u/NinaJoFoster

Hi everyone. So I've been playing for about 2 years now I have all dlcs. But anyway what I got on here to say was im finally doing Sadness's last friendship quest and I realized I don't have the stuffing for the bear. I have all the others. I've looked in all my chests in every dlc and main game it's just gone. I contacted Gameloft last night but im not sure if they're going to be able to help. I know i didn't sell it cause you can't sell quest items. Its just gone!

Edit: I found it! I guess I just laid it down in frosted heights and I couldn't see it lol!

I’ve been in and out of psychiatric hospitals and residential programs since August because repressed memories of being sexually assaulted in elementary school resurfaced. It hit me hard and I was already struggling, but I was trying to get help and stay safe.

My husband and I had been living with his grandmother for four years. She saw me every day and knew I’ve never hurt anyone.

Then everything blew up.

While I was away at residential treatment, she told my husband that I had to get out because I was “too unstable.” When I got back, I tried to ask her something unrelated and she said, “Why are you in my house? I told him you couldn’t come back.”

The next day, while getting my Christmas decorations, I asked if she actually thought I would hurt someone. She basically said yes without saying the word. It made me feel sick.

Later, I was in the kitchen grabbing a few of my things and she accused me of “trying to start something.” We yelled back and forth until I slammed the door to our room.

Right after, she came to our doorway and told me to get out of her house. She said my husband could come back for our things, but I wasn’t allowed inside anymore.

I was overwhelmed and called her a bitch. I shouldn’t have said it, but I was breaking.

Then she said something I still can’t believe:

“Well at least I didn’t fuck my dad.”

I snapped and yelled, “I was 5!”

She looked me in the eye and said, “Yeah, right.”

I completely broke down and had a panic attack. My husband said something to her, but I don’t know what because I couldn’t process anything.

I went to my best friend and sister while my husband, his parents, his brother, his aunt and uncle, and my brother‑in‑law got our things. They even brought a civil officer because the situation was so hostile.

Afterward, everything spiraled. The stress and humiliation pushed me into another psychiatric stay because I felt even more overwhelmed.

Now some extended family members say I “overreacted,” that I “shouldn’t have yelled,” and that she’s “old” and “didn’t mean it.”

I feel like I defended myself in the only way I could, but I also know I was in a fragile state.

I guess I could be the asshole because I yelled and called her a bitch.

AITA for snapping at her after what she said?

Here is my hot take. Some people should not be allowed anywhere near the word “family.” Not when they choose cruelty over compassion. Not when they take someone who is already breaking and decide to snap them in half.

Since August, I have been in and out of psychiatric hospitals and residential programs. Repressed memories of being sexually assaulted in elementary school resurfaced and tore my entire world apart. The memories hit me so hard that everything I thought was stable collapsed. I was already suicidal. I was already hurting myself. I was trying to get help. I was trying to stay alive.

During all of this, my husband and I were living with his grandmother. We lived with her for four years. She saw me every day. She knew my routines, my behavior, my character. She knew I have never hurt anyone else in my life.

And then she turned on me like I was some kind of monster she needed to purge from her house.

She kicked us out and told me I was a danger to her and her grandkids. Hearing that from someone who actually lived with me and knew better felt like being slapped across the soul. It made me feel dirty and ashamed of things that are not even true.

Then she said something so vile that I still cannot believe a human being could say it with a straight face. While throwing us out, she looked at me and said:

“Well at least I did not fuck my dad.”

I snapped. I screamed, “I was 5!”

And she looked me dead in the eye and said, “Yeah, right.”

That moment broke something in me. She said it to humiliate me. To deny my reality. To imply something disgusting and completely untrue. Meanwhile, the truth is that I was assaulted as a child by someone who was not my father, and she had no idea she was stabbing directly into the deepest wound I have.

After she said that, I could not even go back to the house. I went straight to my best friend and my sister. They sat with me while my husband, his parents, his brother, his aunt and uncle, and my brother in law all went over there to get our things. They even had a civil officer on standby because that is how bad the situation had become.

Everything spiraled after that. The stress, the accusations, the humiliation, all of it pushed me over the edge. I ended up being sent back to the psychiatric hospital and then to another residential stay because I felt even more suicidal and completely overwhelmed by what she had done.

I am safe now, but I am shaken and disgusted by how quickly someone who knew me for years chose to tear me apart.