Arise, then, women of this day! Arise all women who have hearts, whether our baptism be that of water or of fears!
Say firmly: "We will not have great questions decided by irrelevant agencies. Our husbands shall not come to us, reeking with carnage, for caresses and applause. Our sons shall not be taken from us to unlearn all that we have been able to teach them of charity, mercy and patience.
We women of one country will be too tender of those of another country to allow our sons to be trained to injure theirs. From the bosom of the devastated earth a voice goes up with our own. It says "Disarm, Disarm! The sword of murder is not the balance of justice."
Blood does not wipe our dishonor nor violence indicate possession. As men have often forsaken the plow and the anvil at the summons of war, let women now leave all that may be left of home for a great and earnest day of counsel. Let them meet first, as women, to bewail and commemorate the dead.
Let them then solemnly take counsel with each other as to the means whereby the great human family can live in peace, each bearing after their own time the sacred impress, not of Caesar, but of God.
In the name of womanhood and of humanity, I earnestly ask that a general congress of women without limit of nationality may be appointed and held at some place deemed most convenient and at the earliest period consistent with its objects, to promote the alliance of the different nationalities, the amicable settlement of international questions, the great and general interests of peace.
Julia Ward Howe
Boston
1870
Pretty much what the title says. My mother has mostly been respectful of my marriage and my request that she not try to convert my wife but every once in a while she low key tries to slide these things to her behind my back. Half of me wants to use this to start a dialogue about why I’m not Mormon any more and half of me wants to just let it go. Any thoughts or advice?
It's been 3 days since my Mom died; I had moved in with her a little over a year ago as her health was declining; she's been to the hospital many times since then, had some close calls, ups and downs like a roller coaster, it's not been fun for her, and had been in the hospital for a few weeks when it looked like she might be ready for rehab and maybe be out by Christmas so we could visit my brother and his family, when she took a sharp downturn, and this past Sunday she passed away.
My Aunt certainly has her cross to bear, as she is taking care of her younger brother who also has many health problems; she called me earlier this evening, asking how I'm doing (not well); she tells me I need to get over that, and proceeds to unload all her troubles on me.
Don't get me wrong, she's older than my late mother and has been going through a lot, and I can totally understand her needing someone to talk to, which I am happy to do, but man, just 3 days after my Mom's death telling me I should just "get over it", that's just IMO in very poor taste, and seems callous.
Sorry to unload like that.
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First time ever posting on Reddit and first time ever seeking advice on the internet about my toxic relationship with my uBPD mother. I hope I'm doing this right and if I miss anything, please let me know and I'll happily edit my post. Now onto my story...
Two days ago, she, my brother, and I got into a heated argument where in classic fashion she is always right and her kids are good for nothings, stupid, and will suffer without her.
After years of being her breadwinner (I'm 29 now and have been working jobs to keep us afloat since I was 18), suffering from her verbal/emotional abuse, being the victim of her horrible impulsive choices and unwillingness to better herself (we've been homeless 3 times), and hearing the horrifically untrue word vomit she spewed at my brother before involving me (because if one "child" triggers her wrath then both have to be villains)... I finally screamed at her and unleashed all the pain and anger I bottled inside all my life and kicked her out of our apartment.
Since then, I've been dealing with the physical and mental aftermath of not just screaming with the intensity of a banshee just to stand up for myself but with emotional and mental anguish. That blowout left me with a sore throat, a tightness in my chest from screaming, and with a headache and lightheadedness that hasnt went away.
She is staying with my aunt (who heard everything over the phone because my mother called her to say how horrible we are) and decided to take her in for whatever reason.
Today, she texted me saying her bank account has been overdrawn because of her monthly fees. I didn't answer but that text alone triggered me to the point of tears. She has the audacity to text me, not to apologize, not to see how we're doing and try to make amends... but to fucking tell me her account is withdrawn...
Please... please help me... I've never felt so defeated in my life. I'm fighting the parts of me that want to please her and to amend the situation which ultimately ends up with me gaslighting myself and ignoring all she's done wrong to me.
I'm lost... scared, angry, still in plenty of discomfort and pain. I'm the only person working in my home and my brother has been looking for work but this has me torn. I have a feeling my brother despite knowing how toxic she is, will enable her and try to let her come back.
I told my brother yesterday that if he wants his mother to come back to live in the apartment (that is a studio with no separate rooms, no
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