How would you feel in this situation

You’re going through a really tough time and you moved back in with your dad temporarily with your two young kids. 3 and half and 8 months old boys. Your aunt comes to visit a few times to see you and out of the blue she stops by with cheese for your 3 year old. Talking about. Oh don’t feed them junk food. Give them meat and cheese and milk and food like that. Mind you. The 3 year old is a bit on the skinny side but he’s very healthy, strong and full of energy. I know she meant well but it kind of rubbed me the wrong way. This aunt is also struggling financially so I know if she buys my kid something she did it out of care. Still made me feel bleh about everything. Like if you did care enough just ask about his diet. Ask how you can help. Not just drop off food which is going to end up in the trash because my kid won’t eat it lol

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Does your husband ask for consent every time he touches you?

Tell me what is wrong with these messages. For reference this morning my 4 year old crawled into bed with my husband and I who was sleeping naked. He tried to pull down my shirt and do stuff with my boob's and I told him no. Now because im breast feeding sometimes when we're intimate ill just tell him I dont want my boob's touched but this time I meant no all together and said because our daughter was in our bed. He proceeds to stick his hands down my shorts and I again say no and I push his hand away. He storms off this morning. Screenshot in comments

Men have it "easier"

Men and women definitely have their own hardships, but I feel like majority of men will never understand how much harder it is to be a women.

Women are held to such high expectations, there's so much judgement around anything we do from men and even other women.

It's like nothing you do is ever right. Even if you ignore everyone else and their unnecessary opinions, I feel like it still gets to you eventually.

Most women are also living their lives in fear because of men who have traumatized them. Chances are if you see a women, nine times out of ten that women has probably been abused by a man emotionally, physically, sexually, or more than one.

Take childbirth into consideration.

For men it's just 30 seconds and then they go about their business, not for women. We sacrifice our body and mind to carry children, nourish them, and protect them. While some men check themselves out, cheating because "we never have sex anymore" or even just straight up leaving.

Women are almost always depicted as dramatic or hormonal. Expected to do it all and keep a smile on your face the whole time. It's ok for a man to need a break, but when a women does she's a bad mother.

Most men just don't understand what it's like, and they never will.

I really wanted 3 children

I really wanted 3 children but my husband is a hard no. Deep down I know he's right. My age, my body, money, time with the 2 we have, our youngest has been extremely hard work but I just can't shake that sadness of never holding my own newborn again. It doesn't help that I seem to have lost ALL memory of the first few months with both my children. I just can't remember it. Is that normal?

Mourning my old life

I’m a ftm with a 2 week old boy. I love him so much and can’t wait to have more babies but I can’t help but mourn my old life with my partner. I feel like I have baby blues but not related to baby stuff (I don’t mind all the stuff that come with raising my baby), but I feel like I’m grieving the freedom I had in my old life. I miss my partner and the relationship we used to have. I miss being able to go to the gym whenever I wanted or walk the dogs whenever or eat whenever. I miss going to sleep with my partner (we have different bed times now) and I miss doing my evening routine with him (he does the evening shift so I don’t see him then). I feel like I’ve ruined his life bc he doesn’t really have a girlfriend anymore. I’m too busy with the baby to prioritise him. Also bc I’m exclusively breastfeeding, this baby is attached at my hip. I baby wear him all day and I’m the one who feeds him and changes him. I feel like I’m no longer me. I’m me and baby. I feel sorry for my partner that he doesn’t have access to just me anymore. I miss him so much.

Does this even make sense? Does anyone else feel this way? Will it pass? When?

Food pouches

Are you judging parents who use food pouches for their babies ? Ie Ella’s kitchen ect

What do you think?

I need a third party outside perspective.

My boyfriend and I got in a fight last week, and I decided to stay at my sister’s house. My child was with a sitter over night, and I just figured I’d rather have a girls night with her than go home alone.

Now my house is currently under renovations, so I have unhung drywall resting against the walls downstairs and in the upstairs hallway.

Anyways, I got home the next morning and all the drywall in the hallway was crumpled into tiny pieces, and tossed in the bathroom entryway. Nothing else in the house was moved or touched. My door was unlocked that night.

Now I left my house the day before around 2, when the contractor was still working, and didn’t come home til next morning, so I assumed maybe they had an accident or something. I texted him. The contractor swears they didn’t do it, and said they don’t know how that would’ve happened, because nothing else was touched and if someone broke in, they had tools and stuff worth a lot of money that was untouched. My cash savings were untouched. And nothing else looks out of place.

I called my boyfriend right away, and he agreed it was weird and asked how they got in, I told him the door was unlocked, and he yelled at me because he’s always telling me to lock my door. But he swears it wasn’t him, and I believed him.

My parents think my boyfriend didn’t though. They asked who else would have motive and said it’s weird that the drywall was the only thing damaged. But if he was mad at me, I don’t know why he’d ruin the unhung drywall and not my other valuables? He knows where I keep everything. Also, he’s never just gone into my house and broken stuff before, and I was on the phone with him most of the night I was at my sisters house while he cried and begged me to come back to his place.

I don’t know what to think honestly.