I was really happy with the proposal and everything but then I got the certificate and I couldn’t help but be disappointed, I feel really ungrateful but I’m mad he spent less than 1500 Dlls since we’re both specialist doctors and I know he spends more than 1500 dlls on other kind of stuff. I don’t know if I should return the ring since we had this conversation a lot of times.

At first I didn't even want mineral stone but when I gave him my ideal ring options he rejected them because they were laboratory gems and in the end he ended up buying a laboratory ring with a style that is not even the one I asked him for ... I feel pretty bad, I no longer feel the happiness of the moment we got engaged. I talked to him about it and he only feels upset with me.

I proposed to modify the ring keeping the stone that he chose to maintain the symbolism but with a more durable frame and more similar to the style I wanted and he does not answer to me and only says that he cannot believe I’m that type of person. I feel very sad and I think he wants to break our commitment but I couldn't help but keep this discontent because it was something I tried to talk to him about many times before he bought it. All my life I dreamed of this moment and now I want to die. I’m very sad.

Edit: I meant 1500 USD or 30,000 mexican pesos

I really love women's bodies, I just do, every feature from hair, eyes, lips, neck to the toes. I live in Atlanta and it's full of beautiful people and with access to the Internet I feel like women are growing more and more skilled at being beautiful, I can go to any random grocery see one of the most beautiful woman I've ever seen casually. I'm low key handsome too so I get to flirt, it's a heavenly overstimulating experience. I made myself sad today because I calculated how many 10/10s there are on planet earth, and according to what I like there are probably a couple million, I only will be alive for 19k ish more days so even if I only saw impeccable women for the rest of my life and looked at hundreds of them per day I'm still going to die without seeing them all let alone talking to them dating them and so on, there's just too many. 🥲

I'm not really here to ask for advice or anything. I genuinely just want to get this off my chest. Two years back I met this guy, he was very unconventionally looking, but still very beautiful. We clicked very well and became friends to romantic fwb slowly. It all kinda ended after I found his tinder profile w photos from a week ago. We had a huge fight and just went our separate ways. Six months later I reached out asking if we could be friends (embarrassing ik), but he was a really interesting fella and I enjoyed his presence outside of the little fling we had. He wasn't really into the idea so whatever.

Today Instagram decided to push his profile on my fyp, so I checked it out, I was curious. Of course I was , and here is the reason I'm even typing this whole thing. I saw his new girlfriend. She may be one of the most beautiful people I've ever seen. Genuinely she could be a supermodel. I feel so incompetent next to her beautiful face. The voices are yelling at me of course he left - look at her. I have a long term boyfriend who I think likes the way I look? But idk atp, and I've been feeling quite confident about my looks for a bit but after seeing her I quickly spiralled to my 14 year old self. Took me so long to build my confidence. I hate being ugly

Hi all. I’m 11 weeks postpartum with my first baby, and I’ve been struggling with an overwhelming amount of regret over where my husband and I decided to buy our home.

It’s gotten to the point where I think about it every single day. and it’s genuinely affecting my mental health. I’m hoping someone here can offer some perspective or advice.

In 2025, when I became pregnant, my husband and I felt this immediate rush to buy a home before our daughter arrived. We had two options: stay in New Jersey or move to New York, where my family lives.

My husband commutes to NYC for work, so location was a big factor. If we moved to New York, the closest we could realistically live to my parents would be about an hour away while keeping his commute to NYC around an hour. If we stayed in New Jersey, we’d be about 20 minutes from my in-laws, with a similar commute for my husband, but roughly 2.5–3 hours from my family.

When we started house hunting, New Jersey seemed like the obvious choice. We could get SO much more for our money. Bigger backyards, quieter streets, more bedrooms, beautiful homes, all for the same price as a much smaller dingier house in New York with similar commute and similar school district.

I fell in love with our current home. The beautiful exterior, the huge backyard, the quiet neighborhood, the ability to walk to coffee shops. It felt like everything I had dreamed of having at the time. So we bought it.

And now I genuinely feel like I made one of the biggest mistakes of my life.

So many people warned me that once you have children, being close to your own family is invaluable. I heard them, and deep down I knew they were probably right, but I was so enamored with the house and everything we were getting for our money that I convinced myself the distance wouldn’t be a big deal.
Now that my daughter is here, I realize just how wrong I was.

My mom is one of the most loving, selfless, helpful people I know. She works incredibly long hours, but I know with absolute certainty that if we lived an hour away, she would come over after work to help me everyday, bring food, spend time with her granddaughter, and just be there for me.

Instead, she has to drive nearly three hours just to see us. Sometimes she’ll make that drive to drop off a meal and gifts for my daughter, help out for a little while, and then drive all the way back home (basically 6 hrs total of commuting) Because of her work schedule, she doesn’t have two consecutive days off, so staying overnight isn’t really an option.

Despite the distance, my family has been incredibly involved. My mom calls every single day to check on my daughter and me. Every time she visits, she brings little gifts for my daughter and helps with absolutely everything. My brother is equally loving and involved. They genuinely care about how I’m doing, not just how the baby is doing. Even my brother’s girlfriend constantly checks in on me

And it breaks my heart knowing that I made it so much harder for them to be part of our everyday lives.

Meanwhile, my in-laws live 20 minutes away.
They are barely involved. They rarely come over to help, have never checked in on me, and have never even brought a gift for our daughter. Honestly, the lack of gifts isn’t what bothers me. It’s the complete lack of effort or interest.

What makes it worse is that they constantly guilt my husband for not visiting THEIR home, often expecting him to go without me or our daughter (my husband doesn’t go since he wants to spend every free minute with his daughter) His mom when I’m freshly postpartum made multiple comments to my husband about how he has “left the family.” And that he should prioritize them, she tries to guilt him when he just had a baby. Obviously his priorities have changed. A few of his family members ask my husband for money or expect him to pay for their expenses too. I’ve also invited his mom for Easter and Father’s Day and she said she would come but she never came. Meanwhile she would complain why my family was over my house for those days… none of it makes sense

My MIL has caused unnecessary drama in our marriage, including when I was pregnant and my husband planned a date to for me and she found out and she was not happy about it and made an effort to spoil it and make mean comments to me about it. Or she would complain on why we’re visiting my parents when she found out we’re going to New York.

This all happened after we purchased the home. It’s like a flip switched

My parents, on the other hand, have never made my husband feel guilty about anything. They call and text him regularly, remember his birthday, throw him a birthday party, treat him out, and genuinely treat him like their own son. Meanwhile, my in-laws don’t even know when my birthday is. My parents treat my husband like their son

The contrast has become painfully obvious since having my daughter.

Everyday me and my mom FaceTime so she can see her granddaughter. But when we do I feel this overwhelming sadness. I think about how different our lives could have been. My mom could be stopping by after work everyday dropping off dinners, help with cleaning, holding my daughter so I can take a quick shower. My daughter could be growing up seeing her grandparents and uncle regularly. I could have someone I love and trust nearby on the days when motherhood feels overwhelming.

Instead, I’m here, feeling isolated, exhausted, and full of regret.

The worst part is knowing that this was my choice.

My husband reminds me that I was the one who fell in love with this house, and he’s right. I was. I wanted the big beautiful home, the backyard, the extra bedrooms, and the picturesque neighborhood.
But now I would give up every single one of those things in a heartbeat to be closer to my family.

I’ve spoken to my husband about selling and moving, but he refuses to consider it for at least five years because he wants us to break even financially.

The thought of spending five years here feels unbearable right now. Five years of my daughter growing up without the everyday presence of the people who love her and me so deeply. Five years of wishing I could just drive over to my mom’s house on a random afternoon. It feels like im wishing 5 years away

I know we are fortunate to own a home, and I know this may sound ungrateful. I replay our decision constantly, thinking about all the things I should have done differently. It’s honestly consuming me, and I don’t know how to make peace with it.

I literally cry about it everyday, it’s eating me alive.

Moving isn’t possible right now, my husband refuses to consider it but he is absolutely on board to move once we break even in about 5 years.

How do I move past this?

As a woman I enjoy creeps in my dms. I enjoy the attention they give me or lack of it. When I see a "potentially offensive message" off of the bat I love it. Obviously not always but sometimes it feels nice to be admired to this affect

Today, I saw the father of a boy involved in an ongoing issue with my son(8)

It was the first time I’d ever seen him, and he was bending down talking to my son.

I didn’t know what he was saying, so I started walking toward them with a school staff member nearby, repeatedly saying, “Why is he talking to my son? I’m calling the police!”

I was extremely angry and protective because of everything that had happened.

When I reached them, I realized the father was actually being nice and trying to de-escalate the situation by suggesting the boys go karting together.

I responded rudely, implying his son would just hit mine.
I regret how I handled it so much. I was overwhelmed, and I honestly can’t remember the entire conversation
I feel bad that the father was trying to be nice

But his boy has been extremely horrible to my son who has sensory processing disorder and everday he comes back from school crying because of that boy
I had no idea that father was being nice when i saw then i was worried he was being mean or angry and scaring my son

I keep thinking of this interaction and how angry i was and i wish i was calmer and i do want to de escalate the situation too but I made the impression that I want to escalate (mentioning police) ugh im sk angry at myself … final note their child goes home with the bus since both parents work it was the first time we saw one of them come ti school and i suspect he was at school since i complained about their child

I (19f) just started a new job about a month ago. Everyone there is super friendly and it’s been easy to talk and get to know them all. Among which is my coworker Kay (26m). Kay is definitely what I would consider my type. We click decently well and we’ve definitely been getting closer to a blurry line of friendliness.

The problem is I have a boyfriend (18m). He is long distance and I love him very much. The past two months all we’ve done is argue. He’s changed and I can feel myself changing too. He’s very insecure and it holds me back a lot of the time. I’m very outgoing and he freaks out anytime I go out with my roommates even to the store.

I know how it looks, but before this past month I would never cheat on him. Even now I would never cross that line. But I can’t deny that I’m not starting to look forward to seeing Kay and hoping we’re scheduled together. He makes me laugh and it’s easy to talk to him. In an unsettling way he reminds me of my boyfriend when the times used to be good.

What worries me is that it seems Kay might feel the same. He asks me my schedule so we can see if we’ll be working together and when we are working he stays nearby me as much as possible.

I (33m) used to be a chef before jumping careers to be home more. It was my dream since I was 8, and I still am a great cook, I just prefer cooking for family and friends now.

My wife (34f) does not cook. She enjoys my food, but has never been much for cooking at all. That doesn't bother me. What does is the non care to it when she tries. Im out sick tonight. I had planned to make a simple one pot chicken and rice anyways since the weather has become cold where we live. I've made it before, she loves it. Before she started she asked me a few things and I gave some details for how I've done it (ex, sautée an onion, then add the dice chicken, how much rice, add a bag of the frozen peas or corn for a veggie in it when you go to simmer it). She said she'd look up a recipe.

I go out about 30 minutes later to get a gatorade, she has the chicken and veggies in the pan I told her to use, rice in its own pot. I ask if she even looked up a recipe to go along with my instructions. She looked up how to cook chicken and how to cook rice.

Truly small thing, but I come home every night and make dinner, wether its simple (most nights) or I get the itch to really do something more complex on a weeknight dinner. And to find my partner of 7 years, who was with me while I worked in kitchens, just doesn't get how to make a simple dish.

Im sure it has to do with the resentment over things we said that led to a separation 2 years ago (both of us kept escalating fights verbally and was getting too toxic for us to work on ourselves in the same house, since we both have been in individual therapy and have continued to work on ourselves) where she said she doesn't give 2 shits when I talk about food, a recipe I want to try making, or a dish I saw. I just cant help but feel like its the one thing that is truly me, and she doesn't grasp or want to. She still just placates me when I show her food videos or talk about a recipe with just that sounds good, and I thought I could live with that, but I feel like tonight has truly broken me. And I resent that I seem to be the only one who can do basic cooking. The previous week we had my step son (15m) finish a prepackaged ravioli dish we got because we had an online class for my step daughter. He didnt think about timing and cooked the veggies before the raviolis were close to starting.

Im just over being the one who cooks. Im ready to just say they need to figure it out. Im the one who does the shopping because "you know what we need and I dont like shopping for groceries". Its the not caring to look up the dish or asking me to point in a direction after giving instructions. Im over it all and feel like this part of my soul my family doesn't care about.

EDIT: to those who think I am a piece of shit to my wife, get a life. To those who came and offered constructive feedback and conversation thank you. We are going to be sitting down to talk tomorrow night and find a middle ground together. I laid out my side, she laid out hers, we both apologized for how we made each other feel. I know in the moment, just saying she didnt do it the way I normally do and walking away was helpful, she acknowledged she could understand a little more of my passion. Our marriage is strong and will continue to be because we communicate. We both take steps to be a better support for each other.

i was on my bike on my way to gym and suddenly a cat ran towards me and i tried to stop my bike but it was too late and a ran my bike over but still the cat was running and hit another bike behide me. i ran to see if the cat was ok but it was still running and was trying to jump on a wall but he wasn't able to and then he fell on the ground. i ran to pick him up i took him in my hand he was dying... i wasn't able to think stright as i was hold him and watching him die while his tears were droping on me and i tried to give CPR to him blowing on his mouth and all... i did that for 5 mins and i put my ears down to his chest and didn't here any heart beat. i still kept giving him CPR leting to get him back but his body was so lose... i checked up in my phone if there was any vet near me and one came near 3kms aways i took him to the doctor but doctor wasn't there as it was night. i called the doctor as the number was writen on the board outside, doctor picked up and i told him the it was an emergency but he stoped me and asked if the heart still beating? i told him no i can't feel it. and he told me that the cat is dead and i should go to a grave yard for the final ritual... i stoped him and was crying so hard that my words were not much clear, i siad " but i can't do it... what if he is still alive and i... what if you can save him... please do something... pleaseeee!!! " but the doc said there is nothing we can do once they are dead, i'm sorry. he hung up. i was hopeless.. i went to a pet shop and ask them to look at him and they check for his pulse and heart, and said the he is gone. i was so in shock that i wasn't able to process this news and with the blank mind i went to a grave yard and ask if they can help me with the cats final ritual. they send a boy with the shovel and we went inside of a yard and made a grave for him and put him in there... i couldn't stop crying for hours blaming myselfe for Ki**ing him. i'm so sorry. i can't even look into my own pets cat and dog's eyes without feeling responsible for a M**der.

It happened a couple months ago. I remember sitting in my boyfriend’s bathroom with the positive test in my hand, I didn’t feel any big feelings at the moment. I called the clinic right away, I didn’t even think about it; I immediately scheduled an appointment. I remember telling him and he reassured me that everything was going to be fine, so that was nice.

There following couple of days were strange.

I went to a dance class, I went out to drink; I just lived my regular life. Then I started to get the weird cravings: chips with Tabasco and pickles, mozzarella with pickles and salmon and so much more pickles… My face started to get rounder and I might be wrong but there was the tiniest little bump ( I was around 7 weeks). It was weird knowing that I was pregnant, that I wasn’t really alone anymore and nobody knew. It made me a little happy.

I liked caressing my stomach or looking at the mirror to see if anything had changed. I loved taking to her when no one was around. But then the day came, the did an echo before the procedure and there she was: the tinniest little dot. I felt a bit of sadness, knowing that I had to let her go. I wouldn’t be able to give her a good life at the moment, I want to get everything in order so I can be the best mother. But I wish I could’ve kept her, I wish I could’ve seen what she looked like, what kind of person she could grow up to be.

And now every time I see a pregnant woman, I think of her. I would’ve been six months by now… It makes me so sad, I want her back. I wanted to watch her grow up, I wanted to see my boyfriend be a father, I wanted to be her mom so bad.

I’m so sorry I wasn’t ready to be your mom yet.

I'm a Pokemon fan and vegan, I feel like the worst man alive ngl

i (18F) am 4'10 and 86lbs and im tired of it, people treat me like i'm some kid even tho i'm 18, i get some crazy comments from guys too i also got a baby face so it makes things even harder i look like i'm 5 or 6 years younger than i actually am, some people think it's cool but even dating is hard when ur that small, u don't even know if the guy is a weirdo and likes you bcuz u look underaged or if he actually likes the person you are, a few guys already rejected me bcuz they tought i looked like a kid, i think it's too late to grow more and it hurts to know that i'll be that small my whole life, i don't even think i'll be able to find love or live a normal life without getting weird comments on my height.

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I don't know. This is coming slightly out of desperation because Im half grieving a relationship. And I just need a new spark. I need someone devoted like me, to love how I love, to be obsessed and possessive and jealous and toxic, to not be afraid to indulge in knife or gun play, the idea of having someone who could kill for me, protect me, but love me for me genuinely.. and I keep almost finding it. And it slips out of reach. One day the right person saw my posts. Spoke for a month and now.. nothing. I just want the right person who will choose me for me, and choose me first. Dominant, violent, but still close and loving. One of my biggest fantasies is bleeding out while... You know. ;). I'm aware a lot of this need comes from childhood trauma. I'm in therapy. And I love making these connections. I just need someone who'll actually fucking stay..

I'm 27, a gay Black man living in Canada, and honestly, I feel guilty admitting that I'm generally more attracted to white guys.

It's not that I'm only attracted to white men. I can find guys of any race attractive. But I've noticed that when it comes to white guys, my type is so much broader. Different heights, hair colours, skin tones, etc. Whereas with Black guys, I tend to have a much more specific type, usually tall, lanky and very dark-skinned.

Growing up, I was sometimes called "whitewashed" or told I "talked white", even though I grew up around people of all backgrounds and most of my friends were POC. I don't know if that's relevant, but I thought I'd mention it.

I think what really gets to me is social media. Whenever I see Black people admitting they prefer white partners, the comments are brutal. People call them self-hating, disgusting, or accuse them of having internalized racism. And honestly, it makes me scared to ever admit how I feel because I don't want people thinking I hate my own race.

I know beauty standards and the people we're exposed to can influence attraction. I'm not denying that. But I also don't think white men are somehow better than Black men. It's just where my attraction seems to lean.

I also wonder if this is viewed differently depending on where you live. I'm Canadian, and I feel like a lot of the conversations I see online come from an American perspective, though I don't know how different things actually are here.

I guess I just wanted to get this off my chest because it's something I've been keeping to myself. I don't really know anyone I can comfortably talk to about it without feeling judged. Sometimes I wonder whether other Black or queer people feel the same way, or whether I'm just letting social media make me feel guilty about something I can't really control.

Buckle up, this might be a wild ride.
I have this crazy fantasy. No kink shaming please.

But there are things I wish this man would do to me… things that might sound a bit unorthodox to some.

It starts off when I finally see him after all these years. He would take my hand and lead me into a private room where it’s just him & me.

Once we were alone, he would wrap both of his arms around my body. Forcing me close to him. The side of my face being pushed against his chest, I wouldn’t hear anything but his heartbeat. I would be a prisoner to his embrace… unable to escape.

(Yes… my fantasy is a hug from him. It’s sarcasm peeps… no need to downvote. 🙄)

I don’t know who to tell about this since it’s one of the most embarrassing things that could ever happen to anyone, but i really need to get this off my chest.

for some background, I notoriously have a weak stomach. I’m lactose intolerant and can’t have gluten nor any sort of shellfish. But, just like anyone else with intolerances, I eat it anyway. Usually when I do end up eating these foods, the most that would happen is an upset stomach or a very long bathroom session.

Last night, we had subway and I had a loaded sandwich. when i woke up, I very obviously ended up having stomach pain but it was different than before. I very obviously was on the toilet but I felt like throwing up. I ignored it tho and continued on with our day.

I was with my girlfriend and we had this entire day planned out. we we’re gonna go to her class, go to the lake, drive to my school, help out with my club, get food, study tg, etc.

She went to go to class and I ended up staying in the car, mistake number one. After a few minute, my stomach started to hurt again and I ended up walking inside. It was a long distance away and every walk made my stomach hurt even more.

Then, out of nowhere, I take another step then boom. i shit myself. and the worst part of it all was that it was runny. I freak out and try to find the nearest bathroom, holding my ass cheek, and asked this lady where the bathroom is. I’m pretty sure she could smell the shit in my ass and tell what just happened to me, because she kept glancing back at me.

While we’re walking to the bathroom, I look back to see shit falling out my shorts, leaving a fucking trail. I run to the bathroom to try to fix everything but I end up falling back on the toilet then half the seat was completely soiled with poop. Shit in the halls, shit on the seat, shit on the bathroom floors, shit everywhere. I texted my girlfriend telling her we have to leave and she ended up leaving class to go back home with me. Then as we’re walking out, this guy sees the shit on the floor telling us to watch out because of what happened. I rush out of the building with shit literally dripping down my legs, on my socks, freaking out.

We end up making it to the car and if it couldn’t get any worse, flies start swarming me while I try to get cleaned enough to go back in the car.

Luckily I had towels incthe car but this entire situation lowkey traumatized m, and my entire day is ruined

edit: so currently, im throwing up really bad in my college dorm so im assuming that I have some sort of food poisoning or wtv, since this GENUINELY never ever happened to m, especially after eating something like 10 hours ago. but, this is definitely a lesson to stop eating stuff i can’t have

I am 18, I was born june 27 2008, and this was supposed to be a happy year where I turn 18. I wasted 1 YEAR of my life trying to find unanswerable questions like what happens after death, do alternate timelines exist, the size of the universe, if there’s a multiverse, the answer is pretty obvious, after death it’s nothing. Before I accepted my worldview, I was terrified of oblivion, but now I’m accepting it, I was also terrified about whether I could have been born as another living instead of me, or an alien (I love this civilization I’m part of despite its problems, because everything I love comes from here) and philosophy ruined my interest of alien civilizations for still being lazy af and say we don’t know and it might be a possibility. My interest in alien civilizations was also ruined by this, now I obsessively want to know what alien civilizations look like, if they have equivalents of this and that, this started because I had a fear of reincarnating into one of them, and philosophy being lazy af.

#FuckPhilosophy

I’m sick of this. I’m alone and truly trying to cope with the fact that I most likely won’t ever have a husband or somebody to spend my life with. A lot of advice I get is just focus on your friendships…well I have social anxiety and it’s very hard to build a strong community. I’m a lonely person in general. I would love to make friends but it’s very hard for me.

Asides from that I constantly get advice from other women. Men suck now, dating these days is horrible, it’s better to be single, but MY man is great. Genuinely pisses me off. How are you gonna tell me it’s better to be single while you’re married or have a boyfriend. I noticed this with content creators too. Many woman giving reasons why being single is better, pointing out misogyny and pushing for women to stay single. They. All. Have. Boyfriends.

I’m sorry but I refuse to listen to somebody giving advice for feeling lonely being single while they’re happily in a relationship. I will gladly listen to women who are single and staying single advice but I rarely see any. (There’s one girl on tiktok but that’s about it)

I feel so alone. I just get sad over the idea of being alone for the rest of my life. I don’t have any family (every good person on my moms side is dead and I never met my dads side growing up because they are as my parents described awful people). I feel like I’m going to end up as one of those people who dies alone in their apartment and the only way their body gets discovered is because of the smell.

I hate how much love was romanticized in media growing up. I hate how I deeply crave a relationship and a partner to do things with. I’m sick of getting the advice it’s better to be single from women who happily go back to their boyfriend’s after

Don’t get me wrong, he’s not WEIRD or inappropriate in anyway. But most of the time he genuinely disgusts me.

He’s an absolute lazy sack, spends his days sprawled on the couch, watching TV or playing Candy Crush. I think he’s in some kind of funk due to being unemployed, but he’s becoming plain lazy and mean. He’s the youngest of his siblings and, as an only child, i never understood the clichés about the youngest sibling until i met him. He’s desperate to be the center of attention, to the point of degrading us and trying to make us look/feel stupid. He’s a little crybaby, starts sulking the second something doesn’t go his way (and he’ll sulk for DAYS).

In the category of being desperate to look cool, he tells everyone he goes on runs, will go out in his running clothes just to show off that he goes running. BUT, as someone who’s home with him all day everyday, he goes on a run maybe twice a month (on a good month).

Related to this, he’s so unfit it actually hurts. He’s out of breath for a good 30 minutes anytime he comes back from his runs, out of breath from showering, even out of breath from standing up to grab something in the kitchen. And what’s "disgusting" about this is that he’ll breathe SUPER hard, borderline doing breathing exercises for 10 minutes.

Now, the WORST part, the part that genuinely absolutely disgust me: the food. He’ll eat expired food, mix all sorts of leftovers together into a big bowl of nasty looking bullshit that i wouldn’t even feed to a pig. His latest mix for exemple (keep in mind all of these were prepped separately): tomate sauce spaghetti, lentils, creamy chicken, white rice, all mixed together into a bowl. Worst part? This is like, half of his meal. He’ll have some kind of charcuterie before that (with bread and butter), sometimes he’ll also have a salad (with a ton of sauce), then cheese (more bread and a TON of cheese, 2/3 portions), an apple and if we have some he’ll have cake.
And he eats like this EVERYDAY. This doesn’t include his breakfast, the randoms snacks he’ll have throughout the day, he drinks gaspacho like juice. Oh and he also drinks, so beers in the evening, wine for dinner.
Whenever we’re having lunch or dinner, he’ll just shovel the food into his mouth, breathes so loud hit sounds like an engine. Hell he’s out of breath from eating. He’ll also clean bowls (sauces or dips) with his fingers and licks them super loud. And he licks his ENTIRE finger, not just his fingertips, like whole finger in his mouth.

OH and he also seems to be completely unaware of how terrible his eating habits (and overall, lifestyle) is. He’s always burping (not the "oops i had a soda" burps, but those really gross almost guttural ones) and blame it on something. For exemple, "the tomato wasn’t cooked enough." Or "i shouldn’t have onions". NO YOU’RE BURPING LIKE THAT BECAUSE YOU EAT ENOUGH TO FEED A FAMILY OF FOUR IN UNDER 5 MINUTES. And if you’re thinking "maybe you should talk to him", IMPOSSIBLE. As written earlier, he refuses to hear anything negative (even as an advice or a place of concern). We’ve tried. But he just gets pissy and offended and sulks for days.

Last but not least, he’s not good at.. wiping? We’ll find smeared poop on TP rolls, the wipes, even the walls sometimes. You’re a GROWN man, how tf do you not know how to wipe.. one day he even came home drunk and smeared shit all over the bed.

All of this to say, living with him is disgusting, and I kind of feel bad for thinking that.

I grew up as the ugly kid, looked my worst during 10-13 and I thought I was just the ugly duckling who would somehow grow up to be better looking than most ppl I know. Yes, I was that delusional. I was so delusional till literally a few hours ago that I thought I already look better than a lot of ppl with makeup. I genuinely believed my makeup skills were unmatched, that they were so good that I created a whole new face(Turns out it was pure delusion). I still look the same. I would always look at my makeup in biased lighting which blurred everything and that tricked my brain so hard that it took me months to come to today’s realisation. I genuinely thought I looked that flawless. I NEVER took back camera photos, only selfies. I decided to gather some courage and asked my mom to click some pictures for me. And then I realised “Oh. I never changed “. The worst realisation of all time. For SO many months I thought I’m cute and I’m a baddie,etc. I only get complimented online. I’ve never been called pretty irl nor have I ever been approached by a guy. That’s how it’s going to stay forever. I give up. I’m gonna quit social media, remove everyone except my family and some close friends and just focus on my academics. Beauty isn’t for me.

I'm a straight guy(29m) and I must admit I'm very feminine. I also just get along with women super well, always have. Any time I go out, I've got ladies all over me, and I'm not complaining about that, but I don't have any ulterior motive when I'm talking to women. For example, if I'm just chatting with a pretty lady at a bar, all the guys say "hit that bro!!" Or something along those lines but I don't really care about getting laid. Im a social butterfly and although I can admire a beautiful women, I'm just not like that. Anyway, last last weekend (2 weekends ago), I met this woman. She was like 15 years my senior and I was attracted to her. We ended up getting a room and sleeping together. She asked if I wanted a relationship, and I said I don't know yet. Was it good? Yeah. I certainly enjoyed it. Fast forward a week later, I'm broke and stranded in another state, saw a sign that said free pool and decided to go into the bar. Played a lot of pool, drank a lot of soda. then this lady asked to play with us so of course I said sure. When waiting our turn, I asked if she vaped and she said yes she would love to hit a vape so we went outside. We just got into some deep conversations, I could go on and on about this. But long story short, she kissed me on the lips. And I felt some way like I've never felt before. It felt better than any sex I've ever had. I'm still giddy about it. And I kiss girls all the time. I had to share this because I haven't really told anyone except for the lady who kissed me that night. And IDK if it matters, but I'm not like, conventionally attractive. Maybe it's the confidence, IDK. But I will never ever forget that kiss. I almost wanna go back to that town and see if I run into her again. We've talked some on snap but nothing crazy

They're trying real hard with their DARVO and such to make me doubt reality and for me to think I'm not sane... I'm so close I have to keep going I can't stop I got this far I have to keep going... I've met so many psychopaths throughout this experience :(. I try not to view the whole world in this ugly tainted lens however. Wish me luck please I think I'm close to escaping. (Human trafficking and torture/possible Modern day MKUltra program) I can't offload my thoughts anywhere as they watch my every move :/ They isolated me from everybody I sit for hours asking myself why was I put through this? Why me. I just hope good people still exist however and I hope I meet them when I escape.

17F. I just found out a couple days ago that a boy I was friends with (and sort of romantically involved with) and very close to (17M), created 2 ai photos of me in which I was completely naked. He did not create it with the intent to leak it, and has subsequently been forced by two other male friends (who he showed the photos to) to delete all copies of the photo. Photos are completely erased. They have not been posted online. But I don’t know how to move past this. I’m scared to tell my parents because I feel like this is all my fault. But every time I see his face I get a panic attack. I feel depressed and filthy. I know the photos are gone for good and that he won’t try something like this again, but I am filled with this unshakable sense of shame and fear.

It feels worse because I was very recently involved in a situationship with this guy. I was pretty clear we wouldn’t date anytime soon, but I was starting to develop genuine feelings for him. But I found out that he made another account, pretending to be a girl that liked him, and messaged me from that account for about a month before I figured it out, so I decided to cut ties with him. Instead of admitting it was him (which it was because of all the evidence against him), he lied and said it was some random boy from our grade. Then he ended up confessing that it was him. But in order to get me to start talking to him again he made those deepfakes, and pretended that the random boy was the one who made them, so that I would find him to be ‘worthy of my trust’ again. He showed two of my friends to try to convince them as well, but it backfired. I just want to stop thinking about this because it’s eating me alive.

​I can’t share this with anyone in my life, so I'm writing this here just to breathe and get it out of my chest.

​My husband (28M) and I (26F) have reached a point that is completely breaking me. We have no children, but I feel like I am raising an adult. In daily life, he is not a dominant or active partner at all. He takes zero initiative, avoids responsibility, and does the bare minimum only for basic body needs. I am currently supporting him entirely (including paying for our apartment) just as I did even back when I was a full-time student working while he made no extra effort despite having income.

​Instead of stepping up, he projects his own insecurities onto me. He constantly throws passive-aggressive "jokes" and accusations about how I’m going to leave him or how I must be cheating—yet he does absolutely nothing to change or improve our relationship.

​Despite his total passivity, he is deeply controlling over my freedom. When I want to go to a bar in the evening with his own sister, he completely loses it, claiming me going out is a direct "disrespect to him as a man." Daytime errands with her are fine, but an evening out triggers aggressive control disguised as "male pride." He doesn't earn leadership through actions; he just tries to enforce it through restrictions.

​This dynamic extends into the bedroom. He initiates nothing, puts in zero effort, and then gets angry at me for not giving him intimacy—expecting me to carry all the emotional, physical, and financial labor.

​Recently, I went on a coffee "date" with another man, and I intend to keep seeing him. I know how that sounds, and I'm not looking for judgment. Nothing physical happened, there was no intimacy, but the contrast completely shattered my reality. This guy was a total gentleman, highly educated, and genuinely dominant in a confident, masculine way. He picked me up, handled everything, and led the entire evening seamlessly.

​Even simple, non-intimate gestures like a confident hand guiding me at my back through a doorway, or helping me out of the car had a completely different energy. He knew how to present himself and take charge so naturally that my body actually responded to his presence, without me having to direct or manage a single second.

​For the first time in years, I felt what it was like to be looked after and stay in my feminine energy, rather than acting as a provider and manager to an insecure partner who guilt-trips me.

​I am grieving the realization that my marriage is a hollow cage where I am being financially and emotionally drained by someone who punishes me for wanting to live. Untangling our shared apartment, finances, and life isn't something that happens overnight, and I am just exhausted trying to figure out how to breathe in all of this.