His blog is called Ed - A Mommy.
So here's an update... I have read all the responses to my previous topic but did not find time to respond and reply to each and every one of them individually. The common thought seems to be that I need to "man up" and "take responsibility of my life" and many have adviced me to "kick out my wife" or seek legal council and start gathering evidence.
Financially speaking as a young father of soon to be three kids, I cannot just call up a lawyer like that. We are not Americans and we are not in America either so I do not know which laws do and do not apply to our situation. The guy she had her emotional affair with, however, is in the States but they lost contact and my wife claims she does not know his last name or exact location, only his first name. Some have suggested she was the one being catfished but she says no, because she actually had videocalls with the guy and he looked like the images he had previously sent her.
My wife admitted a lot of things to me in our talk... for example, she's a singer-songwriter, or rather, she tries to be one. She has written a lot of songs, passionate, romantic and sweet loving songs over the last half year. I was touched by them before, thought they were about me. Turns out they weren't. Turns out they were about that guy. This devastated me.
The whole affair, my wife said, "inspired her". She told me about how hard-working the guy is. How he is going to a top university, how clever and bright he is, blablabla. She said she considers me lazy, not ambitious enough. That I am good with the kids and all that, a decent provider, but that I am not really someone she sees as being "capable of greatness". She likes the fact that I look good and our kids look good, and that I have a lot of focus on their well-being. But she "needs a life partner, not just a babysitter". This infuriated me because when I take care of my fucking kids, I am NOT just a babysitter, I am their father and I am caring for them because I love them and I am responsible for them.
She admitted she often thinks of "going back to her own country" and living with her parents (my in-laws are quite well-to-do and my MIL has a lot of time on her hands to help out) - my wife is not originally from the same country as me. My wife said she'd take the kids... follow her dreams in the city she studied in which she things will give her
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what the ufcks wrong with us bois
No matter what you're doing in life, you just DROP it and space out for a sec with an affirming frown: 'Yes. Yes it's a fucking PERFECT album. Shit.'
That's basically all I can remember. I found the song years ago in an askreddit thread about sad songs and that song was linked there.
Using a throwaway as I have a lot of identifying info in my main account
I really want to have a family. I want a home, a partner, children - the works. I want this so badly that 7 years ago, at 30 years of age, I left behind my entire life to migrate to a different country (long story for a different subreddit) so I might have a real chance at it.
At 34, in this new country, I met a soulmate. A person with whom I had an instant deep connection. We were so similar that being with him felt like being with some of the most beautiful parts of my own self. He was ten years older than me.
I was with him for a year and a half. He had initially seemed open to kids and family. But as time went by he seemed less and less sure about having children - and he realised he needed to decide exactly what he wanted out of life.
I gave him time, but it seemed that he needed much more time to sort himself out than I could wait - he said he needed years. I knew I couldn't wait years for an answer, especially if there was a real possibility he would decide he didn't want a family after all.
So I left him. Amicably, and with great pain and regret on both sides. But I did leave.
Now I'm 37 and I've met a wonderfully kind and caring man of 42 who loves me to bits. He's not perfect, but neither am I! We've been together 6 months, and we've already had conversations about family, children and a home (you can't beat around the bush too much at our age!). He says he wants those thing too - if they are with me.
I love this guy. And the fact he wants the same things I do and is prepared to move at the same pace as me to make them happen is HUGE.
But here's the thing: we are total opposites. Being with him is not like being with the most beautiful parts of my own self. We don't intuitively understand each other at a deep and unspoken level. We are two people who love each other, but who are extremely different, and so in many, many ways it feels like there is a galaxy of distance between us.
Having previously experienced a connection that felt almost cosmic, my connection with this man feels relatively stilted and inadequate in comparison. Because we are so different, no matter how much we love each other, I believe I will never have that kind of connection with him.
The trouble is that space between us feels more and more like an emptiness to me as time goes by. I try hard to connect with him, but it's difficult to get him to understand what I'm trying to achieve. T
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However, in recent months I have felt that I need to step away from bedside (even if the cost of that change is a loss of my clinical skills or a slight decrease in pay) and find something less stressful. I understand with every job comes stress and frustrations, but I should not be feeling suicidal ideations from the dread and anxiety of going to work in an understaffed, overworked, toxic environment in a for-profit hospital. (Note: I am getting help for my mental state, and am medicated). I feel so befuddled and confused. I know nothing other than bedside. I know that I enjoy education, I enjoy working on computers and am proficient with them, and I enjoy organization. What I no longer enjoy is patient care. I love my patients but at the same time they are SO draining and most days I feel that I am working a thankless customer service job on steroids (i.e. RN = refreshments and narcotics).
Nurses who have had experience in bedside and then left: what's your secret? How did you find the position you're in now and what about it do you enjoy/dislike? Any advice for a nurse that is floundering and trying to figure out where to go next? My only real limitations are that I have an old back injury which prevents me from being able to stand in one place for hours at a time (can ya'll tell I looked into OR scrub nursing? lol) and I cannot do nightshifts (4 years of them have burned me out!)
Here's a link to the poll, as u can see shrek won
https://www.reddit.com/r/firstsub/comments/e7kkmk/pollwhat_should_be_banned_in_place_of_shredded/
Today I went with my best friend since high school to the police station. Over a decade ago, a lodger in her mother’s house (who was in his 40s) groomed a then 13 year old girl, and then had sex with her over the next few years. The age of consent where we live is 16 and thus, she was a minor and not able to legally give consent, making every sexual encounter a form of sexual assault...to the best of my understanding. But whatever the technical term, it was fucked up. This man had a son older than she was. At the time, she believed she was in love, and even when her mother discovered the relationship, it was never followed through to prosecution. Unfortunately at the time, adults failed to protect her (her mother even slut shamed her). Three weeks ago, her abuser tried to call my friend. After having a panic attack, she called me and said she had decided to do it, to report him...and she asked if I would come with her. Luckily, there is no statute of limitation on sexual assault in our jurisdiction. So today, we met outside her local police station, chatted for five minutes, had a big hug, and walked in the front door.
I am just so proud of my friend. I am awed and privileged that she asked me to come. She asked me to not go in with her when she spoke to detectives but even that I’m proud of because it means she chose her boundaries. I remember when we were 13 and she first told me about her ‘boyfriend’ and knowing something was terribly wrong but feeling helpless to help her... but now, as adults, I’m so proud because she is helping herself. This is just the beginning, and we may never see justice served, but even the act that she did today, of saying aloud what happened to her, and asserting that it was wrong, is such a massive step. And, fingers crossed, we have enough to prosecute, and maybe prevent this man from harming other children the way he did my friend.
Today was incredibly hard. For her. Even for me. After speaking to reception at the police station, my friend began to dissociate and become very flat in facial expression/tone of voice. Despite my suggestions, she’d never told anyone in any detail what had happened to her; not even a therapist, not even written down anywhere, and I worried it would be too much for her. A detective and a policeman (both male) came and took her to a room for about 35 minutes, and I walked the block wondering what I could possibly say afterwards.
Afterwards, we went to the pub and had a pint, and then went to
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The worst generation.
Prices are skyrocketing 30-40%
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