u/Successful_Dot_2477

I don't have a picnic to go to!

Anybody got a yard with a bonfire to hangout at?

I'll bring the marshmallows and hotdogs

Edit: I'm 37F who lives alone with a cat. I swear I'm not a creep 🤣

I reported sexual harassment by a man in an online space, and immediately a bunch of women started defending him and telling me I was wrong

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I am a rape and abuse survivor and I've dealt with extremely important women in my life flat-out betraying me and defending the guy who raped me

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I know the situation online isn't as serious as what I personally went through but I am feeling so triggered and upset

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Why do women defend men and bully other women so much??????

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I can't stop crying

I'm thinking of making an Epilepsy Support Group on Meetup

I'm hesitant though because I'm not sure if there'll be much interest, and I'm not sure where to have the meetup. Maybe Allegheny Commons Park? Or maybe a library?

I just wanted to post this and see what kind of feedback I could get. Thanks!

It's the 11th and the housing authority still hasn't paid their portion of the rent.

My rent is due by the third of the month but the housing authority isn't paying it til the 10th of the month, which means I'm getting hit with a $50 late fee every month. I contacted the housing authority and they said they have until the 10th to pay their portion of the rent.

Is there anything I can do about this?

In 2009 I was in an abusive relationship. I was 19 and the guy was 31.

He did a lot of messed up things to me.

One of them was the time he made me pay for a set of tattoos for him and me, with my own money. I said I didn't want to get a tattoo. He called me a pussy.

The tattoos were of scorpions. We each got one on our arms. He was a Scorpio.

When I got out of that relationship I moved back in with my abusive parents. I wanted to get the tattoo removed. The tattoo removal people said that since it was on my arm and since it was summer, I'd have to cover it up with a piece of cloth to prevent it from being exposed to the sun.

There was a dollar store next to the tattoo removal place. My mom and I were standing in the aisle, looking at a bunch of socks in the dollar store. She suggested that I wrap a sock around my arm. I really didn't want to wrap a sock around my arm. She started laughing hysterically at me, looking at me as I was looking at the socks.

I can't remember if I bought a pair of socks to put on my arm.

On the way home from the dollar store I asked her why she was laughing at me. She said "What?? We were having a laugh!"

I wasn't laughing.

The process of getting that tattoo removed meant a lot to me.

It would have meant a lot if my mom could have understood and supported that.

I wish I could get her laughter out of my head.