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My mother drinks. A lot. I mean, a LOT. She drinks beer every single day. She comes home from works, drinks, then eventually goes to sleep. On her days off, she drinks. All she does is sit on her desk chair playing some tedious card game on the computer and drink. She’s gotten SO immune to the alcohol that she can put down like ten beers without being sh*tfaced.

But even after she’s had a few, she gets abusive. Verbally. This has gone on for YEARS. She’ll drink, then start tearing into me about how I’m fat and lazy and a disgrace, etc. etc. I find it ironic that she’s calling me a disgrace even though I’m the first in the family to go to college ((she didn’t even get her highschool diploma!)) But it’s always something she’s saying, and it’s very hurtful.

My problem is, I can’t talk to her. I can’t talk to her when she’s sober, let alone drunk. If I try to make a point, she either tells me she doesn’t want to deal with me anymore and says to shut up, or just laughs at me. I CAN’T get through to her. In her eyes, she’s perfect. She does absolutely nothing wrong and if I try to defend myself I’m defying that.

We’ve been to a counselor and even she couldn’t get through to her. I’m really at a loss. Her verbal abuse is ruining my life, I;’m already on depression and anxiety medication and I’m not the most stable person out there, she knows this and uses it against me.

For years I have fought back the urge to stop trying to reason with her and just beat her, but now I am seriously condisering it. I’ve called the cops on her before, but my dad got scared and bailed her out. He can’t talk to her either. I’ve tried everything and I’m out of ideas. Please help me before I make a mistake, please!
I’m seventeen. And when we tried to get her help, she wouldn’t listen to the counselor. She yelled and argued with the counselor. And unfortunately, I used to love her at one point, but I don’t now.

My mother inlaw is a nice person overall, but she has a lot of manipulative, contrary and controlling ways that drive me crazy. She is used to being in charge and controlling my father inlaw and husband. My husband is an only child and she is “addicted” to him. They get into minor disputes every now and then, but I try to my best to stay out of them and keep my comments to myself. However, I got pissed off about some of the things she did and mentioned them to my husband – because I feel he needs to learn how to stand up to his mother. He can be respectful about it but he needs to let her know that he is married and has his own life, and she needs to understand that he can not be at her beck and call anymore. If he’s on the other line or busy and tells her he’ll call her back she hangs up in his face or makes a rude remark. To me, it’s almost like she tries to make him feel guilty or feel bad so he can cave in and do what she wants.
On average, he talks to her three times per day – on his way to work, on his way home, and before we go to bed. Sometimes more if she calls. She counts on him calling too and if he doesn’t, she’ll call and act like she’s panicking and that she thought something had happened to him since she hadn’t heard from him. She’s the type of person who will ask whatever if she wants to know something. I have asked my husband not to share our personal business with her, and when he doesn’t she gets upset. She is having a minor procedure done on Friday and she asked him to take her to the appointment. They live one hour away from us. The doctor’s office is 30 minutes from the both of us. She wants him to drive to her house, take her to the doctor, take her back home, then drive back home.
My husband asked them to spend the night tomorrow so they could already be here, and he’d only have 30 minutes to drive her there and then back to our house. Once she feels better she can drive home. That actually made sense to me but last I heard she refused. When I asked my husband why, he said she started saying if he didn’t want to take her that’s all he had to say – and she doesn’t see how them coming to spend the night would make it easier on him. Of course, he caved in not wanting “mamma” to think he’s going against her wishes and said he’d get up at 4 a.m. to drive to her hour and take her to the appointment. I could care less about him taking his mother to the doctor. That’s his mother and I would do the same for mine. But when he doesn’t do what she wants how she wants she will throw her hands up and say forget the whole thing all together. Everytime I try to tell him he needs to stand up he laughs it off or changes the subject.
We have been married for almost four years.

well i am a survivor of an abortion and you know something even though life treats me like crap, and people dissapoint me, i am still thankfull for surviving the attempted abortion… now there have been time in my life where i wished the abortion was a success so i would not have to endure the cruelty that i recieved… for the record i was born March 25 1981 at 2am.

for example :

1. My biologival parents had me accidently
2. My biological parents tried to have an abortion
3. from the time i was born until i was three, i was severely abused and neglected
4. my bioligival mom is a drug addict
5. my biological dad is a drunk…(currently serving time in prision for my abuse)
6. from the age of 31/2 – 5yrs i was in and out of foster homes…never have been truly grounded anywhere.

now the next part is why i am gladi survived

1. when i was 51/2 i was offically adopted
2. i finally had a family
3.knew what is was like to be truly loved.

i am against 100% of all abortions.
i am not against those who favor abortion… but i am just curious as to why… why kill when you can give it up for adoption….

i currently have 11 sibilings all foster. how can one deny a child the right to live?

mother was drunk had a one night stand out pops me, dad dosent know i exist, mum dosent remember what he looks like, dosent even know his name, this kills me everyday. my mother did have a screwed up life though? im 15 now. anyone got anything to say about this??
what also kills me is that i could walk past him on the street and we’d not even know..:(
no caitlyn. how am i supposed to find my dad with no information about him, no idea of what he looks like, no idea of what his name is, he didnt know he got my mother pregnant it was a one night stand? my mother nearly aborted me. sometimes i wish she had, sometimes im glad she didnt.

Situation is I’ve been a house wife married to a control-freak husband for 14 years, and I’ve finally gone ballistic. I’ve had six kids with him (five boys and one girl, the youngest) shoved up my behind the entire time. I’ve had NO SOCIAL LIFE for 14 years, I’ve been a prisoner in my own home, my husband treated me like dirt, and so did my five boys (ages from 5 to 14). Our youngest daughter was only given attention by me.

I’ve been verbally, mentally, and physically abused by 6 males in my own home, but God forbid I ever defended myself. He has let the boys do whatever they want yet expects me to pick up after them. He says it’s MY DUTY. Our three oldest boys now have no interests in anything other than video games, two of them have been held back in school already, and the oldest has a truancy officer. I had no control over how I raised my boys—I was merely the slave taking orders after slobs.

My husband often drank and toked after work, but validated himself cuz he works all the time, but since I stayed at home I had no right to do any of it with him. He spent HIS money on it so it’s HIS. That’s another thing—he could go buy needless crap for the himself and the boys, but I wasn’t not even allotted enough money to keep the family van running (which was supposedly MINE whereas he drove a sports car) and expected my daughter to wear nasty garage-sale clothing and have hardly any toys.

I’ve snagged part-time jobs to get out and break the monotony, but my husband went crazy each time and has done stupid things to get me fired from each, and one time he quit his job in spite. I think he won’t let me work because he thinks I’m out screwing other guys. He’s always had severe jealousy issues which I never understood.

I then made it a point to go out and have some time to myself for maybe ONE HOUR once or twice a week after he gets home, but he’d load up the kids, track me down, and make a huge public scene with the kids and a hundred other people witnessing it.

I then eventually resorted to shoplifting so my daughter and I could have SOME things. And I became a drunk. I’d steal money from him for booze and keep the booze hidden. I’ve had a misdemeanor theft charge. He found out and made me go to treatment (his insurance paid for it). I agreed to go only to GET AWAY!

I absolutely LOVED treatment! I made many friends, learned not to ANSWER to ANYBODY constantly, I lightened up, I stopped being scared, I liked myself and my life again. Only problem is I’ve met a guy who we’ve feel madly in love with while there, but we “only looked, never touched,” while there. (Didn’t want to get kicked out.)

Both the guy I fell in love with and I now live in separate halfway houses and we visit very often. We understand each other. He’s completely the opposite my husband is. We enjoy each other’s company. We make each other happy. But my husband doesn’t know it yet.

Every time my husband and kids visit at my halfway house each weekend, my nasty feelings instantly come back and I just wanna cold-cock the son-of-a-bitch cuz he makes me so angry. The things he insinuates, the way he acts—he’s such a douche-bag! Like he’s still so perfect and I’m still trash. I can’t even stand my three oldest sons anymore. He’s filled their minds with lies and they’re just like him now. Our visits always end with me yelling at them to leave or them leaving mad. Most heart-breaking of it all is our daughter gets so distraught when they leave. She misses her mommy. None of them have visited in five weeks now and he won’t return my calls.

Since I’m staying in the halfway house longer than my husband prefers, he’s served me with divorce papers and restraining order from the house today and seeking custody of all kids. I know I need to respond back with a countersuit, but I have no money to speak of. My side of my family hasn’t had much to do with me since I’ve married him cuz he ripped off some of them in the past. The only things I know I do have against him are 5 domestic violence charges over a 10- or 11-year period, and the drinking and the pot. He’s never hurt the boys, but I know he’s not taking care of them how he should. I wish I could just go back home and MAKE HIM LEAVE, but he’s the money-maker with a well-known lawyer, I’m just a piece of crap with nothing to her name. Worse yet is he and our kids live in his grandmother’s house, which seems to even further complicate things, and I don’t even think I want to even step foot back in that house to tell you the truth…

He knows I don’t want to return home, but he doesn’t know about my boyfriend, so maybe he thinks if he scares me with divorce papers I’ll come crawling back and he’ll drop everything. I’m done playing his head games.

Sorry to say this, but he can keep all the boys, as he’s programmed them to disrespect their mother and women in general, and he’s turning them into losers, but the youngest daughter is not even 3 yet and she’s SO confused and
and I’m sure she’s even more ignored without me there — I’ve been told by my 2nd youngest sun that she latches on to any woman she sees in public and cries out “Mommy?” and then cries like mad.

What I REALLY wanna do is take our daughter away and she, my boyfriend, and I live somewhere and I just let my husband keep everything else and all the boys. I still love my boys but I can tell they don’t seem to love me back.

What should I do? What CAN I do? Our daughter NEEDS me, and I want to stay with my boyfriend, but I’m afraid if I take my daughter I’ll get slapped with kidnapping charges. And NO I’m not going to a “shelter”.
So how about spending about a year or so to become self-sufficient and THEN try to get all my kids back then?

Situation is I’ve been a house wife married to a control-freak husband for 14 years, and I’ve finally gone ballistic. I’ve had six kids with him (five boys and one girl, the youngest) shoved up my behind the entire time. I’ve had NO SOCIAL LIFE for 14 years, I’ve been a prisoner in my own home, my husband treated me like dirt, and so did my five boys (ages from 5 to 14). Our youngest daughter was only given attention by me.

I’ve been verbally, mentally, and physically abused by 6 males in my own home, but God forbid I ever defended myself. He has let the boys do whatever they want yet expects me to pick up after them. He says it’s MY DUTY. Our three oldest boys now have no interests in anything other than video games, two of them have been held back in school already, and the oldest has a truancy officer. I had no control over how I raised my boys—I was merely the slave taking orders after slobs.

My husband often drank and toked after work, but validated himself cuz he works all the time, but since I stayed at home I had no right to do any of it with him. He spent HIS money on it so it’s HIS. That’s another thing—he could go buy needless crap for the himself and the boys, but I wasn’t not even allotted enough money to keep the family van running (which was supposedly MINE whereas he drove a sports car) and expected my daughter to wear nasty garage-sale clothing and have hardly any toys.

I’ve snagged part-time jobs to get out and break the monotony, but my husband went crazy each time and has done stupid things to get me fired from each, and one time he quit his job in spite. I think he won’t let me work because he thinks I’m out screwing other guys. He’s always had severe jealousy issues which I never understood.

I then made it a point to go out and have some time to myself for maybe ONE HOUR once or twice a week after he gets home, but he’d load up the kids, track me down, and make a huge public scene with the kids and a hundred other people witnessing it.

I then eventually resorted to shoplifting so my daughter and I could have SOME things. And I became a drunk. I’d steal money from him for booze and keep the booze hidden. I’ve had a misdemeanor theft charge. He found out and made me go to treatment (his insurance paid for it). I agreed to go only to GET AWAY!

I absolutely LOVED treatment! I made many friends, learned not to ANSWER to ANYBODY constantly, I lightened up, I stopped being scared, I liked myself and my life again. Only problem is I’ve met a guy who we’ve feel madly in love with while there, but we “only looked, never touched,” while there. (Didn’t want to get kicked out.)

Both the guy I fell in love with and I now live in separate halfway houses and we visit very often. We understand each other. He’s completely the opposite my husband is. We enjoy each other’s company. We make each other happy. But my husband doesn’t know it yet.

Every time my husband and kids visit at my halfway house each weekend, my nasty feelings instantly come back and I just wanna cold-cock the son-of-a-bitch cuz he makes me so angry. The things he insinuates, the way he acts—he’s such a douche-bag! Like he’s still so perfect and I’m still trash. I can’t even stand my three oldest sons anymore. He’s filled their minds with lies and they’re just like him now. Our visits always end with me yelling at them to leave or them leaving mad. Most heart-breaking of it all is our daughter gets so distraught when they leave. She misses her mommy. None of them have visited in five weeks now and he won’t return my calls.

Since I’m staying in the halfway house longer than my husband prefers, he’s served me with divorce papers and restraining order from the house today and seeking custody of all kids. I know I need to respond back with a countersuit, but I have no money to speak of. My side of my family hasn’t had much to do with me since I’ve married him cuz he ripped off some of them in the past. The only things I know I do have against him are 5 domestic violence charges over a 10- or 11-year period, and the drinking and the pot. He’s never hurt the boys, but I know he’s not taking care of them how he should. I wish I could just go back home and MAKE HIM LEAVE, but he’s the money-maker with a well-known lawyer, I’m just a piece of crap with nothing to her name. Worse yet is he and our kids live in his grandmother’s house, which seems to even further complicate things, and I don’t even think I want to even step foot back in that house to tell you the truth…

He knows I don’t want to return home, but he doesn’t know about my boyfriend, so maybe he thinks if he scares me with divorce papers I’ll come crawling back and he’ll drop everything. I’m done playing his head games.

Sorry to say this, but he can keep all the boys, as he’s programmed them to disrespect their mother and women in general, and he’s turning them into losers, but the youngest daughter is not even 3 yet and she’s SO confused and
and I’m sure she’s even more ignored without me there — I’ve been told by my 2nd youngest sun that she latches on to any woman she sees in public and cries out “Mommy?” and then cries like mad.

What I REALLY wanna do is take our daughter away and she, my boyfriend, and I live somewhere and I just let my husband keep everything else and all the boys. I still love my boys but I can tell they don’t seem to love me back.

What should I do? What CAN I do? Our daughter NEEDS me, and I want to stay with my boyfriend, but I’m afraid if I take my daughter I’ll get slapped with kidnapping charges. And NO I’m not going to a “shelter”.
So how about spending about a year or so to become self-sufficient and THEN try to get all my kids back then?

Me and my mother have never been too close. Ever since I was 15 I’ve been trying to show her who I truly am, but always failed. She always forgets what I like and what I don’t, and then gets mad at me for having such weird tastes (ie different from my brothers). Also, whenever I tell her what I think about love, drugs, religion or politics she just stares with tears in her eyes. It all made me feel like crap so I moved out of town as soon as I turned 18. Ever since we don’t talk too often, and when we do, we fight.

She recently got diagnosed with breast cancer. At one point the doctors said she had a 70% chance to live, and well… That’s not that high. So we all got really worried. I tried to leave the past behind and just be there for her and maybe try to talk things over and get along.

Well, with the disease she started to be an ass to everyone, very diva too. That was fine until she started to engage in risky activities, such as driving under the influence of meds. At one point I just asked her to pull over cause she was driving in the middle of the street and then actually parked on a highway lane.

That’s when I drew the line and told her that I understood she was going trough a lot, but she was no superwoman, and she shouldn’t act as if nothings wrong cause she’ll end up getting killed.

Obviously she got really mad at me, told me I was being disrespectful and arrogant, and that I could not possibly tell her that her driving sucks cause she’s been doing it for decades and she never crashed (which is a lie since she crashed 3 times). She told me to mind my own business cause nobody was asking for my opinion.

Needless to say, that hurt a lot. But I just thought that this could be her last good days, so I didn’t push her anymore.

Anyway, a week later she got very good results from a test, which ruled out all of the bad scenarios, leaving her with a very nice 95% chance to live.

In my head, this was great news, so I expected things to go back to normal. I was wrong. She kept demanding attention (without actually asking for it, but sending all the signs like saying she wants to be alone, and at the next day complaining that she felt lonely).

At one point I exploded. My life is kinda stressful, I just broke up with my G/F and I’m gonna be fired soon. I told her we all have our problems and that everyone must learn to solve them instead of just wishing them away. I told her it was nobody’s fault she had cancer, so nobody was going to put up with her obnoxious ways for too long. She said that only her true friends would.

She has no good friends I guess since she spent most of her time alone, or with me. It makes me really sad. I feel that she lives in a delussion, and I fear she’s just gonna end up isolated. I feel that sometimes me and my dad are the only ones who’re truly honest and direct with her. Everyone else just say “yes, you’re right” and move on. The problem is that my dad has a new family so he can’t really “be there”, so I have a tough decision to make. I know that I can’t keep my mouth shut when she treats a waiter like crap, or when she skips a red light. I also know that she will reply very harshly to any comments on those issues.

Should I make an effort and try to be there, even if we fight a lot? Or should I just ignore her and let her sink until she changes on her own?