Life Stories and Everyday Drama

lately i’ve been feeling really trapped because i know i’m gay but my parents are sooo homophobic. it’s like there’s just no way they would ever be okay with who i am and that thought kind of freaks me out. i've always had this fear that if they found out, things at home would get super awkward or even worse, they’d want me to change. i'm not about to pretend to be someone i'm not just to make them comfortable; that's not fair to me or them.

sometimes, when we're sitting around the dinner table, the vibe gets tense whenever the topic of lgbtq+ comes up. their comments feel like tiny daggers and part of me wants to stand up and say something, but every time i'm about to speak, my heart pounds hard in my chest until i swallow it all down. it sucks coz i love them and wish i could just be open with them, but right now it feels impossible.

i met a friend online who's been through the same thing and hearing their story gives me hope that eventually it'll get better. knowing there's others out there dealing with similar situations makes it a little easier to breathe. maybe one day i'll find the courage to tell them and we might even laugh about those old conversations. until then, i'm focusing on finding peace within myself.

How can I stop feeling insecure in those big meetings with a roomful of older men? It's infuriating when they don't bother to listen to my ideas, even though I know my stuff. I'm 32, a woman in this male-dominated industry, and it's always the same story: heads nodding politely but ignoring me! The energy in these meetings feels so off-balance sometimes... maybe it's because I find myself second-guessing everything I say?

I'm not the only one who's felt sidelined at work, right?! There's got to be a way to make my voice heard without resorting to shouting or making a scene. Confidence is key... they say. But how do you maintain it when you're navigating such toxic waters? It's like walking on eggshells every damn day.

This isn't just about me trying to "fit in." How can we have productive meetings if forward-thinking ideas are dismissed just because they come from someone who doesn't fit their mold? Frustration grows and productivity wanes. What's it going to take for these guys to finally sit up and take notice?

I've been outperforming some of these men by leaps and bounds! Yet the doubt creeps in whenever I'm expected to present something crucial. It's not fair! I want solid feedback on my proposals!! not condescension or dismissal.

I won't let this intimidate me forever! There's hope yet... I'm determined to find strategies that empower and bolster my confidence despite this perpetual obstacle course. So here it is: how do you stay secure in your skin when everyone around you seems intent on undermining your authority?

man oh man, let me just tell ya... 😩 so i'm a junior at my first job and honestly? i was hoping for something way better than this. like, going in i was super excited, thought it'd be all about learning from the pros and really vibing with people around me... but nah. here we are a few months in and it kinda sucks 😕

first thing’s first, the vibe is so OFF. dunno what happened to being team players or having any sort of camaraderie. the folks around here either slack off all day or they're super mean; it's like living in a soap opera but without the drama that's actually entertaining. it's stressing me out cause no one's bringing their A-game… how can you work when everything's just... bleh?

i remember starting out thinking i'd have mentors who'd guide me through stuff... here's the truth bomb: those guys? barely give two hoots about anything outside of clocking out at 5 pm sharp. if i ask for help? the eyes roll faster than a frisbee thrown on a windy day 😠 they don't flat-out say it but you can feel it. yeah sure there are good moments, not sayin it's all bad, but geez...

and let's not forget about jenny in accounting? truly love her but man does she stir things up! every time she sneaks by our desks… whispers be flyin' everywhere… raises suspicion more often than an overdue library book 🤔 gettin' involved isn’t even my style yet somehow i'm dragged into conversations that send my head spinning.

so here am i writing this out wonderin', does it honestly ever get better?? that's the million-dollar question right now. anyone been through this funk before or am i just stuck in some weird twilight zone?? wish someone could spill on whether this is jus' how grown-up life is gonna be forever 'cause frankly? terrified at the thought of feeling stuck like glue… i'm keeping fingers crossed cause that's what ya gotta do; hoping there's light at end of this tunnel‼️

recently, i have been encountering an unusual phenomenon regarding the appearance of an individual from my past in my nocturnal visions. 😅 it has come to my attention that this person, whom i had considered a closed chapter in my life's narrative, has inexplicably started surfacing during moments of rest and sleep. theoretically speaking, the human mind is often capable of remarkable feats when it comes to conjuring figures long lost to daily interaction; nevertheless, i am perplexed by this unexpected resurgence of dreams involving someone who once held significance.

in due course, one might speculate that such occurrences are mere byproducts of subconscious processes where the brain works through unresolved emotions or experiences while we slumber. it's quite curious how these dreams tend to reproduce situations from bygone days or settings we once shared, providing a peculiar realm where lived experiences mix with imaginary scenarios. moreover, the impact these reveries have on waking life can range from minimal amusement to temporary emotional turmoil;

from what i gather through various sources and conversations with peers facing similar episodes, there appears to be a consensus suggesting that intermittent reminders of individuals from our past may serve as subtle indicators for self-reflection and personal growth opportunities. paradoxically though we strive to focus on future endeavors, every now and then engaging with echoes of yesteryear presents itself under unexpected circumstances prompting introspection about one's path forward. perhaps embracing such interludes could unveil valuable insights that propel us towards renewed understanding. if nothing else at least they provide fuel for interesting breakfast discussions! 😏

I don't know what it is but every year I get older, I start to just dislike life and get all depressed, like another year of nothing productive. It's not that I didn't do anything productive, just not really what I wanted or where I wanna be at rn.

I graduated, I've been studying, I've been driving, I have no idea what my future will really look like, I just assume trade or tech schools. Sometimes I wonder what I really want for myself. I'm gonna be 20 next year.

Apart of me doesn't really wanna live past 20, feel like I don't have much to live for or going for me. Being in the closet makes me feel horrible, it's probably why I sext alot and date online, I have a boyfriend rn even.

It's not like I grew up poor, my parents can afford whatever I need or wanna really do. Obviously I don't know how that'll go after finding out I'm queer, since they're anti. Even after driving, it feels like I'll be shit at it forever.

I was in such a positive mindset before this, but I've just been getting a bit worse through the days. I turned 19 and my life just feels bleak, it does seem my depression is back, my parents made the day before my birthday worse by arguing and just a dysfunctional family mess. Then I have a online boyfriend I overthink about or occupies my mind, thinking he could be cheating as it's online but he's all about commitment because he has a lot of trauma but at times, its hard and I just don't know if he is committed.

I noticed that me and my dad have similar mental struggles, shows up more aggressive for him because he doesn't know how to handle it or that it exists. My dad wanted me to go to school and then work instead of work and then go to school, but I don't know, that came out of nowhere and I need time to think about it, I feel like I shouldn't jump into school becuz my dad is scared I won't be anything, I still have life ahead of me and I've been homeschool for years, I need to take things one at a time, get used to people and drive. I hope I'm just making the right choices.

My mind gets all negative about future plans, even good ones, I could potentially go to technical school next year due to my parents. I think being queer makes it hard, I feel like I shouldn't rely on my parents, I can rely on my mom a bit tho.

My brain just has been holding all these words in so it was nice to get them out. Some goals I have and actually wish to complete and what I want for myself is simple, I wanna transition, I wanna get mental help, I want money to go to a concert, and I wish to make friends. I've failed at having friends online, idk why it's hard but I want more real life friendships. Having both online friends and boyfriend at the same time sounds exhausting, I don't know how people do both but it's impressive.

I do get I'm in a trasnstional period so connections are harder. Sometimes I feel inhumane becuz of how hard it is for me to keep an online friendship, I do have online friends I grew up with, we don't talk much anymore but we follow each other, better than nothing, I would say It doesn't feel deep but knowing each other for years makes it feel opposite.

I think everything has been too much lately and tirredsome, having a boyfriend and spending time with him, thinking about my future, dysfunctional family, and birthday where I get older and overthink more. I started having suicidal thoughts again, I just don't wanna do anything and lie down, pass away and have peace.

Do nothing, self isolate, and ruin your life, so great, so fun. I wish I wasn't so mentally ill and not all that happy, I kept myself happy for two months or more but it's just going down again and my mind j like actually none of the positive things you mentioned matter.

I don't know why my mind is adverse to getting my life together, I wish I knew why and what it means, I had a similar thought in school, "I'd rather die than go to highschool" but now it's "I'd rather die than face life and try to live life".

I dislike how mature I am or how much I think, I feel like people my age don't really do that. I mean it's not something I should absolutely shame myself for, but I don't know.

I think that's the end of my rambling, I just hope I can make myself feel better soon and find at least one friend I feel close enough to talk about these things. To anyone who reads or responds, thanks for reading or responding as anything is appreciated <3

Happy birthday to me I guess 💖

For many years now I have been struggling with addiction to pornography. I have tried doing things to distract myself and even hit myself on my hand with a ruler when I disobeyed myself. My porn addiction feels like I have been turned into a puppet on strings, feeling like I am unable to do something about it even when I feel like I have tried my absolute best to get away from it. I feel like I am going to hell for being trapped by online lust. I just want to be forgiven and happy. What can I do? I feel like absolute shit and almost run dry of hope. I honestly feel scared.

I cheated and now I'm trying to pick up the pieces of my relationship. It's a mess, but I want to make things right. My partner, ironically enough, was the last person I'd ever want to hurt. Yet here we are. In a weak moment, I strayed. The reasons? Maybe boredom or a false sense of freedom during one of our 'off' times; who knows for sure? But guilt is crushing me like a weight pressing down on my chest.

It's hard admitting this kind of failure, but I'm determined not to give up yet. Yes, rebuilding trust is akin to patching a leaking boat while you're still out at sea. It’s daunting, but I’ve been reading about different strategies: open communication and consistent actions seem key. Honestly, there's something raw about facing the consequences of your own 'missteps'.

We've talked extensively over late-night calls: with moments where words failed us and only silence spoke louder than anything else could. I keep remembering that one: 'The truth is rarely pure and never simple'. It applies here; everything feels complicated with no clear road map.

I know it will take time and patience: both qualities that don't come easily when emotions run high. Friends say forgiveness works both ways; forgiving myself seems harder than getting it from them at this point! Yet optimism lingers like an unwanted guest who won’t leave.

Every morning starts fresh as I think about how much we've shared together (the dreams built side by side)and wonder if love can indeed conquer all despite human flaws 😕 There's no certainty ahead except one thing: giving it my best shot without expecting guarantees in return.

renovating a house is often seen as an exciting prospect, filled with potential for transformation and improvement. yet, it can also unravel into a complex web of unforeseen challenges that negatively impact one's life. we embarked on our renovation journey with the aspiration of creating a dream home, but it rapidly turned into a nightmare that dismantled not only our relationship but also left us financially devastated. the unexpected costs spiraled out of control and soon became unmanageable. to make matters worse, disagreements about design choices and budget priorities created further stress between my partner and me.

as the renovation progressed, our financial resources were stretched to their limits, leaving us vulnerable and insecure. despite trying various damage-control measures, nothing seemed to stem the tide of overruns that plagued us from completion delays to unexpected structural issues that needed urgent attention. living amidst constant construction took a toll on our mental health too, making it hard to see past the immediate chaos towards future benefits envisaged at the outset of this venture. now here we are almost homeless under considerable financial strain having moved back in with my parents which i never imagined would happen 😞 while trying desperately not dwell excessively on past decisions or blame each other… finding solace in knowing we're doing everything possible rectify those missteps moving forward.

Hey everyone! So, here's the thing that's been nagging at me: living with ADHD really changes the way you experience boredom, and honestly, it feels like a never-ending cycle sometimes. 😐 You know how people say everyone's got their own little quirks? Well, turns out mine involves alternating between intense bouts of hyper-focus on the weirdest things and then hitting a wall where even my favorite activities feel like watching paint dry. It's like my brain is on its own loop-de-loop rollercoaster (didn't we all love those when we were kids?), but now the ride's gone rogue and forgotten there's supposed to be an off button somewhere. 🤦‍♀️

Whenever I mention this to friends, they often quote something along the lines of "Keep busy and you'll stay out of trouble," or whatever, right? Well meaning advice for sure...but when you've got ADHD, your mind swipes left on everything that sounds mildly productive. It's frustrating because structured tasks just don't seem to cut it unless they're accompanied by the rush of a deadline breathing down your neck. Not gonna lie, due dates ignite some magic spark in me: I’ve literally cleaned my entire house just to procrastinate writing a last-minute essay or two minutes before hopping on a Zoom call cause excitement hits an unexpected high! 😅 Maybe it's sheer fear powering over consistency?

So here's what I've discovered through my trial-and-error adventure: ditching any expectation of linear progress was surprisingly liberating. The key lies not entirely in holding oneself accountable every second (cause let's face it—as much as we'd love them to be true often affirmations pale beneath spontaneous motivations), but accepting that waves crash unexpectedly in both directions...sometimes you eat metaphorical cake before tackling dilemmas from another angle or indulge eternally ignored hobbies midday without regard if results manifest sooner than intended masterpiece cooking recipe involving complex marination steps few understand without tasting. 😂 How do folks here channel their chaotic bursts?

I'm making cards for some friends, and when I showed it to dad, he said it's not worth it because they won't value it even if they like it. I gave a small poster to a friend cus he wanted one. It's okay if he doesn't value it when I come back to school. It just tells me people aren't trustworthy outside of family. Family first, my family says. Dad really focuses on that mentality. I know my friends are nice, but since dad's lived longer than me he knows better. What's the point? I should just ditch the card and nuke all contacts. My disappearing will mean nothing to them. My disappearance will be me removing all contacts and never speaking with friends again, cus family first. That was for my Ivan friend cus he's a fan of Ivantill ship. It's okay, dad says friends are for fun. This isn't fun.

But dad says such people are weird or pathetic. We don't get gifts from friends, except my brother, he got a watch, a Lego set. Mom even got a brownie cake once and a few necklaces once. I don't know about dad though, and my friends haven't either. That means I'm disposable. I will never hang out with scumbags who see me as disposable. If they view me that way, they're disposable as well. Gifts are irrelevant if they never give anything back and even if they like it, what's the value? It's give and take, eye for eye, otherwise you're putting effort for scumbags who don't care for you. They act nice but I will never fall for that act. Not after so long ago I had been taken advantage of. I should never give it.

No one has given us gifts though. Sure some friends have and some relatives have, but it's not worth it cus they don't value it, especially friends. They're not in your family, they can never be in legal togetherness with you, not like family in records and passports, that's what dad says. Maybe I'm wearing rose-tinted lenses that hide the red flags. I feel like backstabbing them and yet when I see them be kind to me, I feel bad for holding a knife for them. I want to tell them to get lost and yet they seem nice to me. I have already worn glasses that made the outside world look red-flagged, I was so paranoid I didn't even speak to them. I didn't even know Genya liked me as a friend until I just went with her in a field trip and I had no one to hang out with, I just said yes cus she was confused what to do.

Do they have to be this high maintenance? Because right now dad's tempting me to leave them early. From his experience he says friends don't value whatever you give them, as much as they like it. I've had people smile at me but never connect whenever I talked about my interests. That's why I stopped. They would smile and just anyways think I was weird. Then they'd go back to pretending I was nothing to them. These people of mine are getting close to that territory. I love them but what if they're tolerating me? My family can only truly love me. How can random strangers from school feel it? We don't even touch often, even though we would've both felt weirded out by aggressive touch. Dad says such touch is considered love. We can't put friends in legal togetherness files, like husband and wife. We can't! I'm just the oil to their water, never able to blend. Even as an adult soon, I would never trust them, because dad says they never value me. They're traitors. They are the same to those who say yes to me before talking about their nonsense and their school accomplishments, like anyone would care. The world was always divided. This shows the division. They will always rat out someone. I'm planning to prepare a nuclear script before NUCLEAR OPTION.

I feel overwhelmed by the office. I have to put up with too much; I feel dragged down by it because it makes me experience unimaginable things. I don't want to get involved with them anymore, under any circumstances. I'm tired of thinking, of reflecting and reflecting. I don't know when this will end. It can't be that the office isn't a place of rest for me. I have to be strategic with my boss, with a girl, and with the audience in between. I don't feel the office is a place of rest, and for me, parties are hell because there are always things I have to navigate strategically, and the unfortunate thing is that they're simple moves, but precisely for that reason, they're despised. The girl does support me, and my boss to some extent, but I always have to do everything completely calculated. I go to the office to be in a field of uncertainty, only to then go and see what happened, because everything is done by instinct. I can't talk to any of them about what I'm going through because they won't understand, and the worst part is when they pretend to understand, making demands, which already happened to me once. Nothing makes me feel worse than not having any real respite with the girl or my boss; it all crushes me, but they won't understand at the office. And that leads me to the question: What am I supposed to do in a place where they don't support me in standing firm? They don't support me, they don't see me, I don't feel included. I feel like everything has to come at the cost of endless studies of the place. I'm fed up.

Being a citizen there is overwhelming because there's absolutely no support. I'm at the mercy of luck, always focused on my innermost feelings. Nobody experiences what I experience; nobody is prepared for me except to tear me to shreds. The support I receive is vague; I don't know what I'm going to do to support myself in the future. Everyone is watching to make sure I shut up, or they threaten me with conflict, with doing something that snowballs because it's a particular issue that goes against their norms. I'm tired of working with my boss and I want to get rid of him. I feel like he doesn't understand me at all, and neither does the girl. I don't feel supported in any way. I can't live my life constantly playing strategist. It can't be that I'm going through all this because I'm trying to be a good citizen, choosing coexistence, taking action, and that it's not rewarded, but rather met with silence. Nothing is made easy for me, just like it is for everyone else, nothing at all, and that makes the job itself all-consuming. I haven't been able to take my mind off it for a long time, and the psychologists and psychiatrists in my town only seem to work to stop me from saying anything, and that accumulation, the result of my timidly expressing myself, also becomes a conflict.

I don't feel like I'm in an office where I'm treated like a person. I'm tired of embellishing things through interpretations. I'm always looking for that girl everywhere I go; I don't get a moment's rest. I'm always thinking about her, and I don't know what to do anymore. I just want to quit that office. It's incredible that no one seems to realize the toll it's taking on me. I go out and think and think, and then I try to put it all into writing because, honestly, I feel like I can't stand on my own two feet at all, and I need others, an audience, like any other human being on this earth. I'm tired of justifying this situation. I just want to leave that office, but I don't want to because, for everyone else, there's no excuse for me being closed off, no excuse to avoid conflict. I always have to be thinking about something or spend some time on something to prevent conflicts, to prevent things from happening in the future, to avoid those silent things that are done and then denied.

It's no wonder I'm starting to hate humanity in general. I'm really tired and my life feels heavy. I feel like there are things that aren't worth getting into right now, because I feel like I want to explain everything about the girl, but that level of detail isn't helpful at the moment. First of all, because I'm not isolated; I'm actually in close contact with everyone around me. It's not worth it. Besides, things are still happening, and I can't really provide a concrete account. I also don't know if they're going to have a party at the office. I thought they wouldn't last time, that everything would just drag on after the tragedies in my country, but it didn't. I feel like the office doesn't respect my downtime. There's this overwhelming need to be there, thanks to the guilt of not attending willingly, on your own initiative, because everyone wants to be away and only comes out of obligation.

That office meeting was a complete nightmare, for God's sake.

Everyone was in their own world, the bosses complaining about having to do things alone and about the responsibility, and they didn't understand why no one had offered them any support or encouragement after everything they'd done for us, since they try to do things well. Then, one of them took advantage of the situation of a young woman's missing relative to promote himself, omitting the fact that they had called her after speaking ill of her. Of course, the young woman was present, and revealing this would have exposed the situation, so they had no choice but to beg that she wouldn't turn up, which is exactly what happened. One of the bosses was begging for recognition, for affection; two assumed the world had fallen apart and begged for help or something, since no one had taken the initiative with them; and another arrived late to the party, making it known that he'd even shown initiative in the early hours of the morning at the office.

What a disastrous party, for God's sake! It's incredible that at this point in time, people even thought about doing another one of those rehearsals. These people really love conflict, for God's sake! I mean, they like being in a constant battle, and that's what they call conflict. For them, from what I'm seeing, a party is everyone coming to settle scores with the other person, waiting for the other to say something. No wonder they're so exciting for them, for God's sake! No wonder the girl came, since she sensed they would use her for publicity. In fact, I can say she came for me, because she knows I like seeing her and being with her, and that's perfectly fine. However, what a disaster. It took a week to piece together what had happened through a lot of writing. Those dynamics completely absorbed me, drastically, of course. There's no peaceful atmosphere; everything is hidden beneath the surface, and it necessarily requires distancing myself, because otherwise, I find myself facing unresolved issues and reacting hastily to the defense. In the office, I can't show any emotion, not in any way, because they think I'm out of control. In the office, not following orders for the sake of the group and according to what the group believes is considered misconduct, because, good heavens, no intentionality is attributed to it. In the office, it's a battlefield where assumptions are always present; there's absolutely no transparency about what you feel because nothing is valid to feel if it doesn't affect the company's image. Internally, you can't feel anything at all about others.

I'm fed up with working in an office like that. I can't believe it took me a week to detach myself from those events. I had to do so many things to keep the environment from consuming me. In fact, since the tragedies happened, I've been working relentlessly to protect myself from being consumed by the prolonged period of time. I haven't had time to do anything else. Their way of being, which is in accordance with a certain way of acting, is considered a deviation or something like that, and if it isn't, then the person is deemed to be insane. They treat the terms as if they were different.

I have a question for the people who’s parents cheated. How do you guys behave normally with them afterwards?

My parents have been married for almost 30 years, and a while ago he had some job issue so we are going through a lot of financial issues. Every member of our family tried their best to help him, my elder sibling sends money, I work part time + maintain scholarship for my study but he ended up cheating on my mom mentally and most likely physically too. We forgave him the first time after talking to him but this year we found out he is still in contact with her. He keeps saying we are invading his privacy or that we are monitoring him. My mom spoke with that lady and she feigned ignorance and acted like she didn’t know the problems that are occurring at our house.

We weren’t that happy of a family but we still loved each other. Now my siblings hates my dad and so does my mom, it’s like I’m living with strangers. My mom can’t leave him as she is financially dependent on him and none of us are financially independent yet to live on our own.

He keeps saying actually all the people in the world are cheaters and that after his issue with his job we (the kids) showed our real faces and behave badly with him too even though all we have done is call him out on his actions.

I actually don’t know what to do anymore, I can’t look at him in the eye and talk to him anymore, I don’t know if this will worsen his depression or not but I feel like puking every time I see him. I just wish he had some brain to realize what he has done and that he isn’t the victim here.

I just feel upset.

omg y'all i seriously cannot with these ants right now. so i'm on vacation trying to enjoy some peace and suddenly this place is full of ants, like an entire army! i know it's just insects but i've had a legit phobia since forever and its creeping me out.

every time i spot one, it feels like they're plotting against me lol. i'll be sitting somewhere then bam there goes another one across my line of vision... can't even relax without worrying a tiny thing will pop up. it's ruining my whole vibe and making this supposed relaxation more like a nightmare;

i'm staying with friends who think it's no biggie, they just laugh it off while i'm in panic mode over here. i've hollered about getting pest control asap but apparently they're "on break too." how on earth does that happen??

edible repellents haven't done squat either, only drawn more attention!

really hoping the bug situation gets resolved soon because right now i'm terrified any second when i look down those little explorers will invade in mass again 🙈

so here's the thing: ever since I turned 18, I've been toying with the idea of moving out. You know, getting my own place and just doing my own thing? But there's like this massive elephant in the room... My family doesn't really get where I'm coming from. It's like they have this pre-set notion of what my life should look like. Or who I should be with!! My girlfriend, bless her heart, she's amazing! Yet for some reason, they're totally hung up on what they think is 'right' for me.

and don't even get me started on my field of study choice... That's been another contentious topic; deciding to study art instead of something more 'prestigious,' as they put it. It's not that they're bad people! far from it! But sometimes, their perspectives are so outdated! They genuinely believe that without a degree in law or medicine, you're practically setting yourself up for failure... Who does that? isn't the world changing all around us every day?!

i've tried explaining countless times how passionate I am about what I want to do: create beautiful things and inspire others through them. All I get in response is blank stares or subtle eye rolls; maybe they're right?? Maybe I'm being foolish for wanting to blaze my own path. Every time we sit down to talk it feels more like a negotiation than an actual conversation...

sometimes, when no one's around and everything's quiet, I'll admit… doubt creeps in. What if I'm chasing a pipe dream? What if everyone else sees something I don't? But then again (and call me stubborn), shouldn't life be about taking risks and following your heart?? isn't genuine happiness worth pursuing even if it's against all odds???

as much as I'd love some clarity, part of me wonders if it'll forever remain elusive... Stuck between two worlds: one of tradition and security vs passion and uncertainty. Picking sides has never been easy for anyone!!! Could there possibly be a middle ground I'm missing entirely?

My wife gave me(also female) an ultimatum 2 years ago to take her sick mother in or she would choose to leave me for her mother. In hindsight. I should have left. But I didn’t bc I love my wife. It’s been a rough 2 years. Hasn’t felt like much of a marriage. More just like roommates who say I love you. Fast forward 2 years. Her mom needs a lung transplant. If any of you have been through any process like this. It is long. It is hard. It is draining. And you need A LOT of things to get listed. Medically alone. I do not think she will be eligible. But aside from that. They look into your finances. We already live paycheck to paycheck. (I have 2 kids from previous relationships that obviously cost money as well). Her mom basically turned our living room into a hospital room. And the other thing they look into is having multiple caregivers available whenever, if ever the transplant happens. To rotate 24/7 care for 3-6 months. All 4 of her siblings said no. As they did when she got sick and needed help. I knew it would be a no again. So she turns to me. On my birthday of all days. And tells me that if I’m not in it 100% with her. Then I should just leave now. She is not my mom. She is not my problem. She knows how I have felt about it from the beginning. And I cannot take that time off of work. If SHE takes that unpaid time off of work. We will not be able to pay rent. If I ALSO take that time off. We will be living in our cars. This is an absurd thing to ask of me. I know she’s desperate to save her mom. But they are enmeshed. And honestly. Medically I don’t think she will be eligible. So again. Willing to throw me out for her mom. I’m sure you can imagine all of the things that have gone on for the last 2 years. This is just the most recent. Thank you for listening.