Nazzy vibes

4 years ago today, I was sitting on the couch drinking coffee. My husband walked into the living room and said, "have you talked to your mom?"
I replied that I hadn't as it was 730am her time. He said "she's called me 4 times."
I immediately panicked because why would my mom call him instead of me?

I called her and she answered. I couldn't understand anything she was saying. I knew in that moment that my dad was gone.
Suddenly my mom says, "Here. Talk to the police officer."
Now here's where my brain should have picked up on something, because why is there a cop at my parents house at 730am?
 I don't remember what the cop said, but I do remember yelling at him to put my mom back on the phone. She told me to "get there quick". Y'all, I'm 6 hours away from her.
So we get in the car and we drive. And for 6 glorious hours, I thought my dad had died peacefully in bed from a heart attack.

We're at their house for maybe 3 minutes when my mom says, "I have to tell you the rest of the story."
Reader, my heart stopped when she said her next sentence..."he did this to himself."
My 82 year old dad woke up, kissed my mom bye, told her they'd go to breakfast when he got home, then drove to a parking lot and ended his life.

His note was instructions on how to sell his truck and something about "love you forever." No "I'm sorry for doing this to you", no responsibility or accountability.
The irony of the whole thing is that this same man had me committed to psych hospitals twice for talking about ending my own life. (I was just 16 and very dramatic.)
Anyway, he's dead and my mom is living her best life not under the thumb of a selfish as$hole.

I used to have a boyfriend that lived in New York. He'd fly every weekend to see me. I knew it was over when he stopped. Men make time for what's important to them. When they don't, it's not important.

I was having a minor disagreement with my future mother-in-law when my fiancé suddenly barged in and pushed me hard against the wall. 💔

Instead of defending me, his mother sneered and said I deserved it for raising my voice.

Something inside me changed that day. For three weeks, I have barely spoken to him.

Now he keeps begging me to talk, saying he made a mistake and is afraid of losing me.

But can trust really return after vi0lence? Or do you think I am taking it too far?

My wife said she wished she could take off her bra while she was driving so i reached over with my left hand and unsnapped it through her shirt first try and this might be the coolest I’ve ever felt lol

Would you stay married to someone who refuses to have children?

My niece is 8. School trip forms came home. One girl didn’t return hers. Teacher said her parents couldn’t afford it. $15 fee. My niece stayed quiet. That night she broke her piggy bank. $18. All her savings. She took it to school the next day. Told the teacher it was for the girl. The teacher called her mom crying. Said the girl had never been on a trip before. My niece didn’t even understand why it mattered so much. She just said “Nobody should be left behind because of money.” The girl went on the trip. Came back talking nonstop. Smiling different. Teachers noticed change. Other kids started helping too. Small donations. The trip fund grew. Now no child is left out. My niece just shrugs when I tell her she changed something. Says it was just money in a piggy bank. But that girl still talks about that day like it was the first time she felt included. Sometimes children don’t learn kindness. They are kindness. Before the world teaches them otherwise.

The world feels heavy lately, but kindness is still out there, quiet, real, human.

I just told my husband his mom can't come stay with us anymore, and he thinks *I'm* the bitter one. We just had our son 4 months ago, had a super rough pregnancy and postpartum, and his mom comes from out of state for a full week. Not to help, just to... sit there. She literally just takes pictures of our son, leaves food out, and expects me to cook and entertain her. I'm about to go back to work, barely want to leave my room, and I'm exhausted. If the baby needs feeding or changing, it's always me. I need support when people visit, not another grown adult to entertain. And this isn't new. She's gone through my husband's phone, posted our baby without our consent, kissed him when we asked her not to, and literally said she'd "quit her job to take my baby and raise it." My husband just thinks I'm being mean, but he really doesn't understand the full extent of why I don't want her here. I'm not biased, I'm just done.

At 1 AM, my wife’s water broke. After two devastating pregnancy losses, we weren’t taking any chances. We went completely dark. No texts to our moms, no group chat updates, zero notifications.
Her first labor was a nightmare of unsolicited advice and hovering relatives. This time, I was her bouncer. We just needed absolute peace to focus.
At 3 AM, our perfect baby girl arrived safely. My wife was exhausted but glowing. We held her, breathed, and finally sent the announcement text at 8 AM.
By 9 AM, my phone was blowing up. My mother-in-law went off, furious that we had “robbed” the family of the magical moment.
I looked at my wife, peacefully sleeping with our daughter, and typed back: “We didn’t rob you of anything. We protected her peace and our baby’s health. You can meet her when she’s ready.”
I’d go completely dark a thousand times over if it meant keeping my girls safe.