Alka seltzer tablets while pregnant

My baby is 3 months old and my babies father is threatening to get my child taken away from me. Me and my baby daddies mother got ina a argument because she was talking about me to the entire house calling me names because I had told my ex to get access to his money, I lived with them for a year and we constantly had to ask for money from her because she was in complete control of his money, he had no access to his bank account. When she came to apologize I told her I wasn’t accepting it and she went off on me calling me names and even tried to fight me with my child next to me the entire time while her son sat there crying. Entire time I lived there I was pregnant and whenever I tried to leave him he would constantly threaten to kill himself and if that didn’t work he would call his mom on me and his mom would tell me I was dramatic and that I was just looking for problems. Now that I was finally able to get out him and his mom are trying to get my child taken away. At one point he told me I wasn’t going to take my child home and started pulling on our baby from my arms. The police were called and they advised me to file a restraining order which I did but I decided to cancel it before the court date because i thought it was the weight thing to do. Now him and his mom are filing a restraining order against me saying that apparently I was abusive towards him which I was not and that I tried to fight his mom. Keep in mind that his mom got all of her kids taken away due to drug abuse and physical abuse and she lost all visitation rights. The only reason my baby daddy lived with her is because he ran away from his foster parents when he was 17 and moved in with his mom. The only thing he can use against me is the fact that I would cuss at him over text messages and call him names. He would call me names and cuss at me as well but he was smart enough to not do it over text. So if the restraint order gets approved he gets full custody, im terrified of this happening because I’m a really good mother and I can’t stand the thought of not being able to have my baby. He also lied about pretty much everything in the restring order and some of these things I can prove are not true. I want 50/50 custody which I’m sure he wants as well but his mom continues to put thought into his head about getting back at me. The reason why we stopped talking is because his mom somehow convinced him that I didn’t love him. Is there any way he would get full custody of our child

Hi all, I need a reality check with a stressful situation.
Background:
- Wife was pregant with our second child and has since given birth four months ago
- First child was born three years ago with a congenital heart defect, which required a few surgeries and hospital stays, but thankfully healthy now
While my wife was pregant with our first child, we requested my parents get vaccinated for whooping cough as per every doctor's recommendation. My mom is not quite a full-blown antivaxxer, but pretty close. I suspect she is getting a healthy dose of misinformation from Facebook. My mom, and in turn my dad, refused to get vaccinated. Ultimately, given they were quarantining for COVID at the time, decided to not force the issue and allow them into the bubble for visits.
When we were expecting our second, we again requested, and now that no one is COVID quarantining, mandated that they get a whooping cough vaccination. This caused my mom to go into hysterics, rant and rave at me about how she can't believe I'm bringing this up again, and go as far as to say I should consider herself dead to me and she'll never see her grandchildren again (followed by hanging up the phone).
My dad started out as a bit more rational and said he didn't care either way, but he's going to choose solidarity with my mom over this issue. Which is funny because they both hate each other and have a very toxic marriage. He's also a MAGA nutjob who has anger issues. Regardless, I made my request for vaccination clear. I've never said they cannot visit their first grandchild, but if they didn't get a vaccine for whooping cough, they could not visit my second child.
I've sent to them plenty of materials from the CDC, other doctors, etc. on the need to get this vaccination if around newborns. They refuse to read it and pass it off as me being unreasonable and not properly calibrating risk. I've stood my ground and rationally explained all the reasons I would hope they do this for my family, including:
- I've already had one sick child with months of hospital stays; I really wanted this go-round to be easier on the family and not risk any unncessary illnesses.
- I've put myself on the line for them previously, including all of their grocery orders during the height of the pandemic. I feel like they are not paying it forward to me.
- I've exlained "tail risk" to them, and while probability of catching and spreading whooping cough is low, it's not non-zero and potentially has a fatal implication for a newborn.
- I've offered to pay if the vaccines cost money and make their appointments.
- Their refusal in the past caused marital discord for my sister who requested this same thing when she was pregnant. Ultimately, my sister caved and dropped the request given my parents' refusal. My other sister is an antivaxxer and has done nothing but stoke the fire.
My parents told me what an ungrateful son I am, and they can't believe I turned out this way. My dad, in a chance encounter at the grocery store, proceeded to tell me I was "fucking stupid" over and over again. I asked if they had a legitimate medical reason, but the only explanation I've gotten is that they are older and don't want to put anymore chemicals into their bodies. My dad went as far as to say my mom has been in hysterics the past month and that I'm killing her. He actually said I'm driving her to the grave. They've said I'm oppressing them, cheating them out of seeing their grandchildren, and not to come crying to their funerals, and then went as far as to say they wish me a peaceful rest of my life and don't bother responding.
To me, this is completely irrational and hurtful. No parent should talk to their child in this way. I concluded by saying that if roles were reversed, and my daughters come to me in 25 years to ask the same request of me, my only response would be "When and where do I get the vaccine?". I can't understand how my parents choose this battle. My mom, in particular, has always been selfish and spiteful and this just takes the cake. The more I've reflected, the more I've come to understand just how toxic some of her past behavior towards me has been.
We've fought off and on prior to my second daughter being born, and it even resulted in kicking my parents out of my house when they visited because they said "they would do anything for me." This infuriated me and I shot back - "except get a vaccine." It led to a big blowup and I said they had to go because my dad was yelling and cursing in front of my child.
Now that my second daughter is 4 months old and has had her second whooping cough vaccine, I've tried to extend an olive branch to my parents. They refuse to have anything to do with me unless I apologize to them. My dad proceeded to call me fucking stupid again, and my mom won't even look at me and tells me how much she's been grieving these past few months. She's a spiteful, selfish old italian woman and has been my entire life. She will never be able to move on off this. Both said they're going to die from the stress.
I refused to apologize, told them they both needed therapy, defended my behavior again, and said I'm willing to move past it for the sake of my children having a relationship with them - but I will never forgive them and will never apologize. I said this battle extends far beyond just a vaccine request now but includes their attitudes towards me.
I'm sure I've not been a perfect son, but I've been loyal and tried to be helpful my whole life to them. Am I being an asshole here and how should I try to mend this going forward?

I'm a little scared to post here, but I need all the advice I can get. This will be a long post.
My husband (27M) and I (25F) have will be married for 2 years in a few months. We have a 2 year old daughter.
We were forced to get married from my side of the family due to being pregnant and their reasons were: it's to protect you and the baby. His family keeps "joking" about not wanting me to be in the family, or at least not married to him or gotten pregnant. (I get told I need to take a joke and be less sensitive - been hearing it for the past 4 years)
We were happy, we wanted to get married, just not so soon. We did plan to get a baby, just not so soon. You will see I did post on my wall of how I was told we can't get pregnant and then we got our little miracle baby.
If I knew this is how he was going to be before marriage and children, I would not have been here. Don't get me wrong, he is a great guy, with a lot of potential, but I did not sign up to raise two children.
I had my last mental breakdown the other night I told him I can't do this anymore, and that I am serious. This is not a joke like he always claims everything to be. He finally got the biggest fright of his life.
The reasons why: He didn't cheat, but he did talk to woman behind my back and made plans with them while I was in hospital with our sick child, eventually saw the issue and came home and told me that I should be thankful he came home to me "at least". (he was drunk and didn't see any problem with that)
I can't remember the last time we ever had a decent, adult, serious conversation about anything regarding serious matters (besides the other night when he realized I am ready to get divorced because I am so unhappy).
Whenever I do try to talk about a serious matter, he instantly gets offended, irritated and closed off. Talks in circles and brings up more problems instead of resolving the one that conversation was about, or his responses are: "take a joke", "you being too sensitive", "it's not important".
When he wants to go out for the day or the night, I am always excited for him, because I get a night by myself with my beautiful baby. When I want to go out, he would complain that he needs to sit with our baby by himself and what is he supposed to do the entire time and he can't go anywhere if I take the car. He would say that I can't expect him to just sit at home while I go out and have fun. Mind you this only happens once in a blue moon because I just want to avoid fighting for me-time. He loves our daughter and has his days where he is the best dad ever, either after an argument about it or when he messed up previously and trying to make up for it.
He loves playing tit-for-tat. I don't even need to explain this any more than just that statement. It says it all if you have been through it.
This can go on for much longer, but I'll stop it there.
My flaws? I point out the flaws, because I want to work on them, together. Find ways to help us both and for both of us to understand each other. But he makes it impossible for me. There might be more, yes, but honestly, I've been through many more relationships than he has, I've learned what to do and what not to do and what I do want in a relationship. He claims that I am his first real relationship. I don't want to be his learning curve. I've been through it way too many times in the past.
My parents gave me this advice: get divorced and start over. Give it a year gap, date in between. Start fresh and give each other space. See if we are truly meant for each other.
I need help. 😣

I am currently pregnant with mine and my husband’s first child together. My SS lives with us 80% of the time. He’s a sweet kid and thoughtful BUT He is VERY clingy and attention seeking… he cannot be left alone because he’ll start crying. Like, this morning, I went to water the garden outside at 6:30am while he was sleeping and he comes outside crying at 6:40. I thought he maybe hurt himself and asked what’s wrong to which he said “I thought you left me?! Why didn’t you say anything ?! I kept calling for you!”. Nobody has EVER left him alone, threatened to leave him or anything of that sort.
If I’m cooking, he’s right there in the kitchen. In the bathroom, he knocks after 10 mins to see if I’m okay. If I’m laying down on my phone, he’ll sit down next to me and asks what I’m doing. I love the kid but it’s fucking annoying and draining to say the least. And anytime I say something, i have to be mean about it or else he will not leave me alone.
He told me that once I have the baby, he is worried that he won’t get attention from us. I can’t split myself in two and obviously the baby will get more attention than he will. I don’t know if I’ll be able to take this kid being up my ass 24/7 while I’m trying to take care of the baby.

i 19 (f) put my boyfriend 19 (m) out for giving me chlamydia and i am now 5months pregnant with his baby and we have not spoken since i put him out in april we were tg for about 7 months things were rocky but overall great we moved in tg after my mom put me out in december mind you i paid all the bills plus food and for us to move in since he doesn't have a job he got fired in january for frequently calling off but i did put him as head of household just so he can feel like it was his home too
in the beginning of our relationship we didnt talk to 2 weeks due to me lying about who i was otp with but to be fair we never defined anything so i didn't know what we were but that's no excuse for lying so we stopped talking and he texted me to rekindle things apparently in those 2 weeks he had sex with someone else she had chlamydia called and told him he didn't tell me until after he got tested it came back negative but i got tested anyways to be sure and it came back negative
now to the present we moved in to i mean it was weird at first then things got back normal and within a month of us moving in my car ended up in the shop and i ended up sick smells and food made me throw up we all know what that means but i was in denial since i never wanted kids and i was on birth control he knew that we had this conversation multiple times
he knew i was throwing up and wasn't feeling well but he was gone from 12pm to 4am for weeks while i was home sick didn't even care asking me for gas money and to send him money for 🍃 we both smoke but i just couldn't stand the smell due to me being sick so i barely did
then one day i finally ask him to take me to the er he drops me off and i call my aunt to be there with me that's when i find out i'm pregnant i was gonna have an abortion but my family pressured me into keeping the baby i texted him n told him but i genuinely did not want this baby so my sister said she would take care of it i told him that and he texted me GOING OFF calling me a push over for keeping the child without wanting a it and giving away "his creation" to my sister he was ok with me having an abortion but not ok with he giving it to my sister i didn't see or hear from him for three days in that time he wouldn't come home so i was staying at my sisters house and he was posting at parties and clubs n shi but people deal with things differently so i didn't say anything i let him do him until he was ready to talk and when he finally was ready to talk he texted me and i called him and he starts yelling going off on me and calling me all out my name so i hung up and called him back maybe 4hrs later and i apologized for not giving him a say and asked him what he wanted to do he told me it doesn't matter what he wants since i made up my mind and i said we can talk and come to a agreement on what to do he laughed and hung up in my face we made up later that night when we both went home but still didn't talk about it
then 2weeks later went to my first dr appt and found out i'm 3months pregnant i sent him the ultra sound pics and all he said was "that's crazy" but he loved rubbing my stomach then the second dr appt came and i got blood tests then a week later my dr called me with the news i had chlamydia i asked him about it and swear he didn't give it to me but i didn't have sex with anyone else i barely wanted to have sex with him and he didn't wanna get tested so i put him out and haven't heard from him since and this was in april he hasn't even told any of his family i'm pregnant and i only know that through a mutual friend...do i reach out? if so how do i start the conversation? i need advice

I know how the title sounds but let me explain. I (19 F) am getting married to an amazing guy (20 M) next year. I really don’t want my grandpas wife, lets call her Betty, to come to my wedding. The problem started last year when she came to visit. I was 36 weeks pregnant when she came to visit. While she was here she only talked about her new grandson and spent a lot of time talking about how great he is and alluding that my baby won’t be as great as he is. She wouldn’t let anyone talk to my grandpa and talked over him when every he tried to talk and told my fiancé that his job was never going to get him anywhere (he works as a rough carpenter for a construction company). The biggest problem came later when she was blaming the police for her daughters arrest. Betty’s daughter had been arrested for child molestation. Obviously no one in my immediate family wants anything to do with her. I have a history as a victim of this crime and do not want anyone in my life who could even try to justify such a horrible act. She continually justified her actions for about an hour and I just sat absolutely stunned. Finally she leaves and they go back home the next day. Fast forward I have my beautiful baby boy and it’s finally time to start planning my wedding. We are planning the guest list and I am dreading deciding inviting that side of the family. So I talked to my mom because she is Betty’s step daughter and I explained to her that because of her values and fear of her discussing her daughters arrest at my wedding, I didn’t want to invite her dad and Betty and I asked her if it would hurt her feelings as her feelings are what I actually care about. I told her that I would love to have her dad at my wedding but I don’t know how to get around inviting him and not Betty. She said that it would hurt her feelings not to have her dad there but she understood not wanting Betty there. So we came up with a plan to handle that issue. She is going to talk to Betty and tell her that this wedding is not about her and under no circumstances is she going to talk about her daughters arrest. We know that she will not attend out of spite because of this conversation and probably not let my grandpa come because of this but it will be there choice not come. When I told my MOH said that it was mean to make it so they don’t want to come. But I feel like my mom and I are just setting a boundary and them inevitably not coming will just be there choice. So AITA?

I had my daughter in December. I struggled with depression my entire pregnancy and was taking Zoloft for it. I don’t really think it helped, but continued taking it since it at least wasn’t making things worse. My OB just seemed to not be very interested in my mood as a result of him being busy.
My husband and I are separated because of immigration issues. We were living together but he asked me to leave during my pregnancy saying that it was unsafe to give birth in his country. This has led me to basically hate his guts because I have been suffering alone and miserable while his life has remained unchanged and I’m not sure he even cares about me or the baby at all though he swears he does. After she was born, he asked me to move back with him but I can’t afford anything now because all of my money goes towards the baby and my bills. And I have a lease now and a job. I can’t just leave now that it’s suddenly convenient for him.
My friends all ghosted me during my pregnancy so I have none left. I talked to one who also has a kid during my pregnancy here and there. But when I reached out and asked if it was okay for me to vent she ignored me. This was while I was still pregnant.
I had a c section after 37 hours of labor. It was depressing even having her without my husband and I live in a conservative part of the country where people seemed to look down on me for having a baby alone. Then trying to take care of her while I was in terrible pain and struggling to get around and pick her up didn’t help matters. I could barely sleep, not only because I had a new baby but was in terrible pain. Meanwhile, my husband sleeps 12 hours every night. And still has the nerve to nap if he has a hard day at work. I resent him so much for making me go through this alone. He still has never met her and it’s been 13 months since I’ve seen him.
I was delivered by a different doctor than my typical OB at a hospital that was part of a different health system. Then, when I returned to him for my 2 week checkup after my c section, he tells me that he knew I was going to have a c section because my hips are shaped weird or something like that and he was going to tell me at my next appointment (I went into labor a day after my 36 week appointment). So, I’m annoyed that I went through all of that labor pain and work for nothing all along when I could’ve at least been warned. Just feels like I’ve been let down by somebody I trusted literally with my life.
I mentioned my depression at this point and it was brushed off as baby blues.
Then at my next appointment a month later I was screened for depression and my doctor talked to me about it and then increased my Zoloft dosage. Other than that, I was told it was normal to feel bad after having a baby.
I called again at maybe 3 months post partum asking to be seen and was told it would be a while because it wasn’t easy to get me in for just mood issues or something like that. I can’t remember how they phrased it. But basically what I got from it was my emotions aren’t a priority over physical issues and I’d be taking a way from patients who need help more than me.
I get it, but everyone says “get help! Tell your OB!” I tried.
In my day to day life, when people ask how things are going with the baby, I’m honest and it seems to bother them. I’m not happy. It’s not going well. I’m exhausted. I hate being a mother. I hate my life. I wish she was never born.
“Oh you don’t mean that!” Or “you wouldn’t trade her for anything!” “But you love her!”
To be honest, I don’t love her. I don’t want anything bad to happen to her and I want her to have a good life but I don’t feel an attachment to her. She’s just a person and a very demanding one. My cousin had a baby just one month after mine was born and I’m jealous of how much support she has and how she’s handled everything so much better than me. I feel like a failure. Her baby was sleeping through the night at 6 weeks old and my baby still wakes up every 3 hours to eat even though everyone says she shouldn’t be that hungry. My cousin has so many people helping her and she obviously has a bond with her baby that I don’t have. She actually seems happy and to love her baby and I just feel nothing when I look at mine.
The only help I have is from my mom but sometimes she acts too optimistic and doesn’t allow me to be upset so that annoys me. I’m very grateful for how much she helps me though but I also know she’s overwhelmed so I try not to make it worse. We both work full time.
My daughter is almost 6 months old now and the depression gets worse and worse. I used to at least have patience and could stay calm through the sleep deprivation and crying but not I’m losing that patience. It’s been 6 months of hell and somehow gets worse when I’m told it should get better. She’s not sleeping better like everyone said she would. Now it’s even harder to get her to sleep because she moves too much.
When she cries I often have to put her in her crib and leave the room for a long time because I get so frustrated and worry I’ll hurt her. Nothing makes me angrier than the sound of her crying and I’ve yelled at her before and feel terrible about it because I know she doesn’t deserve this and I don’t know why I can’t just be calm anymore. I don’t know why I can’t be a good mother and love her.
I never imagined this is what motherhood would be like and I had no idea it could get worse. But every day I get more and more depressed.
I’ve considered inpatient treatment but I can’t afford it and as much as people may say “you can’t afford not to” no, I literally CANNOT afford it. I will be homeless if I don’t go to work. Plus, I have nobody who can keep my baby that long.
I’ve switched doctors and found one who I hope will be better. However, she discovered that I have hyperthyroidism and wants to try to get that taken care of before adjusting my medication since a lot of my issues could be caused by the thyroid. She is willing to increase my Zoloft dose but I’m scared for some reason. I think I’ve just started to feel there is no hope anymore and I’m doomed to misery for the rest of my life.
I never thought I would reach this point of my life. I have never been this depressed before, even through the hardships I’ve faced. I was always good at persevering and continuing on but I can’t anymore. I’m close to losing my shit now and it’s like no matter who I talk to about it they same to think I’m just joking. I have no hope anymore and nothing to look forward to. I just miss my old life and wish I could go back to years ago before I met my husband and just not meet him. I’m sure half the stuff I wrote doesn’t make sense because I’m just all over the place now.
Between work and taking care of this baby while also having no desire to live I just don’t know how much longer I can take it.
I don’t know what to do anymore.

Before I begin my story I must maintain that my sentence to death was a wrong and vile thing to do. I maintain that I am not a killer. I did not kill the schoolchildren the authorities decided to hang me for.
My sentence to death, I must maintain, is a huge misunderstanding. There must be forces out there against me, who conspired to put me in prison for this very experiment, this accursed expedition.
I am not deranged. I am not insane.
The man in the odd multicolored sweater paid me a visit a week before my scheduled execution date. “You are the former schoolteacher Chet Adami?” he asked, polite, offering me a plastic cup of coffee.
I nodded, taking a sip. “I didn’t kill those kids,” I reiterated, for about the thousandth time. “Are you the uh, priest guy? That comes before-”
He shook his head and waved away the guards. “My name is Canopy Hydrangea,” he introduced, extending a hand. I shook it. “I understand you may not be guilty, despite what the state believes.”
I nodded. “Finally, someone who-”
He cut me off. “I’m not interested in your story. Whether you die or not is of no consequence to the people I represent,” he continued. “But I am here to offer you a deal. There’s a place the people I represent need exploring, and I need volunteers.”
He produced a sheet of paper and a pen. “This agreement,” he clasped it into my hands, “has you join a team of expendable, uh, volunteers such as yourself on this expedition. You get in, get the things we need, and get out- and you’re free for life.”
This was better than dying in prison.
I asked him what place this was that I’d be sent to. He told me I had to sign the form first. “I’ll do it, then,” I cheered, signing the document.
He smiled and patted me on the shoulder. “We’ll even give you a whole new identity,” he offered. And with that, he seized the document away from me and left the building.
Within hours I was blindfolded, sedated, and transported. When I awoke I was strapped to a bed in a helicopter, with four others beside me, all beginning to wake up.
The man who’d offered me the deal was there too, sucking on a lollipop while rearranging documents and photographs.
These images, I assumed, was the place they wanted us to explore. They were mostly all aerial photos, a sea of endless green and the occasional bird. And yet, there was more- images of impossible landscapes, dreamlike beings.
“Ah, you guys are awake!” he clapped once, and walked over.
The next few moments were a flash as he re-injected us with some sort of blue, wriggling substance. It was cold, and I swear it pulsed inside my arm.
Then we had landed, and the group was quickly taken inside a compound. We were freed and sat down in some sort of meeting room. More people were inside.
A blue haired lady joined the man.
“Welcome, volunteers,” he announced, pointing to a projector. “You are all, save for one, prisoners on death row,” he reminded. “This offer today is simple- you enter the forest, travel to an outpost we have recently lost contact with,” he turned on the projector, displayed a bright red cylinder labeled ‘SYSTEM RECORDER-A32’, “and recover this data module.”
The woman spoke next. “Easy, right?” she counted us. “We’ll provide maps,” she gestured to tablets. “But this forest is different.”
They proceeded to explain the reason they need ‘volunteers’ for the assignment then.
We were on an island somewhere in the Java Sea. The island had a massive forest in the center, one that at first glance seemed as normal as ever. This changed when an international mining company sent in a team of geologists to determine if there was anything of note beyond the forest.
This team never returned.
Nor did a second team, armed with weapons. Or an environmentalist group that ventured in to document new species. So then the organization our recruiters had come from entered the forest.
We were on the outskirts of the forest, at a place they were calling Ake Base.
Over the past month, they had begun to map the forest and determine why so many hadn’t returned. The reason was illogical- the forest was bigger than the island itself.
Drones that ventured in should have come out the other side- yet remained inside the forest, encountering bizarre phenomena and creatures undocumented.
Every so often, the forest would slope downwards, revealing a new layer with new and distinct ecosystems.
“Recently though,” Canopy concluded, “we’ve lost contact with several outposts in the third layer to eighth layers.” He changed the slide to one of the lost outposts, standing alone amidst a vibrant, alien forest. “You enter the forest, get to your team’s assigned outpost, get back out with the data and you’ll be set for life.”
“Does anyone choose to rescind their agreement?” the woman asked. “It’s either death, or this, and frankly, your chances here aren’t that better.”
There were some who raised their hands. “Hell no!” a man shouted. “I’m goin’ back to life!” The woman had them taken away. We heard gunfire outdoors. No life row for him.
Whoever they were- they were serious about this.
They started to call out names and assign teams.
My team, was small, four of us. There was a mercenary named Leo who kept talking about the food the organization had brought us. He seemed pleasant, charismatic, and I almost forgot he was a criminal.
There was a scientist called Anya who, as she joked, was ‘serving infinite life sentences’ for crimes against humanity. She was given the codes and a booklet of things to watch out for in what they called the ‘Sea of Green’.
Then there was Gail. She was quieter than the three of us, and had an almost eerie vibe to her. She didn’t tell us what she’d done to get here, but she was there nonetheless.
Thankfully, we were given the closest- and safest outpost. A little place in Layer Three, marked by the map as only a few hours walk away.
We set off the next day.
The forest, in the beginning, seemed to almost invite us in. The birds chirped and danced, unafraid of mankind. We even fed them the nuts we’d been given as breakfast rations, which they seemed to enjoy.
About an hour in, things changed. The light from the sun barely pierced the canopy, and at times, we had to utilize our flashlights to see what was in front of us. Leo took the lead, hacking away at the branch and vine in front of us.
The forest was starting to look like a jungle- and yet, as we traversed it never seemed to choose which one it wanted to be.
“Wait!” Anya hissed, as we crossed a stream that seemed oddly familiar. She read from the booklet, then to the map on tablets we’d been given. “We’ve made a circle.”
Leo shook his head. “That’s impossible,” he insisted. “I don’t remember turning.”
“Yeah,” I agreed, catching up from behind.
Anya shared the booklet. “It’s one first phenomena researchers encounter,” she explained. “This place plays tricks on us- we need to follow the stream.”
“But then,” Gail pointed out, “we’d be going in the wrong direction.”
“Trust the book,” Anya concluded. We followed the stream then, and the path started to grow denser, as if the forest hated us for traveling further. But the path was right, and the forest changed as we journeyed.
An hour later the forest had changed. It had sloped downwards a bit, inviting us to the second layer of the maze. The trees seemed higher, and the light was now gone completely.
This was when we started to hear it. Click-click.
“What was that?” I asked, turning. Click-click.
Anya rushed through the book. “It’s not documented.”
Click-click. And then we saw lights in the distance, lights that as we continued walking, were revealed to us as bulbous fruit on the trees that glowed an eerie electric blue.
Click-click. “You sure it’s not in that book?” Leo questioned, switching his machete out for a gun. Click-click.
The clicks were getting louder, each one sending a jolt of uneasy fear down my spine. We moved closer together now, fearing the unknown that were in these- A bush in front of us rustled. Leo aimed his weapon.
A deer- no, something like a deer popped out, gently squawking. It was… wrong in every sense, but it seemed more occupied in chewing a flower than us.
The small creature had the antlers of a deer, yes, but it also had the face of an old man. Not to mention six fists full of thumbs at the end of its legs. It inspected a glowing fruit with it’s odd thumbs.
“Ew,” Gail commented, disgusted. “What the hell is that?”
Anya didn’t have time to look for answers before a black, insectine limp shot out of one of the bulbous fruits and impaled the deer-thing. It screamed an all too human scream and struggled.
We backed away- and by then, the noise was overwhelming. Click-clickClick-clickClick-clickClickclickClickclickClick-clickClick-click. They erupted from every single one of the bulbous fruits, and things began to pour out of them.
The limbs, see, were attached to a head. The a simple sphere that opened into buzzsaws of teeth that grotesquely clicked as they opened. The face-deer only screamed as the clicking creatures devoured it.
“Run!” Leo reminded, shooting as some started to near us. “Run!”
That shook us out, and we ran, terror in our very veins. They seemed more interested in the fallen deer than us- but we still ran until we could no longer.
Actually, it was until I fell off and entered the third layer.
A weight appeared on my chest and I fought it off, thinking I was about to die- but the soft, furry creature atop me jumped off. It wasn’t one of the clicking monsters.
And then I realized the third layer was bright. The trees themselves were glowing now, not the insect fruits of before. And there were a whole host of new, bizarre creatures.
The thing I’d pushed off was some sort of rabbit, covered in glowing blue stripes. If layer two had been a forest of darkness this was it’s very opposite.
In the skies there were ribbons of glowing creatures- thin kites on an unseen wind. The trees were alive with all sorts of furried friends, darting here and there and eating odd colored berries that didn’t seem real.
Anya pointed and spoke, “Look!” It was the outpost, in ruins.
“But what attacked it?” Gail murmured, as we walked over.
We entered through a hole in the wall. The place was oddly peaceful, calming, now home to bioluminescent little ants that dotted the place. Occasionally, one or two of the face-deer would appear, licking the dots up with twin tongues that emerged from it’s too-human face.
“Cute,” Leo joked, picking one up and stroking it. It screamed back at him, chilling and he dropped it. “Never doing that again.”
The place was… too peaceful. And- “what happened to their bodies?” I posited. “If they were attacked- where’s their blood? Their corpses?”
Anya shrugged. “It is odd- perhaps they got devoured.” She gestured to the many oddities around us. “But you’re right, there should be bones, at least.”
This was when we heard the screaming. And all of a sudden every single creature retreated away, disappearing from view, save for the tiny ants inside with us. The screaming was a cacophony of voices, realer than the ones we’d heard from the face-deer.
“I think we need to go,” Leo whispered, holding out the red ‘data module’ in his hands. “Now.”
The screaming got ever closer, and the trees in front of the outpost, beyond a window, started to shake. “I concur.”
We were backing away when we heard the squelching of something loud and heavy. Turning around, we saw the screaming creature we’d heard. It was massive, fleshy, and filled with tiny gaping holes, some filled with eyes, all rising, breathing as one.
I nearly threw up. But that was for a different reason.
The holes were one thing. But the screaming, severed bodies of dozens of people attached the the eye-full monster was another. They screamed and screamed, their bodies unneatly joined and sown into the creature.
It sniffed the air and walked over to the glass, looking in as we hid. “What is it?” I squealed. “What the hell is that?”
The face of a victim in military clothes appeared at the window, screaming, face slowly popping, skin repairing and being digested all at once. Anya flipped through the pages. “They called it a Fleshweave. It absorbs bodies and eats them that way.”
That would explain the lack of bodies we’d seen.
The window shattered- and the thing began to force itself on it, flesh turning to churned cylinders through the window. The bodies, crushed further, screamed some more.
So we ran as the beasts fell into the room with a plop. And despite it’s heavy, gluttonous form it charged forwards, faster than it looked.
Out the outpost we went. I felt a meaty hand hit me and then I fell. It stalked towards me, but a gunshot from Leo burst it’s pus-ridden hand, covered my in grotesque, viscous liquid.
I picked myself up and ran from the screaming thing, up the steep slope and climbing onto the second layer.
I fell again, but Anya caught me, helping me up.
Leo did the same for Gail- but she slipped and fell back into the third layer. The thing approached her, all of it’s pulsing eyes upon her. “Help me!” she bellowed. “Don’t leave me-”
Leo prepared to jump down- but it was too late. The Fleshweave simply picked her up and it opened it’s skin, forging her into her body- er, her top half,- it severed the rest.
“Go!” I snapped, dragging the mercenary to action. The creature behind us lifted itself onto the dark forest and continued to follow.
Gail, merged with the other unfortunate bodies, screamed. I almost stopped in terror from the sound, but flight-or-fight forced me to continue.
Click-click. We found ourselves back in the center of the abode with the insect fruit. And the insects were clearly attracted to the stench of decay the monster emanated. Limbs emerged, and the face-beetles jumped up and swarmed the creatures.
I don't know if the creature was killed by it. I only remember Gail’s face as the insects started to pick her body- and so many others like her- apart.
The way out seemed harder than going in, but we made it. We survived. We reached the outpost and handed our data module to the man who’d offered us the deal. “Impressive,” he congratulated. “You’re the first team back.”
“I want out now,” I panted. “Back to real life.”
He patted me on the shoulder and gave me a sad smile. “According to the world you’ve already died by suicide in your cell,” he informed. “See, there’s a way the people I work for have operated so cleanly for the past few centuries.” He paused and took a step back. “We can’t afford loose ends, see, and you’ve shown us you have the guts to survive Bandai La- er, the Sea of Green.”
I took a step back, panicking. “What do you mean?”
He sighed. “We can’t give you a new life and risk exposing our operation here,” he explained. “And we still need ah, expendable people to lead us to whatever’s in the center of the island.” He handed me a can of soda. “Welcome to your new life. The Company really values your dedication as a treasured employee.”
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But I don’t want this. I was promised freedom. And they can’t keep me from exposing them- I’ve typed this up and Anya did something to the tablet so I can receive and post things online.
I’m not sure if this’ll work. But if it is: I’m on an island somewhere in the Java Sea. There’s a forest that goes on forever and I’m being held as some sort of explorer by some Company.
Find me. Before I die.

I just picked up a Riderbag high visibility backpack and I just feel it's to light and flimsy and I worry about storing my bike tools in there and ruining it ... What I'm looking for is something to store my Bike tools,Air compressor pump(I typically put it in bottle spot) Tablet and my Gym clothes and a towel while being high visibility because I work night shifts.

So I 33F met one of my best friends 37F at my baby shower of all places. A friend I went to high school with was pregnant at the same time as me so she came to my shower and brought her sister. Well her sister and I hit it off and we instantly became best friends. She had literally became my ride or die. We always were having girls night at my house or just going places and doing things together. She always included my daughter which made me love her even more. Well as the years went on she came to me when he and her other half separated needing somewhere to live. At this time I had moved in with my grandparents after my split. I was helping take care of them and they put a roof over mine and my daughters heads. Well when this friend called me she was bawling and I felt so bad for her cause she quiet literally had no where to go. I stuck my neck out for her and went to my nanna asking if my friend could move in. There was rules and what not that my friend agreed to so that very week she moved in. Keep in mind it was only a three bedroom house and my grandparents were downstairs and myself and daughter were upstairs in the other two rooms. I aloud my friend to move into my room with me where she also shared my bed. We had sleepovers before so it didn't bother me one bit cause she was my friend. Well as the months went on I was having to put extra food into the house which was not in the rules my nanna gave her. She was suppose to be paying rent, supplying her own food and necessities. I couldn't afford to pay her way. I tried to help her but finally enough was enough when she went to the bathroom and left the bathroom door open and then proceeded to yell and cuss at my 7 yr old daughter for standing in front of the bathroom door while speaking to me. (bathroom was right as you walked into my bedroom) I sent my daughter downstairs with her nanna and proceeded to yell at my friend. One thing she wasn't going to do was cuss or raise her voice to my child. It wasn't her fault that my friend didn't close the bathroom door which she should have done. Well a few weeks go by after the incident and I was hanging out with her other two sisters at my moms. And she started acting weird. Every time I left the house she tried to go with me. She even tried to go with me on my date with my fiance at the time. I quickly shut it down. Well a week later I was having a girls night at my moms with her other two sisters and this is when all hell breaks loose. I told her younger sister some stuff my friend had been saying about her cause it didn't make since to me. Well it caused them to fight. I wasn't trying to start anything but what I what I told the younger sister had me worried which is the only reason I brought it up. They fought and I fell asleep that night to wake up the next morning to my friend texting my MOM of all people. She was saying some stuff about me using her vehicle. I used it twice when mine was in the shop which she told me I could use. I offered her gas money and she told me not to worry about it cause she knew I was struggling with money myself being a single mom. So I got extremely pissed cause she was bringing it up after she told me not to worry about it. I texted her and went off. It was then brought to my knowledge that she was telling her WHOLE family I was pregnant. I was in shock. I had confided in her that I could be but asked her not to say anything til I knew for sure so I could tell my fiance. Well I found out I wasn't. She was with me when I took the test. So I had to clean up her mess again. I cussed her out over text and told her that if she wanted to be petty I could be petty. I told her I didn't have to stick my neck out for her or let her use my room. So from then on out that she could start sleeping on the couch. Well I finally make it home and come in to her on the couch and she moved all her stuff out of my room. I went straight to my room and did a movie day with my daughter. Now I'm a firm believer in not arguing in front of children so being a adult I texted her and told her I thought it was best for her to find a new place to live. She said she was working on it. I left it alone. Well then she wanted to argue with me cuss at me. She hadn't worked but three weeks the five months she lived with me so I got ugly. I told her she needed to be out by monday so that gave her two days to find somewhere to go. Keep in mind her mom lives on the same block i do, only a few houses up from me. She started packing her stuff and tried taking some things of mine. I called her out and took my things back and went back to my room. I sent my daughter downstairs with her grandparents just encase things got ugly. She proceeded to start throwing my things at me. I come around the corner yelling at her and she went to throw glass plates and bowls at me. I slapped them down to the floor and went at her. My grandfafther come up behind me telling her she needed to leave immediately. So then she proceeds to cuss at my 75 yr old poppy. It set me on fire again so I went at her again. I was pulled back and my nanna got in it. By this point im raging. My nanna tells her to leave and she can come get the rest of her things tomorrow. I turn and walk away and that when I'm told i'm bleeding. Her throwing those dishes at me and me reacting caused me to have to get stitches in both hands and arms and I broke my thumb shielding myself. Her sister came over and took me to the doctor. Thankfully when I got back she was gone. After she was finally out I realized she stole my daughters piggy bank that had over $400 in it and her whole Disney DVD movie collection that I had been buying since my daughter had come home from the hospital. anyways I hadn't spoken to her in months after this and her sisters kept trying to wedge me back with her. Well my friend apologized but I refuse to have her in my life anymore. She hurt me and stole from the one person I love most in this world. Am I the asshole for telling her to fuck off?

Pregnant moms, make me feel less guilty. Of course I’m excited to meet my new baby, but the priority right now is finishing my last 5 shifts. It’s so exhausting being there. I just got a text an hour ago asking if I can be charge because mine called in. On Sunday I had to admit a 400lb pt that took a 6 person EMS lift to get him in the ambulance. On Saturday, I had a full team of 6 with two incontinent, q2h CIWAs.
My first pregnancy my water broke getting a pt into bed after using the bathroom. While I felt like a badass working until the last minute, I knew that’s not how it’s supposed to be. Now I just want it to happen again tonight or tomorrow so I can be done working.
Before you all come at me telling me I shouldn’t be the martyr and I should ask for exceptions, blah blah blah.. I can’t. I’m not willing to take time off before my baby is here. I’m already only getting partial pay for my 12 weeks off. I don’t have any physical limitations or pregnancy concerns keeping me from doing my job. I just wanted to come here and bitch and find commiseration.
So, all you other pregnant mommas working the bedside still, I’m with you 💜💜

Heelo! This is going to be a lot, but I'll try my best to keep it organized. I will give specifics on what all I'm dealing with at the very bottom.
I'm a 5'8, 240lbs, 23 year old trans man (afab) and I have the symptoms of a 65+ year old man.
I've been dealing with chronic back pain since 2018, with absolutely no improvement. Initially we found a tarlov cyst and thought that was it, but the neurosurgeon refused to operate because he said it disappeared and failed to appear on the scan, despite future doctors saying it was visible. This was the beginning of the downward spiral. He gave me gabapentin and duloxetine and sent me on my way. Neither medication helped, and I developed tremors and nerve sensitivity. Gentle brushes feel like sharp pokes, and I can't handle people touching me much anymore.
As time went on, my pain got worse. I went from walking around and going places, sitting at my desk all the time, to being unable to walk or sit more than once a week. I saw plenty of pain management doctors, but none of them helped. They would try nerve ablations, but they didn't help for more than a day and we came to the conclusion that it was the numbing shot that helped, not the ablation. After this failed, they dropped me. Three different pain management facilities did this.
My primary suggested muscle atrophy, which wouldn't have been the cause in the beginning, but we tried to go with it. Physical therapy did not help, and I instead developed sinus tachycardia. My heart rate spiked at 175 while doing basic exercises. I've tried again since then, but it was too painful and I ended up having a panic attack. I plan to try once more after I get some mental health meds situated.
I eventually worsened further, and became fully bedridden. I gained 100lbs in less than a year, and my metabolism tanked. I have constant hunger pain for seemingly no reason. I don't overeat, but my primary refuses to believe that. I eat at most 1600cal a day. I've tried diets, and they only made me gain more weight. I've developed an ED from the way primary has treated me regarding this. Thinking about eating makes my stomach twist.
I can no longer walk more than a few feet in general, standing for more than 30 seconds makes my legs cramp up and my back ache. I am now wheelchair bound. When laying on my back, my ribs ache and it gets hard to breathe, when I reposition I start coughing. Laying in bed hurts. Sitting hurts. Standing hurts. I cannot get relief from the pain, and nobody knows what's wrong with me. They just say fibromyalgia, but that's not a diagnosis that they can do anything with.
(I'm trying to get disability because I can't work, but fibromyalgia isn't one they'll accept either, so it's further frustrating.)
I've developed issues with memory loss, coordination, speech, and eyesight. I can no longer remember things mere seconds ago. If I'm not looking at something, I'll forget about it. I don't have balance anymore. I can't hold conversations, my brain locks up. My astigmatism got a full point worse over 3 months. I don't know if these are relevant but I'll include them.
My mental health is abysmal and things have gotten bad, solely because I've lost hope in ever getting better. I just want to feel better again. I feel like I've been experiencing medical gaslighting because they all just say I can't possibly have these problems because of my age. But I do, so are they just ignoring the evidence? Along with that, I have anxiety and depression, so they blame that a lot. My testosterone also gets blamed for a lot of things, but I started that after all of the pain got bad, so that's not true either. I've checked with my HRT doctor and they confirmed it wouldn't cause any of these things, save for maybe contributing to the weight but not to this degree. I don't know what to do.
We've checked for everything we can think of. Lupus, Multiple Sclerosis (twice), Rheumatoid Arthritis, vitamin deficiencies, parathyroid stuff. I can't remember others. Those are just the main ones I've been suggested, so I'll leave them there.
The only things I know that I have are Renaud's Disease, Scoliosis, Kyphosis, and minor Arthritis in the low back. Probably still a Tarlov Cyst too. I've had a full hysterectomy and full bilateral mastectomy.
I'll add to this list as I remember things. I'm sorry for not having everything on hand and I'm sorry this post is so long/jumbled. It's hard to word things. I'm desperate for help or any suggestions on what to look into, I'm out of ideas as are all of my doctors.
Medications that I take are as follows:
• busPIRone 5 mg tablet (2 daily)
• montelukast 10mg tablet (1 daily)
• methocarbamoL 750 mg tablet (2 daily)
• pantoprazole 40 mg EC tablet (1 daily)
• fremanezumab-vfrm 225 mg/1.5 mL syringe (1 monthly)
• gabapentin 300 mg capsule (2 daily)
• prednisone 10mg tablet (2 weekly)
• verapamiL 120 mg tablet (1 daily)
• cetirizine 10 mg tablet (1 daily)
• testosterone cypionate injection (1 weekly, .4)
• diclofenac sodium 1 % gel (as needed)
• acetaminophen 500 mg tablet (2 daily)
• multivitamin tablet (1 daily)
Thank you so much for your time Please let me know if I need to add any more information. (I'll be editing anything I forget as I go, or to organize things better)
If this is the wrong subreddit for this, please direct me towards the right one! I don't use Reddit much, I just know it's helped people find answers before

I started Mirtazapine (7.5mg) in May 2021- I have severe sleep anxiety, and after a particularly bad run (3 night no sleep in a row, and constant panic attacks), my GP prescribed me Mirtazapine.
It was a godsend- basically I have every now and then a bad night and decided to increase to 15mg (but in hindsight should have stayed on 7.5 because it was fine), but for the most part Mirtazapine gave me my life back!
Fast forward to March 2023, I decided to taper- I felt ready, and wanted to be medication free (also I want to try to have a baby in a few years and you can’t be on Mirtazapine and pregnant apparently)
I stupidly altered doses (half one more dose each week), this really kicked me in the ass 7 weeks later (managed to get to 7.5mg 4x a week) when my anxiety and insomnia came back in full force. So I went back to 15mg.
It took me around 2 weeks to stabilise, and last week I felt back to my old self.
HOWEVER
these last 3 days have been a nightmare, anxiety is definitely back along with my insomnia (maybe 3 hours a night if I’m lucky- and thats only after lying in bed until 4am)
I am pretty unhappy with my life at the moment, but Mirtazapine always helped me through those problems
Does anyone know why all of a sudden this is happening? (And yes I take valerian root, Magnesium, Cherry extract and every now and then CBD oil for a while - with no effect)

I made myself heard. It isn’t the first time, but it was the first time I ever indicated that things had to change.
Our bedroom has been dead for 8ish years, we’ve been together for 12. Every time I would get fed up, I would tell her as much and she would cry and cry and beg and plead and make promises. I almost left the first time and she swore we could make it work. Regardless of all of that, and through taking her promises to get better and work on us seriously, we moved ahead with our relationship we have a 3 year old and she is 7 months pregnant. I had planned to stay for a long time and either work on myself, or at least find ways to make myself sane while I tried to fix things, but I’ve started to realize that it will never change. It is a mess, I’m well aware and I don’t need to be told as much, so please spare me.
Over the weekend, she made an offhand remark/joke about a couple she and her mother were gossiping about who aren’t having any sex. The conversation was already enough to make me gag, but the joke piled on top made me leave the room. Later on, she pushed me on why I was so grumpy and I just cracked, I told her honestly why I was so upset about it (gossiping about someone else’s problems aside), I told her how unhappy I am/have been. I told her how much space and understanding I have given her over all of these years. She is furious at me for deciding now, at 7 months pregnant that I needed to bring it up. I told her that we don’t need to fix things now, but that we need to to start trying to work on things by the time our newborn is around a year old, that things need to change then. This morning she was crying in the shower, I asked her to talk to me, that I don’t want her to be upset and that we can work on things, she shut me out and said she couldn’t afford to have a mental breakdown today because she needs to get to work. I/we have always come after work. I feel like this entire time, I’ve been manipulated and gaslit into accepting things for how they were and not how I want them to be.
I will always love my children, and they are going to come first, but I realized that I will never be happy in this marriage in its current state. I hope things work out, but I am ready to accept if they don’t. I’m glad I’m therapy, I will certainly need it.

For me one of my favorite glitches is on mobile whenever I walk into the Mayor's house and he's standing on a table before he steps off and sits down. And everytime I walk into his office he's leaning over his desk with his head bobbing like he's eating it. No wonder he needs so many Tea Tables!
And one of the funniest moments was shortly after my husband, Oaks, asked if I wanted a baby. It happened to be Mothers Day in real life too. Earlier that day my daughter triggered the dialogue while playing by saying she wanted to see what happened if you went home early. She proceeded to jump on Oaks sleeping in bed until 3 am. Next morning Oaks asked about having a baby. (Meanwhile I had been wanting to see this dialogue forever and she triggered it when I stepped away for a few mins to make her food, oops).
A few in game days later Oaks gets a pop up over his head "Let's go have some fun" and proceeds to walk to the bedroom 😂. My character woke up pregnant! He gets that pop up often, but it was the first time I saw it and it just happened to be at that moment. Most of the time it's when he's walking towards the outside. So it was just an amusing coincidence I'm sure the developer didn't intend, but it gave me a good laugh.
I wanna hear your funny stories too!

Has anyone ever been admitted to the hospital while pregnant? What was your experience like? Thanks team for the tips in advance..

So I 33F met one of my best friends 37F at my baby shower of all places. A friend I went to high school with was pregnant at the same time as me so she came to my shower and brought her sister. Well her sister and I hit it off and we instantly became best friends. She had literally became my ride or die. We always were having girls night at my house or just going places and doing things together. She always included my daughter which made me love her even more.
Well as the years went on she came to me when he and her other half separated needing somewhere to live. At this time I had moved in with my grandparents after my split. I was helping take care of them and they put a roof over mine and my daughters heads. Well when this friend called me she was bawling and I felt so bad for her cause she quiet literally had no where to go. I stuck my neck out for her and went to my nanna asking if my friend could move in. There was rules and what not that my friend agreed to so that very week she moved in. Keep in mind it was only a three bedroom house and my grandparents were downstairs and myself and daughter were upstairs in the other two rooms.
I aloud my friend to move into my room with me where she also shared my bed. We had sleepovers before so it didn't bother me one bit cause she was my friend. Well as the months went on I was having to put extra food into the house which was not in the rules my nanna gave her. She was suppose to be paying rent, supplying her own food and necessities. I couldn't afford to pay her way. I tried to help her but finally enough was enough when she went to the bathroom and left the bathroom door open and then proceeded to yell and cuss at my 7 yr old daughter for standing in front of the bathroom door while speaking to me. (bathroom was right as you walked into my bedroom) I sent my daughter downstairs with her nanna and proceeded to yell at my friend.
One thing she wasn't going to do was cuss or raise her voice to my child. It wasn't her fault that my friend didn't close the bathroom door which she should have done. Well a few weeks go by after the incident and I was hanging out with her other two sisters at my moms. And she started acting weird. Every time I left the house she tried to go with me. She even tried to go with me on my date with my fiance at the time. I quickly shut it down. Well a week later I was having a girls night at my moms with her other two sisters and this is when all hell breaks loose.
I told her younger sister some stuff my friend had been saying about her cause it didn't make since to me. Well it caused them to fight. I wasn't trying to start anything but what I what I told the younger sister had me worried which is the only reason I brought it up. They fought and I fell asleep that night to wake up the next morning to my friend texting my MOM of all people. She was saying some stuff about me using her vehicle. I used it twice when mine was in the shop which she told me I could use. I offered her gas money and she told me not to worry about it cause she knew I was struggling with money myself being a single mom.
So I got extremely pissed cause she was bringing it up after she told me not to worry about it. I texted her and went off. It was then brought to my knowledge that she was telling her WHOLE family I was pregnant. I was in shock. I had confided in her that I could be but asked her not to say anything til I knew for sure so I could tell my fiance. Well I found out I wasn't. She was with me when I took the test. So I had to clean up her mess again. I cussed her out over text and told her that if she wanted to be petty I could be petty.
I told her I didn't have to stick my neck out for her or let her use my room. So from then on out that she could start sleeping on the couch. Well I finally make it home and come in to her on the couch and she moved all her stuff out of my room. I went straight to my room and did a movie day with my daughter. Now I'm a firm believer in not arguing in front of children so being a adult I texted her and told her I thought it was best for her to find a new place to live. She said she was working on it. I left it alone. Well then she wanted to argue with me cuss at me.
She hadn't worked but three weeks the five months she lived with me so I got ugly. I told her she needed to be out by monday so that gave her two days to find somewhere to go. Keep in mind her mom lives on the same block i do, only a few houses up from me. She started packing her stuff and tried taking some things of mine. I called her out and took my things back and went back to my room. I sent my daughter downstairs with her grandparents just encase things got ugly. She proceeded to start throwing my things at me. I come around the corner yelling at her and she went to throw glass plates and bowls at me. I slapped them down to the floor and went at her.
My grandfafther come up behind me telling her she needed to leave immediately. So then she proceeds to cuss at my 75 yr old poppy. It set me on fire again so I went at her again. I was pulled back and my nanna got in it. By this point im raging. My nanna tells her to leave and she can come get the rest of her things tomorrow. I turn and walk away and that when I'm told i'm bleeding. Her throwing those dishes at me and me reacting caused me to have to get stitches in both hands and arms and I broke my thumb shielding myself. Her sister came over and took me to the doctor.
Thankfully when I got back she was gone. After she was finally out I realized she stole my daughters piggy bank that had over $400 in it and her whole Disney DVD movie collection that I had been buying since my daughter had come home from the hospital. anyways I hadn't spoken to her in months after this and her sisters kept trying to wedge me back with her. Well my friend apologized but I refuse to have her in my life anymore. She hurt me and stole from the one person I love most in this world. Am I the asshole for telling her to fuck off?

Recently my group of friends and I went bowling for one of our friends birthday celebrations. We are all quite a close knit group of friends and share a lot together. I am quite close with one friend Emma F39. Her and her partner Dean M40 have been trying to conceive for 2 1/2 years now. I usually see Emma several times a week, but over the past month I have only seen her once, which is very unusual for us. We all talk everyday in the group chat though to keep up with each other. I mentioned to my partner Ryan that I had a strange suspicion that Emma was pregnant. I just had a gut instinct and little things weren’t adding up (not drinking when she would usually, missing out on plans she’d usually attend etc), nothing major, but my gut was telling me she definitely was.
Anyway, while we were at the bowling alley, Emma and I were left alone at some point. I just turned to her and said “I need to ask you something… are you pregnant?” She hesitated for a moment and admitted she was, but her and Dean weren’t planning on telling anyone yet as she was only 4 weeks and she has a family history of miscarriages. I said congratulations and said I wouldn’t tell anyone and that was the end of that. Our friends shortly returned from the bar and the bowling continued.
To my surprise though, while we were out for dinner in the evening, Dean declared they had an announcement to make. He announced Emma’s pregnancy and everyone was so happy and congratulated them etc etc.
The rest of the celebrations went well and I even spoke to her a lot throughout the night and she was completely fine with me…
The next day I messaged Emma several times to see how she was doing, what she was up to and how she was feeling. She ignored me for 10 hours before replying despite texting in the group chat (that I’m also apart of) throughout the day. In the evening I’d sent a text asking if she was annoyed at me for anything as I didn’t know when she was ignoring me. A couple hours later she replied saying she’d been ‘so busy’ (despite regularly messaging the group chat throughout the day and knowing I’d see it?). She kept dodging my question and repeating “we weren’t going to tell everyone yet”. I asked her over and over if she was annoyed at me but again, she kept the same response. I asked her why she didn’t just tell me no and tell us all when they originally planned to. Her response was “because I don’t lie” (despite saying she was too busy to speak to me) and “I could have just not asked” I just said okay congratulations again and it was left like that.
I don’t understand why she acted like this as I didn’t make them tell everyone? I’m sure she’d be able to trust I wouldn’t tell anyone as I had a baby 3 years ago and got everyone to keep it hush hush up until 12 weeks!
Ryan thinks I’m NTA but I’m not sure if he’s just being biased? Just wanted an outsiders perspective.
AITA? Did I ruin the announcement? Did I deserve to be ignored?
EDIT : Emma and Dean agreed together to tell everyone but Dean was the one who announced.
Emma and I are really close and she regularly keeps me updated with her fertility journey, doctors appointments, tests etc.

Pre kids - we had… some kind of arrangement on laundry. Can’t remember what it was but we did. And it wasn’t working. So I told my husband I would wash all the laundry - if he put it all away.
It wouldn’t work, he protested, I wouldn’t hold up my end of the bargain.
I pushed long enough that this became the set up. And it worked - just about. I would do all the laundry and he would, eventually, put it away.
I got pregnant, he got a new job (48 hours a week vs his previous 16) - and then it started again. Apparnetly I was somehow doing all the washing either while he was in work or not in work - I don’t quite remember. But in a way that made it so he had a mountain of laundry to put away… just as he started work? Or something? This was 4.5 years ago so I don’t remember the exact way it works around his 4on/4off shift rotation and me working m-f… But either way - I was sUpEr MaLicOuSlY doing the laundry in a way that fucked him over.
He then said, when the baby came - I’d need to put mine and the baby’s laundry away - o said, uhm, no? Fuck that! Why? Because he was worried that our baby wouldn’t have clean laundry in the cupboards if it was left to him to put it away.
I said I would put away baby clothes.
I eventually got tired of waiting weeks for him to put my laundry away - so i started doing that. He just basically… stopped putting his away.
(Edit to add: he doesn’t remember the original conversation/s we had around the laundry arrangement. He’s said that he’s not debating that they happened - just that he can’t remember them)
We’d argue about it occasionally - usually when he’d make a shitty comment about not having clean clothes. Time went on, now there’s two kids.
I’ve told him - if he puts it in the wash basket, I will wash it. Not in the bathroom (where the wash basket lives), not on the floor by the washing machine, not dropped wherever he’s stripped it from his body. Washing - wash basket - I will clean it.
He doesn’t even respect or love me enough to do that. To make one aspect of my life easier.
Tonight he couldn’t find clean underpants for tomorrow morning for work. There are clean underpants in the massive fucking pile of clean laundry. But they’re not in the pile of his stuff that lives on the side of his bed. So he has no clean underpants.
Because “I’m the lowest rung on the ladder…”
No! No you’re fucking not! I don’t sit there, picking through the clothes and not washing yours. I wash everyone’s, all at once. Granted there’s less of his (because if it’s not in the wash basket - I won’t wash it - and once it’s not on his body any more, it ceases to exist).
I have tried threatening not to do his laundry any more. It doesn’t work. ‘I don’t even make that much l!’ Well then it won’t be a problem for you to do it yourself! ‘But I don’t have time!’ So there’s that much you can’t wash it… but you don’t make that much?
I don’t really want advice along the lines of ‘just stop doing it’ because he does more than his fair share in other areas without caveats on me… I just… I don’t want to fucking fight about fucking laundry again.