u/DeflatedCatBalloon

Mi viejo falleció y en sucesión quedó un vehículo a nombre de mi vieja (50%) mi hermano y yo (25% cada uno).

Ellos usaron dinero propio y de ahorros de mi papá (dólares en efectivo que no fueron repartidos) para vender el auto viejo y comprar uno nuevo de mayor valor mediante agencia.

En el momento no me jodió porque me parecía bien cambiar el auto viejo por uno más nuevo. Pero resulta que el nuevo estaba a nombre de mi hermano al 100%. Solo llegué a firmar la transferencia del auto viejo. Me negué a firmar la del auto nuevo con estas condiciones porque sería renunciar a mi parte.

Qué procede ahora? Mi vieja argumenta que ella puso esa plata extra y yo no (aunque haya usado ahorros de mi viejo), podría eso causarme algún problema en el futuro? No tengo problema en firmar lo del auto nuevo siempre que se me incluya, pero ya me quiso cagar evidentemente, cómo me cuido ahora?

P.S. Quise corregir a "consentimiento" en el título pero no me deja editar.

I'm mostly affected by my father's inconsistency and ambiguity and unpredictability in terms of emotional support. Sometimes I wish that he would have simply ignored me all the time. But he only did it sometimes. Some other times, he'd try or pretend to listen to me —with disastrous results.

My therapist says that if your parents are just never available, it's tough because you naturally want them to be there (especially as a kid), but you end up understanding (painfully, of course) that you can't count on them. But when they come and go, it's confusing and it's harder to close that door, because "hey, maybe this time will listen". And then you're more likely to develop trust issues because they somehow teach you that you can't expect anything from anyone.

Of course, neither she or I are trying to say that one thing is actually better than the other one. We're not measuring who has it worse. But it's still something interesting to discuss. So what do you think?

My husband (M31) has chronic pain, with incapacitating flareups. There is no diagnosis and he's hopeless. He doesn't want to keep seeing doctors because "nothing works". We haven't run out of options yet, but he just doesn't want to keep trying.

He's tired all the time because he can't sleep well due to his pain, and he has episodes of anxiety, depression, and irritability.

As his caregiver, I sometimes find myself wanting to "give up", too (though I'm not sure what that means, tbh). I mean, I don't think I can help him if he doesn't want to be helped. But, even though I understand his reasons, he doesn't seem to realize that he's hurting me by refusing to keep trying, by being moody and saying hurtful things, etc.

He also can't work and I'm dealing with a huge financial burden. He doesn't have insurance and I'm covering his medical bills, plus mine (I have my own issues, naturally). His family doesn't help. I feel trapped and drained. He's not fully dependent and can even do some housework in good days. But even when he's feeling better and I have some time for myself, I can't let go of this situation mentally. I'm exhausted and feeling hopeless and depressed as well.

Any advice?

Honestly, what makes my Menieres worse is not even the disease itself, but the people who don't understand it and, therefore, don't take it seriously.

I have cochlear Menieres. This means I don't have frequent vertigo attacks, but my hearing is constantly fluctuating and my tinnitus is persistent.

This means:

- I should not be exposed to loud noises/environments or people talking all at once because the sounds "compete" within my ear and not only I end up not hearing sh*t, but also increases my tinnitus.

- In bad hearing days, you gotta look at me when you talk to me so that I can help myself understand you by reading your lips or your facial expressions.

- I gotta be on a low sodium diet and not be sleep deprived.

And yet, people:

- Invite me to places where they swear there won't be many people talking at once and it's not what ends up happening. Then complain when I tell them to lower their voices or I want to leave.

- They get frustrated when I don't understand them and ask them to repeat themselves, but they're the ones who talk to me in soft voices or they don't grab my attention first or they're not in front of me.

- They get offended when I don't want to go to places where there will be children. Kids are extremely loud and high-pitched (the worst kind of noise for me), and their parents never tell them to shut up because "they're just kids".

- They call me a killjoy because I don't want to be sleep deprived so I leave places early.

- They insist on having me eat salty foods knowing that I shouldn't.

- I work remotely because I cannot tolerate the noise of the city and public transport is more likely to trigger vertigo attacks on me. And yet...my boss (who knows about this) wants me to "participate" in coworking days 2 hours away from where I live.

And trust me, I've explained to people how this works. They just seem to choose to ignore it?

Does this happen to someone else here or I'm just surrounded by a$$h0l3s?