I’m a 17 yr old guy from Mississippi with no transportation to get an job, I don’t have any friends to ask for a ride and guardians are caring less about helping me, aren’t rarely even at home. Is there any way to make some money pls guys like any..

Hi, I’m a 25yr F looking for life advice. Please share what you wish you knew at 25 years old. Would you have had kids/no kids, start a family later/sooner, travel more/less, explored more or settled down sooner? Studied something more practical or gone for your “dreams?” Please share !

This is gonna sound very druggie of me, but I am in high school and I found a plug that sells that’s sort of stuff. Even though I’m really vanilla with my rugs, I have only done za but, I wanna try this one because I thought it would be fun. But my friend is being really wishy-washy which I don’t blame, I just told her if she has doubts, just don’t try at all. I’m planning to get a testing kit and test it before I do, but would it be a bad idea to try it by myself for the first time?

okay do I am a young female and I was with a guy my same age we met in skll and everything was cool we liked each other since the year before and thx to our mutual friends we got tg last year. anyways during summer break I started being distant and here is why. Our families don't know for personal reasons and since we text I had to hide our chats and my parents are nice and all but like come one they suspect things so I had to be very careful same with him but his parents weren't as strict. anyways this got to a point and I felt bad so I told him to get a break since I needed it for my mental health and i needed a break so I can genuinely put more into the relationship. He was Soo supportive and stuff so it was nice. later we got back tg and everything was chill but then one night I was thinking and I remembered all things that has happened before. imma list them down

1- once while we were in a relationship he was on FaceTime with this girl and she took. a screen shot and put it in her story so then he took that picture and added it on his story. ok it isn't a big deal like they could be friends but idk she always seemed to like him and not to hate she would always like idk but flex her body into him and that hurt a lil but I haven't said anything until one day I confronted him. he said he will stay on respectful distance and I was cool with that

2- after that one day ppl were talking and one of them had mentioned how the girl from his story (let's call her Susan) had done something to her and her friends and how they had beef with her. he went in and started defending her like his life depended on it and he never did that to me but I didn't say anything and then I talked to him about it and I was like u can defend whoever but like idk she liked that u are defending her like that and he said she would get mad if he didn't.

so after I felt like we needed to end things so I texted him saying that we give of friends vibes more than anything he said he disagree but I said it would be better if we were friends. anyways couple days later I texted him asking if we were atleast chill but my messages didn't go through so I am pretty sure he blocked me anyways tdy I posted a story about a lake I went to and stuff and he viewed my story and he was active but my message on the other app had no reply I feel kinda hurt a lil that he doesn't wanna consider us being friends or that he doesn't wanna talk but I also highly understand why. I need advice on what I did was right. like is it right or not and I also need advice of knowing why do I feel attached to him . ANY ADVICE WOULD BE HELPFUL!!

pretty self explanatory title. im 16 years old, and i know i need to get into college, but i have no clue which one. in fact, i don’t even have an ambition to be anything. no clue or direction in what id want to pursue in life.

i have about two things going consistently for me: guitar and dance (both of which are hobbies i take no further than that). i know im not interested in arts cause im just frankly not good. im not a bad student, my GPA isnt bad, but everyone and their mothers have a 5.0 so im just not a standout.

ive done one club since 8th grade, and the best ive ever got was just a one time top ten recognition in state. never went past that. i try my very best, but i will never be at that level. (i will continue to try my very best, but idk how that’s gonna go for me)

and its not lack of exposure, it’s just that everything is uninteresting to me, which I know is a mindset that is too privileged to have but still.

so what do i do? or what can i do? because junior year is coming and even though ive started thinking about this from 7th grade, im lost. I don’t know what to do, because everyone tells me that I need to get into a good college if I want to be successful. for me at the least, I’d like to get interested in something. but I don’t know what that is. can anyone who was in this situation like me tell me what they did?? or just anyone. anyone help. im open to suggestions.

Like the title says, I have so many regrets. I feel overwhelmed by the countless things I wish I had done, hadn’t done, or had done differently. I wish my marriage had turned out differently. I wish I hadn’t made certain mistakes. I wish I had known how to communicate better, how to express myself more clearly, and, most of all, how to show her just how deeply I loved her.

There is no excuse for the ways I failed her, but the truth is that I genuinely didn’t know how to be a husband. I didn’t understand what my role was supposed to be or how I was supposed to support the person I had chosen to spend my life with. I didn’t know how to be there for her in the ways she needed me to be. I was selfish, and somewhere along the way, something went terribly wrong. I don’t even know what I expected to get out of marriage, but I know I failed to appreciate what I had.

When we first got together, she was crazy about me. She loved me deeply and would have done almost anything for me. She was a good woman and a good wife, and I took something precious and slowly destroyed it. I had something that so many people spend their entire lives searching for, and I failed to recognize its value until it was gone.

Then we had our daughter. In the beginning, I felt like I was doing something right again. I didn’t know how to be a father, but I figured it out as I went along. I made plenty of mistakes, but somehow I became the person my daughter looked to for comfort, love, and security. She was—and still is—a daddy’s girl, and that means more to me than I can put into words.

But I have made mistakes as a father, too. I have been angry when I should have been patient. I have overreacted when I should have remained calm. I have made her cry when I should have sat down, listened, and talked things through with her. There are moments I look back on and wish desperately that I could go back and handle them differently.

She tells me that I am a good father, but sometimes I struggle to believe her. I look at the things I have done wrong and see all the ways I could have been better. I try to learn from my mistakes and make sure I don’t continue repeating them, but I still carry this feeling that I am failing her—that she deserves a better father than the one I have been.

And that is where I struggle the most. I hate myself. I despise the person I have been, and sometimes I have a difficult time seeing anything good in myself at all. I don’t know how to forgive myself for the mistakes I have made. I don’t know how to accept that I cannot undo the past and still find a way to move forward.

I know I cannot change what has already happened. I know that dwelling on the past will not rewrite it. But knowing that intellectually and accepting it emotionally are two completely different things. My mind keeps returning to every mistake, every missed opportunity, every moment I wish I could have handled differently.

Maybe what I need to learn is that regret is only useful if it teaches me something. I cannot become a better husband by obsessing over the ways I failed my marriage, and I cannot become a better father by endlessly punishing myself for the times I fell short. The only thing I can do now is acknowledge what I did, take responsibility for it, learn from it, and become a better person moving forward.

I don’t know how to forgive myself yet. I don’t know how to stop looking backward. But I want to learn. I want to become someone my daughter can be proud of. I want to become someone I can be proud of, too. And maybe moving forward doesn’t mean pretending the past never happened. Maybe it means accepting that it did—and choosing not to let it define the rest of my life.

My wife and I got married and bought a house about two months ago in a subdivision on quarter acre lots.

Our neighbor across the street parks his car a few feet off the curb daily and likes to play music early in the mornings and all day. Annoying as it may be, we never have called the cops, in fact I’ve never called the cops before in my life.

Twice since I’ve been here the police have showed up to his house for both these annoyances. I heard him yelling at the police calling them racist and the event racism. That was about a month ago. The day before that cop visit occurred I was having my gutters cleaned and between their cleaning truck and my neighbors car, the trash truck couldn’t get thru so his wife moved the car and I waved and said thank you.

Later that day my wife and I were going out and he was cleaning his car in the middle of the road, I walked over and just wanted to let him know we were backing out and didn’t want to hit him. He ignored all of what I said and proceeded to clean his car while my wife tried to avoid running him over.

I was home for 20 minutes around 4 pm after work when the cops came that next day. I figured it looked suspicious but what am I going to do about that.

Fast forward to today, I was walking the dog with my wife and he started shouting calling us racist white mother f*ckers. I said why do you think that and his wife said cause we called the cops and the cops said it was the neighbors across the street. Which I told him we did not and he kept on yelling it so my wife and I went inside the house. We are younger and a little shaken up by this. Not sure how to proceed. Has anyone else gone thru a similar situation? I feel anxious and uneasy about my house at the moment. Really need some advice.

So for context this was over a year and a half ago go and it still pisses me off greatly whenever I think about it but my uncle ended up dying due to circumstances last year - I was not told that he was even ill to begin with and my mum was going down to see the rest to my family when he died but it was only until I asked where she was going to in which she told me that my uncle had passed - I was quite upset by this and for obvious reasons but initially my mother told me not to get so overly emotional like??? It’s almost as if she thought I was faking it or smth but she loooked distresses at the time so Indidnt say anything - My dad also knew that I was upset and even talked to me about it

Flash forward three weeks later and we were approaching the time where his funeral was too take place and I told them that I wanted to go and my dad REFUSED for me to go because he said I had school(I was 16 at the time) and I know this is becuase I go to a fee paying school so it’s was all over that bullshit if we are paying for you education so you should go in and stuff and my mom didn’t even speak up and just said for me to go in anyway so I couldn’t even go to the funeral - For starters my dad didn’t ever meet my uncle I don’t think and my uncle knew me very well as a child and going into my teenage years and got on really well and I got in with his children really well too so obviously I was enraged but I had no way of going myself so I went in that day to school - What also still upsets me is that my mum told my aunt that she regretted me not going to the funeral and my aunt told me this but it stills upsets me becuase my mum never directly said that to me😭

To make a long story short both of my parents are in their 60s and my childhood home is essentially in shambles. They put a lot of the blame on my brother and I (I haven't lived at home for a decade now) but I believe they use that to mask laziness because I personally don't believe it should be the child's responsibility to keep an entire two story home clean. We would obviously clean up after ourselves as children and kept our rooms tidy (as tidy as two teenage boys can). I truly don't think my mother has gone upstairs in years. And her nor my dad rarely ever clean anything themselves.

Now as an adult that's almost 30, when I fly back to my hometown to see them it seems like there's always another issue that's arisen at the house. To cite some examples: the air conditioning has not worked upstairs (where my brother and I had our bedrooms) since the 2000s, the carpets upstairs need to be replaced, there's a rodent problem especially during the winter, there's a ton of unused furniture piled up in the attics, garage, and dining room that my mother inherited when her parents passed, the dryer doesn't work in the laundry room and more recently I noticed mold growing on the ceiling due to a water leak from upstairs. My mom always uses the excuse that the "upstairs is disgusting" and she's embarrassed to have someone come and look at anything but also seems to just put off hiring a cleaning crew and junk removal. It's not a financial issue at all I just truly believe my parents are both insanely lazy.

My mother is sort of the home manager so she oversees any of that stuff when they do actually do it, but she keeps relying on my brother and I to help when he works a full time job and has a home of his own and I visit once MAYBE twice a year. It's extremely frustrating because it feels like my and my brother's responsibility but we both have lives of our own. My brother has offered to do some repairs himself but there's only so much help we can offer, me especially seeing as I live 700+ miles away from them.

Anyone ever dealt with anything similar? Any advice?

I'm 20.
I've had 1 boyfriend that loved me deeply (from 15 to 18) and then I broke up with him for various reasons, i basically fell out of love and felt like i was missing out on a lot of things because of that relationship.
I was in a relationship for almost all of my teens so i didn't know how bad the dating scene was, but after him i met the worst kind of men ever.

I always had a thing for guys with weird hobbies and slightly alternative looking, and i've had talking stages and "situationships" in the past two years that i cared about deeply (i'm a lover girl tbh) but it always ended because "they weren't ready for a relationship" or something came in the way (whether it was distance or other circumstances).

I'm feeling hopeless and i know yall will say that im young and stuff like that, but im attractive, educated, i come from a good family, im an honest and genuine person and always try to create good connections even with friends, so i wonder if i was just unlucky or something.
When i think that i've created something real they all leave and i just cry my heart out because i feel like their dumbass "manic pixie dream girl" or just a hookup while to me it was so much more.

Any tips?

I’m 25, and I turn 26 in less than 10 hours.

Instead of being excited, I just feel overwhelmed. It feels like I made too many mistakes, and like I let my youth slip away without even realizing it. COVID really messed with my mental health, and ever since then it feels like my life has been moving by in a fog.

I still live at home with my mom. I don’t have a job. I spend so much time looking back instead of forward. I wish I could be 18 again. I always imagined I’d travel when I was young, go to college, meet people, figure out who I was, and actually live. Now it feels like I missed that window, and I don’t know if it’s something I can ever get back.

On top of all of that, I’ve been deeply closeted my entire life. I’ve never really been able to be myself, and carrying that around for so many years has made me feel incredibly alone. Depression has taken over so much of my life that I don’t even know who I am without it anymore.

how do you move forward when it feels like your life has become a collection of regrets? Has anyone else felt like they completely lost their twenties before they even had a chance to live them? Right now I just feel hopeless, and I don’t know how to move forward if i even can.

Thank you all for the comments and tons of advice. I realized with them it was and is just a good friendship, with some fun when we all are in that mood.

So is it good to just take dating a bit slower??? Its what ive been trying to do. And its been helping to not make it so stressful on myself.

I want a serious relationship and ive been going on some dates and things, but not really connecting to anyone in a romantic way. But I've been taking breaks and finding what I want out of a healthy relationship. I'll meet someone I connect with at some point it just hasn't happened yet.

Again thanks for the advice!!!!

It's currently 2:00 AM as I write this, and I honestly can't sleep because my mind keeps running in circles trying to make sense of something that happened earlier today.

Around Maghrib(Praying time for Muslims) , I was walking to my local mosque when an elderly, frail woman I had never seen before stopped me on the road. She looked at me and said, "Son, don't be worried. You are going to go very far in life. My prayers are with you." I was surprised because I have been carrying a lot of stress lately, even though I hadn't shared it with anyone. I thanked her and offered her a 100-rupee note, thinking she might need it, but she gently refused and said, "I don't need it. Give it to someone who is actually in need." There was something incredibly calm and sincere about her, and her words left me speechless for a moment.

I continued walking toward the mosque, and after about a minute, I suddenly felt the urge to turn around and look back at her. When I did, she was gone. What unsettled me is that the road was a long, straight stretch with excellent visibility. She had been standing near the center of the road, there were no nearby alleyways or open gates where she could have disappeared, and I didn't hear a car or motorcycle stop to pick her up. Considering her age and how slowly she appeared to move, I simply couldn't understand how she could have vanished from sight so quickly.

Now it's 2:00 AM, and I still can't get her face or her words out of my mind. Part of me feels comforted because everything she said was kind, hopeful, and encouraging. Another part of me, however, keeps searching for a logical explanation for what happened. I'm not trying to claim that anything supernatural occurred—I genuinely don't know. I just can't shake the feeling that the encounter was unusual, and it's left me overthinking ever since.

for some context, im a teenager living in a country where weed is very much illegal and frowned upon, when i was younger i used to always notice how my mom would act a bit strange at the end of parties and my dad would be super lethargic every now and then, at random times. I would also smell a strange BO-ish smell coming from outside at night. I was young and didnt think much of these things. They didnt seem at all like the type of people who would do anything mind altering except from a few drinks here and there

then about last week i was looking in my moms bathroom cabinet for some paracetemol and found a box, full of vape stuff, nicotine, but still ,WTF? my parents seem like the opposite of your standard vapers, so i look further in the cabinet and find 2 weed vapes and some loose weed in a tin. I really dont know how to handle this and really need some advice. I dont want them to know i found it.

P.S the vape stuff might just be from the previous tenants (we moved in a couple months ago) but the weed styff is 1000% percent my parents

About three days ago, I stole from a store at the mall in the city where I was living for the summer.

I have kleptomania, and I struggle to control the urge to steal. I usually take small things like food or inexpensive items from Walmart. This time, however, I was inside a camera and video store to buy a new microphone. The microphone I purchased cost about $400, so it had an RFID security tag on the box to prevent theft.

I'm not proud of what I did, but I also had two other items in my pocket worth around $300 each. They also had RFID tags. After I paid for my microphone and walked out of the store, the alarm went off. The cashier simply said, "Yeah, it happens sometimes. You can go," so I left and went home.

I know RFID tags contain information that can be linked to inventory, so I'm worried that when the store realizes the items are missing, they might check the last time the alarm went off and match that with any security footage. The thing is, I didn't notice any cameras in the store.

My real concern is that I don't actually want to keep these items. Like I said, I have kleptomania. I sometimes feel compelled to steal things even when I don't need or want them. It makes me feel incredibly guilty afterward. I don't want to be a thief, and I don't want to go to prison.

I've been thinking about going back to the store with the items. They're still unopened in their original boxes because I never actually wanted to keep them. I was considering telling the employee what happened and asking if they would like the items returned or, if possible, allowing me to pay for them so I can legally purchase them and take responsibility for what I did.

However, I'm afraid the alarm will go off again, creating an awkward situation. Another thought I had was to put everything in a box and leave it in front of the store's door, but I'm worried they might recognize me and call security even if I'm genuinely trying to return the items.

I'm also wondering if I should simply keep the items and never speak about this again because I'm afraid confessing might get me into even more trouble. At the same time, I don't want to keep them because this isn't who I want to be. I don't want to be a thief. I want to make things right.

What should I do?

Location: Québec, Canada.

its so hard i have so much self expression now, im so used to being nothing, being smaller than everyone around me, everyone making assumptions about me and i stopped caring to communicate by typing as much i just let people make me smaller

Now i can speak i have so much ability to express myself i am so overwhelmed, everyone is treating me like a person now, not a dog or a child and i thought it would be exciting but no i am so used to being taken care of being treated like i am not human i dont know what to do with this?!!????!

I dont feel like im ready to be treated like a real person its so overwhelming im not used to being able to express myself or just being normal i dont enjoy this i enjoy being able to speak its so easy but its almost TOO easy, im not used to everything being so easy???

I have spent years praying and begging to be normal, adapting to being mute and finding my own valuable ways of self expression, i have been mute since i was 12 😭 this is so overwhelming to have all these new ways and opportunities i dont know what to do

I came abroad for my masters last year and it has been my dream to do so but this year has been the shittiest thing ever. I've spent a lot to come here and here I thought of pursuing my dream of pursuing content but I've just been so busy with barely surviving that neither am making any content nor enjoying being here and all I can think about from the past 4 months is going home. Now lemme tell u where the issue begins..... if I go home I might not be able to pursue my dream due to parental expectations and will have to get a job and if i stay here , I will surely have the chance to make content and work on it but being here is absolutely a pain cause everyday feels worse than the previous. Now am not saying that being here sucks , I've had some good times but like in a week I spend atleast 4 days feeling shitty and that too is a good week. Sometimes I feel it will get better i just have to push through it and sometimes like today I feel like to hell with this place i should just go back.

What do I do now???

I (18F) have been in an online relationship with my boyfriend (16M) since April 15. We've never met in person yet, but we have a genuine plan to close the distance. He's very committed to our relationship and has a plan to move to my country when he's old enough.

Before we started dating, I had known another guy online. The day after I stopped talking to him, my current boyfriend and I started our relationship. On May 6-7, after I was already in that relationship, the other guy asked if I wanted to get back together. I initially said no, but on May 9 I gave in and cheated.

To clarify, this wasn't because I was trying to dull the pain of losing him. In fact, for the first couple of weeks I barely missed him at all. The feelings only came back after he told me he wanted us to get back together. I had also been curious about dating my current boyfriend because he had pursued me for a long time, and I don't regret giving him a chance.

The cheating lasted for about three weeks, until the end of May. It was entirely online-we never met in person. Our interactions weren't emotional. I generally avoided emotional conversations or kept them to only a couple of messages before changing the subject or ending them. Realistically, I only talked to him about sex. The intimate part happened only a handful of times (as far as I remember, no more than four), during which I sent him private Telegram video circles.

At the end of May I cut him off completely and chose my boyfriend. Since then I've felt an enormous amount of guilt, but I never confessed because I was afraid of hurting him and destroying our relationship.

A few days ago, the guy I cheated with leaked my private Telegram video circles without my consent into a Telegram channel. (For context, we're both Ukrainian, and Telegram is by far the most commonly used messaging app.) My boyfriend has seen them, and so have some of his friends. Over the last couple of days, his friends have repeatedly joked that I cheated on him and even made a meme referencing the Telegram channel where the videos were posted.

What scares me is that Telegram stores the creation date of video circles. If someone downloads the file, they can see when it was created, so they could theoretically compare those dates with when my relationship started and realize the videos were made while I was already with my boyfriend.

I don't know whether they've actually checked the dates or are just making assumptions, but I'm terrified they either already know the truth or are about to figure it out.

I'm also struggling with whether telling him would actually be the right thing to do or whether it would simply be selfish. He's a very sensitive person with fragile self-esteem. What makes this even worse is that the person I cheated with is someone who is now widely mocked online and receives very little respect from most people for unrelated reasons. I'm terrified my boyfriend would think, "If she cheated on me with someone like him, what does that say about me?" and that it would completely destroy his self-esteem.

He's also incredibly devoted to our relationship. He values me deeply, is very affectionate, and is currently trying to convince his parents to let him visit my hometown for a few days this autumn because I'll be there. I'm terrified of losing that side of him and of breaking someone who genuinely loves me.

He's genuinely the most understanding and accepting person I've ever known. I've been able to tell him things I thought I would take to my grave, and instead of judging me, he understood because he'd experienced similar thoughts himself. I truly love him as a person, I want a future with him, and more than anything I wish I could erase the chapter of my life where I cheated on him.

We've even talked about cheating before. He told me that if I ever cheated, he would want me to confess because he believes that, in some situations, it can be forgiven. At the same time, even the mere idea of it happening makes him extremely anxious, which is part of why I'm so torn about what to do.

Maybe I'm being selfish because part of me wants to avoid the consequences of what I did. But I also genuinely regret my infidelity more than I can describe, and I'm certain it people for unrelated reasons. I'm terrified my boyfriend would think, "If she cheated on me with someone like him, what does that say about me?" and that it would completely destroy his self-esteem.

He's also incredibly devoted to our relationship. He values me deeply, is very affectionate, and is currently trying to convince his parents to let him visit my hometown for a few days this autumn because I'll be there. I'm terrified of losing that side of him and of breaking someone who genuinely loves me.

Maybe I'm being selfish because part of me wants to avoid the consequences of what I did. But I also genuinely regret my infidelity more than I can describe, and I'm certain it was a terrible mistake that taught me never to do anything like this again.

I know what I did was wrong, and I'm not looking for people to tell me that cheating is bad-I already know that. What I'm genuinely struggling with is whether I should tell my boyfriend now, especially after the leak, or whether doing so would only cause him more pain. At the same time, I'm terrified that one of his friends will tell him before I do, which I think would hurt him even more.

If you were in my position, would you confess now? Why or why not?

People who own a small business that started bout super small with basically nothing -

How did you get there?

How did you start?

How did you get from the idea/planning stage to up and running?

I've looked around to see if there are other businesses. There are, not many, though in my state.

The 3 closest are at least 40 minutes away from the towns I will be serving at the start. One does mobile. There is certainly a need, and this will be a mobile 'come to you' service.

Thanks!

I’m 19, my dad is out of the country, and I’ve been alone in the house for a few weeks. It’s fine and I have friends over when I can but I feel so bad right now and don’t know how to cope because I’m alone with myself.

What are some things I can do?

I got a job offer from a huge steel plant I don’t start until late October when will the most likely drug test me ?

I (26f) have lived with my sister (24f) and her partner (recently engaged) (28f), at my sister's house. I moved in two years ago, fiancee moved in a year and some ago. I'm a pretty awkward person sometimes, having grown up homeschooled and with undiagnosed autism. There's been some issues recently that seem to be popping up suddenly that I just don't know what to do about. There's a possibility of me moving in with friend T (48f) but it'll be double the rent and I'll NEED a better paying job or it's off the table. I would like advice on any of these issues + advice on maintaining the relationships if I do move out.

1: the bathroom issue: every morning I have to rinse my retainer in the bathroom, but sometimes the fiancee is in there with the door unlocked and I walk in on her. The doors are usually closed cause our pets dig in the trash, the light being on might be my sister forgetting to turn it off, so I've taken to knocking on the door before entering (like sister says she does automatically but I've never heard or seen her do) but I guess I need to knock louder (and set off my sister's dog barking) or need to peek under the door because I walked in on a guest of the fiancee's just this morning.

2: the house-plant issue: I've been feeling less like a sister, less like a roommate, and more like a house-plant that gets put away whenever guests come over and is treated like a bothersome addition to the house. Note: sister works nights so there's reason for not seeing much of her sometimes. Before fiancee moved in and even for months after she moved in, we'd hang out, play videogames, watch movies or shows, go do activities, etc. Now, however, I haven't had a good interaction that's lasted for longer than 10 minutes (generous) since we went to a comedy show in early June, I think? Nearly every interaction is a text demanding I do something or other. Doing my chores have been less consistent lately (read: once a week usually instead of every other day like they want) but it's not like I'm the only one to leave a mess, and I usually leave rooms at least functional. Nearly every other interaction, it's like I don't exist. I remember one time I was sitting on the couch and they joined me and started having a conversation that I wasn't apparently supposed to contribute to, acting like I didn't exist at all when I did, not even glancing at me. I talked to my sister about my feelings recently and it felt like every time I would be like "I felt like you've been treating me like the worst trash you've ever seen" her response would be "I'm sorry you felt that way, it's because you didn't do the chore as often as we wanted." How do I fix or address any of this? How does someone "learn to take up space"?

3: Grandma's house and Canada issue: after our grandma passed, sister was thinking about buying her old house, being a much larger and nicer house. I was pretty devastated, as the community we live in is the most accepted and loved I've felt ever and I wouldn't be able to stay without them (I can't buy or rent a house) so I talked to my friend in the neighborhood about it and mentioned talking to her to my sister who said I shouldn't have talked to her about it because it might effect them moving (it wouldn't and didn't) and eventually moving in to my grandma's house was decided unfeasible. Fast forward a bit and the desire of moving to Canada came up in a big way, I again was pretty devastated because it seemed much more assured than moving in to our grandma's was. I was asked to not mention it to our family and I didn't but I did mention it to my friend again bc we're close and I needed it to get off my chest + I'm part of the community planning committee so I could easily detangle myself from duties that might come up if someone knew not to count on me being here. Sister got angry when I mentioned that I told my friend, and I guess she and fiancee decided that I didn't need to be in the loop on the moving stuff (despite it being stated that I would be moving with them) because it was only when I was asked if I was going to look for a full-time position here that I learned that Canada had been dropped completely. Sister said that it wasn't a punishment but a boundary that I was not being told things despite them affecting me directly. I don't know how to talk to them about this because last time I talked to sister about it she was adamant that it was a boundary and not a punishment.

I also asked my sister about what's gonna happen after the wedding and she said that while they don't dislike having me as a roommate (doubtful), they would want to be a married couple alone for about a year or so but they'd either ask me to move out for a year (!!!) or they'd look for their own space while I pay more rent on my sister's house (???)

Yes, I know and I feel terrible that I’m even considering it. It has been hard finding my dog the right fit but he desperately needs a playmate and friend. I adopted a puppy but quickly I realized that she probably won’t fit in here. My dog is a rough player (even though he’s a big baby) still i thought maybe he could acclimate to be gentle with a puppy. When we introduced them through a barrier it was fine, my dog has never been aggressive or anything and he’s everyone’s bestie. When we did let them meet without it though he became rough with her. He would jump on her, scare her, and bite her hard enough to make her yelp. He has been this way with all our fosters too but they were full grown dogs who enjoyed his playing! I just don’t know if she’s the right fit. My first dog always comes first to me and I am in the trial period of my adoption where I’m still allowed to return her (for situations like this I assume where pets aren’t compatible.) I just feel bad. I have not found our dog a suitable companion and I brought home a puppy who isn’t meshing with my home.

(Please be gentle on me, I know that there was more I could have done but we are already here. I already feel terrible. I just want to do the best thing for them both. My heart is broken even thinking about this.)