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feralnomad8 said:Just some thoughts on this... if they hadn't changed, then I guess I have. But there’s such a thing as consideration, you know? Just basic decency and etiquette. That's really what I find myself rambling about all the time.
I mean, looking back, I spent so much time being the one reaching out, you know? Just constantly calling them, checking in... it felt like I was doing all the heavy lifting. But it’s only just hitting me now that it was pretty much one-sided. Not once did anyone actually reach out to ask how I was holding up, or even just check in to see how I was managing everything with the baby. It’s a strange realization to have.
Honestly, nothing in my family is ever quite normal. It’s like my mother is this master manipulator who can bend everyone around her to her will with just a single word—it's wild how she keeps them all spinning. But me? I’m out of her reach. I’ve got my own identity, my own way of looking at things, and I don't let her pull my strings. Everyone else in the house seems to have lost all sense of reality lately. They’re completely obsessed with the material stuff—just constant spending and wasting money like it grows on trees. Meanwhile, I’m over here actually trying to save and build something. It’s like we’re living in two different worlds.
So, my sister... I mean, credit where credit is due, she really thought she was playing the game right. She set her sights on marrying into one of those big, old-money families—you know the type, like the Vanderbilts or something. She just wanted that lifestyle, that security. But then she got pregnant, and well, things went south fast. That wealthy guy? He just walked away. Left her high and dry. It’s funny how life works sometimes, isn't it? You chase the gold standard, thinking you've found the jackpot, but then the whole thing just falls apart like a house of cards. One minute you're at a gala in Manhattan, and the next, you're realizing the foundation was built on nothing but sand.
It’s just... there's this underlying frustration, I guess. It feels like when I was starting from zero—when I didn't have anything to my name and nobody really knew who I was—every little win felt like such a huge deal. Back then, milestones were celebrated. But now that things have actually fallen into place? Now that I've actually achieved those goals? Suddenly, it's like it doesn't even count. It’s treated like it’s nothing special. Like, buying a house outright without a massive mortgage isn't even worth mentioning anymore. People act like it's trivial or just... silly. It’s strange how the goalposts move once you actually reach them.
The truth is, my parents are trying so hard with my sisters—like, they’re giving it everything they've got—but it’s just not clicking. It’s like watching someone try to fix a vintage Mustang engine with nothing but a screwdriver and a prayer; the effort is there, but the results? Not really. And then there’s me. I feel like I actually get it, you know? Like it comes naturally, or at least I'm not constantly hitting a wall. But honestly, saying I'm "good" at it feels like a total lie. It's more like... a complete negation of the word.
It’s the exact same story with my husband. It feels like his two brothers have already decided his fate. They’ve basically written him off—like he’s destined to fail, so they figure they should just liquidate everything they own to build up their own houses. They act like my house isn't even a factor in the equation. And honestly, where does it end? To make matters worse, they actually get angry at him when he tries to teach them a lesson or point out the reality of things. It’s just... it's a lot. Like, his own father never even got to meet his grandson because of all this tension. And then there's the favorite son, who lives twenty miles away from them and hasn't had kids in like ten years, yet they still treat him like the golden child. I just don't get how they can't see what's happening right in front of them.
Nothing in my family is ever normal. My mother is a master manipulator; she can bend anyone around her to her will with just a word, but I’m out of her reach. I still have my own identity and my own way of looking at the world. They’ve all lost any sense of reality, I guess. It’s nothing but material things, spending, and pure wastefulness for them. Meanwhile, I save. It’s just not their way.
My sister, bless her heart, thought she could just marry into money. She wanted that high-society life, so she got pregnant. Now, that wealthy guy has already walked away from her. I guess that’s how it goes.
There is a certain frustration here. When I had nothing and was nobody, achievements like mine were actually held in high regard. But now that I’ve actually pulled it off—just because things fell into place for me—suddenly it’s not worth mentioning. Now, buying a house outright without a mortgage? Apparently, that's just trivial. Unimportant. Stupid.
The truth is, my parents are desperately trying to hold things together for my sisters, but they’re clearly failing. And me? I guess I’m doing alright, though that feels like a complete lie. It's all just a negation, really.
My husband tells me it’s the same old story. Two brothers are basically set for life, while this one is just left to rot. They’d sell everything they own just to build him up, acting like my house isn't even part of the equation. I don't see where this ends. And to top it off, they have the nerve to get angry when he actually tries to teach them a lesson. My dad never even met his grandson. Meanwhile, their little favorite lives twenty miles away and hasn't had kids in ten years. I guess it's hard for them to see any further than that.
Chris Gray5;12763351 said:Rebecca Roberts35 said:😲😲😲
I suppose it isn't quite that extreme in my case... but I'll see a dermatologist regardless...
Besides, I really don't have any dental issues (just had a checkup yesterday...), my complexion is great, and I've never dealt with acne or cysts anywhere on my body...
This sounds awful. Honestly, I'm feeling pretty worried now...😢
Oh, please...🙂...what is there to worry about?.....Just get a referral and head to the dermatologist, everything can be fixed... besides, I highly doubt you're dealing with cysts (and even that ex of yours eventually managed to clear up his issue), though frankly, your vivid description is to blame for making me relive old memories....😛.......
Chris Gray5;12762357 said:
do you think she should see a dermatologist?
YES.
I once had a boyfriend who dealt with the exact same thing... he still has them on his back... thinking back on it, it looked pretty bad and was even noticeable just by touch... it was a relationship at the time, so we moved past it, but it wasn't exactly pleasant to look at or feel...
I'm not trying to overwhelm you here, I'm just suggesting you take her to a doctor...
in his case (which sounds exactly like what you described), they weren't just pimples, they were boils....
your skin is basically a mirror for your health, and it isn't right for things to be breaking out like that for no reason... anyway, his dermatologist told him that boils are often linked to dental issues, so he had to get all his cavities fixed first before they could work on removing the boils.... boils are like little sacs that constantly fill up with infection, so his doctor said they actually need to be surgically removed, because if those "sacs" aren't taken out, they just keep filling up. A boil might calm down or recede for a bit, but then it just fills right back up again...