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Hello everyone, my name is Light and I am a light worker, a tarot/oracle reader, and medium. I have years of experience, and recently, I wanted to start an official page for readings so I can help people. I prefer to use tarot cards and oracle cards mostly in my divination, and have had great success in giving people new insight into their situations. You can read my reviews here from real people that I have helped.
Here are the services that I offer:

1. 2 Hour Readings
2. 1 Hour Readings
3. 3 Card Spreads
4. 1 Card Pull

Need a service here but don't see it listed? Shoot me a message and I can see if I can help you out. If I'm not the person, I am more than happy to point you in the direction of another reader.
To book a reading with me, send me a message via Reddit DMs. I am happy to also do readings via other platforms.
The fees/prices for these readings are set, but I am more than happy to negotiate with you. I want to ensure that you get your moneys worth, and it is more important to me that I am able to give help and comfort to those who need it. If you don't resonate with my readings, I'm more than happy to be accommodating in terms of that as well.
Thank you for reading, and checking out my page!

Hello everyone, my name is Light and I am a light worker, a tarot/oracle reader, and medium. I have years of experience, and recently, I wanted to start an official page for readings so I can help people. I prefer to use tarot cards and oracle cards mostly in my divination, and have had great success in giving people new insight into their situations. You can read my reviews here from real people that I have helped.
Here are the services that I offer:

1. 2 Hour Readings
2. 1 Hour Readings
3. 3 Card Spreads
4. 1 Card Pull

Need a service here but don't see it listed? Shoot me a message and I can see if I can help you out. If I'm not the person, I am more than happy to point you in the direction of another reader.
To book a reading with me, send me a message via Reddit DMs. I am happy to also do readings via other platforms.
The fees/prices for these readings are set, but I am more than happy to negotiate with you. I want to ensure that you get your moneys worth, and it is more important to me that I am able to give help and comfort to those who need it. If you don't resonate with my readings, I'm more than happy to be accommodating in terms of that as well.
Thank you for reading, and checking out my page!

Hello everyone, my name is Light and I am a light worker, a tarot/oracle reader, and medium. I have years of experience, and recently, I wanted to start an official page for readings so I can help people. I prefer to use tarot cards and oracle cards mostly in my divination, and have had great success in giving people new insight into their situations. You can read my reviews here from real people that I have helped.
Here are the services that I offer:

1. 2 Hour Readings
2. 1 Hour Readings
3. 3 Card Spreads
4. 1 Card Pull

Need a service here but don't see it listed? Shoot me a message and I can see if I can help you out. If I'm not the person, I am more than happy to point you in the direction of another reader.
To book a reading with me, send me a message via Reddit DMs. I am happy to also do readings via other platforms.
The fees/prices for these readings are set, but I am more than happy to negotiate with you. I want to ensure that you get your moneys worth, and it is more important to me that I am able to give help and comfort to those who need it. If you don't resonate with my readings, I'm more than happy to be accommodating in terms of that as well.
Thank you for reading, and checking out my page!

Hello everyone, my name is Light and I am a light worker, a tarot/oracle reader, and medium. I have years of experience, and recently, I wanted to start an official page for readings so I can help people. I prefer to use tarot cards and oracle cards mostly in my divination, and have had great success in giving people new insight into their situations. You can read my reviews here from real people that I have helped.
Here are the services that I offer:

1. 2 Hour Readings
2. 1 Hour Readings
3. 3 Card Spreads
4. 1 Card Pull

Need a service here but don't see it listed? Shoot me a message and I can see if I can help you out. If I'm not the person, I am more than happy to point you in the direction of another reader.
To book a reading with me, send me a message via Reddit DMs. I am happy to also do readings via other platforms.
The fees/prices for these readings are set, but I am more than happy to negotiate with you. I want to ensure that you get your moneys worth, and it is more important to me that I am able to give help and comfort to those who need it. If you don't resonate with my readings, I'm more than happy to be accommodating in terms of that as well.
Thank you for reading, and checking out my page!

Hello everyone, my name is Light and I am a light worker, a tarot/oracle reader, and medium. I have years of experience, and recently, I wanted to start an official page for readings so I can help people. I prefer to use tarot cards and oracle cards mostly in my divination, and have had great success in giving people new insight into their situations. You can read my reviews here from real people that I have helped.
Here are the services that I offer:

1. 2 Hour Readings
2. 1 Hour Readings
3. 3 Card Spreads
4. 1 Card Pull

Need a service here but don't see it listed? Shoot me a message and I can see if I can help you out. If I'm not the person, I am more than happy to point you in the direction of another reader.
To book a reading with me, send me a message via Reddit DMs. I am happy to also do readings via other platforms.
The fees/prices for these readings are set, but I am more than happy to negotiate with you. I want to ensure that you get your moneys worth, and it is more important to me that I am able to give help and comfort to those who need it. If you don't resonate with my readings, I'm more than happy to be accommodating in terms of that as well.
Thank you for reading, and checking out my page!

Hello everyone, my name is Light and I am a light worker, a tarot/oracle reader, and medium. I have years of experience, and recently, I wanted to start an official page for readings so I can help people. I prefer to use tarot cards and oracle cards mostly in my divination, and have had great success in giving people new insight into their situations. You can read my reviews here from real people that I have helped.
Here are the services that I offer:

1. 2 Hour Readings
2. 1 Hour Readings
3. 3 Card Spreads
4. 1 Card Pull

Need a service here but don't see it listed? Shoot me a message and I can see if I can help you out. If I'm not the person, I am more than happy to point you in the direction of another reader.
To book a reading with me, send me a message via Reddit DMs. I am happy to also do readings via other platforms.
The fees/prices for these readings are set, but I am more than happy to negotiate with you. I want to ensure that you get your moneys worth, and it is more important to me that I am able to give help and comfort to those who need it. If you don't resonate with my readings, I'm more than happy to be accommodating in terms of that as well.
Thank you for reading, and checking out my page!

Short term memory being shitty is a common adhd thing, I know. But everyone keeps talking about how they have a great long term memory instead. Both of mine are horrible though. It's a joke with my friend group that I straight up won't remember the things we did together 3weeks or a couple months ago. I didn't remember my friend opening up about her trauma, didn't remember the people they talked about and that bothered me so much. I don't remember a few great times or sad times I've spent with people. I don't remember people's names or birth dates, Character names or song lyrics even after listening to them 200 times. It's scary when I think about it
I just got done listening to the caretakers 6 hour long album about dementia and now I'm just more scared about my memory issues than usual. (I'm only 18m)
Ive been depressed a long part of my life but I was put on anti depressants recently and even though I didn't feel like I was suffering from depression anymore and I was giddy and happy for a month+, the shitty memory just remained there.
Is it an ADHD thing to have a bad long term memory too and not just short? Do anti depressants not solve memory problems caused by depression? Do I simply have bad memory and that's my trait as a person or do I have an early onset dementia since I was 15? I'm freaking out help

My boyfriend has been cheating off and on since we've had our second child. I’ve been given him chance, after chance because he'll tell me changed and he love me and our family. We have four kids together (7,6,3,2) we don't have anymore kids, but I got pregnant again. Around Christmas my daughter told me that her dad had a girl in the house. He tell her not to tell me because mommy would be sad .She told me she was scared . and she didn't know what to do and she begged me not to tell... I asked her what did the lady look like and she told me she had blonde hair and was skinny and they went upstairs. Later that day, when my husband went to work after hiding cameras around the house. I have to work Christmas Eve because I work at a hospital. I got a notification from my phone so I went in the bathroom to watch the live feed. My husband was having sex with someone on our couch I was so devastated. I felt my heart drop into my stomach. I wanted to cry, but I didn't want people to ask me what was wrong. I felt so embarrassed, I feel so ashamed. When I came home from work, I confronted him I showed him the video he was he looked at me and said " you caught me what do you want me to sav?" I have no words to sav I didn't wanna make a scene because the next day was Christmas but I cut up all his clothes and burn all his shoes. Four months has passed and he wasn't trying to have sex with me. Our anniversary had came up and he still didn't wanna have sex with me. He told me that he was celibate because he was trying to find God. I was foolish enough to believe him. And so I got a phone call from the health department, telling me that a person that I had been intimate with is HIV positive. I had to make an appointment to get tested. I was crying because the only person I've been with for so many years with my husband I've never cheated. So I call my husband and called him he told me was delusional if would ever think that he will ever hide something like that from me. Days has past. I went to the doctor to get tested I was there for about almost an hour. They asked me to write down a list of people that I have sex with, and it was only one name. They came back with so many needles and I started crying. I couldn't breathe, and I start hyperventilating. They had to take me outside so I can get some air. After my test came back negative they told me he had known for months..I was so lost. I didn't know what to do and I didn't know how to confront him. When I confronted him, he asked me what do you want me to say... with the line in the pass cannot be changed. He's trying to change his life and I should be happy. He told me he got it from the girl from Christmas Eve he told me that he didn't think it was a big of a deal to tell me because we wasn't having sex. A month has passed in I have been being mean to him he’s been sleeping in the guest room and I recently I been talking to him because I feel bad he sleeps in my bed again I feel like we can get pass this but every time I look at him I’m just reminded of him cheating and getting something I’m lost if what I should do and can’t talk to family because I don’t want them looking at him differently.

From chef/owner John Perkins:
Juniper is becoming something new. The old needs to pass away, and in its place, something new can emerge. I recognize this is a sad moment for many folks who have come to Juniper over the years. You came for special occasions, anniversary celebrations and birthdays, graduation, date night, or a great cocktail and a delicious bowl of shrimp and grits. But the world has changed, and we must change with it. What might have worked a few years ago just doesn’t work today. And that’s ok.
I admit that I have fought against this change. I gave in to thinking sentimentally about this place, named after one of my daughters, which started nearly a decade ago with a few scraps and a lot of determination. I viewed it, at times, not as a business but as an extension of myself. Juniper was my baby. But that sentimentality clouded my judgment. I had to be honest about what was sustainable in the new post-covid restaurant world.
Our last service as Juniper will be on July 2nd. It’s a brunch service. We will re-open as Sunday Best by Juniper sometime in late July. I am hoping by the 26th. Sunday Best grew out of my childhood experiences eating at roadside fried chicken places in the bootheel, Sunday Suppers with plates piled high, and bowls of mashed potatoes and sweet tea in mason jars. It is something old but new, familiar yet fresh. We will have oysters, fresh and grilled. A few small plates, sides, soft serve ice cream. Back to basics on our bar: the return of the Presbyterian, a punch of the week, more beers and bubbles. And, of course, our fried chicken, better than ever. Two-piece, four-piece, whole bird, our sandwich (available grilled too!), and tenders.
Here are a few other changes: no reservations except for large parties, counter service lunch, and Happy Hour is back! Brunch is staying. Days of operation will still be Wednesday through Sunday, but now 11-9. And Sunday Suppers on Sunday evening with industry discounts. More to come next week!
It will be familiar but not the same. I am excited and eager, I hope you will be too.

I’m sorry this is as long as the fucking bible, but I need somewhere to rant into. I just wanna be a cis guy, everything feels too hard like this. I have this constant mindset of needing to prove I’m trans enough and I’m making my entire life hell and I can’t stop, every minute of every day is spent stressed if I’m just faking it or if I’m misinterpreting everything. I can’t be happy about anything anymore because it always leads to the thought of “you don’t know what you actually want” I’ve had 2 full panic attacks today and I’ve only been up for 3 hours now. Sometimes I’ll get random moments of clarity and I’ll feel good for several hours, feeling like I’m a boy with no confusion, and it feels amazing, it’s the only times I’m happy these days but the slightest things can shake me out of this mindset and back into constant anxiety and judgment. My therapist has said that I seem to be severely lacking in reassurance and validation from others, and he’s right. My dysphoria was so bad that I had to switch to an online school because being in public and knowing I’m perceived female made it impossible to function in any way, so all I have are my parents (I’m a minor so I still live at home with them) and they aren’t supportive. My dad usually just doesn’t acknowledge me being a guy and has made pretty much no effort in trying to change anything (but when he does say anything it’s usually bad, he told me I’ll always be his daughter the other day and that I need to be more grateful for my birth name), but my mom makes me feel so much worse. For the first 2 months or so after I first came out she would come into my room randomly and scream at me for hours about how I never used to be like this and how I’m making a mistake and don’t understand how I feel. It’s been about a year and a half since I told them and I mom still does that sometimes. I don’t have any close friends either, I have some friends but most of my truely close friendships have faded out over the years, the friends I do have are well intentioned but they aren’t very good at helping me, I asked one for advice and they said I should join a sport but said I should probably join a girls team, I know they didn’t mean it in a bad way but I could have cried then and there. (TW: self harm and suicide) I’ve never felt suicidal until about 3 months ago when this anxiety started, I’d always been able to hope for things getting better in the future but everything feels so heavy now. I don’t even know what a better future would look like because all I can think about is the idea that I’ll grow out of everything or that I’m wrong about my feelings. I think I was carrying a lot before this period of time but something just burst it feels like, all of the things I had been scared of are just flooding into me at once. I think it first started when I watched a detransition video. It’s taken me so long to understand why I’m so scared of anything related to detransition but I think it’s the thought of not being male rather than anything else, I’d rather kill myself than try and live as a woman and at this rate I’m scared that I’m going to try doing that. I think I’ve always been an obsessive and a logical person which is a really shitty combination right now, I just can’t justify me being trans and it scares me. It should be easy “I feel happy and truely at home as a man” but like…wouldn’t that also just be the same thing someone who detransitioned felt? I can’t logically separate myself and it makes me feel like everything is collapsing. My therapist also had a conversation with me on how self harm can be a method to feel like we have control over something, and I think that’s the best way to put it for me, I’ve never needed to do it before but now it’s the only thing that seems to calm me down. I feel so helpless like this, I’m sitting wearing 2 binders with a blanket over my head sobbing on my swingset in my backyard as I type this, I feel pathetic. I don’t even think it was this bad when I first realized I was trans, it was hard and the first interaction I had with trans stuff back then was that Abigail Shrier book, it was bad but it was never THIS intense. My therapist (there’s a lot of my therapist moments, I’m sorry) has told me that I need to stop looking at transphobic right wing media, it just scares me tho, I feel like I need to, it’s kinda addictive almost. It feels good to know what people are saying about you even if it leads to panic attacks, and I feel like I need to prove them wrong, that I’m not in a progressive echo chamber like they say, and that I know how to “take criticism” but now I feel to fatigued and hate myself too much to argue. It’s this sort of paranoia I guess tho, I took everything to heart and now I am where I am. Did I do this to myself? I think at this point I’m just trapped in the hole I dug myself. I don’t wanna be trans, I just wanna be a guy, or maybe nothing at all. Everything hurts in all directions and I have so much more to say, so much about my childhood, my feelings, the people I know. But I’m kinda just ready to…stop existing yknow? I won’t actually do anything, I hate pain and commitment way too much to kill myself. I just wanna think about it.

Hello people of Reddit, I need some help.
This is my first time here personally, but I have been listening to reddit stories for almost 2 years whether on Youtube, Insta, or any other platform. I made this account specifically because of this and I despratly need others' opinions as it has been eating at me for the past day.
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*TW for talk of blood, illnesses, and implied pedophilia*
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Some backstory first:
I am a high school student (so think in the age range of 15-18). I volunteer at a hospital every weekend: helping patients and nurses and showing visitors to their friends and loved ones. It can sometimes be a very sad job as I have met parents who children were dying, mentally ill patients who were being schedualed to be tranfered into mental hospitals, and watching bloody patients come out of ambulances.
One highlight of my job, however, is an older coworker who was being paid at the hospital, let's call him "G". G was a graduating college student (think in his mid 20s) who had been working at the hospital for a few years now. We worked together at the front of the hospital to greet and direct visitors. He was great, we had a lot of fun conversations, joked around, and he helped me become more confident when speaking with others. We became really good friends and I looked forward to seeing him every weekend for a few hours before I went to another part of the hospital to help out there.
Now to the actual story:
About 6 months into me volunteering around the hospital, G had told me he was quitting to find another higher paying job closer to his home. Of course, I was happy for him and supported him, wanting my now close friend to seceed. We exchanged numbers on his last day of the job and I never saw him again after that. I currently still work at hospital, but now with new people who I'm usually in charge of teaching because G is gone.
At first, we would talk once a week, mainly on my break at the hospital, as I had a small phase of hating the changes and wanting things to go back to normal. Of course, I soon got over that and stopping starting conversation a lot less as I had grown more busy with my daily life and wanted him to focus on his new job. He started texting me once or twice through the week, almost always texting first with a "hey" or "whats up". At first, I didn't think much of it until he started texting me even more. Of course I didn't mind, he was a good friend of mine and it seemed like he really cared about our friendship. The only problem is that he had and still currently has a girlfriend of three+ years (I'll call her "F"). I had known about G and F's relationship since G and I had started working together in the hospital. He talked about her pretty often.
I began to feel was possibly over stepping unknown boundries by talking with G too much. So, I started pushing back a bit to try and subtly force those boundries and respect their relationship, telling him things like "you've been talking to me a lot lol" and "Go check on your girlfriend, I'm sure she misses you rn". Keep in mind, this is all over text messages.
For a bit of context, I wasn't sure if F knew I was talking to G. over the phone, he never really mentioned her until I brought her up and asked about her.
Flash forward a few weeks until yesterday. Earlier in the day (around noon), G had texted me mention he was going out to celebrate his Dad's birthday. I tell him to have fun and go on with my day. later, I was going to a family event, both parents and my siblings in the car and we're driving to this event an hour away from our home.
I get a text from G around 6:30pm:
G: Yeah I'm drunk
Me [not completely sure if he's being serious or not]: Pfttt what
G: I'm drunk we went to a drinking festival [for his dad's birthday, he meant]
Me [laughing about it lightly to my family as I'm texting]: Lol you better not be driving home
G: I'm not
Me: okay good lol stay safe :>
G: I will don't worry
Me: Okayyy is you gf with you???
G: Yeah well she was with me but she went home, she was with us all day
Me [confused]: Oop- how come? Why did she leave early?
G: She was tired and it was getting late and she was drinking
Me in my head: huh........
Me on text [wanting to end the conversation]: Ooo well it sounds like you guys are having fun :)
G: It was
I was talking about it with my parents (I basically tell them everything) and they felt kind of off about it all. Like I had stated above, I am a minor, this dude is not. It especially didn't sit well with my dad who had implied that MANY older men had crushes on minors. Of course, because G is my friend, I defended him, but that comment had stuck with me and I'm now over thinking things.
To continue the story, after the conversation I had put down my phone for the event. When I got home around 9:30pm, I realized he had texted me again. I'll spare the finer details, but we had asked about each others' events, what we were both doing the next day, then our birthday came up (we have the same birthday). He asked how old I was turning. I got a weird vibe from that, but I told him and said "why do you ask?". His response was "Just asking", which I'm getting weird vibes from as I'm going through the texts again...
After that we spoke about things we want to do for our birthday, and then he asked if I wanted to hang out at some point.
For some more context, my parents are extreme planners, we practically already had the rest of the year planned out on your giant family callender. This mean I'm of course WAY to busy to make a 30 minute drive to his area so we can hang out for a few hours.
I told him this and our conversation was pretty normal after that.
It was around around 10pm when I really just wanted to end the conversation and told him: "Text your gf, make sure she's doing okay, I gtg to bed :P"
He didnt respond after that.
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Knowing all of this information, what do you think is going on here? Is G just overly confortable with me??? Or was my dad right about something?? I don't freaking know and I need help. I not going to try and deny it, I'm not muture enough for these kinds of things. I just need help to figure out if I should cut him off or if I'm over reacting. All opinions are valid and will be looked over by me.
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Thank you <3

Hey if you live in IN, what native plants are you looking for close to Marion co/ Johnson Co area? I’m trying to start a nursery for native plants that you won’t have to drive hours to the nurseries.
I specialize in Elderberry however if there are any native trees or shrubs I’d be happy to branch out. TIA

Hola! I am staying in Samara for the month of June and my sister is coming to visit. While I am happy to stay in my favorite little beach town forever, I want to show her some other beautiful parts of 🇨🇷 without driving more than a couple hours. What are your favorite things to do in the Nicoya Peninsula? TY and Pura Vida 🌊💙

I live with my partner of 6 years and our 4 year old daughter. I should say that we live in his house that used to belong to his grandparents. The house is a fixer upper and he is generally very stubborn about any changes to it. We don’t fight a lot, and while I wouldn’t say we have the best relationship, I would say it’s an ok one. I think he is a good partner and an amazing dad. He does most of the stuff around our daughter, because I find motherhood extremely challenging. My background isn’t a happy one, both of my parents are narcissistic and abusive. Later on I engaged into abusive relationships and have a tendency to violent outbursts. I was going to therapy for years and that is something I was working on even before I met my partner. After I gave birth I started having depression again and my mood was overall bad. I’m on meds, I can’t afford therapy but I do work a lot on myself and regulating my emotions. I have a good relationship with my daughter but a lot of it is because my partner jumps in and spends more time with her. I do realize this is not usual and sometimes I do feel guilty about it. But it is what it is and it works for us. The problem is whenever I do something that I consider nice, for example cook or do some work in the garden I get criticized. It’s gotten to a point where I’ve totally lost my confidence in my cooking abilities (and this is something I used to be very proud of) and now I only cook for myself. While my partner cooks for himself and our kid. Today we got into a huge fight. He took our kid out for the day and I stayed and decided to clean around the house and do some gardening. Specifically I wanted to move some plants to a different location. This is something that I have mentioned a few times and whichever spot i suggested he had a problem with. Both our back and front yard look like a dump site. Whatever I try to do to make it more pleasant is shortly returned to it’s s previous condition. For example I wanted to make a nice seating area and I bought everything needed, I even refurbished an old bench. He was complaining all the time about it. I ended up not installing everything I bought because he listed a million problems for whichever item. And the things I did put there shortly after got covered with other stuff. I just don’t use the outside space anymore. Back to the fight - I’ve planted some plants in a spot he said isn’t the best because there is junk in the soil and he didn’t think they’ll grow but since he didn’t provide any other place for me to plant them and since he didn’t explicitly said no, I planted them there. Once he saw this he started arguing how he said I couldn’t plant them there because it’s a spot where snakes would come and how I made everything harder for him when he mows the lawn. I said that I couldn’t find a better spot and if he could suggest one. He didn’t. Then I said I’m going to replant them to a different location in a few days because it started raining. Then I started making small talk about how much junk there was in the soil. His tone got pretty dismissive and he said things like I already told you this why are you saying it to me. Honestly I just wanted for him to see how much stuff I did that day and to be happy about it, and it hurt my feelings the way he was dismissive about it. And when I get my feelings hurt I get angry so I said something along the lines why are you being so rude to me. Anyway it turned into a fight. I went to watch a movie with our daughter and he came to discuss what was going on. But his solution was that he wasn’t rude at all and how I fucked up by planting those plants. I didn’t want to back up bc I genuinely was hurt so he left. A few hours after I tried to talk about it but again he said how I was making everything up and how I shouldn’t have planted there. I tried explaining but he wasn’t listening. Then I got really angry and started shouting that I already said I was going to remove the plants. He made a big deal of my shouting. Again I tried to explain everything but the thing is due to my background i do have anger issues and there is a certain point of no return. I don’t cross it often, less than once a year and I’m deeply ashamed of it. As he again was trying to make me the bad guy even tho my only motivation was to make our living space nicer, I threw water at him. This understandably pissed him and he said that he thinks it’s over between us. Honestly I don’t understand what I did that was so wrong? Except for the anger part but that was after hours of trying to solve the problem. I’m just tired of feeling like anything I do isn’t good.

Trigger warnings: depression, emotional, mental and physical abuse, child abuse, abortions, suicide idealations and attempts.
Backstory: I was diagnosed with epilepsy when I was 13 years old, although some doctors believe I'd been having seizures since I was as young as 6 or 7. I was also diagnosed with manic depression/bipolar disorder when I was 16.
At 21 I gave birth to my first daughter, M. A little under two years later I had my second daughter, A. The first pregnancy wasn't easy and I had a lot of seizures during the course of the pregnancy. Many trips to the hospital to make sure baby was safe. But after I gave birth I jumped straight into motherhood. I lived roughly 4 hours away from my parents and struggled with feeling homesick frequently. I called my dad daily for parenting advice, to vent, to update him, and also to help subside that homesick feeling. Regardless though, I was a very attentive and active mom. I spent all of my time with M. She was my best friend. I LOVED being a mom and I was THRIVING. After M turned 1, I moved back "home" and moved back in with my parents. My second pregnancy was much the same. Uncomfortable pregnancy, many seizures. However with this pregnancy I had some complications that caused A to be born 10 weeks early. This caused A to spend the first several months of her life in the nicu and even had to have gastral intestinal surgery before she was even 4 months old. Due to my epilepsy I do not drive, but I did everything I could in my power to see my A as frequently and for as long as I could. Visiting hours were somewhat restricting though.
At some point in time I started displaying symptoms of postpartum depression that was heavily exasperated by my manic depression. I was at an all time low. The physical pain of a depression that immense had crippled me. I felt like I had concrete in my veins. Just getting up and going to the bathroom was an exhausting task. I spent most of my days sleeping as an escape from the pain and exhaustion. Thankfully I lived with my parents, my younger daughters father (J), and some of my sisters. I would say I had plenty of help and support, but a more accurate statement would be "the children were looked after". I on the other hand was mocked, teased and belittled at every opportunity. At the time I thought nothing of it. I thought "that's just how my family is" I was raised with the motto "the more I tease you, the more I love you". Before my dad knew I was pregnant (I kept it a secret for 18 weeks because J was pressuring me to get an unwanted abortion.) my dad pointed to my stomach one morning and said "you know, some situps would help with that" I was devastated, already feeling fat and disgusting, and went to my room to cry.
Without me even realizing it, the negative comments and belittling nature of my family took a toll on me and I was getting deeper and deeper into my depression without a light at the end of the tunnel. I HATED myself for not being able to get up and play with my children. I couldn't understand how I could be so active and attentive with M at that age but I just didn't have it in me for A. I felt like I'd failed her in so many ways. I tried my best to find solutions to the problem. Often times I'd try to find games to play with them that involved me lying or at least sitting on the couch. Puzzles, coloring, movies, cars. Anything low impact, but kids want to run and play and be active.. I felt like the worst mom of all times and I wasn't being told differently by those around me. In fact my greatest fears were being confirmed daily. One day I finally broke and had a full mental breakdown in front of my mom. I had confessed to my mom that I was having suicidal idealations. I knew deep down I didn't want to end my life, but I wanted the pain to stop. I couldn't breathe under the weight of my depression and I desperately needed help. I sat on the floor, sobbing uncontrollably, confessing all of my deepest darkest thoughts and feelings at that time. My mom, in my opinion, brushed me off and said "well look into counseling or something" and then walked away, while I stayed sitting against our front door, crying my heart out. I felt devastated. All I wanted was a hug and some comfort but it was clear I was barking up the wrong tree. I got myself together, went upstairs, and went to sleep in order to escape the heartbreak and numb myself again. This entire timeline is a blur to me, so I'm not sure how much time passed between my melt down and this next conversation, but I feel like it was less than a week when my mom sat me down to have a conversation about the girls.
She suggested to me that my parents take temporary custody of the girls until I was able to "get on my feet". She kept pushing this narrative that it was what was best for the girls and their safety. She used my epilepsy as an excuse. Telling me that it was unsafe for the girls to be under my care when my epilepsy was so unpredictable. She also used my mental health, feeding into all of my fears and my own perceived shortcomings. A decent way into the conversation, my dad joined us. His whole demeanor radiated "this is a waste of my time. Just do what we say so I can go do other things" but maybe that was me reading too deeply into his behavior. Once he sat down it felt like my mom leaned even deeper into this narrative that they were clearly the better option for the girls wellbeing, but it would only be for a short time and that they were mainly concerned with the girls quality of life. I really struggled with what to do. I already felt like I was failing my children because I was so mentally and emotionally drained and detached. I didn't want to abandon them or lose them, but I also didn't want to harm them in the ways I had been harmed growing up. I figured my mom knew best because she had been in my shoes for all of my childhood. The vast majority of memories I have of my mom are of her sleeping on the couch, or raging out over the most minuscule things. I didn't want my children raised like that... So reluctantly, I agreed, truly believing I was doing a selfless thing and putting my children first. (This would later be used against me at every opportunity) I signed a piece of computer paper that my mom had scribbled an agreement on, stating that I was signing over temporary custody of my kids to my parents, with the understanding that I would get full custody back at an undisclosed time.
One day while I was down the road at a friend's house, my mom called me frantic, demanding I get home immediately. I rushed up to the house to find out that A's dad, J, had her wrapped in three blankets, in her car seat (it's the only place she would sleep). She was drenched in sweat (apparently new borns aren't supposed to sweat, especially not that much) and she was crying hysterically due to discomfort. J was irate, screaming at her and aggressively shaking the car seat. My mom said she heard him scream "shut the fck up or I'm going to *unalive you". She was under the impression that him and I were arguing again, and had come to break up the fight. (This always seemed odd to me seeing as how she never once intervened in our arguments before) When she realized I wasn't home and he was talking to A, she grabbed A and went downstairs. As she walked down the hall, j punched a hole in the wall near her head. He claimed he was "only trying to scare her" because she was "stealing his child from him" I was outraged and mortified. I tried multiple times to leave him and kick him out, but I had no support from my family. At one point I even resorted to packing up all of his belongings and throwing them out on the lawn. I'm not proud of that but I felt I had no other choice, and rushed to lock the doors when he went to get his things. My sister promptly unlocked the door and let him back in, claiming I was "acting psychotic" I felt trapped... But I had grown up around this behavior. My dad was an angry drunk and I had grown up believing that those behaviors were "passion" rather than aggression. So I accepted my fait and went on as if nothing had happened, certain that this would be the rest of my life.
One day when J was driving me to work we got into an argument and he repeatedly told me "your dad was right. You should do the world a favor and just unalive yourself. Everyone would be a lot happier" he kept repeating it over and over until I finally had it. He pulled up to a stop sign and I got out of the car and started walking down the road. He immediately started freaking out, begging me to get back in the car, using everything he could think of to manipulate me into getting back into the car. I finally caved and got back in. J dropped me off at work and as I got out of the car I told him "we're over. I'm breaking up with you". I closed the door before he could say a word and walked into work feeling like I was on cloud 9. It felt like all of my troubles had been wiped away. When I got inside, I told a friend what happened and explained that I didn't want to go home that night because I knew a guilt trip was waiting for me when I got there. I knew there would be an argument that would last hours and I would finally break due to exhaustion and would inevitably take him back. My coworker seemed to understand and let me stay at his house as long as I needed.
I called my mom and told her what had happened. I begged and pleaded with her to kick J out, but she refused. She was concerned that he'd try to take A if she kicked him out. I told her I was certain he wouldn't. He only ever cared about himself and his own self preservation. A baby would only make things harder for him and it was a responsibility and a role he didn't even want in the first place. I told her J had spent 18 weeks pressuring me to abort A and was evening willing to drive me out of state to get the procedure done, until I finally put my foot down and told him no, I was keeping my baby. I stayed away for 2 full weeks, the entire time begging and pleading with my family. Pointing out his abusive tendencies and his history with verbal and physical abuse and outbursts. My mom held her ground and refused to help me in any capacity. Every time M asked where I was, my mom would say "your mom's at work" rather than have her call me and talk to me. This created a lot of psychological trauma for M. She had severe seperstion anxiety, having panic attacks any time someone had to leave the house, convinced that if they left they'd never return. Still to this day she has abandonment issues as well as severe panic attacks.
After two weeks, I started coming over for visits but I never moved back in. During this time, J informed me that he was talking to another girl. He made it abundantly clear that she was 16. He was roughly 25 or 26 at the time. I later found out that they weren't talking. In fact, she had a boyfriend who was age appropriate, but J had been going and telling their entire friend group that they had been messing around together. I was then informed by my younger sibling L, that J had made advances on her that she quickly shut down. I think she was roughly 18 at the time. When this didn't pan out and J didn't get the reactions he expected from myself or L, he moved on. Years later I was told the same time xact story by both J and my oldest sister Al. "We had been hanging out, drinking, smoking. Ya know, the usual. And then well... Because I was so inebriated, they took advantage of me and we slept together" Knowing the both of them well enough, I knew it was consensual and they were just embarrassed and scared of my reaction. I laughed and told them they deserved one another.
As you can imagine, J's questionable life choices caught up with him and he was rejected from every friend group he had, to the point where he left the state and broke all contact with myself, and my family. It was a weight off my shoulders when he was finally gone. At that point I had gotten my own apartment but it was the first time I lived alone, paying my own bills, and I was not good at it. I was missing bill payments left and right. My power was shut off in the middle of winter and before long I was evicted. I was homeless and asked my parents if I could move home. They said no, that it would be too confusing for the girls if I moved back in with them. I ended up staying with friends on the couch in a one bedroom. It was extremely uncomfortable, but I had a roof over my head. When their lease was up, they invited me to get a new place with them. I agreed and I started learning about finances and how to be a functioning part of society.
My parents said I was welcome to visit the girls any time I wanted, but when I'd ask, it was a whole ordeal and guilt trip because they had to come pick me up and refused to bring my kids to my place. They said the car ride was too much for the girls to handle. Mind you, Ms dad B, still lives 4 hours away. My parents regularly drive both of my daughters up to see B and his parents whenever Bs parents request it. However, a 30 minute drive was asking far too much of such young and fragile children. When I argued that point they would use other excuses why they would not be bringing my children to see me. Once again I felt powerless and like a bad mom, being paraded by my parents for not being more active in my kids lives, but when I tried to make the effort it was scorned and met with negativity.
I self isolated for awhile, but still tried to be apart of my children's lives.
Over the years I've brought up the custody agreement, pointing out that it was supposed to only be temporary. I think my parents got frustrated with this because once the girls started school, my mom pressured me to sign over full custody, claiming it would make filling out paperwork a lot easier on my parents. But it was still only temporary, supposedly. Again, I continued to press for custody back and I would be met with argument after argument, bombarded with all of my shortcomings. On multiple occasions my mom told me "if you take custody of the girls back it will destroy mine and your father's marriage. Some days the girls are the only thing keeping us together" I was also told "if you take custody back it will literally kill your father. He won't survive." A year or so ago I told my mom we needed to go to therapy because I could not speak to her without a mediator. She finally agreed and we had two sessions. The first of which she cried her eyes out, telling the therapist that she's always done her absolute best for us kids and that we never appreciate anything she's done for us. She said "I took on the responsibility of raising two young children while she was out there f*cking anyone and everyone she wanted" mind you, during the time frame she was talking about, I had one intimate partner. When I confronted her about it outside of the session she said "I said that to highlight the poor life choices you were making at the time"
Fast-forward to now, A and I have a good relationship, but she's closest to my dad over everyone. M and I still have an incredibly tight bond though. She tells me everything. I'm her best friend.
The things she's been telling me the last couple of years are bringing up a lot of PTSD and trauma for me from my childhood. It's been opening my eyes to the level of mental abuse I suffered at the hands of my parents.
At this point you're probably thinking what I thought for most of my life. "This girl's mom sounds like a monster" It wasn't until recently that my father's facade was irreversibly shattered in my eyes. M had come to me and asked "what would you say if I asked to be called unisex name". I told her "I wouldn't say anything. I'd just call you by the name you chose. I love you no matter what I call you. I will always love you no matter what. There's nothing in this world that will change that, especially not a name." In time M came to me and said "how would you react if I told you I like girls" I said "the same way I reacted when you wanted to change your name. I will always accept, support and love you, no matter what"
She had gone to my mom with the same questions and my mom had roughly the same response. My dad on the other hand had a much more viseral response. When the name was brought up, he hit the roof, yelling "I'm not having another kid try and change their name. That's stupid. You have a name." (L changed their name when they were in school and my father always hated it and still refuses to call L by their chosen name) When the topic of sexual preference was broached he'd just roll his eyes, huff and act like M was being stupid and childish. As I touched up on previously, M has severe panic attacks. I can relate because I also suffer from them and they were extremely bad around the same age that M is now. From things M had told me in passing I'm under the impression that she was being bullied at school. Every morning was a struggle. She would beg my parents to let her stay home. If it was up to my mom, she'd get frustrated and give in, saying "whatever. Do whatever you want. You do anyway. None of you ever listen to me or respect anything I say" and M would go lie in bed and call me crying that she "upset nana" If it were my dad however, he'd yell at her to get her @$$ in the car and that he wasn't dealing with her $ht. She would have full fledged panic attacks in the car to which he would yell and scream at her to knock off the teenage bllsh*t and to suck it up. One day he even threatened to institutionalize her if this behavior continued. She called me, mid breakdown, telling me everything that had happened and asked me "what even does that mean? Is he gonna lock me up in a psych ward because I'm having panic attacks?" I assured her that no one was doing any such thing. I then called my parents and tore into them for treating her like that. My skin was crawling, I was so appalled at his behavior.
He tries his best to mask his negativity and what I consider to be narcissistic tendencies. He went from being an angry alcoholic to being a sober helpful part of the church he attends. I told my mom recently that I believe he swapped one addiction for another. He portrays this happy healthy life and family all over social media, showing my kids off to the people at his church, claiming they're his kids. So much so to the point that I had attended a few services and people thought I was their sister, not their mom, because my dad refuses to refer to them as his grandchildren. He's even taken it so far as to claim that he BIRTHED them. I don't know what level of psychosis it takes for a man to claim that he carried two children in his womb, but that's besides the point.
Also to Ms detriment, he will tease her about her weight, her eating habits, her sleeping habits. He will also make snide comments about LGBTQ+ related and adjacent topics.
L, had also suffered this same emotional and mental abuse for years from our dad and subsequently my mom who is too scared of my dad to stand up for her own beliefs. L finally made the difficult decision to go no contact for their mental health. This was extra difficult for them because that meant they had less access to their nieces and nephew, but they had to do what was best for their mental state and they took a step back. At one point my dad had brought L up, calling them by their dead name and misgendering them. When M corrected my dad he scoffed and said "people who change their names and gender are just people who weren't loved enough as a child" M responded with "k.." and went to her room to call me, explaining how incredibly offensive that statement was, especially seeing as how that's his own child. She said "who's fault is it if L wasn't loved enough as a child?" (She's extremely aware for her age)
I got a phone call from A one afternoon. She was crying and told me "I'm just sad because I'm never going to see L again because she abandoned us." I asked who told her that and she said "papa said dead name abandoned us because she doesn't care about the family anymore" I explained that none of that was true and that L missed them very much, and wanted to see them very much.
I spoke to L regularly about the situation at hand, being as supportive as possible while trying to stay out of the family drama. After months of distancing themselves from our parents, they came to me for help and guidance. They wanted to have dinner with our parents to try and mend their relationships. However they were scared of the response they would receive, so I offered to be the buffer and reach out on their behalf.
My mom's response was perfect. She said "I would love to have dinner with them. Tell me when and where" My dad's response was less ideal. He said "we would love to have dinner with her. If she's ready to respect our family and our beliefs we would be happy to have dinner with her" I lost it on him. I told him that I was sick and tired of his behavior. He puts on a holier than thou facade but he doesn't actually act very christ like in reality. I pointed out that when the prodigal son returned he wasn't met with "are you ready to ahere to our rules and regulations now? Are you prepared to act the way that we want you to? If you are then you can come home, but if not, get out" he was welcomed home with open arms, regardless of anything he had done or said. He replied with "I had a gut feeling that I shouldn't have responded to that text. I should've listened to that gut instinct"
I've gone no contact with him since that argument, but as you can imagine, that was just the straw that broke the camel's back.
On mother's day, my dad was out of town but my girls went to church with my mom. There was a guest speaker who had an extremely antitrans message. The way my mom explained it was "if your kid comes out as trans, you're a failure as a mom" I was dumbfounded to hear that they'd have a message like that at all, but especially on mother's day, shaming parents, but specifically mom's, into rejecting their children's self identification, as if one person has control over another person's identity. M told me she didn't ever want to go back. I told her I understood and I'd do my best to make sure she didn't have to.
Today is my birthday and my girls are coming over. M texted me this morning saying "I'm getting ready for church. I was told that if I wanted to go to my mom's house, I had to go to church first" This used to be a place that she felt safe and happy in and now it's become a place of contention for her. She'll ask my mom if she can stay home (never my dad) and although my mom usually caves and lets her stay home, it's always with some stipulation.
My dad is a controlling, manipulative, homophobic, close minded fraud of a Christian who is emotionally and mentally harming and abusing my children, and my mom isn't much safer for either of them, always siding with my dad out of fear and exhaustion.
I desperately want to remove them from this situation and regain full custody but I don't know where to start. I work two jobs in order to make ends meet. I'm behind on my rent. I have to take buses and Ubers everywhere I go. I have a very small two bedroom apartment (the girls each have their own rooms at my parents house). They have friends and a sense of community where they are, with a nice sized backyard, a trampoline, two of my three siblings are close by so they get to see their cousins daily. I don't want to rip them away from the only home they've known for years. I don't want to uproot them and disrupt the little amount of structure they do have. I don't even know how I would manage two jobs as well as a 10 and a 12 year old, but I also don't want to leave them in this toxic suffocating and damaging environment when all along I thought it was a better and safer environment for them than what I had to offer.
I feel like I'm still brainwashed to some extent by my parents, second guessing my abilities as a mom. Telling myself I'm not capable of the things I need to do for these girls. I'm at a loss for what to do at this point. Do I fight for custody back? Do I leave them as they are? Do I continue to try and advocate for them even though it either falls on deaf ears or makes matters so much worse, because that frustration is then taken out on my kids?

I (F23) went and visted my partner (M23) and his family for the weekend. We haven’t moved out just yet we are trying to find a place but know where we want to go. During my stay it was just the usual hostility from his mother however I just tolerated it and bit my tongue. My partner and I are planning to move to another state next year approximately a 1 hour flight / 14 hr drive from where his family currently live.
When his mom found out about this she said “you can’t take my son away” “you better not try and take my son away” and would say things like “your the one putting this idea into his head, he has a perfect life where he is with his friends and job” It made me super uncomfortable and unhappy because we are really looking forward to moving interstate and thought his family would be happy for us too. It’s made me feel unusual about going ahead with the move because I know there’s more being said behind the scenes.
She can be a super horrible person literally for no reason, it’s not what she says it’s how she says it. Example We asked her if we could borrow one (of her 4) cars and she said yes, when she found out I had driven the car she said to my partner “why would you let her drive it, she can’t drive. You should have driven it since your the better driver. It’s a $20k car.”, he took it as a joke and said “she’s a better driver than you!” And she got so insanely offended and said “no she actually isn’t . She’s not to drive it again” It was so awkward for me! I understand what she’s saying but Oh my god so awkward to say while I’m sitting right there.

October 2020 I started working at the GameStop in town. I started as a seasonal with a few other lackluster GA’s and around the time they were gonna cut the seasonal employees hours one of the SGA’s left and I was offered his position. They pay wasn’t great but I really enjoyed who I worked with, the guests we were helping and honestly the environment of the GameStop community. Since January of 2021 I was an SGA until May of this year. Our number were great, we still had an Assistant Manager sales were nuts for our store too the year of 2021. But something has changed and I’ve noticed more and more stores in our district developing this mentality that it’s the stores versus GameStop itself, as well as the guests too with all of the changes to Pro, metrics and security policies. Even the dress code changed about 5 times under 3 different DM’s we had in my short time with this company. The fact that the store was ran by 4 people and our DM wouldn’t let us hire anybody was pretty sucky. But in the end I decided to leave the company on good terms and give them a month notice in April to figure out how to schedule around what would normally be my closing shifts in May. I don’t like the direction the company is going in and I figured it would be best to just leave on good terms and remember my employment with GameStop for what it was and not what it’s becoming.
Also really don’t think much people like the new Main Menu, just bring back GSO. It was so much better than what you’re trying to do now with a “social media” platform that caters to GameStop employees. But that’s just my opinion.

I had all my uppers removed last Friday morning. And an immediate denture made and fitted that day. First 4 days were fine. A little bit of pain, slurred speech, and only eating liquids.
Day 5 quick office visit to see how I was doing, all was well. That night was my return to work, 12 hours wearing them straight. As some who had a speech impediment as a child I am very self conscious of how I sound, frankly not happy but assuming that will improve. Make it through the night, not great but ok.
Day 6,7,8 each day worse than the last. My gag reflex keeps activating the longer I wear them first few hours fine, then only an hour before it starts then 30 minutes before it starts. Or if I say any more than a few words in row I am gagging again. By then end of my 12 hour shift I can barely keep them in my mouth. I have tried chlorospetic, things to cause dry mouth, things to help dry mouth. Nothing works.
I didn’t gag the first few days now I can barely keep them in my mouth. They seem to fit just like they did in the beginning now loose or anything.
I feel like I made a huge mistake, I cant eat, talk, smoke. The only things I had left in my life I could enjoy are gone!
I have gone 24 hours without wearing them now, going to see if they can shorten the part covering my soft palate on Monday. Too maybe help with the gagging.
Any help, ideas to keep me from just giving up would be greatly appreciated!

I was reading through the comments of the latest balance patch and I noticed a lot of people seemed to be okay with the balance changes. That's totally fine, if my opinion is the minority I totally understand, but I just figured I'd share my two cents on it.
I've been playing ARPGs for at least 7 or 8 years at this point. The majority of my hours being from PoE. One thing that PoE players can tell you about how the game is balanced is that the game only really sees meaningful balance changes in between seasons, with only small tweaks and hot fixes Mid-Season just so they can fix stuff that's straight up broken.
Now obviously there's some downsides to this. If something in a PoE league feels unfun/bad/weak, you can't really expect it to get better that league. You have to wait until the next one and hope they make a balance change of some kind.
However at the same time, when you follow a build from day 1 of the league, you can also have the confidence of knowing that your build will likely be untouched for the entirety of that league. Meaning you can play it and have fun without stressing about whether or not GGG is going to randomly hotfix your build into mediocrity (or worse, literal unplayability).
One of the things that concerns me about this hotfix is that it puts me in a position now where I'm almost hesitant to want to pick S-Tier builds from websites.
For reference I was going into Whirlwind Barbarian. I saw it was an S-Tier build on Icy-Veins, I always like playing at least one spin to win build in every ARPG I play, so I figured why not.
... But the fact that it's just been nerfed kind of takes the wind out of my sails a little bit. I'm still going to go through with playing the character, because I think it would be really awful to respond to every balance change with setting up a new character, but my excitement has definitely been reduced.
I understand that many people seem to be happy with the balance changes, or at the very minimum, people seem to be saying "yeah, I saw this coming. It was a bit too strong". But honestly, this is just my opinion, D4 is primarily a PvE game. A PvE game that will be played in 3 month long seasons.
I'm not too sure that it would be the end of the world to allow some builds to simply be too strong for the duration of a season, and then get aggressively nerfed going into the next one. Obviously if a build is functioning off of a broken, unintended mechanic, I totally understand, but a lot of that patch just seemed like number changes than fixing things that were straight up broken.
I also acknowledge that we're not even in the seasons yet, so maybe this is just a launch thing and they won't make balance changes like this in the middle of upcoming seasons, but I wanted to bring it up here and see how people feel about it.
Would you guys rather have balance changes Mid-Season? Or would you rather have huge balance patches in between seasons?

For context, I haven’t lived with my mom since experiencing a mental health crisis in 2019. I live with other family members hours away from her and my immediate family. I was going to see them for vacation so I decided to try talking about our past, to try and resolve it, since we’ve never really had a heart to heart about it. She immediately got defensive and angry, and told me she had “moved on” and “why am i bringing up the past?” She says she thinks it’s great we can “see each other on good days like holidays and not the bad days”.
When I lived with my immediate family I was very depressed and didn’t achieve much (I still haven’t, but that’s besides the point). I was really shitty to people during that time and really withdrawn. My siblings are far ahead of me despite being younger, and are going to very good colleges and pursuing high level careers. My mom and dad got an apartment near them and visit them all the time. My mom seems really involved in their lives.
I was planning on moving back with them to finish college next year (my dad tries to keep a close connection with me and wants me home) but my mom doesn’t seem to want that. Maybe she doesn’t believe I’ll stay stable. I don’t know. I barely talk to my brother and sister. I think I should stay away. I don’t fit into the family anymore (not that i ever did due to my issues) and everyone seems so happy without me. I’m not saying that for pity, it’s probably best if I try and make my own life without them. It seems like I’m trying to hold on to relationships that are near dead. Thoughts?
TL:DR; moved out of my mom and dad’s house to live with other family because of mental health issues, potentially moving back next year to finish college, mom says “she’s moved on from the past” and seems disinterested in me coming back.

Let me apologize first since this is going to be a long story. Cut to a year back, I was dating this guy from our friend's group. I had to keep this thing a secret from the entire friend's group because he said so (I know, dumb move on my part). Gradually, I started realizing how he was always busy and blamed me for every bad thing happening in his life. He stopped taking my calls and I was so worried that I had to confide to my best friend and her boyfriend to contact him. Both of them supported me a lot during the entire time and helped me a lot after the breakup as well. Things started getting normal for me. They introduced me to one of their friends who apparently developed feelings for me. We became close friends and genuinely, I liked talking to him for hours. We started dating long-distance since he had to move to another place for work. The relationship did not last long because we could not communicate properly. I was devastated and even then my best friend tried her best to fix things between us and she supported me. He was too adamant to say that he does not want to see me or talk to me ever again. At this point, I started feeling like I am a burden to her because I am putting her through a lot. Plus, I have been neglecting my career a lot so I decided to stop hanging out with my best friend and our other friends every day and focus on my studies and work. I attended a few parties and dinner sessions and that somewhat made her feel betrayed. We had a lot of argument posts regarding my abandoning her. She did not like that I was distancing myself and it might make me more sad. I started hanging out with them again but she was not happy about the fact that I was talking to other people in the group as well. She wanted my full attention. That somewhat made me distant from her again. Every time I hung out with the group, people were making comments about my past and how I always get close to guys around me. I could notice a pattern here so I confronted my best friend. She was super rude to me and started telling me how I always give my attention to guys and ignore her (definitely not the case, I had been taking my downtime to deal with things at home). Recently, I was invited to a birthday party and she kept on asking me to come. It was my dad's death anniversary that week so I was not in the mood to enjoy but still due to her continuous persistence, I went to the party. Her friend was there as well and I was not aware of it. That night, I went back home and told her how it made me uncomfortable to see him suddenly at the party after 3 months. She told me that he is okay being around me now. I told her that at least she could have given me a heads-up that he is coming. She called me and started yelling at me, how I always react to things and that is why my ex broke up with me and she and her boyfriend told me over the call that I have some mental problem which is why I always seek attention from guys and I do not like being single. I am sure I have some problems myself but this seemed very toxic that she had been gossiping about my past with other people in the group. Do you think I should apologize and try to revive the friendship again?