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 ?

Hi, im quite new to reddit but id just like to say how thankful i am for this group.Ive finally managed to find a bra that fits me thanks to the helpful people in this subreddit. I used to wear 32b,32c and 34c interchangeably changing the tightness of the band and straps. They never fit me properly and i did my research, went on tiktok and found “a bra that fits” online, i measured myself and it said 28dd. It at first made no sense to me since i have small boobs and a small ribcage however i found out about this reddit page, downloaded the app and explored to see if anybody had the same problems i did, to my surprise i actually found people that had similar problems to me in terms of fitting and also experiences about being told my boobs were “too small” to be a dd cup. I’ve learned so much from this page of wonderful educational people from how bra sizing works,how boobs can be different shapes and along with that different bras for those shapes,how a bra should look and fit and it has honestly helped me so much.
Once i found out my bra size I went to clothes shops such as Primark to find bras in a 28dd only to find how there were none in that band size, i also told my mum about what bra size i thought i had and she immediately shut me down and said that i couldn’t be a dd cup(she has a lot bigger boobs than me, she also has the same problem as me not being able to find bras in her size instores) we then went online and saw how expensive they were ranging from £28-56, she said id have to save up my own pocket money to buy “these sort of bras” since she didnt want to be paying so much money for something i wasnt even certain would fit me.
But i went onto Boux Avenue and found bras in a sale ranging from £10-18 and thought id buy one before the sale was over to try some out. I was so nervous when it arrived but tried it on and to my surprise along with excitement and relief it fit me.Ive shown my mum how it fit and she brought me 3 more from the sale, she also uses this online shop for her bras too, they are quite useful for affordable bras ranging from 28A to 44F. Sorry this went on for so long but i just wanted to share this to express how much i am thankful for being able to find a bra that fits from every helpful person in this subreddit. I hope this maybe was helpful for some people that have the same issues i had and wishfully some hope for people who feel they want to give up trying to find their own bra that fits,finally to give people the recognition they deserve here for being so kind and considerate to those people who want to find a bra that fits.
Here are my measurements to help others and also im free to hearing any advice or any critique in which style of bras would fit me more and some other online shops that sell reasonably priced pretty bras in my size :)
Measurements(in inches)
Loose underbust-28 Snug underbust-27.6 Tight underbust-25.7 Standing bust-32 Leaning bust-33.3 Lying bust-31.7
Im 2/5 even on top and bottom shape Im slightly to average projection Full on bottom and a bit of even fullness Perky boobs Tall root Im not sure if i have narrow or wide root

She's become a big NWSL fan so we bought a few hangars at Target for $7.99, on sale. Fun rip, though only a few NC Courage cards.

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

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.

I hope this post is ok, I've cross posted from another sub!
My granny is very elderly (96), but has always worn make-up religiously. Its her daily routine to "do her face" every morning and it is very important for her dignity and sense of self pride. Unfortunately she is currently house bound and unable to get out to buy her usual make-up and really wishing for a pampering/the opportunity to buy some make up. Does anyone have any suggestions (which are NOT pyramid schemes or multi-level marketing (MLMs)or subscription services). Does anyone know anyone who sells multiple brands and come to the home? Any help much appreciated!!

For context, my dad wasn't ever a great person. He's loyal and hard working, sure. But he hasn't ever been a good person to any of us in my family. I'm an 18f, and i have a sister 23f. My mom and dad have been married for 26 years now and had known each other for 5 years prior to marriage. They've known each other for a total of 30+ years. It might not be relevant here but yeah.
We have constant arguments in the family and I'm guessing everyone's does too. My dad has had an on and off type of occupational life and it has been stressful and horrible to us. I was very young at the time but my sister and mother have seen the worst of everything. He'd gone under debt due to business fraud by his associates and there were people who would come to our house, demanding my mother for money. He's been absent for many years of our lives and has been verbally and sometimes physically abuse to all of us in our family.
A couple days back my sister and mother got into an argument about a lot things and the topic of my father being unemployed at the moment cane up. They said rude and disrespectful things about him such as he's happy to sit and eat off of other people's hard work and won't mind watching his daughter pay for things. I found them very offensive and hurtful and fought with my family about it. I don't think I did anything wrong because, yes he might not have been a great father to us or a good husband to my mother, but we should be respecting him as a family member and not just a man off the road.
Tonight there was another fight where I learned a lot of things which I don't know whether to believe or not. My mother and sister have told me, in a mocking tone, that this is the man I defended a couple days ago and he's the guy I stood up for. I feel like whatever I did was purely out of respect for my father. I have been his supporting rock and he's mentioned about how he's trying to get work done for a while but is unsuccessful. I might not agree or like ANY of the things he does but I'm not going to stand and watch his own blood berate him. I think of whatever I did as morals and values I have learned from the same mother who is being snappy with me, to always be kind and stand up for someone and take the right stance. Am I the asshole here?

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.

I've been with my partner for just over a year, early on in our relationship there was an issue where I got spiked on a lads holiday and kissed someone and a video got back to her (important for context later) we decided to carry on the relationship and worked past it. A few months in we went travelling together, both had plans to before getting together so just decided to go together.
The relationship went well whilst we were out there, ups and downs as normal but amplified because we were on the other side of the world and only really had each other for support. We came back home after 8 months because she was really struggling out there and everything seemed fine when we got back.
Until we found out she was pregnant.
She decided to have an abortion because we just weren't ready for a child, and were both still trying to find our feet after getting back. The whole experience has been incredibly traumatic for her and I've been trying as best I can to support her and help but whatever I say and do just seems to make the situation worse and its led to a complete breakdown in communication between us.
There is also an issue with her sister and her boyfriend, they haven't forgiven me for what happened on my holiday early in our relationship and that's completely understandable but since coming home the boyfriend had been especially rude to me and it wasn't adding up because they hadn't been like this even straight after it happened.
It turned out that a 'friend' of my girlfriend who had come travelling with us had spread some nasty rumors about things we'd apparently said whilst travelling that weren't true, this same friend has also sabotaged my girlfriend's friendship with her best mate to the point where they won't even talk to her.
The sister also completely withdrew her support from my girlfriend during the abortion until recently and her and her boyfriend got into a shouting match with my girlfriend about them being rude to me, and my girlfriend making everything about her while she was going through the abortion and they didn't talk for about a month. During which time the sister had been running her mouth off at work saying I was stopping my girlfriend seeing her family (we spent most of our time at her house with her family) and that I was causing a rift between them. They've since apparently reconciled, but the sister and her boyfriend haven't apologised for their behaviour and refuse to attempt getting along with me.
All of this came to a head when I tried to talk to my girlfriend about why she'd been so distant and pushing me away where it turned into an argument about how I couldn't understand what she was going through, that she can't talk yo me about what's going on because she'll break down into a hysterical mess, and she needed to think about where our relationship was going as I'm not understanding what she needs and this whole thing with her sister is putting a strain on us. Since then we've argued a few times and I feel like it's just forcing us further and further apart. Other things that have been brought up in the arguments are my inability to really display my emotions, eg crying, and how there has just been zero communication about how she's feeling day to day, like if she's having a bad day and doesn't want to see me and so puts it off until its too late in the day or forcing herself to come and see me when she's in a miserable mood which I don't want her to do because it is heartbreaking to see.
I really don't want this to be the end of our relationship as I really love this woman and want to spend the rest of my life with her and start a family when we're ready for it. We are both taking the steps to go to counselling and she's having more of a think about our relationship.
For context whenever there is an argument among her family, which is frequent, she is always the one to concede and bridge the gap first, and her family (including the sister's boyfriend) never apologise for their behaviour. The abortion also happened about 2 months ago now.
I just want to know if there's anything I can do to try and keep this relationship going, or is it all on her to make her decision?

Location: Florida, USA.
Hello friends,
In May of 2021 my brother purchased a fishing charter outing off of Groupon. This entailed a 4 hour trip for $359. Shortly after the captain messaged my brother saying he’d give us a longer trip for the same price if we paid him directly. So my brother successfully requested a refund from Groupon and paid the captain the $359 directly via credit card.
For the past 2 years we have scheduled 6+ trips with this man for them always to be cancelled last minute with some sort of excuse. Fed up, we requested a refund, to which we were met with a “no refunds, sorry.” In March of 2023 i was able to get in touch with the captain after having to call him dozens of times. He agreed to take my father and I fishing on today’s date, June 4th. I have been trying to get in touch with the captain to confirm the trip, I even drove 3 hours to my parents house in anticipation of the trip. He has my phone number blocked, so I used my father’s phone to call him and I get through to which he claims he is in the mountains and “business is slow and we sent out texts and emails a month ago.” Of course I never received any of these. He then proceeds to offer us to reschedule for a “full day fishing trip” yet he has no availability. I have requested a refund and he once again refuses.
After some digging online it appears he has done this to multiple people. There are 20+ reviews of similar situations, some of which even include very threatening and derogatory texts and from him to the paid clients. It appears he has multiple different fishing charter names and rotates through them. I have located one of his charters on the BBB.
Do I have any legal standing here or am I out of luck? Can I report him to have his OUPV (captain’s license) revoked or something along those lines? I understand it is only $359, and I am not too caught up on the amount, but the principal of it all. This is not right and it appears he has gotten away with it multiple times.
He also does seem to know what he is talking about from a fishing perspective. It appears that he does actually take some clients out and rips off others. He has active pages on multiple fishing charter websites. Do I have any standing to get him removed from these sites?
Thank you in advance!

So, this is the story of the first time my girlfriend Gwen and I played D&D. I have our DM Matt here with me to help me with the names, rules and just remembering stuff in general. Matt and Jack have been playing 5th edition for years, but Zach never played 5E. He played 3.5 and 4th and liked them both, so this is his first time playing 5th. Here's all of the people involved and our characters.
Matt (DM) had been playing D&D for years. We played 5th edition starting at 3rd level, and his house rules included letting us use any setting specific race, and the One D&D play test rules.
Me playing as Remy, the non-binary plasmoid Hexblade Warlock, and my bonus feat was Fey Touched. Remy was just an ordinary slime running from predators, until one day he found an ancient temple that he was able to hide in. There, he found a magic sword possessed by the soul of an ancient dragon. The dragon promised to give Remy magical powers as long and Remy took the sword with him around the world cause the dragon was bored and lonely. My character is inspired by Rimuru Tempest from the anime Reincarnated as a Slime, and Matt gave me lots of ideas on how to build this character.
Gwen played as Tea Swift, the female half-elf College of Eloquence Bard, and her bonus feat was Lucky. Tea's father was and adventurer, so she went around telling stories of his adventures to improve his reputation. One day he went missing, and Tea set out to find him. While we were deciding which characters we wanted to play, Gwen found the YouTube video Life of a Bard song, and fell in love with the class.
Zach played Leon, the male leonin Battle Master Fighter, and his bonus feat was Shield Master. Leon was part of a tribe of hunters and warriors. One day his tribe was wiped out and he was the sole survivor. He set out on his own to find the dragon that killed his family, and get his revenge. Zach based his character on Leo from Red Earth, and he picked the battle master so he could have variety in combat.
Jack played John Belmont, the male dhampir Swarmkeeper Ranger, and his bonus feat was Crossbow Expert. John’s family was enslaved by a vamipre lord. The lord’s daughter Rosa fell in love with John, and when he was 24, they tried to run away together. The lord’s minions hunted them down and left them for dead as punishment. To save his life, the Rosa tried to turn John into a vampire, but she died in his arms. He became a dhampir, and vowed to hunt down the vampire lord and kill him. John trained himself in the forest and discovered he has a connection with bats, and could control them.
Matt asked us to make connections to one another so our characters already knew each other, so this is what we came up with. The dragon in Remi’s sword is the sworn enemy of the dragon that Leon wants to kill, Tea befriended John and started telling his story so people would be less afraid of him. Leon saved Tea from a pack of dire wolves once, and John met Remi while training in the forest.
Here’s how the game went. Tea and Leon went into a town to look for leads on the dragon and look for work to make money. At the bar, they found a job offer to take out kobalts attacking merchants on the road. They took the job but another group tried start a fight and take the job offer from them. Tea seduced the whole group, took them to a nearby hotel bedroom, and immediately cast Sleep on them all to put them to sleep and left with the flier for the job offer.
John was training Remy in the forest on swordsmanship, and they were attacked by a group of kobalts. Leon and Tea heard the fight and showed up to help and caught a kobalt as a hostage. Tea recognized John and introduced him to Leon, and then Leon brought up his backstory. John said “I understand your pain, I’m also on a quest for revenge.” Remi’s dragon spoke out loud from the blade and said “I hate Cyan as well. Remi, we should join him on his quest to kill Cyan.” So our party was together and we agreed to work together to take out the kobalts and split the reward. They tried to interrogate the kobalt, but it was being stubborn, so Leon grabbed him by one leg and hanged him over the edge of a cliff by the leg. Tea said “you know his arm is going to get tired sooner or later so you better start talking now.” The kobalt cried for mercy and told us where the main camp was. “I told you where they are, please let me go” he said, and Leon said “sure if that’s what you want” and just let go of the kobalt’s leg and let him fall. We all looked at him and he said “what? I let him go. He should have asked me to put him on the ground first.”
John used the info to track down their camp from a safe direction where we were uphill and could play an ambush. We saw that they had lots of people as prisoners, some of which were soldiers. Remy can use Disguise Self at will with Mask of Many Face, and reshape his body since he is a plasmoid. He looked like a human this whole time, but he changed to look like a kobalt to sneak in and let the prisoners free. Remy got in and started to unlock the cages, but some kobalts saw me and I rolled a 1 to deceive them. Luckily, Tea stayed close and cast Cloud of Daggers in their way, and then Leon jumped down to attack the kobalts as a distraction. He took out his sword, rolled a 20 and killed a kobalt in one shot, cutting him in half from above. Remy shot the kobalts that caught him through the Cloud of Daggers using a blast spell (Eldritch Blast), then finished freeing the prisoners before using Armor of Shadows and summoning his sword to run right into the fight. John was sniping from above with a hand crossbow, and he did so much damage. He had two attacks per round because of Crossbow Expert, could use Hunter’s Mark for more damage and let his bat’s bite his targets for even more damage, so he was killing kobalts left and right. Tea climbed up a tree to stay safe, pulled out her lute and started singing, using Viscous Mockery to make it harder for the kobalts to hit Leon and Remy. She was yelling stuff like “hey, nameless lizard number 2, your so weak, your name should be ‘free XP’.” Matt laughed and said “the kobalt starts to cry and says ‘my name is Joey’” but then Leon came right behind him and said “wrong. Your name is dead meat” and cut the kobalt in half. The soldiers Remy freed grabbed their weapons and helped us capture the rest of the kobalts and the fight was over.
Gwen was a natural and jumped right into the game. Matt said she played like a veteran, who had been playing for months. We all had a lot of fun, and I’ve enjoyed playing D&D with my friends ever since.

Being a fan of both Encanto and Harry Potter, I have wondered which Hogwarts houses the various Madrigal family members would be in. I noticed that this thread doesn't have taking polls enabled, so I thought I would just share my thoughts. I thought I would start with the Madrigal sisters.

1. Mirabel - Gryffindor. Determination really is Mirabel's defining character trait. She's also quite brave, so I definitely see her as a Gryffindor.
2. Luisa - Hufflepuff. She's a hard worker and has a kind heart.
3. Isabela - Ravenclaw. Her character arc does seem to involve her learning to unleash her creativity when it comes to her gift, so that's why I lean toward Ravenclaw for her.

What do y'all think?

Hi all,
So I completed the purchase of a house in the north of Scotland (just outside Aberdeen, if it matters) on Friday.
It seems the seller hasn't bothered to clear out ANY of their stuff, has left the place in essentially a biohazard condition (animal faeces and urine all over the place), white goods which were meant to be left were not (but all of their other stuff was..), skip blocking entry to driveway, broken Central heating (all bar one radiator works), random holes in walls, flooring badly scraped where they must have attempted to move furniture etc etc - totally not in the condition I viewed it in and packed full of furniture/clothes/personal possessions.
I knew the house needed work and purchased this as a fixer upper however I'm going to have to spend weeks clearing it out and cleaning it before I can even get any of my stuff in. I've had to book a hotel at the last minute to stay in as the house is not suitable and the moving company I used had to put all of my furniture into storage (which again I had to arrange at the last minute on a Friday evening).
I got the keys at half 4 on Friday and so have only been able to email my solicitor who responded to say he's emailed the sellers solicitor and will let me know on Monday what to do now..
One clause in the missives states that moveable items need to be removed so I think I'm probably due some kind damages/compensation however I've no idea what to do here, does anyone have any advice on what to do now?
The other point is the seller is being pursued for AT LEAST 10 different overdue bills for a total of somewhere near 6 figures from various agencies and so I'm worried about their ability to actually pay if I am owed any damages. (I know this due to the massive stack of opened mail they left for me by the front door).
As an FYI - I found out from one of my new neighbours that the seller hasn't died or anything, they've moved to a small flat nearby (so probably just left everything they didn't want).

I have a 1995 Four Winns that I intend to part ways with at the end of this summer. I’ve never sold a boat before (this is my first boat). I’m looking for suggestions as to the best strategy for advertising the boat for sale. Like Boattrader? Is that a good idea?
Thanks. Dallas area if it matters.
I am not trying to use this post to sell my boat. I’m just looking for thoughts.

Today I had a fight with my mother,we sometimes have fights but it resolves pretty quickly most of the time,but today was different,I just came back from my dads place(they are divorced) he lives on the other side of the country so I was tired after a 3 hour long train ride,when I get home she says that she will “help” me apply for a summer job,I say ok because I want to work and feel useful to my family,so we fill out the application document online and we get to the questions part where Im supposed to answer,I try to answer thruthfully and honestly to the questions,my mom just keeps laughing and its clear that she is laughing at ME and not anything else,its that typical sarcastic and annoying laughter that makes you very mad,I get mad when she starts breaking out laughing for the 5th time,then I ask her why is she laughing and she says that my answers arent correct and honest,I get mad and try to explain to her that Im answering in the most honest way I can,she then tells me that my autism(that I dont have by the way)is showing,I get even madder and go back to my room and try to call a friend to play some games together so I can calm down,she then barges into my room and tells me that she will throw out all my electronic stuff if I dont fill out the rest of the test,I go back to the test and she keeps laughing and telling me how my answers are wrong,I start crying and telling her that Im not autistic and to stop calling me that,she then proceeds to try to gaslight me into thinking that Im the one who started the fight and I should shut up,then her dumbass new husband who I have hated since 6 years ago when he married my mom joins the argument and keeps saying that I should shut up,this fight goes on for and hour and a half and Im trying to ask my mother to dont call me autistic and an idiot when other times she says that she loves me,I keep crying and they finaly leave me alone,I call my dad and tell him what happened,he is my only parent that doesnt throw insults at me for no reason,we talk for a while but he has to go so Im alone again,my friends also text me that we cant have house partys anymore because my mom snitched on us when she promised not to do so by the way,so now all of my closest friends probably hate me,my only parent who doesnt insult me is on the other side of the country,my closest friend sarted to ingore me for no reason lately,I dont have a girlfiend who I could talk to,I dont even have a job to move out of here,I hate this life Im living and I want to end it if you read this far then thank you for your time

Tensions in the Cabinet chat ran high on Sunday, as the Minister for the Commonwealth and his boss, the Foreign Secretary, feuded over a statement on the salvaging of HMS Prince of Wales and HMS Repulse by a Chinese vessel. The vessel has been illegally wrecking the shipwrecks, salvaging parts and unexploded ordnance over the past few months, until they were recently detained by Malaysian authorities following a TikTok posted by a crew member tipped off authorities that something fishy was occurring off of the coast. While the Minister for the Commonwealth, Markthemonkey888, has submitted the Protection of Military Remains (Amendment) Bill to the Commons in response, the illegal salvaging has yet to receive official rebuke by the Government. The reason for the absence of such a statement in the Commons is down to disagreements between Foreign Secretary BlueEarlGrey and their subordinate Markthemonkey888.
The Grapevine can confirm that a statement was submitted prematurely to the Cabinet by the Minister for the Commonwealth, but was later withdrawn. The reasons for this withdrawal are twofold: first and foremost, Markthemonkey did not obtain approval from BlueEarlGrey, who oversees his ministry as Foreign Secretary - bypassing the cabinet process in the eyes of the Foreign Secretary. The second reason the statement was withdrawn is down to policy difference between Markthemonkey and BlueEarlGrey, with the latter desiring a more concrete response to China, and the former writing the whole issue off as a “non-issue.” The former reason, of the Foreign Secretary not granting approval of the withdrawn statement (in addition to the Cabinet as a whole not approving it) seems to have been especially fatal to the original statement, with acting Prime Minister Sephronar stating that “[a]ll Bills and Statements need signing off by the relevant SofS,” something that the statement did not have. Markthemonkey888, however, claimed in internal chats that his statement did not require BlueEarlGrey’s approval, besides the summoning of the Chinese ambassador.
Another concerning feature of the response to the salvaging of the HMS Prince of Wales and HMS Repulse is the apparent lack of involvement of the Defence Secretary, someone whose portfolio likely covers the incident. In a rare moment of agreement, both the Foreign Secretary and Minister for the Commonwealth admitted this fact in the Cabinet chat, although it remains to be seen why the Defence Secretary has not been credited in either the Protection of Military Remains (Amendment) Bill, nor in the originally submitted statement. The Government offered little in the way of support for the Defence Secretary, offering only platitudes with “[t]he session debating the Bill currently in the House on this subject has just opened ten hours ago, the MoD have been involved in its approval, and we are collectively working hard to deliver some meaningful change on this subject that the whole House can support.”
Sunday’s infighting has shone a light inside a cabinet that has largely been opaque in its first few weeks. Sunday’s disgruntlement shows that the honeymoon period of the second Grand Coalition may be at its end - with the leaks revealing a cabinet in conflict, with the Prime Minister, Chancellor, Economic Secretary, Education Secretary, and of course, the Minister for the Commonwealth, and Foreign Secretary all embroiled in imbroglio over the illegal salvaging incident.
A copy of the statement withdrawn from Cabinet discussion is attached:
“Statement on the Salvaging of the HMS Prince of Wales and HMS Repulse.
Mr. Speaker,
I have been tasked today, by His Majesty’s Government to lay out the following statement in front of this Honourable House today in my capacity as the Minister of State for the Commonwealth.
We were informed on May 30th by the Malaysian Maritime authorities that the protected grave site at the wreckage of HMS Prince of Wales and Repulse was disturbed by Chinese salvage vessels. We condemn this action to the strongest degree. The violation and desecration of a Second World War grave site is not only disrespectful to the dead but also potentially dangerous, given the nature of unexploded ordnance in the wreckage.
HMS Prince of Wales and HMS Repulse were a part of Force Z, led by Admiral Tom Philps, to reinforce the Royal Navy Pacific Squadron in Singapore. The task force was attacked by Japanese planes on the morning of December 10th, 1941. This battle saw 841 British and Commonwealth sailors and officers sink beneath the Pacific with their vessels, including Admiral Tom Philps.
We consider the disruption and salvage of the wreckage of the two vessels to be in breach of the Protection of Military Remains Act of 1986 and consider the salvage vessel Chuan Hong 68 to be wanted. We shall work with Malaysian authorities to ensure that the grave sites are not disturbed further. We shall seek cooperation with the Indonesian Maritime Authority, which has also issued warrants for the detaining of Chuan Hong 68 for the illegal salvaging of the Dutch warships HNLMS De Ruyter, HNLMS Java and HNLMS Kortenaer in the Java Sea. We shall seek cooperation with our Australian and American counterparts, which have their own grave sites in close proximity, for the protection of Military Gravesites in the region. Lastly, the Secretary of State will summon the Chinese Ambassador, demanding they cease further salvaging activities in the area.
Mr Speaker, I have submitted further legislation on behalf of this Government to amend the Protection of Military Remains Act, which will be laid before this House soon. It is this government’s goal to further the areas and wrecks protected by the Act. Furthermore, I will be joining other Ministers of the Commonwealth Grave Commission in France next week to examine the current state of Commonwealth war graves and seek further international cooperation on their protection. This Government is prepared to fund and support this effort to whatever extent is required.
I commend this statement to this Honourable House.”
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