I am raising a child, which I am very happy about. I'd like to have another one, but there are problems. Let me start from the beginning. I'm healthy, but my husband is infertile. We wanted children and I didn't want to cheat on him. So we went to expensive medical procedures.

I was "pumped" with hormones, and then they "planted" an embryo. And so three times, because the first and the second one didn't work. It's easy to write, but it's not easy to bear it when you already feel life inside and then it stops. It's shocking and stressful.

It's tears, and feeling bad from excess hormones. It's a bad figure from the medication.

It's debts and loans, procedures are expensive. Several years passed in the exercise. When I cried, I lkmaoa that if I had cheated on my husband, I wouldn't have to suffer so much

But I'm honest, and I suffered. After raising my head a bit from my problems, I began to suspect that my husband was cheating on me. This was especially disgusting in the face of my exploits.

I did a little investigation and my husband's adultery was quickly discovered. You have no idea how angry I was! I'd agonized in clinics about not cheating, and he didn't agonize. And he didn't appreciate it.

I didn't want to see my husband anymore. I took a mop in my hands, opened the door, and kicked him out of the apartment. I cried for a long time. For days I walked around like a robot, feeling nothing.

A friend told me that I should try to get pregnant naturally. I agreed out of anger. We started looking for a donor.

Yes, a donor. I just wanted a baby, not a new husband. We had a long discussion about what kind of father he should be. Smart, healthy, handsome. And he should have a family. That's a good indicator of character, too.

I spent a week looking for him on the Internet. I've been texting men. I'd given up hope. But suddenly I found him. I liked him, and we had an "affair". In the process of communication I found out that he is healthy, educated, and has two children. Everything's fine.

Since I was healthy, I got pregnant very quickly. The goal was achieved. And I "disappeared" from my lover's sight. I was no longer angry with my husband. I've committed adultery, too. After all, I was also looking for

Maybe the lover was looking for me, but I didn't care. I was getting ready to have a baby. At some point my husband came back and we made up. I told my husband I'd used a medical service.

Although I had no money for it and chose the "free option". Shortly before the birth, my lover found me. He was bored, and I think he was starting to guess that the baby might be his. He asked me the due date. I told him. And we agreed to just text each other.

The baby that was born looked so much like him that the photo couldn't be shown. I didn't want him to claim the baby. Soon enough, the baby developed allergies. And it was important for the diagnosis if the father had it.

I mysteriously mumbled in the correspondence "and how do you tolerate milk?" to which he replied that he did not. Of course, it was my fault for choosing a donor like that.

Since he was smart, after these questions, the lover started demanding a picture of the baby. I had to send it. I could have ended it, of course. But I wanted a second child. After the baby photo, he sent me a baby photo of himself. The resemblance is obvious.

I blocked him and left town. The baby's growing up, my husband and I are raising him. But how do you have a second child..

My 30 y.o. sister still lives with parents! She had a stable job only once, briefly after college. She’s a meth addict, so no one wants her for long. They had an agreement with the father that she’d be paying them rent because she doesn’t know when she can move out. I think she upheld the agreement for maybe 3-4 months while she had that job. Ever since then, I doubt she has contributed more than $10 to the monthly family budget. My parents are retired and aren’t rich, while I’ve made a career in banking, and at 29 I support my own family of four and also give my parents $600-700 a month. I never ask questions, I know that my money is spent on my parents AND my hideous sister… Last year we opened a joint account for my mom and dad, and I put there $4000 as a gift for their wedding anniversary and my father’s 65th birthday. I hoped they’d go somewhere, they weren’t able to travel ever since my sister returned from college and wreaked havoc in the neighborhood. I thought that in any case they’d be wise enough to spend the money on themselves: house repairs, health, anything. Now I accidentally find out my sister had access to their debit card and was using it freely. I knew something was amiss when I visited them last month! She was wearing new clothes and looked smug. I was stupid enough to think she finally found a job or perhaps met some sugar daddy to support her addiction. Then my father takes me aside and asks if he can borrow a certain sum of money. Turns out they’re so short on cash they can’t even afford a proper Christmas celebration this year. I was furious! When I knew they’d gotten only 1/5 of my last year’s gift for themselves and the rest trickled down to her “to pay for her debts”, I lost my temper. I told them I wouldn’t send them any more monthly checks while that monster lived in their house. I told her to get out. I know it’s not technically my house to say that, but what the heck! I’m not working my ass off to give my money to a thirty year-old addict! My mother burst into tears, and I left. It was two weeks ago. My wife fully supports me. But now, in hindsight, I feel awful. I have to be bad to my family right before the holidays… My sister texted me, calling me names. The ludicrous thing is that my mother probably thinks I’m wrong and ungrateful, while her poor sick daughter is nearby and is, of course, a darling. How’s that fair?

The last time I flew alone, I experienced a severe panic attack. It's frustrating because I have a strong desire to travel. However, my fear of flying is holding me back. To make matters worse, I suffer from claustrophobia and acrophobia. I also feel terrible when I'm not in control. Even the thought of flying sends me into a panic! This October, I plan to visit my father's side of the family. It's been over two decades since I last saw them and this this trip involves a 5-6 hour flight. How can I overcome this anxiety? I can't sleep normally bc of the though of the upcaming flight.

For the last 10 years, I've felt disabled. I have undergone spinal surgery and my disease is progressing. My life is divided into "before" and "after". "Before" was a very mobile life, I worked a lot, drove and was in business from morning to night. You bet!!! I was working 3 jobs, doing TV appearances, plus taking care of my elderly parents, and my baby. It all came to a head when my father's legs got worse and he "got sick". My mother got sick, and I worked for all the employees at work who also got sick. I started to feel dizzy and my leg started to fall off. I drove until the last minute because there was no one to bring food to the family. I drove through pain and cramps. Then a friend brought me to the hospital in his arms, because my legs had fallen off. I had 48 hours to save my legs, and they operated on my spine. Life had taught me a lesson. My friends brought me home from the hospital, because my boyfriend left me at once. I'm disabled. I was lying in a house where my father and mother and my child were sick. It took me a long time to learn to walk, and then I started to drive a car and got a job. And I'm too mobile again. I blame myself for my old way of life, because of which I endure severe pain and cramps in the evening. But I couldn't do it any other way. What do I do? I had to change somehow, because my illness is the result of overwork and not feeling sorry for myself. Now my parents are dead and the child is grown up. But my mobility is the same. And someday I'm gonna pay for it with my back.