u/dourceo

I know the idea of this is oftentimes frowned upon because it isn’t smart in the grand sense, but I have no other options. I work an entry level job, have no friends, and no familial support.

I currently live with my aunt who is my birth mom’s sister. My mom died when I was 4 and I’ve been a semi orphan ever since. I recently moved back in with her and she’s made it abundantly clear from day one that she wants me gone, so that I will be.

I’ve come to terms with the possibility of this becoming a dangerous situation, but I’m more desperate than ever before to leave home.

My mom is 58. I work from home as a call receptionist for a medical insurance company 5 days a week, and currently live with my mom because it’s convenient, although I plan to move out soon.

I overheard one of my mom’s friends during a phone call asking how I’m doing and what I’m doing with my life to which my mom replied, "She’s fine. But oh, you know, nothing in particular" and laughed shortly before changing the subject.

The fact that I pay for all my expenses and even for household utilities completely goes over my mom’s head. I don’t know where she thinks I’m getting my money from to pay for said things, but clearly my job means "nothing" to her.

It’s even more strange considering my mom works from home on Monday’s every week, so one would think she’d understand. But nothing I do is ever enough in the eyes of her and her friends.

Mother’s Day is tomorrow and it’s eating me alive that I feel no interest in showing affection to my mom on a day that is meant to be celebrated.

I have a rocky relationship with her, but I still live under her roof. Other than that, I support myself and I have plans to move out very soon. In the past, I’ve never harbored this much guilt for not celebrating Mother’s Day, but this year it’s hurting me more than ever. I think maybe I’m finally coming to the conclusion that her and I will never have the mother daughter relationship I’d always dreamt of.

I may sound bitter, but I believe I have every reason to be. My whole life Mother’s Day has been a reminder of how much other mom’s love their kids, and how little mine loves me. I don’t have it in me to pretend to care anymore. Part of me just wants to leave the house tomorrow and occupy myself until the day is over, but then I’ll see other mom’s and their kids spending time together.

I’m just at a loss for what to do. Every other year I’d shoot her a Happy Mother’s Day text, but even that feels weird. If I did nothing, she’d probably start acting strange towards me and bad mouth me to other relatives and friends. Damned if I do, damned if I don’t.

hey depop sellers, STOP IGNORING POTENTIAL BUYERS!

i NEVER make lowballs or offers for less than the original price. when i message a seller, it’s usually to inquire about shipping or the actual product itself. yet because depop is relatively competitive, by the time the seller responds to me, if ever, the product has already been purchased by someone else.

this drives me up a wall. why sell on depop at all if you’re too busy/careless/lazy to get back to customers within a reasonable timeframe?

especially when you’re clearly active—aka listing new articles of clothing for sale while actively ignoring messages. that is rude and unprofessional. it’s like being at a store and the employee ignoring your existence all the while you’re waving money directly in front of their face. it amazes me that so many of y’all still have 5 star reviews all things considered.

All my life I’ve felt like there’s something missing. I’ve tried looking for it in external validation, people, vices, religion, spirituality, just about everything imaginable only to end back up at square one.

My upbringing was riddled with neglect. From my mom dying before I even knew what death meant, to my dad being a deadbeat, to getting passed around by relatives as a parentless kid because nobody wanted to take me in, and recurrent sexual abuse.

Sometimes, before the age of 10 I would bleed from my nether regions. I never knew why until certain women in my family began telling me it was just my period. Maybe they weren’t aware that other relatives were sexually abusing me, as I never knew how to tell them. I didn’t have my first period until I was 13, and still to this day I find menstruation traumatizing.

All of those things have left insurmountable damage to me and my heart. I don’t know how or who to trust. I want love, but it scares me. I want connections, but I can’t keep them.

I’m 22 now, yet there are nights like this where I sit awake wondering why me. Life has been so unkind for reasons I may never understand, but everyday I wake up and run the rat race. Deep down my inner child still lives inside me, and she’s tired. I’m so tired.

All my life I’ve felt like there’s something missing. I’ve tried looking for it in external validation, people, vices, religion, spirituality, just about everything imaginable only to end back up at square one.

My upbringing was riddled with neglect. From my mom dying before I even knew what death meant, to my dad being a deadbeat, to getting passed around by relatives as a parentless kid because nobody wanted to take me in, and recurrent sexual abuse.

Sometimes, before the age of 10 I would bleed from my nether regions. I never knew why until certain women in my family began telling me it was just my period. Maybe they weren’t aware that other relatives were sexually abusing me, as I never knew how to tell them. I didn’t have my first period until I was 13, and still to this day I find menstruation traumatizing.

All of those things have left insurmountable damage to me and my heart. I don’t know how or who to trust. I want love, but it scares me. I want connections, but I can’t keep them.

I’m 22 now, yet there are nights like this where I sit awake wondering why me. Life has been so unkind for reasons I may never understand, but everyday I wake up and run the rat race. Deep down my inner child still lives inside me, and she’s tired. I’m so tired.

All my life I’ve felt like there’s something missing. I’ve tried looking for it in external validation, people, vices, religion, spirituality, just about everything imaginable only to end back up at square one.

My upbringing was riddled with neglect. From my mom dying before I even knew what death meant, to my dad being a deadbeat, to getting passed around by relatives as a parentless kid because nobody wanted to take me in, and recurrent sexual abuse.

Sometimes, before the age of 10 I would bleed from my nether regions. I never knew why until certain women in my family began telling me it was just my period. Maybe they weren’t aware that other relatives were sexually abusing me, as I never knew how to tell them. I didn’t have my first period until I was 13, and still to this day I find menstruation traumatizing.

All of those things have left insurmountable damage to me and my heart. I don’t know how or who to trust. I want love, but it scares me. I want connections, but I can’t keep them.

I’m 22 now, yet there are nights like this where I sit awake wondering why me. Life has been so unkind for reasons I may never understand, but everyday I wake up and run the rat race. Deep down my inner child still lives inside me, and she’s tired. I’m so tired.

My mom died when I was a toddler and my dad abandoned me after her death, so I was placed into the care of my aunt (my mother’s sister) for most of my formative years. I consider her my second mom per-say, yet despite having multiple kids of her own, she never took the time to really know us.

I’m living with her again since graduating school because she invited me to come back under the guise of fixing our relationship. It’s been a few years now and the only way to describe what it’s always felt like to live with her is as though I’m sharing a home with a stranger.

Right out of school, I became a self employed writer. It’s something I had my mind set on all my life and I was proud to have accomplished my dream. My aunt, however, refuses to acknowledge that and treats me as though I don’t have a job at all despite paying half of her rent. She knows nothing about me—my interests, my hobbies, not even my favorite color. When I try talking to her about anything, it’s like pulling teeth.

Not to mention that my dad has been trying to re-enter my life since I’ve reached adulthood, and it feels wrong. He calls me every once in a while and asks questions about me that are often surface level, but I still don’t feel comfortable answering them. I just wish things were different.

My mom died when I was a toddler and my dad abandoned me after her death, so I was placed into the care of my aunt (my mother’s sister) for most of my formative years. I consider her my second mom per-say, yet despite having multiple kids of her own, she never took the time to really know us.

I’m living with her again since graduating school because she invited me to come back under the guise of fixing our relationship. It’s been a few years now and the only way to describe what it’s always felt like to live with her is as though I’m sharing a home with a stranger.

Right out of school, I became a self employed writer. It’s something I had my mind set on all my life and I was proud to have accomplished my dream. My aunt, however, refuses to acknowledge that and treats me as though I don’t have a job at all despite paying half of her rent. She knows nothing about me—my interests, my hobbies, not even my favorite color. When I try talking to her about anything, it’s like pulling teeth.

Not to mention that my dad has been trying to re-enter my life since I’ve reached adulthood, and it feels wrong. He calls me every once in a while and asks questions about me that are often surface level, but I still don’t feel comfortable answering them. I just wish things were different.