-pride-fruits > 2023-06-02 16:50

I got an email saying I could apply for housing around late april but i did not submit the application till mid may because I was unsure if I wanted to proceed with on campus housing or not. I am getting a little tense seeing how people have already started receiving housing contracts and am unsure of what to do. Have i totally screwed my chances of getting on campus housing? I am international and I saw somewhere that priority is given to international and out of state students. Also have tried getting in touch with housing directly.

I've had waterproof vinyl plank throughout my small house for the last 4 years. I regularly sweep and vacuum, but have only mopped once in the past. This is disgusting to me, I know. But its been so long and it got so overwhelming because of that. For now, at least the kitchen is mopped.
Please recommend easy mops or liquid floor cleaning devices. I used a regular mop and bucket today but I have no idea how clean the floors actually got. Ugh

So, yeah, that's basically the point of it. My best friend (f 28), after finally getting out of her last abusive relationship, is caught in another.
We're friends for well over 7 years now. We've met when she was still in the relationship with the other guy (they have a kid together). I didn't really interfere too much in that relationship, besides a once in a while, carefully placed "don't you think you deserve better?".They were together since 4 years, before I even met her, so i always felt like it's not really my place to judge.
Since I know her they would break up & get back together again almost every other month... After multiple escalating incidents (him hitting her & apparently the kid too), she finally left him for good.
It was a hard time for her, but after months or so she finally agreed that it was for the better.
She was single for a while, like a year or 1 1/2 until she met her current... I don't even want to call him "partner"... Anyways. The first time I met him I already knew, I don't like him, he's not good for her, she'll end up in a similar situation. So I told her. " I don't think this is a good idea." She AGREED WITH ME!! So I didn't think about it anymore, because he'd be gone in no time, right? Wrong!! A few weeks later she tells me "oh, were together now". That was the second time I told her "I don't think this is a good idea".
But who am I to tell her what to do and don't do. So I left it at that. When I visited her, I anyways tried to be nice, even though I hated his guts.
November last year, I get the message of her hand with A RING ON IT!! Nothing else. Just the photo. That was the first time I sent her a looong message, telling her WHY I don't think it is a good idea & that I really don't like him. I was so afraid that my message would destroy our friendship..!!
She was quite stunned, but we got over it, talked about it and got back to how it was before, besides the fact that she now KNEW I really don't like him & why. With many things she even agreed with me!!!
A month ago she called me, crying, telling me they broke up. I didn't even hesitated & drove down to her (it's a roughly 5 hour car ride for me) to support her. She told me a lot about what happened, for example that she ALREADY KICKED HIM OUT OF THE HOUSE 4 (!!!) TIMES in the last half year!!! But he's basically guilt tripping her into letting him come back. She agrees with me, and yet can't find the strength to kick him out for good. Because she is so terrified of being alone. I lend her money, she "owed" him, so he wouldn't have that as a reason to stay in touch.
Today i found out (she didn't even tell me) that they are back together again. (So i asked for my money back, from him. But this whole rant is not even about the money, it's just an additional puzzle piece)
Anyway, I really don't know what to do at this point anymore. I am shocked how much this effects me, as my heart rate goes up, when I just hear his fucking name! My boyfriend just tells me "don't worry too much, it's not your relationship". And I know he is right, but still, this is just getting out of hand. Why does this bother me SO MUCH. It's this normal? Or is this already unhealthy?
For everyone reading this whole paragraph, thank you! For everyone sharing their thoughts on it, an even bigger thank you!

I miss my wife. She passed 3 years ago and I sleep in the same room she died in. What the hell is wrong with me? I can't bring myself to move, but I have not seen another human being in person for almost three years. She did not approve of me seeing other people. It upset her that I would want to spend any time away from our house. Now I just live here alone, still afraid of her. I do not know what the hell I am supposed to do. I loved her more than anything. Nothing matters more to be than expecting her wishes, but I am alone. Is there anything more than this ?

Remember that you will own nothing and you will be happy 😃
Also bugs are healthier than beef and produce nearly no greenhouse gases. Wake up people the government knows best. The billionaires will pay us all a living wage for free so we can live in our mothers house forever.

I had a water damage incident in my house and am working on claiming items that are are total losses. Most items are easy enough to find the exact matches or reasonably matches for, but a few things I cannot find any reference for.
It's a few anime and concert posters that were given away as promotional items at conventions, some of which were signed.
In some cases the events were small enough that I cannot find a single instance of the poster every being sold online or if so, I cannot find any reference to a signed copy. I'm not looking to suggest any of these are "priceless", but don't know where to begin on any sort of value or replacement cost. Are there any suggestions on how to proceed?

I recently started a job for a small organizing company. It’s only about 20 employees so we don’t qualify for benefits. Recently I have been transporting household hazardous waste from clients in my personal vehicle. They have me transporting things like gasoline, explosive/flammable materials like cleaning sprays, automotive products, propane, paint thinners, etc from clients houses or garages. I wasn’t given any training on safety and I also haven’t been told any of the protocols on what happens if I was to get hurt. This stuff was also not made clear to me when I was hired. I was hired as an “Administrative Assistant” who also “occasionally” helps with client organizing/cleaning jobs but so far I’ve been running unsafe errands like this, being asked to lift heavy materials, pick up other unsafe items (rotting wood, crumbling plastic, machinery) from clients by myself (I’m a 24yo female and I only weigh like 115 pounds so I can’t physically do a lot of the things that I’m being asked to do). I’ve also been asked to drive my boss’s personal vehicle which I guess can also be considered the business vehicle but I’m not insured for it. I’m going to try to ask my boss for more clarity on this stuff this week but I was just wondering if any of this could be a legal issue, an unethical business practice, or something else I should be aware of before I speak to my boss?

My mom got a letter from a participant at her yoga class and my father thinks she is cheating now and he is being very agresive now threatening her to leave the house, doesn't let her sleep and asks her for that guys number and I tried to convince my mother to give him the fucking number but she doesn't want them to fight cause my dad doesn't seem that he only wants to fight ( i hope I'm wrong) and now my mother wants to move out with me but I can't take a decision like this this fast How can I stop this if he doesn't want to stop till he gets the number and she won't give the number cause she doesn't want to involve a random guy in this shit hole

Sometimes I feel like I'm a teenager but I'm actually almost thirty years old... And I don't know if it's my fault that I feel things or have thoughts that I shouldn't have at this age.
I wonder why people have so much evil inside in the first place? And why do they tend to think that they are the center of the universe? I will not deny it, I have also sometimes thought that the universe revolves around me when that is not the case. When you get obsessed with it, you start to see thousands of signs that you are right even if you are not.
On the other hand, I think I made a mistake when I exposed myself to the public... I have never been good at accepting criticism. I am a person who overthinks everything and any comment can be kept in my mind for months... That's when he asked me if at this age I should be worrying about these things?
The more I get away from the internet world, the more stable I am mentally... This year I have started to change all the things that made me feel bad and I think I have to keep moving forward in what makes me feel good emotionally.
Right now I feel like I'm giving too much information, about who I am, what I have, what I don't have, what I buy, what I don't buy... And people can use that against me, to criticize me, to analyze me, to take away a certain image of me. And I'm just a normal person, but a normal person doesn't share their stuff online, do they?
I feel sorry in a way, because I had discovered a world that I liked and I think I was able to connect with people, but when you expose yourself to social networks you have to be prepared for both good and bad comments, and I am not Prepared for the bad guys. And if I'm not now, I'll never be. Today a girl has been saying that I base my content on copying from her, when it hasn't been like that at all. But she thinks so and she watches my videos looking for similarities to justify copying me. She also checks what I have on my Amazon wish list, which is a link that I had posted on Twitch and I haven't been on Twitch for more than half a year... is that normal?
And it's not for her, it's for those who have already been like her and for those who will be like her in the future, I don't want to be judged. I don't want to feel like this, especially when it comes to something I do for fun but that doesn't amuse me if it causes me this tension.
So after thinking about it, I think that the solution would be to start from scratch on the internet, thinking carefully about what I want to share and not showing my face, my house, or any information that could make us understand who I am. That or delete all the networks and stay only with tiktok.
Sorry for the long text :(

So the AC is relatively new put in by the last owners about 3 years ago. Ran fine and I do not know what proceeded its current issue since I was away for 3 days but when I came back it was 77 in the house instead of 72. The ac had no issues last yea when I bought the house right about this time of the year keeping up with the high summer temps but now its at 79 in the house and 90 outside. The ac seems to run like its supposed, the air coming out of the vent however is not as cold as it used to be, its not hot its just cool not cold. It runs for around 10 minutes and shuts off and hasnt cooled even 1 degree off the 79 in hours. In fact I just looked and its now 80.
The unit itself is closed, this is the first time I have actually seen the thing sealed up and I am not willing to undo all that because IIRC its still under a 5 year warranty and I am sure not messing with that is part of it. I checked the filter and it was pretty icky I do admt I forgot about the filter so its been a bout 6 months since it was last washed out and I Have pets. I washed it out last night let it dry and put it back and it did not seem to help. I just took it out again and looked at it more closely and can see it is pretty clogged up still, so I took it back out to rinse out again. Frankly it doesnt seem to be coming clean its got alot of pet hair clumps that wont come out of the mesh thats in the front and back of it. Should I pickup a new filter? If I do its going to be one use ones.

Right this might be a long one, and a very messy one at that.
So my friend (NB26) started showing interest in me (NB22) after we made out at a halloween party last year, they messaged me saying they still thought about kissing me and sent me a letter professing their love me, I at the time felt very overwhelmed by this and didn't know how to let them down because they were my friend and I didnt mean much by the kiss as growing up I used to go to house parties and make out with my friends all the time, but I know that the kiss had much larger implications for them as it was the first time kissing an AFAB person after growing up in a very homophobic country.
I am poly and have been with my partner (24F) for 6 years, I have dated quite a few people during our relationship although the longest partner lasting just about a year. They are new to polyamory and have a Wife (25F) who they've been with for 5 years. I am also friends with their wife but not as close as I am with them, me and my partner are in a friendship group with them and three others.
Even though I was hesitant at first and unsure on my feelings I basically let them down not in the best way (mostly just ignoring this was happening) But then they professed their feelings for me again and I agreed after much thought that I also have feelings for them which I definitely do now. We went on our first date and it was amazing and we kissed again, and we went on a few dates after that, with me putting in a boundary that I wasn't ready to label anything until after I finish my degree (at the end of this month) but things have gone rapidly downhill.
Their wife came out as trans and is struggling hugely with their mental health, (dysphoria and trauma). And they confessed to me that she's gone back on her decision that our relationship was okay after us growing closer to eachother because its "become too real" and that our relationship is triggering her because she's being brought back to her past partner cheating on her. They've even going to couples counselling to try and resolve this issue. Their wife being mentally unwell at the moment is taking a massive strain on their marriage, and I've sort of become a source of console for the person I was trying to develop a relationship too, but I don't think its healthy how much they tell me about every thing that their wife is doing that's making them feel awful cause it's painting their wife in a very bad outlook when I already hold some resentment of her putting the breaks on our relationship.
We also had a two week break where we wouldn't see eachother, as they thought it might help her wife settle down and stop being triggered by me, but I'm not sure that it's helped anything and just make me feel pushed away and discarded. We met up recently after they messaged me basically calling everything off where I tried to tell them that I could wait although probably an unhealthy outlook I really love them I can't stop thinking about them and all I want to be is be with them, I feel like there's been a glass wall been put between us, just when things were going somewhere.
But now I don't know what to do I feel caught between a marriage I feel like a therapist for my friend, all I want to do is make everything better but I don't know how to do that I just feel heartbroken and exhausted.

My grandma’s house is being put on the market soon. There is still a lot of stuff in her house following an estate sale and it needs to go. Stop by Tuesday June 6th between 9:00am - 3:00pm for free things. Please knock, my father will be there. 7531 Valley Villas Drive Parma, OH

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Hey reddit, let me start out with an apology for any errors I make, I'm dyslexic, this is my first time posting here, and I'm still really anxious and upset about everything going on, in particular as I have diagnosed PTSD and G.A.D. It also is probably appropriate to give a trigger warning for just about anything one could be sensitive too, from assault, to cancer, to death, because my life has had it all lately.... This is the very long winded story of how my neighbor couple, who are a toxic combination of entitled and addicted to some kind of uppers, are trying to make my life a living hell, and, how I am not retaliating and it's somehow making them even more hateful...
Relevant backstory about me/my home situation- I (36F) bought my house all by myself (yah!) in 2016 before everything got super expensive. I am a career musician, but because what I make performing in an indie band and in royalties varies WILDLY from year to year, I also am proud to be the primary child care provider for my niece, and three other long time family friend's children who are now between the ages of 5 and 7 but have come to my home for daycare and even over nights and weekends sometimes since they were infants we're all like a little extended family. I live alone other than my little pets and the children who are often here.
In June 2022 I was misdiagnosed with Inflammatory Breast Cancer (most deadly kind of breast cancer) and spent 6 weeks helping my parents and the kids and my friends get ready to help me... then lose me basically, before it was determined it was NOT inflammatory breast cancer (yah!) I just had Regular old precancerous tissue being made to look even worse than it was because the tissue had also developed an antibodic-resistant infection allll over the tissue under my breast. Ultimately good news except the very next day one of the moms in our little childcare group died instead. Like some kind of nasty joke God was making that wasn't funny and I'm still not over. Then, my insurance company decided to fight me over surgery to have the tissue and infection removed while cycling me through endless rounds of antibiotics and more invasive (but cheaper for my insurance) treatments. I did the best I could to keep up with my home and life and still help with the kids but I was *really really* sick until February of this year (2023) when I finally got my surgery, and I'm still really struggling with the lose of my friend both for myself and her son. I also have no money or savings or anything of a safety net left anymore. I had to access it all while I was sick and paying for my surgery/medical care (so you now know I'm American I suppose).
Now, onto the neighbors...
In August 2022, this couple moved in nextdoor and have been single handedly changing the block vibe from "Daniel Tiger's Neighborhood where a few of the parents smoke weed here and there" to "Nightmare on Elm Street featuring Crack" and I am not sure that I have ever seen so up close and personal the inner workings of.... sociopaths? Or whatever the correct name for people who are habitual lairs and take pleasure in causing harm to others (and maybe each other?). They are heavy drinkers, heavy cannabis users (no shade, I got my med card before surgery and with edibles I didn't even need other prescription pain meds!! but anything can be a problem for some people), and most unfortunately they do some kind of pills or something that make them very "up". While the wife is typically too "out of it" to maintain work, the husband works from home as some type of an accountant and seems to keep it together, and make just enough money, to maintain their "lifestyle" which basically means they do a lot of drugs and super weird addict things, but with an aura of entitlement. It's a toxic combination.
The couple, who I will call Sackie (44F) and Jam(41M), originally presented themselves as an older couple with Sackie in particular having many health issues.... and I will admit I first mistook her for being older and originally assumed her manner of speaking (a bit low, mumbled and slurred, without a good awareness to social cues or appropriateness, like trying to talk to me about how her brother molested her but her mom payed off the law to make it go away or how later she started a business with said mom, but her mom started having an affair with Jam's boss and that's how they met... in front of the children and/or in maybe my second conversation with her) for some kind of stroke. It was only after many awkward rambling conversations with Sackie that I realized they were actually not much older at all, and her many health issues (more on this later) were fictional or simply from withdrawals/drug use. I did learn, however, that Jam and Sackie have a long, sorted, unpleasant history, with just about everyone they'd ever met... and somehow, it was always they who were the victims.
Now, I try very hard not to victim blame and I know from personal experience that sometimes good people have strings of unfortunate events in their lives-- but Sackie's recounts of events were often hard to understand, or contradictory to previous stories she had told, sometimes even within the same conversation. So I knew almost right away she wasn't a reliable narrator, but, with our houses being located about 12 feet apart, my original misinterpretation of them as an older couple, and with Sackie intentionally lying about some things to get my sympathy.... I had no idea how bad they both really were or what I was in for...
I first spoke with Sackie more than just saying hi in passing sometime around Thanksgiving (American Thanksgiving) when she knocked on my door to ask if she and Jam could give me an extra out door Christmas ornamental they had. I thought they were just being Christmasy and kind. I didn't have the kids at my house that week and Sackie smelled the cannabis I had been enjoying on my couch (a rarity honestly) and said, "oh is that what I think it is?" Paranoid that she was offended I blurted out, "oh yes I have a cannabis prescription, this is probably TMI but if you notice me home and slagging a lot it is because I am waiting for breast surgery."
Sackie's face lite up, "Thats not TMI, I'm waiting for breast surgery too! I had uterine cancer and now I'm waiting for a double mastectomy. And don't worry I'm a medical user too" Now, I have since learned this to be a lie, but at the time it definitely made me feel sorry for her and I was just relieved I hadn't been "caught" by a neighbor who was offended by cannabis.
However, once Sackie learned I had weed.... well, she wanted to be my best friend. In fact, she almost invented a fantasy friendship with me. Asking for my number in case they needed someone to look in on their pets during the holidays to quickly turned to her calling and texting pages and pages of messages-- about how Jam abused her, and was cheating on her, how she had nobody and was so scared approaching her (fake) upcoming double mastectomy, how he'd made sure her name wasn't on the house when they bought it and he'd locked her out of all their money... and could she please have some weed because she was so sick? Oh she had a seizure because she was so sick could she please have some weed?? It went on and on, always about wanting weed, rides places, confusing pages of texts about how she was watching "dead to me" and how it was so unfair she didn't have a friend like those characters?? Could I be that friend??
It was intense. And I didn't handle it well. I did my best to just respond to her slower and slower apart and just be nice but short and say no that I didn't have or couldn't do XYZ for her.
Her begging and neediness intensified rapidly, sometimes she would come to my door and knock and ask for weed and I would feel obligated to give it to her just to get her away. She was always on something a lot more intense than weed when she'd knock. It was scary and sometimes the kids were here. She started texting me asking if I had "anything stronger" than weed and when I was understandablely like "no I don't do those things" she sent me about four pages about how she just meant "xanxa" because she used to have a standing prescription for xanxa and it helped her so much but she had "quit all her medicine except good ol weed and seeing a chiropractor" and was doing oh so much better now but just needed some but it was okay because she found another friend to give it to her.
This was the first time I expressly told her no and not to ask me about that type of thing and where she started to turn her fantasy friendship into me into a fantasy feud.
Shortly after she sent me another page long text saying, "not to be a bitch but I'm done with our one sided friendship." I responded that I understood, at this point it was Dec 22nd (2022) and I was just trying to spend time with my family. I said something like, "I understand, I have some health problems that make it hard for me to make new friends or even keep up with my current friends, but I will see you around as a neighbor." And hoped to never hear from her again.
Oh, how short that hope was. Several days later I started getting pages of frantic apologies, but also trying to make me feel guilty, and more frantic apologies, and letting me know that Jam is not cheating on her and evil and leaving her with nothing, and they're both such great people and always here if I need anything!!!
It's honestly hard to explain how unstable even her "nice" texts would sound and I'm not sure if we can post screen shots in this sub, but trust me, this woman and her husband are just constant, intense, invasive drama. While she and Jam both made me uncomfortable, almost like watching for when I would first let my dogs out in the morning or when a friend left my house and texting me about it... waiting on their front porch chain smoking for me to come outside then rushing over to talk-block me into conversations about other neighbors they hated, Jam's bosses affair with Sackie's mom, to tell me how sick they were, about how Sackie had to quit multiple jobs because her bosses would always sexually harass her... And stupid me would just try to kinda smile and nod and get out of the conversation.
I was so uncomfortable and somewhat scared of them because of the way they would talk about other people and each other and... its hard to describe but if anyone has even been close with someone using something like meth, you know how crazy their behaviors can be, even if they are being "nice." But until April 2023, they were just a bother, not a danger.
April was when Sackie's fantasy friendship with me turned into a full blown fantasy feud...
In early April, I was supposed to be recovered enough from surgery that I could work again so I to started to watch the children every week again, and apply for music gigs again... but unfortunately got a staph infection in my left breasts wound. I ended up being in a lot of pain and back on antibiotics and pretty out of it on my couch for a few days, though I managed not to be hospitalized again (yah!).
During the few days I was pretty much out of it during the infection, Jam and Sackie decided it would be a good time to get really "uppered" to rip up all the ornamental ivy in our shares breezeway (fine) but also OFF THE SIDE OF MY HOUSE AND OUT AROUND MY FRONT PORCH. They pulled down wires on the side of my house and did this during rainy season meaning they exposed my homes foundation to massive amounts of water no longer protected by plants and top soil.
I was in total shock. They hadn't asked permission, or even mentioned disliking the ivy, and they were clearly on something and STILL trying to rip up things around my front porch.
My kind, 70 year old father was over on April 14th, to help me do some weatheseason appropriate yard work I was struggling to do one my own because of the staph infection and we decided we had to try to say something to them about it, because at this point they were out front talking about what they were going to do AROUND MY FRONT PORCH. But again, wanting to keep peace my dad and I went outside and my dad just politely asked Sackie about what they were doing and, said something along the lines of, "well okay, just please don't do anything else on our side because we are going to take care of that ourselves..." and before he could even finish Sackie suddenly, in her slurred speech, yells "Do you think I'm fucking Stupid??" at my dad.
Now, at this point I can't take it anymore. My father thought he was going to have to change my diapers while I DIED this year. He does not deserve to be yelled at by some methed out neighbor. So I said, "Sackie, don't speak to my father that way, he is just looking out for me."
At which point Sackie LOSES IT and starts hollering to Jam and possibly just herself about how my dad and I are "so rude and trashy" and how they can do whatever they want because, they want things to look nice, etc etc, at which point I was just like, "come one dad let's go inside."
My dad and I worked on some chores in the back yard, then he was like, "I know we didn't do anything wrong, but let's go apologize because you don't want to have neighbor issues."
However, when we went back out front Sackie was literally pacing back and forward in the breezeway ranting to herself about how she had every right to do whatever she wanted with what I can only describe as a look of pure and total unhinged insanity. You know how when actors play their first role on screen after doing stage acting for years and so their movements come across as completely over the top? That's a lot how Sackie looked that day stalking up and down alley talking to herself, like a director had just told her, "act really nuts!" Except Sackie wasn't acting. My dad said, "okay, well, we tried, some people just want to be upset," to me, and we went back to working on my house.
Keep in mind, I was still on heavy duty antiboditics and fighting a staph infection at this time, and was trying to get the house in shape for my kiddo who's mom had passed away to be able to sleep over at my house that night to give his dad a little break. I figured Sackie would bitch about me to Jam and whoever else she could get to listen (like how she would speak about others to me) but eventually get over it and go back to trying to have her fantasy friendship with me, because after all, she was able to nag me into giving her free weed occasionally, and all my dad and I had done was ask her not to do anything else on my property, right? How mad could she be?)
Well, apparently, something I have now learned, is when someone addicted to uppers decides you are their fixation, they are as addicted to causing you hell.
The following day Sackie (and Sam according to her texts) sent me pages and pages of texts, again I'm not sure on the character limits or screen shot policy here, but basically she sent me about 10 text pages about how my dad and I were so rude and disgusting and she and Jam had the right to do anything they wanted as the breezeway is "their's " (again, that is their property on that side but only up until a foot and half or so away from my house, and definitely not around my front porch) and how she and Jam have always been so nice to me and I'm just such a terrible person, and "YOU'RE WELCOME " for how that side of my house will look?
She used a lot more curse words and details than that, many of which were not even truthful and were hard to understand, and kept bringing up a Tupperware container and a cloth canvas bag that she had left some kind of soup she made for my friend (my friend who Sackie also made extremely uncomfortable but would try to be polite to her when she was outside smoking) when my friend had to stay with me for a few weeks after she had to get a hysterectomy and needed help recovering, and saying "and just throw out that Tupperware I gave you, you have no idea the kind of niceness I've constantly given to you!" (remember friends, even this major pushover knows-- kindness done with the expectation of something in return is just manipulation) Like, somehow this unwanted soup she'd left my friend when she was recovering here in March 2023, made it okay for her to do whatever she wanted on my property?
This also feels like an appropriate time to add that it was when my friend was recovering at my house that I learned the extent of Sackie's lies about her health. Remember how I said she'd gained my sympathy by pretending she had breast cancer and was waiting on a double mastectomy? Her story was that she had found out she had uterine cancer after a miscarriage and she'd had to have a full hysterectomy and the cancer had spread and so she needed a double mastectomy now but she was having trouble with her insurance and her husband, that is why she wanted to mold me into her "Dead to Me" friend, right?
Nope. Apparently not. As, she told my friend that, "she knew exactly what she was going through because she had just terrible, terrible, periods and has endometriosis too, just like my friend, but she hasn't been able to get the hysterectomy she needed yet because she didn't have a doctor because she didn't do Western Medicine anymore, all she needed was a chiropractor and weed... oh and the hysterectomy for her terrible endometriosis just like my friend." She also said something that implied her husband was getting her a boob job, for cosmetic reasons, and there had never been cancer at all. I have no idea if the miscarriage was a lie too or not, and it isn't really relevant other than to stress, that Sackie and her husband really have a hard time with the truth.
Anyway, after her round of nasty texts after the ivy incident, I sent her back an extremely polite and short text, saying I was sorry she felt so offended by my dad and I asking her not to do anything else on my property, and I was very happy to respect their wishes for us not to communicate and I wished them well.
The next two weeks or so, until April 29th 2023, Sackie and Jam made me uncomfortable but were manageable. They did things like intentionally stacking hay against my fence, talking loudly to each other about how "trashy" I was, and at one point in time even pretending to do yard work but actually just smashing the side of my house with shovels! They even had someone else over at some point they were intentionally loud explaining too about how disgusting the ivy was and what a favor they were doing "cleaning it up".... but honestly I didn't even really care.
My paralegal friend recommended I start documenting things though, because she said some of the worst people she's seen in court are functional, entitled, drug addicts and I should not assume they would return to reason, and that it would be a good idea if I let the Neighborhood Stabilization Officer know what was going on, start documentation, and draft up a cease and desist to send if they did anything else and man, she was right, so right in fact, we didn't even have time to send the cease and desist.
On April 24th, out of nowhere, she sent me another several pages of unhinged texts, once again talking about how I should thank her for ripping up my ivy, throw away her Tupperware, how I was a terrible person and she and her husband and everyone think I'm on the Spectrum (hey man, autism is highly under diagnosed in women and that isn't the insult they think it is, but I could tell she thought she was calling me the R word), and just nasty absurd abusive things.
I sent her a text simply saying "Do not communicate with me or anyone at my house or threaten me or my pets again."
I found that dumb Tupperware and canvas bag she kept bringing up like it was gold, and put them on a porch along with another letter saying the same as in my text.
Jam responded this time, by smashing the Tupperware and leaving it back on my porch....
Now on April 29th, while I was hosting a sleep over for 3 of the children, and, as bad as this couple had been, I honestly believed they weren't bad enough to cause me trouble when the children were here with me. Looking back, I can't tell you why I gave them that kind of credit. Sackie self published a childrens book in her early 30's, and spoke of volunteering at children's libraries, at least according to her, and I suppose I thought that meant she'd have a respect for kids even if they did not have respect for me.... once again, I was wrong.
Around 5 or 6pm, the kids and I went out onto my front porch to bring our pizza inside at the same time as Sackie was getting out of getting out of her drug dealers car with him, she began screaming profanities at me, saying I was disgusting, threatening the pets, and other things I couldn't really understand fully due to her slurred speech once again but verbally assaulting me but this time, in front of the children was the last straw I had.
I quickly got the kids inside, away from her, and served them the pizza. I told them not to worry about the neighbor, that she was a kind of sick that made people yell when they shouldn't sometimes and they should just ignore her. I made sure they were content talking amongst themselves and eating pizza and strawberries- and went to call the police and finally told them about all the ongoing harassment, threats, begging, drug use, and now screaming and profanities in front of the children and asked for help.
Then I got ahold of one of the other moms who came and picked up all three of the kids, and we just pretended that we decided it was a better idea for them have a sleep over at her friend's house than mine. The kids were fine, but as soon as they left I lost it. Just big gut crying. The months of being nagged for weed, rides, and favors, getting passive aggressive texts about not being Sackie's new insta best friend, feeling like I was being watched constantly, worrying about Sackie saying inappropriate things in front of the children, dealing with Jam's creepy stares and used car sales man persona, the past weeks of their new upper fueled obsession with my property line and being the new fixation of their abuse, trying to be kind to them even as I struggled with my breast disease and Sackie trying to me as an emotional punching bag and free weed. I was finally crying so so so hard, my neighbors on my other side (a lovely couple my age) heard and rushed out and had me come wait inside and were so so so nice to me while I looked insane (did I forget to mention I'd let the kids 'do' my make up, meaning they'd painted my whole face with eye shadow including giving me a sparkly beard?) until the police arrived.
Now I live in a really nice neighborhood, but I am in one of the highest crime cities in America and our politicians and police staff are internationally questioned, so I was actually really impressed that the police came, cared, and, that somehow in my state, I *still* apparently looked less insane than Sackie and Jam.
They responded fairly quickly, and patiently looked over the wild texts from Jackie, my accounts of her and Jam passively terrorizing me, and checked out the side of my yard which they had originally ripped up the ivy and started this whole insane fantasy fight with me over.
They very much believed me and said I should have called them sooner, which surprised me. Sackie refused to come out and speak with the police but Jam came out to speak to the police via using his back door so Sackie could keep hiding.
The police came back and let me know that if Jam was the lesser of my two issues that I needed to becareful because they couldn't do anything on "hear say" but that Sackie had refused to speak with them and Jam reeked of alcohol. They said they told them to leave me alone, and that I had already agreed to do the same, and to just leave me alone, but that if they did anything I needed to call them because of how bad Jam, the lesser of the two, looked.
They left, I thanked them and my kind neighbors and felt like, it must be over right? Because if you do things like send pages of rambling violent, threatening texts, destroy property, and take so many drugs that your speech is slurred 24/7, and the cops come and tell you stop bothering your neighbor, you'd be scared right?
Again, I was mistaken to assume that Sackie and Jam's line of thinking would be at all on the side of logic, even in terms of simple self preservation. As soon as the cops left, Sackie and Jam came into my front yard and began to loudly talk about how disgusting I was to each other again. At this point I have both of their numbers blocked on my phone, but Sackie must has used one of those apps that allows you to text people who have blocked you and messaged me... "Have a great weekend"
So I go ahead and call the police who again, I am both pleased, and surprised, and a little scared by how quickly they return because my city is very high crime and for them to pay any attention to my calls means they must have clocked the neighbors as actual threat.
Sackie and Jam did go inside before the police came back though, and this time they both simply refused to open the door to the police. I imagine they had done many more drugs at this point.
The police said that they couldn't do anything since technically nothing had a record yet, but suggested that I file for a restraining order and provided all of the information I needed to do so. I was still sort of wishy washy about having a legal issue with my neighbors, but after talking it over with a few close girlfriends, one of them messaged me passionately outside of our little group chat about how much this couple, Sackie in particular, was behaving like a lot like her mother, a meth addict with a sense of entitlement who made her neighbors and everyone around hers life hell, obsessing over property lines and turned down begging, until eventually went to prison for 13 years for stabbing my friends dad. He lived thankfully.
But she was right, and my earlier mentioned paralegal friend helped me put together my paper work and evidence for a restraining order which we filed that Monday (April 30th).
They were served their papers on May 4th and thankfully, that *did* scare them into leaving me alone. Jam and Sackie would still intentionally talk badly about me to each other outside when they knew I could hear, and I imagine Sackie was trying to tell anyone who would listen what a bitch I was, but as long as myself and the children were unbothered I felt fine.
The court date came and I made the mistake again of assuming court mediation would be enough. Sackie showed up using a cain and pretending to be feeble, sickly and older, like she had done to me when we first met. Jam still looked creepy but wore a suit. My lawyer, who is also my middle school boyfriends father as an aside, was pretty confident I could get a full restraining if we went to court, but they agreed to restraining order terms as long as it stayed off their record for the purposes of background checks.
The way this works in my city is if they violate the terms it then automatically becomes a full order of protection-- but if they don't it gives them a chance to keep their records clean. It also would save me some money, because even though my lawyer was handling things at friend prices he couldn't do it for free. So I agreed to that. They were to stay away from me, my guests, not contact me on any platform, not harm me or my pets, it all seemed pretty fair and reasonable to me.
But alas, Sackie and Jam are not reasonable people. Literally the moment they got home from court Jam began working on some kind of project in his back yard, cursing about me to himself and clearly back on some kind of upper, he assembled and drilled this... strange tarp thing to my fence ???? Yes, my fence, and yes, this is illegal but I didn't have any luck getting the police to come out this time.
It has continued on this way. Them trying to do everything they can to harass me as much as possible without technically violating the order.
They're still trying to make my life hell, and, I am pretty sure my only option is to wait for them to physically harm me, on camera, for anything to happen.
So yes. That is how I kept trying to give my neighbors the benefit of the doubt, and in exchange, they're making my life hell. As I type this now Jam is out in the front yard, hovering on our property line, watering the grass, breathing heavy, grunting, and giving my ring camera dirty looks.
I don't have a good way to wrap this up, but, it felt good writing it all out to share anonymously. Thankyou reddit.
neighborsfromhell

How do I know if what I'm experiencing is abuse, or if it's all in my mind, and I'm really the cause of all of the issues?
For years now, I felt like I can’t do anything right. The beginnings of our relationship and our marriage were fantastic. It moved a little too fast, if I might be honest, but it felt like it was perfect. Within months of meeting each other, we were planning a future together, and moving in with eachother. In what seemed like a blink of an eye, we were engaged, and married, all in under a year. Our first year of marriage had little fights here and there, and bouts of her not talking to me, but in the end, it was all fine. Then… I bought us our first house (literally… dumped my entire life savings into buying it, and renovating it myself). But then, it started getting difficult. We had really high highs, and really low lows. Each low was set off by something little too, like I left a spot of something on the kitchen counter, or that I moved something in the wrong spot. Sometimes it was that I didn’t want to work on a house renovation after a long day at work. I felt like our marriage was falling apart. Sex disappeared almost entirely. And always, when our fights came to an end, I was the one at fault. I was always told that what I did was wrong, and when I tried to talk about it, I was called mean.
We continued to have ups and downs over the years, and things progressively got better. That is, until we had a child together. At that point, I couldn’t do anything right, at all. She took something I said (“I can’t do this”) the day we came home with our child, something that happened right as I was woken up by our child crying, and I was shaking from severe lack of sleep. She took that, and immediately decided we needed to move in with her parents. I worked from home most days, so I was always taking care of the baby, literally, everything. I was always the one feeding the baby, changing diapers, putting them down for nap, getting them to sleep. Very rarely did my wife step in and do any of these things. I knew there was a degree of postpartum depression, and I tried to talk to her about it, but whenever I did, she not only shut herself out away from me for days at a time, when things were “resolving”, all of my weak points as a parent were always criticized, and I’d be told that I was a mean person. I eventually was so burnt out, that I lost my primary source of income, and only had my side business left. I tried to get another job, but i was getting nowhere. Paying for some bills at her parents house, and entirely paying the mortgage and bills for a house we weren’t living in for a year, with no assistance from anyone, and no more high income job. I was financially crushed. Some massively crazy stuff happened with her family, and we were essentially pressured to move out.
We moved, and I felt isolated. No car (she made me sell it as it needed repairs. Promised me she’d get me a lease… the car was in her name, although I paid it off entirely), still no job (I must have applied to 300 places by then), and she wouldn’t allow me to get out and build my business as it took focus away from the baby. Almost two years of that, and being a stay at home dad, in debt now because the money my business made went to paying bills that surpassed what I was making. Then, her parents came to us, in financial ruin, about to lose their house. We were looking to move again, and buy another house. They wanted to tag along. Miraculously, they came up with a good sum of money, and gifted it to us to help buy the house for everyone. Now, we were both under the impression this was temporary, and that they wanted to move to another state once they got back on their feet and their foreclosure was finished. I wouldn’t have agreed to it otherwise, especially after how they treated us living in their house. They moved in, and I was finally able to get out and build my business up, as I had someone to watch our child. But… once that started happening, my money went to quite literally everything, and I got to enjoy none of it. Between paying for materials for home renovations, increasing how much I’ve been paying for bills, taking on ALL of the house utilities, and buying food (which… if she goes food shopping, she makes me pay her back), I feel like I’m back to where I was years ago.
Since we moved in, I’ve basically rebuilt this entire house myself, right down to the studs. Most of it… on my own dime too. My in-laws did work on their section of the house too, and most of it has been quite shoddy, that I’ve had to redo. They’ve since moved out, claiming we kicked them out (although they were screaming at us weekly asking for their money back, saying we weren’t doing enough for them), and their foreclosure ended, and they still owe hundreds of thousands of dollars on the house, and are also suing us, even though we offered to give the money back that they gave us.
Now, my wife works an extra job, not because she needs it, but because she wants to. And she uses it to entirely fund her clothing addiction. Always getting something for herself. She’s never home, so almost all of the daily house routines fall to me.
Now… I’m working a lot, even though my wife hates it. And I have a child to take care of, when they’re not at school. I try my best. Sometimes I can’t clean everything perfectly, or I don’t get a chance to clean certain rooms or keep up after my child. Everything that doesn’t get done, instead of letting me do it when I can, she gets angry about. Doesn’t talk to me for days. She constantly criticizes me for everything too, things like “you’re always messy”, or “you can’t even put the dishes away right”. Always telling me that if I had better time management, that I’d be able to get things done.
I feel so disconnected. I literally have no one else to talk to. No friends… just my child, who recognizes when I’m sad and hurt, and shouldn’t have to be there to help me. I have no idea what to do. I don't even have a way to get out of the house anymore, even if I wanted to. My car was in her name (as it used to be hers), and she's sold it on me, to pay off her debts.

My son lives in Brooklyn. I live in Oregon. I'd like to come visit him in July or August, and also take him away for a few days - I love NYC, I had an awesome time visiting him in Brooklyn last July, but it's so effing hot and muggy in July/August.
So my question is this: Where can we go... to the beach, not too-far... for few days away. In the mountains or at the beach, but he can only get a few days off work. We are active folks who prefer swimming, biking, kayaking, canoeing, compared to full-on touristy with casinos, et all. Though we also love music and festivals and restaurants, etc.
I know of places like the Hamptons, the Catskills, the Adirondacks, Vermont, Nantucket, Martha's Vineyard, The Jersey Shore places, etc. A place called Rehoboth Beach, Delaware. And it seems there are beaches that are doable for the day from Brooklyn. Thought about doing Portland-2-Portland (Oregon to Maine). Problem is - they are all just names to me. And slogging through marketing stuff & reviews on Tripadvisor is not working real well. So... was hoping to get some suggestions and ideas here.
Thanks 🙏🏼 Doug in Portland, OR