u/No-Effect-1597

Honestly. At this point I feel like the only reason why I'm still here is because I'm a mother and I have to take care of my 2 kids and apparently their fucking father

I have been sick all week last week and did not get a single break from anything. He gets sick and he's slept all day today. I of course asked him this morning if he had an appetite and made sure he ate. Made sure the kids were quiet. Let him sleep.

I then have a break down today ( I have PTSD from severe birth trauma and severe medical trauma along with peripartum depression ) saying that I've been sick my mental health is getting really bad again and I need help more.

The bastard can't even be bothered to wake up in the morning with me and the kids. I have a 1 year old ( whose a big old fucking trigger ) and a 7 year old. And every single morning he sleeps through 7 alarms and then jumps in the shower at the last minute and leaves.

ANYWAYS!

I finally got a chance to have some alone time - I assumed he was making the family dinner. NOPE! silly me - he made nuggets and fries for the kids. Didn't even bother to ask what was planned for dinner tonight. If I was hungry. Fucking nothing.

Oh! And he has to go to PEI for work. Which would normally be fine before all of this but it seems like every time I start breaking and asking for help there's a work trip, or he has to work late.

What the fuck am I? A babysitter? Chef? Maid? Personal assistant to 2 children's schedules?

He does the bare minimum and then has the audacity to get angry at me for my recent moods and being crazy?!

I didn't choose to be this way - pregnancy made me this way!!!

3 minutes of sex and now I'm stuck as what? Just an NPC for the next 18 years?!

Uuugghhhh!!!!! That's my ramblings of a mad woman for today. Thank you for your time tips hat

Aaaaahhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!

I have to wake up early, make breakfast for two children, help the 7 year old get ready for school while the toddler just sits there and screams at me cause I gave him toast instead of Cheerios and then he has the fucking audacity to get pissed that I didn't wake up him up?!?!?!?!

I AM NOT YOUR MOTHER! If you can't get your ass up after YOU snoozed your alarm so many times that even the alarm gave up that's your fault!!!!

So yeah. I purposely kept the kids quiet this morning and then made the eldest wake him up JUST IN TIME for him to shower and drive our son to school instead of me walking with two children and being attacked by the stupid bees on the stupid playground.

And he comes down and goes " maybe ask instead of assuming I can do something ". BITCH! If I didn't make you drive him to school you would have slept till 1 and missed work so be fucking grateful!

Again I say AAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH

Husband has been mentioning quite a lot about being home sick recently. Unfortunately it's too expensive for him to fly home any time soon.

His birthday and Christmas are coming up - any suggestions??

Military brat so he moved around a lot but main places he speaks about is King's Lynn and Portsmouth - if that helps with any suggestions 🤷‍♀️🤷‍♀️

EDIT: question coming from Canada!

September 1!!! I've waited all year for today!!

I am going through a lot of mental abuse from my ex right now.

He's withholding my child and basically texting nonstop to rub my nose in it.

I've got the legal aspect covered - as fucked up as it is.

But when there are non stop texts all afternoon and night and my trauma therapist isn't available - I need someone to speak to. Someone to basically confirm I'm not going crazy.

I've called multiple lines in my area ( Hamilton Ontario ) and it's always men answering. When I request a woman they always seem to get mad at me. Like I'm questioning their capabilities when in reality I've just had a man in my head for HOURS straight and really just need a woman.

I'm not here to make you feel good at your job buddy! I'm here for compassion and understanding.

Anyways that's my rant for today. God why are they so fucking entitled?!

I feel like a piece of my body is missing.

I left an abusive relationship with my son in the middle of the night 7 years. I got a court order in 2020 hoping it would protect me - that if his father would take him he'd HAVE to give him back.

It's been exactly a week today since I've seen my son.

In Ontario, if the court order isn't policed enforced no one can do anything. If I didn't have a court order they could.

I requested an emergency motion without notice to the father to get my son back because I was afraid that if he knew I was filing he would run.

The judge rejected it and told the father I was filing.

Today the father messaged me and they're now leaving the city.

I have looked for help literally anywhere and everyone has told me the same thing " we can't do anything until the judge has ordered it ".

In my heart of hearts I can feel that they won't be coming back and there's nothing I can do about it

I feel so helpless. I feel like I'm failing my son. And I feel discriminated against because Im too poor for proper representation. ( I'm too poor to afford a lawyer but too rich to get legal aid )

I feel so helpless and terrified.

My son has been kidnapped by his father. I haven't seen him since last Friday. I spoke to him last Sunday but his father was coaching the whole conversation in the background.

The police won't do anything.

I have been trying to file and urgent without notice motion with the courts but it keeps being rejected due to formating of files or missing specific words. They don't tell you specifically what's wrong or what to add/change - they just tell you what's wrong.

I make too much for financial aid but not enough for a lawyer.

I don't know what else to do!! It's 5 grand for a good lawyer 2 grand for a "new" lawyer - someone who doesn't have much experience.

If someone can offer pro bono services or any money to go towards a retainer I and my son would be eternally grateful.

It literally feels like my heart's been ripped out - was almost hospitalized yesterday because I couldn't breath from crying so hard. I don't know what I'm going to do if I don't get him back.

I'm located in Hamilton Ontario Canada

I never understood, when I watched movies, how a couple couldn't stay together after a death or something traumatic. Surely that would make the bond stronger? Trauma bonding - that's a thing right?

My husband said 4 words that absolutely destroyed my life.

He was working with the information they were telling him in the moment. It was chaotic and an emergency situation. Definitely not a decision that he should have been forced to make - the doctors should have made the decision. We didn't find out what actually happened until we read through the 2000+ pages of medical documents a year later.

I blame him. He has no idea - I would NEVER want to put that guilt, this feeling of hopelessness on him.

He is so supportive and loving and understanding and tries so hard to make everything easy for me now while we navigate the fallout and my CPTSD. The lack of help from the medical system, the fact that the medical system did this to me... To us.

My trauma counselor thinks I should talk to him about it. That if I don't it will just lead to resentment.

Has any one out there dealt with this? Have you found a way through?

Last year I had 2 c sections in one pregnancy. The first one in february - they got all the way to the uterus and decided to stop and sew me back up. I was open on the table for so long that the epidural wore off. The pain was so horrible I almost fell off the table while being told by the male doctors to " just push through we're almost done "

For the next month I had a growing moving kicking baby inside me. Hurting me every minute of every day by kicking, moving or sitting on my scar. The fresh scars being continuously stretched as he grew.

For the next month - while attempting to heal - I was tested on against my will. I had no body autonomy - " we need to do it for the baby ". It was absolutely torture.

A month later I started bleeding out. I bled out internally for almost 48 hours. No one believed me - they tried to discharge me but I refused.

At the end of the 48 hours I was given an Ativan - I was told I was just being anxious. Less than 10 minutes later my placenta abrupted. I pulled the call bell, waited 20 minutes and was told it was not enough blood and to get back to bed. When I stood up I had a second abruption - thank god the nurse witnessed this time so they had to believe me.

They then proceeded to wait 40 minutes so my husband could arrive.

Once in the ER the anesthesiologist attempted and ART line 7 TIMES before I passed out. I could feel every attempt, I could feel all of the blood coming out of me. Everyone just stood around and held me down.

I woke in the ICU.

I didn't speak for a month after that. I was back and forth between my house and the NICU - not one person caught on - or maybe the just didn't care - that something was wrong. During this I was also pumping every 3 hours to delivery milk to my baby because they made my husband sign a note stating that if I wouldn't do it they would give my son donor milk. At the time I wasn't educated on what that entailed and therefore couldn't fathom someone else feeding my child.

I made a suicide attempt afterwards because I couldn't understand why they did this to me. 9 months later I was finally diagnosed with PPD and PTSD secondary to medical trauma and significant birth trauma.

Every month I get my period and every month I have to relive this.

Oh yeah - my baby was born flat with an Apgar score of 2 and needed to be resuscitated. We were never told - I found out when I took it upon myself to request our medical records. Medical records that are incomplete and they refuse to hand over.

I just don't understand.

Last year I had 2 c sections in one pregnancy. The first one in february - they got all the way to the uterus and decided to stop and sew me back up. I was open on the table for so long that the epidural wore off. The pain was so horrible I almost fell off the table while being told by the male doctor to " just push through we're almost done "

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For the next month I had a growing moving kicking baby inside me. Hurting me every minute of every day by kicking, moving or sitting on my scar. The fresh scars being continuously stretched as he grew.

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For the next month I was tested on against my will. I had no body autonomy - " we need to do it for the baby ". It was absolutely torture.

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A month later I started bleeding out. I bled out internally for almost 48 hours. No one believed me - they tried to discharge me but I refused.

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At the end of the 48 hours I was given an Ativan - I was told I was just being anxious. Less than 10 minutes later my placenta abrupted. I pulled the call bell, waited 20 minutes and was told it was not enough blood and to get back to bed. When I stood up I had a second abruption - thank god the nurse witnessed this time so they had to believe me.

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Once in the ER the anesthesiologist attempted and ART line 7 TIMES before I passed out. I could feel every attempt, I could feel all of the blood coming out of me. Everyone just stood around and held me down.

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I woke in the ICU.

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I made a suicide attempt afterwards because I couldn't understand why they did this to me. 9 months later I was finally diagnosed with PPD and PTSD secondary to medical trauma and significant birth trauma.

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Every month I get my period and every month I have to relive this.

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I can't keep living this cycle

Tomorrow's my birthday which means my boyfriend HAS to watch a horror movie with me.

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He absolutely hates them and gets scared at any little thing so we made an agreement a while ago that on my birthday I can choose any horror movie I want.

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There are so many new ones that have come out this year that look so good!

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Right now my choice is Hokum. Has anyone seen it? Are there awesome jump scares?

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I want something that will get my adrenaline pumping, hopefully make me jump at parts, and some jaw dropping.

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There haven't been many good horrors that I've seen recently but it seems as though 2026 is the year!

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So! Hokum is the right pick? Or are the other ones released this year better?

I'm looking to speak to my doctor about lamictal for my anger outbursts and flashbacks.

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Anyone have an good experience with this drug?

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It's been a hell of a ride trying to figure out what works and what doesn't.

Has anyone tried Lamotrigine (Lamictal) to help with anger outbursts and flashbacks?

I'm sure this has been discussed on here but honestly at this point I just don't have the energy or motivation.

Extremely long story short - I was put on Seroquel and then it was upped really quickly. I've been on it for about a year now and I'm at 150 at night and .25 as needed during the day up to three times.

I was put on it and left. There has been no one watching my meds or my progression. I finally found a telemed service who was able to connect me with a psychologist who told me that all the meds I'm on don't treat PTSD and that I need to come off them.

He didn't say when or how and said it's up to my family doctor.

My family doctor sucks - like Google's words or meds when I speak to him sucks.

What is the tapering like? What's the withdrawals like? Is it hard? I just finished tapering from Cymbalta and that literally almost killed me. I don't know if I have it in me again to go through something like that.

I am so sick of advocating for myself and being my own doctor.

Did she actually say Calabasas is one of the toughest players to grow up.

Not sure if I'm even gonna make it through the first episode.

I'm super sick and stuck in bed so I decide to get caught up on this season and omg - it is just so much hate.

Currently on the Emo Party episode

I don't use social media - have I missed something?! It's like a bombs gone off!

I know about the hotel Emmy Brad situation but like why are we still talking about it?

It's so much girl on girl hate! When were these sides chosen?!