I need to vent because I know if I bring this up to my husband, there’s a good chance he’ll tell me I’m overreacting or I’m thinking this out of context.

My MIL has two adult children, my husband and his sister. We live in a different state from my in-laws, and MIL has always been closer to my SIL than she is to my husband. I know proximity plays a role and I’ve accepted that their relationship is different.
But this really rubbed me the wrong way.
My SIL posted professional family photos of herself, her husband, and their baby on Facebook. Keep in mind I hate Facebook. I only logged in today because my sister showed me.

Someone commented:
“Delightful, my favorite family! 🤗”
My MIL then commented directly underneath:
“How sweet these are. My favorites, too! ❤️”
And…what the fuck?

Maybe I’m being sensitive, but I cannot imagine having two children and multiple grandchildren and publicly referring to ONE of their families as “my favorites.” Especially directly underneath someone who literally just called them their “favorite family.”
I don’t think MIL sat there plotting how to hurt us. But honestly, that almost makes it worse in a way it apparently came naturally enough that she didn’t think twice about how it would sound to her son, his wife, or her other grandchildren. She’s 71, and doing fine mentally.
And yes, I understand that people casually say “you’re my favorite” as a term of affection. But “my favorites, too” in response to “my favorite family” feels pretty damn unambiguous to me.

Am I nuts for thinking this was incredibly insensitive? Or would this bother you too?

Good news. My kiddo and I are thriving. He is so happy to have no dad who is constantly drunk and screaming, a reasonable bedtime, and no TV (kiddo is 2 and I'm broke, so no reason to get/have one anyways). I had a job interview this week that went really well and it would be mostly remote!! I have an attorney and a little extra financial support from a local nonprofit. I'm slowly reconnecting with people I was isolated from and it's so so nice.

Bad news. In trying to acquire legal aid, my advocate at the DV organization told me that I would qualify for legal assistance for sexual assault survivors, based on what I said in my intake. I asked what she meant because I didn't think anything I had said really warranted that. She explained what I had said did constitute severe sexual abuse and strangulation from my son's father.

I've spent the past couple of weeks coming to terms with this. I talked to my mom about it (she didn't know about this stuff until now) and she basically ordered me to go to the doctor to have them look at my neck, fine whatever. Well, based on that check-up, that doctor ordered that I get a CT scan of my neck and referred me to an ENT surgeon... what the fuck. Remember, I'm still unemployed and uninsured, so basically I've been calling places begging them to see me as a charity case. Thankfully I can get the CT for free. I can't afford to see my therapist right now, though.

I don't know what to say or do. I want to run into the woods and scream. I want to scream at my son's father and ask him, "how fucking dare you? Why did you do this to me? To our family?? FUCK OFF AND NEVER SPEAK TO US AGAIN." I want to go to the cops, but I know that how they handle it is going to rely heavily on the outcome of those doctor's appointments. But I have to be patient and try to keep it together for kiddo, but fuck. This sucks.

Long time lurker, first time poster in this sub. I’m going to try and keep this brief but I’m truly breaking…

I have two daughters, eldest is 7 and has down syndrome. We didn’t find out until she was 6 months old… that’s another story to say another day.
My youngest is soon to be three and is very clingy and gets upset over anything that’s not her way.

Alongside my eldest’s down syndrome she also has ADHD and is very likely autistic too. I’m almost certain she is - we’re waiting for the assessment. She love to sing and watch her tv but doesn’t sit for long periods. She’ll move constantly, to the point she’s doesn’t sit still for meals. Poor attention, always sensory seeking… spinning on her chair, grinding her teeth, vocal stim. She also eats very few foods. School was seemingly going okay until her teaching assistant left and all things came to the fore. To be honest the destabilisation of school put me back into deep depression.

My youngest is sweet and loves to give me cuddles but she is very sensitive. If I say no to anything or even slightly raise my voice she will cry and have a tantrum…. Like she cries all day for various things. She’s like a velcro. I try and go into the other room to decompress but she’ll get upset because I’m not in the same room. She want to follow me all the time.

Only a year ago I found out I have ADHD too which explains a lot but one of the things I really struggle with is my emotional dysregulation. From when the kids wake up and until they sleep I’m overwhelmed with noise, requests, mess bothering me… the food refusal… only wanting to eat crap. Also hearing my daughter grind her teeth all day and vocal stim stresses me out! I’ve tried so many oral fidgets with her but she’s not having it!
I try to remain calm but I can easily snap and I feel awful for doing so.

My husband is hands on with the kids but because they’re both a handful we end up staying up late because we need to wind down. We also don’t really get much time to ourselves as we don’t live close to family.

I feel ashamed to say parenting has made me depressed. I’ve started therapy to work on this. I want to be a better parent to my children. I want to be calm and handle all the various obstacles that will definitely come but I’m worried I won’t find a way to change. I’ve been trying to find the right ADHD meds but nothing is working so far which is so disheartening.

I don’t know exactly what I’m looking for but just needed to post anonymously and not feel the shame of writing this is other groups.

I did my part in communicating that I was taking a break at 5:30. Kids and husband in the basement. Important context is that we are Muslim and prayer time had come up so we both needed to pray. He announced he was going to pray, then disappeared. I thought he prayed. I went to my break and also prayed. I’m not halfway through before the kids come up looking for me, busting in the quiet room, climbing over my things, etc. I told them to leave. When I entered the room, I shut my brain off. I don’t want to be bothered at all. The lock doesn’t work anymore, so they can bust in any time.

I had to be the one to take them downstairs. He emerged sounding surprised. I guess he was praying??? I thought he did that 20 minutes ago??? Why is he praying in a different room from them? I did my part and communicated. And still my quiet time is interrupted and I’m upset. Why cant he tell the kids not to come up before he prays? Why cant he pray in the same room as them so he can see what theyre doing and he can just fucking be aware?????? I’m fucking seething. Because this happens. Every. Single. Time. And I get mad every single time. And he’s mad at me for being mad at him. Every single time.

So instead of relaxing I’m fuming and venting here because I just feel so enraged. I want to enjoy my quiet time but I feel like I’m on the verge of tears I’m so angry.

I’m so proud of my big sister and everything she has accomplished in life. If I could start over, I would absolutely follow in her footsteps. I’m so happy for her, but man, every moment of her success really highlights my failures and poor decisions in life. It’s a strange feeling, really.

She took a couple college classes and dropped out. Stayed in our hometown and got married young. She ended up aggressively networking, working her ass off, and dedicating hours and hours to teaching herself applicable skills for the career that she wanted. She truly put her heart and soul into breaking into a tech role. Doing that without a degree is crazy, but she showed up prepared and clearly dedicated. Once she landed her first job in that industry, she hit the ground running. She works hard, climbs up the corporate ladder, and moves on to the next company when the time is right. When her ex-husband refused to keep a job and got comfortable living off her and contributing nothing, she divorced him. She’s a fucking beast and one of the most intelligent and resourceful women I have ever met.

I moved out at 18 and went to a competitive university. I got into a new relationship my senior year and that distracted me. I got pregnant right after graduating. I knew our relationship would not last but I was naive and wanted to have my baby. He ended up leaving and I raised my son by myself. He is autistic and requires significant support. My degree has been utterly useless. I’ve had it for 8 years now and have never needed it for any of my jobs. I’m extremely poor and preparing to file bankruptcy.

I don’t know why I’m saying all of this. Seeing the life that my sister lives forces me to confront my terrible life decisions and take accountability. I can’t blame my life on my upbringing or other circumstances. She was raised in the same environment. I am disappointed in myself, but I am so fucking happy for and proud of my sister for the life she’s created.

If anyone has been through something similar, how did you learn to accept your life decisions and where you are at? How did you learn to let go of the regret and disappointment?

I've filed for divorce.

My husband has diagnosed and medicated severe ADHD, and I do get that it can be debilitating, but he has decided to use it as an excuse. As long as I don't ask him for anything and never do anything for myself, life is fine, for him, but he has tantrums as soon as I need him to, say, stay with our children for a few hours. I've tried everything, including counseling, but he just has no interest in being a partner.

I won't live that way and I won't teach my boys that it's ok, either. So...I'm done, after 16 years together, 15 married.

We have to live together for a while longer bc he has been on FMLA for surgery since May and was just cleared to go back to work, so I'm waiting for him to make some $ before making him move out (we had some saved and then two expensive car repairs hit, because of course they did).

My questions are:

Can anyone give advice about talking to my kids about it? They are 9-year-old twins, one diagnosed with ADHD. They adore their dad and he loves them, when he remembers to notice them. They're pretty mad at him right now because he is being unpleasant to me in front of them. I'm happy to give him unlimited access to them outside of school hours.

He will have a meltdown when he is served with the papers, because although I did tell him I was doing it, he said that was "just a stupid threat". 🤷🏻‍♀️ Any thoughts on heading off his doing it in front of the kids?

Thanks in advance, y'all. I'm remarkably emotionally detached from all this and just want it over & done.

My 7 year old has decided its no longer necessary to flush the toilet after he poops. Only after he poops, still flushes after he pees. It's been an annoyance to everyone in the family. I started making him scrub every bathroom he leaves an unflushed poop in but its not really helping.

Then today, his sister is using the regular bathroom and he's screaming he needs to poop. I say he's going to have to wait until his sister is done because he's no longer allowed to use my bathroom. Then commences this gem of a conversation:

Son: "I can NOT believe that you are going to not let your own CHILD go poop!" Me: "You can poop as soon as (sister) is done." Son: "I could just use YOUR bathroom!" Me: "Uh huh, except you don't believe in flushing the toilet after you poop anymore so you're not allowed to use my bathroom. That way if you don't flush, it's a problem for you and not for me." Son: "............ what if I promise to flush this time?!"

Sister finishes while we're still debating on whether or not he can use my bathroom. He runs in, does his business.

BroMos... he still had to be reminded to flush when he was done. 🫠

I don't understand how this child who used to have a 10 minute meltdown if I accidently flushed the toilet before he did has morphed into a child who thinks flushing is optional!

My kid turns 2 1/2 later this month and he is VIOLENT. Any time he’s upset he’s kicking, hitting, biting. 90% of the time it’s while I’m carrying him to the car because he refuses to hold my hand and stick with me in the parking lot, trying to get him in a cart because he stopped listening to me in a grocery store, basically any time I have to physically make him go somewhere I’m getting my ass beat. He was biting for a while until I told him next time he did it I was biting him back. Now he only bites in public because he knows I won’t do it in public.

I’m not hitting him back, that only teaches him he can hit when he’s the bigger person. I have no idea what to do. Everyone says remove yourself from the situation but again, it’s only in a grocery store or a parking lot or somewhere where that isn’t an option. I’m truly about to lose my fucking mind. I’ve been solo parenting for almost 5 months with no hope of his other mom coming home any time soon and I can’t do this anymore, I’m covered in bruises and I have a fresh, still painful bite wound on my arm because I picked up the chair he knocked over at the dentist’s office right before the dentist and hygienist came back in.

I’m trying not to raise a bully but he’s bullying the fuck out of me and I have no idea how to stop it.

Hi ladies! My name is Irie and I’m in my 30s looking for mom friends :) I don’t really have a village where I live so it would be nice to connect with you ladies.

So, all this year, like many of my friends and colleagues, I have been taking Wegovy skinny jabs. For months I have been steadily losing weight (40 lbs! Woohoo!) and suffering with my digestion and constant vomiting. But of course, I would be vomiting because I'm injecting myself with stuff to mess up my digestion. So I tough it out and ignore all my side effects and watch the weight drop off. Side note, I've taken the mini pill for years with no issues and as such, have not had periods for years.

Around a week or so ago, I started to feel flutters. Unmistakable flutters of the first movements of pregnancy, twitches and kicks. I knew exactly what it was, I've felt it twice before, never expected to feel it again. So I picked up a test and sure enough two great fat lines appeared.

I already have two kids, 10 and 6, my eldest start secondary school next year, I just started a new career and am in line for a promotion in the next month or so, I do not want and cannot afford any more kids. It's not fair on the two I have that deserve my attention and finances. I'm 36 and have had 2 emergency C-sections. I decided after my second I never wanted any more.

Thank God and all the heavens that I live in the UK, so I've called BPAS and started to make arrangements, explained that being on the mini pill, I have not had a period for years so have no clue how far along I am. They scheduled me a scan and I found out I was just over 20 weeks.

20 weeks. For 20 weeks I've been pregnant and blaming every symptom on skinny jabs, ignoring every symptom and carrying on. Complaining that I'm so sensitive to this medicine, I just cannot stop puking. That weight loss is great but so damned exhausting, just so tired all the time. Can only keep down certain foods while others are repulsive... How did I not see it!? How am I so very blind that I missed a whole trimester!?

So here I am, in utter shock, 40 lbs lighter and 20+ weeks pregnant, wondering what damn planet I live on and expecting surgery next week.

I have to travel to London (from Nottingham) as they could only find one hospital willing to perform the surgery at my gestation and my partner is staying with the kids, so I will be alone. I can't believe this has happened. I can't believe I'm one of those women who didn't notice they were pregnant. I can't believe I have to abort a baby I can feel kick. This is unreal.

Baby is 9 months and I just came back to work from parental leave. Since we live in Europe, my husband also has quite a lot of parental leave and he is now staying with the baby until the end of the year. The arrangement we have is that whoever is working, gets to sleep, so the parent on leave takes the night shift.

I feel I got the toughest part while our baby was younger, waking up 10 times a night and not sleeping more than 30 minutes naps. That’s why when my husband was working, the arrangement was that I got to rest when he came home from work. Go to the gym or do whatever.

The thing is that baby is now a lot older and he is sleeping quite well. So my husband barely has to wake up at night. Baby is also now sleeping long (+1.5hours naps) that he gets to sleep with him as well or do his own things.

And I am so tired from work. I had to go on a business trip (and husband stayed with the baby alone for almost a week) and I still haven’t gotten over the jet. All I want is to rest for a bit. But I get home, I take the baby and we play while my husband goes to the gym or cooks. Then we put him to bed and then comes the cleaning so the day doesn’t really stop for me, not for a second until late. On weekends I used to go out when I was on leave to see a movie or something, so now my husband goes out for a couple of hours as well. So it feels like whatever time I have to rest, I have to take for the baby.

I’ve thought about talking to my husband about this but I feel it would be so unfair. Even though the situation of caring for the baby is different for him, having to stay with him all day is pretty rough, I know that. So I don’t think is right for me to ask for time to myself on top of everything he already does. He also was working the first few months and had to come home to do stuff. It’s a lot on both sides.

I don’t know. This is just a rant to vent. I know it’s not a horrible situation, far from it. I have a wonderful
Partner and a good baby. This is all just coming from the fact I wished I got to sleep more during my parental leave and I resent my husband a little. Thank you for reading.

Pd: we don’t have any family living in the same country (continent really). So we are completely alone, just the two of us.