Hello ladies and gentile thems!

Just a bologna sandwich with Munster cheese and spicy mustard today

So I’m struggling with wanting to uninvite my future MIL to the wedding

So a bit of backstory to this because there’s multiple factors going into how this started. My MIL has NEVER liked me, though she’s very good at faking it. She’s one of those types of people who need absolute control over all of the people in her life, and I directly oppose this. I have opened my Fiancé’s eyes to this and he has stepped back a bit for his own mental health. She of course blamed me for driving her son away, even though he has said to her that it was his choice and I had nothing to do with the decision, so we have a rocky relationship in the first place, though we both can be cordial at family events.

The second part of this is that I am chronically ill. I have hashimotos disease and Postural Orthostatic Tachycardia syndrome, and I have a generally weak immune system so I’m sick a lot. My fiancé of course is aware of all this and has been an absolute saint throughout our relationship with helping me when I’m not feeling well.

I had to get emergency surgery a week ago to get my gallbladder removed, and my future MIL drove my fiancé home to get some sleep while I was still hospitalized. Apparently according to my fiancé, MIL spent the entire car ride attempting to convince him to leave me, saying things like he would be happier with someone else because I’m not healthy, that he can do better and that I’m pushing him away from his family. She said that she’s saying it because she loves him and wants him to be happy as if he wasn’t already happy with me

I’m just upset that she has the gall to try to break up her own son’s relationship, and I don’t think that she deserves to be there if she doesn’t support us. The only reason I’m on the fence is because I’ve been getting SO MUCH backlash from his family and mine over this. They think that she’s entitled to attend because it’s his mom.

He is 100% on board with uninviting her too, but I just know that it would cause soooo much drama if I do.

Sorry for the long post, I’m just flabbergasted at the whole situation right now 😅 what do you guys think??

Pictured: frozen cookie dough microwaved for 1 minute with vanilla ice cream, perfect lazy dessert.

I don’t think I’ve ever felt any type of way about getting older, but lately people’s comments have been getting to me. I recently turned 31, and have gotten advice from friends and colleagues about how much better their 30s were than their 20s in so many aspects but so far it’s been very meh. I get so many more comments from family and even strangers about how I need to hurry up and get married/have kids. A coworker asked me how old I was recently and acted aghast when they found out (they were 25). It also doesn’t help that most of the time due to my job the people I’m around are a lot younger than me and act like 30s is geriatric. I gave my ID to a gate agent at the airport and after looking at my age said to me “okayyyy auntie! How’s it feel to be at your age?”. There’s like 10 more instances similar to these that have happened in the short 2 years since I’ve entered my 30s….maybe I’m overthinking it but why are people such weirdos about women aging? Please stop projecting your shit onto me!!!

I need to get this out somewhere. I have been having "men" that I dated or had something with in my past coming into my DMs. One in particular JUST got out of inpatient for alcohol and now wants to date me. We were friends for 6 years and he had time prior to this point. However, he has been in my DMs more and more with "updates" and then last night he wanted to try dating. He has been more insistent when I got into shape then more so now that I have a house and going to law school. I told him I do not want to date someone who just got out of inpatient for alcohol abuse, and he tried to flip the script on me and play this poor me narrative. I didn't engage. That is one of them, but there are numerous men in my DMs. This is a letter to these mothertruckers.

Dear men,

Once I got into shape, you seem to be in my inbox. We may have dated or slept together years ago, and I may have given you so many chances like a moron. I thought I had to do these things in order for you to like me.

I am no longer that low self esteem girl. I have put up with DV, lies, cheating, etc and for what? Nothing. I have so much regret for every single one of you that I dated or slept with. None of the relationships were worth it or enjoyable. Not one.

I have a house, a car, a career, I am halfway through my first year of law school. I have no debt. My stuff is together, on my own... without you.

I don't need you, a BOMB to blow it up. Leave me and my dog alone. I am not the stupid low self esteem girl anymore.

**Biscottis that I ate in my car with a latte and watched the sunset**

Just as the title says. I've been letting it slide for a while, but I sent him a friend request on it ages ago and ge still hasn't accepted it (he said he would). He said it's an alt account that he uses to talk to other friends.

We are LDR and discord is our main way of communication. I've asked for his phone number and he still hasn't given it to me. I gave him my phone number. We've been dating for a handful of months.

I'm getting suspicious because a few other moments he has been untrustworthy, but things have been good since and it has been months since those incidents happened.

I've sworn off ever being in a relationship for nearly a decade and this is my first one—breaking that promise I made to myself. I do what this to work. My brain assumes the worst and I do try to fight it. I feel like I'm making a big deal out of nothing.

Random food: mozz sticks from movies (Street Fighter was really good), Taco Bell quesadilla and nacho fries with sour cream.

Blueberry chiffon cake slice to celebrate :)

So I’ve worked the last… 6+ years trying to get into medical school. Volunteering, research, clinical work, and school, of course. No one in my family is in healthcare, much less a doctor, and I had a failed application cycle a couple of years ago. I decided to take some time after to pursue more experiences in volunteering and clinical work.

I spent all year working on my application. Literally since January. And this week, I got the call saying I’m going to be a doctor!! Usually I’m not all that emotional but omg I sat on the floor and cried. I feel so incredibly grateful that I heard positive news so early (10/15 was the first day for MD school acceptances!).

Despite being so so happy about it, it’s like it hasn’t quite registered yet. I kind of feel lost? I still have a ton of jobs and hobbies, so it’s not a “I have nothing to do” thing, but I just feel so drained. And worried, about the cost, about how I’m going to get myself to study at that level out of the blue.

I almost feel like I’m ruining something literally so amazing that I’ve been running towards my whole adult life with this weird, not sad, but strange feeling. I almost feel like a stretched rubber band that’s been cut and all the tension just disappeared.

Anyways, I just didn’t really have anyone to tell. My family is absolutely ecstatic and I don’t want to ruin it for them. And don’t get me wrong, this is absolutely my dream!! Just don’t understand why I feel at odds with myself.

Advice and thoughts welcome <3

i want to feel attractive beyond just sexually

noodles with veggies and padthai sauce

Bandeja Paisa from my fav lowkey Colombian spot.
I’m turning 25 early next year and I need to be real with myself. I’m self destructive, lazy, and sometimes careless. I was dumped last year and he gave me hsv. I haven’t had a stable job since I started working at 18. I spend all of my money on fast food, vodka, and vapes. Im currently an unemployed CNA and I want to become a nurse. I live with my dad and rely on him due to my financial instability. All I do anymore is scroll, drink, cry, and fuck up over and over again. I’m a terrible daughter/sister, friend, and gf. I isolate when things are hard, block everyone and delete all my socials, and push everyone away. I have life goals and I don’t even try to accomplish them. I gained over 60 pounds last year and lost around 20 this year (due to being sick from drinking). I like to blame my childhood, covid, and etc for why I’m like this but it’s just me. I destroy everything for myself and make my life harder. I have no close family or friends. I know that people have been through worse than me and find a way to a happy life, so what’s my excuse? My life is fucking sad and it’s mainly my fault. I can’t keep blaming my childhood on my adult choices. Life is getting so serious and I’m going to end up completely alone and with nothing if I don’t get this shit together. I keep saying that I want to do better so fuck it, I’m gonna do better. I will try. I will actually try this time.

Food: some delightful turkey & bean chili I made (and idc if beans don’t belong in chili, I’m Brasilian, beans belong in all big meals)

NOTE: I am having some weird weird emotional reactions to things rn. I’ve been crying at EVERYTHING for maybe 3 weeks now and I’m not preggo so idfk what’s my deal. This is bizarre, even for me, and I’m normally already more emotional than my peers.

Today, I decided to wear one of my prized possessions ( a vintage coogi-style Mickey/disney sweater) because it was chilly and windy AND I LOVE A NICE COOL CRISP AUTUMN MORNING. That sweater was one of those magical thrift finds where I almost died when I first saw it bc it was so glorious. It was my white whale and I finally found it.

Tbh I hardly wear the thing out of fear of damaging it, but I do try to break it out during the first cool fall day of the year. I forgot to account for, however, the fact that the market I was going to would be indoors. They had the temp set higher than I was dressed for so I had to ditch the sweater and I draped it over my purse. Not a smart move for something I consider to be a “prized possession,” I know.

Well, you’d never guess what happened next! I dropped it… in the middle of a 100+ vendor market organized into like 5 rows. Which didn’t seem that big until I started walking it.

Didn’t even notice until I got to the door to leave and reached for it only to find it gone (also how did I not notice the near 5 lb weight of that thing missing?). I had no idea where I dropped it bc I had circled back to where I started right before leaving so I could grab a business card from a vendor so it could’ve been literally anywhere.

I walked through every row again and ofc it was in the very last place I thought to check. I was stressing soooooo bad trying to find it, every time I walked down an aisle and didn’t see it I would start crying harder… which is kind of a problem after 4x of crying harder. My only saving grace was that I didn’t start audibly crying until the end of row 3, so I saved myself from about 50% of my total potential embarrassment.

I was sooooooo relieved when I checked the last one and I saw it draped over a chair (they had chairs + tables along the perimeter and it seems that a kind passerby put it there!). I put that sweater back on immediately, I was NOT gonna risk losing it for realsies. Ofc, as an anxious girlie, I had to make a pit stop at the bathroom before leaving to freshen up bc that anxiety sweat is so nasty.

And before you say “it’s just a sweater” lemme tell you, I have an unhealthy emotional attachment to it. It brings me comfort and it brings me joy. It’s just so freaking ugly and perfect and I love it so much. Also, you need to understand, I am so emotionally unstable rn that the wind blowing the wrong way might make me cry.

Pls excuse the terrible writing, I am soooooo tired and needed to “dear diary” this shit before I could sleep.

Mini pancakes topped with air fried bananas and maple syrup.

I spent a good chunk of my adult life in a relationship that made me shrink myself a lot. I was “succeeding” on paper, but losing myself slowly until I no longer recognized myself in the mirror.

Fast forward to today. I took my wife to the farmers market where we got some nice coffee while we shopped for produce for our meals for the week. We came back to the house to put stuff away, and my wife made me mini pancakes because she knows I prefer the smaller ones. Then we went to a nursery to pick up some flowers and plants. And now we’re having wine while catching up on the football games.

I feel fully like myself again. And the best part is that I know there’s so much better to come later on.

If you’re unhappy with your relationship, don’t delay. I so wish I had left earlier than I did. Retake your life. Only you can do that.

Photo is cathead biscuits and gravy

I have no evidence of disease!!!! Having ovarian cancer has been the scariest experience of my life and I’m beyond thankful every day I pulled through. I have to continue testing routinely but fingers crossed everything stays on right path.

There has been so much that’s happened in such a short period. In March, I had pain in my side that was diagnosed as a UTI. No big deal. Then everything went downhill. The pain got worse and worse. The third doctor I saw discovered a giant tumor that stretched across my ovaries and most of my abdomen. It weighed 18 pounds on its own!!!

I started chemo almost immediately after my surgery. Things went south again, and I was in a coma for 11 days. I had to relearn how to talk after getting a trach. I spent almost a month at a rehab hospital building up my strength to walk again. And I’m so goddamn proud of myself.

I would never say I’m happy I had cancer. However, this experience has given me such an appreciation for everything. I still have things to figure out. I need to determine a career path. My medical bills are next-level insane. I physically can’t do some of the things I used to.

But I’m home, on the mend, cuddled up with my cats. And that’s what really matters <3

I‘m 21 and might have a bit more of a babyface. I get asked my age on dating apps a LOT, even though my age is as visible as anyone else’s. Whenever i say i‘m 21 as stated, they don’t believe me and try to find out my „real age.“

When i ask what age they thought i was when they swiped, they say 16 or 17. When i ask „oh so you were hoping to match with a minor?“ they suddenly turn quiet or i get blocked.

Please, lord, make me look older so i don’t have to deal with creeps anymore.

Also, georgian Manti are 10/10

Too tired to write it out now. I just wanted a boyfriend and I got my hopes up. Too embarrassed to relive it rn too lbh! I thought we were in love but its not gonna work out now. -35F with abandonment issues…

Dinner is tequila and some leftover mashed potatoes (pics from when I cooked them fresh tho cuz cute pot) 💕

Jambalaya pasta I made tonight with a Coke Zero.

To make a long story short, my bf and I started dating last October. I broke up with him in January due to his behavior (exhibited a lot of insecure/jealous/controlling behavior). In February we got back together (he was in therapy and he wasn’t acting like he was before/he took accountability for his behavior). He was eager for me to move into his house and so I did at the end of May. I stupidly thought this would help our relationship and help him feel more secure. Nope, he continued to exhibit the jealous/controlling behavior.

Some examples of this include starting fights when I’m wearing something with cleavage, questioning where/who I’m with despite him having my location and my phone password, never complimenting me when I dress up, being upset if I go to dinner or happy hour with friends. I recently got a better, higher paying job and he always has to change the topic when someone asks me about it.

I enjoy having my own space (kinda) since I was living with my parents before, and we live in a great neighborhood. I like being home alone, but my anxiety gets bad when I know he’s coming home. He seems to be able to get over our fights quickly, but the things he says to me stick with me. It’s made me distance myself from him as I feel like I’m constantly walking on eggshells.

I have the option of going back home to live with my parents. At this point I’m seriously considering it. I don’t see this getting better, and he’s a chronic w**d smoker, so I’m not sure if that’s adding to his moodiness and hot/cold behavior.

I just need some encouragement to finally break this off and move out. And if anyone can share similar experiences.

Thanks ❤️ (lmk if yall want the jambalaya pasta recipe).

How do I accept a without romantic love?

​I am 25 years old. I’ve never kissed anyone or done anything else. No guy has ever hit on me, shown the slightest bit of interest, or written to me on IG—nothing at all. Every time I’ve tried making a move on someone, I’ve been rejected. I'm the only one who has never even had a casual dating experience.

​Aesthetically, I take care of myself. I’m no model, but I’m average. All my female friends—even those less attractive than me—have had someone. Everyone tells me it’s strange that no one has ever liked me, but years and years have passed and still nothing. I attended mostly male universities and I had, and still have, male friends and acquaintances. However, some are in relationships, and the rest aren't interested in me romantically, only as a friend.

​In clubs, bars, or at other events, no one has ever shown interest in me, and the times I tried, I noticed what seemed like disinterest in getting to know me. I’ve always wanted to kiss someone, go out with them, hug them—someone who looks at me with love, who is happy to see me—yet it’s absolute zero.

​I realize I'm an anomaly, and I also realize it’s not a matter of meeting more people because I’ve changed cities, jobs, universities, events, venues—everything—and nothing ever changes. I’ve been trying for years and years and don't receive even a shred of attention. I thought that by taking maximum care of my appearance and meeting people things would change, but instead, nothing. And it’s not a matter of high standards either, because I’ve never rejected anyone in my life; I would just like to be liked by a guy I like.

​A partner was something I wanted so badly, but I’m realizing it’s probably not meant for me. I don't know why, if not for fate—sometimes pretty and smart girls end up alone for life, while bad people find love.

​The problem is that I can't accept this life alone, without ever experiencing what it means to love and be loved. I don't think I'll be able to be happy without it, so what do I do?. I don't want a life where I never experience romantic love, yet I have no choice. I’ve tried everything, and I’m tired of waiting for something that might never arrive or might arrive when I'm 50. I don't want my first boyfriend at that age. I just want someone to look at me through the eyes of love and want to be with me. How do I accept that it won't happen?

​And don't give me false hope or empty platitudes. Be objective and realistic with me.

I'm 17f and my sister 15f have a pretty rough relationship, just standard sibling rivalry but we fight a lot, or just don't talk at all. Today we were getting along and talking, and everybody (me, her, and our parents) were in the living room at the same time, and that is relatively rare.

And though I've always known this, it's hitting me harder today. There's a huge gap in how my parents treat both of us. While there are issues in their relationships with me, I never get such derision, dismissal and overall plain rude behaviour from them. At least not as often as my sister does. I have a temper and tend to yell at them or just give as good as I got. Not that my sister is a doormat, she has attitude issues too but she doesn't overtly retaliate in the same way and I never really understood how much of a difference it creates.

My father told her to shut up and listen (to our mother) when she was trying to express something, but I was literally backing her up and saying the exact same thing. And we both got extra portions of food that we didn't want and I just put my foot down and refused them, while my mother didn't take no for an answer from my sister.

What was for girl dinner: Yorkies from a pub style restaurant

I’m getting so frustrated. My (30F) roommate (32M) roommate won’t move out. Two years ago he got kicked out of his house by the people he was renting it with, so he needed a place to stay. I live at home with my father still, because I am severely disabled and he is my caretaker. We are in my family home, so there’s no landlord or anything - just my father and I. We took him in out of empathy and now he won’t leave even when we’ve mentioned it countless times.

He was only supposed to stay until he found a place in the city.

He is quite autistic, so he cannot live alone because he is prone to breakdowns. But he is, for the most part, entirely mentally capable. He says he put himself on a wait list for housing assistance to help find him a place, but that was two years ago and I don’t think he’s checked in with them once since.

He’s not the messiest roommate imaginable, but he’s quite messy and also fairly lazy. He’ll leave messes in the bathroom and won’t clean it, he doesn’t cook for himself (and quite often just expects that the food that gets made is his to eat, too), he goes outside to smoke weed countless times a day but always drags the smell back in, and when he showers he leaves the most intense fragrances in the bathroom to the point it gives everyone else a headache.

We’ve asked him multiple times about his housing assistance and his response is that he’s on their waitlist (but he never calls them to check the status even when we suggest it). I’ve sent him FB marketplace ads of people looking for roommates. He either says no to looking into it or he’ll self sabotage when the potential future roommate asks questions (“yeah, I’m quite a messy person honestly”, etc).

I’m tired. I’m getting frustrated. I can’t just kick him out, especially because of his more severe autism. I don’t know what to do.

I’m 42F, husband is 47M. I can’t bring myself to do IVF, even though I’ve always dreamed of a family for myself. I don’t know if it’s the needles, the hormones, the procedures, the feeling of this isn’t right for me keeps coming up. I keep putting the needles in their packages next to my belly and I know I’m not going to be able to do this.

I met my husband later in life. Sometimes I think if we had met 10 years earlier, I could have had our family. The likelihood at my age of natural conception is low, but not impossible. This is the route we are going to “try” for instead. I have little hope. My husbands sperm has low motility.

I’m apprehensive about adoption. I have read all the forums around all of the issues with adoption, and how unethical it can be. We may explore being foster parents who are open to adoption, but first I need to explore my grief and process the unlikelihood of being able to grow a baby in my belly. I don’t need to bring a kiddo into these feelings of “instead of” having my own baby.

I’m sad. I think about what ifs. But that’s not life, is it? We all make different decisions and sometimes our dreams work out and sometimes they don’t. It’s all ok, it’s about putting one step in front of the other. If I had married anyone else from my past, it would have been a miserable life and/or divorce.

Thank you for being a forum to share, but do note I’m not looking for advice today.

Meal: avocado toast on whole wheat bread, pork sausage, and strawberries.

Chicken Caesar salad

Hello I'm a 21 female in USA who has been working for 5 years about to graduate from uni with a bachelor's degree, with no debt!

I need to move out from my parents to go to grad school, they are actively sabotaging my attempts for grad school and want to control me to be a stay-at-home daughter to help them with my disabled younger sister and their own aging.

I must move out in secret and will take any tips+help IN GENERAL PLEASE! Or words of encouragement :')

The logistics: grad school applications are not sent out yet but I fear of them seeing it in the mail especially when decisions come out in spring, where I get in helps me know where to move geographically, no licence or car, they have camera outside house, keep tabs of me and my belongings heavily, they monitor my bank acc

We moved towns completely 1 and a half years ago. We found a house we loved and the owners were lovely and told us we could live here as long as we wanted and they’d never need the house as far as they’re aware. Well we’ve fallen pregnant after 3 1/2 years of infertility with our miracle baby and now they’re needing there home back. They were aware when we signed the tenancy we were trying to grow our family and were aware that this was a long term situation that we were looking to be in. I know it’s there home I’m well aware of that but I’m just so angry. I’m 25 weeks pregnant and now have to pack up my whole house and find another rental and move houses again after less than 2 years of being here. They know I’m pregnant, they know we’ve just set up our nursery. I was just speaking to them less than a week ago and now suddenly this has all changed?? anyway I’m so stressed. I’m trying to find us a new home before baby’s here, we have a viewing on Wednesday and I’m hoping and praying and need really good vibes sent my way that the first one we view is given to us and I don’t have to go through any of this stress.

Hot honey pork and Alfredo

He got mad at me for being anxious. I had spent all day trying to impress his family, and he treated me like a nuisance for feeling overwhelmed when we got home.

Apparently, I'm the bad communicator bc I only told him i was overwhelmed & anxious to the point of feeling sick. How was he supposed to know not to be mean to me when I never asked him to help me feel better!! Duhh

Felt peace breaking up with him as he texted me justifications for treating me badly with explanations for how it's my fault. I started going to therapy again bc he kept saying I communicate bad. My new therapist is gonna love this.

to wrap up my background very briefly: i got cheated on after moving countries for a man

this happened a month and a half ago and i spent the first few weeks just putting my head down and getting my life back together after moving back home (car, apartment, sorting out my old job). i knew i was putting off the inevitable, but i had to get the logistics sorted before my heart could fall apart completely. now that everything is settled, my emotions and brain have caught up.

i cant stop talking and thinking about it. it embarrasses me every time someone asks me how im doing and i realize im getting into a full rant session again as new Thoughts and Feelings come up.

i cannot wrap my brain around this being my reality and it shows. i post about it on my close friends stories. i talk about it to strangers (how could i ignore my entire summer being dedicated to the move?). i literally was playing a game last night with someone i had met an hour prior and started crying. i felt so pathetic i just left and went to bed, because who have i become that i vent and cry in front of a stranger? i cried at work 4-5 times in my first week back because everyone kept asking what happened and am i okay.

all i wish is that i could be one of those mysterious people that heals in silence and you’d never know i had been through anything traumatic before. but i just can’t. that human connection is what heals me. maybe i’m trying to wear my heart on my sleeve in the event that someone has answers for exactly how to get better, or exactly why any of this has happened. i don’t know. but i’m sick of myself, i’m sick of feeling this way when life is objectively fantastic compared to what i would have endured with him, and i’m not sure how ill ever feel better and be happy with myself.

Do the earth-shattering revelations of young adulthood slow down eventually? I'm getting a little tired of it. I've had a massive, life changing epiphany a year since I was sixteen. First it was coming out as gay, then it was leaving Mormonism, then it was figuring out I was non-binary, and now this:

Wednesday night my situationship asked "where do you want this relationship to go?" This wasn't the first time they asked in the 1.5 months we were seeing each other, but last time they said to take my time answering. If it was a "normal" relationship I would have had an easy answer. Date, become partners, do that for as long as it worked. But they're poly and open, so there was room for the relationship to be whatever we wanted it to be. Which meant I had to think about what I actually wanted from a relationship for the first time.

And I couldn't figure it out. I put dozens of hours into thinking about it and came to no conclusions. It was driving me crazy. My initial reaction was that what we were doing (hanging out, going on fun dates, and having sex) was working great for me, despite the lack of a clear direction. But it wasn't working for them. During our talk about why, I had a bit of a lightbulb moment. For the first time the thought "what if I'm aromantic?" entered my head and I actually seriously considered it.

Initially the thought terrified me. But the more I thought about it, the more it made sense. Spending time with my situationship basically felt like spending time around my friends, but we had sex sometimes. And thinking back, that was how I felt about my (one) ex too.

Still unsure whether I was actually aromantic or just... in denial or something, I started asking the people around me what romantic attraction and love felt like to them. Every answer they gave confused me. It was either things I didn't actually like (kissing), things I didn't ascribe any inherent romantic meaning to (physical contact like cuddling, quality 1 on 1 time like dates, etc.), or feelings and emotions that registered to me as complete nonsense (being obsessed with someone, wanting to build a life with specifically them, feeling magnetically pulled towards them).

It's exactly like when people describe being attracted to women. I know, logically, it's a feeling that people feel, but it's impossible for me to imagine myself feeling that. I feel the same way when people describe romantic feelings to me. That was kind of the nail in the coffin. I'm quite sure I'm aro now.

And honestly? I feel lighter. I didn't realize how much weight my "ideal fantasy" of the future had put on me. I was spending time yearning for something, not because I wanted it, but because I figured I was supposed to. In the span of three days I went from assuming I would find a nice man to settle down with to having no idea what my future would hold. A fundamental part of my plan for the future, shattered.

But now I can build a new vision. One that I actually want. And despite the uncertainty I really do feel lighter.

Girl Dinner: Garlic Parmesan chicken, cooked in the same pan as the potatoes and green beans. Pretty good honestly.

I'm the gal who's mom broke up with her through email. After a period of no contact my mom has again emailed me to return to a well loved topic: how I ruined our relationship as mother and daughter when I was 10.

To directly quote her email: "I haven’t felt that you’ve been willing to see me as a separate person with my own story since you were about ten years old." This has gone on for some time. She's told me I've hated her since I was 10, I rejected her when I was 10, etc.

I feel very sad for her, that something traumatic likely happened at age 10 to her that she hasn't processed. Also it feels so incredibly wrong to apologize to her for my effect on our relationship as a 10 year old, which is what she's said she wants me to do.

My memories from age 10 are ​being in 4th grade, Mrs. Harmon as my teacher and thinking it's really cool she was a scuba diver. I really wanted bangs and enjoyed walking in the forest near our house. I've read my school journal from that time, I talk about my dog and books I liked. It's hard to remember something that little girl should be apologizing for.

Greek yogurt bowl with chia, flax cereal, granola, peanut butter, and goji berries