I have a friend who has this weird habit of telling my stories like they happened to her. I've caught her doing it several times, including once when she told people about my car getting towed and repeated every detail.

I confronted her privately and she said I was being dramatic because nobody owns a story.

So I decided to test something. I told her I'd gone to a job interview on the wrong day, sat in reception for 20 minutes and only realized when the receptionist asked who I was waiting for.

None of it happened.

Last weekend we were at a friend's birthday dinner and there she goes, she told the exact story. Same receptionist, same embarrassing details, everything.

When she finished I asked which company she'd interviewed at. She stumbled over the answer, so I told everyone I'd made the entire thing up to see if she'd steal it.

Everyone laughed except her. She left shortly after and texted me saying I'd deliberately humiliated her.

She's right. That's exactly what I did, and I enjoyed it way more than I should have.

I 15M was having a cap attached to my tooth after a RCT and the dentist ofcourse had her fingers in my mouth as she grabbed my face to look if the cap fit, but as she looked into my mouth, I had nowhere to look other than her eyes so it was her finger in my mouth, her holding my face, out faces really close and me having nowhere else to look which got me hard. I think she noticed because I was wearing sweatpants 😔

My husband and I have been together for 15 years. He is very emotional, feels very deeply and loves loudly. I am the opposite, I tend to avoid feelings and am always “the fixer” looking to solve a problem.

A couple years ago his great aunt passed. When he was younger, they were very close. As he got older, he didnt see her as much. When she died, he was a mess. The days leading up to and on the day of her funeral, he snapped at me several times. Any time I tried to console him, he’d say “you don’t understand.” During the funeral, he loudly cried so much that people asked me if he was going to be okay, her own kids didn’t cry like that.

Recently we found out that our dog has cancer. Our dog is our baby, we have no human children and he is our world. I work in the veterinary field, so I immediately went into problem solver mode. Because he is our pet, I discussed several options with my husband, sometimes with follow up questions because I want to be cautious with my husband’s feelings. He keeps responding with “what a stupid question to ask me” or “how can you even ask that?” When I try to console him, he yet again says “you don’t understand” even though I’m 100% sure I understand, if not more than him.

I’m grieving too. I’m so sad. But I can’t even express it because I have to hold him together AND fix the problem because I work with animals. If I don’t fix the problem to his liking, he’s going to snap at me. He’s normally not like this, but his teenage like behavior is pissing me off and making me have resentment.

Throwaway. Not a single soul around me knows I did it

Me and my boyf were together 2 years. However in the last 8, he went back to his country and we did long distance. He gradually got more distant over the months but I assumed it was distant so I saved the money to go see him. I would excitedly tell him about how I'm waiting and I missed him so much.

For a month he warned me he had some exams and so he wouldnt reply to me much as he studied except that period passed and he was still replying slowly. I began to feel really depressed wondering if he found someone local to him. It was tricky to get hold of him and I got that sinking chest feeling... Obviously I had been neglected and ignored for months by him just apologising that he is too busy and mentally I began to feel I needed to just check out. But I just kept clinging on for lord knows what reason :/

Then I got it. The dreaded paragraph breakup. I cried and spammed calling him. I loved him so much. Why did he put me through so much pain of neglecting me and then my only time hearing from him was this message? He said he was sorry to let me down but the distance was just too much for him ( even though he was the one who insisted on it) :(( I felt like a wreck.

That same day, I had a flight to catch internationally for a team meeting. There would be other teams too. I was so close to pulling out but I had to go. I knew it would distract me.

I got friendly with a colleague not long back so had his contact. I texted him saying something had happened and I felt depressed. He offered to eat together that evening and so we did once I got on my way there.

Then I pleaded I didnt want to be alone and I was having a rough time, he offered me to sit with him in his room and he'll order us dessert.

I lay on his bed and he came and sat next to me. It gradually got later and we ate together and spoke and joked some. I started getting sleepy and I put my hand on his arm and asked if I could stay. He initially looked kind of worried asking if I was sure about asking that but I said its fine and he doesnt want me there then no worries. He said its fine and I can sleep on the other side of the bed.

I made a move and put my arm on him while he faced the other way. He doesnt do anything. Then, suddenly he turns around and pulls me to him. And he cuddled me. I felt so warm and good. It was nice feeling seen. At that point it had been so long.

After a while I turned and I pressed up on him. I wont give details but I ended up going down and we did things that night. I didnt once think of my ex. When I woke up, I actually felt less sad. It was a good distraction for me. We had a casual thing since then for a while after.

It helped me forget my sadness. I dont regret it one bit

My boyfriend said my body count of 2 is too high for him since his is only 1 ( random girl), but has been intimate with others too. I’m 20 and mine are from my two exes and the second cheated on me. he’s 19. We’re already one year in. We love each other a lot, our moms know, we’ve been around family together. Gone on trips, but he’s having a hard time accepting it. I’m confused, we’re already on a break right now that I initiated because he wasn’t giving me time at all. We’re doing long distance, & studying medicine so it’s already stressful.

And they treat you like you’re the ugly one. I saw this guy earlier in the year and he would call me, text me a lot etc etc. He told me my Instagram pictures looked creepy. Meanwhile he’s overweight and the only experience he’s had with a woman is a sugar mommy. It still pisses me off I gave that ugly guy a chance earlier in the year. He couldn’t even have a nice personality. I’m done giving ugly guys a chance and wasting my time getting traumatized.

How are you guys towards dark humor?

My best friend died of cancer. I was very sad obviously. I visited his dad regulalrly. He was also dying. He said to me one day I will see my son again. I said wow... that sounds wonderful. I wish I believed the same. He said dont you think youll ever see him again?

I said no. Sadly not. He asked why. I said why would I see him again? Im not going to hell....

Oh my god he laughed his ass off. He was like finally someone who has balls, everybody tells me he is an angel and shit like that. I laughed. He said thank you... and then called me a dick. It was our last moment together.

One of the most personal moments in my life and I treasure it. I was a dick I know. I was a dick because I didnt know how I could say I miss him. And he knew that too.

Edir: just sharing because im emotional. You dont hsve to love it. You csn say im a dick. Dont care.. just sharing.

23F working a manufacturing job. I lie to people and tell them I work in a supply chain management office job haha, when in reality i operate the machines. that’s all. I have a degree but am underemployed, so I feel embarrassed about that. but everything else is too high stress for me it seems

started having heart issues at my corporate job and quit due to the stress

Just want to put this up first - I live in a place where there are 90% Europeans and the primary language is French. I didn’t have any direct racist encounters with people so far.

Having said that, whenever I open Facebook or other platforms, I see this widespread and unnecessary trolling of Indians. People are doing it for fun too when they see Indians on the street.

Look, I’m not denying the fact that there are safety, hygiene issues in India, the lack of awareness some Indians have on how to behave when they immigrate to other countries etc. But still, not every place in India is like that or not everyone who immigrates to other countries are like that. The pointing fingers at us for everything, the constant mocking and looking at us differently is really saddening.

I’m also sick and tired of white people going to India on a budget where they can’t or don’t want to spend money and stay or eat at cheap places. Obviously the quality is going to be poor when you don’t want to take money out of your pocket, anywhere in the world. This is only fuelling more hate and mockery.

I recently began to realize that this is affecting me indirectly in unknown ways.

My confidence and self esteem have gone down significantly. I feel inferior at work (also due to the fact that I’m the only brown person there). I don’t like to hang out with Indians on the road, thinking how people might look at us. I’m afraid of bringing my parents here someday and show them around because they cannot speak English or French, and people would complain about them saying ‘we’re letting in people who don’t understand English’.

I can’t even imagine dating someone here. I constantly think how women would perceive me when they look at my dating profile, or even when they come across me on the street. Would they look at me as some kind of pervert? Idk.

I want to have a good life, just like every other immigrant who immigrates. I’ve followed the rules, been a kind person, did nothing wrong or illegal in my 5 years of stay here.
But I feel like I’ve been fighting for validation and acceptance every single day, worrying about everything. And I’m not sure if this is the life I would want to live down the road.

Having spent enough time here, I’m used to the way of life here and can’t just go back leaving everything. Home doesn’t feel ‘home’ anymore. And I’m neither here nor there.

Well, she did it, she finally overplayed her hand and it’s forced my friend to break up with her. She has spent the last 4 years manipulating, and trying to isolate him, but she miscalculated, and now she’s being sent a restraining order.

She’s done it all, love bombed, threw herself at him, show up randomly at outings she wasn’t invited to, tracked his phone, harassed his family, made up criminal activities, keyed his car, claimed self harm, and break into his place.

Oh don’t worry, my friend is a complete idiot. We told him this since the first break up, and warned him about all of this, yet he kept trying because he’s a big advocate for mental health and second chances. However, we’re stuck because she’s also trying to isolate him. If we suddenly back off, she wins. Reminder all of this is over the course of 4 years, and not one single short period, so it’s hard to see it if you’re the victim. So, this dance continued.

Well, this latest argument lead to her throwing another batch of spaghetti to the wall to see what would stick, and this time it was blaming another friend of assaulting her at a party. Issue is this was 4 years ago, she never once mentioned it, there are two dozen witnesses to corroborate they were never alone together, and she claimed she’d only tell the cops if my friend dumps her. So, another form of manipulation. She’s done this before.

This friend was the worst person to do this to. He’s got the resources to come after her legally. Lawyers have already been dispatched, and consequences are already being laid out. This blunder of hers was miscalculated, because instead of isolating him, it woke him up. He’s now done. He’s not risking his friends for this.

She has since threatened her life twice, had cops called on her twice for wellness checks, shown up at his place numerous times, sent him expensive gifts, and threatened their dog.

The cherry on top for me is she’s been since relived of her duties from her very well paying job. Why you ask? Well, someone reported her to HR for racist comments. Good! She shouldn’t be in the field she’s in. People depend on her, kids depend on her, she’s not fit for the role. I know for a fact she made a threat on a newborn.

She tried to stop him from going on a boys trip by showing up the day before to seduce him. He threatened to call the cops, so she left. Restraining order will be filed this week.

Well, it took us 4 years to get here, but we are here. Is he the brightest? No, but I’m not letting this demon dim him further.

Bye bye devil!

18f. I’m a cisgender woman and I love the good sides of being a woman and presenting as female in society, but if there was a magic spell that could turn me into a cisgender man I would take it because I have always wanted to be a CIS man.

I also have autoandrophilia and fetishise the thought of myself as male. I would like getting called by male pronouns during sex because it’s a fetish to me. I thought I was transgender when I was 14-18 and I have recently detransitioned, because I thought I was born in the wrong body, but I don’t experience gender dysphoria to an unbearable extent. I do experience what some may think is ‘gender euphoria‘ sometimes when I dress in male clothes and see myself as male buts it’s all just a fetish and that ‘euphoria’ is just sexual arousal. But I hate when people find out I’m not always conforming to the female gender o algo and they try to convince me i’m actually a transgender man. I’m just glad I realised I wasn’t trans before I started taking test or have medical intervention.

Judging from my username I will expect some to assume this is anti trans propaganda, and it is not. I have met trans people who experience gender dysphoria and have transitioned and I support that because they did what’s best for them because living with gender dysphoria sounds horrible.

We broke up officially. It’s still too early to talk divorce. She said she hope we heal and find each other again and that she doesn’t want to lose me as a friend. It hurts so much that I’m losing myself as a person.

I just want to fuse with my bed and rot. She’s trying to stay positive and shit. And it hurts like hell. She said she still love me but love is not enough when you’re hurting each other. I get it. I knew this was coming but it fucking hurt so much. I know her last straw is when she overheard me complaining about her to a friend that I couldn’t get how she’s asexual and she fucks around on her dates. And that I didn’t even want to be in an open relationship.

I know it was rude how I said it. I was frustrated and to be honest I still don’t understand.

She doesn’t understand that I wanted to have a family with her. I guess to settle down and buy a house.

I don’t get that she how needs to explore who she is as a woman. I just can’t see myself in her dream world. And I guess she can’t see herself in my dream world too.

I think that’s what hurts the most is that we still care for each and I have feelings for each other and it’s just not working. Ten years together down the drain.

This definitely doesn’t help my trust issues and I hate it proves me right.

I found a psychiatrist and I’m meeting her next week. Hopefully it will go well. But in all the cases, it will be okay, I always manage to survive.

Thanks for everyone who commented on my last post. Your comments helped me feel less crazy. And sorry if my post is all over the place, I still got a lot on my mind.

Today I have been about five ish days without nicotine. It’s been very hard. I feel super emotional. And my support system doesn’t really seem to care. This has been as hard or harder than quitting meth. I just want some recognition because I feel like I’m dying :( vaped for four years, smoked for 10+.

This “huge” accomplishment doesn’t even feel big.

I posted a few days ago that my ex gf killed herself. Her discord profile picture keeps changing and even though im blocked it still updates it for me so im going to guess shes alive and just mentally torturing me within an inch of my life.

Hi

This is not my first time posting here

I have posted two times already explaining that I have multiple mental disorders and how I think about suicide a lot

Now I just want a hug

I want to cry

I am not holding up well

I am really scared

Thanks for anyone reading this post

This is gonna make me sound like a horrible child, but I've been trying to get my step mom to divorce my dad for almost two years now.

I'm 23, I don't live with them, but I'm pretty close to my dad. He's my best friend and he's been through a lot in life. Ex-addict, mentally ill, rough childhood. He's not really a dad to me anymore, more like a best friend. We call all the time because we live in different states.

Anyway, I know my dad better than anyone. Which means I also know my dad isn't the best guy. He's selfish. He's mean. Lazy. Thinks the world owes him something because his life was shitty and thinks he deserves a pat on the back for doing the bare minimum.

And he's a terrible husband to my wonderful step-mom. She always debates on leaving him. We talk for hours about how she's unhappy with him. About how she's basically doing it all alone anyway. I've pointed out to her multiple times that he's not gonna change these behaviors, especially since it's been ten years of them being married and he's never bothered to when she's brought it all up in the past.

I've been trying for two years to make her see her worth and get her to leave him even though I know that will kill my dad. It's conflicting for me. If they divorce, my dad will either go back to drugs (which will kill him) or he'd start drinking heavily again (which will also kill him). But at the same time, I don't have the heart to watch this wonderful woman get drained by him.

I thought she was finally gonna do it but then she backed out again. I guess I just had to confess that I want them to get a divorce.

Long post because it’s five years’ worth of feelings put into one. English isn’t my first language, so please excuse my writing style

I (25F) have been in an on-and-off situation with L (25M) for almost five years. We met at 20 when we were both broke and in shammy apartments opposite each other. It is worth noting he’s extremely attractive, charming, and someone who has always had his choice of women while I am your average nancy which is why his friends were never interested in being friends with me even tho they haven't said it out loud.

He had a terrible childhood, being forced to raise his five siblings while dealing with an abusive, drug-addicted mother who he had to drag to the hospital half alive from the house by foot. Despite everything, he grew into someone kind, reliable, and always willing to help others. An full out extrovert who always helps others and lights up the room.

We started as FWB because he didn’t want anything serious. I was also looking for a stress relief dealing with a degree that that was far too advanced and racism of being in a new country. He was strict bout not wanting anything but I eventually fell in love with him because he was the only friend I had and could confide in and confessed. He was shocked and left after saying he didn't know what to think, only to overhear the next at a party his friends mocking me for thinking an Indian girl like me could ever have a serious relationship with him. He laughed awkwardly instead of defending me saying "Don't say that". I was devastated and embarassed and went no-contact, even abandoning an internship opportunity that would have put me years ahead of peers because I couldn’t handle the heartbreak and went back to my country after the semester ended. I was an introvert with no friends in a new country where I didn't speak the language and I couldn't confide in anybody, losing my only friend. I couldn't talk to my parents as they had forbade me for even thinking about boys as arranged marriage in normal in my culture.

We reconnected after a fight about what happened. He said that I only heard half of it and he had berated them after I left after realising it was wrong and is no longer friends with him. I don't have any way to confirm this but he is not the type to lie. After this I slept with him like a fool and continued our situation, despite him knowing I loved him. This went on for years.

I finally built a average life for myself and to get just here, I endured racism, sexism and multiple situations. My parents were asking me bout marriage and that's when I thought we should end it. Because a relationship like this is going nowhere.

Unexpectedly, L panicked and said he wanted to try a relationship and was wondering for a long time how to say it because he had never done it. I agreed because I didn't want to feel unfulfilled and thinking what ifs after 5 years. I didn't think it would go great considering all we did for the past 5 years was fight and break up.

But For the first time, I felt like a little kid experiencing love. We were happy, mature, and slowly becoming serious. He opened up about his trauma and explained why commitment had always been difficult for him. I don't how someone who had went thru some much could still survive. I know i couldn't. I genuinely thought we might have a future together.

Then a woman he had slept with six months earlier showed up pregnant with his child. The pregnancy was confirmed, and she decided to keep the baby. L never wanted children and was dead set against them which is one of the reasons he said we would never work out. He was devastated. He used condoms and pulled out. She was on birth control and he was saving up for a vasectomy.

This woman had been close with him for years in the friend group I was always outside of. She has always been racist and cruel towards me, making comments about my appearance and mocking me for sleeping with someone so attractive while I was average. Me confessing turned into a inside joke in his friend group because of her tho it stopped after he found out about it.

Now she wants to move into our apartment while I’m away on a research trip somewhere without cell service because it's free and she can no longer afford her apartment. I am not comfortable with it. This whole situation happened because we broke up one night as fwb again and I decided to go on a research study. It was a drunken mistake that he regretted that after waking up from it he immediately ran to my apartment to tell me and apologise. We were never monogamous and I had also gone on dates but it still hurt. I ended up not going again and went back to my home country.

L initially refused to the move in because of not only me, he was also not comfortable with it but he is a natural giver so he would have given in to her but she told everyone I was responsible for the decision. His friends, His aunt (Who has been the only good presence in his life and is raising his siblings so he can be a firefighter) , her family including her brothers MIL and even his pastor started berating me. He stood by his decision, but I’m exhausted from constantly being made the villain.

The situation made me reconsider everything. Why am I fighting for a man who didn’t defend me against racism, kept me in a situationship for five years despite knowing my feelings, and slept with someone else after an argument? I know I am at fault for multiple things also. We were never officially exclusive, and I had also slept with someone else after the hurt , but I can’t ignore how this relationship has affected me.

I don’t want to become a stepmother to a child I’m not ready for, I especially don't want to become a stepmother before I am a mother especially while dealing with a woman who has treated me horribly. I don’t want to watch them celebrate milestones and raise their child together while wondering where I fit into their lives. I don't want to be the villian who will always be painted as the obstacle that stopped them from being together. He says he want kids with me but it's obvious that he doesn't and he is saying that to keep me in the relationship. This situation traumatized him.

I want peace, a loving relationship, and friends who respect me. I’ve worked too hard to sacrifice my future for something that no longer feels right. I had gone out with a colleague for drinks as friends and it was easy. He is interested in me as he had asked me out before and with me on the stud. I wanted to pursue it but couldn't because what about him

Despite everything, I recently accompanied the woman to an appointment after a emergency scare and bought her baby supplies. She kept on making comments and kept picking out "Family items" but I don't care. I paid for all of it. L was struggling financially because of the pregnancy and school. I don’t know why I did it, perhaps out of guilt.

Last week, I told L I was leaving. We cried, argued, and revisited five years of hurt. He begged me to stay, and I almost gave in. But I remembered abandoning opportunities that happened from hurt because of him, and I refuse to keep losing pieces of myself. I told him that I will always be his best friend and I will be there to support him emotionally after I come back. I plan to go no contact. I’ve moved in with a colleague and will be leaving tomorrow for my study. We’re still texting as friends, but I know he assumes I’ll eventually return, as I always have. But I have never determined as now to never return.

I’m planning to go no-contact when I return, although my colleague thinks I should wait until six months after the baby is born because L will need support. I feel awful because I know he’s struggling, and I genuinely care about him. But I don’t want to see him, his friends, the woman, or the baby. I want to leave this entire chapter behind.

So for context, I’m unfortunately in a profession where every once in a while I have to see my ex and work with him. For anonymity reasons I will not be disclosing my career. During our relationship and outside of it we have worked for each other’s companies freelance and we also work events together. This is very important. We broke up not even two months ago, but I’d already deduced he was dating a new woman as:

1. In the last few weeks of our relationship he was texting a woman who had offered to photograph his event, despite not being a photographer and constantly messaged him. When I pointed out this was odd, he called me jealous and crazy. After we broke up he promoted his event with a picture of himself cooking dinner for someone with red nails in the corner. She then attended the event with him where I was present and made the room stink of the exact same nail polish colour. Fun.
2. The break up was extremely abrupt and was done immediately after a work trip away with which he went missing for two 12 hour stints entirely. When we broke up he gave me the reasons of “needing to be single”, that I used to be the “only girl he saw”, but I’m “not the only girl in the world anymore”.

So, last weekend I was contracted to work with my ex for another events company, and in he strolls with the same girl he was talking to behind my back during our relationship, in the exact the same line of work.

I do my job, go home and tell my friends. I wake up to a call from my friend also in the same line of work as me. As fate would have it, she tells me our mutual friend knows the ex boyfriend of the new girlfriend. She then tells me something which I can only describe as bringing a grinch like smile to my face.

The new girlfriend had booty called her ex boyfriend a week prior, even though he is taken, to hook up in a failed cheating attempt. He does not know. Her ex and him also share the exact same name. She has cheated on every single boyfriend she’s had, including taking the last one she cheated with to Paris whilst leaving her boyfriend at home.

Now, I am the bigger person here and I was debating whether I should make him privy to this information. I was supposed to work his event that night. This man has undercut me for the previous event I worked for his company, so I texted him regarding my fee for the night. What unfolded was a long text thread of manipulation and attempted financial coercion, where he refused to agree a pay rate for me. I explained that this was my only job and I need to be able to pay rent. He said I could invoice but that it may not be paid, and attempted to say I’d previously agreed to work for free when it was booked in when I hadn’t. Additionally, in what world would I give my labour to his company for free for his monetary gain with the blatant disrespect he had shown?

On top of this, he told me I could “spin my web how I wanted to” and that he had “a million things to do” and didn’t have time to be talking about my fee. He also said I wasn’t the only person that would be going unpaid. So naturally, I didn’t show up, and this piece of information has not reached him.

Now do I feel slightly guilty that I know this information and he doesn’t? Absolutely, I’d be lying if I didn’t, I’m a decent person. I won’t be the one to tell him though, it’s also not like he’d even believe me. Since the industry I work in is very close knit, he’ll most likely find out soon enough anyway. I’ll just let karma do her thing in the meantime.

EDIT: Would like to once again clarify even though I thought I made it clear in this post that I will not be saying anything and do not plan to lol. I’m happy and thriving in my career but I made these commitments whilst in a relationship with him and as a professional/someone that likes to put food on the table I do have to work the events I agreed to. I only have one more I previously committed to before I can now reject any possible new ones that come through involving him.

I didn’t make this post for advice I just wanted to share a funny story about karma and ease my guilt of knowing this information, it’s not my place and I frankly don’t care especially after the way he’s treated me… good riddance to him. 💅

when I was 5, my father passed away.

my mother remarried when I was 7, so I could have a father figure growing up, however my stepdad lied to her about moving in and ended up living overseas until I was 15 when he finally moved in.

In that time, my mother has always raised me as a single parent. she was never abusive, cooked and cleaned and attended all my school events, encouraged me and most importantly, constantly reassured me that she loved me most in the world, and if my stepdad ever laid a hand on me, she'd divorce him immediately.

when my stepdad moved in, the adjustment was a nightmare. I always hated him. He was a tough, serious, and hard man who expected nothing less from me than being the best at everything, particularly my grades. basicaally the opposite of my mother who was supportive no matter what.

I guess thats what made the adjustment hard. He said that im HIS daughter and he considers me his biological daughter (he has no kids) and thats why he expects what he expects from me.

in return, I was expected to obey him, not talk back, do everything he wanted me to do. Once I didn't get the best grade in math and he forced me to pull 3 all nighters studying just math, while he sat on my bed and watched me the whole night to make sure I didn't sleep.

if I talked back, all hell would break loose. I complained to my mother all the time and she never took me seriously. instead she got so giddy and excited around him like a teen girl, almost like she was blinded by love. and when she was gone, he'd force me to sit in front of him for hours, not allowed to leave as he interrogated me difficult questions like "what is your perception of human kind" or "who's a better dad, me or ur bio dad?"

when I was 16, the big fights started. whenever he felt his authority wasn't taken seriously, he'd explode on me. He's said things like "You ruined my happy marriage and a chance to live a normal life or "you're a devil. may god curse you". He'd push me around and if I tried to walk away he'd drag me back or push me to the floor. once, he choked me, which was the worst one.

every single time, my mom would watch. and she wouldn't do anything. she never defended me, even when I begged her to defend me in front of him she'd just sit frozen and not say anything.

since then, I felt like my love for her died. or at least my respect. I stopped talking to her, stopped eating with her, and stopped going out with her. our relationship was never the same.

I guess she started to grow resentment too, as everytime she saw me, she would criticise me or say something negative, telling me how I wasn't good enough, or I didn't do anything right. she never spoke to me like that before.

when my stepdad wasn't home, she was angry, depressed and never cooked. but when he came home, she was bright, cheerful, talkative and made her best meals. it hurt me. It sounds bad, but I hated seeing her with him like that, and flip a switch with me.

it was like this for a year. but today I finally broke. as soon as she came home, she caught me sitting on the couch on my phone. she started yelling on how fucking relaxed I look and how im never gonna get good in my final exams, and how she doubted id even pass. she's been saying these things everyday for the past month, and I ended up replying that I dont give a fuck, and I cant wait for the day she dies so I can finally live in peace. she was shocked, and didn't say anything and left. since then she's been completely shut off. we dont speak, im uncomfortable as fuck in the house and I try to leave whenever I can. I started smoking this year thinking id get a little bit of peace but now I have to smoke at least 5-10 cigs a day. Im not sure if im just a brat like they say I am, or they're really as unlikeable and insufferable as I think they are.

anyway, apologies for the long post.

I am a very skinny girl around 88 pounds and i am 5’3 my type in guys is usally very chubby guys. I think theyre just so cute and pretty and just cant stop fantasizing about their bellies, i see fatness as a form of beauty and i especially like slightly feminine looking chubby guys. And i am honestly very fascinated with them, to the point where i just need to tell someone about this obsession or hyperfixation i have with them, i dont wanna seem weird but theyre absolutely beautiful to me, and most chubby boys dont see that in themselves, i wish they would

I had to take my beloved cat of 12 years to the emergency vet today. Her behavior was off, she didn’t use her litter box for over a day. I just had a gut feeling something was wrong.

Unfortunately, something was wrong. She had crystals, blood, and bacteria in her urine. The vet gave her some treatment, sedative and pain relief, and sent her home with me with medications to give her.

I know older cats can have kidney-related issues, but this just hurt me so deeply. My cat is an emotional support animal, prescribed and all back in the day. She still is.

I called my mom and she told me it was my fault because my apartment is “dirty”. But keep in mind, my mom has diagnosed OCD and cleans obsessively. Everything has to be pristine 100% of the time or she freaks out.

Now I’m not gonna say I have a perfectly clean home, but I try my best, and no one else has ever told me they thought it was gross or gave any nonverbal cues of disgust.

I can’t get the thought out of my head of my precious cat being sick and it being my fault. I would never hurt her. I’ve always done everything I could to take good care of her. She eats the more expensive supposedly healthier cat food, she has a clean cat water fountain to drink out of, I clean her litter box every day.

I do my best for her and she means so much to me and to be angrily told it’s all my fault that she’s sick just gutted me.

When I was 18 years old, I was flying home from Chicago to Juneau on Alaska Airlines. I was at the Seattle airport waiting for my connecting flight when I saw a man I swear was my father.

I hadn't seen my dad in three or four years, but I knew what I was seeing. I was looking right at him.

I found a payphone and called my mother.

"Mom, I see Dad. He's right here. I'm looking right at him."

She kept telling me, "No, it's not him. No, it's not him."

But I swear it was him.

I got on my connecting flight and flew home to Juneau. When we landed, I waited for the man to get off the plane. He did. I wanted to catch up with him and show my mother that I'd been right, but before I could find her and show her the man, he was gone.

When we got back to my mother's house, she went into her bedroom. She came back out carrying a letter.

She didn't say a word. She just handed it to me.

I opened it and read it. It was my father's death certificate.

That was how I found out my dad was dead.

I stood up and walked out. I didn't say anything to her. I didn't speak to my mother again for probably five years.

I'm not sure I can explain what happened that day in Seattle. I know what I saw, and I know what happened when I got home.

I'm much older now, and I still swear that man was my dad.

I don't know who else to tell this to, but I've never forgotten that day.

Hey,
gonna make this as short as possible.
I‘m currently working a part time job. At the beginning of the year I was a video editor for a pretty big content creator on YouTube. We part ways after a few months. Since then, I‘ve been sending countless mails to countless people.

A musician replied a few weeks ago. He just started streaming and is looking for someone to edit videos for a new highlight channel. So I was there at the right time. I‘ve been editing 4 videos. Since it’s a new channel, I won’t get paid until the channel actually starts generating money. I’m fine with that. I think it has potential, so I agreed.

He started a tour at the beginning of the month. He invited me to a show nearby as a thank you for me doing it for free for now. This was a day I won’t ever forget in my life. I went backstage, spent hours talking to him (I‘m listening to his music since 2019), eating with him and watching the show for free. He thanked me countless times and officially welcomed me to his team. This experience was so unbelievably Special to me. I‘m still trying to process everything, even tho it’s already almost 2 weeks since it happened. I feel like this was a peak inside the world I want to live in. I really hope I can continue working with him for a long time.

Yeah.. just wanted to get it out there.

I'm usually the type of person that doesn't care much about preferences. As in, I might have a preference for personality, but I dont stick to them at all. I don't expect to know what I want and I've dated all sorts of people. Problematic people. And no, my preferences aren't tied to height or financies.

For once I ended up finding someone who is exactly what I want preference wise. Interests and personality wise. And it feels wierd. Its nice. He has an actual interest in me, and is a bit of a soft dom. Hes not trying to breakdown my boundaries. He leaves enough freedom for me to show myself to him. For the first time in a decade I feel safe in someone else's hands. ​For the first time in a decade someone isn't immediately relegating me to the role of the dominating guy.

Hes not challenging me on everything but doesn't mind explaining why he might not agree with me on things. He won me over when I explained why I avoided saphic media. (From my perspective as a guy, I want to respect places for women. Who am I to be anywhere newr that.) He explained his perspective without being offended and I changed my mind on it. Immediate respect from me.

I'm just a bit worried maybe I'm not doing enough for him so tomorrow I'm gonna ask about it. Maybe there's a bit more I can do that he would like.

It's a private account, with zero followers - I essentially treat it as a digital journal so it's completely inaccessible. For the past year my partner has put me through the ringer. I caught him lying to me, treating me poorly when he's upset (yelling, silent treatments, insulting me, shoving me, etc.) along with some other nonsense. Frankly I'm at my wits end, but it's that weird grey area where he's actively making progress and trying to fix things but I'm burnt out and feeling myself growing resentful. My therapist suggested I journal to get those initial feelings off my chest, and then communicate with him once I've cooled off, processed and have a much clearer presentation of my feelings. I have issues with privacy and my things being snooped through, and the last thing I'd want is for him to see my deepest, meanest inner thoughts, so I started the account. It's been incredibly helpful, but part of me feels awful for even feeling the way I do sometimes.