About nine months ago, I became my mother’s caregiver. Everything was going fine until January, when my mother announced a foster child she had raised was coming home for a "visit". I begged my mother not to let her come because 1) I am not particularly close to any of my foster siblings 2) I didn’t want my peace and quiet disturbed by a third person in the house 3) I didn’t want anyone getting in my way as I tried to take care of Mom and 4) I didn’t trust that this was just going to be a visit.

Of course, I turned out to be correct. Shortly after she returned, my foster sister announced she was pregnant (which is why she came back for her "visit"), with no job, no education, no money, and, as far as I can tell, a baby "daddy" who really doesn’t give a crap about her (not that I blame him). It is now April, and she has parked herself comfortably in the house. It annoys me every time I have to look at or listen to her. It is real aggravation to know she’s stuck in the house and there isn’t anything I can do about it. My mother claims my sister plans on leaving once the baby is born, but I don’t believe that for a second. Where is she going to go wtith no job, no education, and no money?
I am 38 years old, male, and resent being in this position. I could easily put my mother in a nursing home and move out but I love my mother too much to do that. I could hire a professional caregiver and move out, but I would still feel as if I were abandoning my mother out of anger. My mother has had some health issues over the past few years. There is the possibility she will pass away and I would then be able to kick my foster sister out, but I do love my mother and would rather not anticipate that "resolution". Here are a list of reasons why I can’t stand my foster sister:

I’m 38 years old. About nine months ago I moved back home and became my mother’s caregiver. My parents raised three foster children. In January, my mother moved one of those foster children (now age 25), back into the house. I really, really can’t stand this chick and my mother is constantly arguing with me, trying to get me to explain why I don’t like my foster sister. My premise is that as a grown 38-year-old man, I am entitled to my likes and dislikes without explaining them to my mother. Here are the reasons why I can’t stand my foster sister, whom I will call "C".

1) She’s pregnant with her fourth child and no husband.
2) She is the kind of woman who has different children by different fathers.
3) She’s a major freeloader.
4) When she moved back in, she took over a wing of the house that gave her four rooms to herself.
How many rooms does one non-rent paying person need??
5) She has a loud, ghetto way of talking.
6) She is one of these people who is ALWAYS on the house phone (and of course doesn’t help to pay the phone bill).
7) Everytime my mother calls me, "C" comes running. Doesn’t "C" know what her name is?
8) She is interfering.
9) She walks around acting as if the house belongs for her. For instance, the other day the landscaper was picking avocado off the tree in the back yard. I always let the guy takes as much as he wants, but I heard her loudly telling him not to pick too much. WTF? Who the eff is she? I happen to know I will be the sole heir after my Mom goes, so this chick is setting herself up for a rude shock if she thinks this is "her" house.
10) She has no house key, and whenever she comes home she likes to stand at my bedroom window shouting at the top of her lungs for me to let her in. OMG it will be such a sweet day when I can tell this chick to get out of MY house and never come back.
11) My mother is incontinent and I need to do her laundry daily. My foster sister will take clothes out of the machine, throw them willy nilly, or just meddle with the way I have things organized. If I had my way, I would tell that non-rent paying chick to go to the laundry mat. But then if I had my way, she wouldn’t be living here at all.


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For the longest time now, I find fault with how my MIL raised my husband, how she and my husband’s other sisters use my husband for favors, and how they pretend that they like me.

When we’re all together, his mom says that he blows all of his money. She also says taht she wishes she could go back to school, but she can’t because she’s a single, working mom. My husband says comments like "You hate them, they hate you." Whenever I mention how I don’t like them/ what they’re doing. He tells his mom that I think they hate me, and she denies it. I’m fed up with whatever is going on behind my back. My husband claims that they don’t talk shyt on me, but I think everyone does at one point in time. I even heard my husband say that his mom said, "What’s up her ass?" When we got in a fight at her house, and he said that she stated, "What, can’t you stand your wife?"

Sometimes it feels like a constant battle for my husband. Why can’t I have him to myself? When we first were married, we had a nice 1 bedroom apartment, we spent a lot of time together, he didn’t talk to his mom (she was a b!tch and threw him out) and I felt like I had peace and didn’t have to worry. Now that I had a baby and lived with them for 4 months (moved out in Feb. things just keep getting worse though) it’s like a living hell, no matter how far I live from them!

Are they gossiping about me? How do I find out??? Their phone conversations are usually 3 minutes or less at any given time, but he does go to her house once a week to talk or do favors for her.


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I’ve been working it through in my head for years now… I’m a reasonable person, I don’t believe in any religion or after life. I quite like the idea of being accountable for my own life.

I always feel incomplete. It occurs to me that anything I do gives me momentary satisfaction and nothing fulfilling. I’ve turned to art but its a lonely occupation and as soon as I’ve made a project it loses me. The magic is gone instantly and I search again.

I’ve never met a woman who I found really got me, or who made me feel like I wanted to have anything more from. People to me are simple. They don’t surprise me or leap out. What’s more I just see a society that is geared entirely around money…

My Dad passed from a heart attack about five years ago and ever since then every morning I wake up and I try to find a way to make the day memorable but… I’m just ash. I walk, I talk but I just want peace.
I see trees and rocks and leaves which according to my beliefs is what I’ll become, just a part of everything else. I just feel unendingly empty…

I feel like I’m avoiding women so that I don’t waste my time here. I feel like I’m making art to get whatever it was that was in my mind out there and have some sense of lasting feeling of achievement. I’m in my twenties and I feel like I’m going to die soon.

I wake up and I think, when.

Is the whole point of life to get whatever you want to do out of your system so you’re just ready to die?


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i really don’t understand this story because it so boring and i am not into greek mythology
but i have a essay to do on this book called oedipus the king by sophocles

my question is
describe the significance of the devastation and how the protagonist ,oedipus tries to come to terms with this situation.what does he try to do to bring peace and prosperity back to this city?


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So, I dated Ben for 2 years, fell in love, which wasn’t hard considering I was getting over a horrible guy. This guy seemed perfect. A year in and we were still together, never fought, never seems to bicker about anything. A year and a half in.. I realized we hadn’t talked about a future together.. or a future at all. We are both old enough to begin to at least think about this, and yet.. we hadn’t. Around 2 years, Ben breaks it to me that he doesn’t know if this is it, he doesn’t know if this is “true love.” Ben had never been in a relationship before me, other than a few dates here and there, and I, well lets just say I’ve had my share of emotional connections. Ben was my 2-3 long term boyfriend and I felt with him what I felt with no other(and still, but we’ll get to that in a minute). I remember with Ben I never thought anything about another person, I never felt the need to think about another person, I was just.. as I like to put it: where I wanted to be. So the break-up happened and I made myself take a second look around. Maybe what I’d felt wasn’t love, maybe it was just what I could get at the time, maybe I could find more than “where I wanted to be.”
James and Ben were roommates for about a year. James was one of the sweetest guys I’d ever met(still to this day is). We’d always been friendly, yet I saw him in a different light, maybe it was a feeling, or maybe it was anger running though my veins to my ex. I felt as though it was a strong suggestion to at least try. James and I began dating soon after, he even asked his roommate(my ex) if this was okay. My roommate replied “I’ve seen how you to get along, it’s obvious it could be a good thing.. sure.” We’ve been dating for 3 months, and it has been a rocky time between our friends and my ex. James and I seem to not hang around them as much anymore, in fear that we might disturb peace between the “group.”
1-2 months into the relationship with James.. my ex discovers what happened was not what he wants now. He questions his decision to break up with me and starts a quick plan to win me back, I push away and take this as a “you’re an ex for a reason” type deal. I stop talking to him and tell myself this new relationship is everything I’ve wanted from Ben, only with someone else. Well, now, 3 months in.. I miss Ben. I think about him, and I pray he doesn’t move on.. because I feel like I haven’t fully recovered, nor that I may not. I love my new boyfriend, I feel things for him I can describe, but I love Ben, I feel things for him I CAN’T describe. Maybe it was my quick rebound relationship, or maybe… just maybe there was a reason for all this and the reason was to make it work with Ben. …I don’t know what my question is, I just need advice
Ben broke up with me because "he didn’t know if it was true love" since it was his first "love." He was confused.


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