i feel crazy; i don't know if i'm in the wrong, but i feel like she's crashing out at me for no reason. did i do something? every time she texts me i can just feel myself tensing up.

for context, I told her she can’t bring him and then she started claiming it was so she didn’t have to be alone because she won’t sit with the rest of my actual family due to an unreasonable grudge she’s held against my aunt for almost a decade. Her boyfriend is a junkie who beats her and chokes her and has absolutely no involvement in my life, and she herself has very little so she was lucky that I was going to even allow her to come in light of past events.

So my mother has always spoken about us kids like this. My brother (16 : green) has been wanting a symbolic tattoo for our great grandpa that passed away when we were young. Our mother had set up an appointment a week and a half before he was to go to Florida with his friend. They're going for the beach so I reach out to him with aftercare issues as I have quite a few tattoos. At the end of our conversation he had decided himself that he wanted to wait off on it, which I supported because there's no rush.

She calls me at work tipsy and cussing up a storm about how I need to talk to him (and practically force him into this) because the artist and her were going out of their way for this. I told her no as I had spoken to him about the aftercare and this was his decision. I told her to go in his place and she said "yeah I think I will!" all smug. (She wants our sister : red on* her)

This text was after I had gotten home from work and she was still going. Continued on with her ramblings, cussing out another sister (18) and such.

Context: last week I was kicked out by my mom at 17 over a conversation about her boyfriend, who treats her and me like shit, shes gotten back with him 5 times after he stole our car, screamed in my face walked in on me in the shower 3 times and also was emotionally abusive, I stood up for myself against her bcs she was defending him so shes kicked me out after I swore at her, im currently staying with a friend from college as he was the closest and the one person I trust as I wokr with him and his mum is lovely.

Now my mom gave her money to keep me, and is getting irate at the fact she hasn't gave it to me, which I can understand but also she has been doing alot me and I dont need money as I have my own income its small but enough for necessitys. Ive explained this and she isn't having it, ive tried to be reasonable but she doesn't understand respect and honestly goes both ways

Mother is going off today. I was driving to the store and I made a driving mistake, so my mother starts giving me shit for it. She wouldn't stop and I couldn't focus on driving so I told her to shut up. As a result of this she punched me in my arm, which was already sore from working at my landscaping job. She acted like it's completely okay and to make matters worse my grandmother enabled her behavior. One of the rare occasions where I managed to get home to my room in time to get a photo before the mark faded away. This happens pretty regularly when I drive and on top of being straight up abusive it's very dangerous that we are on the road and she decides to hit my arm while I'm focused on the road.

Some context I haven't contacted her since I was little She left when I was two she is physically unable to pay child support and I can't remember her name. I don't know what she's thinking and I hope Her other kids don't have to deal with this wherever they are

I honestly don’t know what she saw from her side because she hasn’t been responding to me. But I guess this might’ve happened because while my mom was washing my water bottle for school, I went to the kitchen sink to clean my cat’s bowl. She said, “I’m using the sink,” and I think I just left the kitchen and went to the bathroom to clean it. Maybe she took that as me getting mad?

I swear to God, I genuinely didn’t feel any type of way about it. I was and still am so confused because I genuinely didn’t think anything of it. I just left normally after that, said bye, and went on with my day.

I don’t know why the fuck she wants me to hate her so bad. I actually can’t. As I’m typing this I’m hiding in my school stall lol. I actually can’t, I don’t wanna live in that house. Does she want me to kill myself??? Probably she said it herself lol I fucking can’t. I don’t know anymore if Im allowed not to smile every time she says something or else she’ll take it as me having a bad attitude.

Hi everyone. I’ve posted about my dad before, a few years ago now. I do not talk to him and any info I get about him is through my mom and sister. I have been no contact with him for 4+ years I think.

My dad loves Orange Cheeto. My sister has told me my dad thinks I am an alien or a clone.

Rich people control the weather. The earth is flat too… Also there are ice walls at the end of the earth. All things he apparently believes.

Apparently sometime after posting this on fb he called my mom at work. She ignored the first call then answered the second.

He said he quit his job. I don’t know if he actually did or not. It has not been confirmed. The bad part is, is that I am on that insurance…
(I do have a job so I can get insurance if needed.)

My sister told me my mom wasn’t even sure about telling us about my dad maybe not having a job. Like wtf. That really affects us.

I hope someone actually looks at this post…When I was younger my dad was not a conspiracy obsessor like this.
But he hasn’t been a great dad regardless.

People may remember I made a post of the messages I received from my mother that was very flip flopping from love bombing to being manipulative then love bombing again.

Well, the messages didn’t end. Called me out in a group text with my husband, messaged me on social media.

Well, I just sent a text to my mother this morning stating that the incessant messages from her(on social media and text) are overwhelming. I voiced my concerns. Gave outlets of what she can do to manage her emotions and stress. And set a boundary.

I’m not upset that she says “hi, how are you?” I’m upset that it always has to lead to demanding attention, venting, complaining, and then getting loads of love bombing messages then angry messages and then getting another “hi, how are you doing?” as if just the last text wasn’t problematic. She gossips to me about my siblings. She complains about my brother who lives at home. She is acting like none of her kids keep contact. I last spoke to her April 28th. I offered her to come over for lunch. She declined.

She does nothing all day. She’s retired. She can drive, has a car, and refuses to go anywhere. She has no friends, talks to no family, and has no hobbies. I suggest she find better outlets and voicing I’m not the outlet. She, to no surprise, thinks I’m attacking her.

For someone who goes to see her doctor EVERY week now all of a sudden doesn’t want to see a doctor to manage her influx of fluctuating emotions, her irritability, and simply to talk to someone. That tells me she doesn’t want to change.

And just as I thought…she just wanted a response and then spins it into me attacking her. Now I may be biased that I don’t think I said anything attacking. But if I did, should I still respond to this text?

I feel like I shouldn’t. But maybe I’m wrong. I don’t know anymore. I’m so drained

Some context (there’s a lot of other detail so if anything is confusing I can clarify)-

My mom keeps sending me links and phone number resources for housing. I don’t know where I’m going to live after July 31st and I’m going to consult an attorney about whether I can press charges against my apartment/“dorm” for medical discrimination (they’re refusing to allow me to renew my lease). They refuse to give me anything in writing or email about it despite my requests.

Anyway, my plans for school and my foreseeable future have been totally derailed by all of that so my mom is in full panic mode and sending me links and resources left and right. She says she’s just trying to help but the way that she is doing it is extremely stressful and overwhelming and she is acting like the sky is going to fall if I don’t look at all of these resources right this second RIGHT NOW. I’ve repeatedly told her to stop doing it and today I was so done with it so the text exchange ensued.

I don’t have any money saved now because it’s been used towards rent, gas, and other necessary expenses. Living with my parents is not an option because my dad abused me and I have CPTSD from childhood. I’m haven’t been in contact with him since September 2025 and I have no plans or desire to contact him ever again. I’ve tried to maintain a relationship with my mom but it’s exhausting. I’ve had to set boundaries multiple times regarding her telling me things my dad has said (about me, her, or anything in general because I don’t need to hear it). A few months ago she brought me groceries (she’s been occasionally buying me groceries, since she has offered to and I took her up on it) and told me not to say anything to my dad about her buying me groceries because he threatened to divorce her if she supported me financially in any way. She already knew that I wasn’t talking to him so I got upset with her and reminded her of that boundary. Since then she’s been following that one.

However, she just takes any other boundaries I set as suggestions she can choose to take or leave, or she will follow them for a bit, then toe the line until I get frustrated and remind her of said boundary.

Today I put my foot down more strongly and for the love of God I can’t get her to just say “I will respect your boundaries.” I meant what I said and if she doesn’t tell me that and then follow through, I will also be going no-contact with her. She enabled my dad’s abuse and we had an argument when I got diagnosed with CPSTD because I was disgusted and extremely angry with her for not protecting me from him or getting me out of the situation. They are married and live together.

As for the “‘woe is me being a parent is hard I’m a terrible mother’” remark I made, she has done that several times to guilt-trip me into backing down when I’m upset with her.

Side note- “Beeboos” refers to my two birds who are ESAs.

I have no contact with my mum. I have two sisters who are low contact with her. Yesterday I got a random message saying "This isn't right" with no context, I did not respond as I suspected it was a random manipulation attempt.

Sister A then forwards me the black screen shot, asking if I knew anything. I told her about my message and how it seems suspicious, considering she only told one of us and I wouldn't be surprised if she's fishing for a reaction. Well sister B (white screenshot) also reached out to my mum for more info as she stopped responding to sister A after dropping "I have cancer". Our mother then admitted it isn't even true and she wanted attention. She then tried to frame herself as a victim who was being isolated for no reason.

For additional context we lost our grandad to cancer 3 years ago, my husband lost his mum to cancer 10 years ago and sister A's partner lost their dad a couple months ago... so yeah, couldn't imagine her getting much lower/crazier.

Last week I had my first baby. My mom and I have not been on good terms for the whole pregnancy (well before that really), since she’s a raging narcissist and super emotionally immature and toxic, as well as an alcoholic. I have made other posts about texts she’s sent me as well.

She knew I was being induced, and started texting me this. I felt she was trying to make the experience all about her, with talking about when she had me, and just hammering me with questions and being very bothersome. So then a little while later, my aunt (her sister, who she is always fighting with) texted me and told me that my mom made a public Facebook post about me being in the hospital giving birth, without asking my permission. The post said: “My beautiful daughter is laying in a hospital awaiting the birth of her son (name)! I've been way too emotional all day thinking about my baby girl having her first baby! I've had tears anxiety etc! My sweet (my name) is making me a grandma to her son!”

This absolutely infuriated me and my husband. For her to post my private information and put the baby’s name out there like that without asking me first is just unacceptable to me. So I texted her about it and you can see her response. She decided to use this as a reason to tell me all the bad things my aunt has supposedly said about my husband. I’m not sure what any of that has to do with her making that post. My aunt told me the next day the post was still up so she never removed it, despite me and also my husband asking her to remove it. And then telling me I’m gullible. She’s texting me all this while I’m literally in the hospital in labor! I cannot imagine doing this to my child.

So after that last text I blocked her and haven’t talked to her since. I did not tell her about the birth and I absolutely don’t feel comfortable with her seeing my son. This situation is so hard, but I can’t allow her to impact my child’s life negatively.

This is from back in 2021. For context: I was 20m (now 26m) and in school full time, commuting 2 hours each way and still made time for a job doing overnights at ye ol’ McDonald’s—I cannot say it was at my mother’s insistence, but rather the ultimatum she gave 17 year old me of ‘you either go to college or get out’. She has raised me solo, and our relationship has always been rather strained in some places and nonexistent in others, that has been the case since I was as young as 7 (I would give examples but as I’m new to the sub I’d rather take my chance at giving light to that as an edit or in the replies to make sure I’m not violating anything. Some of that shit is intense, and frankly some of it I can’t touch mentally without falling apart).

Things have not been better with her in recent months, as we’ve been butting heads over my choice back then to leave school in favor of my mental health, and the resulting ‘what about your future’ conversations have been a daily argument starter. I have been using the time out of school to build my funds to hopefully go no contact with her in a few years time, I realized that no matter how I’ve explained my struggles to her and how the aggression between us has shaped my life—she does not care.

She claims she has been nothing but supportive of me, and that I am ‘a liar and will always be a liar’ in her eyes in the same breath, even after showing her the same message above as physical proof that is not the case. I keep that screenshot as a motivator and reminder that I’m not leaving behind someone in my corner, but someone who has actively and knowingly been cruel to me, and keeps pinning all of the faults in our relationship solely on me without any accountability for her own actions.

At the time, when she sent that? I didn’t even reply. I didn’t have any real will to if I’m being honest. “Why are you here?” and the first thing on my mind was ‘I don’t know, I’m sorry.’

Never again man. Never again.

I’m 18, but I feel like I’ve lived 3 lifetimes. My parents abused me since I was 7 years old. My dad watched me while I slept with a loaded g*n, threatened to 🪦 me over trivial things. Then my mother came around, gaslit me to oblivion and told me I would be the reason my father 🪦 himself. I spent most of my childhood building myself up to escape that house. I earned a 4 year army ROTC scholarship to a Senior Military College, and made sure my college was paid for. I found my wife when I was 11, and dated her up until the day I turned 18 and we sealed the deal. The days before I left I had a massive argument with my parents, I told them I felt no love for them beyond basic human empathy, that I never trusted them. I said maybe if they gave me space in my first semester to process my life, I would go to family therapy and try to build the bridge that was never there. Initially they agreed, but when I told my mother I wanted to bring my wife (she still thinks she my gf) up for family weekend (because my school is a military college we basically have a boot camp for the whole first semester), she flipped out and said she tried to ruin the family (my wife just went to her foster mother about my abusive parents). She went behind my back to try to get my wife on the streets (she was leaving foster care and had benefits lined up, but my mother tried to get DCF to revoke them if she moved into an apartment with an elderly friend of ours. Keep in mind my wife is a diabetic so she would be at risk of death on the street. My mother almost succeeded if it weren’t for my wife’s state provided attorneys. After this I told my mother to stay away from my school, and not to come up for family weekend. My mom proceeded to attempt a complete dismantling of my adult independence. I had a signed agreement with my grandmother to have authorized usership on her credit card (she has an 825 credit score and perfect history on that card); my mother manipulated my granny into revoking that, plummeting my credit score down to a miraculous “3”, which apparently is a placeholder number. My grandmother shortly after, by my mom’s direction, revoked my access to my UTMA account, an investment vehicle where I had over 70% of my net worth stored. I was forced to take my own grandmother to probate court against an experienced attorney (my own cousin) pro se. It took hours upon hours to develop adequate documentation and statutory standing for the court proceeding, but I ended up winning. While I was preparing for this case I realized I had to move out of my parents house, but not only was I getting PT’d out of my mind every morning, my mother actually called the school and got an administrator to disclose and then deny my leave, risking all of my belongings. I was humiliated during this process, because after the call the admin had with my mother, I was called to his office to explain my leave request and he began interrupting me, raising his voice, and cussing at me. He called me "a bullshit liar", and denied my offer to present evidence of my living situation and testimony. He also mocked the way I was speaking about my situation, telling him that he wasn't speaking like a normal person. I had to go through this whole debacle where my stuff was at risk and I had to threaten the school with a lawsuit before they finally let me go a month later. Unbeknownst to me, while I was visiting a licensed therapist at my college, my mother also called their office and convinced them I was a crazy liar. I simply stopped going to therapy at that point, I mean, at least they told me about my mom’s call. During this time I had no access to my army pay because of the government shutdown preventing me from signing my contract (never got that lost pay back🥲), so when I got back for thanksgiving break, me and my wife had to ration cold cuts. When I got back, my “eccentric” roommate, who constantly flipped out and punch walls and screamed, confessed to myself and my other roommate that he committed a, “felonious crime of a SA nature against a young, impressionable minor who had BPD”. We immediately reported it to the title IX office, and to cadre, and to the commandants office, and to the dean. What happened? They told him we reported him and he came back brandishing me with a weapon. Reported that too. Nothing happened. Our cadre were terrified for our safety but the school was more concerned about the liability of kicking the kid out. They told us to grow a pair. When he finally threatened to “🪦 and behead” the admin staff, they moved him to a different barracks/dorm, where they had to give a safety briefing to everyone in his unit. They didn’t take away his key, and we found him in our room the next day waiting for us. Eventually he sold all of his things and dropped out, but not without allegedly SAing a friend of mine. You know the reason they did nothing about my reports? Because the administrator who spoke with my mother was smearing my name to the rest of the admin, calling me a “Machiavellian manipulator” in front of my 60 year old superiors. I eventually signed my army contract, and got my stuff, moved into a new apartment with my wife, and got recognized as a cadet at my college. Then my mother tries to steal my tax return, and my grandfather goes into hospice, but guess what? My school delays my leave just enough for me to miss his passing by one day because they had to “confirm my situation”. I didn’t even get to say goodbye because of my mother. My grandfather wasn’t an adult in my life, he was a friend. Now my apartment is getting foreclosed, my wife got defrauded and lost her checking account, and we have to find away to move out. Thank goodness we have a place to go already sorted out. In the meantime I get to go to sleep every night to the sound of my roommates (I got a replacement 3rd one) giggling with their girlfriends who live the room over, while I talk to my wife through a phone screen. I’m sure I’m missing something, but this is my life. Thanks for reading my vent. Maybe there is something I can get from this🤷‍♂️

Dad (63) never gave a shit about me (21) as a kid. He chose drugs instead.

Then he gets ill due to his medication and even after I was there for him, arranging a cleaner for his house, taking time off work to visit him in hospital and bringing him whatever he needed, talking to doctors to make him comfortable, he does this. I didn’t owe him shit after he decided to be a pussy and walk out of his son’s life. In fact, I actually felt bad for him and wanted to help him. The amount of times I defended him, even while he was a shit dad was way more than he deserved. I gave him the benefit of the doubt. I also helped him take a DNA test that he wanted to take which is what he’s referring to.

He then texts me while I’m at work asking me to bring him soup because he refuses to eat what the hospital gives him. I tell him I can’t because I have a firefighting course that goes all weekend and he unloads this shit on me. I’m done with this ungrateful prick, good riddance. My mum also helped him a tonne as well even after he abused the shit out of her with threatening drunken emails. Fuck him.

He also just unfriended me on Facebook lol.

Still think about this from last year. One of my top favorite messages

Context:
Jeff = my GP
Kris Ann = holistic therapist she wanted me to see for POTS adjacent condition

So more context behind this story. When my mom left to go to work out of town all I have is myself at home for the day so I thought I would call up a friend and hang out for the day cuz I thought my mom was cool with it since I have nothing else to do for the day. I spent the the day with my friend till 2 and left at early 8 o clock and I come home to see I had a bunch of notifications on my phone i called my grandma because she was trying to be ahold of me for the day and she said to call my mom as soon as possible because i was in big trouble. I told my mom saying I had my phone upstairs on dnd because I didn’t hear her text (note I was also upstairs getting ready when she was texting me and I didn’t hear my phone) and I forgot my phone when I left unfortunately and I called my mom and I tried telling her about what was going on and she told me she would be home in a minute and she will speak to me so I waited for her to come so we could talk and she came in saying what is going on and her job is on the line because she came home to see what I was doing and I tried telling her I left my phone here and told her I was outside walking around with a friend at my area and she said I was lying and I was at his house and everything (she doesn’t like me being at other people’s houses including my friends that she met before) and she went on how she wasted money to drive here and to drive back and we fought about it in the kitchen she told me she would call my aunt and uncle to pick me up so I would live with them Instead (My uncle is a alcoholic and once he becomes drunk him and my aunt fight all the time in the middle of the night and it’s usually becomes Destructivly violent) and I told her to not to and if she was going to is to send me to my dads instead so I can sleep peacefully without a thought of a waking up to a fight in the middle of the night. She went up in my room criticizing everything that I was working on for the day like laundry and ect. And she told me since she was here she was going to take a shower and she slammed her door in front of me and I went downstairs pissed and like 7 mins passed she came down in her work clothes walking out saying how she better not get fired and I kept on thinking that was her choice to come or not and not to make it not a big issue she left the house and about 10:30 pm I texted her after I ate I was going to go to bed but I was to pissed to sleep I went to hang with my friend to tell him everything cuz in order for me to not be mad is to talk it out so I spent the night with my friend and I came back home to sleep and that’s the end.

i guess i’m just looking for some advice and to hear other people’s similar experiences, or just thoughts on this situation. no one outside my family or my boyfriend really knows about this, so i feel a little in the dark on what i should do.

my bio mom (46) and bio dad (47) got divorced when i was 4 (im 17 now) due to his extreme abuse. he is a severe alcoholic who use to beat my mom, me, and 2 older siblings. i don’t care if my mom says it was “just a couple times”. he beat us. once is more than enough. my very first memory is him squeezing my head in my pull-ups. i wouldve been like 2??? and when i say alcoholic, it’s not like “oh he has a drinking problem but it’s not a big deal”, this guy had to be airlifted to the ICU because his esophagus was bleeding from internal tears due to how much cheap liquor he was drinking. two weeks later? right back to the bottle. not to mention he has a multitude of mental health issues (Bipolar disorder which is also mixed with the aforementioned extreme alcoholism. not good at all.) thank god we are FAR away from him but i still go to my hometown for holidays, i don’t see him alot when im there though. we’ve never really had a relationship because i’m a lot like him (stubborn as hell, although i try my best to be a good person and take care of my issues). i think he just doesn’t want to deal/butt heads with a mini version of himself.

ugh i’m ranting. this guy is such an pos i could write a book about all of his wrong doings.

ok real meat and beans here⬇️⬇️

the thing that finally made me cut him off was at my grandmas house, christmas eve, 2025. he gave me an electric-acoustic guitar from his mom (grandma) when he was 15. it was supposed to be a really sweet moment, like “aw sick !! i’ve been looking for an electric/acoustic guitar for awhile!! thanks dad!” and it was for like…. 10 minutes before he left. didn’t smell a lick of alcohol on him at all, completely sober. 30 minutes later i’m putting this stupid fucking guitar in the bed of my grandpas pickup truck and i missed a call from him. i get in the truck and call him back; which btw, i NEVER call him this late (10 PM?) because after 6 PM he’s probably drunk as shit. but silly me, i’m thinking his still sober because i JUST saw him. NOPE!!! as soon as i pick up he immediately calls me a f*ggot. no hello. nothing. i told him he was never my dad, he would never be, and i wasn’t gonna talk to him ever again. i still haven’t. like why the fuck would be specifically go and call ME, the only gay person he knows to say that. he wouldn’t do that with anyone else. it was so fucking embarrassing. i’ve never been called a f*g so blatantly. i’ve heard plenty of nasty words but idk it just really hit me hard. the first person to EVER call me that in a derogatory way is the guy who’s supposed to be my dad.

i’m just scared that i might regret cutting him off. but also im not, because i have every right to. i’m allowed to be upset, but what if he dies or something and i never get to say goodbye. but also staying in contact causes even MORE stress. i don’t hate my dad. but i don’t love him like the rest of my family either. the love is still there, it’s just a dull and almost lifeless feeling with no meaning behind it. i’m just so messed up on what to do man. i don’t know why im even stressing over it, he doesn’t even TRY to contact me anymore (which i get i blocked him so what more can he do. but still, it feels like he doesn’t care if we reconnect or not.); he just tries to talk to my brother because that’s his special son and he knows W (my brother) has a soft spot for him.

even if no one has advice, it would just be nice to hear similar experiences. i feel so alone because ive never been close with my dad but??? i still care? i feel like theres NOTHING to hold onto anyways, so why am i so caught up on this?? OH. and i forgot to mention, he’s not even coming to my fucking graduation because he’s all pí pí hearted that i’m mad at him.