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never thought I'd be writing here. The people involved are me sixteen F, my dad fifty nine M, my two older brothers twenty two M, their twins by the way, and my twin brother sixteen M. As you can imagine, dealing with two sets of twins can be well stressful. And I understand my father and that my mother is a way working. She usually comes once a year or month, but I haven't seen her much since I turned fourteen. Sometimes she sends some stuff to me and my brothers.

The relationship with my brothers is well complicated. I'm the only woman among all of them, so it was already difficult to connect with them. I only connect a little with my brother Andrew Faith twenty two years old, since we both like Greek mythology and stuff like that. But here the problem is with my twin brother and my father. You see these last few days. Where I live, the weather seems to have a life of its own, sometimes hot, sometimes cold, et cetera. So to day I woke up

to unbearable heat. I had planned to go to one of those markets that sell everything to look for some stuffed animals from a series that I like. I dressed in a shirt, some sneakers, and decided to wear a skirt to have my legs freer. The skirt was short, almost four fingers above my knees, and that was the problem for my father. He immediately told me that the skirt was not appropriate and that I should change immediately. He knew I was coming out. I say this to clarify.

I asked him what the problem was with this skirt, since it was literally a piece of clothing that my mother sent me from the country where she works. He didn't say anything to me. He just told me that either I changed into pants or I wouldn't go out. I couldn't even speak. When my twin brother joined the conversation. My father told him everything. I guess looking for support, and my brother, like the idiot he is, look me up and down and said, you look like an s

l hash tea. In that skirt. I got angry about that, and out of rage, I took off a shoe and hit him with it. But it got worse because my dad agreed with him. Yes, he said, if your brother thinks like that, what do you think the others will think? To top it all off, he called two older brothers and they also supported him. I ended up locking myself in my room. I looked at the skirt and I didn't see anything wrong with it. I looked at it for hours until I simply gave up on my plans

to go out. That was practically two weeks ago. Since that day, I don't speak to them unless it's important. My mom texted me today asking why do I give my dad and brothers the silent treatment, and that my dad feels bad about it. I didn't send a response, so I would appreciate it if you could give me some advice so I can answer my mom and explain all of this to her. I consulted with some friends.

While some friends, both men and women, told me that my dad went too far by not defending me from my brother's comment, two friends told me that I was exaggerating because of my brother's comment and that instead of complaining I should take it as advice, so read it. Ada update one. Hello everyone, I'm calmer now so I can give you an update. Also, I'm going to eat in a few moments, so I thought i'd leave this

here before I start. Thank you all for leaving your comments, and to the two people who spoke to me privately. It means a lot to me. I'm going to summarize the call with my mom. She was furious and asked me for photos of the clothes I wore, and also asked for a photo of me wearing them. And well, for the few who managed to read my previous post before I deleted it, I stayed at my friend's house after my dad put on a show and tore all

my clothes. I was lucky my phone didn't hang up when my dad walked in like crazy, because my mom heard the whole thing and recorded it. So coming to the present, my mom called my friend's mom asking her to take me to see my dad at a cafe for breakfast. I'll be honest, it scared me after remembering what happened the night before in my father's previous behavior, I felt like I didn't recognize him. Something I forgot

to mention is that he rarely acts like this. I have seen him angry with other people, but never with my brothers or me. We went to a little cafe where my mother used to frequent before leaving, and there I found my father. It seemed like he had cried for hours, as if he hadn't slept. We talked for a while, and he apologized not only for the b H t H thing, but also for not stopping my brothers and also for ripping my clothes. I asked him for an explanation, since he hadn't even given me one

one about the skirt. He looked down and said he thought that if his words and those of my brothers affected him, he was going to change my clothes.

want to lose me. The conversation led to nothing, and I'm still at my friend's house. In the case of my brothers, none of them have spoken to me. My mom left me a message before she left for work telling me that she had already spoken to my brothers and my dad. The good news to liven this up is that my friend got me another plush toy for my collection, one of Shadow the Hedgehog. For now, everything has stayed like this, me at my friend's house and

my dad with my brothers. I feel like there's something else my dad didn't tell me. I mean, like I mentioned, he never acted like that before, or maybe I didn't see it, but to be honest, I feel like there's something my dad isn't telling me, and so do my brothers. Thank you very much for the support my Shadow plushy and I say goodbye. Update too. For those of you in my time zone, you might be wondering what am I doing writing so late? Well, as I usually say,

things happened, so I prefer to keep you informed. In addition, to answering questions. But first of all, I really appreciate the help and advice given in my previous post. This teenager says, it's sincerely from the bottom of her heart answering frequently asked questions. No, living with my mom isn't possible for two reasons. First, my mom is a way too much. She doesn't have a home office. That wouldn't be a problem for me since I know how to cook,

do my own laundry, and clean up after myself. The other thing is that my mom lives with two other women where she's staying this time. One is an older woman and the other is divorced. Both rented the room with the no children rule. So no, it's not possible. No, I never saw my dad act this way in front of me, as I mentioned in the comments and in my previous update, he never behaved this way with me.

He is usually very affectionate and understanding, so as I mentioned, I don't know what the reason for that outburst of anger was. And no, my parents are not divorced. The reason my mom is always away is because of work. She got pregnant with my older brothers Andrews, slash Andy, and Elijah when they were twenty one. My dad stayed behind to take care of both of them until my mom got a good job. Then they had my twin

and me. She is still far away and the money she sends is usually enough and even left over for every day things, school, extra activities, et cetera. Now with the update. Two days ago, my brother Andy, twenty two a m. Wrote me a message asking if we could talk the truth is. I got a little nervous. I asked him if we could talk on the phone, and he said yes. As a comment recommended, I recorded the conversation with my brother in case something happened, in addition

to having my best friend's sister as moral support. The conversation was trivial at first, and he asked me if I ate well, slept well, the usual stuff until we got to the topic at hand. He apologized, saying he was an idiot and should have measured what he said. I asked him why he did that, why he used those words? At first, he gave me the same explanation as my dad, that is, it was to persuade me

to change my clothes. I told him to tell me the truth that I needed a rational and sincere explanation. I heard him sigh and he said, you wouldn't understand. I asked him what exactly I didn't understand, but he was stubborn in not telling me. I asked him if Mom told him anything. He said that Mom scolded him and my brothers for treating me like that, and that we would talk about it when she got back. He

also asked me when I would be coming home. I told him that I would stay at my friend's house until Mom came, and that's where we started to argue. He told me that it was stupid to hide at my friend's house, that it was cowardly and childish to run away just because of a comment. I replied that after Dad tore my clothes, no matter how much I cried, he no longer made me feel safe less because neither he nor other two brothers, his twin and my twin

defended me or comforted me. They just watched and turned a blind eye until Mom had to intervene. Upon mentioning Mom, he started by telling me that I shouldn't have brought Mom up, since she was already stressed enough with her job to listen to my tantrums, and that we could have worked it out at home. I told him this wasn't a tantrum. They literally ganged up on each other, calling me at s l hash t and making derogatory comments about my outfit. Then let Dad rip my clothes.

I asked him if he even bothered to think about if this would affect me, and he stayed silent. Then he ended the call, telling me not to do stupid things at my friend's house and hung up. I cried, I know, probably pathetically. I really would like to say that I didn't feel anything and that I didn't care what he said, but regardless, this is my brother I'm talking about. Then, before dinner, I just twenty two, m Andy's twin got a call. I thought about not answering,

considering my ard ument with Andy, but decided to. He didn't use any platitudes and told me straight up that I got him, my other two brothers and Dad in huge trouble by going to cry on mom and then running away into my best friend's lap. I told him what he expected. I didn't get any answers from any of them about what happened. None of them helped me when Dad was ripping my clothes and I was begging him to stop. I told him I didn't run away into any one's lap and that I didn't cry to mom.

I just told mom what happened and that I'm staying somewhere safe. I just heard him groan and he told me to not do anything stupid. Before I could ask him what he meant, he hung up. I suspected that my twin brother, Toby sixteen m would also call later, but he just texted me saying, I hope you're happy now. I was confused most of the night. I tried to call my mom, but she left me a message saying I'm about to finish the case. Just give me three more days and I'll be there. I love you. Let's

move on to the accident on Saturday. When my brother spoke to me, it was on Friday. I went out with my best friend for a walk. We were planning to go to a mc donald's with his sister and his cousin. His sister is nineteen and his cousin is ten f She is quite quiet and I really adore this little one. It was early, almost three in the afternoon. Lunch hadn't filled us up, so my friend's mom and my friend's cousin's mom gave us permission. We sat at a table and I was the one assigned to order

the food. Everything was normal until I saw my two older brothers enter the restaurant. My heart froze. I looked back at the counter, praying that the line would get longer so they wouldn't see me. To my misfortune, they did almost immediately. The first thing they did was ask me what the hell was I doing here alone. I told them I wasn't that my friend's family was here. I wanted to pretend I didn't know them to ignore them,

but that wasn't possible. And he asked me whose shirt it was, and I told him it was my friend's. I don't know why, but that made them mad. Elijah told me that they warned me not to do anything stupid and told me they would take me home. I stepped aside when he tried to grab me, and I told him what stupid thing he was talking about. I'm writing here that if any of you are standing, you'd better sit down, because what my brother told me made me feel so nauseous that I wanted to jump out

of a window. He told me that wearing my friend's shirt was a sign that I slept with him. Yes, you are not hallucinating, and it is not your glasses if any of you wear glasses. Those were my brother's words. I asked him why the hell he thought that, and he said that when a girl wears a boy's shirt, it is because he has marked his territory. That's when

I really lost it. I told my brother he was a creep for even suggesting that that my friend let me borrow that shirt because I'd run out of the few shirts I'd managed to save and was now washing them that both my friend and I were under age, and the fact that they made that assumption was just disgusting. Apparently that only made them believe their suspicions more, and they yelled back at me, and he said not to lie, to tell the truth, and that if I did, they

wouldn't tell Dad. I yelled back, telling him that it was disgusting that I wouldn't confess to something I didn't do and to leave me alone. Elijah then told me to stop being so stubborn and spoiled. Then he added something that hurt me. He said he didn't understand why I was so offended by the s l H D if I was behaving like one. That's where the comment he made that I ran into someone else's lap made sense.

I felt nauseous, disgusted, and in pain. It made me think that if that was how my older brothers saw me. I was about to answer, but then a scream fell on both of us. It was my friend's little cousin. She started screaming that these two bad men referring to my brothers were yelling bad things at me. That caught the attention of two mothers who appeared, as well as my best friend and his sister. The rest was a blur to me for what I know. My brothers were

tell to leave the place. They tried to take me with them, but my friend and his sister didn't let them. We ended up buying take out and my friend called his mom to pick us up. I don't know at what point I started crying, but my friend's little cousin noticed and gave me one of her chips to make me stop crying. It turns out that she and my friend's sister were looking at what toys were available in

the happy meal. It was then that the little one separated from my friend's sister to let me know what toys she wanted when she saw my brother's yelling at me. My friend then asked me what happened, and I told him and his mom everything. Needless to say, my friend's mom was furious. After dinner, I spoke to my mom. I wrote to her and told her everything. She replied, just a few more days, honey, I'll be there right away. I don't know if it was the pent up frustration

or what happened at the restaurant, but I exploded. I sent her a voice message saying that I needed her now, not in a few days. That I didn't understand what the hell was going on, since it seemed like neither she nor my dad, much less my brother's were being honest with me. That my brothers had said horrible things to me, that my dad was acting like a stranger, and that she only said we would talk about it

when she got back. I told her that I was her daughter, that I admired her for what she did at work and what she did for her friend, but write now I needed her. I needed my mom. I ended the voice message by telling her I wanted to stay at my friend's house even if she came since after to day, in her attitude, I didn't feel safe with anyone, not with her or my dad, less with

my brothers. I cried all night in silence, out of anger over this whole situation, but also out of guilt because I know my mom is working her ass off every day to provide us with a good lifestyle and not make us go without, and I exploded at her. I'm sorry my update is so long and without any good news. I'd like to say that I feel better now, but honestly, I feel like everything around me is upside down.

From what I know. My brothers have told everyone they know that they saw me wearing my best friend's shirt, which to them means that he marked me, or whatever that means in their fucking minds. My dad didn't say anything, and my mom didn't say anything about my audio. For now, I'm more calm. My friend's mom lets me join her in her hobbies of pottery and embroidery, and she also gave me some old paper doll cutouts to design clothes

and keep me busy. I could never be more grateful to this woman and her entire family, as well as to all of you. Read it. Also, if you have any advice on what to give a ten year old girl, I would really appreciate it. Her birthday is in two months, and I want to give her a gift for helping me out there. For now, I say goodbye. I hope you have a good night, morning, or afternoon, and I will update you if anything happens. Update three, I bring you what I hope is the latest update on what happened.

I appreciate the concern, comments and suggestions for my friend's cousin's gift. I'm going to try to summarize a little bit of everything that happened. First of all, my mother didn't come back. We both talked and I ended up discovering things that, although they felt heavy, explained the situation to me better. The first thing, which I mentioned in a comment is that the reason my mom was gone so much was because she needed her space. I asked her what she meant by that, and she told me

that they were only expecting one baby, my twin. When they did the first ultrasound to see him, I wasn't that visible, my mom's words. It wasn't until the second ultrasound that they finally noticed me. So for those who theorized that I was the daughter of a lover, I am an unexpected surprise. My mom said that neither she nor my dad were ready for a girl when my twin and I were born. Mom was anxious having a girl. She would now have to stay at home more to

guide me. My dad assured her that he would understand me and that my mom would not worry. I think she took that literally. I asked her why she was telling me this until now, and it turns out that the divorced woman my mother currently lives with in a comment, I said, she lives with two women listened to my audio when my mother played it. Sat my mother down and told her that I needed her, that if she didn't do something now, she would lose me like she

the divorced woman lost her children. She apologized for prioritizing herself as a woman more than me. She said she thought I was safe and calm at home, but after this she understands that she was wrong to be out of my life and that of my brother's. We talked a little more, mostly about what I wanted and if I was sure I wanted to stay at my friend's house. I said yes, and then she talked to my friend's mom, so they agreed that I would stay with my friend's mom.

The talk with my dad and my brother's well, it was by video call with my mom too. To be honest, I had already resigned myself to never having an explanation for all of this. The call can only be summarized in what happened in the restaurant, a scolding for my brothers, and the news that I will be staying with my friend. My dad tried to object, but my mom silenced him. So now I officially live with my friend, her sister, and her mom. The rules in the house are manageable

and I feel comfortable here. My friend and I call each other neighbors, and we agree to have movie marathons on Sundays. I chosen my Hero Academia anime movie, and my friend will watch Etea with me next week. As for clothes, my mom sends money. I'll go with my friend's sister next week. She saw my style the times I went out with my friend, so she's taking me to a few stores to recover some of my old wardrobe. I had one last talk with my dad on my

friend's porch with his mom watching. He apologized for disappointing me, for not protecting me, and cried again many will probably judge me here, but I accepted his good bye hug. It hurts that things ended like this. He said he would find a way to earn my trust again and that he didn't want to lose me. As for my brothers, I only received an apology from Andy, while my twins sent me a photo of my room still intact, with the phrase it will be the same when you return

so here. I am now at my friend's house in my new room with a few paper dolls that I made clothes for. I still keep the same calling schedule with my mom, while my dad will text me on week ends to check on me. That was my parents arrangement. From my expenses, my friend's mother will be the one who receives a sum of money for anything food, hygiene products, medicines, et cetera. I really appreciate the comments and support. I'll leave it there. If something serious happens, I'll update you,

but for now I think this will end here. A big hug to every one who commented, and have a good day.

I began seeing a girl we will call Stacy. Everything was fine in our relationship, almost too good, until an ex I had a bad break up with because I was an alcoholic at the time, got involved and told her things I allegedly did to her. Stacy and I talked it out and everything seemed fine. Fast forward to the next week. We just finished having a physical altercation and it devolved into us just slapping each other on

the legs. What I didn't know at the time is that Ayla's dan los s P would cause her to have a severe reaction days later in the form of bruises. Stacy told a few people, including my ex, that I did that to her, even though it was entirely consensual and no harm was intended. I even have a screenshot of her saying it's OK, babe, We were just play fighting after she sent me photos of her legs and

insisted I like olaying fighting with you. Obviously, her spelling mistake was meant to say play fast forward a few more weeks, she decides to go to bed early, but says, wake me up with your private part if you feel like it. So, after a few hours and a hell yet brother had passed and I was ready to sleep, I did exactly that. She was into it, I was into it. Once done, we fell back asleep. She commented that it was exactly how she wanted to be woken up.

She had sent me several texts in the past two saying similar things. Thank goodness I saved them all. Now, a few more weeks later, I pick her up from war and she straight up asked me if she could be intimate with her same sex friend. I was appalled and disgusted and felt like our relationship meant nothing to her any more. This is where our relationship became toxic, and she turned me into an angry, jealous person and for some reason wondered why I didn't like her friend

very much. Now for the crucial part, in early twenty twenty two, we were on and off again, every other week. In the thought of her with some one else drove me crazy. I went off my medications gabapentin, clonazepam, lituta, mertazepin, vivance and spent days wide awake, got fired from my job and was at my wits end. I then tried to end my own life after Stacy said in a text that she was going to spend the night with someone else while I was in the middle of an

emotional meltdown that some one else was her ax. I woke up in the hospital the next day, hooked up to several machines and one hell of a sore throat from getting my stomach pumped. I spent a few days in the hospital while I'm sure she was having a great time with her ex. We tried talking it out over the next few weeks, but one morning I caught Stacy red handed talking to my ex about me. I immediately asked her what she was talking about and to show me. She said no, and I told her to leave.

She initially refused until I threatened to start tossing her property off my one story deck. She didn't take me seriously until I grabbed her bag and tossed it into the snow bank below. I then grabbed several items, including a coffee cup, clothing, and anything else that was hers, including unfortunately food. I was completely manic at the time and didn't have a single brain cell left. One of the items I tossed down was a container of yogurt,

which didn't directly hit her. However, the flimsy plastic container immediately busted open on impact, like a baby yogurt bomb, and she got some on her jacket. Allegedly. Fast forward a few days later in Stacy is still sending me mixed signals about our relationship and really playing with my emotions. Stacy then filed a restraining order against me without notice. She continued the conversation with me. Five days after she

got the order. It was Valentine's Day, so I gave her the ultimatum finally be with me, or I'll be with some one else tonight. She called me briefly, and she asked what I meant, and I said exactly what I said. She told me to work on myself more, and maybe I wasn't having any of that. So I went out with the girl I had matched with on Tinder earlier. That day to begin the process of moving on. Two days later, I hear a knock at my door.

I had eight officers knock on my door and place me under arrest for assault, causing bodily harm, the leg photos, harassment, calling and texting repeatedly violating the restraining order that was in place that I had no idea existed. I was brought to the police station. First, I tried explaining my side of the story and even offered evidence in the form of the text about the assault and gave full detail, but the police officer told me to shit up woman beater.

The cop and I then got into a childish back and forth before finally I was brought to the station. I maintained my right to remain silent. Once at the station, called a lawyer from the telephone book and was then transported to another area. As it was winter, I was wearing a winter jacket. I took my jacket off and stuck the sleeve through the top of the door and then around the corner of the door. Tied both arms together to make as effective of a noose as possible.

Because I was tapping out I didn't belong there. Obviously. This got caught on camera and my cell was rushed by officers who used what I believed to be excessive force by slamming me neck first into the bench behind me, not only causing me to hit my head really hard, but also could have obliterated my neck. Luckily for me, I guess I've been drinking my milk. I was held overnight for my court appearance in the a M and got a thousand dollars no cash bond, meaning I don't

pay it unless I mess up again. I was then under the impression i'd be good to go home soon. Nope. Apparently after I left, the judge didn't realize I violated a restraining order and sent me to jail for four of the longest days of my life in a suicide blanket, locked up. I did nothing wrong. My four days in jail could be a whole other post, but anyway, I got out. I went down the strait and narrow and kept my nose clean. And that's when Stacy contacted me.

Saint Patti's day. She got drunk, called me, offered to uber to see me, and she did. It was a dumb call on my end, but I just missed her and loved her so much at the time. She came over at like five a m. And she immediately said, let's just pretend it's like old times, and we did for two days. When she stayed with me. She told me she told the police what she did because she just wanted a break and didn't think they'd take it

this seriously. When it was time for her to go, she said, call me later, love you, and I left back home. A couple of hours later, I got a knock on my door from the police again. Apparently she ratted herself out to the police, prompting a warning. It was clear to me she was as good for me as flint water, and that was the last time we spoke. At my first court appearance a week or two later, I was tapped on the shoulder by a detective and

asked to speak with me outside. He identified himself and told me he's working with Stacy and that I should be hearing from him soon. Knows we've seen spoken with each other, and he expects more charges. He called me a couple of days later and scheduled a day for an interview. My lawyer told me he would likely be arresting me for something else. But I had no idea what but he told me to keep my composure and most importantly shut up. I went for the interview, and

you guessed it. I was immediately placed under arrest. I wasn't handcuffed or anything, but that's when he told me I'm being placed under arrest for essay and another assault, contrary to my lawyer's advice. I lost it on the cop and told him the story in facts. Again offered to show him texts, screenshots, et cetera. He didn't care. When he alluded to the second assault charge. I kept my mouth shut as I had no idea what he

was talking about. He kept trying to pry at me, and finally he asked, did you throw yogurt at her? I laughed and said O K. I think I'm done answering questions and I will wait for disclosure from my lawyer. The cop got curt and ended the interview and I was free to go. I then had to sit and wait for a year and a half for my court date.

In that time, Stacy took to social media to cancel me, claiming I'm a violent person with violent tendencies or something to that effect, posting photos of me along with my full name and left me aloner for the last eight months because everyone I know hates me over her social

media post, which garnered a lot of attention. Because I had a lot of friends, especially in the local music scene and hospitality industry, I became withdrawn from society, but thankfully I acquired a girl friend prior to the grand cancelation whom I'm still with, and she supported me through it all as best she could. Unfortunately, the idea of hitting Stacy with a cease and desist didn't happen until the post was already screen capped and shared among other people.

She complied, but it had gotten out of control. By the time I got my lawyer on it, I was being publicly shamed because some one got yogurt on their jacket. In an unfavorable situation for both parties. I almost died and she got to go be with her ex over it seems fair. About a month ago, my lawyer gave me two options, go to trial twenty k including the fees I've already paid him, or plead guilty to one

count of assault the yogurt incident. It took me a few days, but I decided to opt for the latter, only because I know our justice system is flawed in fighting all charges versus taking the hit on one and getting it discharged from my record after two years as a much safer bet, so I did exactly that. Unfortunately, I have to report to a probation officer once a month now, but other than that, I am finally free of her and the pain she has caused me. This week,

I've decided I'm going to be happy. I bought lots of music recording equipment some games I've been dying to play. I don't know if I should publicly address my friends on my currently deactivated social media accounts explaining my side of the story. I went to the grocery store without a face mask, tattoos out, and hatless, and it felt liberating, like I was finally back in control of my life. And this, my friends, is why you never get involved

in complicated situations. Thanks for reading. If you did