Towards the end Sue Ellen tells Rose that her job should go to the woman in the office who was covering for her and doing all her GED reports. Now it doesn’t even come up.
Now this is a movie that those bigwigs in Hollywood should remake! With moder dat actress'/actors... who would u guys like to see star in it if it was remade ?
I dont know how to add like the cover of the movie or I would... my post would look ako t nore cooler as well!
Now hear me out guys. I know this is one of those movies you remember as a kid fondly, but I'm re watching it right now, and it's bad shi t cray. It's a house full of budding sociopaths abandoned by their hoarder mother. And it just gets more insane from there. If they don't do this, I'm starting my own called "why didn't this episode of hdtgm get made?"
Can we get into a deep discussion about this film?
I didn’t really know where to post this, so I came here. I babysit for a family with two kids — a 4 year old boy and a 6 year old girl. The 4 year old boy is a saint, but the girl never listens to me or her parents. Anyway, the first day I started the mom had me bathe them and I’ve been bathing them everyday ever since. They do not have sugar coated words for their body parts. They call it penis and vagina, and also sometimes privates. I thought it was a bit weird that they don’t sugar coat it, but I’ve heard that it’s better to tell them the names straight up, but I don’t know. When I bathe them, I clean everywhere, but their privates and then ask them to do their privates themselves. A lot of times they both say “no I want you to do it” and then when I do it they tell me it tickles. The girl acts strange sometimes. She tries to show her brother and I her privates. The other day she peed in the bathtub as soon as she got in it and I told the mother and the mother said she’s never done that before. She also once told me that her doctor told her that it’s okay for babysitters to touch her vagina. What I’m most concerned about is that last week when I was bathing the girl she started talking about her vagina and then inserted a finger into it. I immediately told her not to do that. I asked some friends and family members if they thought this was weird behavior for a 6 year old and that I should tell the mother. I really don’t know what to do. I don’t want the mother to think I’m like sexualizing it or become offended that I think it’s odd behavior. I also don’t want all these things to come back and bite me in the ass since I’m the one who bathes her. Can someone give me some guidance here?
Edit: thank you for all the responses. I am going to start answering each right now, but might take me some time to get to all
Edit 2: I forgot to mention that the mom is at the home about 80% of the time while I’m giving baths. Why she can’t do it herself? I don’t know. But she is around while I’m doing it.
Ok, so here’s some context, cause the story is kinda messed up.
In 2018, I was 19, shy and insecure, and I had sex for the first time. It was with a 26 yo guy I had a crush on. We hooked up a few times but we weren’t really "in a relationship".
In 2019, my parents told me they were divorcing after 30 years of marriage. My mom, who is bipolar and borderline, was acting really weird. A few days later, she confessed that the reason my father left her was because she cheated on him with my ex. I was in total shock of course but I didn’t let her see how bad it had affected me. She said terrible things such as "I feel like I raped you" and "I only got interested in your bf when I saw you two were dating" And on top of that, she was acting like a total victim.
Fortunately, shortly after, I went abroad to study, and I didn’t need to stay in contact with her. This story became a real taboo, and we were acting like it never happened. But now I’m back in my hometown, and I can’t stand seeing her. She often offers me to spend time together, and it makes me SO uncomfortable.
I wish I could cut ties with my mom. It’s been 2 years and a half since I learnt what happened, and I think about it every single day. It ruined my intimacy. I haven’t had sex once since - even though I am in a relationship.
I want my mother out of my life. And I don’t know how to address it without hurting her feelings (if she has some…). And it’s even more complicated considering she acts as if nothing happened. I never know in which state of mind she’s gonna be. She scares me, she just pretends to be nice but makes everyone feel miserable.
I hate it cause I feel guilty even though I haven’t done anything. I need advice. I don’t know what to do.
Update : I wrote her a letter. https://www.reddit.com/r/narcissisticparents/comments/qpfkl0/breakup_letter_to_my_nmom/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=ios_app&utm_name=iossmf
I know this is a nanny sub, and I hope my question regarding date night sitter is allowed. If not please delete.
I have two small kids, (2m, 4m), and a somewhat cranky husband. I’m home with them (the kids, lol) full time and rarely get time away.
When we get a babysitter to go out, I never know how our night will go. Will we be in a good mood and we want to stop somewhere else for desert or maybe a nightcap (or two), or will we get into a fight over something stupid and want to come home before our entrees arrive? Will the neighbor’s bbq be SO MUCH FUN that neither of us is ready to leave at 9 like we thought we would be?
I don’t know how to politely convey this to the sitter, (and I suspect the reason I can’t figure out a polite way to do it is because it is impolite behavior 😬). On date nights she will come around six and say something like, “feel free to stay out as late as you want, but what time do you think you will be home?” It just makes me feel anxious and stressed (although I get that it is a totally reasonable request).
So, is this just a “yeah, that’s one of the burdens of parenthood ... that ‘loss of freedom’ thing” or more of a it can be done, and here is how you ask for it, and you must make it clear in advance, pay well, communicate, and always send a “omw” text when you are 15-20 minutes out to allow sitter to prepare for your arrival (hide the booze, the boyfriend (kidding!!)).
- I really am kidding about the liquor and men. I give the head’s up so she can wake up (if she fell asleep), put her bra back on, gather her things, whatever.
Also, I should note, the dream would be for it to be cool to come home anytime between 9 and midnight, maybe 1:00 am at the absolute latest.
My mom(56 F) and I(17 F) have a bad relationship. I was hospitalized in the psych ward twice. The second time, she blamed me for ending up back there. She said “If you were more honest with your therapist, we wouldn’t be here”. Not ONE time did she ask if I was ok.
After being released from the hospital, there’d be moments where she’d mock my SH. Including getting angry at me when I mentioned feeling like I wanted to hurt myself. Her response was to tell me she’d get me a knife. She even saw my scars once, shrugged and told me to “do what you have to do”.
She never believed I was really depressed because her brother would threaten his family with those things.
She’d threaten to move back to where she’s from without us when she’d get mad. She’s even said to me she’d stop feeding me as I’d cry over food due to my ED.
The cold attitude made me distance myself. I stayed with my Aunt to get space from mom when I was 15. I thought it would be a wake up call that she’d lose me if she’s still acting the way she does. When I moved back after a month-ish, it was better for maybe a couple weeks. Then right back to bad.
After she got sick I didn’t feel much. She’s had cancer three times, and I’ve been trying to hard to live with her without causing stress because I know it’ll hurt her. But we had a fight a few weeks ago.
I slept in and was late to school, not uncommon. I felt bad and didn’t want to be yelled at, because that was what would always happen. So I hid under a blanket in my room and decided to wait for her to leave for work, then go. She’d be leaving soon anyways. I don’t know how she knew I wasn’t gone, but she texted me asking where I was and I heard her talking to my dad about me being home. My dad texts me too, so I respond to him immediately saying I was hiding and didn’t want mom to yell at me.
My mom comes in my room but doesn’t see me. But she checks again a moment later, comes to the corner im hiding in and whips my blanket up from my head. She gets angry. She said I made her worried but I don’t buy it. She said: “You’re deceitful” “You’re an embarrassment” “You’re killing me”
I couldn’t get a word in. She yelled about how bad I was and that she “Wouldn’t have even yelled at me” if she knew I slept in.
Crying, and I yell back “This is why I don’t care that you have cancer! You treat me like shit, what do you expect?” I decide I’ve had enough; I pack and leave for my boyfriend house, where I’ve been staying the past 3 weeks. I blocked he
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But. She has never loved me like I was her child.
This type of advice fucks with me because I totally agree with it. If I could forgive and forget, I would. People don’t realize that your body will literally shut down when you’re faced with your abuser. Your mind dissociates, panics, shuts off. My body made the decision to fight my abuser. I just finally started to listen to it.
Anyway....what do you think of advice like this?
Just sat in a meeting where we were informed we couldn’t give job applicants the name of the company until they had agreed to accept the position because the clients reputation was so bad.... apparently they mass fire their staff every 120 days for no reason other than to deprive them of state mandated benefits 😑
Using a throwaway for this.
I am a fifteen year-old girl, and I want to go to therapy to work out stress, anxiety issues and self-esteem issues and develop a much better mental health than I have now, as well as because I want a professional I can confide in that can legitimately help me.
My mother is leaning towards letting me go, but on one condition: that I not tell the therapist that she and my father have spanked/hit me before (mind you, they only had disciplinary intentions). She is afraid that, if the therapist hears of this, they will have me taken away from my parents because she’s afraid that they will consider that to be child abuse.
I thought that that’s ridiculous and I don’t think they’d do that, and I of course want to let the therapist know details of my home life that I deem necessary in order for them to be able to help me in the best and most informed way possible, but now my mom is making me afraid that one slip-up could cause my parents to be sent to jail.
This is messing me up. I don’t want to be separated from my parents; they are good people at heart and I love them very much.
What the hell do I do? Please tell me anything you might have for me.
Thanks for reading.
EDIT: I’m from Florida.
Hi Reddit! I made a new account for this because my old one had too many personal details.
As some background information, my mother and I are really close. She's normally very reasonable and calm, but when it comes to religion she's kind of stubborn. My entire family is Muslim, and my parents were born and raised in a Muslim country. When I was three, we all moved to America and we've been living here ever since.
My dad and his side of the family aren't as religious as my mom, and while none of the women on that side wear the hijab, my dad is a bit of a wild card. I have no idea how he feels on the topic, and I don't think he would be much help because we aren't very close. To my mom, religion is the most important thing in our (read: her) life. She works for an Islamic school, all her close friends are similarly religious, and when she has free time she likes to listen to lectures from Muslim scholars. I 100% understand why she feels that way- my mom has been through some pretty heartbreaking things and god is the only thing she can count on.
As you can probably tell, I don't really feel the same way. Don't get me wrong- I love certain aspects of Islam, and I have always felt at home within our community and religion. My mother and I do tend to argue on the stiffer points (like gay rights, tattoos, etc- all of which aren't allowed in Islam) but those arguments have always been casual debates when the topic comes up. The one thing we have never argued about is the hijab, and that's mainly due to how afraid I am to bring the topic up.
To my mom, hijab is the best way to show your devotion to god, and the topic isn't really up for debate. I started wearing it when I was REALLY young- around 10- and it was more out of a misguided attempt to please her than it was for any religious reasons. That would probably be a really good reason to explain why I don't want to wear it anymore, but it's been about ten years since and she would point out that even if my initial reasons were wrong, that doesn't mean they can't be changed. My real reasons for not wanting to wear it anymore is because I'm tired of being constantly pigeonholed into something I'm not when I wear the hijab. Everyone assumes I'm some innocent nun and that's really not the case. I've taken it off for parties and gotten drunk and high like every other teen my age and I just want to stop living this ridiculous double life.
My real issue here is that I have no idea how to bring it up to my mom
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The title says it all. Through the actions of my Mom (narcissist), Sister (thinks she's on an episode of desperate housewives 24/7), Aunt, and Grandmother, I haven't spoken with them since my wedding day in October. That's a good hour long read of a post, and it's some drama worthy of the grimiest of reality TV shows. I dealt with it by cutting off contact (therapist's orders), so I never posted about it here. Long story short, mom's a control issues oriented narcissist and the rest of the family fell in line with her victim crying. Classic case of DARVO.
I hope that paints a somewhat reasonable picture of what I'm dealing with here.
This issue now is that DH (dear, in this case) and I were trying to get pregnant. DH had cancer 10 years ago, so we were going to go through a fertility clinic and donor. Everything was going great until I had a uterine polyp removed, which is fairly standard fair. By the magical coincidences of the universe though, that one polyp just happened to be endometrial cancer. I'm devastated. I don't know what to do. The only plus side is that we caught it extremely early.
But now we come to this: I feel like I need to tell them. My spoke with my Dad (parents are split and hate one another. Dad and I are on good terms) and broke the news to him. Even he thinks I should tell her. I know I don't HAVE to. I know she doesn't deserve to know. But there's that niggling part of the back of my head that says it's the right thing to do.
Has anyone ever been in this position? Or have advice? Real advice would be extremely welcome.
Edit: Thank you all for so much helpful advice and real talk. I've teared up a few times, because yeah, really thinking about it, I don't think telling her would be beneficial to me at all. That being said, I forgot to mention something. One reason I do want her to know: I have a 28 year old sister (classic GC) and a 16 year old sister (who is innocent in all this) and I want them to be aware. I have the gumption to send my mom an email or a letter I think. That feels like the best way. Thanks y'all.
Had a bizarre but funny encounter in Nuclear Winter with a random. He starts barking over the mike that "You don't know what the Fuck ya'll are doing. Ya'll wanna just camp. I am a hunter!"
I told him "Okay then. Bye. Go hunt."
He takes off in his own direction and not more than 10 seconds later, he's dead. About 30 seconds after that, someone walked into the cabin we were hunkered down in and I killed the player with my Gatling gun. So the "hunter" got himself killed and the camper (me) killed someone.
