Human Stories & AMA

My (M37) son turned 6 recently and we hosted a pool party for him.  It was from noon to 3.  He had friends come over and pizza was eaten and everyone had fun. Right after I hosted a party for all my friends.  It was easier to just clean and prep the house once and I had prepared for both parties together.  There were coolers of booze at the kids party, stored behind our backyard bar, but it wasn’t out and nothing was consumed until the 2nd party crew started showing up.  

I had a few friends come over about 15 minutes early, a baseball game we all wanted to watch was on, and told them where drinks were and to help themselves.  A little before 3 the parents of one of my son's friends came to pick him up and they were clearly appalled that there was alcohol.  She told us she would have never allowed her son to come over with that present and had assumed it was a dry party since it was a kids party.  I tried explaining it was a dry party, that we were hosting back to back parties and the first drink was cracked just a few minutes ago. I hadn't consumed anything yet but she wasn't having any of my explanations.  It got real awkward and I cordially said goodbye. AITA?

My friend moved down here from New Jersey and she often bragged about how she's a Jersey girl who takes no shit, drives aggressively, and flips other drivers off when they're assholes. I warned her to quit doing that because people have guns down here (there are crazy people everywhere but gun owners are just a lot more common down here).

She didn't listen and one day a crazy guy in a truck followed her pointing a gun out the window. She minds her business now

I (32F) have been married to my husband (35M) for almost six years. We've been together for eight years.
There's something about my past that I told my husband about very early in our relationship. It wasn't something I was proud of, but I believed he deserved to know before we got serious. I told him within the first few months of dating, before we moved in together, before we got engaged, and long before marriage. I was completely honest about what happened. I answered every question he had and never tried to minimize it or pretend.
He told me at the time that he appreciated my honesty and that my past didn't define the person I was now.
We continued dating.
Eventually, we moved in together, got engaged, and married. For years, it genuinely wasn't an issue.
Until recently. My husband and I got into an argument over something completely unrelated, and suddenly he brought up the thing from my past. He said that knowing what I'd done made him question whether he should have married me.
I reminded him that he did know. He said that knowing something when you're dating is different from actually living with someone and realizing what it means.
I told him I understood that people can change their minds, but he doesn't get to act like I deceived him. He said I was being defensive. I told him I'm not defending what happened in my past. I'm defending the fact that I was honest with him about it.
I didn't hide it, I didn't wait until after we were married to tell him. I gave him the information and let him make his own decision. And he chose me.
He keeps saying, "I didn't understand what I was getting into."
But I don't know what else I could have done. I told him the truth before he made any serious commitment to me. He now wants me to apologize for "putting him in this position."
I told him I would apologize for any hurt caused by the current argument, but I won't apologize for being honest about something he knowingly accepted years ago. That made him extremely angry.
He told me I was acting like he had no right to change his mind.
What he doesn't have the right to do is punish me for information I gave him honestly before he made the decision to marry me.
Now he's sleeping in the guest room and telling people that he feels like our marriage was built on something he wasn't prepared for.
I'm honestly devastated because I love this man and I don't want our marriage to end.
At the same time, I don't think it's fair for me to spend the rest of my life apologizing for something I disclosed honestly eight years ago.
I keep wondering if I'm being too rigid about this.
AITA for telling my husband that he knew about my past from the beginning and that I don't think it's fair for him to blame me now?

I (30F) have been with my boyfriend (43M) for 10 years. He has two children who have recently moved in with us full time (6 months ago).

The whole time we have been together, I have been expected to pay half of all bills, (rent, food, electricity, water etc). Recently, since his kids have moved in full time, the bills have increased massively. This month alone, I have spent over £100 on his youngest child's school clothes.

My boyfriend makes twice my salary and their mum refuses to pay any money toward them whatsoever. My boyfriend will not ask his children's mum for child support as he does not want to deal with the kick back.

He is happy to have me continue paying this money. The problem comes that I am now completely out of money and have had to dip into a credit card.

I don't believe it's fair to make me pay for all this, when he earns twice what I do and their mum doesn't pay a penny.

This has all come to a head when I was forced to sell my camera to make back some of the money. I arranged a sale, booked a collection, packaged the camera, found a box, printed out the return label, gave my boyfriend an hour window and left it on the dining table ready for him to give to the post man. He missed the doorbell and so I lost out on the money I had. I was left crying in my car and wondering how I was going to pay for anything. He offered to send me the money but all I can think about is that he is the reason I am in this situation in the first place.

I told him I wanted to move out as I am struggling financially and he has tried to spin it round and act like I am abandoning him because he now has to look after his kids full time.

AITA for not thinking it is fair for my boyfriend and his ex to expect me to support their children when he makes double what I make and she won't pay a penny towards the kids?

Basically what the title says.

My (17F) sister (20F) had an interview yesterday for a internship/placement for an animation company- this company specifically works with her University and only gives out 1 job a year. Essentially, she'd take a year off school to work with them, then return and graduate the year after. It's full time and paid, and if the company are impressed they can potentially offer a job once she graduates. My sister's an incredible animator and there is absolutely no way she won't get the job- except for one thing: how she dresses.

I'm not insulting her or trying to 'dim her sparkle' in anyway, but my sister dresses very uniquely. Her style consists of bright colours, tons of patterns, only vintage/thrifted items, and the ugliest jewellery known to man. I don't really like her style, but my sister has dealt with bullying her whole life and its exciting to see her finally let go of people's opinions of her. However, I think she's lost the average person's understanding of 'casual' in the process.

The issue at hand started yesterday when my sister told me that our Mum was urging her to dress more professional for her interview. My Mum has worked at a very traditional office job for the past 20 odd years and works in a leadership position where she oversees a small group of people. Essentially, professional clothes and interviews are kinda her thing.

My sister, however, wasn't happy with my Mum and asked me to tell her to stop. Unfortunately, I agreed with our Mum. I told my sister it wouldn't be horrible if she wore something plainer for her interview, as people were extremely judgemental and could feel she was being disrespectful if she wore something totally crazy. As I was speaking I watched her get more upset and I (regretfully) kept going, and eventually suggested she maybe borrow something from Mum, who has countless plain but cute tops to wear. My sister got very upset.

She accused me of trying to change her or 'make her normal' and also said how animation was different from other jobs and her interviewers/future co-workers would probably be dressed very casually. To me, this isn't true. In my opinion, the career doesn't matter- you dress professionally to an interview.

She continued to get upset as I explained this and cut me off and told me to stop. I immediately turned and left her room without a word. I was very upset as I was just trying to help her and she kept disagreeing with me. The main problem came when I went to bed early (very upset) and she went and told all of this to our parents, though, according to my Mum, with a very different series of events.

I've been in a bad mood all day, and due to some mood issues I've been having, have started a spiral down into a considerably 'bad week.' However, I've started wondering if I was being rude for asking her to dress nice and should maybe apologise.

AITA?

I ran into Food Lion on my lunch break to grab some quick grub. It was pretty busy, but there were 3 full service registers open and 1 express “12 items or less” register. The full service registers were pretty backed up with several people with full carts and the express register had a couple people with a handful of items.

I only had 4 things, so I start heading to the express checkout. As I’m making my way over, I see a lady pushing a nearly overflowing cart towards the registers. She was ahead of me and I saw her pause, look at the full service register lines and how busy they were.

Then I saw her look at the express lane. She saw only a couple people in it with a few groceries. I watched her look up and read the “express 12 items or less” sign before she looks back over at full service. I could practically see when she made the judgement call, and she headed over to the express lane.

By this time, she and I are almost getting there at the same time, so she speeds up and maneuvers her cart in a way that cuts me off and she basically “butts” in front of me with her full-ass cart.

The cashier was helping a customer check out, so the lady already started unloading several of her groceries before the cashier noticed her cart. She told the lady it was an express lane with 12 or fewer items, but the lady ignored her and said the other lanes are too busy so she came over because there’s hardly anyone here. Meanwhile I’m standing behind her holding my 4 items.

The cashier wasnt having it. She sees me behind the lady and flags me to come up so she can quickly check me out. I squeeze past the lady who is now huffing and puffing, and she muttered something like “I didn’t know it was the express lane and it’s not that serious.” (That’s a lie, I saw her read the sign and go for it anyway).

Meanwhile another person with only 1 item lines up behind the lady with the full cart. The cashier waves him up to check out in front of her too, and the lady got more huffy and started muttering that she’s being treated unfairly lol.

After him there was a lull and the cashier did her best to check out the lady as fast as possible before anyone else came up. But it was nice to see the express lane being enforced like that. Most cases the cashiers don’t say anything when someone with a full cart comes thru an express lane (and I don’t blame them for that) but I appreciate the no-nonsense cashier not putting up with it and prioritizing people who are trying to quickly grab a couple items and go.

I was wondering if everybody would tell me their honest confessions, which they haven't told anyone yet, or very few people know about it (no judgments).

My friend (19F) and I (18F) went to a concert together last weekend. It was about an hour from where we live, and we agreed beforehand that we were sticking together and leaving together.

Halfway through the concert she started talking to this guy near us. I didn’t really care and was doing my own thing, but eventually I realized they were both gone.

I texted her asking where she was. Nothing.
Called her twice. Nothing.

After like 20 minutes she finally texted me saying she was outside with him and to stop worrying about her.

I asked if she was coming back because the concert was almost over. She said “idk probably.”

Concert ends. Still no sign of her.
I called her again and she declined it.

I waited around for almost 45 minutes while everyone was leaving. I texted her one last time saying I was leaving in 10 minutes if she didn’t come back.
Nothing.

So I left.

About 30 minutes into my drive home she started blowing up my phone asking where I was.

Apparently the guy had left and she came back to where we were parked expecting me to still be there.

She ended up having to call her mom to come get her.
Now she’s furious because we specifically agreed we wouldn’t leave each other, especially being that far from home.

I told her that agreement goes both ways. I’m not standing in an empty concert parking lot indefinitely because she disappeared with some guy and kept ignoring me.

She says I should’ve never left without physically knowing she had a safe way home.

I do feel bad that her mom had to drive an hour to get her, and I know girls are supposed to look out
for each other in situations like that.

But I also gave her multiple chances to come back.
AITAH?

I'm extremely unattractive, ugly even. I've even posted many times here in the amiugly subreddit and I've gotten downvoted and some really harsh comments on my looks. My problem is I have terrible jaw issues-- I had braces put in before my jaws had fully developed and so my midface basically collapses due to lack of facial support. So I have a recessed midface and a very narrow lower jaw. To add insult to injury the left and right halves of my face look like they belong to different faces. They don't align at all and are completely different. And this isn't just my assessment. I've been told this by doctors too. The two sides even move differently and while the average person won't catch it, their initial impression would be that something is really off. So my entire face just looks super weird. I even sound weird.

I have anterior pelvic tilt and really large thighs so my body is weird, and of course it had to be topped off with severe hair loss and almost no eyelashes. I could star in the freak show segment of a circus. I went through life seeing guys hit on every girl I was with and humor me. Some wouldn't even look at me, they would talk to the pretty girl and just pretend I didn't exist. Others would talk to me only when they were drunk. My husband was the first guy to even remotely give me attention and tell me I was beautiful. This was almost at 28. By then I had started to develop some nerve issue on one side of the face and the asymmetry was getting more and more prominent, and no guys liked me while being in the arranged marriage process so I married my husband. But I hate being in photos, I'm very conscious of showing my face in public. I still try but I feel like crumpling up and crying every time I see my photo.

I even tried dance performance series and you know how many times they cut me out of the dance videos ? In 200 photos I would probably be in 2 or 3 of them. It's like the entire universe telling me how ugly I am. I'm now 35 and I want to get my jaws and face fixed but I don't know if they can fix everything. Even at my wedding the photographer complained they couldn't get any good photos, because in addition to everything I had bad allergies too and so I looked even worse. To this day we don't have even one wedding photo or any photo of mine hung up in the house.

Hopefully that makes sense.

One thing for me is cosplay. I don't ever see myself doing cosplay. But, it's incredible to see what outfits/costumes other individuals create. People are so talented.

I just don't... care. Everything is organized around that visit right now. I spent 6 hours in a catatonic episode, then came out of it myself. The treatment is highly standardized and pretty much any psychiatrist can diagnose the condition, considering that I had pretty much every symptom of hypokinetic catatonia. I was aware the entire time and all they really did was run irrelevant tests and act like I was unconscious while my fiancé kept telling them about my history of catatonic episodes, and how (1) I was conscious and aware and (2) they should call down a psychiatrist.

They discharged me with a catatonia diagnosis, they just didn't treat me for it. Which is great, considering that actual treatment doesn't end with the cessation of a stupor: APA guidelines say 24-48 hours of IV lorazepam is the clinical indication. Not that I expected to be sent home with an IV, but somehow I expected them to actually help me, they did absolutely nothing except for act useless and dehumanize me, and they diagnosed me with a condition they never bothered to treat me for.

I see a psychiatrist who specializes in complex cases on Friday about the recurrent catatonia. I moved up the appointment because of the ER visit. I just don't... care. I've got no idea why I haven't maxed out my credit cards, or something. I asked my old therapist if we could do a single session just to see if they might be able to help me get my head right. I'm looking for a new therapist but essentially choosing based on entertainment value: I ended up emailing someone whose entire practice is Halloween-themed. Who gives a shit if they're good? I don't. Fuck me up, Dr. Pumpkin Spice.

It's getting a little better, slowly. I know what's indicated for an acute post-traumatic stress response: a short-term 6-session exposure therapy or EMDR protocol. But I don't want to do that, so instead I'm arranging a consultation with the therapist I am referring to as Halloween Lady, because why the fuck not? Maybe she's good. When I saw that her website was Halloween-themed, I was really hoping there'd be signs that she was an entertaining and unprofessional train wreck, but unfortunately she seems to have actual standards.

I got my PCL-5 score (a scale of PTSD severity) from 68 to 25 over 2 years. Now it might end up back to being clinically significant and I might be considered to have CPTSD again. I can't wait! I really just didn't have enough to deal with. The world is an empty place where nothing matters and you'll never be treated like a human, recovery isn't real, and I'll never lead a meaningful life where I'm anything but cripplingly disabled.

Logically, I know that recovery is real because I've more-or-less done it. Emotionally, everything and everyone on Earth can just go and fuck itself, and nothing has any meaning or value or point, and the world is a cruel place that's random and chaotic and horrible.

I really don't want to hear about how our brave emergency workers did everything right in their fucking clown makeup. This is literally impossible considering how I was diagnosed with a medical condition that I didn't get treated for, they didn't listen to my fiancé's clear explanation of my symptoms and medical history of diagnosed catatonic states, and somehow 6 hours is just too long to call down a psychiatrist for one of the only conditions in psychiatry known to have direct morbidity.

I'd call it a pipeline for iatrogenic harm, but that implies any actual health care was performed, when all they really did was stick me in a bed and consider giving me one of the very specific drugs that are most likely to induce malignant catatonia, which, judging by my total lack of treatment, probably would've just killed me. I'd like to personally thank every single medical professional involved in fucking up this entire situation with absolutely no reason to do so, and for destroying my mental health and putting me in this state where nothing matters and my entire life feels ruined.

I'm going to go cry again now. I spend a lot of my time crying since Sunday.

I really thought that the emergency room would help me. Instead I was violated, dehumanized, medically neglected, and thrown out of the hospital with discharge instructions to... follow up with the people I already had appointments with. Dr. Useless is really doing a stand-up job over at the clown hospital.

I feel so remorseful for this, and I genuinely need to confess because it’s eating me up alive. I feel terrible for it because I know it’s not just a harmless fantasy, it started out as me seeking older porn and I fell into this niche rabbit hole by starting to watch gay porn made in Eastern Europe in the 1990s.. it fulfils this niche craving in the moment, but god do I feel sick. I’m pretty sure none of those men wanted to be there and just did it for the money, I’m sure they were probably exploited because they desperately needed that money, but I still watch it. I’m such a hypocrite, and worst of all is I want to be against it so badly and I say that I am and stand against it, but I still come back to watch it because I like the material. I’ve looked into it so many times as to why it’s morally terrible, I’ve read into the circumstances and still. I want to be against this so badly, it goes against my morals and I feel so sick I could throw up. The worst part is I’m from the West and I’m middle class so I’m sure it’s exploitation and poverty porn in every sense of the word. I guess it’s technically not illegal material, but I feel so terrible inside.

It makes me want to die with how bad I feel over it, I don’t know what’s wrong with me. I feel so ashamed. When I think about how I’m probably feeling pleasure at their expense, or worse, some part of me likes it because of that(I hope that’s not true but it’s my worst fear.)

I'm currently 17, so I was around 11 when COVID happened. I obviously don't have the perspective of someone who experienced much of adult life before COVID, but even with that, I still feel like something changed after it.
I don't know, but life before and after COVID feels strangely different. Sometimes, it feels like we all died during COVID and are just living in some weird version of hell now.
I'm curious if people who were actually adults / older before COVID feel this too, and if so, whether they think it's just part of growing up or if the lockdown period genuinely changed something.

I, F33, separated from my husband a few months ago. It was a hard decision but I'm really glad I did it and I've been thriving ever since. I tried for years to fix it, and the relationship was over in my mind for a long time before I was in a position where I could end it and support myself on my own. I basically grieved my marriage while I was still in it, was in therapy and all that, and still am in therapy just to do routine mental health care. And I am doing pretty well all things considered.

I am taking time to try new things, spend time alone, etc, but I also was missing out on so much during my marriage that I like going on dates and exploring new people. I'm not particularly broadcasting that because it's no one's business.

Some info about my boss, we'll call her T. She is a big time mother hen. Always in everyone's business, always inserting herself and asking personal and unnecessary questions.

Anyway, I was having lunch with T the other day and she asked how I was adjusting with my divorce. I said I'm actually doing really well and I'm really happy. She nods and proceeds to tell me how "happy she is for making this choice and deciding to be single for a few years." Mind you, I have never mentioned anything about that. In fact, I have barely talked to her about it in general.

So I kind of laugh off her statement and said "Well I certainly won't be doing THAT but it is nice to be able to focus on just myself."

She looks at me all concerned and confused, and goes on to say how its important for me to figure out how to be independent and not need a man. I'm now getting a little frustrated because I have always been pretty independent and have been paying my own bills and almost all of the house bills for the past decade. I don't rely on anyone for anything. I explain all of this to her and she still insists I should not get involved with any men for a "minimum of three years" and that I "will probably just prefer never dating anyone again anyway."

I try to keep my composure and explain that I appreciate her intentions, but that I'm going to do whatever I think is best for me and explore my life as I see fit. She gives me a look and says "Well, clearly you need some guidance because at one point you thought marrying your ex was what was best for you."

That's when I lost it. I stood up and told her to mind her business, stop treating me like a child, and to keep her outdated and rude advice to herself because I never asked for it.

I didn't talk to her for the rest of the day and fortunately worked from home the day after. The next time I was back in office, I found out she had told all of this to some of the other older women in the office who all felt the need to take her side and start harassing me about "respecting myself and staying single" for a long time. Then told me I owed T an apology for my reaction to her.

I was so mad that I just told them it wasn't any of their business and closed my office door. AITA for my reaction?

I’m 22F and my sister is 24F. My grandparents live a few states away, so we didn’t see them all the time, but I’ve always been extremely close to my grandpa. I’ve always been a grandpa girl, so losing him has been really hard.
My grandpa passed away unexpectedly around July 5th-6th while my grandma was visiting us for the 4th of July. She went home a few days later and found him.
I know my grandma lost her husband and everyone grieves differently. I’m not expecting her to grieve the same way we do. But some of the things that happened afterward have really changed how I feel about her.
Once she was allowed back into the house, she immediately started getting rid of my grandpa’s clothes and belongings. By the time my dad drove several states away to help her, a lot of his stuff was already gone.
When I got there for the funeral, the house didn’t even smell like him anymore. His things were gone and it honestly felt like he had never been there. It was heartbreaking.
My sister and I were also barely able to keep anything of his. Anything we DID get was only because my dad put it in his truck before my grandma could get rid of it.
My grandma told my sister she could have a hand-carved top that belonged to my grandpa. My sister was really happy about it. The next day, my grandma decided to give it to someone else instead. She didn’t even tell my sister, she just told my dad and assumed he would pass it along.
She also kept accusing us of stealing things. She would ask things like “who stole my checkbook?” while looking at us, even though it was in her purse. There were multiple accusations like this. Meanwhile, an estranged family member who was actually there DID take things, and she basically didn’t care.
The hardest part was how it felt like nobody else’s grief mattered. Whenever my dad or someone else would cry, she would say, “That’s my husband.” I understand that he was her husband, but he was also our dad and grandpa. It felt like she was dismissing everyone else’s loss.
She also showed up late to his celebration of life and left early to get food. That night, my sister and I stayed at the house with her, and she went out with a friend to get ice cream.
There are more details, but these are most of the major things.
I know grief can make people act differently and I know she is hurting. I just don’t know what exactly to do. It’s been a little bit at this point and of course more things have happened but I just don’t feel how I used to about her anymore sadly.
So, AITAH for pulling away and not checking in on my grandma

I 27F have been with my boyfriend 35M for 6 months(we'll call him Jeff...fake name btw). He’s divorced and has two kids, 7yr old and 13. He has shared custody with his ex wife. Idk much about her but they seem to co-parent well. I have not been introduced to his kids as his gf yet, and that’s fine by me. I’m a math teacher, and his 13yo has been struggling in math. He asked if I could tutor him. So right now his kids know me as the math tutor, we’ve had 5 tutoring classes so far.

My sister (19F) goes to college about 30 minutes away from where I live. Her last exam ended Wednesday at 6:30. We planned for me to pick her (and all of her dorm stuff) up. Then drive to our parents place (3hr away), Thurs-Sun we had a family camping trip. Jeff knew all about the trip. He asked if I could tutor on Wednesday, I said yes but I’d need to leave by 6 to pick up my sister, he understood.

I get to Jeff’s at 4:45, I and the 13yo get to tutoring. Jeff goes to start dinner at 5:30 and realizes he’s out of milk. He said he was going to the store at the end of the street. 20 mins later he isn’t back so I text him, he said he’d be home in a minute, he had to make another stop. Another 10 mins went by and he’s not back. We wrapped up tutoring and the 13yo went to play with 7yo. I tried calling Jeff and he wasn't picking. By 6:15 I was annoyed. I checked his location on Snapchat and saw he’s at a restaurant 3 miles away. I texted him and told him I saw where he was, and he needs to come home because I need to leave now. He responds that his brother had car trouble, and he had to pick him up but they’re coming back right now. At 6:35 my sister texted that she’ll be ready soon. Jeff’s location hadn’t changed.

I told the kids their dad was out helping their uncle and I have to leave, but I can’t leave them alone, so we need to call their mom. The oldest gave me the number and I called her and explained the situation. She came right over and was clearly annoyed with Jeff. We checked his location at 7 and he was still at the restaurant. She said she’d stay with the kids, I left at 7:15.

At 7:38pm Jeff texted saying “sorry this is going to take awhile. Order pizza for you and the kids and I’ll pay you back.” I didn’t see that text until I got to the dorms to pick my sister up, and by then I was so pissed I didn’t bother responding.

At 9:45 Jeff called me and angrily asked me why did I had to call his ex. He said this was going to cause custody issues for him, he was helping his brother out in an emergency and thought my sister and I could be understanding. He never communicated that with me though. I tried to apologize/explain and he just told me I have no idea how much I “fucked up” his life and then hung up on me. I sent him a text the next days to see if he’d calmed down and would explain what happened, but he only replied to tell me what a mess I’d made of his life.

I think I might have messed up because I didn’t tell Jeff I was calling his ex. AITA?

i am so tired of seeing the same faces over and over again in the big screen. this is stupid but idk i crave new faces, new talents, new directors, new ideas. independent movies are rarely shown where i live. also, i'm paying like 5 streaming platforms, and the movies i want to watch (mostly old indie movies) are nowhere to be found or i have to pay "premium" in addition to the subscription. whyyyyyy

what are your fav lesser known movies?

What does that really mean in real life?

I see many people getting away with horrible acts instead of being punished for it. Isn't that unfair?!?!

The expression doesn't really live up to its own, does it?

She’s old. Probably at least 13-14 years old. She’s still pretty active for her age, she likes playing and can still climb up and down her cat tree. I think my bed is getting hard to be on though because I have hardwood floors and jumping probably hurts her joints.

But for a while now she has been coming into my room at night and just is screaming. Wandering out. Coming back to scream. She’ll walk back and forth a lot too. When I start playing with her her interest lasts a few minutes max and then she is done and out of my room again. At some point in the night she calms down to sleep. In the day she is mostly sleeping too.

So I looked up the signs vets use.

Vocalization. Yes.
Interactions. Pulling away but becoming very clingy
Sleep cycle. She is pacing at night and sleeping all day.
House soiling. Not really. Only when the litter box gets missed with its cleaning.
Disorientation. I haven’t noticed.
Activity. Less playing
Learning and memory. Good there, she knows her names and nicknames and knows where her food is.

I don’t know if what she is experiencing is dementia or old age, she would have to go to a vet.

It makes me so sad though because she is getting old and she is my childhood pet. I love her so much and just having her in the same room brings me peace. She makes me feel less alone when I’m struggling with my loneliness. Her cuteness brightens up my mood so much. I don’t want her to die even though I know it’s getting closer.

I check her breathing every now and then because I’m so paranoid. I keep imagining she’ll live as long as I do too which is a hard dream to be crushed.

[supprimé]