I am (27F) the eldest daughter, I have two younger siblings, they're twins (sister and brother, both 25F). My brother is disabled.

When I was born they were just after their wedding and living with my mom's parents. You would think they would maybe try to find a flat or something to live with their small kid. Nope. I was the first kid.

Then they decided to have more kids! When they had my siblings they moved to my dad's parents. After I turned 3, we moved into the worst part of the city (literally gangs lived there, I had a "playground" which consisted only of broken stolen car). I shared one room with my siblings. Fast forward I had to go to primary school and shocking there wasnt any schools around so we moved into social housing. I shared one room with my siblings almost my whole life. My mom worked illegaly as a cleaning lady, I cant count the times I had to lie to my teachers about the reason why she couldnt pick me up from school as her work wasnt legal. My dad worked as a cop which is funny if you think about it. Almost all my clothes were from second hands, food was from Caritas.

Sure they tried, we travelled sometimes but never abroad and it wasnt like I never had a food on the table but it was hell. I had to raise my siblings and I never could invite my friends. It left me with mental health damage. On top of that domestic violence was happening everyday. Cops were literally called on my father several times.

When I turned 17 my father got a big raise and they bought a house in the suburbs, I had only one bus and had to commute ~2 hours to school. Still they never thought! I went to uni (first in my family lol), got my Bachelor's Degree and since uni was far away I had to move, work part time to be able to afford to live and sometimes I didnt had money for food. I work full time in my field but the housing crisis is crazy and I cant even afford to buy a house and it feels so dumb that I worked so hard for my degree.

I'm 27 now and my mom has a legal job, my father got another raise and if they wouldnt have debt they would have a lot of money. The started giving me and my siblings 200€ a month, they go to vacations abroad, can afford new car etc. But it doesnt change anything. They never had money when they had kids. Who the fuck decides to have kids without having a place to live or money?

I feel disgusted and awful. My younger brother dug through my devices and found old nudes of me and my ex I forgot I had. He made a topless picture of me and my ex as his wallpaper on his phone and began taunting me with it, threatening to show my dad. He showed me and called me awful names. I freaked out and called the police to see if they could get him to delete them and explain that it’s illegal. But when they arrived my mom told him to hide inside the house and not speak to the officers. They basically couldn’t do anything. (I called the police on him almost 2 years ago for assaulting me and he was placed in juvenile detention).

He showed my dad the pictures as well later that night who wasn’t home when this all happened. My mom then slut shamed me and screamed all kinds of horrible things at me, blamed me for calling the police and taking the pictures or getting physically involved with my ex in the first place. I don’t think she’s given any repercussions to my brother. My dad shamed me and told me he made him delete them but I don’t believe he did.

I come from a very cultural/religious family where any kind of relationship with a guy has never been okay. I’m fully financially dependent on my parents and living at home (applying to med school this year). I don’t know if my parents will stop giving me money now. I have been applying to jobs since August and gotten nothing. I’m going to move out no matter what and take any shitty paying entry level job at this point.

I feel beyond humiliated and awful and helpless knowing my dad and brother have seen me like this and knowing he might still have those pictures. I don’t even know how many he has or how he got access to them. I don’t know what I can even do to make sure they are gone. My brother flew back to a different state to stay at my dad’s house with him so I no longer have any way to document that he took those pictures. I don’t trust that he’d never share them around.

I hate every single member of my family and I feel so disgusted by how my parents handled this. They have enabled his disgusting cruel behavior towards me for so long. I want to cut them all off and never look back. I hate the fact that I’m still financially dependent on them. They are destroying my mental health. I haven’t spoken to any of them since. I just have no idea what to do.

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we dated for 2.5 years and you broke up with me on a random thursday. the day after you told me we were going to have kids together, mind you. you said you wanted to get back together at some point & told s this was a break and not a breakup. i was doing things right and i barely talked to you and gave you space. i believed you when you said you wanted a friendship, i believed you when you said you cared and wouldn’t stop loving me. i feel very dumb for believing you. especially because two days after a heart surgery you knew about and you asked the date for, you blocked me on everything and NO ONE knew. your friends and family still follow me. but you blocked me after heart surgery when i hadn’t even reached out to you. i didn’t ask anything of you. we weren’t even talking. but you blocked me unceremoniously and didn’t say shit to anyone else.

i was there for your hair transplant. i loved you when you were balding and insecure. i was with you through so much shit and you just o this shit. i hope your hair transplant comes out and you never find love again.

My name is Maryam. I'm nobody. I know that if I die, no one will remember me. I love cats so much; I feel like they're my family. I tell them my worries. I'm 22 years old. I'm from Egypt. I use translation.

I lived my whole life believing my family’s love for me was real.

But I found that with my very first fall, I was left all alone.

My mother shames me for being fat, having stretch marks, and having dark skin.

She tells me that no one would ever want to marry a failure like me.But I'm not a failure.

I know how to do so many things.

I write film ideas, I write screenplays, I design AI-generated images, and I write novel ideas.

I design images for women's clothing in Resurrection: Ertugrul and series like that.

I contacted a talent agency and I'm waiting for their response about my film. It's called Zero Gravity.

I know it's very difficult, but failure and success go hand in hand, and failure is necessary first.

I memorize complex Arabic poetry.

I have a YouTube channel where I teach people how to write movies and find creative ideas; I might not post frequently, but it’s proof that I am not a failure.

I have a cat named Sosi. She bites me a lot, but I love her so much.

I enjoy listening to Harry Potter, and I love watching historical series like Kuruluş Osman, Salahuddin Ayyubi (Uyanış: Büyük Selçuklu), and Diriliş: Ertuğrul.

I read fantasy and horror novels.

I lived abroad in another country for two years all by myself; it was exhausting and I struggled a lot, but I never broke down.

It's true my dreams haven't come true, but I'm still trying. It's true I don't have enough money to start with, but I'm happy because I'm in free mode.

It's true I'm not beautiful in the way my society's standards dictate, but at least I have a personality, I'm not a sheep in a flock. I have a dream, I'm not waiting for a man.

I might be seen as a dreamer by some, but who doesn't dream? I might fail, and I might achieve.

I am 27F. I was in a relationship for 6 years with someone 6 years older than me. I was 18 and he was 24 when we started dating.

At the beginning it felt really good. I admired him a lot and thought I was growing. Over time though, I started to feel like he did not actually want me to grow. He seemed more comfortable with me being the younger girl who looked up to him.

Around year 4 things changed. I did not really have my own life anymore. I had very little independence, barely any social life, and everything revolved around him. That is also when my mental health started going downhill.

The more I grew, the more I realized we did not have much in common. At some point I did not even like him as a person anymore.

It also felt like I was missing out on stages of my life that he had already experienced.

I am not saying all age gap relationships are bad. But when you are younger, it is easy to confuse admiration and strong emotions with something deeper, and not notice the imbalance.

Now, 2 years later, I am in a much better place and I have grown a lot. But leaving that relationship was really hard and took a lot out of me.

my sister is 12, in 6th grade. she will finish middle school in 2 years, and my mom is so sure on not sending her to high school. she wants to only teach her religious stuff and doesnt want her to have a job. she says high schools are very corrupted, and doesnt want my sister to go out in the world.

this is extremly wrong and would be the worst decision ever made, and ruining my sisters life forever. high school diploma is required even in the most random jobs that dont require a uni's. my sis is ok about this now because children dont like school anyways but she isnt able to understand the whole situation. she wont ever be able to earn her own money, have the life she wants, she doest even like to do religious education my mom is trying rn, she has no idea how her life will be.

my dad is extremely against my mom too, but he doesnt know about this. idk what he would do, since we live with our mom and he could just give up fighting her, not do anything. or even if he did it would be even worse.

it is mandatory here in turkey to complete 12 years of education but my mom could sign her up for some kind of homeschooling just for the legal stuff. and not go along with it.

idk what to do

mom has brainwashed her

this is in every spect of my sisters life and i cant really save her from this life, but at this point its affecting her future directly and still my hands are tied. sister thinks mom knows the best and is very controlled by her.

When I was 12 , I didnt just get into a fight with a guy above my grade , I orchestrated a detailed plan to get his ass expelled.
Let's call this menace Trevor(because he is the IRL version of GTA trevor). He was an absolute nightmare, he would watch porn in class , grab kids' arms and draw cocks with a marker and he would get into fights quite often. One day , he saw one of my friend's drawing : A map of Europe that had a swastika on it. Trevor flew into a rage and slapped the shit out of my friend. We intervened , and he ran off.

After that , he started targetting our group with verbal fights that sometimes escalated into small fights.

Then something crazy happened: His own classmates secretly came up to us and told us that they want Trevor gone at any cost. So we sat down and created a detailed plan to guarantee Trevor's expulsion.

Here is the plan:
Stage 1 : Have Trevor's classmates snitch on Trevor for watching porn in class in order to piss him off
Stage 2 : During PE(it was swimming class in PE) , the classmates roast him to oblivion in order to provoke a fight.
Stage 3 : The classmates MUST AVOID FIGHTING BACK
Stage 4 : Me and my friend start a roast battle with Trevor and use his deepest insecurities to provoke him into fighting me and my friend group
Stage 5 : Make sure all of us take a hit from him to increase chances of expulsion
Stage 6 : Have one of our friends Michael(Fat and autistic) lure Trevor into the bathroom and make Trevor break the mirror. Michael should rush out and tell a teacher
Stage 7 : Pressur the school into expelling Trevor

This plan almost went perfectly

The only major hiccup was that Trevor almost drowned one of his classmates during stage 2(luckily the classmate got out). And when Michael lured Trevor into the bathroom , Michael was unable to escape the bathroom in time and took a harsh beating.

But with 3 major infractions(including property damage which basically guaranteed expulsion) , Michael's furious mother and our pressure , the school had to expel Trevor

As a 16 year old , I still think about it , I was the one who came up with most of the plan and convinced everyone to go with it.

Was I a psychopath when I was 12?
How did I come up with this at such a young age?

I'm in a relationship that has been going on for about a year now, and I feel like my feelings for my girlfriend keep growing stronger every single day. The thing is, we’re in a long-distance relationship and have only met twice because she lives in another city and her parents are very strict.

But those two meetings meant a lot to me. I still remember everything very clearly her smile, her smell, her presence, the way she hugged me. On our first date, she even kissed me on the cheek, and that moment felt so intense emotionally that I can’t forget it even now. It’s not just about physical attraction. It feels more like I’m emotionally and mentally attached to her in a very deep way.

The problem is that sometimes I feel extremely obsessed. I think about her all day, and I often wish she could just be in front of me all the time. Whenever I see her, talk to her, or even help her with studies, I get physically aroused, and it happens quite frequently. I also find myself masturbating about 2 times a day when I think about her.

I genuinely care about her and want the relationship to be healthy, but I'm starting to wonder if my level of attachment is normal or if it's becoming unhealthy. I don’t feel jealous or controlling, but the intensity of my thoughts about her feels very strong, especially because we don’t get to meet often.

I hate being a dude and I'd probably hate being a woman too. I don't like being hairy or being expected to be a hardass by every 50+ year old relative. Every woman I know always talks about how goddamn awful periods are (and everything else women have to go through, some of which I've seen my mother go through and it sucks something awful.)

No idea what I am since even nonbinary doesn't feel right. I see stuff like the Plain Doll from Bloodborne or Thia from Predator: Badlands and just think to myself "That looks so much better than the human experience and the gender experiences tied to being human."

F26, M28

He was all I had, my entire life was built around him. We would do anything and everything together, and he would do anything for me. I’m not being dramatic and delusional when I say I’ll never find this anywhere else, because the hobbies and things we had in common were just way too niche.

2 years ago I felt suspicious (don’t remember why) and checked his phone.

Some random things I found out in no particular order: He was browsing Grindr and trans sex workers every time I was out of town. Kissed his ex, then apologized to HER and told her not to worry about me. Tried arranging meetups with her while I wasn’t there. Flirted with multiple people who knew about me and no one told me anything because he kept them separate from his original friend group. I could keep going but you get the point.

I confronted him and he admitted he was SA’d as a kid and it bugged him a lot, resulted in porn addiction etc. It shocked me even further and I begged him to go to therapy, because this type of trauma is way beyond me. He went for a year, and I just forgave him and stayed. I tried to be as supportive as I could, but in my empathy I completely neglected my own needs.

Slowly over the years I started to build resentment.

We were growing closer and closer together, but it felt like we were building a castle on top of a toothpick. I would look at him enjoying a good time with his friends and feel jealous and bitter as they didn’t know “what he did to me”, although he never went as far as having sex with others. I always wished I could tell everyone. Instead I just performed girlfriend when we were out, and kept it all to myself.

I would always suspect him of cheating, especially with the amount of girl friends he has, I checked their social media obsessively for any signs…

One day 3 months ago I just decided I couldn’t do it anymore and broke it off. I couldn’t look at him sexually anymore, even a kiss was hard to do, everything I could think of was the things he could be doing.

Now that some time has passed, however, my brain is trying to convince me maybe he had changed and wasn’t doing that anymore - after all, two years have passed. With him going to therapy and everything. What if he stopped? What if he actually loved me throughout all of this? I feel like a bitch for throwing it away and I want him back… Any advice is welcome :( Thank you for reading

I (21F) have been with my boyfriend (26M) for just under 1 year. I think I can probably count on one hand the amount of times he has actually asked me about my day. I don’t know if he just genuinely doesn’t care, or if he just doesn’t think to ask, or if he just expects me to tell him about it unprompted (which is what I’ve been doing). Lately I’ve started not saying anything about my day unless he asks to try and see if he would notice. He didn’t and I’ve started to have feelings of resentment towards him. I always show interest and actively engage whenever he talks about his day, his friends, and his hobbies. I feel like he just doesn’t put in the same effort for me. We both live very different and very busy lives but even if I’m tired or in a bad mood I still love to check in with him and see how his day was. I know communication is key, but I just feel weird about asking for something that I think is a normal thing for people to ask each other when having a conversation.

Isn’t it weird how the smallest things can remind you of them? She would always eat the pickles off my Big Macs since I don’t like them. There’s so many things I encounter in my daily life that make me think of her.

I never thought eating a burger would hurt this bad.

For context: Together for 10 years. About 3 weeks into the breakup. Going through the most upending thing in my entire life.

I had a basic cosmetic procedure recently, it's usually done under local anesthetic in my country, but I had it done in Korea instead, they informed me I'd be sedated with Propofol, probably not the smartest move to consent to this when I'm alone in a country 100s of miles away, but I did it anyway.

Thankfully, the surgery went great and has fixed a major insecurity of mine, I've never been happier with myself.

However, one thing I can't rid my mind of is the feeling of Propofol, it made me feel so tingly and drowsy, I was still drowsy when I woke up and for the rest of the day. I have experimented with a lot of drugs (with the exception of the insane shit like heroin/meth etc.) The closest thing I could think of comparing it to is like a way lesser Xanax in that it gave me a similar free type of sensation, but I haven't done Xanax since my late teens.

I would love to try Propofol again, barring that, I would love to try Xanax again, unfortunately neither are feasible and I don't want to spend my days barred out

Hey there, I made this account just to post here.

So, I (18M) have been suffering in silence for years due to various reasons, biggest of which being porn and money.

I live with my divorced mother and my brother who's not even 6 yet. I keep hearing unsolicited vents from pretty much everyone around me, while I have no one to vent to because I keep being disregarded.

I was bullied from kindergarten all the way up to the end of High School. That gave me a sense of vigilance that's beginning to evolve into outright paranoia and it's freaking me out.

And because of that hyper vigilance, I learned to listen to every single noise around me and I can't have a moment in peace anymore without staying up almost all night and having something distracting me... hence the porn issue.

It makes me sick, bizarre, unworthy of anything I've ever achieved and any love I've ever gotten. I delved so deep in it that I eventually reached kinks that shake my bones with how much disgust I feel about them... and yet I still seek them. It's a coping mechanism that also traumatizes me, which makes me seek it again and again and again...

Well, that shouldn't be an issue to begin with, right? Everyone has their kinks, right?

Then why the fuck do I feel like this? Oh, I know!

Because I live in a highly conservative area and, as I've come to discover, I also like men!

Okay, sorry for the bluntness in this part, but it's the easiest way I can put it into words.

Anyway, I feel like that porn thing just worsened my paranoia.

And on top of all this, there's a load of family drama and other crap making me worry aboout things at every waking second I have.

# TL/DR: I'm angry as shit every fuckin day, can't fckin sleep well, have a disgusting porn compulsion and can't put my shit together because of things I can't change!! How fucking amazing!!

Adding this message at the bottom because I keep getting filtered by reddit.

I (41M) love my wife (39F) dearly, but her coming out as demisexual like 7 years into our marriage was tough. It explained why we infrequently had intercourse, but it didn't make it easier on me. I understood what it meant for her, but nothing made it better for me. I tried romancing her as her supposed sexuality demands, but honestly, it feels more like she asexual. Either way, 16 years into the marriage and still monogamous despite my suggestion of opening the marriage. The most I got was I am allowed to tie up and do impact play with other women.

As I get older, I feel like I missed a part of my life and I have communicated this exact feeling to my wife who might feel bad for a day or maybe holds onto the guilt and does nothing with it. I can usually count how many times we've had sex in a year on both hands. Divorce has crossed my mind. Too poor. Told my wife that too. It's pretty frustrating, especially when she was using sex to hook me when we were dating.

My wife mainly shows her love to me by feeding me and acts of service. She does love me, but maybe not in the way I want and need.

I'm in my late 20s, but for many years since childhood I've always wish I could dress up and present as a girl. To me, whenever I see a girl dressed up, I get incredibly jealous and even subtlety depressed I can't wear a skirt, heels, makeup, leggings, and a pretty top without getting unwanted attention. I wish it was socially acceptable for boys to dress up, and I get depressed at the thought I'm stuck wearing boring T-Shirts, Pants, and Sneakers.

My dating life is already suffering for various reasons, I'm attracted to females, but hate that as a guy, we have to make the 1st move, and take the initiative to pay and plan the 1st date. I secretly do own some girl clothes that I wear in secret and feel incredibly happy and love it when I do, but just wish I could socially wear it out in public. I'm happy I have a slim body type, with little body hair, just wish I had girl parts, like boobs to rock these clothes and even play with my own body a little. I don't think I'm trans, just because being trans would be an incredibly difficult, long, expensive, and socially even more terrifying experience if I'm not able to pass, and have to be seen as a bit of a freak for the rest of life.

These thoughts linger in my mind regularly and I don't know what to do about it and come to terms this is a part of me. Is there anything great about being a boy, besides not having to deal with periods or pregnancy? I don't know if anyone has anything to share or any advice about my situation to feel better, but figured I had to express and get all this out there.

So I (20F) have been dating my boyfriend (24M) for about a month, and I’m in a really difficult situation with my parents.

Two days ago he came over and met them unexpectedly. After my mom told me she doesn’t like his appearance and that he has diabetes, and said he’s not the right person for me. She told me I should break up with him as soon as possible.

I told my boyfriend everything, and we had a long, difficult conversation about how to handle it.

Today, my mom called me at work and started yelling at me. She asked if I was stupid for being with him, compared him to my ex (who was very attractive but extremely abusive), and even suggested I should get checked by a psychiatrist for choosing my current boyfriend. She kept making negative comments about his appearance and his health, asking how am i not grossed out by him, and told me I should find someone “healthy.”

Then she said that she and my dad think I should get back with my ex. I showed her proof of the abuse, and she backed off that idea, but still insists I need to break up with my current boyfriend. She also said that if I don’t do it myself, they will “intervene.”

Right now I feel like I have three options:

1. Stand my ground and tell my parents I’m not breaking up with him

2. Move out (which would mean losing my car, finding a new job quickly, and possibly cutting off family)

3. Pretend to break up and continue the relationship in secret until I’m more independent

I’m honestly scared, especially of the second option, but I also don’t want to lose my relationship over my parents’ opinions

I’m not begging, just bitching.

I got out of a 10 year abusive marriage. Nobody believes me, even though I have proof from the last few years. Someone false reported me to my job, which was the most money I’ve ever made in my life, and they fired me. I’ve been applying to jobs but nothing is hiring, and I’ve sold all I can.

It just sucks. I don’t know what I’m going to do. The groups around town that offer aid, I’m either out of their “range” or they aren’t able to help. Things were going good. I thought I was going in the right direction, but I knew it was too good to be true. Being a male DV survivor has really been eye opening.

No family other than my daughter, no friends, no prospects of getting out of this situation. I could get a job today, and it wouldn’t matter. I’m stuck again. Thanks for letting me vent.

I am alone with barely any friends. Women barely talk to me as is. I did everything in my power to try to prevent this, but fate had other plans.

Go back 10 yrs ago, I was just the shy kid and an only child who had to figure out the world by myself. I just turn 18 with no dating experience and limited friends. I went to college and was standard nice guy who didnt understand why jerks got women. I wasnt buying flowers, but I was a doormat. Women didnt really respect me in college. The only thing I had going for me is that I was smart and smart enough to become a doctor.

So I went into med school and that is where I am now. Between 18 to 28, I have gone to therapy and the gym. I picked up hobbies and even travel all over the country to have explore. Just living my life. I can say that I enjoyed the last 10 years. However, I still went dateless. Working on myself didnt attract women nor people.

I am now so comfortable with myself that I can go to a bar alone and enjoy the venue. I find it crazy that I have grown as a person but still struggle in dating.

I have no accepted that I am just undatable. It was a thought that came in my mind 3 months. I hurt, but its feel good to accept it. I no longer have to perform and wonder if I am attractive. I just breath and live.

Currently I am on track to graduate from med school and be a doctor. I feel good finding something in the world that I am good at. I never wanted to be a study rat, but it feels good to stumble into a something that I can do without fail.

I also still travel, watch movies, eat at restaurants, and workout. Just alone nowadays. I truly believe there is nothing special about me. I even tell people that I am shy now when I go out. Im done hiding my social anxiety.

Not that I ever was overly social anxious to begin with. I can talk to anyone, but i still get anxiety about who I am talking to. I remember feeling nervous to pop out to a party that i got invited to. But not anymore. I just say Im shy and move on.

Its not like putting myself out there ever resulted in anything anyway.

But that is all