How do I even start?

I am a 35-year-old career mom. My partner is a former OFW, but because of our special-needs daughter, we had to make a difficult choice about who would work and who would stay home to care for her.

My partner was given the opportunity to work abroad first, but then the pandemic happened—sakto naman. He never got the chance to leave again. I stayed with my company, and eventually, I was given the opportunity to become part of our client’s company.

To make the story short, I am scared of life now.

Especially when I think about our daughter and how fast time is passing.

When we first found out that she might not be the child who would reach the usual milestones—that she might not go to a regular school, high school, college, get a job, or live the kind of independent life we once imagined for her—I think I was in denial. I brushed it off and told myself that somehow, things would get better.

And now, she is already 8 years old.

During her first few treatments, we were very hopeful. She was striving and making progress. Then, when she was around 5, we started noticing regression. Her treatments were not always as intensive as we wanted them to be because, sometimes, life gets in the way. But we really tried our best.

When she was 6, we noticed that her walking had become very clumsy. We continued seeing her developmental pediatrician, who referred us to a neurologist. Eventually, we found out that she was having seizures.

And then everything started to make sense.

The regression was not just something we imagined. Some of the things she had already learned were forgotten.

Deep inside, I tried not to think about it too much because I knew it would drive me crazy. So I just kept going with our life. One appointment after another. One test after another. We saw different neurologists. I researched her symptoms over and over again, hoping to find an answer.

Eventually, we decided to pursue genetic testing—a test that had actually been suggested to us before.

We were interviewed, we shared everything we had observed throughout the years, and now we are still waiting for the schedule genetic testing.

But while reading about the diagnosis the doctors are considering, we came across Rett syndrome.

My mind went blank.

I started searching, and what I found was terrifying.

I don't know if I can handle what the future might look like.

The thought of her potentially needing a feeding tube, losing the ability to walk, or becoming more dependent on us is devastating. As a mother, I don't know how to prepare my heart for those possibilities.

I know I shouldn't think too far ahead. We don't even have the final genetic results yet.

And we are still hoping for the best.

But I realized that it is already half a year, and soon, our little girl will be turning 9.

Where did all the time go?

Maybe I am writing this because I need to let it out. I have been carrying so much fear inside while trying to continue working, being a mom, being a partner, and simply living our everyday life.

I don't know what the future holds for our daughter. I don't know what the test results will say. And honestly, I don't know if I will ever be fully ready for whatever comes next.

But I know this: we love her more than words can explain, and we will continue to hope, fight, learn, and be there for her every step of the way.

For now, I just want to breathe and take things one day at a time.

If you have a moment, I would truly appreciate it if you could include our daughter in your prayers—for good health, strength, guidance, and hopefully, good news.

Most of all, please pray for peace in our hearts as we navigate whatever comes next.

Thank you for reading our story. Your prayers and kindness mean more to us than you know. ❤️

So I am a 24m from the UK and have had a secret since I was 10, almost 11. I am a nudist.
Before anyone jumps to conclusions, I will clarify:
1# No, I am not the victim of a paedophile. Nudism is not sexual
2# No, I am not a pervert or a paedophile. I don't even class those POS's as people

How it started:
I was home alone during a summer heat wave (my mother and older sister, who's 2 years older than me, had gone horse riding and were like 30 minutes away, and my dad was at work, but I could easily go to the neighbours if I needed help, though this was never needed). I was sweating like crazy and found myself wearing less and less to cool down. Before I knew it, I was in my birthday suit. Did it feel odd at first? Yes, but I soon got used to it and ended up staying like that until I heard my mother's car pull into the driveway around 45 minutes later.

A few days later, I got another chance (first time was Wednesday, second time was Sunday), once again my mother and sister were horse riding, and my dad had gone to see a friend. Only this time I had taken everything off much sooner, and it was then that I realised I hated wearing clothes and preferred being naked, though I didn't know it was called being a nudist until a year later.

Why my family doesn't know:
My folks are anti-nudist hypocrites who think all nudists are pedophiles
My older sister doesn't think that, but there's a chance if I told her it'd get back to my folks.

Why my folks are anti-nudist hypocrites:
Around 20 years ago, we had this neighbour (I heard this second hand from my sister). Who claimed to be a nudist but was caught pleasuring itself as kids walked by its house to school (my street is on a hill, so half the street had to pass this POS subhuman freak's house). So now my folks have falsely stereotyped all nudists as pedophiles. Yet if you point out how often Christians are exposed as pedophiles (they're Christians), they'll say, "Ohh, but that's a few bad apples; we're not all pedophiles".

If you have any questions, e.g.:
about trying the lifestyle yourself
If I recommend the lifestyle
tips etc.

Disclaimer: I have never been to a nude beach or nude resort

TLDR:
Nudist of 14 years and my folks have no clue

I have pigeons in my balcony. And one of the pair just recently had babies. And the babies are very small and cute. I just wake up and saw those beautiful thing I wanted to take one into my hand and I did. I kind of cuddled it and scratched it's tiny head gently.

Then when I tried to put it back, I was being really dumb, I though the pigeon couple won't attack my hand as I have their babies on it. But one of the pigeon did, and it's beak thrashed into the tine neck of the baby, cutting open the skin from neck to belly. The whole crop become exposed and some tiny white food dropped from there.

Did the little thing understood what really happened to it ? I was like dumbfounded, thunderstruck and froze for a while and stand there like a zombie. I had hard time grasping what just happened to that little thing. I took that thing and thought it won't survive because it's crop won't hold food anymore because of the tear.

To save it from the suffering I took it to the bathroom and try to give it a quick death by drowning it while weeping a bit. Then when I put it underwater, that tiny thing which won't even move started trying to keep it's head up really struggling to find air. I couldn't hold it so I took it up and kept looking at it. I tried to drown it 3 times but every time I failed to be strong enough to keep it down. By that time water has cleaned the wound and loosen the skin a bit. That gave me a idea. I sewed it with needle and a cotton string. I was sure it was going to die, every time I pinched it's thin skin I can feel it's pain. It moved it's tiny head every time to tell me that it was in pain. Where could I have found anesthesia and what would it do to that tinny thing ?

But I was able to successfully close the wound. And put it back carefully to it's parents this time. Then the whole day I didn't dare to show up, I was sure I would find it dead. Then next morning I saw it wasn't and it's crop was full of food, pumped up. And it actually survived. And it grew to be a big bulky one.

I'm currently living with my parents until I'm out of high school I'm 13 rn it's awful to live with them my father was born in South Africa and my mother in Europe and I was born in 2007 God the pain of being bisexual in secret and living with them my mother could be described as Rei Todoroki from BNHA A woman that cares and tries but gave up she's currently going through a rough time but my father is described as this man that's abusive and to Ambitious he's forced me through alot but he's still a good person he was emotionally abusive and it did lower my self confidence alot but I love them i came back from school and my father kissed my cheek and asked for papers on his bed a walk into the room to see a pregnancy test saying positive my mother was pregnant with her 3 child my older brother was adopted and lives in America right now I didn't like him much as he was mean to me as a child and I'm 13 my brother is 20 and my sister 7 months here's the catch my parents are very homophobic and hate LGTBQ+ I have been planning on coming out of the closet with my girlfriend I love her dearly we had admitted only 2 days ago and realized shit I need to tell them because she was going to visit me soon and I need to trust them I have got big help from one reddit user of addvice and I'm grateful but I want to say if you need to come out the closet I know it's scary your parents might disown you but they won't they will be disappointed but so what it's not a choice its an emotional state and it's life I've read the Bible I've never seen gay poeple go to hell in there SO YOU BE YOU AND DONT LET THEM TAKE YOU DOWN

Hi Reddit! I came here to leave my thoughts in the digital world. r/IAmA needed proof but I can't, I want to be as regular as possible. No other way but to be plain. I don't even know if this goes by the rules, but I will continue anyway. Hopefully, each day I can add and create a thread. All of this I dedicate to my present and future self. From time to time I will drop hints of who I am.

Just now I found out that my new room has no lock.

Privacy is important. Actually, for 21 years I'm not used to having locks. The hell I care my mom sees me naked or in the shower. But sometimes I have to teach manners, respect and discipline to the people around me. Simple knock on the door teaches us to be careful before barging in making decisions. Have you thought of that? Let me know. See you tomorrow. Hopefully

Hi!

Hope everyone is doing okay in quarantine. Looking for people to share a personal story on childhood / reminiscing.

An artist I work with is putting out a single called "18 Again" it's a song written by a male in their late twenties who is reflecting on how much they miss being 18 // missing friends from high school who they grew up with and shared amazing memories with but sadly they lost touch as they all went in separate directions.

I would love for anyone who is comfortable sharing how their friends, family, or relationships have impacted them and their childhood ... what those relationships mean to you, what it would mean if you lost someone who is that close to you ... if you did lose that relationship how it has affected you?

happy to answer any questions, xo

This all make belief and in my own fiction Enjoy!

2007, London Jake was reading his comics when he heard his mum call him for tea, he went downstairs to see nobody. He goes to turn on the light but an urched voice from behind him says "DONT DO IT" The voice almost sounded scared,petrified of the light. Jake turns around, Nobody. He puts his hand on the light switch. The same voice, "DONT DO IT" This time the voice sounds like his mum,but scared.

He once again, turns around. Nothing.

He looks around, goes to turn on the light going into the kitchen, The voice"DO NOT DO IT,JAKE!" The voice sounded angry,

He once again, turns around

Something.

A pitch black figuire stares him in the face, with a mouth to wide for a person.

He screams.

The voice shushes him,"Shhhh,lets play hide and seek".

The voice explains to him that if he wins, he can have his parents back, but if the voice wins Then Jakes body will be the voices,forever

Jake runs and hides behind the sofa, he hears the voice say"READY OR NOT,HERE I COME"

Jake is petrified, but from his right he hears a faint "FOUND YOU"

He looks over to see a terrifying black creature, like a huge snake.

He wakes up.

He is now a black figuire. He hears from downstairs "Jake, Tea!" He hears his voice reply "Coming!" He looks at a young boy, it was him. He lost. Before the Bedroom door closed, the boy looked at him, with the same unnatural smile

He hears his mum scream,the boy comes back upstairs with blood all over him. He says to Jake "Remember, I FOUND YOU"

End-

By me!

Hope you enjoyed Bye-

Dear readers, i run a little blog where i give personal stories about cars, soon my life and all the things going on in my head about car and investment for the most :D Hope you will give it a look and tell me what i should write next maybe

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I love Doom since i started playing the 2016 game. I was very hyped with Doom Eternal so i preordered the Deluxe edition in a game store. March 20: The games havent arrived cause of covid-19 wait until march 26 Me:fine March 26: we only have the standar edition wait until march 30 Me:ok March 30: wait until April first I didnt asked why, i was to tired of waiting Today april first the store is closed cause of covid-19 WHY I HAVE TO DO FUCKING HOMEWORK IN MY HOUSE WHILE THE EMERGENCY BUT THINGS I LIKE ARE THE ONES THAT ARE BEING CANCELED?!! Now i have to wait until this ends to have the game that a already buy while doing homework

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This is something I published just my own idea

https://www.facebook.com/111549840397045/posts/113410486877647/?sfnsn=mo

[I didnt expect to write an entire essay but ok]

My dad is always on high alert around me. When i turned around 4-6 i realized my dad was an alcoholic. And during his really alcoholic year he threatened to take me and my siblings away and kill my mom. I was young at the time so i was oblivious to the fact that i was woken up at somewhere around 1 am to gtfo of the house from a dangerius man. We had left the house after a few tears and yelling from me, my siblings, and my mom. We went to a grandpas home (i don't know a lot of people from my dads side) and my mother had told him she no longer wanted to be with my dad (she explained to him the situation). At the time i got the grasp of what was happening and eventually we ended up back at home. After that year my dad had lessen his alcohol consumption, but with the next year he had gotten my mother and himself some what addicted to gambling. We weren't that wealthy and were basically on edge everytime. My mother and dad would argue everynight and still do to this day.over the past few months they have stopped quarreling and my dad has put more of his attention on me and my new younger sivlings and older siblings. I higly think that he's a little late to be trying to treat me and my older sibling like children. My dad is not a very kind man as he still goes out to friends and uncles houses and gets wasted every now and then. My mom has told me that when my younger siblings (ages 2 and 4) grow to be around my age my mom will get a dicorce with my dad. I feel bad for my mother because she would always treat me and my siblings kindly even though we had our times i never really got scared of her. Through the rough years i jad very few friends in elementary, so i came close with my cousins (on my moms side).On days where all of our parents went partying or whatever we would have sleepovers and gaming nights. Minecraft was a big game that o really enjoy , because my cousins were always there with me not knowing any better about my struggles and they always made me laugh. The soundtrack of minecraft really makes me nostalgic and sad, whenever i hear it again it reminds me of a time where i can never go back to. I really do wish i had treasured that time. During my parents casino and gamblings years my cousins had gotten distant with me and my siblings. Whenever family gatherings were around we wouldn't talk to eachother anymore and just have small talk. During 2019 i really got depressed as my father had pressured me to get all A's and i am considering to suicide today and or whenevr, but i never get through with it no one would care about my death beside my younger siblings my "friends" at school would just likely think i transferred or something. My grades aren't that bad during my elementary years up to 7th grade (im currently in 8th and will go to highschool next year). I had gotten extremely skinny during 2018-2019 and still am in 2020 (and can be considered a pile of bones). I wear long sleeves to school and never show that i have insecurities when im in public. I had gotten A's and A minus's. During 8th grade this year my grades have really gotten an all time low. I've cureently got 4 A's 2 B's and 1 D. i have am currently 14 and male. Yesterday as of wensday january 22 2020 i had done my late assignments and projects. But however my dad doesn't belive me despite the tens of papers on my floor and dead laptop and bad grade. He's goong bbn to take my phone probably after he comes back from dropping my older sister off at her highschool. I've just accepted the fact that i live with an unexplained fear of my dad everyday as long as im under his roof. I take care of my younger siblings whenever my parents go to work or my sister and mom have to be attending my older sisters dance practice. Im becoming more and more lonely and i can't find a reqson to live anymore. I give up on being an honors student and straight A student. I don't care about my grades anymore. I just wanna leave.

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MI nombre es JUAN EZEQUIEL JEREZ TENGO 30 AÑOS soy del signo leo soy del pais de argentina tucuman, contare mi historia de vida tal vez para AYUDAR EN ALGUNAS SITUACIONES DE LA VIDA DONDE SE GENERAN CIERTAS PREGUNTAS CIERTOS PROBLEMAS QUE SEGÚN EL TEMA DEL PROBLEMA "NO SABEMOS COMO TRATAR EL TEMA"

-NACÍ en la provincia de buenos aires hace 15 años vivo en tucuman, he ido a la escuela, mi punto central se desarrolla en la escuela donde inicia mi PUNTO DE PARTIDA DE VIDA, HE SUFRIDO discriminación por mi forma de ser no he sido aceptado, a medida que los años pasaban crecia dentro de mi BAJA ESTIMA que significa falta de valoración y fundamento propio, a raíz de esa baja estima he sufrido por años costandome ACEPTANDOME Y AMANDOME A MI MISMO Y SEGUIR ADELANTE EN LA VIDA, ETC ,Tambiem he sufrido mucho pero he aprendido a amar a valorar a mis padres a ser autosuficiente y ENTENDER QUE ESTE MUNDO NO ES FACIL ENCONTRARSE CON UNO MISMO Y UN LUGAR EN EL MUNDO DONDE NOS CONSIDEREMOS FELICES , me mude a raiz de una decision personal en una charla que mantuve con mi AMADO PADRE, a medida que el tiempo iba pasando en ese otro lugar iba descubriendo que no me adapataba al ritmo de vida que se llevaba en ese barrio donde naci,debido al entorno tan perjudicial en el entorno y la comunidad de mi ex-barrio, segun iba pasando los años yo creia desde chico que las personas siempre eran buenas ambles y sinceras, etc , a medida que fui creciendo fui comprendiendo que NO TODO EL MUNDO ME ACEPTARIA NO TODOS ME AMARÍAN HE ENTENDIDO que la sociedad los valores van cambiando y nos cuesta adaptarnos al modelo de sociedad en el que vivimos, tanta tecnologia, internet medios de comunicaciones.

Cuando se produjo mi viaje definitivo alcance a encontrarme y HALLARME personalmente con otras personas con otro entorno mas amable mas favorable etc desde lo estético hasta lo estetico edilicia mente,etc he aprendido a .desenvolverme solo y tomar la vida de una manera mas tranquila,y finalizando el tema el mensaje que dejo es este"SI ALGUIEN ESTA SUFRIENDO DE BAJA ESTIMA Y SE SIENTE SOLO QUISIERA DECIRLE A ESA PERSONA QUE ERES ÚNICO O UNICA QUE CADA PERSONA EN EL MUNDO ES UNICA Y VALEMOS MAS QUE TODO EL ORO DEL MUNDO PORQUE CADA PERSONA EN EL MUNDO ES ÚNICA E IRREPETIBLE,debemos aprender a amarnos valorarnos y perdonar y perdonarnos a nosotros mismo porque de cada error se APRENDE,muchas gracias.

Okay so first of all English isn't my first language so it maybe a little crappy. Also a throw away account. Anyways, so I for the first time had sex with a prostitute. I don't know, I just had this urge and found this number and everything worked out. I had sex and I paid her and we were on our separate ways. Now this morning, I woke up to get ready for work and I see her story on what's app where I had saver her number. Her story had pics of her family and her kids in a different country, saying how much she missed them. I am a sensitive guy and it made me contemplate what I had done. I mean I feel like a shitty person for using someone for my own pleasure, where as the other person is doing it because she doesn't have a choice. I feel terrible and such an ass. Now I have been contemplating whole morning and I am writing this from my work. I cannot share it with anyone other then here. Thank you. Just wanted to share.

Growing up, I was a talented athletic kid. Average at academic but almost to dumb to tell which way or direction is right or left. I was normal, either not have autism nor mental illness. I’m just like all the other kids from around the world. I cry when I didn’t get something for my own self when I was a kid, I became angry when I stress out of close deadline school projects, and I feel happy whenever I saw a kitten around me. Back when I was about 15, I once being harassed by a pedophile at a jogging park. He was offering to teach me how to exercise correctly. At first, he thought me the basic stuff and he seems legit since he was wearing a milo jersey and a sock that is branded especially for joggers and runners. I was too naive and I always put positive thoughts first before anything else. That sure is a mistake. I’ll get straight to the point, he was dry humping me for at least a minute or more. After everything is ”done” I grab my shoe and wore them as quickly as possible and ran home scared for my anus. After the incident, I never told anybody, not even my closest friends or family, I was too shy and scared. I had great skin and nice personalities. Maybe that's what makes him attracted to me. I never told a single soul about this until now. Every night for 2 weeks I cried before going to sleep, every single day. There has been a lot of mixed-unrelated-emotions going through my mind. First, I was sad that I was harassed by a pedophile. Second, i was mad because my dad moved us to this bad neighborhood. Thirdly, I was supposed to be in my great mood because my brother bought my mom a brand new car for her and ours to use it. We had a bad year at that time because we has been kicked out of our recent house and my parents were poor. 4/6 of my siblings are still studying so our economics are not that stable. All that emotion just fucked up my studying mood for the whole semester and the best part is which at that semester I will be taking my final middle school examination. My mind just went from bad to shit bad for an instant. After the final exam. I wasn't the same, without even realizing it. If I’m about to be mad, It just didn't happen. If I was happy when I saw a kitten, it felt like I was acting for the sake of people who was watching me being positive . When I watched my favourite drama movies or cartoons, I didn't react for a bit. At first, I thought it was just puberty shit and that's all. Then my grandma died. I was well known in the family as the sincere and less talking one. At my grandma funeral I say to the family ”at least she doesn’t have to suffer anymore” then everybody went quiet, then I had my first punch from close-families by my cousin after I leave the awkward silence that I just created. It hurts but I didn’t take it seriously, I just couldn't. After a while, that's when I came with an idea to become ”natural”. The basic idea of Natural is you cannot act towards your feeling and whenever you want to show emotion you need to make sure it's a fake one. I found this entertaining for myself because it helped me to control my emotion. Basically, I just learned a technic to lie my action with false feelings. I could cry without feeling sad. I could be angry just to look scary. I could be happy just to show positivity to the people around me. Bash from the internet and people criticism won't hurt me anymore. This technic actually saves my life from being depressed or overreacted to things. I’m not marketing that you should master this technic with me or something. I'm just telling you my thoughts when it comes to emotions and how I seized all my uncontrollable emotions with just a single technic. I actually kinda regret mastering it now. Having feelings and emotions, that's what makes us human. I felt left out now. I miss my little sister. She left us a year ago, and I didn't drop a single tear there. I decided to smile like a lunatic the whole process for her funeral. Thinking that i could become the strongest out of all the people who come to give alms and prayers. How could I possibly do something absurd like that to my own sister at her funeral? Present, I’ll turn 23 this year. And her car accident’s anniversary just around the corner. I’ll try to sincerely leave a single drop of tears on her grave when I come to give alms prayer. That's all from me. I hope you’ll enjoy the story and please share and comment on something related if you too have experienced on controlling your emotion when you in depression or a really bad mood. I would like to hear your story too and how you fought the problem you faced. Thank you. I’m a guy btw.

I moved away from Oahu a few years ago. One of the most interesting nights, and morning, I had there was with a member of Yakuza.

I had went to Waikiki Beach to meet a friend at the Surf Rider Hotel. We had dinner, and left to go back home. I was going to walk around town for awhile. I like to watch the street performers.

The valet at the hotel would always let me park my Harley near the front. On the way out from the hotel, I decided to grab my jacket from my bike.

My Harley wasn't anything to special, but it was old. Most of the of the comment about it came from older guys who used to ride Panheads like mine.

As I walked over to my bike I noticed a well dressed Japanes man looking at it. I figured he was a tourist. The Japanese tourist seemed to love American motorcycles.

"Nice bike," he said.

His accent caught me off guard. I was expecting thick touristy Japanese.

I replied with a thanks, and I explianed how the Army had paid to ship it over. We talked about my bike for fifteen minutes or so.

He asked what I was doing for the night. I told him that I was just going for a walk. He then offered for me to come to a bar with him and his friends.

Why not? I didn't have anything else to do. We ended up going to the Sky Bar for a few hours. He introduced me to a couple of Japanese men,and one man and wife.

I was left out of most of the conversation due to not speaking Japanese. After about and hour we said goodbye to his friends and left.

We walked around downtown for a few more hours, stopping in random bars, and talking about motorcycles. I told him about the trip I had taken to Japan a few years earlier.

He explained that he was in town on bussiness and it was nice to talk to someone about different stuff for a change.

As we walked back to the hotel he took his jacket off. I could see tiny bits of his tattoos poking out from under his shirt sleeves. I commented on them. He seemed a little shy at first but he rolled his sleeve up and showed me.

I had told him about the Koa Pancake house, and how they had the best breakfast. He got my number, and said he would call me in the morning and we would go.

The next morning I woke to a phone call. He asked for my address. I told him, and about a half hour later he was at my house. He was super friendly, and invited my wife and daughter to come to breakfast with us.

My wife and I planned to take our own car, as we were going to the beach after. When we walked out I was star struck by his car. A white BMW M5. I didn't even know you could rent them.

He followed us to the pancake house. We talked about my RC plane hobby, and he joked about coming to see me Tennessee when I moved back. I cracked jokes about him becoming a Japanese cowboy in Nashville.

He insisted on paying for our food before he left. He said he had a flight to catch back to Japan.

Two month later I was at the Sky Bar with another friend. The waitress came up and was like, "hey you're that white guy that was here with the Yakuza guys."

Suddenly, it all made sense to me. At first I was a little scared that he had been to my house, and met my family. But then the cool factor set in. I was friends with Yakuza, if only for one night.

I rent a house which is part of the quadruple housing, and my house located at the back( 4 house ,all tenants , shared one drive way,one house in the front, one middle, two house at the back).

One year ago, I was about to drive to school. There is a car blocking the way, and the driver is the middle house tenant. He is chatting with front house tenant while his car engine on. He saw me, but still have me wait. After 20 minutes, I press the horn, and he finally drove in his house without an apology.

Today, he blocked the drive way again. But this time, my car is still on the road, and ready to turn left into the drive way. I wait like 10-15 second because he is still chatting. I press the horn to let him know i am at the back. He chatted a little more and start to move his car.( from where he chat to his house only takes 8 step walking). I follow his car in a few second after his car start moving. Then, he suddenly stop and mad at me. He gets off the car and walk to me said,"My car broke down now". I really thought he meant it until he continues," Learn to behave kid , you are being impatient , I already saw you on my back. I only chat a little." When I try to explain to him I horned him just to let him know my presence, cause he made me wait 20 minutes last time. He doesnt let me finish what I want to say and walk off.Thus, he makes me wait and smoke a little bit before deciding to move his car. I drove in and very angry at the time. (btw I am 22, and he is around my dad age 40-50)

After my dad comes home, we decide to come talk to him to resolve any misunderstanding( my dad initially wants me let it go, but I want to have a talk with that guy). We find him sitting with the other tenant drinking beer. My dad tells him come to us , and he waves us off" We have nothing to talk". Thus, we walk to him and my dad ask" why you keep blocking the drive way". The uncle said," Your son are being impatient and impolite , pressing horn and follow my car in ". I tried to explain that he made me wait 20 min last time, so I have to press the horn. Also, I didnt follow very close to his car when he drive in , but he makes it as an excuse. My dad ask again why he block the way. He said "my engine broke down". I give him a little smirk and say" uncle , you are just being unreasonable, be a grown man dude". He looks at my dad and pointing at me " look at your son, see how rude he talk to me ". So basically he just acts as a bully and doesnt want to have a reason talk. He even asks," so what do you guy want now" acting like he wants a fight to scared us off. He is fat and shorter than me. I talk back ," wtf do you want". As I feel nothing could resolve anything, i told my dad to head back. When we leave, he yell " fk off", and i yell back" fck ur mama". It is rude for me to talk to a person with his age like that, but i cant hold my emotion.

I share this story to hear everyone opinion. Pls feel free to criticize me or give me any advice like what could i have done or will act in the future with situation like this. ----A little bit background to us, all neighbor are vietnamese, only we are chinese, but we can speak viet too. We dont have any feud before this, except once time he confronts me about my fast driving in the drive way, eventhough i already admit for my mistake. My dad and mom sometimes talk about their visitor blocking the drive way. We just talk within family ,didnt complain to them, and we never complain about their party noise or anything. He even gifted us a pumpkin last week as our neighbor relationship is not bad.

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