I attempted suicide three times within the span of less than two weeks. It all happened because of my mother. It was my mum’s birthday when my brothers and I didn’t respond to a group text my sister sent out the previous night about what to do in celebration of her birthday. We all had reasons for not replying back, (work, was asleep, hated group texts, etc.) But this didn’t go well with my mom. She spent hours yelling at me and ONLY me about how hurt she felt, how betrayed she was, how none of us truly loved her.

When my brothers would enter the room she would speak to them calmly, but then continued acting as if I was the scum of the earth! She eventually calmed down (not apologizing AT ALL) for her behavior and got a surprise party (that I was forced to go to by my dad, who told her about the text in the first place). Even now, this hurts deeply. She made me feel worthless, ungrateful, and like a burden to her. I wish I could tell her about this incident so much, to show her that her constant childish overreactions (yes, this WASN’T an isolated incident) almost ended the life of her youngest daughter. And still continues to haunt said daughter half a year later.

The best way to deal with it is to communicate with your mother. Have a conversation with her and tell her how you feel about her and the things she say. Your mother is your well-wisher and so she would not do anything that may hurt you.

I stole money from my dad last year. Around `30000. He was visiting as he lives abroad. He regularly asked me to buy things for him online to take home with him. Fair enough. Anyone who knows him knows he has a favourite child, my older sibling. It’s not something he kept secret so I grew up being used to it.

One night I heard him talking to someone on the phone. He was telling them how my sibling was his favourite and how he loved him more, would do anything for him no matter what the cost. He explained how he gives them anything they want, mostly money, and is always there to help them.

Something snapped. I thought about all the years I had struggled and asked him for help only to be told that he didn’t have the money or couldn’t help me. I’d done nothing but love him the way a child should. I’d shunned my own mother for years because of the lies he told me about her. He retired and went abroad when I was 10. He never helped my mother financially once he’d pissed off. (My mother and I have only recently managed to start having a decent relationship and she has told me the truth about everything!)..anyway, after the few online purchases I’d made for him, his card details were stored on my PayPal and that was that. Once he’d gone back home, I started buying anything and everything I could. It started out as little cheap things, food, clothes.

Then bigger, more expensive things for my home. It was easy – and I was so angry. After a few months, the card payments kept getting declined so I stopped. A couple weeks later, he phoned me asking if I knew anything about it. I denied it. Then I didn’t hear from him again. Instead I heard from the favourite child who started threatening me with the police and such. I never admitted it or denied it. Just agreed to pay it back monthly. Which I did/am doing. Do I feel bad? No. Which is awful. I just feel like he deserved it. I feel shitty in general for stealing because I know that is not who I am! I’ve still got around Rs 10000 to pay back. I quit paying a couple months ago as money is tight. I heard today that he’s back in the country. I guess that’s why this is at the forefront of my mind. I might get the book handed to me soon knowing him and my sibling. My only regret would be if this messed up my life now. I have a kid and things have been going pretty great recently. I have no idea what to do.

What you did was definitely wrong. First you need to pay off all the taken money and then do not repeat this stealing. Your kid looks upon you and you will not want him to learn such things from you.

I’m 30, still living with my parents for economic reasons. We have a good relationship. All my life they have been supportive and loving, with the ups and downs. We aren’t perfect, we argue and squabble and make up and move on.

It is absolutely aright if you are living with your parents. Every family has ups and downs but dealing with it and moving on is what a perfect family is. It is normal to have issues in life. Just go with the flow.

I am depressed. I hate being a mom. I also hate being a stay at home mom too!

It is natural to feel that way. Basically, you don’t hate your kid, its just that you get bored doing the same thing every day. Indulge yourself in a hobby or join a club. Do what makes you happy and liberated. When your kid will grow up a little, join a job and you will feel blessed for being a working woman.