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I, female 23 and married to male 33, however he really has nothing to do with this story. It’s my sister in law Female (35) who we’ll call SIL for this story, because I’m not typing sister in law every time I reference her. I’m tired lol.
I recently had my first child. It was amazing and fantastic, he was a NICU baby so I’m extra cautious. I probably annoyed family by not inviting them over to see the baby (I never arranged a date but Easter happened when he was around four months old, so they all saw him there; however I did not offer for anyone to hold him and no one asked.
SIL has had two children already and was pregnant with her third. I have known Anna since I was 12 and she was getting married to my older brother and knew she came from a very conservative family. She has always breastfed with a cover around our family, however at the Easter table I breast fed my child. I will say he latched right away, I was somewhat restricted view from my place at the table in my grandmothers house anyway. He was quick to latch, due to having so much practice- my point being Minimal time my whole boob was exposed (maybe 30 seconds at most). When I said “oop someone’s hungry, baby do you want some milk” her youngest child (boy 6) asked “how does someone only eat milk” and I answered “it’s kinda like a protein shake”.
I would like to add SIL is expecting another baby and I assumed that she would feed her baby as normal in her home without covering (maybe I assumed wrong).
She didn’t say anything at the time about home openly breastfeeding (which I was a little shocked at) but frankly I’m not feeding my child with a cover over his head in my own home. I will cover out of respect for others in two places (church, and then the one time I went to a family funeral). I invite anyone who disagrees with my policy to eat a meal with a blanket over their head.
She also corrected me when I made her child wash his hands before sitting down to eat (we do family style buffet line) and made him take the dinner roll he touched on a separate plate instead of putting it back on the main serving tray (her kids are ALWAYS SICK).
Anyways queue to this weekend. We have always grilled out on Memorial Day as a family for as long as I can remember. This year my mom had already bought all the steaks and all the food before they announced they had “other plans as a family”, which is the same excuse they used a few years ago after they didn’t come to Christmas due to wedding drama after I got married (I chose very small very private and frankly would’ve eloped in Europe if my parents had let me).
So, am I the asshole for ruining events by breastfeeding my child?

I made a stupid mistake on my previous post of typing the wrong ID.
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YammerS was a Chinese Dota2 commentator. He posted his suicide notes in Weibo and I translated them. However the images are highly compressed and I can't use image to text convertor. I have to type every single character down and translate them. I was bursted into tears when I was doing so. Please if anyone had suicidal thought, go and seek immediate help.
Australia (Beyond Blue): 1300 22 4636 (Lifeline Australia): 13 11 14
US (National Suicidal prevention lifeline): 1-800-273-TALK (8255)
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Here is the translated notes:
In the main post:
This is a scheduled Weibo post. After all these years, I still can't let go of the hatred in my heart. I can't find reconciliation within myself either. I know I have wronged many people. It's all because of me, the beginning and the end. Let it end.
In the images:
I was born in a small city in Hebei in 1997, in a residential compound belonging to a typical working-class family. My father is a retired soldier who transitioned to work in China Railway (中铁), and our family settled here. My mother, originally from Hubei, came here with my sister and got married to my father through a mutual introduction. Both of them had previous failed marriages, and this one was also destined to fail. However, I was born in the second year of their marriage.
As far as I can remember, during my childhood, I mostly lived with my mother. Due to my father's work on construction sites, he was often away for long periods. This resulted in very little time spent with my father during my childhood and adolescence. Additionally, my father was introverted, had a peculiar temper, and didn't talk much with me. We would only meet once a year or sometimes every two years, so when I was very young, I kept asking my mother when my father would come back. I longed for my father's presence, but I hardly received any fatherly love or feedback.
Living in this residential compound with many children, one would expect my childhood playtime to be joyful. However, for me, it was all nightmares and pain. I distinctly remember how the adults in the compound looked at me differently when I was very young. Many parents didn't allow their children to play with me. Initially, I thought it was because our family had a poor financial condition or maybe I was a bit mischievous. It was later when I grew up that I found out the real reasons, which I will explain later. Despite the challenges, I eventually managed to integrate into the circle of children my age. Although I still faced bullying, it didn't bother me much. The most painful experiences were being bullied by the older kids, who were probably already in junior high school when I was still in kindergarten. One summer, I vividly remember coming out of my house, eating strawberries, and being noticed by the older kids. They lured me to the former staff building with their toy guns, saying they wanted me to play with them. Once there, they held me down and forced me to drink their urine while prying my mouth open. I ran back home crying and vomiting. Another time, three or four people cornered me in a corner of the compound and made me perform oral sex on them. I resisted that time and my cries attracted adults, so they let me go. Later, as I grew up, I realized that I was not the only one who was being bullied at that time. There was also a girl my age who went through unimaginable things. Moreover, many of these older kids were children of China Railway executives, born into powerful and influential families. But they were truly like beasts. I will never forget these memories.
As time passed, it was time for me to go to primary school. Due to my poor comprehension ability compared to children of the same age and my lack of concentration as a child (possibly due to attention deficit hyperactivity disorder), my first-grade exam results were very poor. I only remember having Chinese and mathematics as the earliest subjects. While many children achieved excellent scores, I barely passed in one subject and failed in another. When I returned home, I was scolded and beaten. That was the first time I started resisting learning from the bottom of my heart. I said I didn't understand... I hadn't learned... My mother believed that I wasn't paying attention in class. My parents themselves had a low level of education, especially my mother, who couldn't help me with my studies. Later, they spent money on tutoring, and my grades improved slightly in second and third grade..
In grades four, five, and six, there were changes in the homeroom teacher. During this time, some kids started demanding protection fees, and if you didn't pay, they would beat you up. As a result, I got into fights more frequently. I was called to the office and falsely accused of starting trouble. I was also bad at expressing myself and couldn't defend myself properly. The teacher didn't believe me, and in the end, I was the one who got beaten up and punished. The corporal punishment by teachers in the small city's school was really outrageous. They would actually hit you, slap your face, hit you with a soft pencil, or use a stick. It was during that time when my grades were already average, and I started hating studying. I didn't want to go to school anymore, I didn't want to attend classes. I started pretending to be sick and skipping classes. I completely lost interest in studying, and it was probably in sixth grade when something happened. The classroom door lock was broken, and coincidentally, I was cleaning after school. Some students were fooling around and broke the lock. Later, they went and told the teacher that I did it, and they even testified against me. The teacher didn't believe what I said, and in front of many teachers in the office, they kept hitting my palms with a soft pencil until they were all bruised, asking me to admit it quickly. It was then that I truly understood what it meant to be coerced into confession. In the end, I couldn't bear the pain anymore and admitted to it. I even bought a new lock to replace the broken one in the classroom. After that, I didn't want to go to school anymore. Some might ask why I didn't talk to my mother about it. It was because there was already a rift between us regarding my academic performance. In the eyes of my relatives and family members, I had already become a poor student and a bad child. I didn't study properly and started sneaking off to internet cafes. I didn't care anymore and didn't want to say anything to them.
After entering junior high school, in the first and second years, our physical education teacher served as the homeroom teacher. Since I hadn't laid a good foundation in elementary school, I continued to hate studying in junior high. I would disrupt classes, talk back, and get into fights. During the first two years, corporal punishment and long lectures at home accompanied my education. This period was also my rebellious phase. My father returned to work, and they would argue all day long at home, which was true. They would argue all the time, every moment of the day. The old-style building had poor sound insulation. The entire neighborhood could hear the sound of our arguments, and in addition to the school issues, I would have endless arguments with my family. On one hand, I didn't want to attend school and face punishment, and on the other hand, I didn't want to go back home. I was already feeling a bit depressed. During that time, I would skip classes, go online, play Dota, stay up all night, and sleep in school the next day. It was during this period that I learned a devastating truth, not to mention how I found out, but I discovered that I wasn't my parents' biological child. I was the illegitimate child of a relative, and to cover up their mistake, they brought in my father as a substitute and got married. I was born quickly in the second year of their marriage. That's also why, since I was young, the kids in the neighborhood would always bully me, and adults would look at me with strange eyes, including the children of many parents who initially didn't let their kids play with me. I truly broke down at that moment. It was also during that time that I developed depression, and I started hating myself and my family more and more. I really didn't want to live during that period. One day in the second semester of eighth grade, I bought sleeping pills. At that time, the control over sleeping pills wasn't as strict as it is now. I attempted suicide, but I didn't take enough, so I didn't die. Later, a teacher visited our home and conducted a home visit, asking me about the reasons. I didn't say anything. I just said I wasn't happy and that life had no meaning. The homeroom teacher was probably afraid of taking responsibility, so the attitudes of all the teachers toward me changed afterward. At the very least, they didn't bother me anymore when I slept in class. After moving up to ninth grade, aside from changing the homeroom teacher, the other subject teachers remained the same. During this time, I encountered the second great teacher in my life. The first one was Mr. Cai in the first three years of elementary school. This teacher's last name was Tian. He was our chemistry teacher, and maybe it was because of what happened in my eighth grade... As I write this, I'm finding it difficult to control my emotions. After taking over our class, he had individual conversations with each student. He was the first and only teacher who wanted to be friends with me. He always encouraged me, saying that I wasn't any worse than anyone else and that I should be confident. My depression improved a lot during my ninth grade year, and I studied diligently. However, because I had fallen so far behind before, I couldn't catch up. In the end, I didn't pass the high school entrance exam, and I left home to study in Shijiazhuang. I didn't want to continue living in that city or return to that home.
The three years of studying and living in Shijiazhuang were among the few happy times in my life. My depression rarely occurred during this period. With a completely new environment, new friends, and classmates, I actively engaged in my studies. I joined the student council and became a department head. I played basketball, exercised, and played Dota. Overall, I felt fulfilled. The only regret was that during the final stage of the semester, I had my first official romantic relationship, but it ended in betrayal. Afterward, I didn't date anyone for the next five years.
After graduation, I interned at a China Railway unit, which happened to be in Shijiazhuang. At that time, Shijiazhuang was constructing a subway, and since I studied surveying, I decided to stay. It was my first time entering the workforce, and many things shattered my preconceptions. There was hypocrisy and flattery in the workplace, colleagues engaging in office politics, data manipulation, construction companies cutting corners, and project managers having affairs behind their spouses' backs... The world turned out to be different from what I had imagined. In the first half of the year, I worked diligently, but in the latter half, I started contemplating what I really wanted to do, and my enthusiasm for work diminished. After the completion of the project I was involved in, I resigned directly. I left Shijiazhuang and became a commentator.
My depression completely erupted in mid-March 2019 when my father passed away due to illness. He had been tormented by the disease for several months and eventually succumbed to the pain. During his last few days, I stayed by his side, watching him and reflecting on his two failed marriages and the mistreatment he endured at his workplace, only to be plagued by the disease until his death. After the funeral, in April, I returned to my rented house in Shanghai. During that time, I would spend the entire night talking to myself in the house, painfully banging my head against the wall. Every day, when I looked into the mirror, I felt an intense disgust towards the person I saw. As I grew older, I resembled my biological father more and more, and I couldn't even count how many times I had hurt myself in front of the mirror. This state of mind persisted until recently, where I would only take a bite of food every two or three days, experiencing headaches and various sleep disturbances. Sometimes, I would even have uncontrollable fits of laughter and engage in self-talk. I'm really not doing well.
In recent years, I have started squandering money to fill the emptiness in my heart. I can't find meaning in life, and I can't reconcile with my past either. Many people have told me that it's not my fault, that I shouldn't blame myself for the mistakes of others, and that I should live my own life. You could also say that this is my way of escaping from reality, that I'm a weak and useless person. Well, so be it. Without me, this family that should never have existed wouldn't have come into being. There wouldn't have been so many things that should or shouldn't have happened. This family emerged because of me, and today I will end it by taking my own life. Everything from the beginning has been wrong, and I hope this mistake can be corrected now. My inner pain can finally come to an end. Today, when I leave, I will leave with a smile. Every second in this world, many people are born and die. Without me, the world won't be lacking anything. I don't want to come to this earthly realm again in my next life, and I hope that in the future, you won't create a tragic family for the sake of your own selfish desires or to cover up your own mistakes.
Please forgive my selfishness and cowardice, and please forgive my pain and struggles. Goodbye.

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Mi "Yammers" Hongwei is a Chinese caster from China. He is considered as one of the best Chinese stream commentator. His liquipedia link: Yammers - Liquipedia Dota 2 Wiki
Here is his weibo(kind like facebook). Translated by google translate.
This is a scheduled Weibo. After all these years, I still can’t let go of the hatred in my heart, and I can’t reconcile with myself. I also know that I’m sorry for many people. It’s all because of me. Let’s end it.
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I was born in a small city in Hebei in 1997, in a family compound, in an ordinary worker's family.My father is a veteran, after retiring transferred to work in China Railway, and then settled here. My mother is from Hubei. After coming here with my sister, she married my father through introduction. Both of them had a failed marriage before, which was also a failure. Then there was me in the second year of marriage.
As far as I can remember, I lived with my mother most of the time when I was a child, and my father was on the construction site all year round because of the project, which also caused me to spend very little time with my father in my childhood. In addition, my father has a withdrawn personality, has a strange temper, and doesn’t talk to me much. We only meet once a year or once every two years, so when I was very young, I always asked my mother when my father would come back. I was able to see it during the Chinese New Year, and I kept talking non-stop, and he basically replied perfunctorily, that I basically didn't get any fatherly love.
Living in this family compound, there are so many children, logically speaking, childhood should be very happy, but for me, this is all a nightmare and pain. I was particularly impressed by the adults in the yard. When I was very young, they looked at me differently. Many parents would not let their children play with me. At first I thought it was because our family conditions were not good, or I'm a little naughty, and I will know the reason when I grow up, and I will talk about it later. After several twists and turns, I still integrated into the circle of children of the same age. Although I still suffered from some bullying occasionally, it didn’t matter anymore. The most painful memory for me should be the thing of being bullied by boys older than me. At that time, I was still in kindergarten, and those children were already junior high school students. That summer, when I came out from home and ate strawberries, I was seen by several older children. They held imitation gun toys and told me to play, and pushed me into an abandoned apartment building. Four or five people held my hand. My limbs poured urine on me, opened my mouth on the spot, and kept urinating. Then I ran home crying and vomiting all the way. Another time, it was also three or four people who dragged me to the corner of the compound to make me suck their cock. That time I didn't give in, and the crying attracted the adults, so they gave up. When I grew up, I realized that it was not only me who was bullied, but also girls of my age. It was hard to imagine what they would go through. Moreover, many of these older children are children of leaders, born in powerful families, but they are really assholes. I will never forget this memory.
As time goes by, it's time for me to go to elementary school, because my comprehension ability may be worse than that of children of the same age. In addition, when I was young, I was inattentive and a little hyperactive. My first test in the first grade was very poor. I remember that the earliest subjects at that time were only Chinese and mathematics. Many children got full marks. But for me, one of them just passed and the other failed. When I got home, I was scolded and beaten. That was the first time I started to resist learning from the bottom of my heart. I said that I really didn't understand...I didn't learn...My mother just thought that I didn't pay attention to the class, and my parents had a very low level of education, especially me. Mom, she can't help me. Later, I spent money on cram school, and my grades in the second and third grades were slightly better. Grades 4, 5 and 6 my head teacher changes, and at this time some children began to collect protection fees, and they would fight you if you didn’t pay. After that, the frequency of my fights became more and more frequent. I was called to the office and framed. I was stupid, I was bad at defending myself, the teacher didn't believe me, and I was the one who was beaten and punished in the end. The school teachers in small cities punished people really outrageously, really beat them, slapped their mouths, whipped people with soft pencils, and beat them with sticks. It was also at that time, my grades were mediocre at that time, I started to get tired of studying, I didn't want to go to school, I didn't want to go to school, I started to pretend to be sick, and skipped classes. Completely tired of studying, it should be an incident in the sixth grade. The door lock in the class was broken by someone. I happened to be cleaning after school. A few students fought and broke the door lock. Then I ran to tell the teacher , I broke it, and they testified to each other, the teacher didn’t believe what I said, in front of so many teachers in the office, they kept hitting my palms with soft pencils, and they were all smashed, let me admit it quickly, I was really at that time Knowing what it means extort confessions under torture , in the end I really couldn't stand the pain and admitted it. I also bought a new lock for the class to change. I never wanted to go to school at that time. Some people will ask why you didn't tell your mother, because of the academic performance, I have already separated from my mother. At this time, in the eyes of my relatives and family members, I am already a poor student and a bad boy. If I don't study hard, I will secretly go online. , I don't care anymore, I don't want to say anything to them.
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After entering junior high school, our class teachers in the first and second grades were all physical education teachers. In addition, my previous foundation was not well established, and I continued to be tired of studying in junior high school, chatting and fighting in class all day long. The first two years were spent with corporal punishment education and parents. This period was also my rebellious period. My father also transferred back from work, and my parents quarreled all day long. This is true. Every day, all the time, we are arguing, really all the time. The sound insulation of the old-fashioned buildings is very poor. The sound of our family’s quarrel can be heard in the whole courtyard. In addition to my school’s affairs, I also have endless quarrels with my family. On the one hand, I don't want to go home, and I'm already a little depressed. During that time, I skipped classes and played dota online, all night long. Went to sleep at school the next day. Later, it was also during this period that I knew, a thing that broke me down. Let’s not talk about how I know, I know that I was not born to my parents, but the illegitimate child of relatives, and then they found my father as a successor in order to cover up their mistakes, and I was born soon after the second year of marriage. , This is also the reason why the children in the yard have been bullying me since I was a child, and the adults looked at me strangely and refused to let their children play with me. I really broke down at that moment, and it was at that time that I suffered from depression. I became more and more disgusted with myself, and I hated my family more and more. At that time, I really didn’t want to live anymore. One day in the second semester of the second year of junior high school, I bought sleeping pills. At that time, the regulations on sleeping pills were not as strict as they are now. I committed suicide, but didn't eat enough to die. Later, the teacher came to our house for a home visit and asked me why, but I didn't say anything, I just said that I was not happy and that my life was meaningless. The head teacher is probably also afraid of taking responsibility. After that, all the teachers’ attitudes towards me have changed. At least they never bothered me when I slept in class, hhhh.
After entering the third year of junior high school, except for the change of the head teacher, the teachers of other subjects did not change. At this time, I met, the second good teacher in my life. The first one was Teacher Cai in the first three grades of elementary school. The teacher's surname is Tian. He is our chemistry teacher. It may also be because of my second year of junior high school... I can't control my emotions when I write here. After he took over our class, he talked to the students one by one. He was the first and only teacher who said he wanted to be my friend, he always encouraged me, he said you are no worse than anyone else, you have to be confident. In the third year of junior high school, my depression eased a lot, and I also studied hard for a year, but because I had left too much behind, I couldn't even catch up. In the end, I still failed the high school entrance examination, and then left home to study in Shijiazhuang. I don't want to continue living in this city either. I don't want to go back to this home.
The three years of studying and living in Shijiazhuang were one of the few happy times in my life, and my depression rarely broke out. Brand new environment + brand new friends and classmates, I am actively studying, I joined the student union and became a minister. Basketball + exercise + dota I have a very fulfilling overall life. The only legacy is the first official love in my life in the last stage of the semester, and I was cuckolded. I didn't have a relationship for the next five years.
After graduating, I went to China Railway for an internship, and I happened to stay in Shijiazhuang. At that time, Shijiazhuang was constructing the subway. and my major was surveying, so I stayed there. Maybe the first time I began to work, many things broke my cognition. Hypocrisy and flattery in the workplace, intrigue among colleagues, false reporting of data, cutting corners by construction units, project managers who have families behind their backs to find mistresses... This world is really different from what I imagined. I was very serious in the first half of the year. In the next six months, I was thinking about what I wanted to do, and basically I didn't have any enthusiasm for work. Later, I resigned directly when I was working on the project I was working on. Leaving Shijiazhuang. Do a commentator.
My depression broke out completely in mid-March 2019, and my father passed away due to illness. I was tortured by the disease for nearly several months, and finally passed away in pain. In the last few days, I have been by his side. Looking at him, thinking back on his life, two failed marriages, being bullied by others in the workplace, and finally being tortured to death by illness. After the funeral, I went back to my rented house in Shanghai in April. During that time, I talked to myself all night in the room, banging my head against the wall in pain. I looked in the mirror every day, and I was disgusted when I saw myself in the mirror. The more I grow up, the more I look like my biological father. I can’t count how many times I have smoked myself in the mirror. This state has continued until the last two or three days. I laughed out of control and said to myself, I really can't do it. In recent years, I have started to squander money to fill the void in my heart. I can't find the meaning of life, and I can't reconcile myself with the past. Many people have said to me, you are not to blame for this matter, don't blame yourself for other people's faults, you have to live your own life. You could also say it's my excuse to escape from real life, a weak, useless piece of shit. whatever. Without me, there wouldn’t be this, this family that shouldn’t be there, and there wouldn’t be so many things that shouldn’t be there. This family came into existence because of me, and today I killed myself, and it ends with me. Everything was wrong from the beginning, and now this mistake can be corrected. My own inner pain can finally be over, and I leave today with a smile on my face. Many people die and are born every second in this world, without me, this world will not lack anything. I don't want to come to this world in my next life. I also hope that you will not create a tragic family for your own selfish desires or to cover up your mistakes in the future. Dota2_Yammers
Please forgive my selfishness and cowardice, and please understand my pain and struggle. goodbye
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I don't want to comment too much, just want to tell the story of a poor man, a dota lover. Hope dota brings him more happiness in his life. He has a famous voice line, which content is "再见了宝贝”, means "goodbye baby". I don't know if valve can do anything to make it a memorial.
R.I.P.

I tried mushrooms with a buddy in a funeral home (he was live in attendant) back in like 2010. It went great. I was also barely 19 and I still had hopes and dreams.
Yesterday I managed to get a hold of a Rocket Bar (mushroom candy bar) from a trusted source. I took two bars of the candy bar. Within 30 minutes I was feeling it. It was not enjoyable. I was under the impression that was a very small dose.
Back in Nov. 2021 I had this really bad thing happen and it's been a struggle since to keep some sort of normal life going. The psychiatrist and counselor I see both suggested medication that works for me really well. It keeps me upbeat and the depression down for the most part. World of difference between now and just 6 months ago.
That little bit of the mushroom bar made me feel nothing but anxiety, dread and fear. I felt like I did after that negative event happened. When I closed my eyes I either remembered more of the negative event or I hallucinated more happening.
The point of this post is that I don't know what happened. I've tried mushrooms before. It was a pleasant experience. This time I had to take Nyquil to force myself to sleep an hour in because I couldn't stomach what my mind was playing.
Is it possible this was a bad bar or is this just me on mushrooms now?

When a family moves into a new house in Connecticut, they discover it's gruesome past as a funeral home and are met face to face with a grotesque horror. They must choose to fight the paranormal forces or let their ever growing fear, consume them. Will they make it out alive? Or will evil triumph? This is the untold story of the terrifying Snedeker family haunting, better known as a haunting in Connecticut. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mirz8V8EMds

If you are doing stuff i can tell you that you are slowly but surely dying. If you're eating, sleeping or just going to that school. Whether you do, all of it is a side effect of dying. If you are hanging out with someone, you so are wasting your time. Your are spending your thinking time on that creature, your attention and lastly yourself. You are spending, wasting yourself on someone. Not everyone would be worth that price. You will soonly be dead while not have done all the things in your life that were needed to be done. I am spending alot of my free and unfree time on thinking of dying. What would you feel? Pain, uncomfort and helplessness or rather be involved in a feeling such as satisfaction and happiness? I think it depends on a persons past life, or rather said a souls past life. Because when you die you will not be more than a dead body and your soul somewhere in between the reality and the dreams, between real life and fantasy. Oh yea. There is no real life anymore because when you die you will then lay there in the grave in darkness waiting for someone or something to come for you. If so, you would be really lucky because not everyone has someone to bury them and stay on their funeral in tears wishing them a better life after the death or wishing them to be with Jesus or something else that now depends on the wishing persons religion. What torture it would be to lay there listening to those people who will unfortunately after crying and wishing and praying go to their homes continuing living their ususal lives and slowly but surely forgetting about you. That is why people do not hear anything from the grave, from the underground. It is because they are now luckily dead. Not more that just a dead body with a soul that no longer belongs to them. They are now resting in peace for years or even more when the tiding water had stopped being something such as just water and when the rising sun is now going to its luckily peaceful end.

About 10 days ago my dad passed away from a long illness. Me, DH & our 3 young kids flew overseas for his funeral for 5 days. While away, house was meant to be empty. We paid our friend to clean for us while gone & check on the place. My husband offered for BIL to use his car if he wanted (BIL doesn't have his own). BIL offered to do our bins for us, DH accepted & said if he did need to stay over for that he could.
Saturday it was clear from our security cameras, BIL had invited himself to stay for the whole time. I was a bit pissed but waved it off, as long as he put the bins out and the house was safe, secure and tidy, it's okay. Saturday night all our security cameras go dark. DH messaged BIL to ask if everything was okay cos our cameras had gone off. BIL said yes everything was fine.
Sunday got a message from our friend (cleaning) saying "Oops! Just scared the shit out of [BIL] and the girl he had round!" I asked her to clarify. Said she walked in on BIL & a woman on our couch. Our friend then asked them to leave and they got their stuff from the master & ensuite before leaving.
Sunday night cameras all come back on. I go back to the timestamp where they went off, & see BIL covering our security cameras. (Note: these ALL are external ONLY). He knew we had recently had our car stolen & it cost over $1000 to sort. But here he is, covering our security cameras, to bring a random person into our house, & our bedroom, while we are gone.
DH messaged BIL: "Who's the girl you had round?" BIL: "I don't know what you mean." DH says "Boyfriend then?" BIL responds "😉" and hubby sends footage of him covering cameras and the message from our friend. BIL admits to having a woman around.
Friend goes back Tuesday to check on things. She'd changed our sheets on Sunday, bed clearly slept in by Tuesday; and shit in our ensuite. She recleaned the general messes he'd made.
Tuesday night in a phonecall between DH and BIL, hubby tried to explain why we are upset and feel disrespected; and told him to leave immediately
Re cameras - he "doesn't like being filmed" - they're not his security cameras to mess with. I don't think what he did to the cameras is okay. DH had to send the video of BIL covering the camera and the message from our friend to him for him to come clean. He then lied to DH saying he didn't take the girl into our room (which he was seen doing). Using our bed is a whole other thing.. There is a big spare bed. Our friend had to reclean so hubby asked for a $50 cleaning fee from BIL too.
BIL ended the conversation by directing at me: "Okay [name], I know you're going through some stuff right now so I'll tidy up and leave." But it had nothing to do with my feelings, and everything to do with how he behaved.
We are married with 3 young children; this is our private family home. It's not a bachelor pad or AirBnB - I think it was really disrespectful & rude of him to treat it that way.
I need 3rd party clarification: AITA??!

My godfather was an idol to me, and a great teacher. He passed of natural causes not long ago, and since my two godsisters and I have always been close, I was talking with them about godfather and his life.
He was a Lutheran pastor, and lead many churches in his life. He always seemed a calm and collected example of a good man. He worked with children most of his life, and was a man I greatly admired. He and my godmother adopted my two godsisters from Columbia. One godsister left home at 16, never to return. I was always told she was a rebel, and that God had given her the stubborness to survive on her own. She and I had little contact while I was growing up, but I was always close to the godsister that remained, and am still close to her today.
After godfather died, the estranged sister returned to our lives, and is still slowly building new relationships with us. In talking, I learned that my godmother was severely physically abusive. She often beat both girls, made them kneel and pray for extended periods on ice packs, and would even go as far as biting them to the point of bleeding.
Meanwhile, I learned that godfather basically had them as sex slaves from their preteen years up until both girls had moved out (hence why one had left at 16).
I, being much younger and a boy, never knew any of this. I had wondered why only one godsister attended her mother's funeral, and why neither spoke at either parents' funerals. I had no idea the horrors that both had protected me from, and had hidden from the entire family.
I am also having difficulty processing the fact that I idolized and looked up to a monster. Had he abused any of the many children he was supposedly a spiritual keader and teacher to? How could he be so horrible behind the doors of his home, and yet a man admired and respected in multiple communities?
I'm torn.
The one good thing is that since both parents are dead, both godsisters (both a bit older than I, BTW) are talking to me again, and that part of my family, along with their children and grandchildren are forming a close knit group again.
Any advice on processing all this would be appreciated, and thank you for reading my ramblings.

My (22M) gf (22F) have been together for almost 4 years. She is away at medical school and had her birthday coming. I had planned on giving her a specially engraved gold signet ring that cost me a lot of money and required months of work by a specific jewellers to create. I was so excited to give her this on her birthday and spent a long time planning for this gift. She had always wanted it and I knew she would absolutely love it. Unfortunately, my great grandmother died at the age of 105 in her care home. It was to be expected after how long she’d braved through life but that time had to come for her.
When the funeral date was released, it was on my gf’s birthday. After knowing this, I told her and asked her what she was going to be doing. She said that she would be waking up at home then driving an hour and a half back to medical school in the morning and had a very busy day ahead of her. Lectures and studies etc. when I say she works hard, she works non stop all the hours of the day. On the morning of her birthday, I sent a really long and lovely birthday message by text saying how much I love her, I hope she has an amazing day and I can’t wait to celebrate it with her. She woke up 9 o clock at which I was already on my way to my grandmas house to rendezvous for the funeral car to arrive. I kept her up to date with what was going on whilst also asking her what she got for her birthday, what she’s up to today etc. Keeping happy and cheerful birthday morning messages for her before the funeral begins.
Once the funeral had started, she had set off back to medical school. Once the funeral was finished, we all met at my great grandmas favourite pub for the wake where we drank alcohol, ate food and celebrated her wonderful life at the ripe old of age of 105. I was quite occupied with family stuff. Throughout the day, I hadn’t been receiving many messages from my gf, assuming that she was busy so I thought nothing of it. When she’d message, I would continue to be asking about how her day has been, has everyone been giving her birthday wishes, did she receive any more presents from her friends etc. At the end of the night, the entire family were quite drunk, crying and overall ready for bed. I said goodnight to my gf and she did too so I went to sleep.
In the morning, I asked if I could give her a call and she was awake and ready. I called her and wished her another happy birthday and asked her what she got, did you enjoy your day? How was it? Etc. She told me it wasn't the best because she was just so busy with her uni stuff which I showed empathy towards. After she came back from medical school the next day, I surprised her with her present i had been waiting ai long to give, she opened it up and she was over the moon. She loved it so much and I'm so happy i got her it for her birthday.
A month later she was upset with me over some things and she brought up her birthday. One night, she face-timed me saying that i didn't call her on her birthday and was so upset by it. She used it as another reason to break up with me. She said that she feels like i don't care about her or the relationship and broke up with me that night. I am devastated by this. My heart has been torn into a million pieces never to be put back together. After some thinking, i wanted to see how you all feel about this situation? I was at my great grandmas funeral all day, she was busy, should I have called her? I called her the next morning am i being the asshole?
I could talk to you all about the other reasons she decided to break up but I can make a second list about it if you would all like.

My husband and I have been together for ~8 year, but only married for 2. We are usually each others best friend complete with all the inside jokes, banter and just being silly with each other.
After getting married he had been working the night shift at his company and I worked the “normal” people hours of 9-5 so we hardly saw each other. One day I picked his phone up off the couch so our dog wouldn’t jump and break it, the screen was unlocked and I saw he had been on OnlyFans and was subscribed to many women’s pages and made A LOT of comments on each video. When I confronted him with this he was ashamed then apologized to me and promised to work on the relationship to make everything better. We seemed to get back into the same page and I thought we were doing well. Fast forward a couple months and I was helping him fill out paperwork as he was starting a business and when I was filling out the paperwork I was looking through his emails for passwords, usernames, stuff like that and I saw that he had been paying women for sexy/inappropriate videos and pictures. I confronted him with this new discovery and you guessed it…. He felt ashamed and embarrassed and apologized. This time I had had it, I took my dog and went to my family members house for a couple of days. I eventually came home and we worked on the relationship. We then move across the country for his job as he wasn’t feeling fulfilled there either. We have both been stressed as we moved away from all our family and we moved our whole lives across many many states with multiple dogs. We finally got into a house and have been working on getting life settled. I had recently visiting home to attend a funeral of a close family member and he stayed behind. When I returned home I felt that things were off. We had a discussion and he told me that he was just stressed with work and that our house was chaotic and dirty and he thought it would help his anxiety if it was cleaner. I agreed as I had been slacking on cleaning. Well 2 weeks go by and I have been cleaning my butt off; I kept the dishes out of the sink, I make sure the laundry was taken care of and vacuumed daily. And I was literally having to beg for him to spend 5 mins with me away from his video games. Which he then told me that he felt claustrophobic by me doing this. Well this morning he received a call that woke me up so I went to get his phone and see what was going on. Well I had that feeling in the back of my brain, I like to think women’s intuition, to just open his phone and look at his notifications. Well as I’m sure you know at this point there was a notification from a money exchange app that his account was reactivated. I then took that as my warrant to invade and investigate this person I didn’t feel like was mine anymore. There is was messages to another girl about how he wanted to do a FaceTime date with her (and he sent it while we were having dinner together), there were AI chats that were all sexual, and his email was all about talking to other women.
I confronted him about what I found and he then started to act ashamed and kept saying, “I know, I hate myself”. He insists that he wants to work on the relationship and wants to get help from therapy. At this point I don’t believe him and I am not expecting anything to happened until I see some real change.
Is this a relationship dealbreaker? Yes or No? TIA

My husband and I have been together for ~8 year, but only married for 2. We are usually each others best friend complete with all the inside jokes, banter and just being silly with each other.
After getting married he had been working the night shift at his company and I worked the “normal” people hours of 9-5 so we hardly saw each other. One day I picked his phone up off the couch so our dog wouldn’t jump and break it, the screen was unlocked and I saw he had been on OnlyFans and was subscribed to many women’s pages and made A LOT of comments on each video. When I confronted him with this he was ashamed then apologized to me and promised to work on the relationship to make everything better. We seemed to get back into the same page and I thought we were doing well. Fast forward a couple months and I was helping him fill out paperwork as he was starting a business and when I was filling out the paperwork I was looking through his emails for passwords, usernames, stuff like that and I saw that he had been paying women for sexy/inappropriate videos and pictures. I confronted him with this new discovery and you guessed it…. He felt ashamed and embarrassed and apologized. This time I had had it, I took my dog and went to my family members house for a couple of days. I eventually came home and we worked on the relationship. We then move across the country for his job as he wasn’t feeling fulfilled there either. We have both been stressed as we moved away from all our family and we moved our whole lives across many many states with multiple dogs. We finally got into a house and have been working on getting life settled. I had recently visiting home to attend a funeral of a close family member and he stayed behind. When I returned home I felt that things were off. We had a discussion and he told me that he was just stressed with work and that our house was chaotic and dirty and he thought it would help his anxiety if it was cleaner. I agreed as I had been slacking on cleaning. Well 2 weeks go by and I have been cleaning my butt off; I kept the dishes out of the sink, I make sure the laundry was taken care of and vacuumed daily. And I was literally having to beg for him to spend 5 mins with me away from his video games. Which he then told me that he felt claustrophobic by me doing this. Well this morning he received a call that woke me up so I went to get his phone and see what was going on. Well I had that feeling in the back of my brain, I like to think women’s intuition, to just open his phone and look at his notifications. Well as I’m sure you know at this point there was a notification from a money exchange app that his account was reactivated. I then took that as my warrant to invade and investigate this person I didn’t feel like was mine anymore. There is was messages to another girl about how he wanted to do a FaceTime date with her (and he sent it while we were having dinner together), there were AI chats that were all sexual, and his email was all about talking to other women.
I confronted him about what I found and he then started to act ashamed and kept saying, “I know, I hate myself”. He insists that he wants to work on the relationship and wants to get help from therapy. At this point I don’t believe him and I am not expecting anything to happened until I see some real change.
Is this the end of the marriage? Yes or No

I hate all 3 of my siblings. I am 29, my siblings are all in their 40's. I became my mothers primary caregiver when I was 14. I would go to school, come home amd take care of her. Just as I was getting old enough to drive, she lost her ability to drive so I became her taxi. I made all doctors appointments, all medical decisions and planned all outings to attempt to keep her from getting depressed and being stuck in the house. I love my mom deeply and I've never regretted it. She was a single mom to all 4 of us and always did whatever was necessary to take care of us. She quite literally would've crossed oceans for anyone of us.
When I turned 24 she got very sick, very fast. One of my brothers lived with us, the other brother lived about 20 mins away, and my sister lived an hour away. They all left me to make the decision to take her to the hospital, left me to bring her back home and figure out meds and a new routine. She got sick again and they left me to figure out the hospital again, go see her everyday (she was in there for months) and pick out a nursing home. Then they left me to pull her out when the home was mistreating her and I had to figure out therapists and how to take care of her on my own at home and still work to keep a roof over our head. Had to go to the hospital again, decide on a surgery, take phone calls from doctors, be there to speak to doctors. Then they left me to decide to pull the plug by myself, pick out a funeral home by myself and pack up our house by myself when she passed.
My now husband proposed to me in October of 2017, she got sick beginning in January 2018 and ultimately passed away in July of 2018. What was supposed to be one of the best periods of my life was filled with loneliness, grief and just anger. Angry because my mom was my best friend and I knew she was dying. Angry because all she ever did was be good to us and my siblings are fucking assholes who don't give a shit. Angry because if I hadn't had my fiance by my side then I would've had no one. Angry because my mom passed away 3 months before my wedding.
I hate my siblings for leaving me to try and manage everything on my own. Not sure if I can ever forgive them. I am so thankful I had the opportunity to care for my mom but im so sad that she noticed that my siblings didn't care about her or anyone else.

You died back in March, but I couldn't get back home to say goodbye to you properly. We still live 9 hours away and no longer have a car. We tried to figure things out, but we just couldn't afford to even send just me back home for the funeral. I'm sorry, Dad. I know which cemetery you're in and I hope I can get home in a year or two. I'd told Mom that I couldn't make it and she understood. I knew you weren't doing well, the last time we spoke. It won't be the same, but as I said, I'll try to come home soon and see you. 88 years was a good long run. Wherever you are now, take care, Dad.

I was pulled over after running a left turn red light to get to Taco Bell. 2 cops were behind me that I didn’t see. He didn’t tow my car and was very kind. I looked it up online and it’s saying that for having no insurance in KY ranges from 1k max fine to 3 months jail time or both. I’ve not had a ticket since I was 16. This is all super new to me as an adult. I’m 25. What do i need to do? Should I get a lawyer? I was planning on just telling the judge the truth. I work from home, i was paying almost 300 for insurance, I never drove, I moved states, I haven’t had a ticket since I was 16, never had an accident. I just couldn’t afford to keep my insurance if i’m behind honest and I didn’t see a huge need for it. I will get insurance before I go to my court date. I don’t know if I should renew my registration as i’m moving to TN in 2 weeks.

I have always admired crows from afar due to their high intelligence. We have some large trees in our yard and crows are always around. Every morning they’re in the front lawn eating some earthworms and keeping to themselves. It was quite a shock when my family came home from a hike today and there were two dead crows under a tree in our backyard. They looked like they just dropped and had been perfectly healthy moments before. I can’t think of a cause? We don’t use pesticides, no cats, no large windows…upon doing some local research there appears to be a bird flu spreading in the area. Anyone know if that’s a likely culprit?
Well I have two small children and a small dog so I had to get those full grown birds disposed of. As soon as I walked out with my trash bag, gloves, and shovel four to five crows circled around me in the trees cawing non stop. It was already traumatic enough to have to dispose of them but the added drama put me on edge. After getting them in the bag they followed me all the way to the garbage bin cawing the whole time. I’ve been in the house for an hour now and they’re still going at it.
After some research on the google machine, it appears maybe they were holding a funeral? Either way I hope they didn’t mistake me for cause of their friends unlucky fate, as I’ve heard of their facial recognition lasting quite awhile.

My Grandma just passed away on the 17th of this month. She and my grandfather were married for 54 years. My Grammy was the most caring, loving person who saw everyone as an equal. She truly loved unconditionally, and this world is a better place for her being in it. When i was a kid, i lived with her. My grandparents raised me from 6-15 years old and i feel like i lost my mom. She used to take us places, make me breakfast every morning, bring me to the school bus, she taught me the love of baking, she was there at every school function. She was a nurse, did hospice, took care of people with disabilities and brought them into our home. She loved without judging, and always made sure everyone else was okay. She even gave snacks and gaterade to the people who did landscaping in their neighborhood.
My poor Grandpy is so sad, and all my dad wanted to do while we were organizing the funeral was dote on his fiance. He argued with my grandfather about changing his will, as if he had any right to do so. He made my grandfather drive him around so he could buy things for his finace, added things to the catering menu that he wasnt paying for. Meanwhile my grandmothers friend was being insensitive. She asked when my dad and grandfather went golfing if they were going with the couples- completely inappropriate. She tried to change the picture on the prayer card, who the f are you anyway.
But truly the worst part is that noone in my direct family except my aunt and my grandfather seemed sad about it at all. I was crying to hard at the funeral my dad thought i was cold. I didnt see him shed but a few tears. I was standing with my grandfather in the pew, and all of a sudden i felt warm. That was my grammy, always comforting.
I had a dream she called me, she told me she was sorry she left so soon but she was so proud of me and i was going to be okay. Im so heartbroken, i feel like not only i lost my Grammy who was like a mother, but my dad as well. He is insensitive, and too busy being codependent on his fiance to take Grandpys feelings into consideration.

I'm not sure this is the best place to ask about this, but I'm hoping to get some sound advice here.
Last week, I was a pallbearer at my grandmother's funeral. I reconnected with my dad's side of the family and it was overall a very positive experience. Now, I'll try to provide only the context necessary to tell this story, as I don't see any worth getting in the weeds with family business...
My cousin is a dead-beat dad. He left when his daughter was an infant, and my aunt has been her caregiver ever since. She's a teenager now, and I'm very worried about her. She has no connection to the outside world - no modern devices... They are very poor, but that's partially due to all the money that's been spent on weed and cigarettes.
Basically, this poor girl has practically nothing.
After the funeral ended, her father asked if I could fix her laptop. It was a budget laptop from a few years ago, and it looked like it had shit on it... I agreed to take a look at it. I arrived at home around 4pm, and when I saw the unit didn't power on, I just decided to send her something else. I had a spare Microsoft Surface in the house that was like new. I factory reset the device, packed in some accessories, and shipped it off within the hour. It felt really good!
I sent my aunt a text message to let her know to expect a package, and then I made a big mistake. I told her there was something extra in the box. The package arrived the next day.
I expected to hear something... a thank you or something, but 4-5pm, because I knew she would be home from school. Nothing... I waited a few hours, wondering if I should reach out or not. I wasn't seeking validation, I was just genuinely worried that this laptop might be transformed into a bag of weed or a carton of cigarettes.
She replied "Sorry, we were both taking a nap and Bethany is in the shower". Then, less than a minute later, I get another text from her, seemingly pretending to be the intended recipient of the laptop... Remember, this teenage girl doesn't have a phone...
Now, this teenage girl we're talking about has secret social media accounts, and I knew of one of them. I know she checks those accounts when she's at friend's houses. I immediately sent her a message on one of those accounts, where I asked if she got her package. It wasn't until today that I got a response. "Nope."
That's all she said, and I tried responding but I was too late - she was already without access again...
I think, based on all this, my Aunt stole this device. Do I have enough? What can I do?