u/prettyangelkitty

I’m catholic and have been in an abusive relationship. Yet i cannot help but believe that My boyfriend has a pure soul. But his heart is ice. He is 30. I am 20. How, as a baby witch, do I send this message to him? How do I send my faithful guardian angels to guide him on the path to Enlightenment? And to protect him from the snares of the devil?

Unrelated question: Is it possible to be a devout Catholic and practice wicca? Never mind the history of the Catholic church. We all know that men cannot be trusted. Yet I still believe in the power of love, the power of sacrifices, mercy, and forgiveness, the way the story of Jesus is just told. If you know the message, you know the message.

Honestly… how do I convince my boyfriend that he should be Catholic and not be scared of me practicing witchcraft, when these evil spirits are real, but if you invite angels, you will have an army? All he has in his life have been evil spirits. And they’ve gotten to his weak mind. Like I said, i feel his pure soul but at the same time, I can feel his demonic, lost, broken, inner child, that turn so many adults into monsters. He takes on a lot of shame when he should be proud of exactly who he is.

I shouldn’t want a man’s validation. And that is why we’ve broken up. But I don’t want to call him my ex yet. I guess I just believe that I can fix him. Like he’s too arrogant to admit that I know exactly what it is that’s wrong with him and by inviting thy guardian angels, the angels will guide him.

Help!

My boyfriend has a pure soul. But his heart is ice. How, as a baby witch, do I send this message to him? How do I send my faithful guardian angels to guide him on the path to Enlightenment? And to protect him from the snares of the devil?

Unrelated question: Is it possible to be a devout Catholic and practice wicca? Never mind the history of the Catholic church. We all know that men cannot be trusted. Yet I still believe in the power of love, the power of sacrifices, mercy, and forgiveness, the way the story of Jesus is just told. If you know the message, you know the message.

Honestly… how do I convince my boyfriend that he should be Catholic and not be scared of me practicing witchcraft, when these evil spirits are real, but if you invite angels, you will have an army? All he has in his life have been evil spirits. And they’ve gotten to his weak mind. Like I said, i feel his pure soul but at the same time, I can feel his demonic, lost, broken, inner child, that turn so many adults into monsters. He takes on a lot of shame when he should be proud of exactly who he is.

I shouldn’t want a man’s validation. And that is why we’ve broken up. But I don’t want to call him my ex yet. I guess I just believe that I can fix him. Like he’s too arrogant to admit that I know exactly what it is that’s wrong with him and by inviting thy guardian angels, the angels will guide him.

Help!

it’s a war on women. I’m sick of it. Should we revolt? The patriarchy is absolutely destroying the planet. I’m a feminist that’s had prophetic dreams by following the Eightfold Path ever since idolizing Kurt Cobain during high school as he was able to face his demons by becoming a Buddhist. As a woman of eastern culture, that has seen both sides of poverty and greed (my mother grew up very poor in an abusive household while my dad was a spoiled brat mama’s boy because his dad was an addict and alcoholic while being a sleazy lawyer) It is easier for me to psychoanalyze the issue of capitalism and how socialism was a utopia of government that could be the only way it could save us now.

History tends to repeat itself and I am honestly so excited for this country to burn. We’re done burning witches. That was so long ago but of course. The consequences of mens actions will always end in bloodshed and revolution. How do we go to war you guys?

I feel the spirit of the suffering women staying still in this earth. It doesn’t help that I reside in West Texas, the soil of slaveowners and Christian nationalists. Hm. Sound familiar? It’s happening again.

The future is female.

it’s a war on women. I’m sick of it. Should we revolt? The patriarchy is absolutely destroying the planet. I’m a feminist that’s had prophetic dreams by following the Eightfold Path ever since idolizing Kurt Cobain during high school as he was able to face his demons by becoming a Buddhist. As a woman of eastern culture, that has seen both sides of poverty and greed (my mother grew up very poor in an abusive household while my dad was a spoiled brat mama’s boy because his dad was an addict and alcoholic while being a sleazy lawyer) It is easier for me to psychoanalyze the issue of capitalism and how socialism was a utopia of government that could be the only way it could save us now.

History tends to repeat itself and I am honestly so excited for this country to burn. We’re done burning witches. That was so long ago but of course. The consequences of mens actions will always end in bloodshed and revolution. How do we go to war you guys?

I feel the spirit of the suffering women staying still in this earth. It doesn’t help that I reside in West Texas, the soil of slaveowners and Christian nationalists. Hm. Sound familiar? It’s happening again.

The future is female.

I am absolutely convinced that no other family is as strange as mine. And by strange, I mean strange. Not violent, cruel, or psychotic (well maybe) but just complete and total nutjobs.

First, my parents have been divorced since I was 11. I am now 23. I haven’t lived with them in a couple years, but when I did, they were both there. They did not physically separate but they stayed together in one household as a divorced couple to raise me and my younger sibling. A year ago, I had a conversation with my mom where she told me her reasons were because my sister and I “needed our biological dad”. She thinks co-parenting or step-parenting is weird and had sought to avoid that at all costs. Obviously.

Second, my parents sleep in the same bed with my 16 turning 17 year old sister. They share a king sized mattress in the master bedroom. My sister has her own room and bed, yet she is discouraged by my mother to use it. I do not believe there is any sexual intent as my mother reasoned it to be that that was “filipino culture” where families would share a bed. But that was because they grew up poor and were not able to afford other beds! We have a 4 bedroom house by the way! I slept in their bed until 6th grade because I would stay up texting my friends and some would ask to call and I would not be able to which I quickly began to realize how weird and embarrassing it was that my mother and father were snoring next to me. I had to fight with my mom about this, and because she also spoils me and practices indulgent yet authoritarian parenting, she agreed to it. When I ask my sister why she doesn’t do the same, she simply says mom won’t let her. When I ask my mother, she just says my sister’s never brought it up or had a problem with it so everything is sunshine and rainbows for them.

Third, my mother is a germaphobe. And by germaphobe, I mean she would force me and my sister to strip down to our underwear because our clothes were contaminated with germs from school. When I would confront her about it, she just said that accepting her flaws means to truly love someone. Every day after school, she would bake us cookies or any pastry like she’s a dying grandma while we all gathered at the table, me and my sister in our underwear and bra, and my mom and dad fully clothed next to us. I have never felt ill intent from either of them, only when my dad would slap my butt I would just be confused or brushed it off as this was so incredibly normalized that this went on until high school. They would even walk in when I’m in the shower, just passing by like it was nothing. I never felt weird about it until I started living with my boyfriend and realized that he should be the only person to see me naked and in my underwear other than myself.

I would blame this normalization of nudity on my mother as she would be the one to walk naked around the house ever since I was a child. Sometimes she would even pants herself exposing her goods as a funny joke. Later I learned her dad did the exact same thing when she was younger. Today when I’ve gone over to visit, she is still walking around naked and I just look away and yell at her to cover up. Her response is laughter.

Fourth, my dad is apparently gay. My mother tells me a couple of months ago that she had found his diary when she was pregnant and in his diary he confessed to liking men. And that he even was in a relationship with a man a few years ago when my dad traveled to the Philippines for a couple of months. She didn’t know about it until later.

Fifth, while my dad was in the Philippines, my mother married her college sweetheart and brought him into the house to help take care of me and my sister. Mind you, I was 15 and my sister was in elementary school. But apparently my dad didn’t approve of him, so we were sworn to secrecy and until this day, my dad has no idea we met him and lived with him for almost a year when my dad was gone. If you’re wondering, no we did not strip to our underwear around my stepdad because according to my mom, it’s inappropriate because he isn’t my real father. Eventually him not being our real father led to her divorcing him a few years later. Now it’s like he never existed.

Fast forward to today. For the past two years, ever since my mother’s mom died, she’s become even more insufferable as she’s becoming extremely Catholic and religious like she’s been using the Bible to cope with her grief is my theory. She’s always been very religious, but now she just sounds absolutely crazy. Or maybe it’s because I moved out and I was able to see more clearly how stupidly weird my family is and she’s always been this way. Probably. But now she keeps mentioning how wrong being a homosexual is, as if she’s indirectly trying to do conversion therapy on my dad, and lectures about how wrong and demonic other religions are for not accepting Christ. It’s even more confusing because when I lived in town but was living with my boyfriend, she still forced me to come to mass with them every Sunday and I would witness my parents holding hands and I’m just like I don’t understand anything in my life right now like who are these people.

Of course I’ve considered going no contact, but something in me just doesn’t feel it’s possible. I feel so responsible for my parents emotions and I know how devastated they would feel if I cut them out of my life. They have no adult friends, no relationships with other people other than a effed up one with each other, my sister doesn’t even go out with friends, it’s like they’re all just so comfortable with this chaos. For the past year, I’ve practiced grey rocking though still trying to master it because it’s extremely difficult not to get stirred up by them, and ever since moving out I have kept minimal contact and only reach out if I need something. It’s also helped a lot that I moved out of town this past May. But yeah that’s my story thanks for reading.

These are two tickets for tomorrow! The price is 700 each (the price i bought them for) but I am willing to go as low as 500 just to get them sold. They are in section 122 Row N seats 1 and 2. They have an obstructed view but they are also aisle seats. Please please please let me know if you are interested!!!!!!

In regards to purchasing, I would prefer an in person meet up for cash or venmo transfer while facetiming.

Havent sold them yet but I’m sure a delusional arianator will jump to the chance of 100 section seats.

It makes me so sad though like a feeling similar to grief. I guess it is grief. I wanted to see Ariana. Not whoever tf this is. She looks so bad guys and I’ve been reading up on how eerie her actual concert is. I was tryna to cry happy tears not from worry that she’s gonna die at any moment!!
Like why is she doing this to yourself just why?

Her concert pictures genuinely make me want to cry. As much as her behavior angers me, as an ex fan I’ve only grown to care for her as her music and voice were once so healing to me. Sometimes they still are. I’m hoping so so so bad she gets better. And I’m so enraged at her team and family those greedy evil pigs exploiting her at this point when she severely needs a wake up call and admit herself to the hospital or some kind of rehab. I am just done.

Idk wtf this is but its pissing me off. I came on here as an ex fan to voice how I’ve no longer identified as a fan due to her problematic behavior which I have this subreddit to thank. How are takes from ex fans not welcomed? Is this just a subreddit for pure haters who have never been fans of her? Wouldn’t it be more valuable for someone who once admired an artist now understands how toxic they’ve become? Is it because I said I felt sorry for her and because I hope she gets better? Do all of you just wish Ariana death? Because that’s fucking inhumane and you’re part of the problem. We’re supposed help each other

Btw I posted this on r/raisedbynarcissists but I felt victims from enmeshed families may be able to relate to this more:

Blood is thicker than water is a line my narcissistic (but at the same time enabling) mother would always say to me to prove how family is the most important thing in the world. Well, mother, if family was so important to you, you wouldn’t have treated me like shit all of my life, and I wouldn’t be so happy to move away and live my own life away from all of her toxicity. I rant about this because I just moved 3 hours away with my boyfriend and 2 cats after graduating college and I’m so ready to live my own life, only that my mother has planned a 3 week vacation and a surprise 4 day vacation to meet my new cousin (?????!!!!) in the middle of July.

To give context, both of my parents are filipino and immigrated to the States in their 20s for nursing jobs. Filipinos have a culture similar to others where family is the number one priority. To the point where I am forced to an almost full week of vacation just to meet a baby who will have no idea who I am until about maybe 5 years down the road.

This just pisses me tf off and I’m really trying not to come off as privileged because a 3 week vacation I know sounds amazing, but it completely turns into a disaster when you’re traveling with literally your least favorite people of all time and who you consider the worst people in the world. The only thing I ever enjoy is hanging out with my little sister but other than that hell no. What seems like a fun idea of sightseeing and touring quickly becomes a nightmare when it’s with my parents. They treat me like shit the entire time, all of their toxic traits seem to become amplified when they travel, they completely step over my boundaries, which my mother already did in the first place forcing me to go on vacation without even asking me!

It’s just the fact she doesn’t even ask me, she just assumes it’ll be okay because it’s “family”! I’M SICK OF IT! It’s like I finally get the chance to be free and I’m still bound to family obligations. I’m just done. I know I can also just not go but thousands of dollars have already been spent for me. I’m anticipating that I force myself to go but grey rock method the entire time, or start treating them terribly and become visibly unhappy to ruin the mood of the vacation as they’ve done for me so many times.

How is this family? Truly how is this family? How can anyone feel at home when all of your feelings are dismissed to keep up an image, a tradition, that values only external validation rather than truly considering how your own child feels? Doesn’t make any sense to me.

Blood is thicker than water is a line my narcissistic (but at the same time enabling) mother would always say to me to prove how family is the most important thing in the world. Well, mother, if family was so important to you, you wouldn’t have treated me like shit all of my life, and I wouldn’t be so happy to move away and live my own life away from all of her toxicity. I rant about this because I just moved 3 hours away with my boyfriend and 2 cats after graduating college and I’m so ready to live my own life, only that my mother has planned a 3 week vacation and a surprise 4 day vacation to meet my new cousin (?????!!!!) in the middle of July.

To give context, both of my parents are filipino and immigrated to the States in their 20s for nursing jobs. Filipinos have a culture similar to others where family is the number one priority. To the point where I am forced to an almost full week of vacation just to meet a baby who will have no idea who I am until about maybe 5 years down the road.

This just pisses me tf off and I’m really trying not to come off as privileged because a 3 week vacation I know sounds amazing, but it completely turns into a disaster when you’re traveling with literally your least favorite people of all time and who you consider the worst people in the world. The only thing I ever enjoy is hanging out with my little sister but other than that hell no. What seems like a fun idea of sightseeing and touring quickly becomes a nightmare when it’s with my parents. They treat me like shit the entire time, all of their toxic traits seem to become amplified when they travel, they completely step over my boundaries, which my mother already did in the first place forcing me to go on vacation without even asking me!

It’s just the fact she doesn’t even ask me, she just assumes it’ll be okay because it’s “family”! I’M SICK OF IT! It’s like I finally get the chance to be free and I’m still bound to family obligations. I’m just done. I know I can also just not go but thousands of dollars have already been spent for me. I’m anticipating that I force myself to go but grey rock method the entire time, or start treating them terribly and become visibly unhappy to ruin the mood of the vacation as they’ve done for me so many times.

How is this family? Truly how is this family? How can anyone feel at home when all of your feelings are dismissed to keep up an image, a tradition, that values only external validation rather than truly considering how your own child feels? Doesn’t make any sense to me.