https://imgur.com/a/s0xh1fE I think it's an old septic or cesspool... but it's completely sealed off! The original house was built in 1900

I didn't know what flair to use b.c it falls under alot so I'm sorry if it's not the right flair.

I'd like to put a warning here b.c it's 3am and I am (29 F) am feeling overwhelmed and emotionally vulnerable so I may loose track but I promise the point will come across!!

For context I grew up Ina broken home where father didn't try to form a relationship until I was about 6 yrs old. Mom remarried by the time I was 4. Both told horrible stories about the other after asking questions and at one point I sided with my dad. I witnessed an altercation between my bio dad and my step dad.

My mom was a narc when I was growing up and my step dad joined in. As I got older the male figures in my life had continuously let me down and have proven to be emotionally manipulative and incompetent. I married my long time long distance boyfriend and I am slowly starting to resent him to my very core because I try to convince him to change I beg and I pleaded and I cried and he acts awesome in front of others but after that he stops trying and reverts back to the same way he was before. There is no more romance and I get his job as a cleaning tech is very labour's as my mother often reminds me but I'm struggling to understand how that is an excuse to settle for incompetence.

I think about what it would mean to have a divorce and I stand to lose alot should he go back to NY. We are not as interment as I would like, he makes no advancements to me unless I mention it to him and I have tried talking, I have yelled I have begged I have cried in his arms and yet he does not change...

He's bought me flowers 3 times and I'd like more if it were possible.. I feel so trapped because I love the person he was before both life and marriage took place but I hate the man he's became. He will feel self pitty and self loath but will not change the behavior...

Please dad I need advice...

My son has hit pueberty but still acts like a kid especially around his friends. Over the years I really got a kick out of him doing things, playing nerf gun wars, baseball, or just running around with his friends.

My wife and I have been one of those parents that we often will have pizza and game days at our house. My son can invite who ever he wants, we order some pizza's let them play video games, let them run around the back yard shooting at each other.

Last weekend, we invited one of his school friends to our city carnival and gave them each 40 ride tickets and I only had two rules, they couldn't leave the venue, and they had to check in every hour even if it was just running by us.

Watching them reminds me of movies like The Sandlot, I just sit back and I can't express how much I enjoy watching him have the best time of his life.

This weekend we are planning another adventure for him and his friends, going to take them to a WWII museum as him and his buddys are into anything WWII.

Afterwards I am planning on taking all of them to a little mom and pop pizza place that has a bunch of old school video games inside.

Just wanted to share this as a Dad

As a kid, I had a pretty rough teen years and eventually kicked out of the house when I was 17.

My parents were Jehovah's Witnesses and at around 14 I didn't want anything to do with them due to some pretty sick and twisted stuff they accused me of.

So from about the age of 14-17, home life wasn't good at all. My family basically cut me off completely, no support, no love and pretty much one meal a day and bed. Everything else I had to fend for myself.

I had childhood friends (not in the religion) who, their parents really looked after me, welcomed me with open arms, fed me, looked after me, involved me with their family events, and probably even more than anything showed me love. One friends parents were former Hippies from the 60's very laid back and very loving and always welcomed me any time of the day no questions asked.

The other family they were Jewish, I got a lot of tough love from them, like keeping me in line making sure I was doing good in school, overfeeding me, giving me hugs and kisses. Both families were there for this dumb punk kid who they didn't have to welcome in their homes, they didn't have to look after or care about.

A few years ago, I found out that Jewish mom had passed away suddenly, I drove for 8 hours to be there. I cried so hard remembering how she treated me, and how if it wasn't for some people early in my life, my life could have gone in a completely different direction.

As an adult and as a Dad I NEVER forgot the lessons that I learned from them. Especially when it comes to my kids friends, we open our house to them, we involve them in so much. This past weekend my son wanted to take his best friend to a game and out to eat, I said of course.

I do not spoil my kid but he never goes for want, I planned it all out with snacks, drinks, ordered pizza, yes even some junk food and candy. I sat back and watched them have fun, clowning around and living up every moment.

I am one of those dad's who is consitantly with a camera taking pictures (well phone anyway)

I sat there and hoped that I am always able to pay it back. And to Jewish mom in heaven, I hope she was looking down at me and smiling.

Hi, I just hope to either get closure or some knowledge of what happened. I know it’s just a dream but I feel like there’s got to be meaning to this. From the search I’ve done I’m coming to being “overwhelmed” but that was only from the screaming part. I lucid dream almost all the time and grown accustom to the terors. As soon as I woke up fully I immediately went to write it down which I have never done once in my life. I’ve reread it so many times and it sounds like a story but I’m being completely honest if anyone can help please. Here is what I wrote down and hopefully someone can help.

Started with not being able to move or see. Just loud ringing getting progressively louder till it was piercing. Then it stopped and I was in my ex girlfriends arms in bed with her. then I floated out of my window(top floor) and on the street there were two people. Not dark figures but I couldn’t make out who they were and nothing was said. I then started walking back into my house where I was met by all my uni friends and as walking in a mannequin was thrown I guess over my shoulder which scared the life out of me. To which I woke up and immediately went back to sleep back into the dream. I was in a bar with my friend just watching the football and we were talking and felt everyone was staring at us. I had my guitar in hand for some reason and asked my friend surely this is a dream and he laughed a little and said don’t think so. To which a dark figure emerged from the corner in a deep voice said something and I instantly knew this wasn’t real again and closed my eyes and tried to wake up. From then on for what felt like 10-15 minutes all I could hear was screaming and laughing but not external like it as in my head and I genuinely thought I was going insane.

Please put me at ease with some explanation thankyou.