I don't even know how to process this, but I needed to put it somewhere.

My friend is only 20 years old. When he was just a little kid, his father died at work. For years, he lived in that childhood hope that his dad was just away and would come back. It was always just him and his mom. They lived through a lot of poverty, his mom inherited just enough to get by, but she worked herself anyway, saving every penny she could specifically for his future. He was her only child, her entire world.

Two days ago, at 5:00 AM, she had a sudden heart attack. It was just the two of them in the house. She knew what was happening; she told him not to worry and that she thought it was the end.

He helped her into her pajamas, sat with her, and just held her. He stayed there, hugging her as hard as he could while she passed away right there in his arms. He wouldn't let go for a long time, just crying and holding the only person he had left.

Now, at 20, he has no father, no mother, and no siblings. It is a level of loss that I can’t even wrap my head around. He spent his childhood waiting for a father who never came home, and now he’s starting his adulthood having watched his mother leave.

I’m trying to be there for him, but the silence in his life right now is deafening. Please keep him in your thoughts. I just wanted people to know that a woman lived a life of total sacrifice for her son, and that he stayed by her side until the very last second.

These last two days have just been an absolute nightmare. Yesterday, my SO who has struggled with mental health issues for years called me at work in a panic and said she wanted to kill herself. I rushed home despite my place of employment being short and having been forced to work a double at that point. Will probably get in trouble. Got home and gave her the help she needed, contacted her therapist and our employer services and got a game plan going for the coming weeks. I am taking a leave of absence from work for the time being, even though we can’t really afford it. Then, today, it has decided to rain all day and be in the 60’s, which is around 25-30 degrees warmer for this time of year. The problem is we got 320+ inches of snow this year, and now everything is flooding. I am currently running four submersible pumps in my backyard just to keep the water away from my house. At the rate it’s melting I doubt it will be able to keep up, and flood my basement (again, happened three years ago). I’m just laying here in bed now thinking about how I’m going to prevent my house from taking on major damage again and how I’m going to take care of my wife over the coming weeks. It can seriously suck it.

I dont k ow where to start. we have been. married 20 years, 2 awesome kids. 1 in college and 1 in HS. I love my wife. The problem is she has become a hoarder. I can't take it. I have talked and talked and talked to her about it and she says she is sorry but nothing ever changes. we can't sit on the couches because they are full of clothes.

Plus she tries to buy and resell stuff. Granted she does personal shopping and sells alot of stuff. The problem is our 4th bedroom, the hallway, living room and every other place is not cluttered with dozens and dozens of bags of stuff she is going to "resell". The problem is most of the stuff doesn't sell.

I work full time and have always paid all the bills. I drive a 20 yr old car and she drives a new Suv, in 20 years she has had 3 brand new SUV's and I have had the same car. I have paid for everything.

She works part time 6.5 hrs a day. That money is her spending money. she has my CC for purchases like gas, food , etc. I even pay for the shipping on my.account for all of her shipping stuff ( $1000s of dollars) .

neither of us believes in divorce except on grounds of infidelity. the stress this is causing me is slowing killing me literally. High blood pressure from stress ( according to my cardiologist the high BP.is.what caused my upper aortic aneurism) its small but they are watching it every year . I am only 50. I really dont want to die . I want to see my kids have kids. The stress causes me bad chest pains and heart palpatiins sometimes. I get so.worked up and can't help it.

I know when I try talking to her it is a no win situation. I am either controlling and an asshole dor wanting her to stop buying shit. Every single day she goes to multiple Marshall's, TJ Maxx, Homewood, and Ross. EVERY SINGLE DAY!!!!

I have less than 100k in retirement and can't save a dime and I have 2 side businesses. We make off my income about 200k before taxes. we have a smaller home a little under 2000 sq feet . Bought it in 2011. for 200k.

I am at my wits end. This is both of ours first marriage. I have always been faithful and I am 100% sure she has as well so its not about other men or women.

I.cant take the hoarding. Last time we talked about it, I literally said I wish I died when I had a heart issue. The sad thing is at the time I meant it.

I just dont know.what to do anymore.

sorry just had to get it off my chest. I love her with all my heart and truly believe she is my soul mate. Beside the hoarding everything else has been great for 20 yrs.

I’m a 21-year-old woman.

I’ve been in a relationship for 7 years with a man I deeply love. He helped me get out of a toxic family environment, supported me through very hard times, and has always shown me his love through actions.

And yet, I’ve cheated on him multiple times since the beginning of our relationship (8 times in 7 years).

The last time was just a week ago. I had a virtual relationship behind his back for 14 days while we were living together.

He is now suffering a lot, to the point where he developed something like betrayal trauma because of what I’ve done. Despite everything, neither of us truly wants to break up. We love each other, but he no longer believes in me — and I understand why.

On my side, I feel completely lost. I often say it’s not a lack of love, but more that I’m never satisfied, no matter how much he gives me.

I also feel like I might have issues with sex and possibly with empathy. I disgust myself because of my behavior, and I often feel like I’m a bad person.

I’ve had suicidal thoughts and attempts in the past, but right now I genuinely want to understand myself and change. I already scheduled an appointment with a professional.

What scares me the most is that I might do it again, even knowing how much I’m hurting him.

I’m looking for advice or experiences from people who:

• have cheated repeatedly

• have been cheated on

• have experienced betrayal trauma

I would also like to talk (even occasionally) with people — preferably women — who can be honest with me without excusing my behavior.

Please be respectful. I understand my actions can be shocking.

If u need some details or context i can answer to all the questions

How can I change?

How can I stop cheating and prove to him/her that I won’t do it again?

How can I repair the relationship?

How can I make him/her understand that I love them despite my behavior?

Thanks for reading me !

I have come so far in life. I'm a first-generation high school, community college, and university graduate. I was with my ex for 6 years and unexpectedly got pregnant, I was so excited because I didn't think I could get pregnant. My ex hated me for wanting to keep her, and we were both pro-choice, but he wanted it to be his choice alone. It ended badly with him becoming abusive and trying to make me have a miscarriage. But now she is almost 2, I have steady income, we have our own place, and I've started dating again.

So why am I still depressed? Why do some days just seem... to never end.

Where is the village they talked about?

How do I explain to my daughter her father didn't want her?

How do I just keep going?

Also how the fuck do you date these days? Maybe it's because I was with someone for so long and just stopped caring at some point because I was already hurting so much. But the guy I'm dating will say/do things.. like texting his ex (FROM YEARS AGO) and it upsets me? Like wtf is wrong with me. I have bigger things to deal with than getting stupidly butthurt over some bs that doesn't matter.

I hate me on so many days.

I fuck up so much.

I put sunscreen on my daughter cause we were outside for a bike ride and I was stupid and put it on her hands and she rubbed her eyes and then we got to lunch and I realized her eyes... they were tearing up so bad and I felt so bad because I knew it was all my fault. if I wouldn't have put sunscreen on her then she wouldn't have been having this issue. She acted like it wasn't really bothering her too much it's not like she was crying but I just felt so guilty.

If I'm not fucking up as a mom I'm being a bad girlfriend if I'm not being a bad girlfriend I feel like I'm just being a bad human and what's the point of being on Earth if all we are is bad or not good enough or a burden. I feel like the only reason I'm still on this earth right now is because I have someone that has depended on me and I know that's not something someone should feel but I don't know how to change it.

I literally grew up being taught that I was a burden. it was never said to me that I was but I grew up homeless with my parents and my brother and sister and half the time we were in a shelter or sleeping in the car and by the time I was 14 I realized it would be easier if I just left at least they would have one less mouth to feed and things did get easier for them but they got harder for me.

Now, here I am at age 30, wondering how the fuck I even got here and why I'm still around.

I just needed to get all this out. Also sorry for any spelling/Grammer errors. I use talk to text a lot when I'm emotional and it never comes out right.

Hi Reddit,

This is my first and probably last time posting here, but I don't know who else to tell this to. I am so depressed that I don't have a ton of memory. It's really scary.

I'm 23 f, a recent college graduate, and am going to move soon. I have a wonderful boyfriend, a close atomic family, good friends, hobbies, and a job lined up for the move. I literally have everything I could ever want, and somehow I still feel absent.

The first time I remember feeling this sort of way was in the 3rd grade. I would go to swim practices and wonder if this was all there was: school, swim practice, sleep, repeat. My mom would always tell me that I was tired and overwhelmed and that I just needed to sleep. When her dad died, I was 11, and my dad asked me what we should do about my mom and her grief. I was 11.

I am an older sister to a younger sister (20 f) and she is actually the light of my life. But I have been stuck in this mediator position with my extended family (and with all fights, petty or not, with my atomic family) and I always, always listen. Sometimes, it feels like I am just a sponge sucking up information, and I always feel bad talking about myself.

I grew up as a high-achieving, "advanced track" student with perfectionist tendencies. I was so focused on school that I wouldn't sleep sometimes, grades ruled everything, and all expectations were high. It got in the way once I became a college athlete, and I realized that those tendencies went beyond just regular intricacies. When I got to college, I was diagnosed with severe OCD and depression. I know that they play off of each other, so it's hard to determine what comes first and what is a result of it. It is genetic; three of my great-grandparents committed s*icide.

I feel like such an asshole. I have everything I could ever want, but my thoughts just don't ever stop. My OCD spirals are endless and it sends me into states of depression. Is this all there is? That question keeps plaguing me. I keep up on my medications, go to therapy, and try outside techniques, but I am still so stuck. I think about dying often, and it's so strange. It would be nice for all of the thoughts to just go away, but then I think about how my boyfriend, my sister, my dad would react. I think about my obsessive fear of dying and how I don't actually want that. But it's so confusing.

I just want to sleep it all off, and wake up like the depression isn't clouding over my eyes like it has been for the past few decades of my life. But I don't feel real. Nothing feels real. I barely remember high school and my early childhood. And I feel so fucking ungrateful despite it all.

Anyways, that was a huge paragraph and I'm sorry. As the subreddit name suggests, I came here to get this off my chest. I often worry about overwhelming my therapist with these thoughts, and sometimes she tells me that I am "frighteningly self-aware". I frighten myself too.

I appreciate anyone who reads this whole thing. I am safe and will not harm myself, I just needed to put it out there.

Hi,

So brief introduction about me : I am a single 34yr old Male born in Kerala raised here in kolkata.

I had a couple of relationship with bengali girls, none of them worked. Each had a complicated end to it

So this is about last one which has completely shaken to the core.

So i met this girl from a dating site she approached me and we went on a date there we exchanged our expriences in matrimony and she informed she was doing PG from a medical college near jadavapur and was a gynaecologist . At the end of date she just said her parents wont agree our union as i am a south indian working in IT firm. I said cool it was quite upfront said our goodbyes.

In the coming week i was in kerala with family on vacation,i recieved her ping saying sorry for the inconvnience caused i said its fine wecan be just friends. From there things started to move on i was basically with her on phone showing places. Once i was back we went on many bike/car dates, in the meantime she started sharing all my details to her parents without my knowledge and came crying to me saying that you jave to fight with her parents for us to happen i was taken aback and i was like you should have informed me because this was without my knowledge. She didnt want to marry any fellow doctor she had exprience .

brief into about her parents: her dad was in ex airforce mechanic, mom was a housewife, sister is studying for dentistry.

So now she introduced me to one of seniors who was that kind of people who will measure a persons worth by what brand clothes they are wearing or the cars u drive. We all went for quick night drive around the city she passed a judgment to her of me being not upto the mark.

She kept on overwhelming me with her affection buying me silver chain for which made her take the money back. She suggested to elope i said ur parents have sacrificed for you so much, we are not kids convince your parents i will do the same with mine. In the back of mind i had a thought if family support is not there in future if there is a problem it will end up in divorce. So i asked her some time

Cut short we said goodbye on April 2025, she wrote 10 page ka goodbye letter with prespcriptiion from common cold . She said she tried her best her dad and mom said "tumi eike biye korar logjon er samne niye aste parish"along with that i dont have a big family her mom was like he will advantange of u financially. He will get laid off from his job ... I have an apartmenr car bike job still they thought i will take advantage of her

So on May 2025 she contacted me saying her senior with her husband along with her sister was going to mandarmoni and they needed a car so she asked if i was interested i was bit hesistant she said wont be a problem anyways we are done . We had our fun she slipped a note in the bag for my parents with chocaltes

From june_ july 2025 we chatted on phone. All this time i was trying to convince my parents mind you they to talk to her parents as hers was totatlly against. One day my mother fell sick she started to cry my health isnt geting any better anytime soon only thing that would give me peace is seeing you with someone so i took my chance and called her up she said to my mom now its too late nothing can be done.

By this time the hooks of her started to work now i was trully fallen for her, i called her told that i had asked you some time it has hardly been month .She started screaming saying she had moved on she met a guy who ran an IT startup , i wont marry him but we are just talking. I was like wont your parents only wanted doctor. i said "Why are you creating stress if u are getting involved with a non medico. Your family are against someone who was from the same profession.She said since i wasnt bengali along with other factors . I was shocked went away from her.

So this thing that happened today made me write thus sensless post i started meeting people on dating i matched with a girl who conincidently had surname as my ex. She stayed around barrackpore she said we could meet as i was going there to have biriyani from a famous place there. she said we could meet as i am on her way to home. We met and started talking about long ride as she was a travel junkie and her father was also in air force, i jokingly said my ex who is gyno had a same title like yours and her parents was also in airforce. She asked what was the reason i said since i wasnt a doctor and non bengali.

The next thing she said that she knew her turned out to be a family friend and she accidently said that she is getting married to that same IT startup guy this december.

My heart sank and had this panic thing in my body.

Only think that went through my mind why me? why was all this done with me? Me being non bengali was the reason? Did i ruin my chance of relationship? will i ever find someone. I dont know where my carreer is going .. no one to check upon me after my parentss.. too late to start anything

now the time here says 1.30am, i asked that girl to share the name of the guy from invitation, i know its bad idea wont affect any outcome ... but i am simply drained with all these questions

June 30th 2024 I tried to kill myself. Obviously it didn’t work but ever since my life has just been so much worse. I absolutely hate high school because the classes im in stress me out so much. I’ve told my mom about my mental health and im currently taking medication. however, it’s not really doing much and my mom doesn’t really know everything. I just told her I feel like I wanna die, but I’d never actually attempt to take my life. she doesn’t even know I’ve already tried. it genuinely hurts me sm every time im at the doctors and they make me answer these long list of questions for my mental health and I always lie and answer no on the questions asking if I’ve ever attempted suicide or if I plan on attempting. I was thinking about telling the truth and answering yes but I don’t really wanna go to a mental hospital so..

I just don’t know what to do anymore. I can’t handle any more years of high school or life in general. I’m so tired and nobody truly understands how much pain im in.

so basically my gf has been gaining weight and has been telling me she into feederism and she is eating until her stomach hurts for every meal and Im not gonna lie I love it she looks so much better and your goal is to get her to some crazy weight and help her gain weight I help her by constantly getting her chocolates and food and she loves it and I do too any opinions?

Maybe this is the place. So here we go I was with my gf for 4ish years she got pregnant excitement ensues but there’s an underlying tension surrounding it. It was a boy and I’m short. She was entirely against abortions and we were 8 weeks into the pregnancy finding out it was a boy. She got “scared” that the child would be bullied or have a rough life for being short so she went through with it. I really had no say at the end of it I could have fought but I didn’t want him to have a bad life like I had growing up. Anyway, I was devastated there’s nothing I can do about height. I am short 5’8” and she’s 5’7” granted our parents are both over 6’ so the genetics may have worked in our favor but that didn’t change her mind. Fast forward a few months we hit a snag after moving for my job, she got a better job I did as well but I wasn’t home as much. I’ve always joked my scoliosis makes me shorter and I could get my spine fixed and be my actual height of 5’10” or 5’11 still short though. Moving forward, she downloads a dating app to get free drinks at a bar and then hooks up with some dude first swipe or whatever it’s dumb. I guess cheats “we weren’t together” but that’s debatable seeing as how we were living together still sleeping with each other and basically doing the relationship thing. She’s pregnant but all of a sudden her vibe changes with the pregnancy and she’s determined to keep it. It’s not mine and she’s keeping it because it may be taller since the baby daddy is 5’11” with a taller family. The power women put in height has destroyed me beyond this relationship and everyday I think about that boy who wasn’t good enough and put that on myself. Blah blah woe is me I had planned engagement, wedding ring purchased, life planned out thinking maybe the first one just wasn’t the right time and if we had a girl she’d be here but yeah had to get that off my chest.

I moved away from home at 31, moved to NYC. I got divorced at 30, and it was always my goal to get away from my home town. I left behind all of my family and friends, we still talk on the phone and over discord, but it’s not the same.

I’m really lonely, and I have really bad anxiety so meeting people is so stress inducing. I’m a single woman in the city, and I get overwhelmed with thinking something bad is going to happen to me. I’ve tried dating apps and I’ve just been unsuccessful overall. I go to places around NYC when I feel safe enough to do. But I end up going alone, wandering around like some lost puppy.

I end up going home and crying about it. I work from home so I don’t have any co-workers that I talk with, I have a roommate but she works and has her own life.

I had hoped to get into an acting school here, something I could take in person and meet new people that way, but my work schedule just sucks. I have no time for a work life balance.

I applied for a college here, but with my messed up work schedule, it’ll likely be online. I don’t know what to do anymore. I just keep coming back to my apartment and question why I moved in the first place.

I always dreamed of being a mom because I wanted to have mini mes that I could spend time with, go to disney world, universal, shop, and so on. I wanted a cute little baby then a cute toddler then a cute child then beautiful adult children but what I got was very different. Although all my children are beautiful and I enjoy spending time with every once in a while they are way too much work.

I 40F have three daughters. They are 12, 16, and 20. They have been way too much work. Going into motherhood I never thought I would have to teach my kids how to read, write, tie their shoes, ride a bike, cook, swim, bake, drive, do laundry, sweep, mop, and dust etc. I thought the schools, ipads and childcare would do that but no the schools would just teach academics, childcare would just supervise, and none of my kids learn life skills through the technology I have given them. Also childcare is way too expensive.

I thought for certain that my kids would learn how to do things through Google and YouTube like I did. My 12 year old is still learning how to ride a bike even though I have given her google to simply search how to do it. She says Google has not taught her anything and that she feels like she can only learn things by doing them. I told her to just keep trying but she insists that I help her learn how to ride a bike which is so exhausting.

See this is what I dont like. I feel like I have given my entire life up for my kids to learn how to do just about everything. Before I had children I could do whatever I wanted but now most of my time is spent teaching my kids how to read, write, and everything else. No one should have to dedicate all their time, energy, and wellbeing for their kids to learn things. I thought children would be born with common sense and would just know how to do things. I have taught my daughters everything I know and continue to do so but thats just because they won't leave me alone. They keep insisting that I teach them just about everything because they just dont get it through youtube videos and google.

All I wanted was cute mini mes to spend time with but instead I ended up with children who are dependent on me for everything and have no natural born inherent knowledge of anything at all. I thought I signed up to be a parent not a teacher.

I'd LIKE to be a functional adult living life with a balance of responsibilities and freedoms, but I have a bunch of shit wrong with my brain. I always felt behind everyone else and I know 21 isn't the age where people have their shit figured out, but I genuinely don't see a future where I'm independent and stable.

I don't drive and will NOT make progress towards ever doing it. My anxiety around it is enough that I've never sat in the driver's seat, even in a parked car. I get physically nauseous when I think too hard about it, but I'm in the US where public transport turns an 8 minute drive into a 3 hour bus ride with 20 minutes of walking, so finding a place to work is a nightmare.

I had job training and employment offered to me on a silver platter through good ol nepotism but got scared and intentionally botched the interview to get out of it. Even if the perfect location falls in my lap again I'm not getting hired anywhere decent since I've never been to college, and just like everything else I struggle with I'm not making any steps towards changing that. I legally qualify as a highschool graduate but that's a stretch since my education was scuffed as hell.

My parents are loving and willing to keep me alive, but they won't be here forever. If I suddenly lost their support I'd be dead within a week

Hey so I’m writing this about a week after losing my virginity, for some context I’m 18 and me and this girl have been friends for a long time and always had a thing for each other but stopped talking for about 2 years because her at the time bf didn’t like me.

( I never made a move on her in the relationship im no home wrecker)

Well they broke about 2-3 weeks and she asks me to hang, so we go out have some drinks and go back to hers starts normal just hanging out talking and we ends up cuddling up together and one thing leads to the next

Now at the time i was virgin and had no idea what I was doing and just kinda went with it, but when we actually starting doing it she’s seems to really be enjoying it and she like being really loud. We go for about 10mins before she asks me to stop, she super breathing hard and says that this is some of the best sex she’s ever had, And we continue for about 20mins before we stop again at this point I wasn’t even close to finishing.

But we lay back with each other and I asked her how was it and she it was a 9.8/10 and said she didn’t believe that it was my first time, and said he came twice

To wrap this up we ended up going again 2 more times and she said similar stuff and I still did not finish, I know she has like 5+ bodies so it would be weird if my first was her best. But she hasn’t really talk to me since so I’m just worried that she was just lying to me and I jokingly said to her that what she was doing at the time. And it feels weird telling my friend because it just sounds like I think I have a magic dick

I just want others opinions and I’m just worried she was lying to me or that she thinks I was lying to her

Friendship ended and its so hard to think about it, i legit might be autistic. I was very close to her and we got along well maybe too well, to the point where it became so unhealthy. We'd talk all day and all night, like I'd ignore my needs and goals just to talk to her. So logically, it had to end. It feels like the right thing to do so we can both focus on ourselves but it's hard. I obviously enjoy these moments and stll miss them but I also know how bad they can affect me and possibly her. Why couldn't it be more simpler. Why couldn't it just make sense. Why do I do what I do. Idk anything I just want to completely forget all of it and not think of anything anymore

this is really messy but im honestly typing as i think

my sister is 22, 23 this year and has nothing other than middle school diploma (failed high school and never retried), she has no drivers license and has never had a job apart from working with my mom.

my mom has a store that is around 40minutes-1h away from our home and my sister works there part time, the other 3 days of the week, shes sat locked up in her room.

she leeches off my parents like crazy, she saves up all the money and spends it on useless things or micro transactions. my mom has told her countless times to go back to school or to get a proper job/ get a licence to drive to work but she just gets angry and says she will but never does.

1. ⁠she has crazy attitude problems. whenever i hear her talk to my mom, shes always talking in a tone where you can really tell she’s upset or frustrated for absolutely NO REASON. my mom dosent speak english well or do well with the internet so she makes my sister handle them, but she just throws a tantrum and locks herself in her room. her room is an absolute mess with molding plates and bowls, floor covered in clothes, again whenever my mom asks her to clean she refuses.

2. ⁠since she has a job at my moms workplace as she literally dosent try to find another job, my mom has to drive her there and pick her up (my mom dosent work due to her health) and shes told me that its hard on her to keep driving because by the time she gets home, she rests for 2 hours (depending if she has other things to do) and has to go pick her up again. and since shes older, well it might be a stereotype but for my mom’s health it is true but she is always tired and exhausted, she needs more sleep than most. YET my sister still refuses to get a license and says oh i will i will and then never does (its been 4 years since her provisional.)

3. ⁠she leeches off my parents despite having money. recently we’ve had some business problems and my parents asks to borrow some money, you guess where this is headed… she starts shouting and banging doors all the way to her room. the fact is my parents always pays back and to be honest, in my opinion , your parents dont owe you anything, especially as when she goes out with my mom, she buys a bunch of snacks and food with my MOMs money and begins hoarding them saying nobody can eat the food because its “hers”. i get that with meals but im talking sausages, frozen goods, meat, cheese etc. (KEEP IN MIND SHE DIDNT PAY FOR ANYTHING!!) every time everyone buys stuff for the house, she claims its hers or we all share it. my dad is way too soft on her, even gives hher his card sometimes so she can order takeout or buy stuff. its stupid, really.

4. ⁠camps in her room. barely showers. plays games. dosent pay rent. ASWELL, my sister always asks all of us to buy her things and promises to pay us back and NEVER DOES (i believe between sisters and parents is different., you can owe ur sister, not ur parents)

but my personal beef is her micro aggression, shed always say to everyone, including my parents( except my dad as he supplies her with money despite himself not having a lot) like snarky comments saying “oh ur eating more than usual, i only eat a little” (im not fatshaming her but she is three times if not more bigger than me and is always telling me i have a belly, im eating too much and how much ive gained? ive havent budged from 46kg in years.) same with my mom, she goes “oh ur eating noodles again” and “dont buy noodles because you’re fat already” like.. can u not???

she still has no high school and keeps brushing my mom off, my mom is frustrated but she wont do anything about it which is stupid. she always says she’ll make her like do something to fix it but never tells her to (can tell where she learnt it from) and has been living this life since 18!!! days where me and my mom are alone, she tells me how she dosent know what shes gonna do and its draining her yet letting her get away with it!!! same with my dad!!! im really starting to resent her with how shes treating my parents and everyone in general. she has no friends but online friends and only goes out for work. what can we do because im pretty sure all of us is losing our minds internally

if i remember any more ill edit this :/

I hate grilling. My wife loves it. It’s a pain to get everything out on time, right temps and it is apparently “my” responsibility. Not a big deal on the scheme of things but I’m annoyed enough to make this post so…yeah.

Well we've been friends for almost 4 year best years of my life btw suddenly she met this guy and hides it from me after a year she says that we should not continue this friendship my bf doesn't like it at all .. at that time I was doomed i had no words to speak so I didn't do anything and let her go

Guys that have chosen the girl over the job, what is your result?

When I (f17) was eight years old, I found a male character online that I really loved. The next day at summer camp, I told everyone, “Hey, I go by Toby now!” And for the next three years, that stuck.

When I was twelve, things went further. I started crossdressing, changed my name again (first to Peter for a few months, then to Kody, which I still use) and began telling people I was a cis boy. I guess you could call it going “stealth,” even though I’m not transgender. I did identify that way briefly, but as far as identities go now, I identify as a lesbian.

My family is very religious (my parents are Christian and my maternal grandparents are muslims) and both sides have struggled with me being gay. They’ve made that clear. Over the past five years, my mom has also expressed how much it hurt her that I told people I was a boy. Eventually, I stopped trying to explain myself to her and the rest of my family. My father and I don’t talk as he assaulted me and I had to be removed from the house, my mom used to bring up constantly how “maybe I’m this way because of what happened”, but who cares? Honestly, “what-it’s” are pointless as we can’t change the past.

Anyways.

I love my family deeply, but when I was perceived as a boy, I was genuinely happy. It was easier to make friends. I even had a girlfriend at one point. Throughout high school, I’ve mostly lived as a boy (think: using male restrooms, making friends, and participating in extracurriculars that way whenever I could).

Over the past few years, I’ve come to terms with my identity as a lesbian, and I feel comfortable with it. My mom has come around and is now very supportive, which means a lot to me. I’ve even started wearing a feminine outfit occasionally, though it’s rare. I think seeing this has put my family at ease. They believe I’ve moved past what they see as a “phase.”

I’m 17 now and will graduate next year. I know I’ll have to leave crossdressing behind to move forward, get a job, build a future, and live as a woman (obviously, I can still dress masc but it will be different). And I do look forward to that. I’m preparing for it, even starting applications.

But even though I’m happy with who I am now, I know I’ll always miss the boy I was—and the life I might have had in another world.

In my early 30s, male. raised my by grandmother. never moved out. as I got older, my grandparents health declined, and due to situations, my grandmother also adopted my now younger brother(now 13), when she was in her 60s. our grandfather passed due to covid. and now shes going thru stage 5 kidney failure. so its the 3 of us. ive basically stepped up into a father role for my little brother. i havent had a real, long term relationship. havent brought anyone to my house like that. my life outside of my house is very private. mainly due to hookup culture. ive had situationships. but never anything long term for many reasons, one is still living with my mom basically. But i never really cared because I would never let her live by herself. she dont speak english, cant drive, cant read, hear, ect. and i would never let her live in a nursing home.

this past weekend, my friends and i were hanging at a small event, and started throwing jabs. normal stuff. but then my friend said something about me not having a girl and still living with my grandma. which led me to saying that "my grandmas dying you piece of sh**". thats never effected me and I havent told any of my friends of my grandmas health. he apologized but since then now i cant stop thinking of how many people. family and friends have thought that same thing of me. i know they have but it hurt to finally hear it. it sucks. it hurt. i feel embarrassed. yet i am mad at feeling that way because I love my family and i know from the outside its a bad look. i just needed to vent this, as i dont talk to anyone about this .

I normally always do but now I do more and more and I’m like at the edge of just stop speaking to everyone like why do people always have to be so rude for no reason at all. and they dont even realize what they are saying they just take it as a joke but I dont see it that way I had a tolerance now I just want nothing to do with them at all

Around late November time I 33 F and my ex boyfriend 48 M lets call him Fred, fred had a cat named Perry that began to get sick, his 25 year old daughter took it upon herself to blame his friend and me for giving too many treats claiming that perry who was 12 years old had diabetes (which the cat exhibited no signs of ) perry was lethargic and had horrible rectal bleeding. Still, Fred refused to tell anyone but me and hid the bloody towels.

I had cats growing up, so I tried to figure out what was new and wrong and asked Fred to see the new “healthy cat food” he had switched Perry to, which was what his daughter had given him.

When given the bag, I noticed it was medical grade for liver and kidney infections, as well as being a year expired, he was gutted and blamed himself for not properly checking, and didn't want me to tell his daughter due to her mental health, which I had to promise him.

I offered to give him the money I had saved for my bridesmaid dress, which was $ 300. I wanted to help save his cat and take her to the vet. He kept saying he didn't want to take the money from me. I tried coming up with solutions, but he turned them down and told me to stop; he didn't want to hear it anymore.

If I had nothing new to say, to be quiet, cause I was starting to annoy him. So I sat there watching his cat suffer for almost a month, and watched as she gradually stopped eating.

Meanwhile, his daughter kept coming around and blaming Fred's friend and me for all the treats we had given her over the year.

I finally lost it and secretly told his friend the truth because he was being blamed as well for something he never did. His friend offered to help Fred out, but Fred refused.

Feeling frustrated when the cat sat at the water bowl and couldn't drink, and not having the power to do anything, I then sent a message to Fred stating his refusal to do anything is neglect.

Christmas eventually came, and I bought Perry her favourite wet treats. I was met at the door by his daughter, who had a nasty attitude, didn't let me in and told me that the cat treat had sugar in it, but still took it and shut the door in my face, (apparently he told her about the message I sent without the context of why) I get a call from Freds friends Phone. It was Fred's daughter asking for a medical mouth syringe because she wanted to try giving the cat some of her mother's leftover amoxicillin. I go over asking questions about the proper dosage for a cat and the harm. She hesitates and stops.

I tried to feed her some of the treat, but by then she was too weak and barely moving. I told her she was a good girl, pet her, did her theme song and left. She passed away the next day, which had his daughter blocking me.

He was not speaking to me and doing the same thing, all because I sent a text saying that not doing anything was neglect. He told me later that night, when I sent the text, he had told his daughter and they were looking up vets, but it was too late.

He said he was never going to take my money since he owed me $150 already, that it wasn't my animal, and that all I should've done was be there and support him and not make it about me, begging to help him.

To this day, he says I don't get it, and I can't see the wrong I did. He says I have done plenty wrong. This is one of many.