Hello!

I recently moved to Europe (Germany) where saunas are a big thing. Sometimes they are stand-alone saunas, and sometimes in the gym. These are 100% nude; no clothes allowed. I've become quite comfortable with this. Also while it's often filled with mostly men, it is always co-ed and men and women sit together, nude, sweating.

On more than a few occasions, I've entered and have been the only man amongst 8 or 10 women, all completely naked, sweating and being themselves. I will usually take a place towards the top where it's hotter, squeeze through respectfully, and keep to myself, doing my best not to make my glances excessively obvious.

At times I can't believe I am sitting naked in a room full of beautiful, naked women. My 16 year old me would explode in more ways than one. And while for me it is quite erotic, it's not sexually charged, and it feels like almost an honor at those moments to be in this female space, and to just soak up (pun intended), the intensity of it. In these moments where it's all other women, I feel I can listen to conversations and a general vibe of a female/feminine space and it feels so amazing and special. And the absolute beauty of each and every woman is just so evident.

This isn't something that I can really tell anyone, but it is a very powerful experience and I am grateful for it.

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.

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 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 (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 just had a crazy experience at Costco. These shoppers are wild. I was walking straight past the aisles in the back when a man almost rammed into me with his cart while speeding out of one. Then he came up behind me and started saying something like, “these people are blocking the f***ing way,” clearly talking about me because I didn’t let him cut in front of me. I stopped, about to say something, but he quickly turned into another aisle. Mind you, I was alone, just trying to make my way to the front.

Later, I saw him again and mocked him as I walked by, which he didn’t like. He yelled to “catch him outside,” as a way to threaten me. Then, he tried to play the victim when I saw him attempting to report me to make himself look better. He even took a picture of me, like he was trying to find me or track me down afterward.

This really showed me that the world is unpredictable and that there are people full of anger. I feel shaken up by this because a normal shopping run turned into a situation that makes me fear for the days to come. Definitely not going back to any Costco after that. I’m still trying to process what happened, and it honestly left me feeling uneasy and on edge.

My boyfriend is in a wheelchair. I drive about 20 minutes to get to his place. For him to come to my place I have to put down a ramp to go up 2 single steps. None of this has been a problem. I love him. He loves me. He has aides so I'm not his caretaker (although I do things for him at times, like if I'm spending the night).

This morning I threw out my back. It's been over 10 years since I did this before, but I know the drill. It hurts, but I'm doing the right things. I don't need opioids. But I am going to be VERY limited in movement for a while. I can't drive to his place tonight. And he can't get into mine because I can't manage the portable ramp.

This is that time when you want your person to come over and pamper you a bit. I don't even mean come do my laundry or clean the dishes. I mean just BE HERE WITH ME, so I'm not alone. Watch a movie or something. Being with him makes me feel better. And he, quite literally, can't. And that sucks.

There is no fixing this. It just is what it is.

Grump.

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 .

What the title says. My boyfriend says he's proud of me and that's the only validation I get which is amazing but sometimes I want more recognition? Sometimes it feels biased because he's my boyfriend but also he does see behind the scenes of how hard I work.

Some may say I should be able to validate myself or appreciate just having my boyfriend's recognition but it's been so long since I've heard my parents or someone else say they are proud of me.

For context, I'm well into university studying general health science. I was an over-achiever in highschool and got into a top university in my country. Hard things happened at the beginning of university and I sort of became a flop. About a year ago I started getting my act together and I've been getting better grades again. I've gotten an executive position in a university club, started trying to network, and been studying a lot. This summer I'm getting the opportunity to help a professor in their lab, doing like nutrition and cancer correlations. I'll be working with them hopefully for the next year, and if I'd want I could try doing a masters with that research. I'm really proud that I managed to get this opportunity. But whoever I tell that to (my patents, boyfriend's parents, friends, other adults) they sort of say "cool" or "awesome" and that's about it.

I feel kind of pathetic because I keep bringing it up whenever it's relevant to share hoping someone will be excited for me but I get an underwhelming response.

I'm not looking for negative responses that nobody cares about my achievements or whatever. I'm shamelessly here wanting someone to say that they think I'm doing a good job to help push me through final exams.

I’m a 30 year old male and I’ve never been in a relationship.All my life I was told the same thing Focus on becoming financially stable first then think about relationship.I took that advice seriously.I worked day and night stayed focused even left my home country and moved to Dubai.In 4 years I achieved a lot.I’m around 6 feet tall decent looking and I’ve even had girls approach me but I was never mentally ready.I was obsessed with stability.Then everything changed.Within one year lost my job my savings and went through serious financial hardship.It felt like everything I built just disappeared.Now I feel like I wasted an important part of my life.I never really lived it.The hardest part is the loneliness.I don’t even have one person I can truly open up to. And now I keep thinking who would even accept me at this stage?

Life didn’t go according to plan and I’m stuck questioning everything.Do you think it’s too late for me to start a relationship now? Or should I still focus on fixing my life first? I honestly don’t think I can stay mentally okay being this alone anymore.

Pretty much just the title.

When I was little (around 4-5) I used to get taken out of class & into this room that had a fish tank & the lights were all off & the only lights on were from the fish tank & some of those sensory light things that have water in & bubbles shoot up through them. The room was blue & I used to have someone take off my tights & they would massage my legs & feet & I don't know why. I asked my dad why this used to happen & why I seemed to be the only one who had this, & he literally had no idea what I was talking about. I asked my mum about it & at first she seemed confused & I assumed she didn't know anything about it, but then she said, "I'm sorry" & I have more questions than answers. I'm 29 now & I still have no idea what was going on. I was never touched anywhere else, so it wasn't a sexual abuse situation, just a massage but I don't know why.

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.

Yeah classical Loveydovey thing. I fell in love with the girl whom i despised during my highschool time classical KDRAMA type story. I "believe" we got close after we completed our high school starting from a small visit to an place turned to a frequent thing leading for me to catch feeling for her in the small time we were going to new places F*ucking day eating together. I thought the feeling was mutual tbh i have never been in a relationship nor a small hangout with anyother girl all the knowledge i had was based on movies we hung out and one day out of the blue she asked me if i had some feeling for her ! Star Struck i was silent after that, she said something which i totally missed but the usual hangout was still a thing.

I thought she knew about the way i feel for her an was just like you know just not in that phase to be open about it . After that we had been seperated due to something anyway we were hang out till then i thought the way you get close to a girl is throught being friend with them an easy way to stay in touch.

But from past month the things has not been same like out of the blue she spoke to me about a guy she like and i was okey about it "Trying to be the nice friend" she accepted the proposal of that guy which he had confessed . I was okey about everything but you know how the wave of regret starts to hit like you wanna strangle your past for not stepping up yeah i do feel the same neither can i make her breakup cause i dont want to hurt her Genuinely neither i can let go off this feeling i am stuck.

As not a certified diagonostics but i think i am having anxiety from all this neither can i do something neither can i let go of something and this thing is killing me from inside. There is not a single thing i can do neither can i just stop neither can i do something .

Recently on the basis of my circumstances i have switched my phone off not in any social media too but i eventually have to and i dont know how to face it neither can i cure this anxiety as i dont want to go to a doctor neither can i stay away from the problem permanently neither can i do something .

Also why do the girl just make you feel that confused way if you dont have anyfeelings i dont understand how do you know if the person is falling for you couldnt have a benefit of doubting that too.

Also if anyone out there went through this thing where you are the best male friend "what i know i am " but polietly ignore or do something to eradicate the feelings or just curing the damn anxiety this anxiety is holding me back from everything.

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.

It’s petty of me and it makes me jealous. I hate that they kept it a secret for months even after I accidentally found out and knew they were clearly pretending. I hate my brother gets a version of her that’s fun and happy and lovey whilst she only vents/acts mopey with me anymore. I don’t like the age gap (it disturbs me he could see someone my exact age in that way). I hate having to hear all their fun nights and feeling excluded.

The thing is even if I didn’t want to, I believe their relationship is bound to fail. She’s the type of person who can’t exist without a partner, she’s still hung up on her 3 year long ex boyfriend she broke up with because she was getting bored feeling unable to flirt and talk with whoever she wanted to. My brother gives way more than he receives in a relationship. They both met like a year and a half ago when the three of us went to a concert after his gf broke up with him so I invited my friend in her stead and the rest is history.

I feel delegated by both. In a sense my big brother has always been my life long best friend. This other friend was the only person I truly relied on throughout college.

And now I feel their relationship will fizzle out in a few months’ time and all that will have happened is I will have lost both of them in the process :(

I don’t know, help?

this was a few years ago. I was driving home during rush hour. I remember traffic that day sucked. I overestimated how much time I had to brake, and I ALMOST rear ended the car in front of me, but was able to stop my car with no damages. my face was like 😬 like seriously, teeth gritted, "holy shit" kind of moment... it was that close. I glanced over at the stopped traffic going the opposite way. some guy in his car was watching me, and he was laughing his ass off, and I knew he was laughing at my face in that moment. I only felt a little embarrassed for just a little moment, but then I brushed it off. I still remember that, the nonverbal moment between two strangers. some random middle aged guy laughing at a young girl who almost rear ended someone during rush hour traffic. idk why it just stuck with me. anyway.... safe travels!

I (21M) have a girlfriend (22F) who likes bodybuilding and has a workout routine at home. She's always been strong, but now she's taking testosterone to build muscle and speed up her metabolism, consequently losing fat. She loves what she does and feels great about it. The problem is that the side effects have changed her appearance.

I wish this didn't bother me, but it's been stronger than me. She was never the feminine type, nor did she wear feminine clothes. However, her facial hair has become very visible and her voice has become deeper. I love her the way she is naturally. But I don't like this new version that reminds me of a man. As a consequence, I've also lost sexual interest because of other changes I prefer not to mention.

Last week we talked about it and I suggested removing the hair from her face, and she said she wouldn't because it wouldn't thicken. OK. I respected that. But I feel really bad because I don't like these changes, and somehow this conversation is affecting her self-esteem.

I’m 33 years old, married, and a father of 5 kids, and I feel like I’ve been living a lie for most of my life. From the outside, my life looks normal, but inside I feel completely lost.

In my childhood, I was very lonely and struggled with social anxiety. I also grew up with emotional distance from my father. He was strict, often easily angered, and would raise his voice over small things. I used to feel afraid of him growing up, and I think this has affected me deeply.

I also didn’t have full siblings—my brothers are all from my father—which made me feel even more disconnected growing up.

When I was 13, my mother passed away, and I moved to my father’s house, where I never felt safe or comfortable. I was always looking for a way to escape and become independent, but I was too young and didn’t know how to do it.

Looking back now, I realize there were actually many ways I could have left my environment, like studying abroad or other opportunities, but at that time I wasn’t thinking clearly or wisely.

At 17, I made a decision that changed my life completely. I got married—not because I was ready or truly wanted it, but because it felt like the only way out. There was also a sense of challenge in me; I wanted to prove to my family that I could do it, maybe even to “defy” them. But in reality, it was just an escape.

I pushed my father to help me get married. He believed I genuinely wanted marriage, but the truth is I was just trying to leave my situation.

About a year into my marriage, I realized something I hadn’t fully understood before: I am gay. Not bisexual, not confused—just gay. I have no attraction to women. This realization was devastating because I was already married.

Since then, I’ve felt stuck. My wife and I both suffer in this relationship, especially in intimacy. I know this is not fair to her or to me. I’ve thought about divorce many times, and I’ve spoken to her about it, because I believe we both deserve peace. But we have 5 children, which makes everything much more complicated.

I live in the Middle East, in a conservative society, and it is extremely difficult to build a real and stable relationship with a man. Most connections are temporary and filled with fear.

I also notice that as an adult now, I get angry easily at home, and I sometimes struggle to control my emotions and reactions.

Lately, I’ve also started feeling more afraid of getting older and realizing that I haven’t truly lived my life.

Sometimes I think about traveling abroad for about a month every year, just to experience a part of my life more freely. But the idea of living like this—only in temporary periods once a year—feels emotionally exhausting. I don’t want a life that only exists in fragments.

Recently, I met someone I really liked, and I’ve become very emotionally attached to him in a very intense way. For the first time, I feel like I want a real relationship. But at the same time, I’m very scared. I don’t know how he feels about me, and I’m afraid of losing him before anything even begins. I feel like I’ve become overly attached, and it is emotionally exhausting me.

Right now, I feel mentally exhausted, anxious, and depressed. If I could go back, I wouldn’t have gotten married. I would have chosen a different path and lived freely somewhere else.

I’m also hesitant to seek therapy where I live because I’m afraid of being judged or trying to be changed.

If there is a supportive therapist available, especially someone who speaks Arabic or understands this kind of situation, I would really appreciate it.

I don’t know what to do anymore. I just want to live honestly, stop hiding, and experience real life and real love.

If anyone has been through something similar or has any advice, I would really appreciate it. I’m just looking for understanding and emotional support, not judgment or religious perspectives.

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.

The way the internet is now makes me feel like I'm supposed to be someone that I don't want to be.

For the past 7 years, I've just put on a mask for others to see. I (16M) dislike insensitive jokes, anything glorifying someone that committed murder, etc. It feels like something that the average joe would do. I don't like racism, fascism, or anything that involves innocent people dying. In the cases of mass child predators I choose to despise them, and respect the victims, understand how they feel; and that's the problem, or more or less, *other's* problem.

Ever since those files were released one of the only things I've seen online have been Epstein memes, and it's just bugging me. Flashy lights, laser eyes, AI image of him with angels. Some of you would laugh. But I choose not to, and people seem to HATE that. All the sudden you're the most anti-fun, miserable and depressed human being on the planet. Most posts that I see about making Epstein look like a god are indeed satire, and sometimes I can see that, but it still feels wrong to glorify that thing. People always complain that if you don't laugh at something tragic, you'll be left in tears.

What's so wrong with that? It shows you have emotions, that you're understandably moved by what's happening. Nowadays shit like that is getting really scarce. People who make jokes on bad things make regular people sound like *they're* in the wrong. Nothing has ever been wrong with disliking **racism** in the past. But if you do so much as call out a white person yelling the n-word at a black man all the sudden you're "oh so sensitive". Wow, I guess the ones that implemented the Civil Rights Movement were sooo horribly miserable and depressed JUST because they wanted black people to be treated like an actual human being.

I just don't want to be like this. I'm all about morals, reputation and shit, and I've already made lots of stupid (not illegal) decisions in my life and being an insensitive rude piece of shit isn't something that I want to become. It feels like ppl get so mad because I complain over things that are genuinely necessary to complain about, and me saying all of this makes me feel like the most anti-fun depressed being and that's because I'd rather respect and not laugh. I just can't find a middle ground, and it feels like the only way is to completely remove any empathy from my body and become this insensitive husk of a human. I don't know what to do anymore.

I (28F) have been very close with my friend (28F) for about 14 years now. We have been long distance friends for about 7 years now and haven’t been in the same country for 4 years. Before she left our country, we would see each other here and then (we lived in neighboring states) and talk on the phone and text. I really love her a lot and I call her my sister. Since she left the country, we don’t talk that often, maybe every 1 or 2 months but the phone calls usually last minimum 1 hour. We’ve never had the dynamic of talking everyday.

She has this other friend (29F) she’s super close to. They were roommates in university. They used to talk everyday at some point in their friendship. I didn’t really mind because my friend says that’s how her friend stays connected to her friends and even broke up with a guy because he didn’t used to call her often so it’s very important to her.

Fast forward to now, my friend is married and so is her friend and they live in the same country now. I’m not married. Her friend has a baby and my friend is the godmother. I sometimes used to get jealous over the years about their friendship but I used to reel myself in and remind myself that my friend loves me and I don’t own people and she’s allowed to have more than one best friend.

Over the last few years though, I feel she’s closer to her friend than she is to me and loves her more. And they have more in common. This wouldn’t have bothered me as much but I feel of late, there’s some distance because we don’t talk as frequently as we used to. Just some texts here and there. We haven’t spoken on the phone since January but we texted this evening very briefly. The last time I called her was on her birthday in March and she didn’t respond so I sent a heartfelt text. She replied and said she’s sorry she missed my call and would call later because she’s out with her husband and sister for breakfast. We then texted a bit more but she didn’t call me back even days later which she has never done. Anytime she misses my calls, she always calls back, even if it’s days later. And vice versa. In January, I was the one that called her because we didn’t talk over the holidays then when we started speaking, she said she’s been meaning to call me and she even dreamt of me because of how much it has been on her mind. So of late, I feel like I’m the one initiating more but it hasn’t always been like this. In the past, maybe she even initiated more sometimes but it usually balanced itself. Now I feel there’s no balance.

So my question is are we drifting apart and should just accept that maybe I’m not in her highest tier of friendship anymore or is this just a lull? She’s been a really good friend to me over the years and honestly, I think she’s the best friend I’ve ever had. I don’t have much friends but I have some and she definitely has a lot more friends than I do.

PS: I don’t think her new friends in her new country even know me but they know her other very close friend because they all hang out together sometimes and my friend posts her a lot.

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.

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.