We will help you get your mom off drugs!

This is in regards to my dad. I haven’t seen or spoken to him in 6-7 years. I left home when I was 20 because I was sick of his violence, alcoholism and general craziness. My brother told me he’s calmed down a lot and doesn’t drink that much but I don’t know if that’s true or not. We grew up with my dad drinking heavily so it seemed normal. My dad never directed his violence towards my brother. I was a bit of a ragbag teenager but not terrible, pretty normal I would say.the only conclusion I can come to is that my dad was angry at my mother for dying and leaving him with 2 teenagers.

I could easily go through my life without him in it. It’s dramafree that way. I feel a bit guilty about feeling that way and also feel sorry for him missing his only daughters life.

I don’t know… Some nonjudgemental advice would be great. Should I give him another chance? Can his behaviour change?

Thank you

My mum has a drink problem. She doesn’t see it as a problem, and therefore no help is available. I left home at 16 to get away from her. I’m at uni now, living with my partner. But she’ll drink, and call me/text me and shout about how my partner isn’t grateful for any help she’s given us (when she’s sober) and then about how I don’t love her. But sometimes she’ll say “Goodbye” and she threatens suicide. I’m over 100 miles away and can’t run home to check. Her mother commited suicide when I was 5, and I have taken her to hospital several times when I was living at home when she was suspected of trying to overdose. Will she ever go through with it? It scares me silly! But I don’t want to spend the rest of my life worrying about her – but if something does happen I’ll feel guilty! (Another complex she gave me!) As well as this, teher are other ways she seeks attention – by saying she might have cancer etc. I’m tired of it, and want to have my own life. What should I do?

I got pregnant at 16, and I thought I was gonna keep the baby. I ended up changing my mind during my pregnancy and set the baby up for adoption because I felt like I wasn’t ready mentally or financially to be raising a child so young. My mom was truly against my decision and has basically held a grudge on me and my boyfriend (the father of the baby) ever since.

She barely talks to me. And when she does, she’s drunk and she’s yelling at me. She always tells me that I’m a bad person for giving my baby away. She calls me names all the time. Her new boyfriend is a drug addict and I’m sure he’s got her hooked on drugs as well. I was the first person in the family to graduate from highschool, and instead of being happy for me and being there, my mom got drunk, called me and told me she hated me. She’s even told me that she wish she would have aborted me when she got pregnant.

The main reason why I gave my baby up for adoption is because my mother had me when she was young. She struggled to provide for me. I grew up in a bad neighborhood – full of drugs, prostitution, gangs etc. We barely ate because we couldn’t afford to, I wore the same clothes everyday.
I didn’t want that life for my son. I want him to grow up happy with a family who can provide for him properly.

Why can’t my mom get over this?
Yeah… my issue is pretty similar to Catelynn from Teen Mom. I wish I was making this up……..

They play loose & hard over the decisions & lawsuits & I don’t see how these cases get before a judge.Phyllis wants custody of Lucy to try to make up the time she lost with Daniel, ignoring the fact it is Daniel’s decision to grow into being a good father.Men who are pushed into child rearing can become child abusers in the real world.They can’t take the pressure of a crying child. Daniel also could just take Lucy & run off to NY & adopt the baby there where Phyllis wouldn’t be around to interfere.You can’t make a man into a father if he doesn’t want to be one. This bullying action could turn Daniel against her for good. Courts will not take the rights of a parent away from a dad & give a baby to a grandmother unless the dad is unfit.(Alcoholic, drug abuser, physical abuser, or if a child abuser.) Phyllis has been in jail, lost custody of Daniel years ago, and could be in danger of never seeing Lucy again if the baby goes out of state & is privately adopted there.Parents with histories of alcoholism, drug abuse (even while the child is in labor) and courts will give the babies back to these unfit parents for they always try to keep families together. Parents do not legally have to allow grandparents to see these kids. Parents have the power over their kids that way. My step sister was not even allowed to see her grand kids (age 6 & 8) when their mother was murdered by a boyfriend. She could only speak to them once a week behind the father’s back. He forbade visits even though he knew how much the murder had hurt those kids. If a parent wants to & really pushes it, he can move, & isolate the child from everyone.Courts can’t make people be friends, no matter how much it hurts the kids.

My husband has progressively turned into an addict. He wasn’t always this way but it runs in his family big time. His mother died very young from cirrhosis along with other relatives. He spent the summer in rehab and now he is worse than ever. He always uses the excuse that relapse is a part of recovery, but to me that should be every now and then not every week! I just don’t see him getting better until I leave and he hits his rock bottom.

SWM in boring job seeks whiny shrew for co-dependency, tepid sex, and shouting matches. I enjoy drinking, petty theft, pornography, and self-righteous indignation. I like to run with scissors. I love to give compliments that prominently display my gender stereo-types. I used to think I was indecisive, but now I’m not too sure. For fun, I enjoy browsing other people’s profiles and making shallow judgments about their employment, and social skills. Everything I need to know about life I got from watching Jerry Springer. In my free time I have written a thesaurus that included an emphasis on the most useful curses. I would kill to win the Nobel Peace prize. I have middling intelligence but try to appear smarter by affecting a world-weary air, memorizing useless statistics, and chuckling at my own mean-spirited, agenda-driven jokes.

YOU: You are a man-hating, bitter shrew with a misplaced sense of entitlement and utopic expectations. Over time you will blame me and grow hostile when I don’t fulfill every need you’ve ever had. Bonus points if you just finished dating every guy in town but now want to take your time with me. My perfect night would include getting hammered in a sh*ty bar while you flirt with seedy old drunks, followed by a loud screaming match and culminating in an ashtray blow to the head – yours or mine, it doesn’t really matter. I would be open to an unsatisfying fling but prefer a long-term, soul crushing descent into alcoholism and pills. Age unimportant, but I often condescend to women under 22 and rehash mother issues with women over 43. Serious replies only, please.

and then it’s like “damn! im swerving like a mother!”

Can you help me please?
I’ve been in treatment for three years.
I’m 16 years old, and I was diagnosed with anorexia at age 13.
But, I wouldn’t consider myself ‘anorexic’ anymore.
I think I have a mix of anorexia, bulimia, and ednos. If that’s possible.

I come home to an empty house and all I want to do is binge binge binge.
But then I’m scared of the weight gain, so I restrict until I’m back down.
But sometimes I don’t wait until I’m back down to my ‘safe’ weight, I don’t know why.
So I’m scared that I’m going to gain way more weight then I need to.

WHAT can I do to occupy myself after school for 3-4 hours?
I’ve tried everything, I’ve talked to my therapist about it, my mom, I wrote in my journal, and NOTHING seems to work.
I can’t go to any after school activities because i have MAJOR social anxiety, and I leave school earlier than everyone else as it is.

How did YOU control your cravings to binge? How do you occupy yourself? I’m desperate. I need help.

Today my mom posted something on my face book that said “Edmort get your *** of face book and give your grandma a sponge bath!” I had a horrible day :(

Fun Fact: 7 out of ten americans said they have tried alcohol before age 21.

My date, 16, is extremely bipolar, but takes Seroquil which seems to work.

In addition to being bipolar, my date also has ADD, Anxiety, Fear of Failure, and also just completed rehab for marijuana addiction.

My date also just completed 3 months in foster care becuase the bio mom was addicted to drugs.

What are some of the complications I can expect dealing with ALL these psychological issues. What are some common things I should be expecting or looking out for?
He’s also Paranoid, and theres a Schizophrenia component to his bipolar disorder.
Umm….yes he IS my boifriend and yes he IS my date. We got back together so theres NO reason to “move on.”

You can practice being an “online psychologist” somewhere else, and better yet ask for a refund because obviously your advice is worthless.
SHAME on YOU

Drugs, alcohol, mom’s pork chops? (My mom made some pretty nasty pork chops in her day)…

I’ve never really sat down with a glass of wine and tried to write anything, but I’m interested to see what the effects are. Have any of you ever gotten drunk or high and then sat down to write? What was the end result?

below is a series of complaints sent in by various tenants to their landlords

I wish to complain that my father hurt his ankle very badly when he put his foot in the hole in his back passage

the lavatory is blocked; this is caused by the boys next door throwing their balls on the roof

this is to let you know that there is a smell coming fro the man next door

the toilet seat is cracked: where do i stand?

I am writing on behalf of my sink, which is running away from the wall

I request your permission to remove my drawers in the kitchen

our lavatory seat is broken in half and is now in three pieces

can you please tell me when our repairs are going to be done, as my wife is about to become an expectant mother

I want some repairs done to my stove as it has backfired and burnt my knob off

I am still having trouble with smoke in my built in drawers

the toilet is blocked and we cannot bather the children until it is cleared

the person next door has a large erection in his back garden, which is unsightly and dangerous

will you please send someone to mend our cracked sidewalk? Yesterday my wife tripped on it and is now pregnant

our kitchen floor is very damp, we have two children and would like a third, so will you please send someone to do something about it

will you please send a man to repair my downspout. I am an old age pensioner and need it straight away

could you please send someone to fix our bath tap? My wife got hr toe stuck in it and it is very uncomfortable for us

I want to complain about the farmer across the road. Every morning at 5.30 his cock wakes me up, and it is getting too much

When the workmen were here hey put their tools in my wife’s new drawers and made a mess. Please send men with clean tools to finish the job and keep my wife happy
**** means c-o-c-k

I had a margarita with dinner. Got up to use the bathroom and when I came back I noticed my 2 year old downed the rest of my drink! I have already talk to my mom who’s a nurse, she says just keep and eye on her but I feel AWFUL. Has this ever happened to you?
It was more than half way gone.. I only added a shot. This was over an hour ago, she seems fine and hasn’t acted different…. I just feel really, really bad.

I am in the middle of a divorce. My wife, who has been diagnosed with BPD, has threatened to harm our 23 mo. old. She was given temporary custody last year. I am fighting for full custody since wife has drug and alcohol issues. She was in rehab when she was awarded custody. I am trying to find out about other BPD patients and their behavioral problems in order to fight this in court. Wife is currently leaving our child with wife’s mother who severely abused her as a child to the extent that she was placed in several foster homes. Any advice would be greatly appreciated. Thank you so much.

I currently been on lexipro, celexa, depacoat, setraline everybipolar medicine out there, and only smoking pot on top of it barely helps. it has always been like this before smoking. im at the point where idk what to do.. no one can understand me and come up with the right solution, and i tryd even if they come up with a solution and all it is to me is just a quick brush off question to others like they dont care. my mother at one point listen to me but now she just has her thumbs deep in her mouth while checking her facebook, saying she is listening but really she is only half listening because everything i ask in a question her answers are half ass which shows shes not showing any compassion..medicines are not working I obviously feel 100x better with it vs with out it, but when its not working its miracle like it should do, what else do I do? it sucks with it, because it killed my levito by 90% which sucks in a relation and when I crash with out my medicine its like a guy thats been on crack for years and just got off it.. idk what to do! I try to stay busy work out constantly its just nothing is working what do I do for smooth sailing in life, please no negative advice like Bipolar is for people that cry for attention, because its not.. im tired of pretending to smile and pretending to be strong please help i want to be happy but cant find happiness =(

Yep. -.-”

“But, honey, it’s a delicious orange flavor!”

I had to last night, she came so it went bye bye

I think I may be gaining on her in the alcoholic department

How did you carry out your life once you became an adult?

I’m 24, living with my parents still, and have not moved an inch forward in my life since about 19 (when I barely graduated high school). I’m a generally decent guy and am regularly employed (where much of my family works) making decent money (~$35k), so I’m not a total loser, but I feel like one inside. I can’t drive an automobile either… :-/

My mother would regularly make fun of my appearance, call me a homosexual (a far more derogatory term actually), blame me for my parent’s alcoholism and get into heated screaming matches to let me know how much she hated me. It was generally chaos, caused in large part to the instability brought on after my mother’s extended hospital stay (which was caused in by an OTC medication reacting with her wine) which eventually caused my dad to give up his business. There was chaos before (due to a drug operation my dad ran that drove my mom nuts, and alcoholism/drug use), but after this event is when we moved around a LOT, and I seemed to become the lightning rod for daily verbal lashings. Throughout my school years, there’s always been a single theme to my life “very smart, yet underachieves.” A history teacher of mine called me the smartest “F” student taught, as I scraped by school. Late in high school is when I tail-spun, and was transferred to a “continuation school.” This in 11th grade, so late in HS I became very afraid that I might not graduate and passed all the courses in continuation with straight “As” and graduated with my original high school class. Truthfully, even the dimmest bulb could have done that, but it was only the specter of shame that drove me…

Even this, the fact that I made it back to graduate, and my brother dropped out in the 10th grade, I am branded a failure, and am afforded zero respect. My brother had ALWAYS been the favored one of my mother growing up, always doting on him, yet screaming at me. I can’t help but wonder if this is what gave him the confidence he has, the fact that he is the “chosen” one, and I the “f-gg-t one.”

Being dirt poor and having idiotic parents, I felt ashamed in the presence of others and feared they’d find out who I/we really were. I hide a lot of things, and find friendships difficult, and relationships impossible. Simply the idea of being “found out” brings fear into me, “found out” for a number of inadequacies and sins…

These days, I feel like a zombie marionette. I go/do what I think others will approve of, and am living in a daze. I can’t help but dwell on the fact that I NEVER exercised my potential, and that my potential is now gone, wasted on inaction. I never extended myself intellectually, even though I had the “potential.” I don’t even blame my parents too much, but constantly dwell on the fact that I’m a failure, and that I should have changed things while I could have.

I simply have no confidence, I have no special skills, and I fear it is too late to rectify my lazy and stupid habits I’ve developed over the years.

When I was a toddler, I was deemed to be “mentally slow” and my parents were advised by a doctor that I should be taken to an institution. When I was a child in standardized testing, I blew teachers away. Yet I’ve nothing to show for it, and feel as if I’m losing my mind inside and that I might have been better off being sent away…

These days, my parents do not scream at each other or me, do drugs/alcohol, or even raise their voices very much. All there is is a snide remark from my brother here and there, or comment of disappointment from my parents. Everything is “fine,” and we’re actually doing pretty good in terms of comfort (from where we were before), so I’ve little to complain about. Can’t help but feel depressed, wings clipped and grounded…

Well I’m turning 13 years old in august and last year around this time i met a guy named Max he is probably 14 by now. Well I started to talk to him and i fell in love with him! He is the first guy i ever loved and, At the end of last summer i was at my moms friend’s house and Max and his partner in crime Vincent was there. The next day Max’s mom who is a drug addict comes to tell him they are going to stay at a friends house. As much as I heard he said No he was going to stay at my moms friends house like he was offered to just the night before until his mom gets her life straight. Well I wanted to see what was going to happen but my mom came in saying we had to go. I havent seen him since then and that was like the end of July or begginging of august LAST YEAR! I havent seen him since then. But I have heard from his friend Vincent and still do get 2 talk to him but he told me Max was living in a motel with his drug addicted mom in Barstow now that may not be right but i have cried my eyes out plenty of times for him and really miss him he was the first guy i ever really loved and now i dont think ill ever see him again i need help to get over him ive tried everything i could think of so now down 2 this. i miss him SOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO MUCH I LOVE HIM!!! :’(

I know of someone that has been addicted to methadone through pregnancy of her youngest, and her oldest is fine, her youngest seems alittle delayed. It scares me because I hear them scream across the street and they are on top of a flight of stairs where they stay. I am not asking If I should report her or not, but I know she doesn’t take care for her house very well. Her mother takes good care of the girls, shes always with her daughter helping her with her children so thank God they have her at least, but what I am asking is have you ever encountered a bad mother, what did you do/ think? I get angry because I am a young mother, that does not have ANY help from any family or friends, but I take care of my children. I make sure they are always healthy happy and clean. Shes actually alittle older then me, but what gives on all the bad mothers out there? Why have we lost all our morals?