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2024.11.26 23:30 Soul50Killer Spongebob Squarepants vs Popeye the Sailor Man (Nickelodeon vs Thimble Theatre)
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2024.11.26 23:30 stormimom My little sister ruined my life. And I don’t know what to do now.
This is my life story. Names changed for privacy. Any advice would be appreciated. this is my life, i not a writer, im an architect student. this isnt fiction.
Part 1: The Turning Point with Layla
My relationship with my younger sister, Layla, took a dark turn around early 2020. I was 20, and she was 16. Up until then, things were relatively normal between us, but it felt like something shifted in her almost overnight. Her behavior became erratic, harmful, and unpredictable. I’ve often wondered if she experienced some sort of trauma that she hasn’t shared, but whatever the root cause, she began directing her frustration and anger toward me.
Layla started invading my privacy in ways that left me feeling violated and helpless. She would steal my belongings—sometimes blatantly—and go through my things without hesitation. What made it even more infuriating was that she blamed my mom for her actions, as if to deflect responsibility. One particular incident that stands out is when she began taking my expensive perfumes. I had already given her permission to use them because I wanted to avoid unnecessary conflict, but it seemed like she took advantage of my generosity just to spite me.
To protect my belongings, I installed a lock on my door. Even then, I made the mistake of trusting her enough to share the code, not realizing she was the very person I needed protection from. Her behavior escalated in ways that made me feel powerless. She began taking my clothes—especially the ones my mom disapproved of, like crop tops and jeans—and either wearing them herself or destroying them. One time, she cut my jeans into shorts and tried to claim that I’d given them to her like that. Confronting my mom about these incidents wasn’t an option because I knew I’d get in trouble for owning those items in the first place.
The situation with Layla spilled over into other aspects of my life. During COVID, my older sister Mariam and I started a dessert business. It was something we were both passionate about and a rare bright spot in a dark time. We stayed up countless nights perfecting recipes and creating desserts, and the business was thriving. But Layla found a way to ruin that too. She began deliberately breaking the desserts we worked so hard to make, sometimes right before we were about to deliver them. Her actions were so disruptive that we had to shut the business down entirely. It wasn’t just about the loss of income; it felt like she was sabotaging one of the few things I was proud of.
Our home life became unbearable. The constant tension led to explosive fights almost every night. Mariam and I tried to make our parents see what Layla was doing, but they dismissed it. They didn’t take her actions seriously or hold her accountable, which left me feeling completely unsupported. Every evening seemed to end with us yelling in the living room, desperately trying to be heard, but the situation never improved.
The fights reached a boiling point, and eventually, both Mariam and I were kicked out of the house. Looking back, I can’t help but feel that Layla’s behavior was the catalyst for everything falling apart. The experience left me deeply hurt, frustrated, and disillusioned with my family.
Part 2: A Family in Crisis
Toward the end of 2020, things took an even darker turn. One night, my dad appeared to have a medical emergency. It seemed like a heart attack or seizure—his body was convulsing, he was foaming at the mouth, and he was struggling to breathe. Mariam and I ran downstairs to find my mom, Layla, and my brother, Adam, just sitting there, watching him as if they were in a trance. They hadn’t called an ambulance.
I couldn’t believe what I was seeing. For what must have been five minutes, they just watched him suffer. Mariam and I immediately sprang into action, calling for help while the rest of my family stood by and did nothing. It was surreal and deeply unsettling to witness their indifference during such a critical moment.
You’d think this event would have been a wake-up call for our family, a moment to put our differences aside and come together. But that didn’t happen. The fights continued as if nothing had changed.
Part 3: Becoming the Black Sheep
Not long after, I finally managed to buy a car. It felt like a small victory, a sign that things might start looking up. For a brief moment, I allowed myself to feel hopeful.
But my family has always had a way of pulling me back into the chaos. I’ve been branded as the black sheep for as long as I can remember, even as a child. Whenever fights broke out, I was the one blamed, regardless of the circumstances. It didn’t matter who started it or what the issue was; the conclusion was always the same—I was the problem.
This dynamic has left me feeling isolated and misunderstood. It’s as though no matter how hard I try to navigate these relationships or prove my worth, I’ll always be seen through this distorted lens.
Part 4: Running Away to Turkey
In early 2021, I turned 21, but my life was anything but celebratory. The constant fighting at home had become unbearable. Every day felt like a battle, and I reached a breaking point. Desperate for peace, I decided to run away to Turkey, hoping to escape the chaos and find some semblance of calm. I stayed there for five months, but my time in Turkey brought its own set of challenges—ones that were deeply traumatic and left lasting scars.
Back home, Layla’s behavior only worsened in my absence. She continued her destructive patterns, cutting the cord to an expensive coffee machine we had and breaking Mariam’s laptop. My dad’s health also took a turn for the worse again, and even though I was miles away, the dysfunction I had tried to leave behind still loomed over me. I couldn’t help but feel responsible, blaming Layla for forcing me into this position.
While I was in Turkey, things went from bad to worse. I found myself in incredibly dangerous situations where I was nearly raped and attacked multiple times. The fear and helplessness I experienced during those moments were overwhelming. I kept thinking about how none of this would have happened if Layla hadn’t made home life so unbearable that I felt I had no choice but to leave.
The emotional toll of Turkey didn’t end there. The worst part of my time away was discovering that my mom, the person who should have been my greatest source of love and support, had been going around wishing and praying for my death. Hearing this crushed me. It confirmed all the feelings of rejection and abandonment I’d carried for years.
As if things couldn’t get more complicated, I was also robbed of $2,000 by a girl who pretended to be my friend. She gained my trust, only to betray me in one of the most vulnerable periods of my life. After robbing me, she went a step further and messaged inappropriate things to my friends—and even to my dad. It was humiliating and horrifying, adding another layer of betrayal to an already unbearable situation.
Despite the chaos, I made one decision for myself during that time: I got a nose job while I was there. It was one of the few things I did that felt like it was for me and no one else, though it didn’t make up for the rest of the hardships I endured.
By the time I returned from Turkey, my PTSD and anxiety were at an all-time high. The weight of what I’d experienced—both back home and during my time away—was suffocating. I came back not because I wanted to, but because I felt like I had nowhere else to go. Turkey was supposed to be my escape, but it turned into another nightmare that left me even more broken than before.
Part 5: The Continued Trauma of 2022
By 2022, the chaos in my life persisted, dominated by Layla’s relentless harassment, theft, and physical abuse. Her behavior had reached a point where I couldn’t find a single moment of peace. Adding to this already unbearable situation, my older sister, Mariam, went through a traumatic breakup with her boyfriend of five years in February. Although they reconciled after just a week, the emotional fallout from the breakup created a new layer of turmoil in my life.
The Dynamic with Mariam
During this time, I found myself taking on an overwhelming amount of responsibility in our shared household. I cooked every meal for both Mariam and me, and her only job was to wash the dishes afterward. But more often than not, she wouldn’t clean up, leaving the dishes to pile up and the house in chaos. This neglect escalated the already tense atmosphere in our family. My mom, rather than holding Mariam accountable, would pray for bad things to happen to both of us, directing her anger at me as though I were to blame for everything.
Mariam, still dealing with her own emotional pain from her relationship struggles, took her frustration out on me. It felt like I was a punching bag for everyone’s rage. To make things worse, Mariam frequently found ways to waste my money, often in thoughtless or careless ways.
One recurring issue was the laundry. Mariam ruined countless clothes by bleaching them or handling them irresponsibly. I took on almost all the household responsibilities—I cared for the cat, did the laundry, cleaned the house, and cooked—but it never seemed enough. Every task I completed was overshadowed by her careless actions, which drained both my energy and my finances.
The breaking point came after a series of escalating conflicts. We had gone on a vacation together earlier that year, but two days into the trip, Mariam decided she wanted to go home. It was an infuriating waste of money and effort, and I felt completely disrespected. Later, a seemingly small incident pushed me over the edge: Mariam told me the wrong date for a Sephora return, which led me to believe I had lost an additional $400. I was at work when I realized what happened, and in my frustration, I texted her to get out of the house.
Mariam had already signed a lease for a new place, with her move-in date just a month away, but she hadn’t told our parents about her plans. She used my text as an excuse to paint the narrative that I had kicked her out of the house, even though it wasn’t my house to begin with. This marked the point of no return in our relationship. The resentment, misunderstandings, and constant financial strain had piled up to a breaking point.
The Vancouver Trip
In October 2022, Mariam and I attempted to salvage our relationship by going on another trip together, this time to Vancouver. But instead of healing, the trip brought more tension. Mariam’s financial problems meant she couldn’t afford to do much on the trip, which made everything feel strained. On top of that, she spent much of the trip crying over her boyfriend, who she was still having constant problems with.
It felt like history repeating itself: why agree to go on a vacation if you’re just going to spend it upset and unable to enjoy anything? I couldn’t help but feel that, once again, my money and effort were being wasted. The trip, instead of bringing us closer, only deepened the resentment between us.
The Breaking Point with Layla
In December 2022, Layla’s behavior escalated to outright violence. One day, she hit me out of nowhere. It wasn’t just a random act of aggression; it was the culmination of years of abuse and torment. I was shaken, angry, and exhausted. I finally realized that I couldn’t take it anymore.
I called Mariam, desperate for support, but her closeness to Layla felt like the ultimate betrayal. How could she stay so close to someone who had repeatedly assaulted me and made my life a living hell? That was the moment I decided to cut Mariam off completely. Her refusal to acknowledge the impact of Layla’s abuse, combined with her own treatment of me, was too much to bear.
This year was a breaking point in so many ways—emotionally, financially, and physically. The relationships I once hoped would provide me with comfort and stability became sources of pain and exhaustion. Cutting ties with Mariam felt like a necessary step for my own survival, even if it was heartbreaking. My world felt smaller and lonelier, but I knew I couldn’t keep sacrificing my well-being for people who didn’t value me.
Part 6: Isolation and Uneasy Reconciliations
By December 2022, the isolation in my family dynamics became even more pronounced. Mariam constantly invited everyone—our cousins, mutual friends, and family—over to her house. I, however, was never invited. This exclusion created a deep sense of loneliness and alienation. I felt disconnected from the people I cared about, as they naturally gravitated to Mariam’s space.
When I tried to bridge the gap by inviting people over to my house, it rarely worked out. Mariam would often show up despite the tension between us, making the gatherings uncomfortable. I’d spend time and money preparing food, hoping to foster connection, only to feel undermined by her presence. It left me questioning why I even bothered.
Part 7: A Shared Breakup and a Fragile Bond
In February 2023, Mariam and I both experienced breakups within days of each other. It was an unexpected turning point. The shared heartbreak brought us closer together. We found solace in each other’s company, leaning on one another in a way we hadn’t in years.
For a time, things felt okay between us. Despite the underlying tension and unresolved issues, there was a sense of camaraderie born out of mutual pain.
Part 8: A Summer of Respite
The summer of 2023 provided a rare break from the usual chaos. Layla, my mom, and my youngest sister, Amal, went away for the entire summer. Their absence brought some much-needed relief, but it didn’t eliminate all the tension.
Even from a distance, Layla continued to stir up conflict. She would make incendiary comments in the family group chat, often targeting me. My brother, Adam, and Amal would join in, piling on and turning every conversation into an attack. When I defended myself, I was painted as the bad person, the instigator, even though I was simply standing up for myself.
Despite these challenges, Mariam and I maintained a good relationship over the summer. There was still some lingering resentment on both sides—remnants of past conflicts—but we managed to keep things civil, even though we bickered occasionally.
Part 9: A Tumultuous Fall
By November 2023, Layla’s behavior escalated again. She became physically violent toward me once more, a painful reminder that little had changed. The cycle of abuse felt never-ending, and I couldn’t see a way out of it.
At the same time, my relationship with Mariam remained relatively stable. We weren’t as close as we had been after our breakups, but we were okay—cordial, if not completely harmonious.
Part 10: Overwhelmed by Everyone
By this time, I was in a committed relationship, which provided a glimmer of stability amidst the chaos. But other dynamics in my life were becoming overwhelming.
With everything happening in the world, my cousins and I became deeply trauma-bonded. They started coming over to my house constantly—so often that it felt like they were there 24/7. While I cherished the connection we shared, it came with its own challenges.
I found myself cooking and cleaning for everyone, providing meals and hospitality without any acknowledgment or gratitude. Every visit felt like a drain on my resources—emotional, physical, and financial. I was paying for everyone’s food, cleaning up after them, and putting in effort that no one seemed to notice. It left me feeling unappreciated and exhausted.
Part 11: Summer 2024 – The Cottage Trip
In the summer of 2024, all my girl cousins, my sisters, and I went to a cottage together. At first, I thought it would be a fun, relaxing getaway, but it quickly became one of the most frustrating experiences of my life.
By default, I became the chef for the entire group—nine people in total. Every single meal was my responsibility. I cooked, cleaned, and handled everything while everyone else lounged around. No one offered to help, and when I asked for assistance, I was met with dismissive shrugs or disrespectful “pfft” responses.
The tension kept building throughout the trip. It was clear that I was being taken advantage of, and I was fuming. It wasn’t just the cooking and cleaning; I had also done the bulk of the grocery shopping for the trip, which was another burden that no one else had really stepped up to share. Only Noor, Tasnim, and Dania, my cousins, helped in small ways, but even their efforts couldn’t offset the overwhelming workload.
The Garden Party
One of the biggest highlights—or what should have been the highlight—of the trip was a dinner party Noor and I planned called the Garden Party. I had spent weeks preparing for it, putting in so much effort to make it special. I bought decorations, fresh flowers, and thrifted unique pieces to create the perfect ambiance. I spent hours cooking multiple dishes and even did everyone’s hair and makeup to ensure they felt as elegant as the setting I had created.
From the beginning, Mariam made it clear that she didn’t care about the party. She didn’t want to spend extra money on it and showed zero interest in the event. I accepted that, but I couldn’t have predicted how her attitude would escalate once the party began.
When the dinner started, Noor and I wanted to take pictures with the setup we had worked so hard on. It was only natural—we had planned the entire thing, and we wanted to capture the beautiful results of our efforts. We spent just a few minutes snapping some cute photos.
Despite her earlier indifference, Mariam suddenly threw a tantrum about not getting any good pictures of herself. She complained that the photos of her were blurry or unflattering and made a huge scene. Her outburst ruined the mood of the party. It wasn’t just frustrating—it was devastating.
Mariam’s tantrum turned something that was supposed to be meaningful and joyful into a selfish spectacle. She had openly said she didn’t care about the party, yet she hijacked the moment and made it all about her. To make matters worse, her outburst left me with just a few blurry, rushed photos of myself, taken in the span of five minutes, while she demanded more attention for her pictures.
The Aftermath
By the time the cottage trip was over, I was livid. I couldn’t stop thinking about how much time, money, and effort I had poured into making the trip and the Garden Party special, only for it to be completely ruined.
No one thanked me for the meals, the planning, or the countless hours I spent trying to make everything perfect. Instead, I was treated like an unpaid servant, and the people I cared about acted like spoiled brats. Mariam’s behavior during the party was the final straw—it felt like a slap in the face after all the work I had done.
Looking back, this trip left me feeling used, unappreciated, and disrespected. What should have been a cherished memory turned into yet another reminder of how much I give to the people around me, only to have it go unnoticed or taken for granted.
Part 12: The Fallout After the Cottage
Following the cottage trip in June 2024, my relationship with Mariam hit an all-time low. We didn’t speak for a month or two after the trip—I was so angry at her for ruining the Garden Party and, by extension, the entire experience for me. My frustration ran deep, and the silence between us felt necessary for me to process everything. Meanwhile, my tension with Layla only escalated, adding to the turmoil in my life.
Mariam’s Short-Lived Relationship and My Solo Trip
By late August, Mariam found herself in the throes of another breakup. She had been in a short two-month relationship with a guy who was clearly still in love with his ex. The situation left her emotionally shattered. Her anxiety and depression from the breakup were so severe that she lost over 10 pounds.
At the same time, I had my own struggles and decided to take a solo trip to Oregon. I needed space—not just from Mariam but from everything happening at home. While I couldn’t be there for her in person during this difficult time, I wanted to make sure she felt supported. I asked my boyfriend to check in on her, call her, and be there for her as much as he could in my absence.
Zuzu’s Health Declines
While dealing with Mariam’s breakup from afar, I was also facing a heartbreaking situation with Zuzu. By the end of July, Zuzu began having serious health problems, which worsened in early August, necessitating surgery. Even after the surgery, she wasn’t doing well, and I found myself constantly monitoring her condition—checking on her almost ten times an hour to ensure she was okay.
What made this even harder was Layla’s abusive behavior toward Zuzu. She went out of her way to make the environment uncomfortable and unsafe for her. Layla would turn the room freezing cold, even when she wasn’t there, seemingly just to “freeze out” Zuzu. It was cruel and infuriating, and it added another layer of stress to an already overwhelming situation.
Part 13: The Breaking Point
In October 2024, Layla’s violence escalated to an unimaginable level. She completely lost control, attacking me and leaving deep cuts all over my neck. I was in shock and utterly distraught, my body physically marked by her cruelty and my spirit crushed by the emotional weight of the situation
Part 13: The Breaking Point (continued)
Desperate for support, I called Nina, someone I had always trusted and considered a pillar of support. Initially, she listened as I cried and poured out my feelings, but within minutes, it felt as though she stopped believing me. Despite being able to see the cuts on my neck, her demeanor shifted, and she began questioning the severity of what I was telling her. The experience left me feeling gaslit, as though my pain and trauma weren’t valid.
Seeking solace elsewhere, I called Mariam, furious and broken. I yelled at her, telling her I couldn’t keep speaking to her if she continued to remain close to Layla. Her alliance with someone who had caused me so much pain felt like the ultimate betrayal. I told her she had to make a choice: stand with me or with Layla. She refused to respond definitively, leaving me even more devastated.
November 14: The Birthday Dinner
As Layla’s birthday dinner approached on November 15, it became yet another point of contention. The chosen restaurant was one I loved and had been planning to visit with my cousins for months. I asked them not to go to this specific place, explaining that I couldn’t afford to go again if they did, as it would ruin the experience for me. My request was misunderstood—they thought I was asking them not to celebrate Layla’s birthday at all.
The situation spiraled out of control in our group chat. Nina, Mariam, and Tara immediately jumped to Layla’s defense, downplaying my concerns and making me feel like I was overreacting. Their defense of her felt like a direct invalidation of everything I had endured. Overwhelmed with frustration and disbelief, I left the group chat.
The Call with Nina
After leaving the chat, Nina called me, and I broke down. I begged her to acknowledge how terrible Layla had been—not just to me, but in general. While Nina admitted that Layla’s actions toward me were horrible, she refused to say that Layla was a horrible person. Her reasoning was that if she labeled Layla as such but still chose to hang out with her, it would make her feel fake or fraudulent.
Her logic devastated me. I couldn’t understand how someone who claimed to care about me could still choose to stand by Layla. I told Nina exactly how I felt—that her actions were phony and hypocritical. How could I trust someone who wouldn’t stand firmly by my side? This realization left me questioning the depth of our relationship.
In a final act of severing trust, I removed Nina from being able to see my location.
November 15: The Birthday Dinner
The next day, Layla’s birthday dinner went ahead as planned. Mariam went all out, even getting her a custom cake. Seeing their celebration wasn’t just painful—it was deeply symbolic of how little my suffering mattered to them.
Adding to the sting, Mariam moved a family gathering that was originally supposed to happen at my parents’ house to her own place. It was a calculated decision, one that excluded me entirely, knowing I wouldn’t be invited. The deliberate nature of these actions left me feeling more isolated than ever.
November 17: The Gathering
Tonight, as Mariam hosts this gathering at her house, I feel nothing but betrayal. Everyone who I had supported—cooking for them, hosting them, being there for them—is at her house, laughing and spending time together, while I’m left out entirely.
They’ve shown me time and again that they will side with Layla, dismissing the years of abuse and torment she has inflicted on me. It’s a profound and painful realization: my pain, my voice, my presence—they don’t matter to the people I once considered my closest circle.
Reflection
For me, this situation is black and white: you cannot stay neutral. If my cousins and Mariam choose to remain close to Layla, they cannot remain close to me. The years of torment, violence, and pain Layla has caused me are too severe to ignore. Their refusal to choose, or even acknowledge the depth of my suffering, is a betrayal I cannot overlook.
Right now, I feel like I’ve lost everything—my family, my cousins, my friends. The people I’ve given so much to have let me down in the most profound way. I am alone, and the heartbreak of their betrayal feels heavier than I ever thought possible
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2024.11.26 23:30 LordRattyWatty Insane Vet Bill? Any suggestions/input is helpful and needed.
Hello everyone! First post for me here.
I live in a western Atlanta town, and went to a vet down in Palmetto, GA for my pet rat, Shadow. I love her dearly, and want to do ANYTHING and EVERYTHING I can to help her, reasonably of course.
I noticed a pretty small growth under her right arm (likely mammary tumor) late last week and went in to the vet today to get a basic exam and get a quote. They admitted it was very small, charged $105 for the exam which is cool, whatever.
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2024.11.26 23:30 FredreichM5 I Don't Matter to Her Anymore
i just dont matter to her anymore. it doesnt matter that i gave her my all. it doesnt matter that i stuck with her through the darkest times. that i loved her at her worst. it doesnt matter that every day i chased creating a better life for us. it doesnt matter that her friends and family liked me. it doesnt matter that i helped her move jobs, get her license, convince her to go back to school, connect with her family, or anything. it doesnt matter that i let her have total freedom with who she hangs out with. it doesnt matter that i always made time for her and did my best to carry the relationship. i am not the richest. at all. but i made sure to devote any money i could to her and us. i wanted to make her happy and her dreams come true every day. it doesnt matter that i dealt with her harsh emotions and disrespect. it doesnt matter that i didnt ask for much. mainly just respect and love if anything. and i wasnt too upset when i didnt get those either. it doesnt matter that i gave her the time and space that she wanted. it doesnt matter that time and time again i fought tooth and nail to glue us back together. the gifts, the dates, and monthly letters, the memories. i put her above me. always. even now. when shes long gone. but it just does not matter. she threw me away. my friends and people i meet are always so nice and generous to me. i get blessed every day. but the one person who i want to be special to the most, does not care.
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2024.11.26 23:30 Phil-O-Dendron Parking near Times Square
Does anyone know of a parking garage/lot that we can come and go from (especially late at night)—ideally somewhat near Richard Rodgers Theatre?
Basically, I am looking for somewhere we can park for 24 hours, but take the car out of throughout the night.
Any advice is greatly appreciated!
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2024.11.26 23:30 Yesterday_False Eggnog??
When are we getting eggnog added to the ybar cold side?
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2024.11.26 23:30 Dinolord05 Amazon deal: Duromax XP13000EH
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2024.11.26 23:30 Clatwo ほおおお！
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