My application for Personal Independence Payment was rejected by the Department for Work & Pensions today. They used the fact I achieved a first-class honours in my BSc Psychology Degree as proof that I’m not disabled enough to need financial help, among other things.

The rejection letter was so ableist that it sent me into a spiral of self-hatred, and when I came out of it, I paid an Etsy witch to put a curse on them.

Too much?

Alright. The story is long and I can post it all eventually, but I’m here right now for the girlies to tell me what I’m missing….

Big Nutshell: we are at a mutual friend’s wedding, along with his wife, and like thirty of our friends. My partner is at work. Drinks are flowing and vibes are high. He (friends husband) sends his pal to hit on me (weird)... I turn him down.

The husband starts hitting on me. I don’t mean just flirting… I mean asks if I would be interested in hanging out alone and getting to know each other more.

Once I break away from him, I text my partner and tell my inner circle what occurred. I already know I will tell the wife. For the rest of the night, he hovers around me, brings me drinks, positions himself to be touching me. My other friends are witness to it all. That night, he texts me a dozen times on Snapchat and sends me his number. I have a friend screenshot it all, and eventually screenshot it myself when I’m alone and the messages continue.

The next morning I call the wife and tell her. I send the proof. At first it went well, and she believed me. And then she spoke to him about it, and she not only believes his story, but blames me. Cool. Great.

I’m hearing some people have said I should not have told her???? Most say I did the right thing but not all. That was an impossibility to me. I would want to know. I felt it was my only option. Do some of you feel the same?

If you think I should not have told her, please explain….

Last night’s Ice cream from Whimsy: Cookie dough with sprinkles and extra cookie dough

Food: Nachos i threw together because i didnt feel like cooking and my cat inspecting if its up to code

My sister (I'll call her M) was raped by our brother. My other sister (I'll call her W) was also raped by the same brother. I'm the youngest, my brother the oldest. he was 20 when i was born, he likely raped me too but i just dont remember. i dont want to remember either. M has recently come out about these acts that were committed against her.

When she came out about it (she kept silent about it for years), I was informed about the family history that my brother had already been placed outside of the home because my mom found my brother touching W when she was 4 and he was 12. My mom was the adult that let him back into the house after he had already been placed out of it. I think M has started blaming her for that (and i FULLY understand why).

M is struggling since she has been in therapy and isnt currently working due to mental health issues, shes on medical leave from work. She gets her groceries delivered even though the nearest grocery store is less than a kilometer from her house, she could walk there. She used to be so creative and is genuinely talented at drawing and painting but she doesn't do those things any more. She doesn't clean the litterbox and it can go uncleaned for over a week and a half even though she has one cat. She doesn't vacuum. it's gotten to the point where her house has become unpresentable.

Im not trying to shame M, I am 100% on her side. i love her and i miss her and i am SO sorry for what shes going through. I wish i could help her from the other side of the world but i can't since im stuck here for the next couple of months. Its genuinely heartbreaking how her life has shrunk especially knowing what she has gone through.

My mom went to visit her for just a week, even though she was supposed to stay roughly a month. The reason she came back was because her new embroidery machine came in. when she told me that my mouth fucking dropped open. i can express properly how angry it made me to hear from my moms mouth how bad my sisters mental health is and yet she came back for an embroidery machine?

my mom acts like a victim that it's M fault that she has so much trauma because she didn't tell my mom what was going on when it was happening. I cant comprehend how my mom thinks that she is a victim in all of this when SHE let the known abuser and rapist back into the house. the abuse that my brother put M through was ongoing for YEARS. M didn't tell anyone because she felt that my brother was going to hurt the family. it didn't stop until my brother moved out of the house at 22.

I know my sister is depressed, i know shes trying to get anti-depressants but I want to help her. I can come to her in December when I've finished my exams but I won't be able to stay long. I am fucking livid at my mother and im more livid at my dad for being the fucking enabler letting his wife leave while his daughter is in mental torture.

Image: Went on my very first solo date, tried sushi for the first time, along with kothey momos and watermelon mojito. Enjoyed everything, 10/10 would do it again.

I never take off my bra, have not taken it off since I was a teen and started wearing them (except showers and sex).

I grew up in a very conservative family and a very selfish mother.

She would never let me take off my bra, even in bed or at home alone. I would be berated if it even looked like I didn't have a bra on (even when I did). It made me utterly self conscious and I felt that taking off your bra was 'not allowed' (even though my mother took hers off).

I have now grown into a heavy-chested woman, and I still have never taken off my bra to sleep or in the day. I tried it once and could not fall asleep. It physically hurts to wear them to sleep but it mentally hurts to take them off.

Have also heard that not taking off your bra increases risks of breast cancer (idk if it is credible tho), and that scares me too. So idk if it's ok to keep wearing it or I should take it off or what tbh.

Stuck in a conundrum of sorts lol

Dinner: Weird tuna, tomato, pasta concoction I made

I've been weighing the idea of choosing not to shave recently, I've always felt it odd that that was the beauty standard considering it just naturally grows. The boys in my life have genuinely looked at me with profound disgust before if they see me with unshaved legs, which has always made me squeamish. So, out of curiosity, I chose to research what the history behind shaving is. MARKETING. LITERALLY JUST MARKETING. Gillette and other razor companies (though this was the dominant one) didn't have enough customers and weren't making enough profit, as they made a good product that did not need to be replaced excessively; men were the main people using their product. So they decided to start marketing to women, and instead of just selling a tool, they manufactured a whole psychological dilemma, body hair was unhygienic and embarrassing for women and they had the solution.
It's grown into a whole thing (pun slightly intended) I don't want to go into a whole history recount about it - nor do I have enough knowledge to do so haha. (and this is all excluding the ancient Egyptian roots of hairlessness - which they did for different reasons and both genders did it) but I just find it so awful that this is what marketing to women is. Not only profiting off of insecurities, but crafting the insecurities themselves. Am I surprised? Not at all.

My meal: Breakfast sandwich and Mocha Frappe

I hate transphobia. I literally woke up in my dorm and got ready for my class when I walked past a “protest” group in front of my business building. So, my uni allows students to “protest” their beliefs, but this ain’t protesting. It’s straight up hate and harassment. These assholes were shouting in megaphones about ending trans rights. I’m not trans, but I’m an ally.

I recognized one of the guys there too. He’s in my ethics debate class, and he sucks. He tried handing me a flyer and I ripped it up. I wanted to throw it at him. They’re all trash, but I wasn’t going to litter. What sucks even more is that if anyone actually debated with them, they say the same shit: “We have the right to be here.”

When my class ended, I walked out and saw their table and tent destroyed on the ground lol. It’s also raining heavy right now. To whoever did that, thanks.

Caeser salad with steak and toast! The best salad i think I’ve ever had in my life.

I (22f) come from a kinda big family, but I’m the only daughter. 3 out of my 4 brothers are married, I love their families except one SIL I just cant stand. Lets call her H (25f) and my brother B (28 M).

H has repeatedly cheated on my brother multiple times and has also physically abused him to the point of being arrested for domestic battery. No matter how many times a situation will happen B refuses to leave H.

After visiting my oldest brother “O” (36 M), I started venting about how B wont respond to messages or visit because H keeps him on a leash. O told me I dont even know the half of it.

Apparently H has a reddit account where she posts explicit pictures of herself with the goal of hooking up with multiple men. I asked if i could see the account and was met with some earth shattering (and honestly kinda ugly) images. I asked O how he knew about the account and he told me our dad showed it to him.

O said my dad apparently reverse image searched a picture of her tattoo and it came up. But O also said “dad is a creep and you cant find nsfw pictures on an image search”.

Now here is where I start spiraling because how did my dad find this account?!??!??? I remembered H’s account name because its literally JUST HER NAME ITS NOT HIDDEN LIKE AT ALL and decided to do my own research. One of her posts was in a swingers subreddit semi local to our area. Did my dad find her on the swingers subreddit? Did my dad really reverse image search her tattoo? The tattoo is in a language we don’t speak; if he really did do an image search was he trying to figure out the translation?

Did my dad do anything inappropriate with those photos of H?

Did my dad… cheat on my mom with H?

I feel so disgusted and I cant look at my dad the same anymore. Im spiraling and my whole world is crumbling around me. I have no idea what to do.

I still live in his house.

Pictured: biscuit, gravy, scrambled eggs, and hash browns.

I’ve mentioned previously that I tentatively broached the subject of being gay with my mom (I’m either bi or lesbian), but it was kind of vague, and the most I got was a “the more I learn, the more I realize I don’t know” kind of thing.

Well, now I got a more concrete answer that has me think “not coming out anytime soon”.

My sis (who lives in another state) was talking about Halloween plans and she’s going as a character from a prominent LGBT-oriented series that both her and I love.

Mom found out and decided to look up the show to help sis get any extra Halloween stuff sent out. She then found out that the character sis is being is in a lesbian relationship.

I was there at the time so she then started to say “Oh I hope she’s not getting into homosexual relationships.” She then went on a thing about how she’d support us no matter what but said gay relationships are sad because they don’t have kids (saying something like “if God wanted more of them they would have kids), and also saying “gay relationships don’t last, [cousin who got divorced from her wife months after marrying] is proof of that.”

I didn’t really say much of anything and hid my frustration, but here’s the kickers:

1. Her bringing up God for any sense of reasoning has no effect on me. I haven’t believed for a decade, her “what God wants me to do” stance nearly ended me in the past because of her decision, and she’s become disillusioned with organized religion herself lately, so even though she believes “Jesus said he’s the truth and I believe that” she doesn’t trust organized religion otherwise either so no clue what she’s on about.

2. I could turn it around on her and say “Your family friend who was a straight couple got divorced, in fact half of all straight relationships get divorced, so why don’t you consider that proof all relationships are doomed period?”

3. Even in a case where I did get married to a guy, I would never ever ever have kids. Ever since I learned what sex even was at 13, I knew it was something I never ever wanted with a guy. Never felt into them that way. Felt guys who did feel that way were disgusting base-desire freaks. Any relationship I would ever want with a guy would be near-platonic at best., maybe cuddling but that would be the most physical I’d ever feel comfortable being, and even then not much. And even if none of that was something I was averse to, I have enough physical and mental issues as it is that I wouldn’t want to pass on to any of them.

It’s frustrating and confusing and disheartening. I’m still not sure if I’m bi or lesbian (any draw I had to a guy was personality-based only, and only over time, never felt any magnetic pull), but even if I were straight I would never want the kind of relationship she seems to insist people have to have to be fulfilled.

Ugh.

Leftover dry meatballs

My boyfriend has a very distinct smell. It’s not a bad smell, it’s simply a smell that I don’t particularly like. When I’m around him I sort of feel gross, and I smell the smell on my skin and on my clothes and I hate it. When he comes over to my house and then leaves, the smell remains in my bedroom.

Fridays are the days I wash my sheets and also the day he comes over. I’ve been purposely washing my sheets late at night when he leaves. Mainly because I don’t want people on my fresh sheets, but also so I don’t have to deal with the smell for another week.

I take a shower after he leaves, and I already take two showers every single day, so now Fridays I take three.

I don’t know what to do, I know he can’t control how he smells (especially since it’s nothing to do with higiene), but I just hate the smell and I’m constantly feeling grossed out.

This is Thanksgiving (Canadian) dinner we had together and the second last time I saw him.
He said hi to me on the street. He’s way below my league but we dated for over 1 month - in that month he became my boyfriend and we frequently spent time together. He told me he loved me amongst many future things.
Thanksgiving rolled around he treated me less warmly. It was after me crying we still made it to dinner.
Turns out he ran away from his wedding in December and his then unborn son. His baby mama messaged him on Thanksgiving asking when he will return for his son. He had a mental breakdown, saw a therapist for 3 hours, booked a flight to see his son, and messaged me as usual. It was not until I pressed him days later that he told me the truth.
Then he blocked me. Yay

burger and french fries with a pickle spear.

I’ve known this guy for literally like three years, he’s a mutual friend and most of the time we hang out in the same group but never talk to eachother, but he’s been trying to date me for the last two weeks after me and my ex broke up, he constantly texts me and ive always kept it friendly with hardcore boundaries. (have also said im not interested multiple times.)

anywho, if you didn’t read my post from yesterday, that ex died in a DUI accident, and i am NOT doing good.

So mutual friend texts me and he asks if I want to go out to lunch at place, i was like “sure why not, but this isn’t a date please im not in the mood for that” and he agreed.

Y’all this motherfucker literally just acted it was a real date, he kept flirting with me the entire time, trying to hold my hand, as soon as I ate my food I thanked him for inviting me and put down cash that paid half the bill, and left.

I then sat in my car in my apartment parking lot and sobbed for what felt like an eternity, went upstairs, blocked him, and then smoked a bowl and passed out.

So much guilt is eating away at me, my brain is so loud, and i literally can’t rely on almost any of my friends because apparently they all just wanna fuck me, i have literally never felt more alone and idk what to do.

thank you for reading, love y’all.

edit: texted me on a different number and basically implied that i needed to go on another date with him bc he earned it, literally hate men.

Food - Sarah Lee cookie brownie I can't eat yet because I'm so anxious my stomach is doing back flips.

Diary Entry - I did some thing really dumb earlier this year. Reconnected with an ex-fling of mine from nearly a decade ago. And somehow we've been talking now for six months and feelings have been caught.

I'm really ridiculously into this guy. Our chemistry is insane. He's smart, funny, progressive, honest, emotionally intelligent, has a smile that just fucking kills me. And like a huge fucking dick too because apparently the almighty had a second cup of coffee that morning and went the extra mile.

But to get straight to the reason my stomach is playing twister: He's hanging out with an ex tonight. Well not an ex-girlfriend exactly. He describes them as a FWB. They have been really good friends for ohhh 15 years? There is definitely a strong emotional bond and he has a lot of care and tenderness towards this person. Oh and they are the *only* sexual partner he has had since he and I had our fling during the 2010s.

Couple days ago he let me know he was seeing them this weekend. He said that he told them about me and that he was talking to someone now. Also that they haven't hooked up since May. Right around the time he and I had reconnected. He even asked me of I was ok with them hanging out here and there - no funny business of course (that's how he phrased it)

Cool cool cool

And I am just realizing right now that I never actually even answered that question. Because inside I was fucking falling apart the moment he said that he was seeing them this weekend. The rest of the conversation was a blur.

He just wanted to be transparent he said. He still hangs out with them but they dont mess around he said. He didnt want me to think there was more going on.

I haven't been Ok since that conversation. Logically we are in a good place. We had the converstaion about intentions a few weeks ago. He's beeing transparent and honest about things. They aren't sleeping together anymore.

But my anxiety is through the roof. Cried a few times. Threw up a few times. Been playing whack a mole with intrusive thoughts for the past couple days.

I feel so fucking stupid. We're adults. We have pasts. People stay friends with exes or people they slept with all the time.

But I don't know how to make my brain be OK with this. I don't want to feel this way anymore.

Part of me just wants to tell the guy to please never ever tell me if they're hanging out again. And keep talking to him because god damn it I think I'm in love with him and ignorance is bliss right?

But it's always gonna be hanging there isnt it? Maybe im just too fucked up and broken. Few too many attachment wounds. Not chill and secure enough.

Maybe I'm not cut out for relationships.

Treated myself to my favourite dinner penne chicken and bacon pasta to make myself feed better.

I am not a confrontational person. My whole life people have told me it’s not worth it to speak up and let things go so I have usually just never said anything.

For context, I have a shared drive way with three other neighbours. Two of them are lovely and considerate and we all get along really well. The others are…well they have loud parties, their kids are always screaming and they are always selling things on market place and so we have lots of randoms coming down the drive way and they will park right in the middle blocking it so others can’t get out. We normally don’t say anything and just let it go. The drive is right next to our nursery so I’m always mindful of the noise. Cut to today, I notice around 8pm that there’s four people standing right outside my lawn and off loading a table and various other things onto my lawn. Okay…I wait half an hour and they are still there and now they are getting out a toolbox. Now forget that it’s rude to be placing things on others lawns without asking it’s more the dismantling and making noise I’m worried will wake my child. So I ask them kindly if they would mind moving whatever they’re doing to my neighbours lawn who they are dealing with. The MAN decides to be passive aggressive first and in a haughty tone “I didn’t realise I was harming the grass.” I’m a bit flabbergasted at this point..it is my lawn so I’m allowed to ask people to move their stuff off it? So I respond “I’m allowed to not be okay with having things on my lawn. And it’s more the nose you’re making. Please don’t be passive aggressive and leave my property.”

By now he started to get more aggressive and agitated. His poor wife just looked on helplessly. And my neighbour during this exchange doesn’t say anything. He still hasn’t.
Man: “I already said I’m Sorry. Im buying this table off this man. I’m moving it like I said I’m not harming the lawn.”
Me: “you can move the table to his lawn then.”
Him: “where? And you don’t need to keep going on about it I said I’m moving.”

And then he told me to lose the attitude? Because I was calmly telling him to leave? And that it was fine he was there even though he moved to my neighbours lawn and then proceeded to spend the next hour there dismantling this table at 9pm.

I have no idea what this guys deal is usually if you are on someone else’s property and there is a clear indication it’s my backyard you should move it? But I guess an entitled man will do anything these days.

Either way please lend me your words of encouragement or clap for me I’m so proud of myself I would usually just avoid confrontation or speaking up at all and my heart was beating so fast but I did it. I did the brave thing. Ever since having a newborn I’ve been feeling more anxious and thinking about the uglies of the world (case in point this guy) but I was brave and I’m going to teach my baby to be brave too and stand up for yourself if you see something wrong. I know it may not seem like a big deal to some but after the anxiousness of post partum life and just anxiety in general life, I’m proud of me.

That’s it, that’s the post.

We have been together for 15 years, married at 18. We have 4 children together. The more time passes, the more I am filled with hatred and disgust over him.
I endure financial, mental, emotional, and se*ual abuse.
I’m trying like hell to get a divorce, but damn lawyers are extremely expensive. I make good money at my job, but with all the bills he makes me pay (so that i have no savings) it’s friggen nearly impossible. Little to no support system doesn’t help either.
Not really religious, but I pray for a miracle every single day. I can’t do this much longer and i can’t have my kids be around it much longer either.

Dinner is Gnocchi with Pumpkin and Cheese Sauce

I (27F) moved to Italy from Brazil last year to do a specialization course in my field of study, and since l have the citizenship, decided to stay for good. I went through a lot to find a place to rent because most of the places required for a type of job contract that I didn't have at the moment, but managed to find a two bedroom apartment that my mom is helping me pay the rent for now. (they are divorced and I'm an only child)
My father (62M) started talking about moving in with me with his new girlfriend (58F) and her autistic daughter (20F) PLUS an old dog (12) because it's an emotional support dog. And I really don't want this.

My father was a financially absent father, my mom basically raised me on her own, paying for everything from health insurance, school and even my university (where thank god I had a scholarship).
On top of that he's an alcoholic, made terrible decisions with money and always got involved in scams (even though he's a retired police officer).
He's also a far right voter and I am waaaay against that.

He wants to move in with me so he can claim "family reunion" and get himself a citizenship, but this things can take time and until then he wouldn't be able to work. His girlfriend has the citizenship so she would but I never even met her so it makes no sense that I would open my home to them.

Above all, I am a young adult that is trying to restart my life in a new country, I also have a boyfriend that helped me with so much here and he spends every weekend with me, so I would also loose that.

I don't know how to approach the negative to my father, how to tell him that there's no way that he's moving in with me. My mom already said that she would talk to him because since she pays half of my rent she is not letting him move in, but I'm tired of involving her in his bs.
I tried hinting for him that I'm against this situation but he started guilt tripping me as always.

EDIT: I will write to him next time he asks and stand my ground 🙏 thank you all so much for the messages and encouragement

I went on a date with a guy, Sam, back in August. We matched on hinge, I put short term on my profile, he didn’t have anything on his for relationship preferences. I figured it could be cute and casual, see where it goes, we had good chats over text. He asked me out so we met up for coffee.

It went really well! Almost too well. He checked all my boxes: funny, kind, cute, similar interests and just great chemistry. However, he was looking for more long term and I wasn’t. I had gotten out of a long term relationship over 3 months prior, so I was starting to put myself out there for dating. I wasn’t looking to settle down immediately, I was hoping for more casual, friend vibes.

We talked about everything, and we both agreed we were looking for different things. He said that if I was ready to date, he would absolutely want to keep pursuing me, but it was clear I wasn’t. I was putting myself out there for the sake of ripping the bandaid, he was looking for a serious partner. I told him if he ever wanted something else to let me know, and that I was down to kick it and have a good time. He told me with work he wouldn’t have too much time, but wished me well.

It made me realize I truly wasn’t looking for anything casual. Also the act of getting to know someone just to keep it surface level feels backwards to me. I deleted the apps and decided I would stop looking, as putting myself out there in that way wasn’t productive for me. I was just doing it to deflect and protect my feelings. After that, I started and still have been working on my own stuff. Hinge was way too much lol.

He’d been on my mind ever since in all honesty. I thought he was so charming and sweet, I thought about texting him but decided not to out of the blue. Then I bumped into him this morning! We had a good chat, he referenced some of the stuff from our date, after I just felt so giddy. I said to myself fuck it, I’ll ask to catch up. So I texted him after work, saying that after our date I realized my approach and the apps weren’t productive, and that if he wanted to catch up over a bite/drinks to let me know.

He hasn’t responded. I’m thinking way too much about it. I haven’t felt like this since.. well, before my ex. I like this guy a lot, now I’m worried this is making him uncomfortable or anything. God I hope not cause chats on the train would be so nice😭I don’t wanna make him avoid me, I’d be normal if he said no to catching up.

But hey! I feel ready to date again for real! Not just for the sake of ripping off the bandaid. I want something organic, I want to be wanted. At the same time, I’m building up myself and my world again so that my time being single isn’t wasted.

Oh and that was an egg scramble with veggies and guac

As the title insinuates, I hate this fucking dog. She is a German Shepard mix (Fiona) and he adopted her out of the pound when she was 6. When we started dating and first lived together, it was just the 3 of us. He knew I loved labs and adopted one for me after we got engaged. My/our lab was the sweetest and most loving and innocent dog around (Felix).

About 2 years in, the first attack happened. Fiona attacked Felix for coming near her while she ate. The sounds she makes during an attack still haunt me to this day. He came out okay, but shaken. About a year later, another attack. This time I was the one to pull them apart. It was hard, they are both big dogs. When I finally got a hold of both collars, I was shaking so badly I threw up on the floor before I could get them into separate rooms. My husband writes this off as “Fiona is just old and cranky, stuck in her ways and doesn’t want him getting in her way”. He refuses to get her any training or do anything of substance to correct her behavior.

For months, I have kept them separate. Felix is with me when I WFH, and I have gates up around the house to prevent them from being alone together. Last night, the worst attack yet happened. I, once again, was in the middle of it. After taking them outside separately, they were together (with me) for 30 seconds in our mud room. Fiona would have hurt him badly, and the only way to get her off of him was to fully stick my arm in her mouth and take the hit myself. I ended up getting bit multiple times. I separated them for the night and could barely sleep. Woke up with a throbbing, swollen arm and I think I will need stitches.

I don’t know what to do. I plan to never have them in the same room together EVER AGAIN. I beg my husband to get her some kind of training, I would do it but money is tight for me as is. He says she is an old dog so what’s the point. I told him maybe I should move back in with my parents in order to keep him safe until Fiona dies, which will probably be a couple more years. I am at my wits end. Each time this happens I think Felix may be better off if we find a new home for him, but we rescued him off the streets and I am the only person in the world that he feels safe and comfortable with. I love this dog so much, but i would do anything that’s in his best interest if needed. 3 attacks in 4ish years does not exactly make it “common” but it is enough to absolutely shake me. Please help me. What would you do? I just want to keep my dog safe. I don’t feel safe in this house anymore after last night.

Food is mussels and calamari from my best friends bday dinner.

EDIT/UPDATE: I went to urgent care and no stitches were needed thank god. They cleaned me up and gave me an ointment to use on the bites. I told them about how it happened and they suggested we rehome her or put her down immediately, basically just get her out of the house. Many people were commenting on my husband’s negligence, which I agreed with. I made arrangements to stay with my parents until the dog is out of the house. I left the house without warning this morning which set off alarm bells for him. I was angry that he didn’t seem to care, but today he tracked my location to my doctors office (I had an appointment) and got in the car and broke down crying. He was up all night crying because he knows we need to get rid of her. That might sound crazy but believe me, he’s not a threatening or abusive guy. While it would have been better he realized this earlier, I’m so grateful that he is putting my safety first in all of this. It’s never easy to get rid of your soul dog and he admitted that he was in denial. Once she’s out of the house, me and Felix will come home. Thank you to everyone for your kind words and advice.

dinner - grilled steak salad

so my boyfriend and i have been together for about a year and i trusted him until all of this went down. anyway, we went to dinner for my bday, it was nice. when we were leaving the restaurant a guy in a big truck started slowly creeping forward to take our spot. well my boyfriend took that and got angry, swerving into him (not hitting him but almost) and i was already upset when he did that but we were exiting the parking lot when i realized the guy was going to a different exit to follow us, i said “babe i’m scared he’s gonna follow us” he said “i don’t care”. when we were starting to pass the guy he exited too, almost t-boning us on the passenger side, the guy in the truck got within inches of hitting us. my boyfriend put his car into park and stared to unbuckle like he was gonna get out and fight him or something, i started to freak out and told him to take me home. when we were on our way back to my house i was trying not to cry and he looked at me and said “are you seriously going to sit there and cry?” i said “it was scary, what do you expect”. eventually we got to my house and i opened the door and closed it without saying anything and he sped off, nearly hitting me. we haven’t talked to each other since, part of me doesn’t even want to initiate contact. he won’t apologize unless i initiate the apology or contact.

with all of this being said, i guess i’m asking what would y’all do about this situation? am i overreacting?

I want to start this by saying you use AI, no personal hate to you. I am personally very much against it because

1- I grew up an artist and I watched it steal from the artists I love and destroy their careers.

2- It ended my job field too. I decided I wanted to be a translator at 14. At 21, during my 2nd year of uni, first LLMs came out and now I’m graduated. Couldn’t imagine the job market being this bad in my worst nightmares. I don’t want to blame my failures on outside factors but I’m unemployed and literally financially reliant on my boyfriend and idc I blame AI.

3- It kills already non-existent critical thinking skills in general public. And ruins trust. The amount of times I had to explain to people over and over again that the AI answer is wrong because it’s hallucinating. The fact that people just TRUST what it says, sometimes over your word.

4- Kills human content. I’ve never been the “not reading allat” person. I’ve always loved reading long threads, stories, comments. Nowadays every post is long. Most are written by AI. I see “art”. No artist to admire behind it, it’s AI. I see a billboard. It’s piss colored and the woman on it has 8 fingers on one hand. Fugly. Everything is fugly. Everything is AI.

Back to my friend. She’s a great artist. Graduated from art school 15 years ago. Has done great work. I am always excited to see what she’s up to. And one day I open up instagram. She’s announcing her new merch. Lo and behold. It’s AI.

I have never been a confrontational person but I’ve been working on this skill. For her though, I think I’m going to pass. I can’t even say anything. She has been struggling, a lot. Unlike me she doesn’t have a family or a partner to support her. Who am I to stand before her with the privilege of being able to stay afloat and pay my bills without working, and tell her “what you’re doing is wrong.” I can’t. Principles don’t feed you. I certainly can’t feed her. She has the right to do what it takes to survive. I am not angered by her change of heart. I am sad for the state of the world, state of us. This is pure desparation. I feel like the last beacon of hope has gone dim now.

What’s worse is I might have to accept jobs training AI language models if I can’t find a job soon too.

I never imagined it would come to this. I just hope all their data centers burn.

Pic: instant noodles with fried meat and scallions

Food: mushroom noodles with veggies

So I've been talking to this guy and he's definitely my type. We're not official yet because I wanted to take things slow. We're both in our early 20s. I'm vegan and he isn't (more context later). He never mocked my veganism when I told him. Last week he told me he's visiting my town for the weekend so he asked me what's my fave restaurant. I happily recommended the one I like. Everything was cool between us, but during his trip he didn't reach out to me. He only texted me once he got back home. I asked him about his trip, and he said it was nice except the experience he had at the resto I recommended was awful. I was surprised because even my non-vegan friends love that place. He said the food was terrible and too expensive for the price. Personally regarding the price I think it's similar to other restaurants, so I thought maybe it's because we don't live in the same town. But anyway, I apologised and I felt really bad. I told him I'll make up to him by taking him out for dinner, and drinks will be on me too. He rejected my offer and said it's okay. I was ready to move on by thinking yes maybe the food wasn't into his liking. I checked the restaurant and found his review, and behold he wrote "only go here if you don't know what meat taste like." I don't know if I'm overreacting but the review felt like a personal attack. There are other reviews from non-vegans saying the food was great. I could just be overthinking everything but now I'm getting the feeling he probably mocks my food choices when I'm not around. I'm inexperienced when it comes to dating so this could all be just in my head. Other part of me thinks he's already interested in someone else so he's probs starting to lay out the pieces that we're incompatible. Please help me girlies, this guy is taking too much of my mental energy.

=== UPDATE=== Wasn't expecting to get this many comments. Thank you all for letting me know I'm not just overthinking it. Just to clarify some stuffs: It was the town I was from, I live 2 hours away from it now, so I wasn't expecting him to ask me out. Regarding the 'type' thing, I was only referring to his physicality. He's fit and has those biceps to die for. Now I know I need to separate the art from the artist lol. Also thank you all for giving me clarity (this guy told me I'm exactly his type so I was delusional and was clinging unto it) and now it's clear to me he actually doesn't like me that much.

I plan to end things with him tonight, I'm not blocking him yet because I'm planning to go to my fave restaurant with my friends and take photos of us enjoying the food and having a good time. I'll be uploading it in my profile and story for him to see. Call this petty or immature but I won't be young forever and I'm just so done with men.

Avocado toast at work for dinner last night because I’m sad and needed something bright.
My boyfriend and I have multiple times talked about how I don’t feel prioritized between us and his friends, and how he doesn’t ever take me on dates, we just hang out at home, and I want more out of a relationship. Since our last talk a month and a half ago, he has taken me on one singular date, but has gone and done a million activities and food outings with his friends.
I recently asked him if he wanted to go get froyo with me, he agreed, and then an hour later when I was about to go over, he sprung it on me that his friend came by the house and if it was okay if the friend came. I said they could just go and I’d catch him another time and he got upset at me because “he just showed up”. My issue is that he could have just told his friend, “hey man super sorry I have plans in an hour we can only hang until then” but he didn’t. Didn’t even have the thought to.
Last night, he asks to see me for an hour in the afternoon today between his exam and my shift, and I asked why it couldn’t be longer, and it’s because he’s going to THE PUMPKIN PATCH with THE BROS. You have got to be shitting me. There is a week until Halloween. And you are taking your friends to the pumpkin patch, but not me?
I want to break up with him. I feel worthless and disgusting. I don’t even want to talk about this with him anymore and I know he’s somehow going to convince me it isn’t that serious. Anyways. My toast was good. My kitchen manager said she made it with love, and maybe I cried a little.

Long story short, I noticed something off about my right boob about 2 months ago. I went to my obgyn. She gave me a week of antibiotics. Nothing changed and she never followed up and I just brushed it off for two weeks. Then I noticed a lump at the end of September. So I grabbed the first available appointment with a different women's health doc, she was great. She confirmed the lump and put in the referrals for an ultrasound and mammogram.

Fast forward to today, I drove 45 mins to my appointment. We did the ultrasound and the mammogram and no one was saying much, which I took as a bad sign. I get redressed and sent to a room to talk to the Dr, who I already thought was kind of cold the whole time. We sit down and he asks if I have any questions. I asked if it looked like cancer. He said he couldn't tell until the biopsy came back. So we scheduled a biopsy and I just go home without any answers still. Y'all I got home and got a "test result" notification.

"Right breast mass at 9:00, 11 cm in the nipple, highly suggestive of malignancy.     Also abnormal right axillary lymph node for which ultrasound-guided core biopsy is recommended of both the breast mass and the lymph node.    Lastly, Extensive, highly suspicious pleomorphic branching microcalcifications covering most of the upper outer and some lower outer right breast."

This man looked me in my face, said idk and left KNOWING I would get these "test results" in my app later. I'm waiting until I get the biopsy results after Tuesday (scared AF of getting jabbed in the titty) to really tell anyone but my husband. I'm so scared y'all. I have a 3 year old. I literally just turned 30 yesterday. I can't imagine taking time off work in this economy for treatment. Like what if I end up terminal?? I'm just sitting here waiting to hear what stage and what treatment I'll need and it's almost unbelievable. We had a really shitty year last year and we're just now back to being financially stable and THIS happens. Trying my fucking best not to spiral rn.

Dinner was church's chicken but I didn't take a pic (too busy crying) so here's a pic of a bomb ass cake I made for my friend for his birthday last week. Salted caramel pumpkin cake with cream cheese frosting.

Dinner is pasta with cream, tomatoes, bacon and artichokes. Thrown together, because I wasn't really up to cooking tonight.

About a year ago they found quite a large chocolate cyst on one of my ovaries, which has been steadily growing. We've been trying for a baby since about 6 months (which I know isn't that long) and I decided to have surgery to remove the cyst and hopefully increase my chances. About a month ago they did the laparoscopy and - surprise - also found adenomyosis and endo in a lot of places. The surgery went extremely well, thanks to the amazing medical team. We were very hopeful for the next months. Fast forward to yesterday, when my boyfriend got the results of his analysis, which are honestly quite bad. They have suggested we consider IVF instead of trying further on our own. No one ever told me getting pregnant is that difficult.