Daughter of polonius crossword

I've been NC for about a year now. I'm married with 3 children and love all of them more than anything. My Nmom has never liked my wife and she has the rest of my family (all immediate) wrapped around her finger. Her mom and sister live on my street and constant snoop on us. They report to her all the time. When I went no contact I still gave her a chance to keep a relationship with my kids but decided that it's best to distance myself and my wife from her. She never tried seeing them. After some time we decided to remove her from the kids messenger app when our daughter got upset with her. We were told that my nmom was crying over video chat to make our daughter feel bad about never seeing her. Without going on and on she does the text book things. Gaslight, emotional incest, send things to the house, etc. Now after a year she's threatening to take legal action and request grandparents rights. I'm not looking for advice I'm just trying to rant.

The galactic union has always had trouble with pirates and ner do wells. They always threatened the stability of the Galactic Union. A nagging reminder as to the fragility of the universe the thousands of species worked so hard to create.
The GU had taken measures for millennia to keep those few who could not conform dealt with, be that: jailed, killed, satiated, or on the rare occasion gainfully employed.
While officially the relationship between higher-ups in the GU and these ever-tolerated rogues was one of hostility. Anyone who actually operated in those positions understood the usefulness of these untamable individuals. They were a way to pass the buck, shift the blame or deal with an unruly situation cleanly.
Sharik sat inside the bridge of his ship, shifting awkwardly. Staring down at the card he had been given by his father.
It had little on it. Just a datapad number and the words “Renegade solutions” both in bright blood-red letters on an eggshell background.
His father was vague about why he should contact the number on it but assured him the Human who would answer was one of the best at resolving sticky situations. The current flop of diplomatic relations that Sharik had dug for himself certainly counted as a “Sticky situation”
When he arrived at Therucal he had no intention of eloping with the emperor's daughter, but one thing led to another, and now he had the entire planet below him searching for him like an animal. His diplomatic immunity meant nothing to the un-elevated planet or its inhabitance. Especially because they viewed their emperor as if he was a god.
Sharik looked over towards the bed, the Grand Duchess of the planet, Farint’al lay underneath the silken covers. They clung tightly to her sensual curves. Her bright red hair draped gracefully around her pitch-black horns. She looked like she had been drawn by the most imaginative artist. Sharik would never have been able to imagine anyone as beautiful as she was if he had not seen her for himself. The fact he shared a bed chamber with her was even more beyond his scope of understanding.
Jerking him from his thoughts was a knock on his chamber door.
“Sir the Humans are here,” the voice of one of his crew members said, muffled by the thick doors.
Sharik stood and straightened his robes, before going toward the door. When the door parted he laid eyes on one of the younger members of his crew. Monthar had only been on the ship for the last few standard cycles. He was usually relegated to lesser duties, the fact he was in front of him was confusing to Sharik.
“Monthar? Why are you here? Where is Arduin?” Sharik asked
Monthar rubbed his claws nervously together refusing to make eye contact with Sharik. Not that that was uncommon, most Huritalik refused to look higher-ups in the eyes. It was a habit from millennia of cultural standings, even if those cultures had long since dies.
“She.. she… she refused to come…” Monthar stuttered nervously.
“Refused to come? Are you sure we are talking about the same woman?” Sharik questioned.
Monthar nodded. “Aye sir, she refused to be anywhere near that Human you called”
What? How could one being possibly scare the champion of Fariactal Nine? Sharik wondered. He had specifically picked Arduin because of her prestige. She had slayed thousands of warriors and trained millions over her lifetime. The fact this human that was in charge of “renegade solutions” made her wary, had Sharik’s scales vibrating in worry.
“Where is the Human now?” Sharik asked the equally worried Monthar.
“It is in the cargo bay sir, it pulled up a chair as soon as it entered the ship. We asked it to come to you but it killed one of the crew who tried to move it” Monthar chirped, his own pensiveness visible in his extended claws.
Sharik nodded and dismissed Monthar, letting the horrified lad have the night off. Sharik needed to care for his crew in these trying times. His father had taught him to do such, ensuring him it would make loyal men and soldiers.
Wandering his way down to the cargo bay the men and women of the ship were steering clear of him. He wondered how many of them thought he was a monster, especially after his “guest” had already killed one of them.
Parting the doors to the cargo bay, the human was sitting just as Monthar described.
The human was seated on a folding metal chair just behind one of the tables, previously used by Sharik’s men. He wore a clean tightly tailored suit. Its dark crimson colors hugged his extensive muscles tight. Allowing an easy understanding of how formidable he would be in close combat, the fact one of Shariks men was dumb enough to try and move the wall of meat he was staring at was shocking.
Atop his dark almond-colored skin was hair as black as the darkest night, slicked back and shimmering under the lights of the cargo bay. Beneath his hair were the most vibrant green eyes Sharik had ever seen. Such a bright and vibrant green, Sharik had sworn for the briefest moment he was deep in the jungles of Reuntal.
His eyes cut into Sharik on his entry to the bay, and a wicked sinister grin crawled upon the man's lips. His teeth were sharper than any dagger Sharik had ever seen. Yet the voice that escaped this well-dressed monster's lips was smooth.
“Why hello there, I assume you are the man who called me to this fine vessel today?” The human sneered.
Sharik swallowed his spit, all five of his hearts screaming at him to run from the beast staring him down.
“I did, oh honored guest of the house solutions. I assume you must be renegade?” Sharik said gutting every emotion he had. His fathers and his lineage demanded he beprofessional and he would not fail his father.
The human stared at Sharik for a few moments before he began to laugh. His deep chuckles vibrated everything in the bay, including Sharik himself.
“Man, you really are Turin’s kid arent you? So formal just like your daddy” The human laughed.
“That is no way to refer to my father. Turin the first gre…” Sharik started before he was cut off by the human, not by him yelling or slamming his heavy fists on the table.
The human drew an ancient-looking weapon on Sharik. Pulling the hammer on the slug thrower back.
“I don't give a singular fuck about yer daddies title kid” The human spat. “You called me here, for something right so out with it, before I make you join the lad over there”
Sharik trailed the direction the human flicked the muzzle of his weapon in, his sight landing on one of his crew mates. His neck twisted full around, as he lay slumped against the cold wall.
“i…i… i” Sharik started to sputter.
“Out with it lad!” the human roared, as he stood and kicked the table away from him. “Yer daddy could deal with me, you better be able to as well.”
Sharik trembled in his robes, the human's very presence causing him to buckle. He fell onto the ground, his knees hitting the deck below them. Sharik could not fathom how his father could have ever stood before such a monster.
Sharik looked up at the human, his presence flowed out of him. Filling the entire bay with a deep bestial blood lust; the darkest shadow Sharik had ever felt was clawing into his body as the human waited eagerly, watching every twitch he made.
Sharik felt a warmth flow down his leg as he realized the only prey this beast could tear into was him.
The human walked up to Sharik, pressing the cold muzzle of the weapon to his forehead. Sharik wanted to move, his whole being screamed at him to run, but the human's mear gaze held him tighter than any shackle ever could.
“Well lad, you got a request or not?” The human growled.
Sharik looked up at the deep green eyes of the human, feeling his gaze stare into his very soul. Searching through him, plucking at any weak twitch or flaw he saw.
“I…I….I want you to kill the Emporer” Sharik muttered.
Sharik did not know what possessed him, it was as if the human reached inside his soul and pulled his deepest darkest dream to the forefront. Ensuring there were no lies there was nothing but the honest truth in his request. ]
The Human leaned forward as he holstered his weapon.
“See that wasn’t so hard” The man sneered.
The human turned and walked towards the doors to the shuttle bay. Leaving Sharik where he was before he passed through the doors. He looked back at Sharik and smiled that demonic grin.
“I will send you the bill later, and thank you for hiring Renegade Solutions”

She's still living at home and she's been dating a guy that's 23. She's still living under my roof, and I don't approve of her dating because I feel she's too young. I saw her texting him a few times. Yesterday, I decided to fully go into her room and confront her about this. This is what happened last night and how our conversation went down:
Me: I want to know how you feel about dating.
Daughter: (she says with attitude) you really want to know what I want in life, what I feel?!
Me: what's the matter?
Daughter: nothing, everything is fine!
Me: you remember what I told you about dating a few years ago?
Daughter: yeah, I remember that.
Me: so, does my point of view matter? The only thing I'm trying to do is protect you.
Daughter: look, there is nothing wrong with him and he's nice. You just need to accept him!
Me: think to yourself! How do you know if he really cares about you or if he's just trying to use you?
Daughter: So you don't want to accept him?!
Me: your my priority. I can't just stand around and watch you get hurt by him!
Daughter: he cares about me!
Me: so do I! Don't you see what's happening to you, and he's controlling you?!
Daughter: I don't think you want to know!
Me: look... tolerance must have boundaries. Decency is the boundary for tolerance!
Daughter: you aren't understanding! There is nothing wrong with him and he doesn't judge me or anyone else.
Me: I know sometimes dating isn't easy. But, if he accepts things that are inappropriate and outside the boundaries of decency and for a lifestyle, he can get you to accept them. And that can ruin your self-esteem, and your whole life!
She was mad that I confronted her about this the whole time. Shortly after this conversation, she got in her car and left. She left without letting me know, and she was gone for a while.

Quran 17:88 says: << Say, ˹O Prophet,˺ “If ˹all˺ humans and jinn were to come together to produce the equivalent of this Quran, they could not produce its equal, no matter how they supported each other.” >>(https://quran.com/17?startingVerse=88)
Quran 85:21-22: <<21 In fact, this is a glorious Quran, 22 ˹recorded˺ in a Preserved Tablet. >>(https://quran.com/85?startingVerse=21)
Ibn Al-Kalbi(737 AD-819 AD), arabic historian in his book, << THE BOOK OF IDOLS , page 18(https://ia803105.us.archive.org/10/items/KitabAlAsnam/Allat.pdf) says: << We have been told that the Apostle of God once mentioned al-Uzza saying, “I have offered a white sheep to al- ’Uzza, while I was a follower of the religion of my people.” The Quraysh were wont to circumambulate the Ka’bah and say: “By Allat and al-’Uzza, And Manah, the third idol besides. Verily they are the most exalted females[15] Whose intercession is to be sought[16].” These were also called “the Daughters of Allah[17],” and were supposed to intercede before God. When the Apostle of God was sent, God revealed unto him [concerning them] the following: Have you seen Allat and al-’Uzza, and Manah the third idol besides? What? Shall ye have male progeny and God female? This indeed were an unfair partition! These are mere names: ye and your fathers named them thus: God hath not sent down any warranty in their regard[18]. \
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Question: How could the Quraysh new the words of the eternal Quran before it was revealed?

I’m 24, second born, and living with my sister. I love her so much and she’s my best friend, we tell each other almost everything. Though, my sister and I are very different in personality (she’s very outgoing and I’m pretty introverted). I believe since I graduated college I’ve proven to be very responsible for myself. I’m bipolar but over the last 6 years I worked a lot on myself to be stable and not over reactive (though I was a bit of a mess from 18-21 because I was figuring myself out, but honestly not any more problematic then my sister was at that age). However, recently my sister told me that in my parents will meeting that they stated she was going to be primary in everything (estate, care for them when their older and so on) when I’d been told it was going to be split even. My mom even told her not to tell me, she seems to do that a lot recently and it’s really starting to bother me. I’ve always felt that my parents compared us throughout childhood (even was told my father said she was his favorite a few days ago, he apparently said that when she was 11 and I was 8) and continue to do so now, I feel like they still see me as a “problem child” (though I’m not sure why I even got that label, always got good grades and never partied or snuck out). In college, I’d drive 3 hours to visit every other weekend and help out around the farm just to make my mom happy. Honestly sacrificed a lot of social events to do those trips. Now I still call every few weeks to see how my parents are doing, never ask for anything except advice and for the most part keep emotions to myself because I don’t want them to ever worry. I’ve always felt my parents had a stronger bond with my sister (though they always denied it) but now I feel like that’s being validated the older we get. I constantly feel like my opinions are shut down, the people I date will never match up, and that no matter what I do my parents will never see me as being on the same level as my sister. We even recently decided to have our step dad adopt us and the three of them decided to have that discussion without me at a reunion I couldn’t attend because of work even though we’d planned to wait and talk about it prior in July. He and my sister had also planned a daughter father trip like 3 months ago I was originally excluded from, but because my mom had never been to that country before i suddenly was finally invited. A constant thought of mine honestly is that I’m just the collateral of the adoption. I feel like I’m considered the loser of the family and practically invisible even though I really try to be part of the family, show how much I value and love them. They always seem to need me when they are going through stuff but I don’t feel like I can express my feelings to them. I just don’t feel loved or trusted. I guess I just don’t understand why I get treated this way but it makes me feel worthless and unlovable, like I’ll never be enough for the people I love the most. I’m really trying not to be resentful but the more secrets that come out (that my sister was told not to tell) really hurt and i feel like the outcast. Am I silly for feeling this way? And also how do you deal with these feelings? I just feel like my mental health is slowly tearing down again because of these feelings which is a bummer because I thought I knew where I stood.

Throwaway account as my wife also uses reddit.
Background We are married for 23 years, and my mum always did not really like my wife, but as we are overseas we don't see my parents often so they managed stay cordial until recently.
Recently though, everything changed. My sister is looking after and stays with my mom (dad passed away last year). They have a summer holiday house, and also had a flat as their permanent residence. The flat though, was deemed to have faults so they received a notice to get it demolished and rebuilt.
I also had an investment rental flat in the same city, so I offered them our unit to stay until things are sorted. We gave a notice to our tenant and my mom and sister were going to move in.
At the same time, they sold another property they don't use, and with the money bought a new flat.
Here is the complication:
Instead of moving out of my and my wife's rental, they decided to rent the new flat to my sister's boyfriend. They really like the boyfriend as he helps them out quite a bit, helped find this new flat, and was kicked out of his own rental at the same. So my mum thought it would be the right thing. My mum also said she thought this is the right thing as we don't really need the rental income.
I don't actually need the rental income, and even though I thought it was a bit odd, since she is my mum and quite elderly, I thought I will let this and didn't object. Being quite elderly with lots of health issues, it is hard for her to move in quick succession. My mum is 80+ and has a few issues with mobility, along with severe asthma, and a few other things. My sister is around 55 and she doesn't work. They both receive a modest pension, which is barely enough for day to day expenses.
My wife however thought this was unfair, and since they bought their own flat they should move there. I asked her not to talk directly to my mum, and to leave this to me as my mum is always defensive when it comes to money matters, I feared their relationship would be damaged. She did call my mum directly, and it escalated from there, there was a huge fight, things were said on both sides.
This was about 4 months ago. Initially I was very upset at my wife to raise this directly as I knew this would happen. Daily life and work is stressful enough and at least home should be peaceful. Since then I thought the best way to handle this was to compartmentalise this, I would only speak to my mum on occasion and wife/mum would have no contact. They have no contact at the moment. I speak with my mum and sister, but it is a bit strained quite often.
That sounded the best way at the time but I can see my wife is still very resentful of the whole situation.
Further complicating this, is my wife's mum now also has to vacate her house. Due to some legal issues (they very stupidly signed a document making them liable when investing in something done by a scam artist, and now her house could be taken by a bank due to the actions of the scammer). So the lawyer advised she should sell the house, and and move in to another one bought with the money, though the new house will be in her daughters' name). My mum in law has also been diagnosed with Alzheimers few months ago, and my dad in law also passed two years ago, and we want to do the right thing by her.
So, currently my wife wants my mum/sister to vacate our rental, so her mum can stay there while looking for a new house, once her house is sold.
My mum and sister see themselves as the victims, and get very defensive about the whole thing when discussing. They do not at all see themselves at fault. They have some vacant country acreage inherited from my dad, and we now put these on sale so hopefully they can get another flat for themselves to live in. My mum/sister don't pay rent now, but said they will once they get some money from these sales (they have a very low income).
Now, I am in a sticky situation. I don't really want to force mum to vacate and would rather if she moved at her pace. At the same time, we also need to help my mum-in-law.
An option I will float by my wife is to find a rental for her mum to cover the period when buying and selling. We can pay the rental costs, though I suspect highly she will see this as appeasing. My wife though is also very icy about the whole thing and just wants my mum to vacate as soon as possible.
TLDR My wife and mum got into a huge argument, stemming from the fact that my mum stayed in our rental flat even though they didn't have to. Now my wife wants them out so her mum can stay there for a few months. I don't want to force my mum out involuntarily, and wife sees this as hurting us.
Edited: for typos and better clarity.

I’m 24, second born, and living with my sister. I love her so much and she’s my best friend, we tell each other almost everything. Though, my sister and I are very different in personality (she’s very outgoing and I’m pretty introverted). I believe since I graduated college I’ve proven to be very responsible for myself. I’m bipolar but over the last 6 years I worked a lot on myself to be stable and not over reactive (though I was a bit of a mess from 18-21 because I was figuring myself out, but honestly not any more problematic then my sister was at that age). However, recently my sister told me that in my parents will meeting that they stated she was going to be primary in everything (estate, care for them when their older and so on) when I’d been told it was going to be split even. My mom even told her not to tell me, she seems to do that a lot recently and it’s really starting to bother me. I’ve always felt that my parents compared us throughout childhood (even was told my father said she was his favorite a few days ago, he apparently said that when she was 11 and I was 8) and continue to do so now, I feel like they still see me as a “problem child” (though I’m not sure why I even got that label, always got good grades and never partied or snuck out). In college, I’d drive 3 hours to visit every other weekend and help out around the farm just to make my mom happy. Honestly sacrificed a lot of social events to do those trips. Now I still call every few weeks to see how my parents are doing, never ask for anything except advice and for the most part keep emotions to myself because I don’t want them to ever worry. I’ve always felt my parents had a stronger bond with my sister (though they always denied it) but now I feel like that’s being validated the older we get. I constantly feel like my opinions are shut down, the people I date will never match up, and that no matter what I do my parents will never see me as being on the same level as my sister. We even recently decided to have our step dad adopt us and the three of them decided to have that discussion without me at a reunion I couldn’t attend because of work even though we’d planned to wait and talk about it prior in July. He and my sister had also planned a daughter father trip like 3 months ago I was originally excluded from, but because my mom had never been to that country before i suddenly was finally invited. A constant thought of mine honestly is that I’m just the collateral of the adoption. I feel like I’m considered the loser of the family and practically invisible even though I really try to be part of the family, show how much I value and love them. They always seem to need me when they are going through stuff but I don’t feel like I can express my feelings to them. I just don’t feel loved or trusted. I guess I just don’t understand why I get treated this way but it makes me feel worthless and unlovable, like I’ll never be enough for the people I love the most. I’m really trying not to be resentful but the more secrets that come out (that my sister was told not to tell) really hurt and i feel like the outcast. Am I silly for feeling this way? And also how do you deal with these feelings? I just feel like my mental health is slowly tearing down again because of these feelings which is a bummer because I thought I knew where I stood.

I’m so sick of doing all of the housework.
I’ve lived with my boyfriend, now husband, for over 3 years and his lack of being able to complete basic chores has been an issue and source of arguing since the entire time we’ve shared a house.
This is bullshit. I grew up with a SAHM who was did nothing but complain about cooking/cleaning/gardening/grocery shopping/household management while my dad did very little to help. They love each other, but she clearly felt used and like she was in a never ending cycle of work whilst my dad could at least get home and relax.
I never wanted that for me. I worked hard in school and uni, I got a good job, then I went and messed it up by falling for my best friend who it turns out is incredibly lazy. It’s unfair. We both work full time, we both contribute 50/50 to the mortgage and savings, and yet I’m stuck with 95% of household chores and management.
I don’t get any break. I get home from work, I cook while he lounges/plays guitaworks out, we eat, I do dishes, we go to bed. On the weekends I vacuum and clean and garden. It feels unfair. I’m not a SAHM. I work a hard, emotionally draining job that involves a lot of overtime, being exposed to dangerous situations/people and being verbally abused often. I have no time for self care to ward off burnout because all of my spare time on weekdays is dedicated to housework.
I have tried a chore list/chart, I’ve tried talking to him, he doesn’t get it. He procrastinates any task I ask of him. Example: he broke a door 8 months ago and despite weekly reminding he still hasn’t fixed it. My dad came over yesterday to do it. The light in our living room and bedroom went out around 3 months ago and he changed the bulb 3 days ago after I called my brother to do it (I’m 7 months pregnant and not keen on ladders right now).
My husband is currently mad at me because I asked him to do last nights dishes. He’s supposed to cook and do dishes on weekends because he says it’s too much for him after work. I cooked last night and tonight because we need to save money and he always orders takeout. All he had to do was last nights dishes, but at 4pm I finished cleaning the bathroom and and I emerge to find that he’s still playing guitar and watching tv. I told him to do the dishes, that I am sick of asking him to do chores, that he should do them unprompted before doing his leisure stuff. And he’s mad because I didn’t ask nicer.
I am sick of being his mothesupervisor of chores! I am sick of asking. He says I should ask for help when I need it. It’s not help, though! It’s his set of chores! Why am I stuck with the bulk of the housework when I work and pay just as much as him?!
I feel like I’ve failed. I’m having a daughter in 3 months and i wanted to set a good example for her. I wanted her to grow up thinking that we live in a world of equality, with a mum who works and parents who split chores evenly. I didn’t want her growing up with this 1950s housewife mentality like previous generations did. But that mentality is so heavily ingrained in society, I’ll never escape it and neither will my child. At least in the 50s women weren’t expected to work. Now we have to work AND be housewives.
This is flat out bullshit.

3 weeks ago, my daughter was in a car park, she pulled out of her space (forward facing) and was going towards the exit, she noticed a car further up had its reverse lights and was easing out of there space, she stopped as she thought they might not have seen her, and they reversed out and straight into her car, but she said they reverse out at a funny arc and came further back than what they really needed
There is a very little fracture line on her car, the other car has a bigger fracture (from the pictures i sent to bodyshops they have all said it looks like previous repaifiller that has broken)
daughter is 21, first accident the other car was a older guy, she said he was nice and basically said as she had stopped and was in his blind side then they would have to pay excess and NCB.
I was out of the country so she agreed that both would go to bodyshops and split the total cost 50/50 for both cars. Over the last 3 weeks they have sent some text messages back and forth one she states i will pay for yours first then pay for hers, I just said it reads as if you will pay all for his damage ie, you have accepted blame, but she mean't she will pay for his damage 50% and she will fix her car when she saves up the money.
This was 3 weeks ago and he has text her and said he has spoken to a family friend and they have advised him to go through insurance as its possible that there is further damage underneath the bumper.
I got home friday, and we haven't informed the insurance or the police. Hard lesson for her but will they invalidate her insurance now because she hasn't informed them?
I'm going to sit with her today, and go through it online, she did luckily take pictures of the cars in the car park and the damage and she doesn't believe he did or never even see him use his phone.

Sorry for the rant and sorry if I’m not using reddit properly (total noob here). Am keen to hear all stories/tips/experiences.
TL;DR: MIL is furious we aren’t allowing visitors to see our newborn in hospital or home until we’re ready. Entire pregnancy has been a total emotional/psychological drain already. Sisters are equally painful. Why are people who DGAF about you pre or during pregnancy suddenly obsessed with your baby and take every boundary as a personal offence?? Are they really that clueless?
Today my partner and I told MIL that we weren’t having any visitors at hospital or the home until we were ready. For whatever odd reason, MIL assumed she was exempt from this?! and my partner made it clear it applied to everyone. She promptly left our house in a mood.
I wouldn’t say I have a bad relationship with MIL, I’ve always looked up to her a lot and found her empowered tbh. But lbr, she’s never actually made the effort to get to know me or talk to me properly beyond anything superficial. Most convos centre around her. I’d be lying if I said I didn’t find it a little hurtful or weird but overtime I just figured “eh whatever, she’s a decent hearted person. She doesn’t find me interesting but my partner does, so whatever”. During pregnancy, she’s mostly talked about herself and her own pregnancy and only today did she ask me any questions about me - it was like being asked “how are you?” by a distant coworker who isn’t actually interested in the answer. She also didn’t know about my birthday but I figured my partner tipped her off when she arrived with a gift. It was pretty obvious/cringy she only wanted to say hello to my bump and talk about herself - which she largely did. Like I said - I’ve never thought anything bad about her, I’ve just found it bizarre that she’s so transparent about pretending to care about me and my partner when all she wants is to see a newborn. Why on earth would someone who seems so intelligent be so dismissive of our needs? We aren’t making rules up to piss people off or hurt anyone.
Now with my sisters. Sister A has three gorgeous daughters, she really lucked out with them. She’s fairly self absorbed but she has (every now and then) messaged to see how I’m going, even if it’s mostly to contact about something else. Sister B doesn’t have kids of her own but is baby/child obsessed. To the point where she resides with Sister A’s family and is practically their live in nanny. The girls adore their Aunty (no surprise as she’s great with them) and I’ve always thought “really weird set up, wouldn’t work for me but do your thing”. During my pregnancy, Sister B has occasionally sent a “how are you and Bub going?” text. Once again, very much like a random coworker. Any time I’ve mentioned concerns about my pregnancy, Sister A has minimised the heck out of it and Sister B (who seems to have zero life experience) just doesn’t engage in the convo (ie no follow up questions or anything to demonstrate curiosity or care).
My pregnancy (and I guess lots of others have been/are in the same boat) has been the most effortful/difficult/mentally and physically draining thing I’ve ever done so far (I’m sure the birth will be a breeze, hah!) I have a health condition that is best summarised (with genuinely no exaggeration) as: I have to manually keep myself alive. Whilst pregnant, I have to manually keep alive myself AND Bub - no waiting 9 months for that, hah! This health condition is already like having an unpredictable toddler around 24/7. Hence my partner and I agreed to no visitors until we’re ready - the mental/emotional drain of the actual pregnancy plus Covid and all the other crappy bugs floating around atm just makes me not want to be around anyone until my mind and body are ok so I can be the best for my child, keep them safe, and actually put up with company.
Throughout my entire pregnancy, my health concerns have either been minimised or completely ignored. Neither sister takes Covid (or any sickness) seriously (the beauty of health privilege that Sister B doesn’t acknowledge having). We asked all family to mask up around us and to RAT test. Sister A and husband did once, Sister B NEVER did. Sister A’s kids are little snot factories and didn’t test either (“it’s just a sniffle from daycare/school”). Throughout my entire adolescence and adulthood, Sister B has been cruel, indifferent, rude or wilfully ignorant about my health. She accuses me of being a victim… but according to her, worldview, “NO ONE should express their feelings” and “NO ONE should cry”. Yep, she has said these two things and she seems to live by them.
I’m mostly mentally prepared to send my family a text message re no visitors and I personally DGAF about my sisters’ reactions, I already expect them to be shitty and take offence. But I’m a bit disappointed that MIL took it so personally… is this normal???!! But really, WTAF is wrong with people and their lack of empathy and boundaries??? What is it about newborns that triggers this craziness and complete lack of self awareness and respect for others?

I'm an atheist, for obvious reasons. I'm recently single, trying to re build my life and social circle. Friday night I was with my kids at a playground, started chatting with some other parents, an hour later their offering me freezies and beer. Large pro life, every life matters, god hates murder sign on their lawn. Otherwise these folks where incredibly friendly. People I'd probably enjoy hanging out with on the regular, plus they live a block from my house. I was thinking "shit I bet their church has an incredible social circle".
I took my daughter to see the little mermaid with one of her friends. One thing leads to another and we get invited to a family party her friend is having. Big BBQ, packed with 45 people I've never met before and a brief prayer circle before dinner. Their Filipino, 7 of them spoke enough English to be able to converse with. My daughter and i had a hell of a good time, we where there for like 6 hours. Incredibly friendly and hospitable people. The fact I don't speak their language was a very minor barrier.
Given past experiences I haven't bothered trying to be friends with devout folks. However for the second time in two days it crossed my mind to check out their churches for the social aspect. You fellas have any success stories of bridging that religious gap while trying to meet new people?

It’s 3:30 am and I’m messaging my boob to make more milk come out. My daughter absolutely hates formula. No matter how hungry she is she would rather starve herself than drink it. Yesterday and the day before was good cause I actually thought I found a routine for us. I’ve been breast feeding her on one boob at night and pump the other before bed. In the morning I give her what I pumped in the morning. I pump one of my boobs throughout the day to make sure she has something for when she wakes up from her naps. I used to give her three ounces but now she takes 4. I’m not an over producer so I’m using what I was given and thought I found a routine for us but tonight she proved me I’m behind. She cried non stop until she just fell asleep using my breast as a pacifier. I’m already having a headache and feeling lost. My mom recommended I put cereal (just a pinch) in her bottle to keep her full but I’m scared that’ll hurt her stomach cause she’s only 2 months. But I still want to make more milk.

Hey y’all!
Tl;dr: the ending where Ted goes back home for his son just hurts so much for to me watch because my job won’t let me do that and I fear my child wouldn’t want me to do that for them even if I could.
I love this show and gives me the feels in all the right places at all the right times. But recently this show hits different. For background my ex wife and I split back in 2013 and she moved back to Texas while I stayed in SC and eventually moved to CT for the military. I would see my daughter about every few months but she was little and it didn’t really bother me that we didn’t talk all that much.
In 2017 I got stationed back and TX and my ex and I agreed to let me have full custody of her while I was on shore duty and it was a great time.
In 2019 I moved back to CT and then in 2020 I moved to GA where I was for three years. I saw my daughter maybe five times in the last few years because of COVID and my job taking me underway for long periods. Combined with that my ex wife keeps asking for more money and the times I talk to my daughter go longer and longer. I saw this show when I was on a quarantine period and was instantly hooked. When I went underway in 2022 I got all my friends hooked on this show and doing a full rewatch I found myself being unable to watch certain scenes and episodes because of the intense emotions and feelings it evokes. Fast forward to this ending, I’m now living in London for my next shore duty job and it is great and I love it but the damn feels that I can’t have the freedom to move back to have a relationship with my child just tears me up.
Anyway this is just what I’m dealing with and I wanted to get it off my chest to a group of people that understand why I’m detailing all of this to total strangers.
I hope everyone has a great day as I celebrate 5 years of sobriety as well enjoy the day and get outside!

If MrBallen somehow notice this story. It would blew him up here in the Philippines
https://attracttour.com/2020/08/maria-evelyn-sayos-murder-real-motive-of-daughter-for-killing-her-mother-now-revealed/

I am 36 F dating a 38 F. We have dated for the greater part of 8 years but have spent some time apart. In preparation for her daughter’s graduation from Highschool, we drove about 8 hours out of state to pick up some family members of hers so that they could be present. About an hour into our return drive home, she cold turkey stops talking to me. Just about to the point of not acknowledging my presence. Wouldn’t look at me, would make me repeat something several times before she would respond. We get home around 10pm. Go to bed. Wake up. No communication. Admittedly, after I took notice of the change in her demeanor & attempted to address it to no avail, I stopped trying to communicate with her at all. I’ve dealt with this before so I’ve learned there is no point. When it’s time to leave for the graduation I elect to drive my own vehicle because it’s super awkward to ride with her & her family with such blatant tension. I left immediately after the graduation. We live together btw. She planned on having a BBQ that afternoon. Most of the people that would be in attendance I was familiar with but they weren’t there for me. Wouldn’t be looking for me if I were missing. Instead of feeling awkward in my own home, I elected to stay upstairs, in my comfort zone. Am I the asshole for not attending the BBQ?