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2020.09.27 17:47 Zhozan I needed to post this. I think this is a good spot.

I was raised by my grandparents who had seven kids already. Most of them were grown when they took us in. I have been debating lately with well it wasn't that bad, kind of thinking. My grandmother which I called Mom and grandfather I called Dad were my father's parents and they hated my Bio Mom and would tell me seriously fucked up things about her "like look she is such a slut because you see that birthmark on your brother that means she slept with the N word." Or "she's such a slut she now has AIDS. This was back in the 1990's when AIDS was a scarier disease and most people died who got it then. Or the fact my Bio Mom slept with my grandfather and I was told my underage "Bio mom tricked my grandfather somehow into sleeping with her." I was told constantly they didn't know who my Bio Dad was because she was a slut. Which in the end made me feel like I wasn't apart of my family like the others were or my Bio brother. Also I was supposed to hate my mom which I couldn't.
Under the age of 5 my grandmother would hate the fact on the weekends the only time I saw my grandfather since he worked all the time I would jump into their bed and hang out with him before he got up. My grandmother would say "No; don't go in there, you are getting too old to hang out with your grandfather in bed." Don't know why but after then he didn't pay any attention to me. He was always angry with me after.
My Grandmother would get nudie mags and showed my brother and I pictures of naked women. Till this day I don't know why but I wish I could erase those images from my head. Many times she would talk about how my brothers and sisters (aunts and uncles) My father and his brothers had sex with his sisters by giving them a candy bar. Many nights as a teen when I was watching a movie with my brother she would sneak to our rooms to see what we were up to. Like she was hoping to catch us doing something.
When I was seven or eight I was sick for many months. During the winter we stayed in my grandparents room to save money on heat so my brothers and I bed was right across from theirs. The bathroom was off of their room. I spent many months vomiting and had diarrhea with severe stomach pains. My mom gave me old antibiotics which helped with some of the stomach pain. That halloween I vomited all night at a friends house. The first time I was invented to a friends house. I was never invented to go there again. I ruined wallpaper. Eventually I crawled into their bed tossing and turning after my grandfather came home after 1 am. He was fed up with no sleep they finally took me to the E.R. I guess I needed Emergency surgery for a ruptured appendix. A couple of minutes more and I would of died the doctor yelled to my grandparents. I saw the frustration and a worried look on the doctor's face. Doctor questioning my family how is this girl is hurting this bad and you all didn't fucking notice. That was my family excuse I didn't tell them. I could touch their bed from mine. No way they didn't notice. This was now around Thanksgiving. My Bio Dad during this time decided to get married on Thanksgiving to his new girlfriend. I didn't see him for months till the day after surgery he shows up saying he his married. With all the drugs they gave me I actually said out loud it wouldn't last a year. I was actually wrong though it was his longest relationship. I was pissed he didn't do anything either since he was off courting another girlfriend.
After the appendix next year was not any better with the constant infections from god knows what. But god or whatever decides to give me my monthly cycle early. At first it was scary. My grandmother would constantly touch my belly feeling if I was pregnant. She asked me what did I do to get my period so young. Like grabbing me by the shoulders shaking me. Who were you messing around with she asked? Scaring me further but not comprehending what she meant. I realized why she was touching my belly after a few years when my aunt/sister became pregnant.
During the teen years I worked whenever I could to stay out of the house. The longer I stayed out the less the arguments there would be. I joined sports because it help with my anger issues that I developed over the years. We constantly fought over that. No joining sports you have to work. I do work and do sports plus school. My grandparents wanted me to clean (vacuuming twice a day) Once before school and when I got home. I cooked dinner for them and did dishes while they ate. I canned their vegetables in the summer and early fall. Which always started on my birthday for some fragging reason. I planted the garden yes my grandfather got the soil ready by tilling it. I am a girl can't use a machine. And sold their veggies door to door. Also to give them most if not all my money I earned. They did buy my school clothes but they took the rest.
I took jobs anywhere never questioned what people paid. I worked in the school also as a dishwasher which irronectly gave me the most pay. I picked 12 hours with of corn for 5 bucks between my brother and me. Asshat.
It never seemed like enough. My family didn't know anything about me or what I did. My grandmother assumed I was out drinking with friends. Even though I handed her money everyday and she was happy. Not saying I never did but it was only 4 times in total. I got first place in every track meet every time for shot put and discus and other things I was in. My basketball team sucked. My grandfather came to school pissed that the busses didn't bring me home sooner. He was a bus driver he knew the times I would come home. He was so upset I was in sports even though they begged me to make friends. That is what I was trying to do make friends through what I read was through sports. The couple of friends I did have didn't like sports and my grandmother and grandfather didn't like them said they would be a bad influence on me. These friends were the quite kids in school they were too goodie goodie to be a bad influence. They never came to a sports meet or game ever. Even though I begged and they were close by to watch one. I never begged again. I wanted to show that even though I wasn't on the honor roll in the paper I was getting A's and B's. Since I worked a lot and stuff sometimes I was allowed to hand things in later. So I was actually on the fragging honor roll. I tried so hard to get them to just like me a little.
Around age fourteen I told my family about an uncle the was a pedo. He was coming to stay with us for a couple of weeks I was feeling terrible about this anxious, panicking the whole nine yards. I tried to tell others before but it never seemed right time and we moved far away so i figured I didn't need to tell anyone. Well that was a mistake. Basically I was told to get over it and it happened so long ago. My sisteaunt who married the asshat read my school assessment looking for another reason to why I mentioned this now... pointed to my grandmother see she just needs friends. It all a lie. She just saying it for attention. Even though he tried this on my believed sisteaunt a few years early that. By the way I do have friends it just said I was shy. Nothing to get over. Even my believed sister doesn't mind what happen to her either bringing her kids there. Everyone visits them even my bio dad before he moved went there and bypassed me even though I am two hours tops away.
Two years before this my grandmother tried to kill herself She said I was the reason for trying to kill herself. My brother and I were taken to my grandfather brother and wife. We were told we could stay with them forever. It was nice to experience what you would call normal family. It was such a heaven on earth that feeling helped carry me to adulthood. My aunt would ask little things that I didn't know adult would ever be interested in what a kid did. We all did chores together not me just serving others. Or me working alone. My uncle who is quit also he would actually listen to us not tell us children are to be seen not heard crap.
Well my siste aunt the younger of the bunch closes to my age by seven years came to get my brother and I. She said my grandparents just wanted to see how we were and we could pick up a few things of ours. Well I knew it wouldn't happen that way I kept saying no. I had school in the morning. I was tired maybe some other time. My sister says we will be quick and all that. Be back before dark. That my grandmother mom wants to see us. A few months earlier I saved my mom life supposedly she was trying to kill herself with her meds of insulin and heart meds. I took the needles away and broke them. I actually knew needles would be worse. All I did was what she taught me break the needles and put cap on so you don't prick yourself taking out the trash. She filled a few more I did it again. So she took her pills instead. It took awhile to get my grandfather's attention after thank god a short day at work. I didn't know how to call anyone. (this was before cell phones I wasn't allowed to touch phones).
Well my sisteaunt brings me to their new house. We spent a terrible night of them begging us to stay with them. I guess my uncle and aunt brought me and my brother to the state to get custody of us. My grandfather and grandmother said they only doing it for the money blah blah blah. I wanted to go back with all my heart and so did my brother. We were crying than my sister says "How can you do this do mom and dad?" "They took you in when no one else wanted you?" With those words I resigned my plea. Oh well we did get ice cream it was after midnight and my sister brought us their in the early evening. Six plus hours of the back and forth I would say anything to stop that torture.
It was times like this the back and forth where they say one thing and keep saying it till you just give in is the worse. I got in a accident in college which fragged up my goals. I was jogging I know I am too lazy to jog I hear them say constantly in my head now. Plus I am to fat to have ever jogged a day in my life. I hear them say. Well no I was jogging and I got rammed by a fragging car while on foot not driving a car. Well that stupid thing that hurt me for a long while I had to go home. My grandfather warned me he take me of his medical insurance. I was still under 21 didn't know what it implied till I went to PT. He actually did it I had to pay PT money out of pocket anyhow buy this much I couldn't do. I went twice more and decided I couldn't afford it. After awhile it was hard to move around and go to class. Which I really tried but two classes were up stairs in a old building. Stupid story for another time. Well after awhile I had to go home I tried everything to stay away but just couldn't any longer. Plus my dad said I couldn't use his tax returns for proof of how poor we were for college. College cost way more if you don't claim from parents.
I get home a few siblings were their my bio dad and wife my closest sister aunt everyone. I gained weight from not moving around much in months. My grandmother always said I would be 200 lbs by 20. Close to it thanks for that. Well we were all sitting outside they ask what happened I told them nothing much I was jogging and got hit by a car. I got an incomplete in two classes because the grading was on if you showed up. They said something has changed? I'm pissed I gotta come home but didn't say that out loud. I was also taking anxiety meds which I only did when I was home. Then they came with the same questions over and over. What happened? What were you doing? I worked and went to classes. I got a job like I did in high school plus another at the library. No you had to do other stuff. I kept my head low did what I was told. So these questions went on for awhile till I had enough. I decided to come up with the biggest lie to get the 20 questions over. I told them I became a drug dealer we decided to take drugs from the city to another smaller city all the way to the border. I also said I was a drug addict (I was addicted to nicotine and caffeine so not a total lie). But stayed away from other drugs as much as I could. So no I didn't sell or do drugs. I showed the a iv scare from the car accident and said I was a IV drug user. I just said every bad thing they ever said about others and kept piling it on. I sold myself for sex and a place to sleep. Like they said about my mom. I said I did this all under their nose in high school too. Drink party whatever. I had headaches in HS my grandmother said I was hungover even though I didn't touch it till senior year after I figured she kept saying I did it might try it. Though never did get a hangover. All those jobs I had was bringing people drugs I hid in the veggies from their garden. Was the big lie they all believed.
They actually went to validate this whopper wow I guess they thought fondly of me. I was the worst scum they ever seen.
In HS I actually got a boss to send home a evaluation on how I did at work. I worked with adults and only a few kids. I even taught two adults how to do her job and run the dishwasher machine no it nothing like the one at home. I was one of her best workers even out of the adults. It made me cry when my boss said that. Someone saw how hard I worked. I brought it to my grandfather who basically ignored it. My grandmother didn't say anything I don't think she read it anyhow.
Sorry for rambling I figured this would be therapeutic if I actually got it out of myself.
Thanks for reading. Take care
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2020.09.27 08:44 DELLPCLOVER42099 Cooking naked mom

I was age 15 it was 1999 I was just a impressionable young lad in a small Wisconsin some call it Greenville. Not a thing in the world could break me down. I had 0 cares in the world. I didn't cut my hair and had no fucks to give.
Like every teenager tho there's one thing I wanted in life. I wanted to have sex. My classmates talking about it non stop telling me about the party they went to that I couldn't go to because my mom and dad wanted me to catch up on my school work. I didnt wanna take any of it. I was sick of being bossed around by the parents teachers know the bigger people of the world. My mom always saying "Son be home at 18" and I thought to myself "Jeez bitch ill be home when I please"
But I still followed the rules because I know my father would whoop my ass. I was developing muscles I thought made me a tough stud fuck. The toughest stud fuck around. I'll show my classmates that I can fuck any girl I want. I was talking out of my ass at that point really but I wanted to show my parents that I can do whatever I want. Cool shit like gettings Fs on tests skateboarding and refusing to cut my hair. And listening to hip hop and punk rock music my parents thought was Satan in music form. I wanted to experience life to the fucking fullest dude. My parents wanted me to go to work.
Fuck working. I was way too cool to work. I was turning into an entirely different person. I was turning into a teenager. I was gonna live my teenage to be the most memorable years of my life. Today I look back and cringe. Realizing how much of a punk motherfucker I was. I despised everyone over the age of 25. And to them I'll show them I thought, I'll show them.
Thus began my rebellious phase of my teenage years. When I thought the establishment might be more evil than hitler. So I decided tomorrow night would be the night. The night that I snuck out. It was gonna be the Friday at Billy's party
Patty was gonna show up. Patty was the hottest girl of the class who I constantly failed to get the attention of. I was thinking with my cock and thought "Friday night is the night that im gonna fuck Patty Smith". I wanted to experience the party life. And most importantly I wanted to have sex. Deep inside I knew I loved my mom and dad. On the inside I was sick of their shit.
​Friday night what a joyous one. Billy's party was going on and I was gonna sneak out of the house to give the middle finger to every adult in my life. "Hey what's up man you ready for friday night" billy said to me "Fuck yeah dude" I shouted back at him.
Billy was my best friend since age 11. We knew everything about each other. Billy made money of his own by selling pirated copies of cds he made using his dad's computer. His dad never found out because he was always at work. If his dad found out he would beat the shit out of Billy. Billy's dad was an abusive guy who often beat Bily's mother and billy himself. Wore tank tops and drank in the morning. Billies dad was not gonna return home he had a business trip to Colorado.
Well anyways it was a cold december day. Very typical because I lived in a really cold state. But I refused to wear a coat and instead wore a flannel. I didn't wanna look like those two kids I saw on tv 7 months ago who blew up their school. I walked to class and there she was. Patty Smith. Today Patty Smith was wearing her long blonde hair down. She had a red skirt. I think I was in love. I couldn't wait till Friday night because I was determined to see her naked.
Today the Math teacher mr. Harris put us into groups to work on an assignment. I prayed to god he'd put me and Patty into a group
"Dylan I want you to work Roger Fred and Chris" oh well whatever
"Jimmy" oh yes my turn "I want you to work with Sheryl, Eric, and Patty" fuck yeah! I shouted in my mind.
I didn't have the balls to talk to Patty before. But if I wanted to fuck her I was gonna have to play it smooth. I was sitting there with the three and asked Patty "So did you hear about Billy's party"
She said "Of course I cant wait to see you guys there" I couldn't be happier.
​Skipping over the boring shit it's now friday night. I have a plan. I'm pretty good at climbing things. I was voted best climber In summer camp when I was 13. Dinner time. Tonight was a steak cooked well done. Typical midwestern mom cooking food like white people do. With some very average mash potatoes. "So how was today at school jimmy" mom asked
"It was another day mom" I replied.
I'd rather be at Billy's new year party then sitting there eating boring tasting food.
"Mom I'm kind of tired I wanna go to bed" I lied
"But you didn't finish your dinner"
I said "I'm not really hungry mom"
She replied "Son are you feeling ok" and I said "Yes mom I'm just feeling tired". I wasn't feeling tired. I was in the mood to party away. Into the new millennium.
Skip ahead to 9pm. How was I going to do this, I thought to myself. There was a patch of dirt right underneath the window underneath mine. If I could latch myself onto the window and land on the dirt I could end up not spraining my ankle. I held onto the window frame. I had to overcome the fear of holding on so I did. I then fell 14 feet down. I had sprained my ankle but this didn't stop me. I tried to walk it out.
Billy lived around the block from me so I just limped it out the entire way there. Boy did my foot hurt like fuck.
"Hey Jimmy you're here"
"Lets party dude" and he pulled out this cigarette thing "Where did you get that cigarette" I asked "Oh that's not a cigarette jackass, its pot" Billy exclaimed
"Everyone's gonna pass it around"
"Does it make you look cool" I asked billy "Hell yeah it does, and it makes you feel funny and see funny things"
I replied "Whoa dude that sounds cool as fuck"
"Hell fucking yeah man were gonna experience the next 1000 years high"
"Anyways here's wonderwall" said Dylan.
Eric yelled "Hey shut the fuck up and get that guitar out of here" billy kicked dylan out. Dylan said "I'm gonna get revenge on you fucks for this".
Patty arrived and said to everyone "Hey what's gonna on" Billy said "Sit down were all gonna get high, you first Patty" patty took a fat hit off that joint.
An hour goes by and I'm so high I can't stand straight. I say "Patty do you want to have sex" and I couldn't stop laughing she says "Yeah I bet it wont fit" giggling a lot. So I crawled my way to the bedroom basically. I put my large 7 inch cock into her tight circumference pussy as 2pac was blasting. I was gonna show her I was a man. I started thrusting doggystyle. She moaned so loud everyone heard. I was tugging that bitches clit as I licked her fucking pussy so hard. I fucked her asshole so hard a little bit of yummy blood came out of her shit filled asshole there were sharp objects inside of it so I cut my tongue a little bit. I pissed across her back and shit into her vagina. I shot my load on Billy's lamp. She licked it off and Billy's dog licked the rest. I imagine it tasted good too. Like human shit. Yumscolicious.
​ But as I finished across her tits the power shut off billies computer and tv and radios and shit stopped working. "What the Fuck" I yelled. There was a crashed plane and the whole neighborhood was in ruins. It was true fucker! Y2k had fucking happened bitch.
Y2k had happened and we all formed our own civilization. But Dylan came back and persuaded Eric to join him. With a long black trench Coat and a hat on backwards. He was holding a gun towards us. "You bastards betrayed us" I yelled "Yeah thats right" yelled Eric.
"I'm gonna take a goddamned shotgun and blow your frickin head off". Little did he know that the radiation from the air was kicking in. I quickly ran into the basement as they started shooting. The radiation poisoning killed them both. Now I was alone in a basement When I ran into some tapes. I never figured out what was on the tapes because there was no tvs working. To this day I keep in touch
With my old pals because you never know when life can turn around and shit all over your tits.
​I've learned a thing or two. I thought. I've reviewed my life. I've learned that as kids its important to listen to our parents. And I know that for a fact. I learned myself. Well fuck it. Goodnight.
THE END
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2020.09.27 07:07 DELLPCLOVER42099 Mom naked cooking

I WAS AGE 15 IT WAS 1999 I WAS JUST A INPRESSIONABLE YOUNG LAD IN A SMALL WISCONSIN SOME CALL IT GREENVILLE. NOT A
THING IN THE WORLD COULD BREAK ME DOWN. I HAD 0 CARES IN THE WORLD. I DIDNT CUT MY HAIR AND HAD NO FUCKS
TO GIVE. LIKE EVERY TEENAGER THO THERES ONE THING I WANTED IN LIFE. I WANTED TO HAVE SEX. MY CLASSMATES
TALKING ABOUT IT NON STOP TELLING ME ABOUT THE PARTY THEY WENT TO THAT I COUDLNT GO TO BECAUSE MY MOM
AND DAD WANTED ME TO CATCH UP ON MY SCHOOL WORK. I DIDNT WANNA TAKE ANY OF IT. I WAS SICK OF BEING BOSSED
AROUND BY THE PARENTS TEACHERS YKNOW THE BIGGER PEOPLE OF THE WORLD. MY MOM ALWAYS SAYING
"SON BE HOME AT 18" AND I THOUGHT TO MYSELF "JEEZ BITCH ILL BE HOME WHEN I PLEASE"
BUT I STILL FOLLOWED THE RULES BECAUSE I KNOW MY FATHER WOULD WHOOP MY ASS. I WAS DEVELOPING MUSCLES
I THOUGHT MADE ME A TOUGH STUD FUCK. THE TOUGHEST STUD FUCK AROUND. ILL SHOW MY CLASSMATES THAT I CAN FUCK
ANY GIRL I WANT. I WAS TALKING OUT OF MY ASS AT THAT POINT REALLY BUT I WANTED TO SHOW MY PARENTS THAT I CAN DO WHATEVER I WANT
COOL SHIT LIKE GETTINGS FS ON TESTS SKATBOARDING AND REFUSING TO CUT MY HAIR. AND LISTEING TO HIP HOP AND PUNK ROCK MUSIC MY
PARENTS THOUGHT WAS SATAN IN MUSIC FORM. I WANTED TO EXPIERENCE LIFE TO THE FUCKING FULLEST DUDE. MY PARENTS WANTED ME TO GO TO WORK.
FUCK WORKING. I WAS WAY TO COOL TO WORK. I WAS TURNING INTO AN ENTIRLEY DIFFERENT PERSON. I WAS TURNING INTO A TEENAGER. I WAS GONNA
LIVE MY TEENAGE TO BE THE MOST MEMEORABLE YEARS OF MY LIFE. TODAY I LOOK BACK AND CRINGE. REALIZING HOW MUCH OF A PUNK MOTHERFUCKER
I WAS. I DESPISED EVERYONE OVER THE AGE OF 25. AND TO THEM ILL SHOW THEM I THOUGHT ILL SHOW THEM.
THUS BEGAN MY REBELLIOUS PHASE OF MY TEENAGE YEARS. WHEN I THOUGHT THE ESTABLISHMENT MIGHT BE MORE EVIL
THAN HITLER. SO I DECIDED TOMORROW NIGHT WOULD BE THE NIGHT. THE NIGHT THAT I SNUCK OUT. IT WAS GONNA BE THE FRIDAY AT BILLYS PARTY
PATTY WAS GONNA SHOW UP. PATTY WAS THE HOTTEST GIRL OF THE CLASS WHO I CONSTANTLY FAILED TO GET THE ATTENTION OF. I WAS THIKING
WITH MY COCK AND THOUGHT "FRIDAY NIGHT IS THE NIGHT THAT IM GONNA FUCK PATTY SMITH". I WANTED TO EXPIERENCE THE PARTY LIFE.
AND MOST IMPORTANTLY I WANTED TO HAVE SEX. DEEP INSIDE I KNEW I LOVED MY MOM AND DAD. ON THE INSIDE I WAS SICK OF THEIR SHIT.

FRIDAY NIGHT WHAT A JOYUS ONE. BILLYS PARTY WAS GOING ON AND I WAS GONNA SNEAK OUT OF THE HOUSE TO GIVE THE MIDDLE FINGER TO 
EVERY ADULT IN MY LIFE. "HEY WHATS UP MAN YOU READY FOR FRIDAY NIGHT" BILLY SAID TO ME "FUCK YEAH DUDE" I SHOUTED BACK AT HIM. BILLY WAS
MY BEST FRIEND SINCE AGE 11. WE KNEW EVERYTHING ABOUT EACHOTHER. BILLY MADE MONEY OF HIS OWN BY SELLING PIRATED COPIES OF CDS HE MADE
USING HIS DADS COMPUTER. HIS DAD NEVER FOUND OUT BECAUSE HE WAS ALWAYS AT WORK. IF HIS DAD FOUND OUT HE WOULD BEAT THE SHIT OUT OF
BILLY. BILLIES DAD WAS AN ABUSIVE GUY WHO OFTEN BEAT BILLIES MOTHER AND BILLY HIMSELF. WORE TANK TOPS AND DRANK IN THE MORNING.
BILLIES DAD WAS NOT GONNA RETURN HOME HE HAD A BUSINESS TRIP TO COLARADO. WELL ANYWAYS IT WAS A COLD DECEMBER DAY. VERY TYPICAL
BECAUSE I LIVED IN A REALLY COLD STATE. BUT I REFUSED TO WEAR A COAT AND INSTEAD WORE A FLANNEL. I DIDNT WANNA LOOK LIKE THOSE TWO
KIDS I SAW ON TV 7 MONTHS AGO WHO BLEW UP THEIR SCHOOL. I WALKED TO CLASS AND THERE SHE WAS. PATTY SMITH. TODAY PATTY SMITH HAD WAS
WEARING HER LONG BLONDE HAIR DOWN. SHE HAD A RED SKIRT. I THINK I WAS IN LOVE.
I COULDNT WAIT TILL FRIDAY NIGHT BECAUSE I WAS GONNA SEE HER NAKED. TODAY THE
MATH TEACHER MR. HARRIS PUT US INTO GROUPS TO WORK ON AN ASSIGNMENT. I PRAYED TO GOD HED PUT ME AND PATTY INTO A GROUP
"DYLAN I WANT YOU TO WORK ROGER FRED AND CHRIS" OH WELL WHATEVER "JIMMY" OH YES MY TURN "I WANT YOU TO WORK WITH
SHERYL, ERIC, AND PATTY" FUCK YEAH! I SHOUTED IN MY MIND. I DIDNT HAVE THE BALLS TO TALK TO PATTY BEFORE. BUT IF I WANTED TO FUCK HER
I WAS GONNA HAVE TO PLAY IT SMOOTH. I WAS SITTING THERE WITH THE THREE AND ASKED PATTY "SO DID YOU HEAR ABOUT BILLIES PARTY"
SHE SAID "OF COURSE I CANT WAIT TO SEE YOU GUYS THERE" I COULDNT BE HAPPIER.

SKIPPING OVER THE BORING SHIT ITS NOW FRIDAY NIGHT. I HAVE A PLAN. IM PRETTY GOOD AT CLIMIBING THINGS. I WAS VOTED BEST CLIMBER 
IN SUMMER CAMP WHEN I WAS 13. DINNER TIME. TONIGHT WAS A STEAK COOKED WELL DONE. TYPICAL MIDWESTERN MOM COOKING FOOD LIKE WHITE
PEOPLE DO. WITH SOME VERY AVERAGE MASH POTATOES. "SO HOW WAS TODAY AT SCHOOL JIMMY" MOM ASKED "IT WAS ANOTHER DAY MOM" I REPLIED.
ID RATHER BE AT BILLYS NEW YEAR PARTY THEN SITITNG THERE EATING BORING TASTING FOOD. "MOM IM KIND OF TIRED I WANNA GO TO BED" I LIED
"BUT YOU DIDNT FINSIH YOUR DINNER" I SAID "IM NOT REALLY HUNGRY MOM" SHE REPLIED "SON ARE YOU FEELING OK" AND I SAID "YES MOM IM JUST
FEELING TIRED" I WASNT FEELING TIRED. I WAS IN THE MOOD TO PARTY AWAY. INTO THE NEW MILLENIAM. SKIP AHEAD TO 9PM. HOW WAS I GOING TO
DO THIS, I THOUGHT TO MYSELF. THERE WAS A PATCH OF DIRT RIGHT UNDERNEATH THE WINDOW UNDERNEATH MINE. IF I COULD LATCH MYSELF ONTO
THE WINDOW AND LAND ON THE DIRT I COULD END UP NOT SPRAINING MY ANKLE. I HELD ONTO THE WINDOW FRAME. I HAD TO OVERCOME THE FEAR OF
HOLDING ON SO I DID. I THEN FELL 14 FEET DOWN. I HAD SPRAINED MY ANKLE BUT THIS DIDNT STOP ME. I TRIED TO WALK IT OUT. BILLY LIVED AROUND
THE BLOCK FROM ME SO I JUST LIMPED IT OUT THE ENTIRE WAY THERE. BOY DID MY FOOT HURT LIKE FUCK. "HEY JIMMY YOURE HERE" "LETS PARTY DUDE" AND
HE PULLED OUT THIS CIGARETTE THING "WHERE DID YOU GET THAT CIGARETTE" I ASKED "OH THATS NOT A CIGARETTE JACKASS, ITS POT" BILLY EXCALIMED
"EVERYONES GONNA PASS IT AROUND" "DOES IT MAKE YOU LOOK COOL" I ASKED BILLY "HELL YEAH IT DOES, AND IT MAKES YOU FEEL FUNNY AND SEE FUNNY
THINGS" I REPLIED "WHOA DUDE THAT SOUNDS COOL AS FUCK" "HELL FUCKING YEAH MAN WERE GONNA EXPIERNCE THE NEXT 1000 YEARS HIGH" "ANYWAYS
HERES WONDERWALL" SAID DYLAN. ERIC YELLED "HEY SHUT THE FUCK UP AND GET THAT GUITAR OUT OF HERE" BILLY KICKED DYLAN OUT. DYLAN SAID "IM
GONNA GET REVENGE ON YOU FUCKS FOR THIS". PATTY ARRIVED AND SAID TO EVERYONE "HEY WHATS GONNA ON" BILLY SAID "SIT DOWN WERE ALL GONNA
GET HIGH, YOU FIRST PATTY" PATTY TOOK A FAT HIT OFF THAT JOINT. AN HOUR GO BY AND IM SO HIGH I CANT STAND STRAIGHT. I SAY "PATTY DO YOU
WANT TO HAVE SEX" AND I COULDNT STOP LAUGHING SHE SAYS "YEAH I BET IT WONT FIT" GIGGLING A LOT. SO I CRAWLED MY WAY TO THE BEDROOM BASICALLY

I PUT MY LARGE 7 INCH COCK INTO HER TIGHT CICUMRENCE PUSSY AS 2PAC WAS BLASTING. I WAS GONNA SHOW HER I WAS A MAN. I STARTED THRUSTING 
DOGGYSTYLE. SHE MOANED SO LOUD EVERYONE HEARD. I WAS TUGGING THAT BITCHES CLIT AS I LICKED HER FUCKING PUSSY SO HARD. I FUCKED HER ASSHOLE
SO HARD A LITTLE BIT OF YUMMY BLOOD CAME OUT OF HER SHIT FILLEED ASSHOLE THERE WERE SHARP OBJECTS INSIDE OF IT SO I CUT MY TOUNGE A LITTLE
BIT. I PISSED ACROSS HER BACK AND SHIT INTO HER VAGINA. I SHOT MY LOAD ON BILLIES LAMP. SHE LICKED IT OFF AND BILLIES DOG LICKED THE REST. I
IMAGINE IT TASTED GOOD TOO. LIKE HUMAN SHIT. YUMSCOLICIOUS.

BUT AS I FINISHED ACROSS HER TITS THE POWER SHUT OFF JIMMIES COMPUTER AND TV AND RADIOS AND SHIT STOPPED WORKING. "WHAT THE 
FUCK" I YELLED. THERE WAS A CRASHED PLANE AND THE WHOLE NEIGHBORHOOD WAS IN RUINES. IT WAS TRUE FUCKER! Y2K HAD FUCKING HAPPENED BITCH.
Y2K HAD HAPPENED AND WE ALL FORMED OUR OWN CIVILAZTION. BUT DYLAN CAME BACK AND PERSUDADED ERIC TO JOIN HIM. WITH A LONG BLACK TRENCH
COAT AND A HAT ON BACKWARDS. HE WAS HOLDING A GUN TOWARDS US. "YOU BASTARDS BETRAYED US" I YELLED "YEAH THATS RIGHT" YELLED ERIC.
"IM GONNA TAKE A GODDAMED SHOTGUN AND BLOW YOUR FRICKIN HEAD OFF". LITTLE DID HE KNOW THAT THE RADIATION FROM THE AIR WAS KICKING IN.
I QUICKLY RAN INTO THE BASEMENT AS THEY STARTED SHOOTING. THE RADITION POSIONING KILLED THEM BOTH. NOW I WAS ALONE IN A BASEMENT
WHEN I RAN INTO SOME TAPES. I NEVER FIGURED OUT WHAT WAS ON THE TAPES BECAUSE THERE WAS NO TVS WORKING. TO THIS DAY I KEEP IN TOUCH
WITH MY OLD PALS BECAUSE YOU NEVER KNOW WHEN LIFE CAN TURN AROUND AND SHIT ALL OVER YOUR TITS.

IVE LEAREND A THIGN OR TWO. I THOUGHT. IVE REVIEWED MY LIFE. IVE LEARENED THAT AS KIDS ITS IMPORTNAT TO LISTEN TO OUR PARENTS. 
AND I KNOW THAT FOR A FACT. I LEARENED MYSELF. WELL FUCK IT. GOODNIGHT. THE END.
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2020.09.26 03:45 Shaken_and_lost626 Mom naked cooking

Okay so my predicament is one that took a while and a few miscommunications but ultimately landed me and my husband, along with my son, as bad guys in the house we live in. So it technically started in California where my mother, stepfather, husband and I lived in a two bedroom,two bath duplex with a small backyard that was $800 an month to live in not counting utilities. (those were a beast of their own)
We lived in that place for almost ten years with my stepfather paying for the rent and utilities, i was 11-12 at the time we moved in and didn’t meet my later husband until the first year of high school. We became high school sweethearts and he moved in after 2016 and we graduated. Then I found I was pregnant in 2018, not only that but my stepfather had developed brain cancer, my husband and I took care of him while my mom worked to hopefully help with rent and things we needed for the house.
Unfortunately as his caregivers we couldn’t work, all our time was spent helping my stepfather and making his last months somewhat painless, eventually he got worst and ended up in his room on hospice care. He passed away in the house while the one day I told my husband to take advantage of a job offer from his uncle and that my mother and I could handle my stepfather, as she had the day off. December, 17th of 2018 at about 7-8 pm he took his least breath while my mother sat at the edge of their bed after telling him if he wanted to take a nap he could and that she would be right there when he opened his eyes again, sadly he didn’t wake up, I was walking down the hallway back to their room when I heard my mothers desperate cried for him. I was about six or seven months pregnant at the time and my heart dropped. When I opened the door I saw her cradling his head and crying, I guess I was in shock because I asked what happened only to be told he was gone.
It felt like my brain broke because all I could say was “what?”, my mother told me to call my husband because he needed to know and she didn’t want him to walk in on all of this and be caught off guard. I called him at work and told him through tears I needed him home because my stepdad, who loved my husband like a son, was gone. Then I started calling my brothers and family friends for my mother while she called the hospice nurse. Ultimately he was taken by the funeral home once properly pronounced dead and we where left with a lonely house.
Christmas was hard on all of us and our animals but we also knew we couldn’t keep the house for long if my mother didn’t go back to work. I was left home a lot after that since my mother and husband worked to help keep us a float until a small light came into our lives on June 13th 2019 with the birth of my first son. Good things don’t last though as my mother found out her mother, my grandmother, was in the hospital. So she had to go be with her since her condition wasn’t looking good. My husband and I lived in the dark practically and only used the air conditioner when it was absolutely needed and we managed to cut our utility bills in half for the time she was gone. My grandmother passed in late 2019 and with that came a new problem, my grandfather who suffers from dementia needed help.
My two aunts couldn’t take proper care of him so my mother stepped up to bat and with tears and a lot of stress from packing and with a newborn our whole family moved across the country to Michigan. My aunt had been kind enough to lend us her house near my grandfather in return of basically house sitting and with the only conditions being not to chance the panels in the living room and that when her son was out of jail (my cousin) he could come back to the house as it was his only place too. We agree and move in, (my aunt lives in the upper peninsula of Michigan, near Canada for work.)
It was all fine for a while until my mom moved in with my grandfather to easily help him more often and so he wasn’t alone most of the time but she also started working to help us find our own place. My husband did odd jobs but every bit of money when to our son to make sure he was okay. Now don’t assume this house is 100% safe to live in, it’s livable but not something we planned on staying in for a long time. We moved in around early August of 2019 and my husband had bad luck with work all through the last of summer into winter when no one was hiring.
Six months after I gave birth we found I was pregnant again...(I know, I know, but I promise we were being safe about it but we think the rubber we used broke...) and by this time my cousin had moved a crazy girls in and out of the house and another of our cousins in and out of the house. We though he’d take a brake and not rush into another relationship without thinking but we couldn’t get that lucky.
I am currently going to give birth in October sometime around the 20th-22nd of this year to another little boy, but the most pressing nag concern isn’t even my birth it’s finding a knew place to live because in the past three to five months we’ve been treated like maids and freeloaders. My mother has been giving my aunt $300 a month for our rent so my husband can spend the little money he makes on our first son and our needs (toilet paper, shampoo and other things like that) I have food assistance so I handle our food for now until I give birth and start looking for work on my own. The $300+ a month has been originally happening because when we moved in my aunt had to turn back on the water and electricity for the house and we were to cover the bills until my cousin was out of jail then we could split the bills. Well my cousin didn’t do much of that, my mother still give my aunt $300 a month and at one point gave her $600 because my cousin was short on cash and the bills ran a little higher during winter.
Well back to my cousin and his new girlfriend treating us like housekeepers, my husband has done almost all the chores since we have moved in while he tells me to only worry about the dogs and the baby, I still help him when dishes are piled high in the sink and all over the counter top. I won’t sit here and say I’m a perfect cleaner cause I am FAAAAR from good at keeping on top of the dishes but it astounds me that they as two people and her infant son (not my cousins baby in case you wondered) could go through almost all of the dishes we have in the house in the span of three days!!
Then leave it in the sink for DAYS without touching them, we got tired of having no dishes and having to move everything over when we cleaned and put our plates or bowls we used away only for them to grab them and dirty them up too. We had to wash the dishes if we wanted any space on the counter or in the sink but if that was the only thing I wouldn’t be so upset but it’s not. We vacuumed the living room and hallway all the time and cleaned the counters/ stove after we cooked only to find it a mess the next day, we also would find their dirty clothes all over the living room. Underwear, both male and female, bras stuffed in the couch and loveseat. His girlfriend walks around in his boxers and a bra only most days and not like my husband looks but it’s uncomfortable for me as I hardly know this woman walking around half naked. She does nothing all day, I am home all day so I see her a lot and know for a fact she had never cleaned the dishes or vacuumed once, she complains at my cousin until he does it, he also cooks almost all of their food and if she hates what he makes then he makes something else for her.
My aunt loves this girl and says how much of a good influence she is on her son, she is blind to just how entitled and childish this woman can be. If something doesn’t work the way she wants or does what she wants she brakes things and takes her anger out on the house around her. We had replaced the kitchen sink because it was broken when we moved in and within a month or two of her bing her she broke it, the faucet came right off and had to be glued back on and after telling us she or my cousin would fix it we had too ultimately because everyone we turned the water on it would pop of and spray water all over the place. If that wasn’t bad enough, that day when she broke the sink she stomped into the bathroom to wash her baby and I can’t say what caused her to do this but she set the baby down and slammed the door repeatedly until it broke off the hinge and was left hanging on the bottom hinge.
My husband fixed it because when they left the house shortly after and didn’t come back until after dark. Majority of the time we had no idea why she was mad or who she was mad at because she would stomp around without talking to us and slam doors. Well this all came to a head when she announced she was pregnant with my cousins baby, I was and still am happy for them, however one day two weeks ago I was chatting with another cousin of mine (c2) and the conversation when tad follows:
(C2): hay how’s cousin and his girlfriend doing? Me: oh their good, she’s pregnant again. (C2): I saw on Facebook, why is that a bad thing?! Me: it’s not, I didn’t know they were trying for a baby is all, I knew they were open to the idea of having another because cousin wants at least two. (C2): well why does it matter to you since your already pregnant? Me: well my situation is a little different as mine is an accident and I wasn’t sure I was going to keep my pregnancy. I’m happy for them don’t get me wrong. My mother: it’s just another reason to have them find a place to live.
My mother was talking about us as we all live in a three bedroom on bathroom trailer “house” with four adults who each already have on child each and a mother on the way with three animals tossed into the mix! Well (C2) took this conversation and spun it when getting smoking pot with my cousin and his girlfriend and they now hate me. They told my husband over text after we asked why they started being so hostile to use was because they talked with (C2) and he told them that I said “at least mines an accident” and rolled my eyes also called me a guest who over stayed our welcome in HIS house and that we should avoid them because for a year we have done nothing to find our own place to live and have taken over his house.
I was shocked as up until this he was nice to us and we did all the chores with the exception of doing their laundry and take care of her baby. We never asked them to take care of our animals as we did all that so they never had too, sometimes they were kind enough to take them out if we didn’t see one of the dogs sitting by the back door but they never had to pick up the 2 dogs poop or feed them, never had to scoop the cat box or feed the cat, nothing for our animals was ever pushed onto them. But even with all of this he never sat us down and talked about anything he had an issue with, he acted like everything was cool and good between him, my husband and I, even if his girlfriend was in a mood.
Now as things have started to cool down I guess we have kicked our search into high gear and have found we may have to rehome one of our dogs who is 75lbs of love to people and the fur siblings but not so much or we thing not so much to other animals. We have so much left to do and worry about that my health and pregnancy have been neglected a little so that I can find something for us so we don’t have an explosion in the house of them against us. I don’t feel safe and everywhere we call said they won’t take us if we have the big dog but she is my mothers dog who my stepfather gave her before he died and I don’t want to part with her and see my mom go through that. No one will take me since I’m gonna pop next month so I can’t work and my husband dos t feel safe leaving me alone with our under two year old baby in this house alone with the both or one of them because of two separate threats they have make towards us.
I can’t sleep at night very well and ended up sleeping at my other aunts house with my husband and the baby so I could get sleep without fear and anxiety talking hold of me. I need help but we are all stuck and during this pandemic I feel like no matter how hard I try or my husband, mother and I try to put our head together and think of ways to dig us out of this hole, that we just keep getting sucked deeper into the dark. It’s made me think of death a few times but I can’t pass this pain I feel onto my family like that. All this stress and pain is bad for me and the baby I’m carrying but I can’t find a way out of this place.
My family needs help and I have absolutely no idea what to do or how to help us.
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2020.09.21 07:02 tuuhduuh Mom naked cooking

I am 35 years old and I recently had a PTSD flashback when me and my fiancé got into a huge argument over getting married. I have never realized I had PTSD until a few days ago. Before I dive into what recently happened, let me start off by explaining my childhood. When I was a kid, about 7, I woke up one morning to seeing my Mom on the front porch, she had a backpack beside her. She was just sitting there, so I opened the door and I can’t really remember what was said, but to my knowledge she said something like she is smoking a cigarette and just came back in. The next morning I woke up my mom was gone, and left a note saying she left my dad for another woman. Now my Dad is 6”2, 260 long haired tattooed up mean biker type guy. He didn’t take crap from anyone, or authority figures. He beat two cops up legally before because they failed to identify themselves. Anyways my Mom never came back at all. I never seen her since. I was the third born out of 4 boys. And my Dad was very strict, he had to control everything. He lived on disability even though he could’ve worked. We were pretty poor living in cockroach infested houses with barely any food to get by, and we wore raggedy clothes from donations. I would sometimes have to wear the same outfits days at a time. So you can imagine how we was treated in school. Now also I am hearing impaired and I wear hearing aids in both ears. I have had 20 surgeries to put tubes in. Well here’s where it starts getting dark... Our dad was a fuckin prick, he didn’t give two shits about who saw him beat us. Everyone was scared of him. One time I was really hungry so I made some deep fried potatoes and onions because that’s all we had at the time. My Dad was drunk too. And when he found out I was cooking without permission, he made me eat the entire plate of food. All while he was saying I’m a piece of shit for eating food and not asking if he was hungry, and he would smack me so hard I would almost lose consciousness every time I would take another bite. I don’t remember much after that. Then when me and my brothers would play, we would always be “too loud” because he was trying to lay down and watch tv (he always laid on the couch while we all was forced to stay inside and not go out and play) and do nothing all day. So he would take us all one by one, and we would watch each other get smacked so hard it would make our ears ring.... wow I just now remembered the ear ringing part.... anyways we would have to watch each other get smacked, and to see this happen to your own brother, the brother you played with and laughed with, the only people who we trusted, would be forced to watch this happen, and we would wait our turns. (Sorry for skipping some things, it’s the first time I had to explain this, so I’m leaving out a lot of other abuse, I’m just stating what I remember right now) One time a friend of ours drew a Jewish star on toilet paper and my Dad seen it and flipped out. At this time none of us knew what was going on. We all thought he made it up just so he can beat us. We later found out it was our friend who was the only friend who could come hangout. Anyways he made us all line up and he would pretend he was doing martial arts on us. He would act like Bruce Lee, and he just hit me right in my chest and I fell down 6 feet away starving for oxygen. I couldn’t imagine what this looked like to my brothers who had to witness it. Then it was the next brothers turn, he would make us all draw stars to see if it matched the one on the toilet paper roll, he said “this is like me wiping my ass to God, who did this” and we all would say we didn’t do it because we didn’t. Anyways it was the next brothers turn, it was my oldest brothers turn. My Dad jumped and did a front kick to his chest and knocked him through the closet wall. He fell to the ground gasping for air....whew this is hard to explain....especially the next part... I hated seeing my brothers get hurt, it killed me. I was helpless I couldn’t do anything, I wanted to, I wished that Superman would come save us, because no one could take my dad he was pretty well rounded in CQC. I would imagine Superman coming in and kicking his ass. And it made me feel a little better. Anyways he continued this for I have no idea how long... This part is the hardest on me to explain but I’ll do my best.... WARNING, TRIGGER!!! My dad did this to us 3 times that I can remember.... I can’t remember why he did this to us but the site we all had to participate in and watch and feel what was going on was so surreal.... He would make us three hold one of our brothers down.... by the ankle last, the wrists and head....We would have to strip naked....as we would hold each other down.... whew it hurts so much thinking about it....I had to forcibly hold my brother down and if he got loose he would smack the taste out our mouths... so we had no choice but to be rough....I had to hold down my brother as he begged my dad to stop beating his naked body....with a leather belt, he would sometimes use the belt buckle side... the feeling of me holding down my brothers ankles as he was tortured by our own Father, who we looked up to for guidance and security and safety, who we still loved even though he hated us, would do such things to us.... My brothers and I would take turns begging our dad to stop, this happened four times because there’s four of us, so this was pretty traumatic. Ok... also when we would go out to public we could t say anything, touch anything, play, or even look sad. If we did he would say “You think I wouldn’t smack you in front of all these people” boy was we wrong, he would smack us so hard that the ringing in our ears would go crazy. I’m hearing impaired so when he smacked me it would hurt so much more... Me... I had to deal with this, and deal with bullies at school. Our dad made us all have long hair and we wasn’t allowed to cut it. So he gave us all mullets. T hat wasn’t popular in school, maybe it was then but I didn’t like it. I had long hair, big glasses, and the old time big ol hearing aid. So I was quite the specimen for bullies because they could come up with so many things to make fun of me about. All while I’m trying to forget what happened the night before from my dad. My Dad never taught us how to do anything. Nothing at all. Not even to ride a bike or even tie our shoes. My second oldest brother didn’t learn to tie his shoes until he was 14, or ride a bike until he was 15. So we wasn’t prepared for what the world had to offer. Oh also me and my brothers lived on the south side in a bad neighborhood and we was in a drive by, some van pulled up and started shooting up our house while my dad was bouncing at a strip club. Me being the crazy one (the one who goes head first into trouble) tried to pull out my dads gun and shoot back but my oldest brother took the gun from me. One of the bullets ripped through my oldest brothers pillow where he was resting his head..... Then after that he would mentally abuse us by putting his gun to his head making us beg him not to do it, we would freak out crying not knowing what to do. He did this I don’t know how many times. To the point where we knew he was lying. As we got older my brothers started to get gfs and eventually they all had children and wives. I was 22 I think I don’t feel like doing math) While me, the bad boy was stuck with him because I would get drunk a lot and go out and get into fights and I would repeat this over and over until I was so depressed that I told my dad I was going to kill myself (before this I almost got shot by a cop, I have so many stories to tell but not enough time, I could write a book) and he didn’t utter a word. This happened December 27th, 2007. TRIGGER!! So I went into the kitchen and drew out a steak knife and I worked myself up to stab myself in the stomach..... I did and I didn’t feel anything, when I pulled the knife out some fat or muscle came out with it (because it was a serrated blade) and plugged the hole I made. I went into the living room where my dad was laying and showed him and he didn’t seem to be phased. Until I passed out on the floor.... I was in and out while I was driven to the hospital by my oldest brother and my Dad. I was in so much pain, it hurt so bad I couldn’t stop cussing, I was yelling curse words so loud. So I wake up the next morning with 25 staples in my stomach and I’m surrounded by all my loved ones....The look on their faces.. will haunt me for the rest of my life...(one of the people there was my best friend Cody who I played my guitar with and he played drums, recently took his own life) From that day on I never thought about suicide again. I have a huge heart, I love without limitation. I give and never want anything in return. This story isn’t even including what has triggered my ptsd. Or the love story I am currently in. I made a wish when I was 5 to marry a redhead with blue eyes. And I met her, in high school. I had long hair still and still wore glasses and hearing aids. I didn’t like my hair so I never took care of it. So one time I was in a crowded hallway at my locker, and this beautiful BEAUTIFUL redhead walked past me and I fell in love... I never had a chance...even though in my mind I thought I could get her, just by looking in the mirror then there was no way in hell she would even want to talk to me. I went to this dudes house to buys some weed and she was there with the weedmans sister. I froze in my spot as soon as I seen her, I contemplated on turning around and getting the hell outta there. But I had to get high, so I went up and sat next to her and the weedmans sister. I was introduced and she actually talked to me!! She smiled at me! She could do tell I was crushing hard. I even somehow left with her fucking phone number!! Man i just knew my life from here on would be worth it. We quickly became friends because I am a pretty goofy funny guy. (Not bragging but I made a inmate in jail laugh so hard he begged me to stop making him laugh and he shit himself, what happened was a guard wouldn’t get me my hot water so I can cook some noodles, I kept banging on the cell door and he came over and said “are you fuckin stupid” I said “no your fuckin stupid” in a kids voice and my cell mate lost it. Then when the guard left I said that mother fucker called me stupid, he’s gonna think I’m stupid when I kidnap his ass and tie em up and rip the tape off his mouth and say “wwwwhhhooooo’s sssstuuuupiiiid nnnnnooooowwww” and my cell mate shit himself. (You see this readers, I’m trying to impress you guys or make you guys like me even though I never seen any of you) I catch myself now doing things normal people shouldn’t do. I don’t know how to respond to emotions, I feel awkward about showing someone affection or intimacy. Also you see what else I did. I cut off my story to tell another story. I do that and I dunno. I’m always distracted, distracted by me always criticizing and analyzing what I do, the way I walk, the way I carry myself, the way I talk, and when I try to do something that is showing affection I feel like every single move I make being watched and that I am not doing it right. And in this moment I am being awkward, I won’t stand like I should).... Anyways the redhead.... and then we would hangout everyday until she got a bf. It didn’t crush me but I wasn’t happy. He was a good guy, (he ended up killing himself over this same girl). So then I would hangout with this one dude and he had a gf that was pretty classy and she asked if I wanted to cut my hair, I quickly said yes please. When she cut my hair....I became the stud I knew I always was. I was blown away by the attention I got. Then the weedmans sister calls me and says “she wants to fuck your brains out” and I’m like “huh who!?” She says her name and I start laughing while saying “yeah right quit playing with me” and I hear the redhead laughing in the background saying “I really do”. She ended up coming over and you can figure the rest out. It was like wow, it was the best moment of my life. She ended up disappearing and then eventually she came to me and we started dating which I still couldn’t believe. (Till this day I have bad self esteem, self confidence and self worth. I think everyone hates me and that I should isolate myself out of fear of confrontation. I recently came to the conclusion that I am pretty fucin hot (I am) and then she ended up cheating on me and left me. We was still friends because we were buddies. We told each other everything. Done all kinds of stuff together and I loved her so so much.... From the day I laid eyes on her, I just knew deep down, that we would eventually end up together, there’s no doubt in my mind. That this is true love. Then I would come hangout with her and her bfs over the years and even became friends with them, like it bothered me tbh but I just put the feelings aside cause she is my buddy and I couldn’t lose my best friend. So I kept talking to her. Then she moved away and I went to jail for 4 months. And she connected back with me somehow. I had a Job at a bread factory, that paid 20/hr and the best benefits around. Got me a nice car. And I was living with my brother at this time because, never mind that’s a long story. Anyways I had my shit together and she liked it and she wanted to hook up. She also had a baby by, ironically the weedman. I told her I could take care of her and her baby. As best friends. But I never expected to fall so hard for her....So hard that I treated her like a fairy princess, I was very clingy. She would tell me I’m clingy but I never understood how. So I figured she meant clingy as I’m showing too much love and affection. I’m not sure if I’m still wrong or not but I did the opposite of what she meant. I now in hindsight see what she meant. She meant following her around always up her ass always wanting to do what she wanted even if I hated to do it. She got whatever she wanted. She would try to do super duper nice things for me but I rejected it because it made me feel uncomfortable, I didn’t know how to react to someone showing me genuine love and tenderness. And I acted wrong. Because I would always over think every action I made. I would always sit and wonder what to say to her instead of being myself. Right before this I asked her to marry me and she said no. And again later I asked her and she said no. Then she went to jail for failing a drug test and I would write her and I would write the most sweetest lovey dovey letters. Which was also a mistake. I can’t be writing her gay letters when she’s in Jail, that made me look like a bitch. Anyways I asked her to marry me again and she said yes. Her daughter became my daughter cause her real daddy is a pos. Then later I got an apartment and she moved in with me and we got in an argument over getting married. When this happened I started to panic, I started to not think coherently. I was saying jibberish as if my brain put a “do not disturb” sign up. She would ask about the things I do and how I act and how I show jy love and she would say why am I even with her, because I’m a high clsss good lookin guy (so never knew this till recently) She freaked me out so bad because I didn’t want her to go, I would die if she left. I am guessing I had an attack I have no clue. But I said “I guess my unconscious mind doesn’t want me to marry you” and she asked if I wanted the ring back and I thought that’s what she wanted, that she wanted me to take the ring so she would t leave me) I guess I was wrong cause she left. She left and fucked about 40 dudes within 4 months. I still love her, and I still talk to her. She gave me a ring the other day that says “true love waits”. And my baby calls me Daddy and I love it so much. Noe I am too attached to my daughter and I can’t leave her, because I want to raise her the way I wish I was raised. Noe I am scared to death of losing her and my best friend. I know why she left me really. It’s because I did t assert myself. I was a pushover to her (I was no way near being a pussy, I didn’t care how many people there were I’d fuck all em up, I’ve been jumped a few times and still whooped em) there I go again. Anyways she isn’t attracted to a girl, she’s attracted to a man. She did t say that, but she calls me a girl sometimes. It’s cause I always thought you treat a girl how a lovey dovey girl treats guys. I was so wrong. My Dad did t teach me shit. I did have gfs growing up but they did t last long. Most was just fuck and go’s. Noe I’m about to finally see a psychiatrist this week and I hopr I get my emotions in check. I cry a lot and she hates it because it makes her disgusted. Which I understand because it’s not who I am. I am asserted but my mind just freezes up.... I dunno what to do. I can’t lose them or my life is truly over. I have no children, my brothers all have wives and kids and get love and defection every single day. I had to be stuck with my dad for 35 years. He had so much control iver me that he stil ran my life.
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2020.09.20 16:44 cool_mom17 Can this weekend be over, please?

We have SK(4) here this weekend as well as MIL. Let me start off by saying that my house is small, we downsized A LOT before baby so I could be a sahm. So, having extra guests is always a challenge.
We haven’t seen SK in months because of covid and BM is a real “C-U-Next-Tuesday” and hardly ever let’s SO FaceTime to say hello. Especially since she had a new baby. SO and MIL went and picked up SK and since they’ve been here I haven’t had a break.
Yesterday MIL almost drove her car off while I was hanging out of the back seat trying to take out a car seat. Also, almost hitting SO’s car in the process. To say I was livid would be an understatement. She said “sorry..” and laughed it off like it was nothing. I’m still not over it. And she’s been breathing down my neck since she got here. Following me around wherever I am with the baby. Walking into my room while I’m naked to ask questions and standing there bewildered when I yell at her to give me privacy. Walked in on me peeing. Tried to stand in the middle of my tiny kitchen when I told her I needed space to cook and clean so I could feed the kids. Literally just standing in my way when I say I’m about to go do something and acting surprised when I ask her to please give me space. I just can’t. She’s old and her sense of boundaries is going out the window. She also won’t shut up about SK’s BM and her new baby and her fitness and all this other bullshit. She constantly talked about BM to SK so then the kid just wants mom and that’s all fine but for fucks sake, can we please talk about anything else?????
to top it off, the poor kid told me no one ever plays with them. Everyone comes to visit the new baby and BM and step dad keep him at daycare until the last minute and bring him home for dinner then stick him in front of the tv. I feel bad that he’s getting neglected. Her Facebook and insta would say otherwise, she like to make everyone think her life is perfect. It’s sick.
Idk what I’m looking for, maybe I just needed to vent. This just isn’t how I pictured my life going right now. I really wish I could wind back time and change things and make different choices.
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2020.09.19 11:41 nickyvaldez123 Mom naked cooking

So, my dad treats me like a infant, my mom doesn't trust me, and all of my brothers don't like me(but this isn't about them and I don't like them either). If I've done something once then I can do it again, well I guess not because I pushed a lawn mower before but my mom said I never did, I carry 2 cases of water but my mom doesn't trust me to do it again and my dad says it's "too dangerous" I ask him how but, he never gives me a valid reason. Speaking of my dad, he treats me like a freaking infant, I know he left when I started middle school and didn't come back since this pandemic started but I don't need you to treat me like a fricken infant anymore since I'm 16, and you left for 5 years and all of a sudden you want to come back? Frick you, I don't need you then and I don't need you now. Oh, and how about you and mom trust me enough to cook since I took 3 cooking class my sophomore year (10 year) and got pictures to prove it, and you and mom didn't want me to ride my bike to the store cause you said it was "too dangerous" and kept bringing up that I would get hit by a car IN DAYLIGHT!! Also thanks for the conference, yeah, really appreciate it. Finally topic then I'll stop, so I got me shirt dirty, and I do the logical thing and just take off my shirt but my dad is like "you're half naked" no, I'm not, I'm still wearing my pants, underwear, and socks so I'm actually a quarter naked(or 1/naked). This post didn't have a point, I just wanna to rant. I'm sure this was a roller coaster to read but thank you. Also, sorry In advance for the grammar mistakes.
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2020.09.17 16:00 Corddot My Mother and My Dog

I woke up that morning much like I woke up every morning, with a long, moist tongue rubbing all over my face.
I laughed. “Jeez Laz, good morning!” His paws were on my chest, and his tail was wagging back and forth. He was so excited it would shake his whole body, and my whole bed.
He left off my bed, and looked back at me, queuing me to follow. He was always a very smart dog. He always came when he was called, which if you have a dog, you know how unusual that is. But there were other things too. I would be searching for something, not say what it was, and then he would find it and drop it at my feet. He also figured out how to open doors by jumping up towards the knob and shouldering it open. Lazarus was quite the dog.
Lazarus walked down to the kitchen and looked up at my mom. He loved my mother. She would walk from one side of the kitchen to the other, then he would follow her. She would stop, he would sit and look up at her. Of course, he followed where he knew he could get food. But even when she left the house, he would sit by the window, patiently. He would sit there, staring majestically off into the distance, waiting for mom to come home. And every time he heard her car, he would leap to the window, then to the door, then back to the window, and back to the door again.
My dad had left a long time ago. He probably did us a favor. It made us closer. It was the three of us, Laz my mom, and me.
“He seems to be doing well this morning.” I scratched the back of his neck. His fur went up a bit, exposing the naked skin beneath. They were riddled with black tumors and sores. They were coarse to the touch.
“Yeah, he was coughing a bit this morning, but he was happy when he got his chicken.” Laz whacked her leg with his paw. Looking up at her, expecting attention. She knelt next to him, looking him in the face. “You like that chicken don’t ya bud?”
My mom was a bit... eccentric. Since my dad left, that dog became her world. He didn’t get dog food, oh no. Gourmet meals were all he could have, followed by vanilla ice cream with a dog biscuit for dessert. She would cook for him and forget to eat herself. He got used to it too. I tried to give him some dog food once, and he would quite literally stick his nose up when it got near his face as he refused to eat it.
My mom became one of those middle-aged women who know how to use the internet but doesn’t REALLY know how to use the internet. One of those people who posts how she’s doing on Facebook every hour and shares every picture she sees about news stories that never happened. I swear, she would be wearing a tinfoil hat, but she hasn’t gotten to that part of the internet yet. She even tried to get Laz on this special “alligator food and egg white diet” because she thought it was going to help his fur.
He stuck her nose up at her.
Lazarus started choking, and with a wet gurgle, and a bit of a sneeze, he spat black and red bile on the floor in front of him. He looked up at my mom as if to ask her, “What’s happening to me?”
We knew the day was coming. The day every pet owner dreads. The day that we outlive our best companion and his mind goes to rest in a world unknown. What would it be like for him? No longer experience anything, the darkness, and the nothingness that he would be exposed to in death? How could I put him through that? But how could I let him continue to suffer so?
I knelt beside him, looking him in the eyes, and petting him. It was perhaps more painful for me than it was for him. They were so excited, so full of life and excitement. Then he would wheeze, and his eyes would squeeze shut in agony. He would lick my face, then fall on the floor, gasping for breath.
The veterinary would be here later. We took him outside, so he could sit and enjoy the sun. He always liked that. Even when he was so hot that he would pant and barely be able to breathe, he loved laying in the sun and being around his family. We cooked on the grill for him. Hamburgers, hotdogs, whatever. It’s not like we needed to worry about what kind of food we gave him at this point, he was going to die all the same. But he was going to die a happy dog. A good dog.
He was sitting in his favorite spot when the vet got there. Looking over his yard through the window. Keeping guard to the last moment. I sat with him when the doctor injected him, and I watched his breathing get slower and slower. Then, at last, his stomach didn’t rise anymore.
I had seen dead animals before. I even remember watching my grandparents die. But I wasn’t ready for this. I wasn’t ready for his eyes. The life I had seen in them only moments earlier, was wiped out. They were blank and dark. It wasn’t like he was sleeping. There was something missing. He was just dead. I had watched my beloved companion turn into nothing but meat. And we did it to him.
My mom burst into tears and merciless wails that reverberated throughout the house. I had to be strong for her, but it was so loud. And his eyes had taken me so by surprise I didn’t know how to react until tears began to fall from mine.
They never tell you what to do with the body after. You’re just kind of stuck with it. With that hunk of meat that wore the same skin as your closest friend. A mocking reminder of what he was. So, I had to take him out back, and I buried him, while I heard my mom’s cries from outside the house.
It’s hard digging holes that deep. Laz is a big dog. I mean, was a big dog. It was raining, too. I was worried his body would start to smell. Without the processes of life to keep him clean, mold and mildew would start to grow and take over his body. No one ever buys a casket for a dog. It took a while to cut through all the roots and clay, and all the time his corpse was just lying there. I almost imagined he would get up to help, to dig with his paws all he could. But no. He was gone. It was only flesh beside me now. Until he too, would become one with the ground.
The morning after I slept in. There were no dog kisses to wake me up. No paws on my chest. No tail wagging that would shake my bed. Just me. My mom was locked in her room. All I could hear was her crying. I went to bed and would hear quiet sobs suppressed into her pillows. She only left to eat, and she would stumble out of the room, reeking of vodka and unable to complete sentences, then return to her room.
I tried not to be hard on her. I had lost my best friend, but she had lost her shadow. Her whole world was buried in the back yard. But then one night, she almost started a fire.
“Mom, you can’t just light candles and leave them all over the house. I know you’re upset-”
“I SAW him. You don’t understand. I SAW him.” Her words were slurred.
“Mom, Lazarus is gone. I buried him.”
“You and your clear logic bullshit. I know what I saw. I saw him. I heard him walking around.”
“You saw him, or you heard him?”
“Mhm” She closed her eyes, satisfied.
“No, I mean which one? Did you see him, hear him, or both?”
She rolled her eyes, which in her stupor became her whole head. Her body motions became exaggerated when she had been drinking. “I heard footsteps, so I lit the candles.”
I sighed. “Ok, if you did hear him, what good is a giant candle going to do, other than burn our house down?”
She paused for a minute. Biting her lip and squinting as she thought. “He needs to find his way home.”
She had this tick when she was lying, that she would play with her wedding ring when she talked. Maybe it reminded her of my father. “Mom, why are you lying to me?”
She threw her and up. “I don’t need this. I’m going to bed.” I shrugged and shook my head. I guess I would just have to check for candles every night before I went to bed.
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I was out with my friends late. It felt good to be social again. It helped to get my mind off my lack of dog. I guess my mom didn’t really have any friends, or anywhere to go. So, she just hid. She locked herself in her room, she buried her feelings in alcohol and into useless information on the internet in a desperate attempt to make herself feel better. Maybe I should have been there for her more.
Because when I got home that night, none of the candles were out. There were small little flames, all over the house, lighting a path outside. And when I looked out into the yard, I saw my mother naked, laying in the center of five candles forming an inverted star.
And beside her, something was moving.
“Shh” I heard her whisper. “It’s ok, buddy. It’s ok. Mommy is here now. Everything is going to be ok.”
I slowly stepped outside as my heart began to pound. “Mom, what is going on?”
It was like she didn’t hear me. She just kept looking down at the ground, crying, with a giant smile on her face. Her nude body was exposed in the candlelight, showing every detail a son never wants to see of his middle-aged mother. I kept stepping closer. Maybe I should have called the police.
“Mom, why don’t we get some clothes on, ok? I think you should go to bed.”
She started giggling and shaking. Then I heard a bark.
“I did it, see? I brought him back. I brought our Lazie back to us.”
I saw it- him, now. He was looking up at her. And somehow, he was breathing. And his eyes, his eyes were alive. His tail was wagging. Lazarus had returned from the dead.
But then I got closer. Yes, Lazarus was alive. And this isn’t some pet cemetery thing where he comes back as a demon or some shit. No. That was my dog. He knew my mom. He knew me. And he was covering us in kisses and love, as if he had gone years without us. I don’t know where he went, but he was back now.
And for him to come back, he had to come back into his broken, rotting, cancerous body.
He was on the ground because he couldn’t stand up. The muscles around his legs were rotted or eaten away, leaving his bones exposed. The tumors and sores had kept growing somehow, consuming the rest of his body, even after he had died. The softer tissues around his mouth were just completely missing, leaving the white of his jaw bone to glimmer in the candlelight.
One of his eyes was missing. It was just a black, empty socket staring at me. And when he stared at me, I could see how he felt. He was in utter, agony. I could hear his every whimper and cry. The slightest shift of his weight would cause him to bark out in searing pain. He was staring at me, begging for mercy. To make it all stop.
“He’s here! Can you believe it, he’s here! I told you I wasn’t crazy, I told you!” My mother hugged and kissed him over and over. She held her close to her bosom, and I went to grab the shovel.
“Where are you going?” I didn’t answer. I knew what I had to do. I had to spare him this pain. I needed to end this. Again. Cold, blank, dead eyes were awful to see. I dreamt about them for days after he died. But this was monstrous. This will haunt me in my nightmares for the rest of my life.
So, I raised the shovel high above my head. “What are you doing?” And I swung, as hard and as fast as I could at his face. I flattened it against the stone beneath him.
When I realized what I had done, I heard a yelp.
If whatever this was forcing him into his body, with all the tumors, the decay, and a clear cease of function throughout his entire system, why would crushing his face make any difference? All it would do is force him to suffer more.
So, I heard his whines through his broken teeth, confused and lost and in pain. He struggled to breathe through a snout that had now completely collapsed. His body began to twitch in convulsions caused by the damage to his head. My hands started to shake. I had no idea what to do.
He’s sitting with me while I write this. Resting under my feet like he always used to. He smells awful. Flies are constantly eating at his flesh, less and less of which is visible each day. He’s too weak to move, never mind run, or chase off the pests in his yard. So, he just stares out at them. He watches as his yard is no longer under his control.
Every waking moment, he cries out in constant suffering. He can’t sleep. He can’t eat food. He is damned to exist in a life of unending pain.
But part of me is happy. I love the rancid smell of his breath and the weak coarseness of his fur. I’m so selfish. I’m just happy that I have my dog back.
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2020.09.16 18:10 SummerRook44 Mom naked cooking

My dad has really bad manners. He is extremely inconsiderate towards other people, and he is really annoying. For example, whenever he watches TV, he eats a lot of snacks, he lies down on the couch, he puts his feet up on the couch's armrest, and he turns the volume on extremely loud. Everyone asks him to sit up properly and turn the volume lower, but he just ignores them and belches out a nasty burp at them.
He also walks around the house shirtless. He wears a pair of boxer shorts, and he constantly lets out loud, smelly burps and farts when he's around other people. He never shaves his pubic hair, and he has really puffy, bulgy hair. His face is chubby, and he lots of wrinkles and fat deposits on his body. When he eats, he is really rude. For example, my mom would cook a soup one night. Everyone else eats from a bowl, while my dad just takes the pot and drinks straight from it, while making loud slurping noises. He often spills the soup on the table, on his chair, on his clothes, on his body, and on the carpet. It's so frustrating when he does that. When we have stuff like barbecue ribs or pork chops, my dad eats literally all of it and leave two crumbs for all the other 5 people in the family. But when we eat something like brussel sprouts or eggplants, my dad takes a bite out of it, calls it disgusting in front of my mom, and then he takes the whole plate of vegetables that my mom cooked and dumps it in the trash can.
He spends a lot of time in the bathroom each day. He uses the bathroom about 60 times a day, and he uses way too much toilet paper. He always clogs the toilet and he leaves a lot of waste products in the toilet. He even throws soda cans, snack wrappers, and junk mail in the toilet. He goes through roughly 30 rolls of toilet paper each day, and he makes a lot of loud farting noises in the bathroom.
And my dad has really bad anger issues. Every time he gets mad, he storms up and down the stairs and stomps around really loud. He often takes off his boxer shorts, and he burps and farts uncontrollably loud. A few times he was so angry that he let out vomit and feces on the carpet. He screams a lot of profanity, and he stares at everyone in a confrontational way. He punches walls and kicks doors, and he throws furniture around the house. And he also takes a book and smashes the kitchen table with it. Just imagine an overweight, naked, red-faced, bellowing 50 year old running around and punching literally everything.
My dad also has extremely gross habits. When he just sits somewhere, he has to be releasing farts. He farts about 10 times every minute, and he has terrible breath. When he's talking, I have to breathe through my mouth because his breath smells like rotten eggs.
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2020.09.15 23:44 ChiTownSounds Bi-Annual Breakups & more (long AF)

Doubt there's any advice anyone can give but who knows....
I've (41m) been with my girl (34f) since September 2012. We met thru Plenty of Fish. In the YEARS I used the app, she's literally the only girl I ever met. I was coming off a 10 year relationship breakup, followed by a 5 year gap in which I couldn't get a date or even just a little hanky panky. So I was feeling very UGLY, UNWANTED and DAMAGED. Her and I clicked quickly! She had a 6mo old little girl and she told me she hadn't had any "contact" since having the baby. Hangout Video chats turned into "playtime" almost every call. So when we met for the first time IN PERSON, we got busy in the back of the van! I can safely say I was fully in love with her within a couple weeks! Well, about 6 months in, I had plans to come see her but couldn't. I had no vehicle at the time and couldn't borrow one. About two or so hours later, I got a vehicle, so I left immediately without warning. I parked in front and knocked on the door but no answer. I look in the window and I THINK I see two people scurry past. I think nothing of it but I knock again knowing she's in there. She comes to the door in a bathrobe with NOTHING UNDERNEATH! My eyes lit up! She leads me to her room, takes my drinks to put them in the fridge and goes to the kitchen. But I notice, it's been a while and I thought I heard a bang outside. So go out the room and call her name but she's nowhere to be found. I look out the window of the front door and there is a guy, running to his car from the side of the house! I found my drinks sitting on a chair near the kitchen, grabbed them and headed out the front door. She comes running out standing in the car door begging me not to leave. She said she'd gone on a date with him earlier. That made me wonder about how easily she gives it up. That's all it took was dinner? I'd just give 5 years of being a perfect gentlemen but couldn't even get a hug! Needless to say, I pulled off, letting gravity close the passenger door as I drove off. She claimed she wasn't sure if we were exclusive yet or not. We were telling each other "I love you" so I figured that was enough to determine how exclusive we were. After talking for a week or so, I forgave her and tried to move past it.
Maybe about 6 more months later, she told me she was pregnant. Still worrying about the person she was and taking the advice of my mother, we aborted that child. Still pains me to this day but at the time, I'd not known her very long and didn't wanna tie myself to a stranger for the next 18 years! I thought it was the responsible thing to do at the time. It's def something that drew us closer together. Maybe about a year later tho, we broke up. I don't remember the exact reason for that breakup, but within two weeks, she was with someone else. I was hurt and fearful that my 5 year stint was gonna repeat. So I sought her out and "won" her back. She made all kinds of promises that I realize now, she never intended on keeping (like a threesome with dinner lesbian friends of hers) but I was just happy to have her back. I literally went to this guy's house while he was gone and moved her and her things out and into my place. Since I had just moved back to Florida from Atlanta in July 2012, I was staying with my mom.
Things were good for a while. For the next year and a half we raised her daughter and grew closer. Admittedly, during that time, I got some attention from some women at the bar and that boosted my confidence! So much, in fact, that I made the same mistake she did. I slept with someone else. She didn't have anywhere to go so she stayed living with me and we worked thru it. But sure enough, after about two years of being back together, she left me and within two weeks was moved in with someone else.... Again. She claimed I didn't want to do anything. I wasn't working and we were just kinda stuck here. So she'd sparked up something else and left. It was so quick, I accused her of staying that relationship before she left but she denied it. But after about 2-3 months, I reached out and we rekindled AGAIN. So, AGAIN, I went and moved her out of THIS guys house and back into mine.
Now we're 4 1/2 years in and 3 guys later. I'm working for Netflix now making good money. I eventually buy my first "new" car and things are GOOD! She starts working too but quits her first two jobs over coworkers. It's frustrating but her and her daughter are feeling like my little family now. After about 1.75 years and finally holding steady work, she got her tax return. And like magic, she takes that money and LEAVES! My mother had been putting pressure on us to pay her more money and sent me a message basically saying "y'all need to go". So instead of giving her money out of the tax check like was planned, she took it and bounced. That pissed my mom off! She moved in with a friend for about a week but was moved in with and dating a coworker within two weeks. 🙄 Again. Just like last time, it happened so fast it's hard to believe that something wasn't being developed while we were still together. But because mom said WE had to go, I had nowhere to go so I moved back to Atlanta with my cousin. Weeks later, we decided to move to Vegas. He's a singe talented singer and I'd been working on him and his career since we were 18! Being in Vegas was lonely. Especially since I was always arguing with my cousin over little bullshit things. Me and his BF (YES, he's gay) were each other's support group since he's so difficult to deal with, and he didn't like that we talked about him so it caused friction. So I moved out of the RV we drove to Vegas and into a weekly rental place. Uber eats was just enough work to keep a roof over my head. But driving all day, in a city with no friends and always by myself, I couldn't help but miss her. We were SO GOOD when things were good and I felt if we tried ONE MORE TIME it could work. So I reached out. You know what happened next.
I couldn't move her out of this guy's house personally like before but she gathered all her things and her and my stepdaughter MOVED to Vegas from Florida! This was IT! NOBODY in our relationship. Only have each other! Our own place. This was the best it had ever been! I mean, even tho I still had my worries, this was the strongest our bond had ever been! Nothing could stop us! I was only doing Uber eats tho and it wasn't cutting it anymore. She got a job thru a neighbor at the weekly and began passing the weekly rent. Her mom decided she wanted to come too and drove my girls car (that I bought for her) from Florida to Vegas to come help us. She brought a family member with her. That was the first in a comedy of errors that proceeded. Her and my girls mom got to fighting almost immediately. She was going thru her own breakup, and just was begging a bitch to everyone. So my girls mom arranged with the weekly place to switch rooms. We move into the one bedroom with mom and she moves into the studio me and my "family" lived in. That was a Sunday. That Tuesday, she took my girls car and drove off in a rage over a fight and showed back up, car wrecked, saying somebody hit her and ran. Then two days later called an Uber, put all her clothes in a black trash bag and moved back to Florida with her ex. He'd been cheating but still bought her a plane ticket back. Leaving us with the payment on my old room which was still in my name. Exactly what I feared and even voiced that fear. 🙄
Thanksgiving comes and my girl is laid off. My car was in dire need of brakes, But instead of fixing the car, I used the $100 advance the Uber card gave me to make sure we have food and gifts for Christmas. I couldn't drive for two weeks cause I had no money for gas to get out and earn money. Her mom had money coming soon but I had to wait till then and ask for a full tank to go work. During that time, her mom got the idea in her head that I DON'T WANNA WORK and began doggin me to my girl. One week later she was on a plane to Florida and already had a place lined up to move into. There goes the help and a waste of money and resources. Since I couldn't Uber and I had no income, I was talking to my cousin again cause somebody GAVE him a restaurant on Las Vegas Blvd and he needed help getting it up and running properly. So I dedicated all my time to helping my cousin in hopes that it was the big payday I'd dreamed of since I was 18. My girl had gotten rehired at the job that laid her off so we were good on rent again now that the holidays were over. But we were behind, way behind. Her mom leaving put us in a hole that lasted months. We paid late fees every week cause every week we were paying for the previous week. We were blessed to have had the property manager work with us the way he did or we'd have been on the streets new years day! I was trying to make money but there was no money in a restaurant that nobody patronises. Try as we may, we just never made enough money to be paid, only buy food for they next day. That lasted all of a couple months before I had to take A REAL JOB. My girls boss offered me a janitorial position to come work with them and I took it. I tried doing both but I physically couldn't handle it. The new job started at 5am and I was at the restaurant every night past midnight with an hour walk home! So I told him I needed to go work. He seemed cool about it until I didn't show up for a week out of sheer exhaustion.
I should've learned my lesson about allowing people into our relationship but, c'mon, it's me were talking about. Her baby's father, whom I never had a problem with nor was he ever somebody I had to worry about her going back to, wanted to come "help" and in turn, help his daughter. School was about to start and with both of us working a 5am to 1pm job, we kinda needed help! He's disabled from a bad accident and wanted to use whatever benifits he got to help us and at the same time develop a relationship with his daughter. He has a bunch of kids and no relationship with ANY of them and looked at this as his last chance to have one. He was getting a monthly check, he had help to offer, so I agreed to let him come but on the caveat that he get his own place ASAP since he was qualifed for the government to give him one.
5 mins. No exaggeration... It took five minutes from the moment he walked in the door for him to start arguing with her about something petty. And for the next couple weeks, I spent my weekends "talking him off the ledge" about how shitty his life was and how he wanted to die. He didn't like the neighborhood we were in cause there was a lot of homeless nearby, but we'd learned to live with it. Then he starts on me. I don't know he was bipolar before he moved in but I figured it out very quickly. I overheard him tell his daughter that he moved to Vegas to "show you what a man looks like cause, Bibi isn't one". I'm Bibi cause that's how she pronounced Billy. I was heated. I was ready to beat his ass and put him out with the homeless. That's when we uncovered a ploy by him, my girls dad and my girls sister to KIDNAP my stepdaughter and take her back to Florida cause they didn't think she belonged in Vegas and wasn't happy. We called the cops immediately! Omfg, really? Luckily the job let me work a split shift. I stayed home to put my stepdaughter on the bus and then went to work. She was home by time the bus arrived and would walk her home cause we didn't want him to intercept and take her away.
All of this, as bad as it is, pulled is together tighter. We both got promoted at the job. We finally paid up on time and got to where we didn't owe late fees anymore. I'd see him from time to time when I'd pass on the bus home but that was it. He wasn't allowed on the property. Money was building up and the next tax check that came was gonna really set us up! But it was also the two year marker. Every two years we'd breakup. Right around tax time. So yes, a part of me was anxious. But things were great! We'd just had another Christmas and this one was without the bullshit. My stepdaughter got every gift she wanted. We felt accomplished as parents! Life was GOOD!
At the job, we'd made some friends. I knew guys were trying her, but I trusted her to handle her business properly. And as far as I could tell, she did. I didn't like how the guy who sold us bud was always in her phone but shrugged it off. I TRUSTED HER. THINGS WERE GREAT! She'd befriended a 21yo girl that drove the forklift. They worked closely so she would give my girl a ride home and they'd blaze. We exchanged gifts with her for Christmas, gave her advice about the multiple guys she was fucking (two worked with us) and even spoke of getting a place together, the 3 of us. Somewhere along the way, she told my girl something and thought she had repeated it on the floor at work. So she asked me if she could get MY opinion. Since I'm a guy and "think like them". I realize NOW why that is wrong, but at the time, I thought I was just giving the same friendly advice I had previously. I had no intentions of anything extra and neither did she. But, for the sake of not causing a problem, we had those conversations in Snapchat so they would delete immediately. This carried on for about 3 weeks when suddenly my girl gets very suspicious. My phone and social media had always been accessable cause I didn't have anything to hide. She goes in my phone and she sees a message from me that says "it's all gravy, baby" and took it ALL THE WAY TOO LEFT FIELD. I said it cause it rhymed, not cause she was my "baby". So the next day, my girl confronts her AT WORK and shit hits the fan! I hear what happened before I even got to work! When she saw me and tried to confront me, I told her EVERYTHING. Right there on the spot. Yes, we'd been talking bout about her and these other guys. Something she was fully aware of. I mean, this girl was fucking TWO at work but still hung up on her ex that had a kid with someone else 4 years into their 8 year relationship! I didn't want to get involved in that MESS! But at this point, my girl thinks we fucked but she just can't prove it. Why am I so dumb tho... Cause a couple days later, she posted A BUTT NAKED picture of herself on Snapchat. In the middle of arguing with my girl, I see the pic but don't wanna stare. I wanted to see! She had a decent body! So I screenshot the picture. I had little experience with Snapchat so I didn't know she gets notification that I did that. Well, that night, my girl goes in my phone and what does she find? 🙄 Fuck, now it looks worse. But knowing what I was actually doing and knowing that she was wrong, I became "a dick" and was more mad at her for embarrassing me at work in front of everyone. She accused me and immediately quit, so she didn't have to see anyone at work again!
The tax check was gonna be there any day now and at this point we've had it out with each other and brought up all our old injuries. Told her things I'd thought of but never said out loud, like the fact that she got a "Bonnie and Clyde" tattoo with one of the guys she left me for and had wings put on another for her first BF... and that it bothered me and sometimes slowed me sexually. Her mom had recently been diagnosed and told her she was "dying". I thought it was just another ploy by her family to get my stepdaughter back to Florida. So after I calmed down some, I suggested maybe she take the tax check and come back till her mom passed. She thought I was just trying to get rid of her. She took a weekend and came back to talk to her mom and that weekend sent my stepdaughter back to Florida. I lost it. I spent the next couple weeks dying slowly. This isn't what I wanted but I'd said some mean shit when I was mad. So she was set to go back to Florida and I was gonna stay. I wanted to try something long distance but she said "3 weeks and I'll have moved on from you", there was no saving it. Then I got fired for "leaving out the wrong door" at work. 🙄 Them bitches at the temp agency just didn't like me. Now I'm without work. , With no recourse, I decided to leave with her. We went out to dinner and spent that last month in Vegas like a couple, but as soon as we got back, she ghosted.
Turns out she'd started taking to someone back in Florida before we left and was already in something two weeks within getting back... Sound familiar? I didn't know it at the time. We got back to town AS COVID HIT! Literally got here and everything shut down. I stayed with a friend but no work meant I had to go, quickly. Mom allowed me to come back even tho she was upset at the way things ended two years before. I spent every waking moment trying to get her back.... Again. There was a guy (another guy) in her Facebook trying hard and I told him to back off. That upset her so she blocked me. She was already dating this other guy and had a second guy trying hard. I thought that was it! For the next 3 months, when the phone bill was due, instead of splitting it up, she remained on my account. That led to us talking more.
She was staying at her sisters and HATED IT! As you can imagine, with all the past I mentioned, that family is HARD to deal with. I begged and begged until finally she said "if we do this, it has to be done right!" So I put my tail between my legs and begged my mom to let her come back. She reluctantly agreed and they moved in June 17th. I bought my brother's used car and spent every penny of my stimulus check to get things right for US. She stated the weekend with her mom for the Fourth. I hated it cause it didn't feel right. So a week later, I go in her phone and what do I find. Messages to him about making it thru this and finally being together. She'd spent the Forth with HIM. THAT SHOULD BE THE END, RIGHT? No, I tell her, "look, now we both have something to make up for, let's use this to move forward." Then the weekend of Aug 19 she went to stay with her mom again to take her to an appointment in the morning. Why the need to stay the night? So I drive there in the middle of the night and find that my car isn't there. She took my car, left me with her kid and went and fucked this other dude.... Again... For the second time since moving hey back in June 17th.
SO WHY IS THIS GIRL STILL HERE? WHY DO I ALLOW THIS SHIT TO HAPPEN TO ME? There's some truth to the fact that, I'm getting older and still want at least one more kid. But that's not the MAIN reason I don't want her to go. It's the little things. Besides being a fucking LAIR everything else is great. Cooks, cleans, sucks, fucks, takes care of me! Starting over means I won't have one until I'm 45+ and that's just too far away. But do I wanna have kids with this girl? Can I trust this girl? I know that answer... But here I am, 10 heartbreaks later still chasing this girl. If I didn't fear being alone for the rest of my life, I might have left long ago.
Sorry, spent hours writing this and now she's home from work. So I kinda ended it abruptly, but that's where I'm at. There's a trust being built again. Neither of us have Facebook anymore. I also have her phone code to check it whenever, but if you delete it right away... 🤷🏽‍♂️ I dunno... Mostly venting cause I have NOBODY to talk to about it. All my friends and family are sick of hearing it. NOBODY knows that last part about caring her cheating TWICE since being back... I know what they'd say. 😭
Sorry it's so long, but that's my last 8 years of life in a nutshell!
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2020.09.09 21:38 throwRA485996 Mom naked cooking

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tl;Dr My 18m brother has been sexually harassing me 15f and my sister 13f and I am not sure how to make it stop.
This is my first time ever posting so if I'm not doing things right let me know. I read the rules and have done the best to follow them.
MOST RECENT UPDATE: okay so nothing has been done hes still living here nothing's changed. instead, I am told to take a calming blend of essential oils. wooooow. not only that, but tonight they yelled at me for being upset and staying in my room and threatened to take my door off ( they have done this before when these things were happening and I got no sleep). they then asked my my deal was and whats going on. like did I not just tell you your adult son is trying to get with ur 13 year old daughter? I understand that it may be hard to figure out what to do as a parent, but you gotta do something. today i was left home alone with him. how stupid do you have to be? no, I dont have to love him or forgive him. no. i dont. at this point, I will have to tell a teacher. they have acted like nothing has happened. why am I not surprised.
UPDATE: TOLD MY AUNT UNCLE AND THEN MY MOM so I went over to my aunt and uncles and cooked and stuff and it was fun and then at dessert i told them everything and they were really concerned but also said that I should still be able to forgive and love him. nope. but yeah very concerned and as soon as I finished called my mom and had her come over. i told her most everything and she was calm and apologetic and not at all upset at me. were figuring out what to do and she is going to have to talk to my dad and brother, but we will be moved to a different location when they are talking to him so that he cant harm us. when we got home she started saying well he never did anything right? as in referring to r*pe. well no, at least I didnt let it get that far but this is still really bad and now I think she's trying to downplay it. no one wanted jail time for him and said that hes family so I still have to love him. better than I expected but we'll see what happens.i will never love or forgive him. i want legal action but they say it'll be my fault for ruining his future. nnot my fault dude. im not sure how the statute of limitations would work and stuff so if anyone has that knowledge I would appreciate it. might get my phone taken. thanks.
UPDATE PORTION: So today after school my brother came to pick me up. He was mad at me for not answering my phone immediately. Because of this, he decided to go 70 mph in a 50mph zone right out of the school. I begged him to slow down and he got angrier and started swerving and stopping and starting. Then he pulled over made me get out and I was stranded for 40 minutes on a rural state road. My dad finally was able to get me as fast as he could. He started saying how we need to get along better and how I was lying about him going 70. I broke down and gave him a brief overview to what has been happening since I was 13. He told me those were serious accusations and was kinda in disbelief, but I asked to have a longer talk later to show evidence and he agreed. I just got home and am locked in my room. I will be updating after we have that long talk. Any suggestions on how to keep things from escalating? Any legal advice? I dont want to live with him anymore.
This has been going on for over year now and it is getting to the point where I need to tell my parents. This has escalated over the time it has been occurring. He has tried to groom me over this time which i realized 6 months after and quickly minimized contact with him. He then started going after my thirteen year old sister. He lured her into his bed by allowing her to watch movies with him. While he did this, he would lock the door and close it. I did not know about this until she asked me about it later. With her being thirteen, she didn't realize what was happening. He would drive her to practices and go to fast food places just to get her something. Once his grooming behavior got to a certain point, she told me and I had a long conversation about it and told her to never be alone with him or get near him. She then understood what was going on and stopped hanging out with him. After a while, he started texting her over social media. It went from usual sibling talk to disgusting.
We have a cabin on our property with a tv, so some nights they would go out and watch tv and fall asleep out there. One night, she woke up to him naked in a diaper standing over her. He does not need them for any medical reason, this is a fetish that he has and I know this because he explained this to my sister. He kept a lunchbox of used ones near where she slept. After she cut contact as best she could, he would text her. First, it was about how hot she was in her swimsuit to how she should wear more revealing clothes. Then it moved to him telling her about how he masturbates, all of his sexual fetishes, which was mostly about wearing diapers or what he called "abdl" or a "little". He showed her pornographic images of people in diapers and under leather bonds with the caption of " I want you to do this to me". He repeatedly asked her to do this to him. Then he started sending videos of him naked putting himself into a diaper and pics of his crotch in a diaper. Throughout all of this, he would stare at both of us and corner us. He made weird remarks and made us super uncomfortable to be in our own home. He grabbed my upper thigh with my own mom in the car but she was in the front. He rubbed my sisters legs while he sat next to her and she kept moving away but they were in a car. He snuck into hiding places in her room to watch her change. He stole undergarments and clothes and even perfumes from us . We found a huge pile of her clothes that all were sprayed with his cologne. He has also snuck into her showering and wouldnt get out after her asking numerous times. Many more things have happened, this is just the highlights.
It is to the point that I need to tell my parents but I know they will react very badly. My bf's parents have been giving me guidance, but I wanted different opinions on what I should do. My brother can become very violent at nothing, so this could be bad if we said anything. I know my parents will react badly and probably wont believe us but i have every chat log, picture, and incident recorded. I do live in the USA and would like to have legal action but I dont know if what he has done is bad enough. I'm pretty sure its the parents that press charges on behalf of the minor, but they wouldnt because they wouldnt want to ruin future careers for him. He is still living here and will be living here until he finishes college.
Things could get bad so I'm not sure what I should do, or how I should tell my parents. Thank you for any advice you would have!
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2020.09.09 01:59 12-sabrina-12 Mom naked cooking

I need help on how to do this or if it’s even possible. I got taken away when I was three due to her cooking meth with me in the house and shooting up and getting high so no one was watching me and I would be naked in the front yard or at the playground alone with no supervision. If I turn her in she will just clean up her house and make it look livable like nothing is wrong. My brother is terrified of her and is always saying are you drunk mom are you drunk, because recently she’s added alcohol to the mix. Please help me my dad was there for me to get me out of there but my brothers dad is just as bad as our mother. My brothers dad abused us and tried to kill my mom by shooting her. So I don’t want him to gain custody either. I don’t trust anyone to take better care of him then me, when I visited them every other weekend when I was like 9 I would try to fix him food aka raw ramen noodles because our mother was passed out all day. I don’t believe she can ever change.
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