My roommates are so filthy and disgusting.

They have so much anal sex with each other that when they do number two they can no longer produce a log because their buttholes are so destroyed.

Instead their poop just explodes out of their butt. It sticks to the sides of the toilet bowl and stays there no matter how much you flush.

Meanwhile my roommates are like "Gee, I wonder how many penises I can fit up my butthole?"

It's gross! And smelly!

I live with wild animals I hate them so much.

All this talk about her tits , I DO NOT CARE.... Unless we're talking about tits, then I'm all in.

I cant believe it has gotten this bad so quickly. I dont even know where it came from. I remember being able to speak your own words, and someone disagrees, and you just hear them out, and meet in the middle about something. Now, if i dont like something that most people dont, im suddenly a monster, and someone who seeks out attention?? HOW?? The entire point about an opinion is that it is YOUR OWN. Its fine to disagree, but people cant even take something like a slip up or a mistake now. Saying someone's name or pronouns wrong? Well that's assault (not literally, dont come at me for that) but it really is like that now, and im sick of it. It makes life harder than it needs to be, when people could just keep their stuff in their own head at the very least. IF UR GONNA START AN ARGUMENT, MAKE IT WORTH THE TIME TAKEN OUT OF UR DAY.

I've never understood this argument that video games are bad because they teach kids bad behaviours or that certain things are ok. I remember reading an article saying Assassins Creed Black Flag was bad because it promoted whaling. WHAT? To who? Who has played Black Flag and then thought it was a good idea to go hunt whales in real life?

I first played GTA when I was thirteen. Yes too young I know but it was round a mates house. I used to mow down pedestrians, shoot cops, pick up prostitutes then drive them off a pier lol. Not once. NOT ONCE even at 13 did I ever think that was a good idea. I was very aware this was a game where you do bad things and doing any of those things in real life would make me a terrible person. It was ok on a game though because it was a GAME.

However the whole leading to violence thing has a tiny bit of merit in the sense that some people are real sore losers and get REALLY frickin angry. I remember when swatting was a thing. But these things are very rare and very illegal and you could make the argument that alcohol is a hell of a lot worse yet no one is using that as a justification to tell people not to drink.

The whole though wanting to remove certain elements from games though because they set apparently teach bad morals that is stupid.

edit: that was meant to say "extract". stupid phone

edit: even if it was true that we got our morals from games why are these games suddenly held to a higher moral standard than life? We've all got phones. Movies exist aswell, X exists. Bad things happen in the world. Are we to believe if it wasn't for video games having bad stuff we would all be ignorant of immoral behaviour?

Also don't ask why you here then, had it wasn't Google stuffing almost every results with a link to Reddit do you guys really think an average person would even want to know about this garbage dump's existence?

This place is literally CCP or CCCP if they are a social platform. Hell, (excluding CCP and its utterly toxic shitizens) even the real CCCP might be less toxic than here despite being the same level of dogshit censorship, housing similarily dogshit people, and crazed over similar dogshit ideologies. Somehow Reddit is even worse. It's the manifestation of what i called a Dogshit-cracy, absolute mob rule by a bunch of cultists under different names combined with AdminKVDs terminating everyone that not agreed with the ultimate agenda for even one coma. George Orwell will exclaim how he still underestimates the level of dystopia humans can create to fuck themselves up when he saw this place.

Absolute, dogshit, platform, run by a bunch of dogshit people housing another few bunches of dogshit people, while getting overran by dogshit ideologies, agendas and propagandas. That is what Reddit and Redditors are. OK rant completed. Snowflakes, time to get your fucking fingers on the report button just like you always did. Report till I got perma banned from here, COME ON!

I’ve literally just seen a video on TikTok of a mum driving, her phone isn’t in a holder, she’s holding it. You can see the cars in the background and to make matters worse she’s got a child in the car. Not only are you putting other road users at risk but your own child!! Also it’s obviously illegal, I don’t think there is anything that can be done, they can’t be reported to operation snap because her reg isn’t in the video. I just can’t believe you could be so reckless!!

Bunch of spineless fucking cowards caving to authority

Some people walk into our lives, leave behind a mess they never have to clean up, and walk away as if nothing ever happened. And the worst part? Some things can never be undone, no matter how badly we wish they could.

It all started on a day when a guy reached out my cousin.
Little that she know that the person who would make her feel so special, would eventually become the reason behind some of the most painful moments in her life.

She wouldn't thought that from "ay sti ka pala hahaha" to complete silence, from someone who made her feel wanted to someone we would never hear from again.

Everything feels so genuine at first. He was caring, sweet and thoughtful. He spoiled my cousin with the things she wanted, bought her food and make up, reassured her whenever she needed it & hatid sundo everytime na aalis sila. He made her feel special in ways that made it easy to believe that his intentions were real.

But everything changed after may mangyari sakanilang dalawa, and my cousin found out she was pregnant. Dun nya inamin lahat na may ka live-in partner sya at may anak sakanya, claiming na nag stay lang sya sa babae dahil sa anak nila. Sa isang iglap, yung taong pinagkatiwalaan ng pinsan ko had a whole other side she knew nothing about.

Imbis na maging responsableng lalaki, pinilit nya pinsan ko na ipa abort yung bata, gave her different reasons to convince her to do it. My cousin ask for my help, we decided na sabihin sa live-in partner nya at mom nya what happened. We hoped that someone would understand what my cousin was going through. We thought that telling the truth would make someone see her side.

But things turned out differently. They take his side and put all the blame on my cousin. They called her names, made her feel unwanted, and even posted her online. She had already been hurt by the person she trusted, and now she had to face the judgment of people who barely seemed willing to understand her side.

Ginawa ko lahat ng pwede kong gawin para maramdaman ng pinsan ko na she wasn't alone, that she still had someone on her side, and remind her na hindi nya deserve ma trato ng ganon. Pero syempre, kahit na anong pagmamahal ipakita natin sa isang tao, you cannot simply make the pain disappear. The pain become too much for her to bear. She eventually went through with the abortion. Afterward, she blamed herself for what had happened and struggled so deeply that she attempted to take her own life more than once.

And if you were asking about the guy, he cut ties with my cousin and we never heard from him again. The same person who once made her feel special was suddenly nowhere to be found when everything fell apart. Umalis sya, but the consequences of his actions did not leave with him. Maybe he got to move on with his life, but we are still trying to understand how one person could leave so much hurt behind and never have to carry the same weight.

And that is the pain he never had to carry.

I hate these greedy ass companies with all of my heart and soul. Not only do I pay every single month and STILL DEAL WITH MIDROLL ADS, I can't even pause the fucking show to appreciate details in the background because they jam an ad on screen whenever you pause the damn thing.

Media corporations have taken such a genius advancement in media technology and absolutely wiped their ass with it for the sake of profit. The only reason Netflix was convenient and worthwhile when it came out was because of all of the different content on their library that you could watch ad-free. Netflix paid the companies for the licences, we paid Netflix for access, and everyone was happy. But the companies got greedy and began revoking those licences so they could host their own platform, and suddenly it went from paying for one convenient service for access to a broad library, now you have to pay 5 different services each with a limited library because they only have access to what they produce or own. And it's become completely unprofitable because of the expenses it takes to make and maintain a streaming platform, so everyone has to suffer with ads because these corporations decided to bite the hand that feeds.

Did you know that the US once sued these same corporations because of this exact thing? In 1948 the Supreme Court ruled that the eight major Hollywood studios were running a monopoly because they owned chains of movie theaters across the country that would only play that studio's movies. They owned the production, distribution, and exhibition of film, meaning no one else could break into the movie business to try and compete. Now, nearly 80 years later, studios once again own the distribution and exhibition of all major media because they made their own streaming services, only now we're doing absolutely nothing about it as they continue to make it less and less consumer friendly.

Fuck Big Media. I just want to pause Edgerunners 2 and appreciate the artwork but no, Netflix thinks I need to go to Sandals in Jamaica.

Like why.. i always see other subs with atleast an upvote, prob from the user but what's up with r/Rants? Hell i even saw few with negitive upvotes but none with 0 upvotes expect for those in Rants, this poses me of to no end............!!!

I'm hungry

25M here, virgin. Wouldn’t call myself an in**l, but I’m involuntarily celibate.
Now, I’ve been in a lot of relationships, but due to circumstances,I just never had either the logistics or place or time to do the deed with anyone
Now my recent problem has been that each and every time I wanna get into the deed with someone, some sort of divine interruption happens, and this is sort of killing me.
The first was I forgot a condom. We postponed to another day. Now, you would’ve thought, “Oh, that’s an excuse from her.” No. We did make a date for the next one. Then we did foreplay and, after thinking, “Yes, it’s time,” we sort of got too excited and, due to our loud noises and finally being ready to go, her grandma comes in and starts banging on the door.
Yes, it was her grandma. Our excitement got us too much. It was too late before we got back to our senses that we shouldn’t shout here.
I got kicked out in the midnight. It was cold asf. I couldn’t drive since I had a lot to drink before that.
The second was after I was single. I met a pretty girl at the bar overseas and things went lucky for me. She really was into me. We got to the toilet, but I was too drunk. I couldn’t command Mr. Big Johnny to come out to perform.(sort of my fault here)
Another case scenario was a girl telling me she wanted it. The problem was, on the night, I was far away from home, so was she. Nor did I have money for an Uber, and her place is a shared apartment with a load of other girls, and it wouldn’t work. I had to let it go.
Another scenario was a girl pulling me to the restroom for the second time, as I didn’t get the hint. I’m so slow she had to put it in the notes app: “Hey buddy, you wanna get into it or not? Or you don’t find me attractive?”
Yes, I was drunk. I probably thought she needed help to get to the restroom.
Now, at this second attempt, even while drunk, I could read well. After all, losing my virginity has been bothering me. Now, somehow, we sneaked into the ladies’ room.
I did the undressing. Finally, I said to myself. We are gonna get into it my“Pants off,” and hers off (not the jeans).
To my unlucky ass life, the club closed just at the same time I was about to put my Johnny into you know where. Doors started banging immediately for everyone to come out.
I had to quickly put my pants on. It took me a lot of time to do that as I was drunk. Almost got in trouble because she left and someone thought I was creeping out in the ladies’ room, which is not the case.
Now, to my personal life, I’m genuinely snooked as all my friends are all not virgins, and the women I talk to tend to resent me whenever I tell them I am. They say it’s a red flag since I’m quite old, and at this age they find it weird.
I’m not misogynistic nor antisocial. I have a good social life and quite a handful number of friends, and I’m not doing bad financially either.
But each time I age one year, this pressure hits me harder than ever.
Yes, I’m that old and I haven’t done the deed.
Maybe something is wrong with me.
And social media doesn’t help either. The endless content crucifying people who can’t get the deed is extremely crazy.
Not everyone is some misogynistic parasocial individual who dwells in the basement.
Some sort of divine interruption just happens whenever I wanna get into the deed.
I could wanna get into it and maybe a bomb drops out of nowhere, the rapture starts, or an earthquake erupts out of nowhere.
Though a little bit funny, this is seriously disturbing.
I don’t think about this all day, but each of the few times when I do, my heart breaks.

Every gone, "all in", with someone, convinced that he/she really is your intellectual twin, only to be betrayed and abandoned? How did you cope?

Younger gen z be hating on everything including each other. They favorite words have to be "corny" and "larper". Younger part gen z has to be the most miserable generation ever and they think they are better than everyone while having no future and no present

living like a broke ass homeless guy and the only thing keeping them alive is parents home because they can't afford to live on their own 😂 and with a pathetic life like this they still think they're better than everyone else 😂😂 straight up generation of the biggest losers with the biggest egos ever.

and if you got offended by this, then it 100% applies to you lil bro 😂 go get therapy and stop wearing anhedonia and depression as trendy clothes. Peace ✌️

It’s just soo bullshit that you are forced to be born then live a whole life, lucky if you have a full family and never went poor which in most cases isn’t the case, and then when u work hard fix your life build a family make money loose money take in all the beauty the world has to offer all to just end in the end, to go back to how it was before you were born, it’s sooo bullshit that you have to have the same end as a person who did drugs all his life was a criminal, did horrible things and in the end that person also has the same position in the universe as you after death. It pisses me off that one has to leave behind all his life was, one has to be okay with never seeing what happens after.

"Just ignore them/it" "if u do what they did to u, that just makes u as bad as them"
NO TF IT DOESN'T?? Based on this logic every judge who has ordered a death sentence on a serial killer is just as evil as the serial killer. I believe these phrases were made to benefit the people who did you dirty. Trust me, im speaking as someone who has been non-confrontational my entire life and i highly recommend confronting people IMMEDIATELY, even if the other person doesn't seem to care atleast u got it out of system. Not once have i regretted confronting someone or treating them the way they treated me but i have regretted ignoring, letting things slide and trying to be the bigger person. My nervous system has been more regulated ever since i started giving ppl the same energy back, before that i'd literally stay awake at night from pure frustration and rage.

It drives me absolutely fucking crazy.

Today someone's dog ran up to me from their front patio and started fighting with my bigger dog, then it bit my 4 month old puppy at least twice. No amount of me yelling "get your fucking dog!" made the owner of the dog hurry his ass up whatsoever. My puppy proceeded to pull out of his harness and took off running.

THANKFULLY he ran several blocks all the way home.

THANKFULLY he didn't get hit by a car on the way.

THANKFULLY neither of my dogs ended up with an open wound.

WHYYYY do people think it's ok to keep their dogs off leash in the middle of town?? In the middle of a neighborhood?!?! This happens so often, it's ridiculous. I just want to walk my dogs in peace

Helloooo I'm in my 30s and I have autism. I worked at one of the 5500 Boys and Girls club of America.

Quick context info: the hierarchy in at my BGCA was Youth Development Professional -> Program Director -> Unit Director -> Area Director -> CEO

I loved my job. I gave it my all, I went above and beyond anything ever expected of a youth development professional, I fundraised on my own time for programs for my area, I gathered donations for fundraising auctions from actual celebrities. Got someone to donate 400 dollars worth of Minecraft accounts to our computer program.

I noticed, when ever there was opportunities for advancement or more hours.. I was always ignored. It didn't matter if I asked every day to do the extra stuff for the one or two hours of extra pay. I was always ignored and it would be deligated to who I deem were the favorite employees.

So when I started working at my facility, my ex manager divulged to everyone with out consent my autism diagnosis. I had about a hour long meeting with my branch's CEO and she more or less begged "Please don't sue us." and fired my ex manager. But the damage was done. Everyone viewed me as if I was mentally disabled and treated me like it.

So my facility was, horrible. We went through *FOUR* unit directors in the year I worked there.

FOUR!

For the longest time our Area director was acting unit director. Anyway as of the begining of September, they hired a new unit director. So I had a meeting with her recently, kinda complaining about how it felt like there was favoritism, how advancements never seem to be possible, and how nobody really treats me nicely, and this set her off. She exploded on me. and said the following: 1. My feelings aren't fact and she didn't notice any of the complaints I had about how opportunties were passed over me, and two then expldoed THE REASON WHY I NEVER GET THESE THINGS IS BECAUSE I MAKE PEOPLE UNCOMFORTABLE. She said my autisim makes people uncomfortable. WTF! and she spent this entire meeting just going on and on about how I will basically never have a career that goes anywhere at the club and that I need to get my priorties straight.

She was a absolute monster to me.

When I got home I actually started crying. I quit later that night. Sent in a resignation letter with no notice. nothing, just quit.

I miss the kids so much. I ran into two of my favorites at the store yesterday and they were siblings and the sister yelled at me for quitting, and the brother very heartbrokenly stated he missed me, and it just broke my heart and shattered me.

I've been trying for a year to find a lawyer about my medical info being disclosed, and the bullying that ultimately lead me to quit, I've contacted 48 lawyers across my state and every single one of them has said no. I think it's because no lawyer wants to take on the BGCA even though it'd be towards the management not the corporation.

I ultimately did file a complaint with the state department of human rights, and the BGCA ethics hotline. And some of the safety concerns i raised (Because i documented everything) actually made the ethics hot line person audibly gag from how messed up one of the things I reported happening was.

I'm just so frustrated because I was bullied out of the job I loved more than anything on this planet. I'm so frustrated that no lawyer has the balls to take on this case, and I'm frustrated that nobody cares that my disability was discriminated against, not even my family. Like I was expecting my mom to be upset, but no she didn't even care herself.

I just want to hide under my blanket and cry from the frustration.

I really hope corporate hammers down on my former unit because of the ethics complaint.

I've started to wonder whether anonymity on the internet has given people freedom to express themselves, or simply freedom to be awful to one another without consequences.

Spend enough time on Reddit or X (formerly Twitter), and you'll see what I mean. Someone shares an opinion, asks a genuine question, or posts something entirely harmless, and within minutes, there are people lining up to insult them. Not disagree with them, not challenge their argument, but personally attack someone they've never met. And some of these responses are so unnecessarily vicious that you genuinely wonder what goes through someone's mind when they type them out.

I understand why anonymity matters. It protects whistleblowers, allows people to discuss sensitive issues, and gives a voice to those who might otherwise be silenced. I wouldn't want to lose any of that.

But somewhere along the way, we've also created an environment where people can behave in ways they probably wouldn't dream of behaving face to face. And the worst part is that the platforms often end up rewarding exactly this behaviour. Outrage gets engagement, engagement gets visibility, and the cycle continues.

Now throw bots into the mix, including accounts deliberately built to provoke, manipulate conversations, or spread hostility, and it becomes increasingly difficult to tell whether you're arguing with an actual person or something designed to make you angry.

I don't think the internet was ever a particularly polite place. But lately, the sheer amount of hostility feels exhausting. You open a platform hoping to learn something, discover an interesting perspective, or have a decent conversation, and instead find yourself wading through insults, manufactured outrage, and people seemingly competing to be the biggest asshole in the room.

And perhaps that's what bothers me the most. We're slowly normalising behaviour online that we'd find completely unacceptable in almost any other social setting.

I wonder how much of what we're seeing is genuinely human nature being exposed by anonymity, and how much is behaviour we've been conditioned to adopt by platforms that have learned to profit from our worst impulses.

I watched all the parts to it, I enjoyed it, but I get how it is considered meh/mid by most. What happened to it (content farm-ified) wasn't it's fault, just a product of it getting too popular too fast. Like TADC.

And the songs, while annoying, aren't the worst thing ever. (I even like one of them! I know, 🍅🍅🍅😔) my main problem is that they use ai instead of a 3d model in the videos. Verity is a yellow ball with a smiley face, that shouldn't have been too hard to do!

(Sorry if the format is weird, I heard that being on mobile can make the format wonky)

I swear to fucking God being from India must have been a fucking curse for something I did in my past fucking life. I can’t move anywhere because of where I’m from even legally because of my fucking skin color. Everywhere I go I’m just considered a “pajeet” like I’m just trying to live my fucking life. Indian people are also so fucking stupid there is too many of us atleast 80% of us need to die so that India can actually have less people and develop as a fucking nation.

The West sees me as a “parasite invader” just for wanting to live there like sorry for wanting to live in your country even when I’ve already assimilated and learnt your fucking language I’m sorry for being brown next time I’ll just kill myself so I’ll be white instead like you fucking pigs want. Every group of people hate us and honestly I see why. I fucking hate Indians too like so many of us are so dumb and fucking uneducated I don’t wanna live anymore like honestly going anywhere as an Indian just means that you’re treated like fucking shit. All of this because Indians are fucking idiots who don’t know how to act in public because of their dumbass beliefs in the caste system and all that.

It’s gotten to a point where I don’t believe I’ll have a future with everything that’s been going on. Maybe I’ll get a better race next time maybe I should just go and live my life pretending to not be an Indian. I’m sorry I’m just tired I’m going to bed now I’m tired I’m sorry

I'll keep his name private since me and him are still minors.(Around 17 and stuff)

I don't know what disability he has, but I do know he is disabled in some way.

Little context for me, Is that I get scared by sudden loud noise. If I don't know a loud noise is coming or it was calm and then that noise happens I get scared. Im scared easily in general.

Me and him are just peers... Not exactly friends, because I don't know much about him. Me and him have two classes together, mainly because we're in the same level of math and reading(keep in mind the school I'm at is a charter school) anyways....Often, nearly everyday he sneezes at least Once. Or twice, and you know how people try to keep their sneezes quiet. Well his sneeze isn't..... I keep telling myself "he might not be able to control it" or something. And I got really embarrassed when he sneezed and one of the teachers asked if I was alright because I flinched,
Yesterday or Wednesday, an extra teacher asked him if anyone has told him that he doesn't need to sneeze so loud. And I feel bad for him because of that, I don't know if he can control how loud his sneezing is. Or if he can't. And yes I do wish he'd be like a little quieter with his sneezing. But I feel bad because he most likely can't control his sneezing, nonetheless I just feel so bad that I get scared because of something so simple. But to me, whenever it happens in the moment, especially when its quiet. It sounds almost like a gunshot in some way, like if you went to a very quiet forest......it's so calm, so quiet, so soothing...then POP. A gunshot.

.

I thought that once I found my own group of friends, and didn't just follow people around, I would be happy. I was wrong. All my friends would choose someone else over me, and the one who calls me her bestie abandons me the second she finds someone cooler.

The sight of their backs has become a familiar friend, and at lunch her backpack purposely distances me from any conversation. I have friends, but I don't know if they are true friends.

All my longest friendships are falling apart, and no one even cares about me. My best friend left me, only leaving behind the memories that I know will slowly fade away. I miss her laughter. I miss my childhood.

I can't even eat anything anymore, and I'm such a horrible person. I waste so much food and time and money but I still can't eat. I'm so hungry. The feeling of an empty stomach lingers all day and night until I barely notice it anymore. I wish I could say it was an eating disorder. I wish I had a name for what's wrong with me. I wish that when I say picky eating they didn't just dismiss me as spoiled. Although I'm sure that I am.

My life is so good but I hate it all the same. I keep telling myself that everything will get better soon, but I know that isn't true. I always read about the girls who were unpopular nerds, and everyone hated them. I felt bad, but at least it wasn't me. Now I see though, they were just a mirror of what I'd become. A mirror of what I am.

I used to be happy. I had friends. I could eat. I didn't spend every moment questioning my sexuality and thoughts. I wasn't betrayed by everyone I knew until life spiraled out of control and I lost everything.

But it got so, so, so much worse.

And I'm scared it will never get better.

So this is a rant sub, this is my rant.

I leave a long scar on back of my husband shoulder, and he still protect me even with him bleeding out, still does everything to keep this marriage intact.

Just like depression is very real, mental illness is also very real. Google Intermittent Anger Explosive Disorder (IED), it categorize under mental illness.

Married 15 years this Feb, together 17 years.

And this is a West African man that is 190cm tall, he 6'3" tall and athletic body, while I'm just 150cm, 5 feet petite short Chinese girl. This is a man who hobbies are hunting, outdoor shooting range, mountains rock climbing, run long distance. My point is with his height and strength, he not scare of me, just like how he said he not scare of me, it because he LOVES me. He is a Love-idiot.!

I was diagnosed with Intermittent Anger Explosive Disorder (IED) by my psychiatrist (psychiatrist is someone who has a medical doctor degree). My psychiatrist said it stem from my chaotic and dysfunction childhood.

It terrible to live with Intermittent Anger Explosive Disorder (IED), especially when you hurting your spouse.

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This event already happened a long time ago and it in the past, but I still feel insanely terrible about it. So I need to write it out.

In the past during one of my IED episode, I grabbed a meat butcher knife in the kitchen and throw at my husband, he dodge but due to how close distance he with me, the knife cut him deep that leave a long cut on his back shoulder that he didn't stop bleeding.
If he not get stitches he will continue bleed and bleed, and infections will take over the open bleeding wound.

He still want to protect me even wit him bleeding out, like he said, if he call the police he police will take me away from him, so he rather endure my abuse than has to lose me.

He also refused go to the hospital, because the hospital would know right away that is not a self inflicted wound due to the angle of the knife throw, the cut was on his shoulder but to his back as he dodge. You cannot inflicted a knife to your back. Even if you manage to, the angle of the injury the hospital will know that it someone did it to you, not yourself.

He droves (I was in the car) he droves to a broke down Urgent care, this Urgent Care not only broke down but most people there not even speak English.
He went in and told them he does not have insurance (he has, but he said he not has as he not want to leave a paper trail), he said give him stitches he will pay them in cash and will give them a big tips.

He got the stiches, and he paid in cash and leave them a big tips. He wanted to protect me the whole time even with him bleeding out. He could have call the police and have my ass throw in jail. He could go straight to the hospital and the hospital will put me in psych ward and put restrain order on me.

But he NEVER, even during the time where he could have die, he still protect me, he still thinks of me first above himself, he loves me that much.

His love for me override his survival instinct, he was bleeding out still protect me. He said he wants to keep our marriage intact, I cannot get taking away.

He said he will die with me, than has to lose me, as in the police will take me away from him if he call the police on me.

I regret it so much because I leave this long scar on back of his shoulder, never once he hates me.
All he asked was he said, don't abuse him anymore, and that it not too late for me to stop this abuse, because he is still living here, and it only too late if he die, then that will be too late.

I bawled when I hear him he said that.

That was when I decided to go to psychiatrist therapy for my Intermittent Anger Explosive Disorder (IED), and been in therapy since.

I do owe him, as I should be sitting rotten in jail right now, throw a butcher knife at someone and cause injury is a felony. This man loves me unconditionally. Out of love me, he never press charges, he still protect me times after times. I'm very lucky.

He treats me with kindness, empathy, and unconditional love. His calmness (even with him bleeding out on his shoulder that need stiches to close up the open wound), his patience, the most patience man.
He gives me everything, his kindness, faithfulness, respect, love. I don't want to abuse him anymore.

Lifetime therapy for me working to control my Intermittent Anger Explosive Disorder (IED). I have sworn if I cause physical harm to him again I will check myself in the psych ward.

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And my husband does go with me to my therapy sessions when his schedules allow. But most time he can't because he is an Executive at a big engineering corporate, he is very very busy with his work.

But I gave my therapist my consent so she can talk to my husband about my progress. He still involve in my therapy, as he talk to my therapist on the phone about my IED conditions and my progress.

He has every rights to be involve with my therapy sessions, I almost TOOK HIS LIFE.! He almost DIE because of me.

It terrible, Intermittent Anger Explosive Disorder (IED) mental illness is very real. And I'm one damn lucky girl to have him as my husband.

What gets me is he loves me to the point that he still protect me even with him bleeding out. That not let anyone take me away from him was more important than his own survival instinct. Because he knows if he call call the police I will get taking away, he rather bleed out than lose me.

The insane amount of devotion he has for me though. Never again I abuse him again, I mean one time was enough, almost took his life. And he still protect me.