u/ScaredVacation33

A few days ago, my husband and I brought our two toddlers over to one of our local, very family, friendly breweries so that we could have a couple beers, watch some of the World Cup, and have some of the best tacos as our favorite food truck was there. I admittedly I’m a bit of a helicopter parent, but I always make sure that my children are not causing any sort of a disturbance to anybody else trying to enjoy their day. All too frequently when we have come to this brewery, the parents just ignore their kids and let them run around absolutely feral completely clueless as to what their children are doing. While we were playing foosball with my oldest an older kid approximately 10 years old, asked if he could join our game to which we said yes.

During this time, one of the forementioned feral children ran up with a long leafy plant that she had pulled up from one of the planters outside and started hitting everybody with it. She started whipping this other child very hard with it and he was screaming out for her to stop and she wouldn’t stop. I grabbed the plant and I told her “no we do not hit people and we especially do not hit people with other objects“. The little girl was approximately seven years old, so definitely old enough to know better that you don’t randomly hit strangers and she snapped back at me. “you’re not my mommy or daddy“ and I told her “then show me who your parents are and I will be more than glad to tell them what you were doing“ she ran away to realize that I was not going to put up with that.

Someone who was right next to us that wasn’t even part of the situation chimed in saying that I had no business telling that little girl to stop doing what she was doing nor to take the plant away from her. I told them that it became my business when she came up to the area I was at and started physically battering somebody else, especially another child. That person kept on,and I told them to piss off. AITAH?

ETA: this is a notoriously family friendly brewery that even has a playground. We went for a taco truck that’s never closer than an hour away. Couldn’t give 2 fucks about the World Cup. It was about tacos for us lol

I know things could be a lot worse, but I’m so frustrated here. I am almost 29 weeks postop and I have the stubborn granulation tissue that just won’t piss off. At this point, we’ve done two silver nitrate treatments and I’ve been estrogen cream to try to help. My last treatment was about a week and a half before my husband and I were escaping on our first child free getaway in three years and I let my doctor know what was planned for that getaway. She advised that we refrain from sex until then to give the tissue time to heal. During our getaway, there were moments where sex was a little bit painful, but there was no blood. And then we came back home and we’ve been working opposite days so last night was the first time that we’ve been able to get down and dirty again (10 day break after 3 raging days) and then much to my chagrin, There was blood afterwards, on the plus side there was no pain. Anyone deal with stubborn granulation tissue? I’m so scared of needing yet another surgery. My surgeon herself told me I may need another surgery to fix this if the silver nitrate doesn’t work

Note: I have already spoken with my physician and am cleared I’m looking for personal experiences

So I’m 26 weeks healed after a total laparoscopic hysterectomy. In a few days my hubby and I are going to a wonderful BDSM themed BnB with a dungeon and are planning on a fun 3 days of free use debauchery (we are limited at home due to 2 toddlers, when you have toddlers you don’t need enemies). My hubby mentioned wanting to try vaginal fisting. We have not tried this before and I haven’t had anything larger in me than your slightly above average penis (maybe a bit more than that but certainly nothing bigger than your average dildo). My births were also c sections so my vagina has never been stretched out much.

Even though I’ve been cleared for all penetrative acts by my physician I get a little scared of vaginal cuff dehiscence/rupture and would love to hear from others who have a vaginal cuff on this. Any safety tips, things to look out for etc since this will be our first time attempting this. Thanks!

So very soon my hubby and I will be having our first kid free vacation in ages and will be staying at a BDSM themed BnB that has a private dungeon attached for our use. In our private life we don’t have implementation/instrumentation like what is available here (St Andrew’s cross, gigantic throne, sex swing, yoga/kama sutra chair, what looks like a bench press bench, a kinda almost stocks looking bench, queening chair). I wish I found attach a pic of something similar or individual furnitures… anywho. We have the basics, restraints, floggers, clamps etc but have never used this kind of furniture before. I’m looking for advice/tips on how to use it past a simple google search since we’re inexperienced in this. We are excited for 3 days of free use and debauchery 😈

We are reaching out to the host to ask what’s a must experience kinda things since it’s highly unlikely they are vanilla.

Thank you in advance for your tips!

Edit: I don’t need safety tips unless it’s something surprisingly dangerous about let’s say the St Andrew’s cross. I’m purely asking for advice on how to utilize the equipment

I have never really had a good relationship with any of my family. My mother has always been the black sheep and she passed away when she was 47 years old and this was 21 years ago now. She has one older sister who is still alive who was 13 years older than her who had one son who is probably about 20 years older than I am. He is an only child. Both of his parents are still alive and well. I am an only child. Both of my parents passed away in my early 20s very close together. My mom also had a twin brother who had one child. Also she is 13 years younger than me, her brother passed away about five years ago very unexpectedly so only my aunt remains.

My mom was a good person, but I wouldn’t say she was necessarily a good mom. I think she did the best that she knew how to with me, but she didn’t exactly have the best role model herself. She was on disability pretty much the entire entirety of my life as far as I can remember and after she and my dad divorced, she wound up with a moocher boyfriend who literally just ate and smoked away all of the child support so none of it went to me. I remember moving around from place to place to place and being evicted so often that I could pack up my belongings in one hour and be ready to go out the door. At one point in time, we lived with my mom‘s mom and we had no power and no gas so no hot water. We would actually wash our dishes in an old rusty radio flyer wagon in the backyard and ask for showers? I typically would get one once a week when I would have visitation with my dad. He was unaware of the circumstances at that time.

My older cousin, I will call him M for the purposes of this post got married, and his wife was always a very positive influence in my life. She always try to teach me about hygiene, as well as tried to bring me over to her house to make sure that I got meals regularly as well as showers. During this time they lived about 12 houses down from us on the same street which was nice. I do think, however, due to the age gap between my cousin and I that there just was never much of a relationship there because that’s a huge generational difference.

When my mom passed away, which was 10 days after my 22nd birthday, literally none of my family was there for me. Her own twin brother didn’t go to see her in the hospital. Neither did her sister. No one ever reached out to me to check on me to see how I was doing from her side of the family. I always took this to be a part of her being the black sheep and me, unfortunately gain that legacy, even though I was nothing but an innocent child.

Shortly after my dad passed away just a couple years later I tried to rebuild a relationship with them and during this time. I went over to my cousin’s house three weeks after my dad died, and I remember breaking down in tears because I’ve found out that my now ex-husband, but was currently my husband at that time was cheating on me and my cousin M told me ‘get over it already’ referring to my parents dying. Mind you I was in my early 20’s and lost both parents very closely together and had zero support. I was also married to an abusive legit diagnosed narcissist that I couldn’t get away from.

I decided I was tired of trying to force a relationship with this part of my family when they obviously didn’t want me. Over the past few years my mom‘s older sister started reaching out to me and we’ve been friendly, and she was shocked when she found out that I moved all the way across the country and didn’t tell anybody and that I had divorced and remarried and since had two children, I explained to her very simply what happened that caused these changes and why nobody knew. I had tried to reach out all of branch and I did invite them to my baby shower as well as my oldest child’s first birthday party, where it was not noted in the invitation that we were also moving across the country so this was also a last time to see us kind of thing.

I had sent Evite’s to the email addresses that I had on file as well as the cell phone numbers that I had on file for my aunt and my cousin and his wife. The cell phone numbers remain the same however, the email address for my aunt did not. Needless to say there’s no reason they should not have gotten the invite. After explaining why I pulled away from the family to my aunt. It seemed like there was some sort of a misunderstanding, and she asked if she could give my number to my cousin and he text me a couple days later to check in and see how I was doing and we talked a little bit sent a few pictures back-and-forth, and that was kind of it. Fast-forward a few months and it was my birthday and I get a random call late at night and it was from his wife, wishing me a happy birthday. I was mind blown because several people that literally have never wished me a happy birthday in the entirety of my existence reached out to me this day and it had me feeling very weird no lie, but this phone call really threw me off. I explained to her the same thing that I had with my aunt as to why they quit hearing from me and she claimed that they never received any invitation and that for every year after my mom died, they were sending me invitations for every family event and every holiday. I never received any of those.

It has come to like that my ex-husband would go through my phone and deleted a lot of stuff unbeknownst to me. He also got me fired from a job after altering a contact of my boss without my knowledge amongst a bunch of other horrible things. However, a couple things that I’m having issues trying to wrap my mind around was an entire year head lapsed between my mom passing away and me meeting my ex-husband. Where were they during that year? They obviously couldn’t blame him for the messages being deleted. Also, it took him a couple years after we got married before this kind of abuse actually ramped up. I also have a very hard time believing that he was able to find every single message and delete it and intercept it before I was able to get it each and every time unless he blocked their number which obviously he didn’t since they can reach me to this day.

My cousin‘s wife told me how badly they wanted a relationship with me again and that they wanted to put me in the group chat with the rest of my cousins where we just keep each other updated on life happenings , and all of our children is each one of us has two beautiful children each. She also told me “we love you and we’ve always loved you“. I broke down.

I don’t know if I want to give this a relationship a shot. I’m happy now. I’ve spent my ENTIRE adult life wondering why I wasn’t worthy of love and the story just doesn’t match up

Tomorrow is my birthday.
I thought I’d be celebrating while dreaming of one more baby.
Instead, I’m learning how to carry the ache of wanting a child my body can no longer create.
Some losses don’t get talked about enough.
This is one of them.

My hysterectomy saved my life and while I’m grateful for the children I have, gratitude and grief reside where my uterus was. As I had things planned out we should be preparing for a FET for baby 3 but instead I’m trying to get into endocrinology to see about hormonal balance of my PCOS and crying as we get rid of baby stuff we will never use again. Each day my kids seem to grow by years.

Edit: dude I don’t know who’s down voting Everybody offering words of comfort but seriously go get a hobby that is so unnecessary and I honestly cannot understand what your damage is. Not everybody wants to have a hysterectomy, and some people are sad that they lost their uterus just because you may not fit into that box doesn’t mean that others do not have some compassion.