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The TLDR on this is that moo's husband created a dating profile for shits and giggles (so he said), didn't upoad a profile or bio, or whatever else goes into one of those online meat market accounts. The only reason he told her was because the dating website was charging his credit card so he had to cancel his card out and get a new one.
There's no doubt the dude is lying. If the website was charging his card without authorization, you just dispute the charge and that's that. This reminds me of a guy I once dated (20+ years ago, before my personal Age of Reason) who told me he had to meet up for dinner with his ex once a month because otherwise she wouldn't pay him back the money she owed. Like, the biggest Sure, Jan
Re: Breakingmom Tales: Or A Collection of Stupidity & Dumb Choices February 16, 2023 | Registered: 15 years ago Posts: 2,228 |
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Dinner followed by a spicy desert Jan? Bet it was more than once a month too.
Re: Breakingmom Tales: Or A Collection of Stupidity & Dumb Choices February 18, 2023 | Registered: 18 years ago Posts: 10,122 |
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My 2.5yo daughter was screaming like a banshee and wouldn't stop because something had upset her and she has like zero frustration tolerance. Her brother is Autistic and I'm starting to suspect she is neurospicy too, so I took a quick video to show to her doctor at her appointment next week. Then I was just trying to find a solution, but there was no solution... just screaming.
So my husband comes up the stairs and I assumed he was going to help me put our screaming daughter down for nap since it was just about time and she was obviously not handling her life well. Instead he just stands there looking at us. He tried to say something and our daughter starts back up banshee screaming, so my husband proceeds TO POUR A WATER BOTTLE OVER OUR CHILD'S HEAD.
WHAT. THE. FUCK.
SHE stopped screaming because she was stunned and after a moment of stunned silence from me, I had to go full mom mode on my husband. I openly parented his ass. I took the water bottle from him and loudly told him "NO. We don't pour water on people." I made him apologize, clean up the floor, and change/dry off our daughter while I told the kids that even adults make bad choices and that we DO NOT POUR WATER ON PEOPLE.
The kids are down for nap now, but I don't know what the hell to do with my husband. I want to punch him in the face a little bit because he just keeps saying that he didn't touch her, didn't yell at her, he simply made her damp. He says that it was the only thing that made her quit screaming and it wasn't a big deal.
Fucking hell, we're adults, not 3 year olds. Fuck out of here with that bullshit.
I gave him a lecture about how kids look to their parents for how todeal with their emotions and that response ain't it. Then I told him that he damaged our daughter's trust in him as a safe person in her life. And he just keeps saying "How? By making her a little wet?"
I also tried to explain big emotions and lack of emotional regulation in young children, but he says that screaming is a conscious choice that she needs to quit making. I spend half my time telling that child to ask nicely if she wants something and then responding immediately and cheerfully when she finally asks nicely instead of screaming bloody murder. So it's not like I'm encouraging her behavior. She just can't regulate her emotions well right now, which is to be expected for her age. I model my own regulation and help her through her outbursts. I don't know what else I can do.
I definitely don't know how to get through my husband's thick skull. We've been together 7 years and never had this kind of problem. To my husband's credit, his eardrums are screwed up due to childhood illness, so the screaming was physically hurting him and he can't wear earplugs due to that same childhood illness. Also he and I are recovering from strep two weeks ago, so he still doesn't have much of a voice thanks to having to yell a lot at his factory job. Plus, this is first day off after working 10 days straight. So I do believe this was an isolated incident.
Even still, WHAT THE FUCK? I don't even know what to do from here
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Re: Breakingmom Tales: Or A Collection of Stupidity & Dumb Choices February 22, 2023 | Registered: 18 years ago Posts: 10,122 |
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There's an update to the story. She broke him down and he capitulated and admitted what a horrible human he is. And it goes without saying that he was dogpiled in the comments by the other cattle.
Re: Breakingmom Tales: Or A Collection of Stupidity & Dumb Choices February 22, 2023 | Registered: 4 years ago Posts: 202 |
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Maybe he should have dumpedwater onher too.
Re: Breakingmom Tales: Or A Collection of Stupidity & Dumb Choices February 26, 2023 | Registered: 18 years ago Posts: 10,122 |
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I am almost 42 and in the last 14 months I had 3 chemical pregnancies and 1 missed miscarriage at 10.5 weeks. Now I am pregnant with IVF and have vaginal bleeding which means a lot of rest is required. It’s still very early in my pregnancy at 7 weeks and I am terrified to have another miscarriage.
I have a 4 year old son from my previous relationship and my partner has 2 children from his previous marriage that are living in another country. My partner works in investment banking. Meaning long hours, client entertainments in the evenings. He travels every second weekend to see his kids. The last few weeks it has been more frequent for various reasons. I am left on my own in this country where we don’t have family and we live outside of London where hiring help is really difficult. We are in a very lucky position that I can afford help and offer good salaries but even then I am unable to find someone to help regularly with my child, with housework, cooking etc.
Bedrest seems to be the answer but it is impossible for me right now. I am crying everyday trying to make things right for everyone. My partner does not seem to understand that I am alone all day, everyday with my worries. The little time that he has at home he is either travelling to see the kids, going for a bike ride, playing video games, or finding things to do outside the house while all I need is some human contact. We fight a lot and these fights escalate to a point of desperation for me. He left the house 2 hours ago after a fight and went clothes shopping for himself.
Again, I am here all alone and not sure how to survive this pregnancy. I get daily injections, patches, twice daily suppositories just to keep things going. I have given up my career to be able to concentrate on making IVF work in my 40s.
I just don’t know how to go on with an unsupportive partner…
Re: Breakingmom Tales: Or A Collection of Stupidity & Dumb Choices February 28, 2023 | Registered: 18 years ago Posts: 10,122 |
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My kids (5 and 8) have a snow day today - our first ACTUAL SNOW of the season (having this little snow all winter is very uncommon where I live). My husband has to work from home today but has meetings all day, so he won't be able to really do much for/with the kids. I could work from home - I have nothing pressing or urgent going on in-person, and everything I need to do, I could do from home.
I could make it so the kids can go sledding. I could take breaks and do outdoorsy things with them. I could make hot chocolate when they come in. I badly want them to have these things, these memories. They got new sleds for Christmas this year and haven't even had anything remotely approaching a chance to use them, until today.
But I'm so tired. I am so tired of parenting these two very high-energy kids. I don't know if the pandemic broke me and I have just been hobbling along unable to catch a moment to fix myself ever since? I don't know. But I am so tired of them fighting and hitting and screaming and yelling and fighting. I am tired of all of it. I do not enjoy being around them, at all. When I envision a whole day spent at home I feel a sick sense of dread and anxiety in my stomach. Our home is not a safe haven. It is a source of stress and chaos and yelling and I do not want to be there with them any more than I absolutely have to, at this point.
So I shoveled out and fought my way in, and now I am at work. It is silent, because everyone else is WFH today. My kids are parked on the couch watching TV while my husband is in zoom meeting after zoom meeting. And I am just sitting here crying over how I am too fucking burnt out to give my kids their first snow day of the year. It hurts so bad to suck this much as a mother. But not as bad as being around my kids for one more fucking second.
It's a damn good thing that everyone else in the office is at home, because I can just sit here and let the tears fall and not worry about it.
Re: Breakingmom Tales: Or A Collection of Stupidity & Dumb Choices March 01, 2023 | Registered: 16 years ago Posts: 1,998 |
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Lady, if getting knocked up is so dangerous for you, why the fuck are you doing it?? She lost four pregnancies within the last year (and some change). Her body is giving her gigantic red fucking flags that the baby oven is closed for business and she will not take the hint.
It's not like the stupid sow has no kids - she has one brat of her own already. Her pregnasty is so high risk that she's being advised to get on bedrest at 7 weeks. I've only ever heard of women going on bedrest when they get complications in their third trimester, so how delicate must this woman's uterus be that she has to not move too much when she's probably not even showing? Like if she farts too hard, she might miscarry?
The fuckwit also says she gave up her career to get herself pigged up. Why? Can't this moron be happy with the kid she's got and keep her career? I'm not even touching the fact her partner is unavailable between work and visiting his brats that live in an entirely different country. Says he's been seeing his kids more often for "various reasons" lately too. What reasons? Unless the kids are adults, it sounds like he might be trying to rekindle his relationship with his ex to me. When Duh is home, he checks out and does whatever he wants. What potential did she see in this man as a father?
Since she has quit her job to be a broodmare, she probably can't leave him because she will be dependent on his income now.
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I am almost 42 and in the last 14 months I had 3 chemical pregnancies and 1 missed miscarriage at 10.5 weeks. Now I am pregnant with IVF and have vaginal bleeding which means a lot of rest is required. It’s still very early in my pregnancy at 7 weeks and I am terrified to have another miscarriage.
I have a 4 year old son from my previous relationship and my partner has 2 children from his previous marriage that are living in another country. My partner works in investment banking. Meaning long hours, client entertainments in the evenings. He travels every second weekend to see his kids. The last few weeks it has been more frequent for various reasons. I am left on my own in this country where we don’t have family and we live outside of London where hiring help is really difficult. We are in a very lucky position that I can afford help and offer good salaries but even then I am unable to find someone to help regularly with my child, with housework, cooking etc.
Bedrest seems to be the answer but it is impossible for me right now. I am crying everyday trying to make things right for everyone. My partner does not seem to understand that I am alone all day, everyday with my worries. The little time that he has at home he is either travelling to see the kids, going for a bike ride, playing video games, or finding things to do outside the house while all I need is some human contact. We fight a lot and these fights escalate to a point of desperation for me. He left the house 2 hours ago after a fight and went clothes shopping for himself.
Again, I am here all alone and not sure how to survive this pregnancy. I get daily injections, patches, twice daily suppositories just to keep things going. I have given up my career to be able to concentrate on making IVF work in my 40s.
I just don’t know how to go on with an unsupportive partner…
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Re: Breakingmom Tales: Or A Collection of Stupidity & Dumb Choices March 04, 2023 | Registered: 19 years ago Posts: 9,257 |
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“I’m currently 6 months pregnant and I hate it. I’m so disappointed in my self for convincing my self I was infertile (due to having 3 miscarriages). I’m so disappointed in myself for having a baby with someone who (27m) cheated on me w/ a 19 yr old after I had a traumatic miscarriage (like he literally left after I got out the hospital to go party and hang out with her). And for being with someone so physically and mentally abusive. For being with someone who just told me now that I’m 6 months pregnant that he was horrible to me on purpose. He said he was mad at me and wanted vendetta.
I’m so mad at myself for being so weak and not leaving when I had the CHANCES. And one of them being when he let me stay at a homeless shelter while he partied, but then when the shelter was giving me resources to be independent and get my own space, he came back all of sudden and wanted to financially support me again.
I changed myself for him, from my religion to how i dress, to how I do my make up and to even tattoos which I love but cannot get because he’s “muslin” aka a religious cherry picker. when all he’s changed about him self is not going to club anymore. And he only stopped when I got pregnant. He’s done a complete 360 since I’ve gone pregnant; he’s loving, caring isn’t abusive anymore. He’s so happy about the baby and he’s more supportive. He seems to care about my feelings way more but still the past trauma is awful. I get such bad flash backs. I can’t sleep and have been loosing a lot of sleep. On top of that he’s not taking finding a home serious. He won’t put time or money into it, so we’ve been living in airbnbs. The only thing we’ve gotten for the baby is 3 sets of pjays that I picked and bought.
And he’s gross. He has awful hygiene, and now I’m pregnant with this guy’s kid. I don’t wanna share my daughter with this nasty human. i wish her dad was some random from a one night stand. I’m just scared for my daughter honestly, he’s so misogynistic. I can’t believe I did this to her. I’m an awful person for choosing this man whore to be her father. I’m going to go to therapy soon for this but I just can’t help being so so so regretful of this pregnancy and not being more strong minded to leave before this happened.
I wanna leave now, but I have no where I can stay no job no savings no car or license. I’m on the verge of packing my stuff again and going to a shelter, praying they can help me get on my feet again like how it was before I met this man whore so take it from me LOVE ISNT GOING TO SAVE YOU. LEAVE BEFORE ITS TOO LATE !!!!! I wish I was partying with my friends living up my 20’s (24f) instead of pregnant n alone”.
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Why would anyone want to have sex with someone with poor hygiene who you know cheats on you, let alone have that person's baby?
Re: Breakingmom Tales: Or A Collection of Stupidity & Dumb Choices March 07, 2023 | Registered: 18 years ago Posts: 10,122 |
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I created this account to anonymously complain about my life so this is what I shall use it for. (Kinda - mostly just to remain anonymous, lol).
Anyway, usually we go shopping on Saturdays as a family, but we had a paint mishap and ended up not going. So I decided today I would go with the kids just so we had something nice to eat tonight.
We left at seven. Seven in the morning is too early for my kids to be fighting over seats yet here we are. My two oldest, not in carseats, proceeded to scream the city down over who got to sit up front with me as my husband was not in the passenger seat. The answer was neither of them, but they still continued to fight over who wouod have had the seat if I had allowed one of them to (we drive a van, we have bench seats - they both could have sat up front realistically).
Next fight was over the cart. Theres two seats in the cart we take. I have four year old twins, so I stick them in the seat - my husband usually has a cart, too, and he'll take the six and nine year old in his cart (not that they really fit anymore). Cue more crying because "daddy never makes us walk" and obviously I am a horrible person. Similar arguments when I denied carrying one on my shoulders and one on my back. Two oldest were still fighting about the front seat of the car.
Get into the store. I hear dripping water. What is it? One of the twins had peed straight through his diaper. Check the diaper bag, no clean pants. Detour to buy him new pants so I could change him. And then four matching whines of "I want new clothes, too," And then their brother starts screaming because he's wet. Then his twin starts screaming, too, because why not?
Toddler was, until this point, napping in her carrier (how?) and was woken up by thr crying and screaming and decided she, too, wanted to join in.
I told my kids no to new clothes. We walked towards the checkout to buy the sweatpants. I buy them, with seven whining/screaming/crying children. People are tutting and staring. My nine year old realises her whining is getting her nowhere and lays down in the middle of the fucking checkout.
I buy the pants. I half carry, half drag her out of peoples way. My six year old thinks we are playing a game and also lays down. I leave them both there, which in hindsight, was a bad idea. My son realises I'm walking away, freaks out because he genuinely thought I was leaving him, and races after us. I apologise and tell him I thought he was messing around like his sister. I feel bad about making him cry so I agree to carry him to the bathroom. I'm pretty sure I pulled my back; I have horrible pain right now.
Miss nine saw this, declares favoritism, and proceeds to run after us while screaming. So much fucking screaming. Oldest two are back to bickering about something.
I get them all into the bathroom. Its echoing. I am losing my shit. I change all the diapers because, despite changing them before we left, everyone is wet! Again!
Older three all need to pee. The girls go, teen declares he doesn't want to pee with everyone in there. Completely valid. I pee because why the fuck not and we wait outside. He goes to the bathroom.
I start thinking, hey, you know what, maybe it will start going okay. And then god said no! Fuck you, actually!
We walk past the toy aisle. I think, score. But my dawdling nine year old sees it; giant bluey. All hell breaks loose. I remind her we are here for food, not toys. She tells me daddy promised to get it for her. He didn't, he said she couod have it for her birthday. Obviously I am wrong, and so she starts screaming. AGAIN. Why did it become unacceptable to shut your children up with pacifiers? I then ask myself why they put the toy aisle right next to the family bathroom. Because store managers hate parents, perhaps?
I tell her no. But she has alerted her three other walking siblings that they are at the toy aisle. They are looking at things. My oldest brings me a stuffed dinosaur. I said, dude, you just wrecked your carpets we are now replacing you are not getting new toys. He starts crying because I used my mean voice. I say sorry and he finally puts the toy back.
Miss nine is still screaming about bluey. "I want daddy!" He's at work. "Tell him to leave work!" No. Dad can not leave work because you're having a tantrum. "I want grandma!" Okay. You want grandma? "Yeah! Call her!" Fucking okay!
I call grandma. Ask her if she's busy. She's not, score! She says "Is that little miss I can here?" And she agrees to come to help me.
Grandma shows up. I'm fairly sure she broke a law somehow. She got there in ten and she lives thirty minutes away from the store. She was like an angel strutting up the aisle.
Little miss nine sees her saviour. Little does she know grandma is here to save me. Three fucking words.
"Are you behaving?"
And it all stops. All of it. She rushes into an explanation. Because oh shit grandma isn't happy.
Grandma asks her calmly if she needs to say sorry to anyone. Nine agrees. She says sorry to me. I accept her apology. She turns to the other three. They also all say sorry. Then, like the god she is, she turns to me and asks if I want her to take them.
My kids scream yes. I scream yes. Grandma takes the older four. I was fairly sure I heard the older two arguing over who got to sit in the front of grandma's car but that is not my issue. (She sent me a photo a few hours later of them all cuddled on thr couch watching TV with their happy meals so she obviously fixed the issue).
At this point it is 8 am. I have just experienced the worst hour of my life thus far. Can it get any worse?
The answer is yes. Yes it can. Because, you see, I breastfeed my kids. Four year old twins included. I know I'm evil and I need to stop but this is not what this rant is about.
After about an hour of shopping toddler decides she is done being in the sling. I put her down and let her toddle. She can't go very fast. Boys do not want to get out. Whatever.
What they do, however, want, is booby. Now I am not a fan of public nursing at all, especially not when I'm trying to track a toddler and do my shopping. I say no. They cry. I offer snacks. They throw it. I offer water. They throw that, too, and narrowly miss their sisters head.
I offer a cuddle. And what do my heinous little rascals do? Expose me. To the entire fucking store. the fuckers unzipped my jacket and pulled my shirt down in the twenty seconds it took me to pull back from hugging them.
I'm a trans guy and actually pass relatively okay daily. Today was one of my man days! I was called sir by the store clerk who helped me find cereal! And who fucking sees? That same store clerk. Who awkwardly calls me ma'am for the rest of my trip. And before anyone asks, no, I don't wear a bra, because they make me anxious (and make my chest look bigger). I have also been lactating for almost twelve years so I no longer leak (woohoo). They are unnecessary.
Except apparently they aren't! Because now the store clerk who actually thought I was a man saw my fucking tits!
I left to feed the kids in the toilets because at this point I just wanted to go home. We finished our shopping. In three trips, because I didn't have the other cart nor my husbands expert stacking skills.
We came home. I also got us mcdonalds because fuck my life I deserve a fucking milkshake.
I put the food away. My twins took of their diapers and smeared literal shit on my walls. I cleaned that. I have nursed them to sleep and I know they aren't going to sleep tonight but I don't even care I just need a break.
I'm having sweet baby snuggles with my no-longer-a-baby and then I cried about that because why is she so big now? When did that happen?
My MIL text me and said the girls want to stay the night with her. Six y/o is coming home, oldest hasn't decided yet, but he'll probably come home.
I called my husband and cried. He's gonna grab the boys and pizza on his way back. The good shit too. I don't like fast food twice in one day but I don't even care at this moment in time.
Ninety nine percent of the time my kids are good and our days are easy ish. Maybe two meltdowns and one argument. I haven't had to call my MIL for backup since the twins were babies. And, incidentally, that time I was also shopping with the kids by myself.
I don't know why they're like this with me. They never behave like that when their dad is there. I swear half the time he doesn't believe me on the shit I say they do because he literally never sees it.
I talk about my great, huge family. My beautiful neurodivergent household. I love it. But days like this make me feel like I've made the biggest mistake a person can make. Is that just me, or?
Now I'm going to go kill braincells scrolling the internet and probably sit in bed until my husband comes home. I don't actually expect anyone to read this, but if you did, thanks? And I'll probably see you later.
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My two oldest, not in car seats, proceeded to scream the city down over who got to sit up front with me as my husband was not in the passenger seat. The answer was neither of them, but they still continued to fight over who would have had the seat if I had allowed one of them to (we drive a van, we have bench seats - they both could have sat up front realistically).
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She says he's dragging his ass finding a home for them - does she mean a house? She wants to buy a house with this prick? She's scared of exposing her child to this misogynistic bastard, but she wants to own a home with him.
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I’m so mad at myself for being so weak and not leaving when I had the CHANCES. And one of them being when he let me stay at a homeless shelter while he partied, but then when the shelter was giving me resources to be independent and get my own space, he came back all of sudden and wanted to financially support me again.
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