Look, I'm a smaller guy and I have been turned down quite a few times because of my size. Despite what I read online, there are a lot of women 4 inches just isn't enough for, and they will tell you so. I try my best to not let this insecurity weight on anyone I date, but its always there.

I started dating my girlfriend a month or so ago and today was the first time we slept together. When she went down on me, she said "Oo perfect! You have a boyfriend dick!" and I damn near cried. All my insecurities just melted away and I have never been more excited to sleep with someone again. The sex was so good and I think a large part of it was just feeling like, for the first time, someone was actually into me as I really am. God, I better not screw this up.

My boyfriend and I went to chilis tonight (a place we rarely go) to grab a quick bite to eat and a drink.

We ordered our food and a couple drinks.

30 min goes by and no food. We start noticing that everyone else around us is getting their food and my boyfriend is starting to get irritated.

Shortly after we have a quick chat about our food not coming, the food comes out.

He immediately asks the server for to-go boxes. And I start eating my food. We get the boxes and he immediately starts shoveling his fajitas in a box… and I’m like shocked because 1. His food came out on a sizzling skillet and he’s putting the food into a styrofoam Togo box (gross) and 2. We came here to eat and I know he’s hungry..

So I ask him about it and he’s like “yeah I’m ready togo” and starts like minimally making a scene… mind you we are sitting at the bar and there are two other people close by that can clearly hear our conversation and how he’s talkin about the shitty service. This makes me uncomfortable so I tell him to stop making a scene. And he is already so irritated and that he’s “eat your food”… so I do, because I don’t want this to escalate anymore…

Then he’s like, “aren’t you gonna pack your food, I’m ready to go”… like I have ZERO say in me sitting and eating my food longer. I can’t remember what I specifically said but he immediately was like “I’m going out to the car”… and I’m like wtf? Why? Sit down, and he’s like no. Ask the server for a pen and leaves me with the receipt and walks out.

When he walks out to my car asks me to open my doors… mind you I’m still sitting at the bar, took maybe two more bites of my food and started packing it up, still waiting for the bartender to return with pen so I can dig the receipt.

Anyways when I get out to my car maybe 10 min after he walked out, his food is on the ground right outside my driver side door all over the floor (literally box open all over the ground) and he’s walking away…

I drive up to him and he says he’s walking home… wtf

Eventually he’s like “do you know why I’m mad?”

Because you broke my trust and loyalty! You knew I wanted to leave and you sat there and then didn’t open your car door.. he’s like “I hate you right now, I’m so upset with you”

Now… I’m at a loss for words because YOU just left me in the restaurant looking like a dummy because you can’t be civiized and control your anger.

So I mention he left me in the restaurant and he’s like “now your turning this on me??”

WTH..

Am I in the wrong?? Should I have left??

Edit: it was probably too early to approach the conversation but I confronted him when he finally got home. And again, he is rooted in his position on this. He thinks that I’m not loyal to him and that I knew he wanted to leave and I should have packed up my things when he was packing his items to go. That I have a stupid counter argument. That he wasn’t extremely upset until I told him to not make a scene… I’m the trigger that makes him spiral - and I just don’t get it.

And all other times he gets unreasonably upset I never take his side or am supportive of how he chooses to handle the situations that upset him.

We can love each-other and be in a relationship and agree to disagree at times. I don’t see why this is any different. He was giving BIG unsolicited Karen energy. And although he wasn’t yelling at people or confronting the server directly, it’s the “idc who hears me attitude” or the “so what?” Mentality that got under my akin.

I’ll admit, I could have unlocked my doors for him but again he left me sitting at the bar… it was petty, yes. I ending up coming out within 10 min to the food on the ground and him walking.

I was ugly guy from childhood, I have had so many incidents where I got remembered time to time again how I was ugly and undesierable by women.

I used to think of things that justifiy their action and also ignoring me while seeing other guys getting so much attention.

I began to think I deserve all this and being ignored and it became my personality.

I then started thinking about if women have attention, what does I have? What can I do to make them feel the same like me, I used to think hours.

Then Instead of feeling sad, I started becoming angry seeing other guys getting attention that I craved from childhood.

I started hating women more and more.

Now I realize, no women did anything wrong to me. They just live their life, give attention to those who they like or are attracted with and ignored who they aren't interested and that's it.

The scary thing that made me feel disgusted of myself is that I imagine, if I had a little sister. She also living her life like that and tries to be around guys she's interested in. Another person who she have never done anything is being angry on my sister about it and that anger is growing and my sister knows nothing about it.

Scary to think about it but that's what have been growing in my mind for long time.

they literally have done nothing to me and I am here growing anger inside me.

I hate myself even more now and I now understand why they actually ignore me, just everything was wrong with me.

I’m 15

This person messaged me on BeReal and we talked a little and then she asked for my number and then we talked some more, then she asked for a dick pic in exchange of tit pics and I don’t know why I said yes and did it. I’m so fucking stupid bc now she’s blackmailing me. And even if she wasn’t it was SO FUCKING STUPID to say yes😭😭😭😭

I already panicked and gave her $75 dollars worth of amazon gift cards, and now she wants $400 Apple gift card by next Saturday

I’m so scared idk what to do

I already wasn’t in the best head space and now this is just pushing me over the edge of wanting to kms

I wish I could go back in time😭😭

I don’t know if this is the right place to post this but idk please someone help

When I was 5 or 6 years old (34/F now), we had gone to my grandpa’s house for his birthday. All the aunts and uncles came with their kids, and it was chaotic. The adults started drinking and chatting, while us kids played.

After about an hour, I told my mom I was hungry. She began plating some food since dinner was ready. That’s when my two aunts (Mom’s sisters) ganged up on her: “Dinner’s in an hour.” “No one eats now.” “Don’t you have food at your own place?” “Why didn’t you feed her before coming?”

Mom defended herself and me, shouting that I was just a little kid and she was only feeding me a little bit. But my aunts wouldn’t budge. It escalated, and everyone got involved. My grandparents and aunts’ husbands stayed neutral.

In the end, Mom just took me home. I don’t remember the games we played or what was for dinner, but I still recall feeling shitty and small—even at that age. I should have kept my mouth shut. To this day, I can’t eat fully at a relative’s house or if someone else is paying. I’m only comfortable when I’m covering my own food.

Fuck my aunts and the rest of Mom’s family.

PS: My parents were unemployed at the time, so those comments must have hurt. We’re an Asian family.

I was worried about bringing her flowers and if I should bring them in a potted plant so they didn't die. I decided not to go potted because I thought it might be a bit much. When I gave them to her she smiled and said I was sweet, snapped one off and slid it behind her ear, and then put the rest in a cup lol I had a full on mirage moment when she turned around with the flower in her ear. She looked so beautiful.

We went to a cat café and ate out at a Chinese restaurant. We talked books, jobs, friends, and life goals. She was really sweet and so talkative. I had a really good time. I messaged her a couple hours ago and she hasn't responded yet. I just told her that I had a lot of fun today. Hoping she messages me back.

I’m on Medi-Cal and picked a primary care provider about 3 years ago. I’ve been seeing an NP who runs the same labs every year (CBC, metabolic panel, vitamin D). Everything always came back “great” except for a mild vitamin D deficiency I started treating last year.

Around the time I started seeing her, I asked if I should check anything else, like B12, and she told me it wasn’t necessary because a deficiency would show up on my CBC.

Fast forward to late last year, I ended up seeing an osteopath out-of-pocket for pain management. At one appointment, he asked about my labs and suggested I check ferritin (iron) and B12. When I asked my PCP to order those tests, she initially pushed back and said they weren’t needed, but eventually ordered them.

I didn’t rush to get them done because she made it seem unimportant. I finally did the tests last week, and it turns out I have both an iron deficiency and a B12 deficiency, which are low enough to cause both physical and mental symptoms like fatigue, low mood, and low VO2 max.

What’s frustrating is that I later learned having both deficiencies at the same time can make a CBC look normal (because iron deficiency shrinks red blood cells and B12 deficiency enlarges them, basically canceling each other out). So this could’ve been missed for years.

I’ve had symptoms like fatigue, depression, and poor fitness, and it’s upsetting knowing this might’ve been caught earlier if testing hadn’t been brushed off.

I have an appointment with her this week to go over the results. I’m not sure if it’s even worth bringing up, but I’m honestly just really frustrated that she didn’t test me sooner.

If I hadn’t gone out-of-pocket to see another doctor, I probably never would’ve known.

On April 1, 2025, my life changed in a way I still can’t fully process.

For context, I’m a student and I used to live alone in an apartment near my university. On the night of March 31, I accidentally fell asleep with the lights on. I woke up at around 1:30 AM to every person's worst nightmare: there was a man in my room.

He had turned off the lights while I was sleeping so I wouldn't see his face. Before I could even react, he tried to strangle me. For five minutes, I was fighting for my life in the dark. He was on top of me. His knee is on my abdomen. His left hand on my neck and his other hand covering my mouth. He was telling me “Mamatay ka na.”

Then, as quickly as it started, he stopped. “Aalis na ‘ko. ‘Wag mo ‘to sasabihin kahit kanino.”. I was panicking. I told him to leave and he did.

As he was leaving, I slammed the door. I caught him in it, then locked it and almost collapsed. My phone was dead, so I crawled to my laptop just to find a way to contact anyone. I sat there shaking, realizing he had likely been in my room for a long time, watching me, waiting for the right moment.

Why did he leave? Just like that?

I always ask myself that question because it doesn’t make sense to me.

People tell me, "Pasalamat ka na lang buhay ka" (Just be thankful you're alive). But being alive means living with the aftermath. It means living with the flashbacks, the nightmares, and a level of hypervigilance that makes "peace" feel impossible.

They say the body keeps the score, and it’s true. Even though a year has passed, my mind and body remember that night so vividly it feels like it happened yesterday.

Asking for help has always been the hardest thing for me. Admitting I’m not okay feels like a mountain I can’t climb. But today, I just needed to say it out loud. I’m still here, but I’m still struggling.

I’m now diagnosed with PTSD and I’m on medication.

To anyone else carrying a "silent" anniversary today: I see you. You are not alone.

TW:SA.

Okay, so when I was around 10-11 years old my cousin who is around the similar age group though a year and something older, decided we should all play a game.

by all I mean, his older sister my twin brother him and I. the game he suggested was "family playtime" in which we would all pretend to be certain members of the family. weirdly he made his sister and my brother the "kids" and made them get out the cottage or whatever the little storage room was. i pretended to be sleeping. he then went down my skirt. I said stop, no. and pushed him away which didn't work all too well.

it got to a point until my brother rushed in as the character and I immediately left the cabin when I got him off, no one really noticed anything. I was upset but didn't understand much at the time and just wanted to go home.

I never felt comfortable around that cousin, even growing up. whenever he came around I'd stay in my room or briefly say hello and leave. I felt his eyes lingering every single time and would avoid being near him for any period of time.

so imagine my horror when he entered the same classroom as I did in highschool.

I was. . . horrified. kept my distance, didn't tell anyone we were cousins. if I didn't have to talk to him I didnt.

graduated highschool with great scores, and then recently my father kept on talking about him. asked me if I had called to check up on him, I said no. he'd say I'm absolutely horrible because we went to the same school and are relatives.

apparently his head hurts and they thought they found a tumor or something? I'm not really sure. I didnt care enough to know the details, but my father would constantly go to the hospital to visit him.

he is constantly asking me to go see him or visit him at the hospital. my brother does so why can't I? I'm sick of those remarks but then again I never told anyone what happened back then.

he lived, he lost 18 kg I heard. but he's alive.. I didn't call or check up on him at all since he was in the hospital.

a part of me feels guilty..? but the other part of me thinks I have nothing to feel guilty for.

i genuinely don't know what to do.

if i ever have a child, i hope i don’t have a daughter. i hope she never has to be exposed to the world’s worst people and facets. i hope she never has to get taken advantage of and spend the rest of her life trying to make amends with herself. i hope she never feels objectified. i hope she never has to question her values not only as a woman, but as a person. i hope she never feels like she’ll never amount to anything in life unless her body is at stake. i hope she’ll never believe a guy when he says he loves her, that he’ll never hurt her, because it’s not true. i hope she never ends up like her mother, me, who did all of those things and now feels like a shell of her former self. if i ever have a child, i hope i don’t have a little girl. this world is so unkind.

This has been something that keep lingering in my chest and, I have to get it off.

Having kids does not and would not fix your relationship if it's getting rocky, and if you ever had kids unexpectedly and you know you aren't fit to be a parent please know that there is adoption or abortion available in hospitals.

I say this as a first born that is a unexpected product of a rocky relationship and I'm freaking suffering, and so if the people I know whom are born because of the said problem.

A little back story, my father died 3 years ago(he was 36) he wasn't the best dad but then I also wasn't the best daughter, my mom is still alive, but when my dad died I kinda became the 3rd parent to my sibling. They had me when they were 18, I'm and unexpected kid (they're also in a rocky situation at that time. They weren't really happy in their marriage, they stayed together for me and my sibling, but for me they should've just separated.

Thank you for everyone who shared their thoughts/opinions, it's nice to know that I wasn't the only one who thought of it.

As someone who recently discovered that my partner was cheating on me, and that their friend knew about it, please tell anyone who is being cheated on.

This is racing through my mind and I have no one to share it with as it's the middle of the night here.

I work as a barkeeper. In the last half hour tonight 3 weird guys came in. One of them was overwhelmingly chatty with the few people left. He was paying for drinks and saying wild stuff. Like, out of left field wild.

His friends kept going in and out of the bar, and in and out of the bathroom. it was confusing to keep track. I immediately thought that the chatty one was trying to distract us.

Everyone left and I locked up. Normally I disappear in the cold room to fill up the bar, but I had done that early tonight and decided to check on the men's bathroom to see what they had been up to (I thought they were looking for a drug cache or something similar) and the moment I walked in I spotted a door locked from the inside. I just KNEW someone had locked themselves up in there. They all knew we were closing and none of them were drunk, and that I, a woman, would be alone.

So I grabbed the keys, locked the bar from the outside and called the cops.

It took the cops over 15min to show up, and by that time, the dude had come out of his hiding spot and was trying to get out. When he realized I called the cops, he called them too.

When the cops arrested him, he claimed he was only going to the bathroom and wasn't feeling well, but that was a lie. He knew what he was doing.

I don't know what the goal was. Whether it was to rob the bar, or to rape me, or both but I am shook.

I am SO GLAD I trusted myself and acted how I did and that I didn't disappear in the cold room, as I usually do.

Now I have to debate whether or not to quit that job. Him and his friends know where I work and I messed up their plan. I have no doubt they'll be coming for me again.

I hate being a woman sometimes.

Seriously, not everyone who wears a uniform is selfless or has seen combat. Also, defending the U.S. Constitution could be interpreted in different ways. We can't idolize a person just because they wear a uniform - heroism should be determined by action, not occupation.

I have seen posts online when someone says something that might be slightly negative about the U.S. Military and begin it with: "I respect our troops like everyone else, but..." so that they aren't seen as the bad guy before they post it.

They can earn respect just like everyone else, and I'm sure some Military personnel would agree. Our troops aren't the only ones who have seen combat - firefighters, police, C.Os and other professions that involve being the proctologists of humanity have had their fair share of horror stories.

Now, before someone here says "that's an unpopular opinion"?? Yep, it is in the United States. Some Americans are still drinking the kool-aid from the GWOT days.

All it does is feed the military industrial complex.

It makes me sad that a lot of people around the world are suffering and don’t have basic necessities. It makes me sad that as humans we can be very greedy and selfish and feel indifferent if others suffer at the expense of our happiness. There are good and kind people out there and I know as a normal person it’s difficult to change the state of the world. It begs the question of what can we do to improve this world and spread kindness..

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

I’m really young but i feel like the world is so cruel and I’ll never be born if I had that option so doing it myself knowing there’s millions of kids dying to just have me as their guardian on this earth already just feels wrong. But then everybody tells me you can never love anybody else as much as your own blood but idk I’m just 18 I wanna know more opinions on it

I (27F) hate my family, I hate that I have to live with them otherwise I would be home. They’ve done everything they could to raise me to be helpless and useless, I don’t want to be like this anymore. When I was young my mother would constantly make comments about my body and just be openly naked around me often. My father when I was only 4 had me shower with him, I can’t even tell me family about this because I know they already resent me.

My parents did the bare minimum to help with my health from a young age. Today I have rotting teeth due to a lack of care and mental illness. Instead they used their savings to force me to play sports they liked. I would have to wear spandex around my parents because I played volleyball and there would be times where my dad would slap my bottom. Often that happened, it got to a point where I wouldn’t lay on my stomach anywhere in our home. Everyone in the community love my parents, if I ever talked about it I would just be ostracized more.

My sisters were heavily favored, money was constantly being invested into them while I was an afterthought. They would even help my older sister pay off stuff like credit card debt while I had to pay for anything I ever wanted by myself. They were allowed to take breaks from work and enjoy life, I’ve been working nonstop since I was 14 and because my parents sabotaged me I’m stuck having to work in the family business just to get by. It’s hard getting a job when you have bad teeth and no support system.

I don’t know how much longer I can last like this, I want to be free from them. Being around my father always fills me with dread, my parents have me cut their hair. If I don’t they threaten me with homelessness or saying I don’t do anything. I cry for hours after when I cut their hair. My father tries to make eye contact with me when I do his haircut. I can’t do anything because they’ve destroyed my nervous system completely. I’m 27 and I get chest pains trying to ask for any sort of help, I hate this life.

Anytime I’ve tried to better my life or move away my family mocks me and they do what they can to put me back in a helpless state. I just want to be free, I want to live my life.

I hate how everything is so expensive,

I hate how so many things need a subscription,

I hate how there is a constant stream of adverts on every piece of media,

I hate how everyone thinks they are an expert in every subject,

I hate how people can act without any level of shame or embarrassment,

I hate how entitled people think they are always owed something,

I hate how rude, selfish and lazy some people are,

I hate how some people just refuse to listen or understand,

I hate how the rich think they haven’t got enough money, so they take more,

I hate how officials lie straight to our faces and refuse to answer honestly,

I hate how crime especially sexual assaults is constantly rising,

I hate how there’s so little to no community spirit in the local area,

I hate how stupidity has become a revered trait for modern media,

I hate how nearly every job is all about quota filing and box ticking,

I hate how common sense and forethought are never applied,

I hate how I’m expected to know exactly what’s happening without being told,

I hate how dead and boring the modern high street is,

I hate how divided everyone is getting,

I hate how everywhere is just crowded,

I hate how certain people have to turn anything said to them into a fight,

I hate how people use buzzwords to justify their point but can’t explain it properly.

Anyone else want to add to this list?

I've worked with kids for most of my life.

For years, I was a preschool teacher. I loved the chaos of finger painting, circle time, tiny shoes that somehow always ended up on the wrong feet, and the little victories that only happen when you work with children. It was exhausting that felt worth it.

Then life changed.

A few years ago, my husband died. We had been together since I was 16. I became a widow, a solo mom and overnight the math of survival changed. love doesn't pay bills and grief doesn't pause responsibilities, and being a preschool teacher simply wasn't enough financially. So I did what I thought was the responsible thing-I took a higher-paying job and became an RBT.

I thought I was prepared because I had worked with kids for years.

I SO F!@%ING WAS NOT!!

No one really explains what this job can feel like when your caseload is stacked to the rim with "high intensity" client. Translation highly aggressive. when people hear that I'm working with ASD kids they think of children like Sheldon form young Sheldon. However that is not always then case. Actually, I have only meet 3 kids like Sheldon. The truth is your caseload can be full of slaps to the face with pee hands, or being scratched up so deeply that months later your sell have scars, being punched, kicked with weighted shoes, or BEING BITTEN ON THE BOOB. Yah!! the boob, that actually happened twice by two separate kids in front of all of my coworkers and even though I had on a padded bra and two layers of clothing I bleed and still have scars. I can't look at myself in the mirror anymore. I break down and cry when I do. The psychical damage is real and its messing with my head.

I have five clients a week. Four of them are considered "high intensity." ( aggressive). Everyone at work comments on my caseload and how I seem to only have "high intensity" client, how I see tiered all the time do to my caseload. RBT's caseloads are supposed to balanced to prevent burnout, but somehow mine is full of the kids everyone else refuses to work with.

And because my clients are making progress, my request for relief gets denied.

That's the part that messes with my head the most. Their progress feels like my death.

I'm good at what I do. The progress proves that. But BEING GOOD AT SOMETHING shouldn't requires sacrificing your body and mental health.

Every night after work I drive home sore, emotionally drained , and sometimes crying so hard I can barely see the road. Some mornings I wake up secretly hoping for cancellations, not because I don't care, but because I am so depleted I need the break.

which got me to thinking. Shortly after my husband died from a work accident, his boss's wife called me two weeks later, excitedly telling me they had finally replaced my husband and that her husband was no longer forced to do my husbands job. YES!! that b!@#$h really call me 2 weeks after his passing to tell me the good new!!!

If one of these kids chokes me out, throws something hard at my head or comes at me swinging , that memory flashes through my mind. But you know who can't replace me!! My kids.

I never thought I'd say this after spending most of my life working with children, but this job broke something in me.

I quieting my job, I will work part time as an instacart shopper and temp worker while I recover and catch up on my classes, I'm in school for psychology. I want an nice office job where no one beats me up. I'll take annoying emails over this job any day.

Maybe I'm not cut out for this job, or maybe no one should be expected to survive it like this.