u/WhatevsBlondie

DO NOT RELY ON CHATGPT FOR YOUR CHART!

For a whole year, I thought I was a Libra moon. Turns out I’m a Virgo moon. I didn’t see that coming, but it makes a ton of sense now that I think about it..

😂 I feel like I don’t understand myself anymore, but maybe now I’ll understand myself more! We’ll see..

I have more Aries in my chart than I thought and Aqua.

Now I’ll be studying this for DAYS.

Just wanted to share in case anyone else here made the same mistake as me using Chat.

Hey, Fam. Hope you’re doing well!

I’m having the worst month. Bad luck, broken heart… the whole thing. I usually try to bring positivity to this sub, but right now, I just need some comfort from my fellow Pisces.

Honestly, do you ever just need a full day to CRY?
Like sitting alone, playing sad music, taking long walks, and letting it all out?

If I don’t do this, I literally cannot face the world. I feel like I'll choke on my own tears if I don't purge the pain first. People will see it, and that’s a no no for me.

I have to be completely alone to process it, understand why it hurts, and just think. I rarely share this side of myself with non Pisces. People outside our sign don't seem to feel as deeply, and they aren't easily hurt like we are.

Are any other Pisces going through it right now? How do you cope?

(I feel like after I do this, I’m a little stronger & wiser in the end)

Pisces fam:

How do you separate our intuition from overthinking?

I’ve let overthinking win many times, and I’m trying not to do that. I’m struggling with trust at the moment. Someone I care about deeply came back into my life, but I’m worried I’ll get hurt again.

I can’t tell if it’s my intuition, or if it’s overthinking- out of fear that I’ll walk away with a broken heart.
To be fair, this person isn’t aware how deep my feelings are. They obviously know that I care in a romantic way, but I haven’t clued them in on the feelings part.

I’m a Pisces 🤷🏼‍♀️ We fall hard, we love hard.

What makes this incredibly difficult for me is that they’re an online friend… one that I’ve felt a major pull towards for years now. Don’t ask me how this happened. It just did. Which is rare in my eyes.

How do you all separate overthinking vs. intuition? I want to follow my heart, but my Pisces spidey senses are useless at the moment. I can’t read someone through text.

(Thanks for reading!) 🩵🐟✨

This isn’t a message for a lost love. This is for my family. The family that doesn’t deserve to know my pain, doesn’t deserve updates about my children, doesn’t deserve to know I had to pull over in a parking lot just to catch my breath after finding all of this out.
You all never have a problem calling me when you need something. Legal trouble. Money. Advice. Favors. A connection. It’s never, “Hey sis, how are you? How are the kids?” It’s always about what you need from me or from the only consistent person in my life.

But when my father — my ONLY father — had a stroke? Nobody thought I deserved to know?

I should have been there.
I know he was looking for me.
Looking for his phone.
How could you?!

I would have been there every single day if I had known. I would’ve sat beside him from morning until visiting hours ended just like I did the last time he was hospitalized. Even when we weren’t speaking, I still showed up. Because that’s my dad. I love him.

Instead, I had to sit there wondering why he stopped answering my calls for days. I reached out to my brothers. Silence. No returned texts. Nothing.
And honestly, maybe this is punishment for finally putting my foot down. For no longer loaning money. For no longer dropping everything every time one of you got arrested, needed help, needed rides, needed favors, needed someone to clean up another mess.
The only time any of you reach out is when you need something.

And the craziest part is the one man you all constantly used for help is the same man who helped me build a real life. I left home at 17 because I couldn’t keep carrying responsibilities that never should’ve been put on me. I worked, went to college, built a family, and my husband stood beside me through all of it. A real man. A good one. Yet so many of you only saw him as someone to call when you needed help getting out of trouble. I should have recognized that sooner.

Then there’s the rest of it. The childhood all of you pretend not to remember.

You ignored us when we were kids. You ignored my brothers and me, but never my half-brother. He had things we didn’t. Stability. Nice clothes. Security. Meanwhile we were surviving however we could while the rest of you built extremely comfortable lives. Was it too hard for you all to see the truth?

You wondered why we never came around, why we didn’t want to come to parties or family gatherings. Because it was humiliating. Because we were kids carrying things children should never have to carry.
And somehow, even after all of that, I still tried.
When my grandmother was dying, I brought my son to see her because I believed he deserved to know his family. I’ll never forget the way we were looked at like strangers standing at that door. My son was excited to meet everyone. Instead, we were basically told to keep the visit short because she’d “had a long day.” Had she been conscious, she’d had held his hand, because she loved us.

My son cried on the ride home.
Now he visits her grave on his own. He jogs to the cemetery and tells me he wishes he had known her better while she was alive. Imagine hearing that from your child? God, but I’m so proud of him. His heart is beautiful, and so is his love.

I forgave my parents. I forgave my father because he needed it for his sobriety, and thank God I did because it helped heal parts of our relationship before this happened.

But all of you? You knew he had a stroke and chose not to tell me. Did you forget about me again?

That’s something I’ll never fully understand.
So instead of screaming this at all of you directly like I should, I’m throwing it into the void where nobody has to answer me. Just what I’m used to. Maybe that’s better, because none of you get access to me anymore anyway. Not my pain. Not my happiness. Not updates about my life. When the kids are on their own, I’m sure I’ll have raised them right, and they’ll send you a Christmas card. I do know one thing, they feel the rejection too, and I hate that for them.

The next time there’s legal trouble, emergencies, favors, money problems 👉 lose my number.
I’m done carrying people who never gave a damn about me/us.

And despite all of this, I already forgive you. Not because you earned it, but because I refuse to let this poison my heart any longer. Forgiveness does not mean access. It doesn’t even mean closeness. It does not mean you still get a place in my life. It also doesn’t mean that I have to like you or choose you. Because I don’t. Not after this.

I guess the old saying is true. Strangers will often treat you better than blood. Water is now thicker than blood. Go figure, right? This is exactly why I only trust myself. Why I’ve never needed anything from anybody. Never depended on anyone ever.

I will say this much: you all have taught me to love others unconditionally. For that? I thank you. I don’t ever want anyone feeling as awful as I do right now. Not ever.

I truly wish you all the best.
But from a distance.
I’m better off alone.
I always have been.

So a friend and I took a long drive and stopped at a convenience store to grab drinks before heading home. We weren’t familiar with the area, so he went inside first while I stayed in the car.

He comes back out looking surprised… and maybe a little embarrassed too (which he would never admit to 😂).

I asked what happened, and he said, “The woman working there was rude as hell. I asked where something was and she told me I could find it myself if I looked hard enough.”

But he’s telling me this while we’re already driving away, so there was nothing I could do in the moment to defend him.

So naturally… I went to their Google reviews, typed in the exact time and date, included her name, and wrote:

“Worst service everrrrrrr.”

I felt vindicated 🤭 First ever Google review.

When a Pisces loves you, we WILL stand up for you. Even if it’s 10 minutes later from the passenger seat with mobile data.