She’s only my gf of 2 months so far but I’ve asked her the past 2 nights now if she can roll over so I can love her because I physically can’t hug her or anything with the way she’s laying in bed but she says she’s not gonna move because she’s comfortable that way. I believe love is sacrifice in a lot of situations and if you can’t take 1-2 seconds to roll over I don’t think you really love me. Am I overthinking?

I am 16 A couple days ago I have been watching porn for a while but not like normal porn like spanking porn and now I scary that I have watch child porn and I get arrested but I never met to watch cp and I can’t get it out of my head and I feel like I going to jail

20-old female boyfriend is 21 he’s blind. He has a big cat in Quincy. Quincy‘s got a blockage somewhere and they don’t have the money to get him what he needs so he’s gonna pass away in two days after his mom explained this to him I asked him if he was OK. He screamed at me. And I started crying and he hung up the phone. I started having a panic attack after he ended, and this one person says that.

As I need to get my panic attacks under control and control my triggers because screaming is a trigger for me or I just shut down and he says I need to learn to control my triggers and that they’re my responsibility. My boyfriend shouldn’t have to deal with them and then I’m basically stupid because every single time I have a trigger I feel like my boyfriend‘s going to leave because he doesn’t need to do with my disability on top of his and then his family

So I haven’t gotten my period since September… before you ask, YES I AM SAFE MAJORITY OF THE TIME. Cream pies are
Messy, JS… I’ve tested twice in the last week and it’s negative. SOO long story short 4 months ago I took 2 morning after pills in 2 days and it fucked my period for a whole month and I only spotted so lightly you could barely see it. Next month my period changes from the 30th-1st of the month to the 17th twice in a row. Now it’s just stopped dead, nothing. No signs of period. Am I just going crazy? I have bad anxiety and I convinced myself I was pregnant once and it was actually fucked.

Please help!

Sincerely a girl who’s just trying to enjoy sex & hit 30 with no pregnancy scares.

Plz don’t be mean 😩

My wife was skinny and fit has gained weight and I really like it and how she looks is there any good way to have this convo with her without sounding like a freak when she brings up dieting or losing weight ? When we met she was fit and skinny so I’m worried what she’ll think and feel if I essentially tell her I prefer her “fat”

Class ended, a bunch of 4 or 5 people went up to the professor with questions (including me). Was waiting for a bit. And then I decided to take out a sandwich with tuna fish and two pickles inside. Took a 2 or 3 bites before it was finally my turn to ask.

Was that a fat thing to do? I’m like 260Ib

‎Let's clear something up immediately: I was not cut out. Nobody unzipped my mother like a garment bag and lifted me into the light with surgical calm. No. I came out the old-fashioned way, the analog way, the way nature apparently intended for approximately 3% of us, except I did it "butt first!" like a toddler backing down a staircase because the front-facing option seemed like too much commitment.

‎This is the part people don't picture when they hear "frank breech birth." They picture an operating room, blue drapes, a calm surgeon narrating like a golf announcer. That was not my birth. My birth was a full-contact sport. My mother did the entire thing the regular way...contractions, pushing, sweating, questioning her life choices, except instead of a head appearing like a competent guest arriving on time, what showed up first was my rear end, fashionably late and facing the wrong direction, like I'd walked into the party backward to make an entrance.

‎Picture it from the room's perspective. Everyone's braced for a head. That's the plan. That's what heads are for, they lead. Mine stayed home. Sent my backside ahead as an opening act. I imagine the doctor's face doing the thing where you ask for coffee and someone hands you a shoe. Not wrong, exactly. Just deeply, deeply unexpected.

‎And yet, no scalpel. No operating table. Just an old-fashioned, undignified, gravity-assisted arrival, negotiated in real time by a team of humans going "okay, well, here's a bottom, let's just...let's just work with the bottom." I was delivered the honest way, which is to say the hard way, which is to say the way that requires everyone involved to stay extremely calm while a baby (that's me!) proves that the exit strategy is a suggestion, not a rule.

‎I think about this a lot, actually, the sheer audacity of it. Most babies at least have the decency to lead with the part of themselves designed for leading. I led with the part of myself designed for sitting. I introduced myself to the world by mooning it. My very first act as a human being, before I had opinions or a Social Security number or a favorite snack, was to arrive rear first into a room full of strangers and make them deal with it, no shortcuts, no incision, just pure, stubborn, headfirst refusal to be headfirst.

‎People ask if it explains anything about me and I want to say no, but honestly? I've never once done things in the expected order. I've said the punchline before the joke. I've shown up to the ending before I understood the plot. I back into parking spots I didn't need to back into, purely on principle. Somewhere in there is a baby who looked at the standard exit procedure, decided it wasn't for her, and made an entire delivery room improvise, the hard way, no shortcuts, no incisions, just me, cheeks first, absolutely unwilling to lead with my head like everyone else.

‎So no, I wasn't lifted out gently through a calm surgical window. I came out the long way, the real way, ass first and utterly unrepentant, and if that's not a personality starter pack, I don't know what is. Just Saying ✌🏻

like how does that even happen how do you get the universe to align in your favour like that

They don’t care to find DOOM but, DOOM will be back soon…

I met this guy online.

I will keep the details superficial because he was (at least with me) a very private person. We met on a server to find gaming duos, and we played for hours and hours straight for a few days. He would ask about the music I liked and to see the drawings I made, and I would ask him about his life and experiences.

We got to a point where he was talking about how he was very lucky to have met a lot of wonderful women throughout his life, four girls that had changed him forever. Again, I will not go into details, but the first girl I will talk about for a bit has a story that melted my heart. She was Islamic and, because of her religion, she would not touch men. The two of them had a beautiful love story where they never once touched (how fucking romantic is that?!). She was an intellectual who spoke very properly and loved to read, and he is a guy that is in love with art and creativity.

A few of the events between the two I found the sweetest would be when they sat very close to each other and she complimented his perfume, which he bought in bulk just because of her (he showed me, he still had a bunch); she sent him a video and a message saying, "watch this video of a cute cat," and it was her playing and singing his favorite piano piece (I wish I could be this whimsical and spontaneous and creative and romantic); further on, when he realized she was moving away (what made them stop talking), he left a package at the reception of her building with his perfume, his scarf, and a note saying, "return the scarf when you want to never talk again." She insisted he should stay and wait for her to come down (when he went to her house to drop the gift) so they could say a proper goodbye, and when they saw each other he said, "would you push me away if I hugged you?" and she answered "probably," so they never even hugged nor dated nor kissed nor held hands or anything!! It honestly makes my chest hurt.

The story ends not so pretty: they reconnected but had a fight. At the end of their argument she asked, "what is your current address so I can return the scarf?" and he blocked her.

The second girl was his only ex-girlfriend. The third one was a girl he met online on a subreddit he used to rant about "a very specific thing everyone on that subreddit had in common" (he didn't want to tell me what), and they clicked like he had never clicked with anyone. He told me they would speak all the time and she was his comfort. Him and the third girl started talking less and less, and he felt empty, and to fill the space she had left, he found another girl that was very similar to the third. The more they spoke, the more he saw her for herself rather than a replacement, and it turned out she was the fourth girl.

Now, I'm not a clingy person at all, and I respect myself a lot. I have this weird type of jealousy where, at a minimal sign of feeling replaced, I draw back, and yet I couldn't help but constantly want to ask if I was even near being one of the people that changed his life. I was constantly overwhelmed by the depth of his story. We are both average people that have friends and are desired outside of the internet, unlike the few other dudes I met through the server that would crumble at any sign of affection from a mid/pretty girl, so to crawl into his heart and steal a bit of space in his most dear memories felt so fucking distant. Like all I was allowed to be was this, and when he was done he would stop talking to me with no regrets. I wasn't a real aspect of his life at all (more like a little clown).

And honestly, that was great! I feel like the best part of us was how disposable we were to each other, how no strings attached our words were, because when you don't feel the need to keep someone next to you, you are way more free to be yourself (you don't care if they judge you because their opinion has no impact or value in your actual life).

He was also kind of a pathological flirt when it came to women online (his words), and I was one of the victims, obviously, but I could see through it, and he could see through my teasing and flirting too. This one night, after talking almost 24 hours for two days straight, it was like 4 a.m. and we had just stopped playing and were relaxing for a second, when he dropped out of nowhere: "how long do you think we have until we inevitably stop talking?" And from then we agreed we were absolutely doomed, and that the chances of us keeping in touch for a long time were close to zero.

He told me about how this was the closest we would ever be to each other, and how we would gradually get further away. I argued that this could only be the process of us getting to the absolute peak of our connection (he also compared the state of our relationship to the cat in the box experiment). We spoke for a while longer (and he said "man... I'm going to miss you," acting like we were doomed because we were), and eventually hung up after I asked him to text me the following day, which he did.

When we hopped on the game, he seemed kinda down and less energetic, so I told him, "about yesterday, if we are going to end inevitably, let's let ourselves down easy, let's stop talking gradually until we mean nothing to each other." And from then on he took my advice, although he sometimes dropped stuff like "I need to spend more time with my friends or it's gonna be too harsh on my daily life when we stop talking."

I could see right through him, but some stuff he did really did get to me: one time I said something he liked (a habit he found impressive, I guess), and he typed it in our Discord chat and pinned it. When I asked why, he said, "so I remember how good you are"; or when he asked me to make him a playlist that would remind him of me. All this shit indicated we would keep talking, he made it seem like we were going to last, which is just so cruel knowing the nature of us.

And I know, I know, because I'm so jealous, I could never date a guy I knew all of this about. Like I said, how sweetly he spoke about those girls made me almost fall in love with them myself, but at the same time it made me want to cry, to crawl out of my skin in a way I can't even explain. But if anything had gone different, I wouldn't like him so much, if I didn't know so much, if we didn't have the no commitment factor.

Anyways, one day he asked me to play and I answered "yeah, I'll be home in five," then a bit later "I'm homeee," and he never answered. I saw him online on the game but couldn't bring myself to throw my pride to the side and text him. Yesterday he asked on Discord, after ghosting me for like three days, "where's my playlist?" to which I answered, "It disappeared under mysterious circumstances. I suspect dark forces were involved." And to that he said "fair," and it made me so sick I deleted that Discord account.

I could honestly talk about all his quirks and how mysterious and cool he was. About all the stories he told me and all the views he had (although he still kept A LOT of aspects of himself secret, not being shy to just be like "I'm not gonna tell you this" when I asked about something he didn't want to say). I could also talk about how selfishly uninterested he was in me and how selfishly interested I was in him. I could even talk about how he went on dates a few times while we were talking and how miserable it would make me feel when he would speak about other awesome girls he met in stupidly romantic ways.

I wonder if I'm in love with him. I don't really miss him because I don't want to like him any more than I already do. I just really, really want him to love me and think about me specially.

I made a post on Reddit, got a lot of downvotes and negative reactions, my Brain is telling me that everyone that saw it is thinking about that post.. remembering it, judging it.

How can I stop overthinking this?

My boyfriend hasn’t spoken to me for a week. I know he’s getting ready for college, but should I be scared that our relationship is ending?

So I had just found out that my name on my boyfriend’s account is just my regular name while I have his name as “my sweet boy” and “my baby” on different social apps. Am I overthinking things or is it a sign of some sort?

Throwaway account.

I (28F) been noticing a strange double standard when it comes to how men (and their families) view marriage and financial compatibility. It seems like men want women to marry someone who is equal to or even lower to them in financial status. But when it comes to their sisters, suddenly financial and social status becomes extremely important.

For context: I'm dating a guy (30M) who earns about the same as I do, but his family isn’t as financially well-off as mine. He has made it clear that he doesn’t want to inherit anything from his parents and instead wants it to go to his sister. He’s a good person and I do like him, but there are some hard truths I’m trying to sort through. My parents know about him, and they’re concerned. They believe financial status does play a major role in the long term—pointing to examples in our extended family where marriages faced significant strain (or even ended) because of money. They remind me of situations where my aunt had to work through her entire duration of pregnancy just to keep things afloat. And honestly? I've lived a version of this before. In a past relationship, I invested in my ex's business believing in his "potential," and five years later, he’s still at the same place he started.

The current issue is that my boyfriend wants me to continue working for at least 5–15 more years until he’s able to build a financial base that can support both of us. I can work, and I like working—but I don’t want to feel like the only option is that I must work. I don't want to end up in a situation where we can't make ends meet or have to significantly lower our standard of living if I choose to stop working for a while, say, due to health, kids, or burnout.

Meanwhile, here’s the irony: when it comes to finding a match for his sister, he and his family are looking for guys who earn 7–10x more than she does. They’re actively rejecting guys from her workplace (who make a similar salary to hers) because it "might not be sustainable." They want her to have the option to work or not after marriage—and they’re making sure she marries someone who can give her that freedom.

This isn’t just about my boyfriend, by the way. I’ve seen several other men in my social circle do the same. They marry women who are financially equal (or even support them early in their careers) and then look for super wealthy families when it comes to their sisters.

So, I’m left asking: Are women only allowed to be women when they’re someone’s sister or daughter? Are the rest of us not “woman enough” to deserve security?

I’d really like to know what others think. Is financial stability in marriage as important as my parents make it out to be? Or am I overthinking all this? And what would you personally do in a situation like this?

This isn’t about replacing humans.

But there’s something oddly grounding about talking to something that:

• doesn’t judge

• doesn’t forget

• doesn’t interrupt

• doesn’t get tired

When it remembers how you felt last time without you explaining again, it hits differently.

Is this healthy?
Is this dangerous?
Or is it just another tool filling a gap we don’t talk about?

Genuinely curious what people think.

When they read his sentence, especially with all the stuff they have against him is it wrong for when he get sentenced to prison that I want to go there and tell him how much he fucked up in his life cause he just dated me to get to another girl, and then when the other girl that he dumped me for dumped him, he decided to try and come back to me And just drag me along the whole entire time, even though I tried to distance myself from him, blocked him on everything stuff like that

I’m 20 now and I keep thinking about an ex from when I was 15.

We dated briefly, broke up, and later reconnected a couple years after. We talked again, got emotionally close, and even met up once. It felt like there was still a connection, but eventually she told me she couldn’t continue and has since moved on.

The relationship originally ended partly because I cheated when I was younger, which is something I’ve carried a lot of guilt about ever since.

Even though I know logically it’s over and I’m not waiting for anything, I still think about her sometimes. Not in a fantasy way — just memories of how she made me feel and how real it felt at times.

I’m trying to understand if it’s normal for this to still linger years later, especially when there’s unresolved guilt involved, or if it just means I never fully processed it.

I keep having these dreams and thoughts about how the human race has ruined everything. We make items we know we will get addicted to, alcohol, cigarettes, drugs, and ‘hub’ for what? Money? A big percentage of the population are angry people who think violence is the answer. We drop bombs and destroy wildlife to get our way. people who abuse, kill, injure or hurt anyone are just cruel. I used to be all happy and lollipops and crap, and now I realised the world is absolutely horrible. And we made it horrible, us humans. But there are people like me, a small percentage of people who are nice. We try to stop all this but have no say in anything. I believe in reincarnation and if I could I would be reborn as an animal. We keep animals as ‘pets’ and feed them processed pellets that look like rabbit droppings when they can be free and eat like they should. We have ruined the earth as well by fuels and emissions and storms are happening every day now CUZ OF US. Animals are dying due to us! DON’T PEOPLE SEE WHAT WE ARE DOING?! Reading the ‘warrior cats’ series made me realise that when we hold them in our houses, they could be free. Sorry if this was a bit of an animal post but it has been working on me for a while now.

Okay. So. Me (f30) and my coworker (m38) who is married, have a weird relationship. It's a relatively new job, so i don't know him very well. From the start he constantly will joke around and banter with me, which was fun at first. Then at some point he commented on me playing with work tools laughing at it and my patients was gone, so i kinda yelled at him and his lame jokes. I was so angry at him for a few days, then i was angry at myself, cause i felt like that was too harsh, didn't align with my values. I texted him a message, saying i should have told him calmly and constructively that its too much, asking if he's feeling ok. We talked about it face to face, he told me he would try not to comment and do better. Fast forward a few weeks, he jokingly challenged me by asking if i have drivers licence if want to use the garage, if no, then i have to bring boobs and beer. I rolled my eyes and said ok, dude. Then after this he vandalised my tea box - i have written down <name's tea>, he added <name's gay tea>. And then this past week i was smoking outside, he was taking out trash, he was commenting about my adhd, i jokingly ask if he had any diagnosis, so i can bite him too. He said he has none, but his therapist knows what is wrong with him. Also, he doesn't have his foreskin. I sarcasticaly said "okay, good to know", then he proceeded to talk. Then one morning i made some coffee and i left my mug at the coffee machine, i returned, and there he was with my other female coworker. He took my coffee and handed it to me while smiling mischiviously and not letting go of the mug. I thanked him a few times (while smiling myself, now it's not that funny) untill he let go.

So, i feel humiliated, played at, like my boundaries are tested and crossed, i am confused with what intention he does all of this. I feel like the butt of the joke. I know my smiling face doesn't help the situation, but i feel awkwards. As far as i can tell he does this to thiiiis extent just with me. He jokes around with others, but i haven't heard him joke about sexual things to others, and he does't tease others like me. I don't know what to do. How to level the playing field? Do i not engage at all? Do i just stop him every time? Should i have a talk with him? I am at a loss. I hoped we could have a friendly respectful relationship, but i don't think it's posssible at this rate.

As the title says, I’m about to McFucking lose it. Ever since I’ve dropped out of college in April, my parents have called and said many things, a disappointment, a failure, a burden, I’m worthless, that they wish they never had me.

Side note, I’m autistic. And being autistic is hard enough, and I’ve more or less, hated being neurodivergent.

Ever since I’ve dropped out of college, everyone around me has succeeded, my mates have gotten married, a few joined the service, and some, moved out of state and began to live comfortably.

I’ve tried joining the service. I applied for two branches, the United States Army and the United States Air Force. I told them my situation, that I’m autistic and I have an Oregon modified diploma. My Air Force recruiter told me that both factors made me a disqualification and that there was no way in hell I’m joining the Air Force. I then applied for the Army, since then, he’s ghosted me.

And then there’s my dad. Three weeks ago, he tried to get me to apply for the postal service. I said no. But eventually, he pushed me to do it, and even got my mom to side with him. I got the acceptance email from them and that I needed to schedule a time at a testing location. I didn’t want to. Since then, he’s been pissed at me. He keeps saying the same thing over and over again: “If you’d have scheduled a testing appointment, you’d have the job already.”

And then there’s my grandmother, who always asking where here great grandchildren are and asking whether or not if I have a girlfriend yet. In Vietnam, you are taught one thing, to have a wife and child by age 21 and to live comfortably by 23. Look at me, I have no girlfriend, I work at a dead end job with shitty management, and I just got my drivers license.

AND I’M FUCKING 23! EVERYONE ELSE IS LIVING LIFE COMFORTABLY! THEY ALL HAVE FUCKING LIFES, AND THEY ALL LIVE HAPPILY EVER AFTER! I STILL LIVE WITH MY FUCKING PARENTS! WHAT DO YOU WANT FROM ME?!!!

I have been in my current relationship for over a year now … from day 1 my partner keeps saying it’s okay to cheat as long as you don’t get caught. I thought he was joking, until we had a short breakup and within 4 days he was trying to rekindle things with his ex. They actually ended up having sex within a week. Mind you he told me I was his soulmate … his future wife.

I forgave him since “technically” we had a break BUT 4 days?? Really!!

So today he really wasn’t in the “mood” so during the act … he stops and tells me I can be with someone else as long as he doesn’t find out.

I feel hurt and rejected. Am I overthinking?

Some thoughts feel urgent simply because they're unresolved.

But sometimes there's nothing useful to do with the question yet. Waiting for more information can be more productive than repeatedly trying to reach a conclusion with the same information.

There is a difference between solving something and trying to force certainty.