I went out walking and came across an injured or what looked to be an injured baby opossum.

I picked it up and brought it home and made some phone calls to see what could be done. The little guy is sooooo freakin cute and it really broke my heart to see dog walkers letting their dogs sniff it and potentially attack it when it was clearly scared and its chest was beating rapidly.

It’s safe now with me and I’m just waiting for wild life to come and get it while its sleeping or laying there.

I took some photos and a cute video of it yawning and decided to share it with family and coworkers.

When I shared it with this one particular coworker that I’ve been crushing on for months, he said “my dog just killed one in my backyard”

And nothing else.

I immediately felt all my feelings for him die in that moment. Not just because of the level of insensitivity, but the callous nature to not even understand how emotional it was to find this baby scared on the sidewalk…

I’ve loved animals since I was a kid and I refuse to accept that level of unkind behavior from anyone let alone let alone a crush. Just… wow.

In the UK, working with a summer school who want to post pictures of the children who attended onto their website. Communicating via email of course.

Me: "I have the photos, please send us a form confirming that the parents consent to having these photos posted on the internet for marketing purposes only."

Them: "yes we have the parents consent"

Me: "that's great, can you send me a copy of the consent forms"

Them: "oh it's fine, the parents always love seeing their kids on the website doing the activities"

Me: "that's great, can I just get a copy of the form"

Them: "the parents always complain if they DON'T see their kids somewhere lol"

Me: "I'm sure they do lol. Can you just send me a copy too as it's a legal requirement"

Them: "Oh we don't have copies, but the parents never complain"

Me: "Ok, I can't let you upload these photos without the parents consent. We could all get in a lot of trouble"

Them: "Oh but the parents are always posting pictures of their kids on facebook, instagram or making AI edits"

Me (ignoring my issues with all that): "Well great, but I really can't send you the photos until the parents sign consent forms"

Them: "Our marketing team really need the photos up ASAP so we can advertise for next year's summer school"

aaaaaaarrrrrrrrrggggggggghhhhhhh

Edit: I didn't realise I'd get so many questions as I was mostly just venting. This is a summer school, not a regular school, it's got 2 members of staff. I'm also not the person who took the photos, I am just liaising for my company with these very helpful people

I work at a fast food restaurant that is owned by another company. A lady comes in and asks me for a burger and fries, and she is on the phone with someone, and she's going back and forth between talking to me and her friend. And she says "yeah I didn't know this company and that company were sister companies" and I said "yeah that company owns this company" and she says "mhm that's what I said thanks for listening to my conversation" like I was a baby. Maybe if you weren't on your phone 2 feet away from me we wouldn't be having this issue, if you don't want people listening to your conversations get off the phone, I genuinely thought she was talking to me when she said that, if your gonna talk to a person who's trying to do you a service, it's completely rude to be on the phone talking the whole time, I understand if it's an emergency, but she was just giggling and laughing, it wasn't urgent you could tell.

I wish I was born a girl. I hate being this way. I've met so many wonderful people since coming out, but the pain of dysphoria isn't worth that. My soul hurts because this was never supposed to be my body. It just hurts so much.

Even tho I've met so many new and great people, I've never felt more alone. I feel like an outsider everywhere I go. I feel so alone.

I'm sorry but I need to vent about something dumb. I have a small pantry where I keep my meal prep and some canned and shelf stable food so that I can try to keep my food costs down. At times it involves canned meat of any variety. It was at one point in life, affordable. Less than $2. Now a can of spam is more than $5. What is the damn excuse for a can being $5? That's more than the fresh cuts of pork from the same damn grocery store. Armortreet is getting there too but it's $3 at the moment which is already too damn high. I get canned and smoked pork for shelf and fridge stable meat that was affordable. This shouldn't be as expensive if not more than fresh cuts

I'm 15 years old and my own mom seriously called me a "pig" for eating snacks (she was already in a bad mood and exploded on me after I spilled a cup of water and made a mess which I APOLOGIZED FOR) When I'm underweight because of malnutrition and multiple chronic health disorders... And then, she turns around and says "WHY DON'T YOU EAT MORE" and gets mad if I skip ONE meal because I'm having literal diarrhea from stomach issues 😭 Dude. 😭 How am i pig when I'm built like a fucking STICK dude. How? I'm gonna cry. I eat full 3 meals even when I'm in digestive pain and am trying to improve my health and eat well and she does this shit.. honestly really hurtful, I'm used to her cruel comments but this time I'm really sad when she knows how much I struggle with food :)

Everyone (like doctors) acts as if I have an eating disorder even when I DID NOT, and it's to the point i feel like i'm starting to develop an actual ed (out of pure spite at this point) or at least disordered eating because of this shit, but not because i find myself ugly or WANT to be thin, I actually hate my body SO MUCH because of how underweight and thin I am and I hope I can gain weight and get better. it's just that my relationship with food is terrible because of my digestion issues. idek anymore i just want the pain to end

I was in the bathroom, my dad said that I needed to come out, so I came out and he started berating me because one of my trampoline springs launched out of the mower (not even hitting him.) and he said “if I see one more spring on the ground I’m gonna throw it at you as hard as I can, and I’m taking it to the scrapyard.” (It was a present to me from my grandma.) then said he wishes I was dead because then he wouldn’t have to deal with this.

This isn’t the first time my family has been scummy to me, a few days ago, my dad called me a pussy because I sprained my ankle at a trampoline park and forced me to walk on the sprained ankle.

Then probably a few weeks ago, my grandma (my dads mom) sat on my $150 ipad 6 and broke it, and when I told her, she didn’t even apologize and just shrugged it off, that same day she condoned my dad pinning me to the ground by my neck and threatening to break my skull open in April.

Also one time in 2024, my dad found out I was extremely depressed so he handed me a kitchen knife and encouraged me to end myself. So yippee I’m glad I have such a loving family.

i want a close friend. a boyfriend/girlfriend. intimacy, emotional or otherwise

in my mind, its a well-kept secret. i don’t want to admit that level of vulnerability

it’s embarrassing, but par for the course for my age demographic—always, that’s the response i find

but the more time passes, the more i feel this way, the more i am convince that there’s something inherently wrong how i behave, how i speak. . . my brain, my thoughts. . . who i am

it makes me want to throw away all ambitions, all dignity; why shouldn’t i live a life of hedonistic self-objectification if it’s the only thing that has pried me away from this misery

I feel like I’m always giving giving giving and no one cares about me it’s exhausting. My sibling has been having a tough time so he’s been staying at my room I have been staying with my gf so it’s ok the room is empty he needs it more than me
Now my gf wants to take the key back because she doesn’t want be coming back whenever I want and whatever and I can’t go back because it will wake her up and she has to wake up early basically trying to be like my house my rules she knows what’s going on so I left because I didn’t want to sleep yet but now I can’t go back because she’ll flip out if I wake her up and my brother is in my room am probably gonna sleep on my own couch but like I’m just tired like I just want to rest in a bed and she decided to do this now I just feel like I’m stuck I want to shower and honestly I’m just tired of her she wants to boss me around and nag at me all the time quite frankly I’m over it at this point I just want my room back but my brother has nowhere to stay and he is going to find a place soon but damn dude I feel like she’s kicking me while I’m down and it just makes me really want to end things with her like this is how you’re responding to me wanting to go see a movie ? I can’t come back because it’s too late ?

It’s bullshit

TW: description of tinnitus causing incident and child abuse.

   I grew up in a physically and emotionally abusive household. My mom was the worst but my dad took part, too.

   As a kid, I used to go hunting and fishing with my dad. He was pretty good about gun safety and taught me the importance of hearing protection and how to handle guns safely. I only liked to shoot at targets and just watched when we would go hunting. 

   One day when I was 11, we were walking through the snow to the hunting shack to hunt for deer. We had only walked about a 100 yards from home when I realized he hadn't given me the usual headphone ear protection today. I stopped and said, "Hey, we forgot my hearing protection." He paused, then said, "It's fine, we'll be careful. You don't really need it." I was anxious and asked to go back for it, but he was adamant that I wouldn't need it today and it wasn't worth going back to the house. Because I was 11 years old and too trusting, I believed him and followed to the hunting shack.

   We sat in the shack for around an hour until a deer showed up. It approached from my side, making the best shot for it at that moment be through a side window close to my head. My dad could have waited for the deer to continue walking its path until it was in front of us and the main windows, but he didnt. He signalled for me to hold still, aimed his rifle in a way that the chamber was less than a foot away from my head, and fired.

   I heard an immense "BANG" that rattled my fucking skull, followed by the loudest ringing I've heard in my entire life. It was all I could hear. Everything else sounded tinny and far away.

   My dad had missed the deer. The ringing and being unable to hear shook me so badly that I was crying and insisted we go home. My mom laughed at me when we got there, no one took my pain seriously. I cried the entire night and couldn't sleep - and I was terrified I'd never hear again. It took 3 days for the ringing to finally subside to a moderate amount and I could hear a bit better again.

   I eventually asked my dad why he had shot so close to my head. He said it was "the perfect shot" and clammed up on the entire subject. Well, his perfect shot fucking missed. I never went hunting with him again.

   Over the years, the ringing faded gradually and went up in pitch, and now at 23 years old I'm mostly able to tune it out. It's still bad and gets worse at times, and I've had many breakdowns and sad moments about never being able to hear silence ever again.

   When I was a kid, I was way too trusting of my parents. I didnt realize how bad this incident was - outside of how terrible it was to experience - and saw it as an accident. As an adult, I look back on this in a new light. I cant help but think it was intentional. My dad definitely understood gun safety! Why the hell did he tell me I didn't need hearing protection? Why the hell didnt he wait for the deer to move to a much cleaner shot? They didnt even bring me to a doctor, not when it happened and i begged to see a doctor, not when i got older and asked to see a hearing doctor because the ringing was driving me insane.

   So many "accidents" in my childhood either I realize or my friends point out were not actually accidents but were child abuse. It makes me so sad every time a funny memory turns out to be lil me getting purposefully abused or neglected, or I remember some new fucked up thing that happened. I wish I could go back in time and save lil me. I wish I could afford therapy.

   I could write a book about the intricacies of my fucked up childhood. I just needed to vent this one story out today as my tinnitus has been terrible this month and it's been on my mind, making me angry.

  I cut contact with my parents and most of my family when I was 17 and have absolutely zero regrets. When i think of my parents, i get physically nauseous and want to puke. Doing much better without them in my life. Anyways. Thanks for reading

I’m a young mom with a 4 year old son. Me and his dad were together and I chose (joint decision) to join the military with the plan that they move with me.

Here we are 9 months later, me and my husband have split up so them moving here won’t be happening. My son stayed with him and his mom since that’s where he’s been since I left for bootcamp in January and I have no help in my new city.

I had this child every day of his life until I left to boot camp. This sweet boy has been my entire world since the second I found out I was pregnant(he was an accident, me and his dad were not together at the time. Somewhat related).

They came to visit me throughout the month of August. They went back home August 26th. I don’t know when I’ll get to see him again.

I feel so empty. I think about him all throughout the day, every day. I hate doing stuff because I see him there with me. I go to the beach and I see him asking to go play in the water. I go out to eat and see him sitting across from me. I go for a drive and I see him asking to hold my hand and calling my truck “mama’s monster truck”.

I hate being home. It feels so empty and I get so anxious. His clothes are gone. His toys aren’t all over the floor. His chocolate puff cereal isn’t in the cabinet anymore. He’s not following me around or there to say “mama look” and then give me a goofy smile until I smile back.

I feel empty. I cry on a daily basis. I regret ever joining the military. I joined because I was struggling to find stable work. I’ve never been financially stable my entire life. But if I knew this is how things would be, I would’ve chosen to stay in my struggling job a million times over being away from my baby. I hate myself for not being there with my baby. I feel like I ruined my life.

I miss my sweet boy so much and he’s always been such a mama’s boy. I hope that never changes.

Its very hard for me to explain this story to my friends without making this beatiful person sound sorta like an asshole. So i got no1 to help me face reality and just hope to vent a bit into the void we call internet.

There is a sub for local dating. I decided to make a post and few woman messaged me. Just a few, i only met just one in person. Little did i know this girl would be the first person i ever fall in love. She had rare characteristics for this day and age. Very extroverted, but with some introverted caviats as she used to be an introvert.

She is very active, not just gym but multiple different sports and activities each week. I really liked her, i tried to kiss her at the end of our second date but she turned it in to a hug. She told me she doesnt want to kiss yet, she wants to take it real slow.

I didnt quite understand at that time what she ment. We went out once a week and not every week. We went climbing, went to dinner and sometimes just lie down on the grass in the park and chatted away.

We discussed nutrition and i went on keto diet on her suggestion that she also uses. Next date i was super low energy because the keto was getting to me, it was the 3rd day on keto. I wasnt super fun that day haha.

On that date we talked about our previus relationships. She told me that her ex was very similar to me. Physically and mentally... and he sorta just ghosted her after a year of them being a couple.

Since our dates were kinda rare i asked her about it. And she said she likes me but there is something she is not sure about. And that she wants to spend a week or two without communication to figure it out.

We hugged three times as we went home.

Next morning i woke up, felt full of energy and had a constant smile on my face. I fell for her, but not being able to contact her made it hard for me.

I talked to a friend, he is not used to me speaking of emotions, but to be truthful i never had any to speak of. It was hell not being able to tell her how i feel...

On the 5th day of no contact she sent me a message, asking if i wanted to get some coffee. I was so happy, i even messaged my friend one hour beforehand saying i would messaged her today.

I suggested instead of coffee we take a full day, like a short trip or something. She agreed but she ended up falling sick and we had to postpone. Some days we would talk all day, the others she barely responded. But there was always a good reason. The more she messaged me the better i felt.

But i felt like she was gonna say no from the start. Idk why but i knew.

We ended up just going for a picnic. It was nice... i enjoyed the bliss. I told her we would talk about it in the end. I knew she was gonna say no, but that bliss of not knowing, i wanted to enjoy it for as long as possible.

I told her how i fell in love with her and she told me what i expected to hear.

She told me im a really nice guy and physically her type, but she didnt like something she couldnt pinpoint and thats why she wanted time apart. In the end she thinks its how she is usually in to professors. How im not always curious and she can tell that the way i process information isnt thay way.

She gave an example when we chatted over messages and she told me she was reading s book, and my respomse was "Ok, enjoy yourself".

Then she spent 10-15 minutes explaining how im a nice guy and a beautiful person and everything she would logically want from a partner. But implying that logic sadly doesnt affect the heart.

We kept talking still. I gave her a gift, i tolf her i expected it so i prepeared it. It was a tool i used a lot at work and home. It was truly a part of me and my growth as a person. She cried. She said she was thankful she met me this summer instead of some asshole.

I will still send her one more message with all the things i failed to say and explain some things. And than ill not message her again. I still want to see her happy. I hope one day we can be friends when i get over her. That maybe ill see her at her wedding or that our kids will one day will play together...

If you made it this far i really thank you for hearing ne out. I think i can truly becone a better person after knowing her. She inspired me to be more extroverted and positive.

I do feel like a fool for thinking i could ever have a girl this perfect

Edited some mistakes. I am so surprised at the ammount of people that actually took their time to read about my stupid little life. Thanks for all the comments good and bad. I dont really want much advice on how to act around woman. But i do value all of you that suggested how to move on.

my girlfriend and i celebrated our one-year anniversary earlier this year, and loose plans for a timeline for marriage have started to enter our conversations.

growing up, my family and i experienced housing insecurity. when i moved out for university, i was living paycheque to paycheque. i still am.

i’ve always been honest and upfront about my finances with my girlfriend. she knows that i have never been in a position to put money aside for savings. no emergency fund. nothing.

fortunately, things are changing for me very soon. this october, i will be starting a phd at my dream university. sure, the pay isn’t the best, but more than enough for me to start building a life for myself. i’ll be making enough to finally build an emergency fund, to save for moving costs at the end of my phd, to save for driving lessons, my first car, insurance, and so many other things.

saving for a ring and a wedding are still out of the picture for me on this salary. don’t get me started on a house! my problem is that my girlfriend wants to get married by a certain age, giving me less than five years to build a life for myself and a life for the both of us.

i don’t know if i’m being selfish investing in myself first, but i know having an emergency fund and money to cover moving costs is essential. i know that i will need access to my own vehicle to move out. i do not and will not receive any support from my family.

i’m at a loss, honestly. i’ve been searching for weekend work in the town i will be relocating to for my phd, hoping that i can score some extra pocket money to put into my savings so i can reduce the time it will take for me to save what i need and get to saving for our future.

we’ve spoken about it a couple of times now. she’s quite upset by the fact that i don’t think it’s realistic that i’ll be able to afford to marry her, or even propose to her, according to her timeline - she mentioned that this is one thing she’s always been certain of in her life. it kills me to think that i’ve taken this from her.

really, all i feel after speaking to her about my financial stresses is that i’m holding her back. amidst all of this, i’m realising that wanting a seven-day work week is less for myself and instead a desperate attempt at catching up to her dreams. 

perhaps i was naïve for thinking that i’d reached a point in my life where my upbringing no longer affects my chances at life when, in reality, this is only just the beginning.

it seems i can’t afford to make my girlfriend happy, and that destroys my confidence. i feel like i’m not good enough for her, and that i never will be. i wish so many things in my life happened differently, but don't we all...

I held myself hostage in a hellish relationship because I felt too worthless for anything else. It was insanity, codependence, I was her caretaker. It ended so badly and took forever and I still get flashbacks. I missed everything because I just thought nothing could ever be better. I'm almost 32. Those were my best years. I'm not a person capable of living, I'm nothing. I missed life and nothing can convince me otherwise. I'm done, there is nothing on the other side of this. There is nothing in my mind that gives me hope. Pure destruction, pure black, permanently. I need my new meds to work because I don't have it in me to change the perspective. To me it's just all gone, wasted and ruined. Permanent dark thoughts for years, I don't know how I'm still alive.

I woke up this morning shaking and the worst attacks of anxiety/depression. It's all gone I lost a decade to this. And people tell me I just need to exercise and think positive thoughts. I'm fitter than you, I eat healthier than you. There is nothing I can do to control my thoughts. I can't anymore. There is nothing.

I (19f) just got off the phone with my boyfriend (20m) and I just told him so much of how I loved him and just letting my heart out to him and then after that he just said “you’re so cute” and then I waited for him to say something cause he wasnt talking for a a good 5 minutes and then I call out to him like 5 times and then he’s like “huh” I tell him that I was calling him and he says “oh sorry I was on TikTok” he was on TikTok this whole time while I was all smiling thinking this was gonna be a cute moment and he was gonna say something about me! So I burst out crying and he was like “what? What’s wrong” (to me he sounded annoyed) and I told him I thought he was gonna say something else like at least say I love you too?? he just said “okay well sorry I didn’t acknowledge you more. I’ll think about it more later ig? I wanna go to sleep now” and I just said fine and hung up cause wtf was I supposed to do or even say?

I loved you so much, and yet I was nothing to you. You knew how I looked before leading me on. You knew we share a professional relationship before leading me on. You made me feel so unloved, so unattractive, so unlovable. I can never love someone ever again, and you get to gossip about me with your pals. You never missed me, never regretted losing me, and yet my heart is stuck in the same place. I hope you get an attractive beautiful girl you always searched for. I hope you never realize that you will never get the love I gave you from anyone again. But please stop going around leading women on and hurting them. You shattered my heart to pieces, spat on it, and tied it with thorns. It would be too entitled for me to hope that you miss me someday. You will go ahead in your life, find love, get married, have 3 kids. But I will never fulfill my dream of getting married and have kids. It's sad how you ruined my life so early on. I am just 23, and I have to live an entire lifetime not experiencing love ever again.

Just context or stuff: I grew up bullied, dropped out, and started transitioning. Right now I have nothing. Literally nothing. No friends to vent/talk to so I'm here. I don't do enough chores. I don't take care of myself all too well. My current plans are: try to gain weight so HRT works, wait 2 years, get my HSED, go to community college, and after that, maybe go for a Geology degree. Fine and dandy. But I am lost now. It feels like having an open door, but it's 4 meters off the ground and I have nothing to climb up to it, or build up to it with. This is where the TW comes in. I have an eating disorder, and cannot bring myself to eat more than 1 or 2 meals a day. I'm trying. I really am. Mix this with my severe social anxiety and depression, and it forces me into being a withering hermit who can't leave home without crying or getting extremely nervous. I'm barely surviving each day, and I have a bright future, but an extremely dark now. The burden part is that sometimes I can't get myself out of bed or just can't do anything during the day so I feel like I'm a burden on my mom who is barely scraping by financially. I don't wanna go too too in depth but I guess that's my vent. I'm sorry if this needs a tag I'm forgetting or something. I'll try my best to start eating more and work on my social anxiety but from what I've tried so far, I'm only sinking deeper into the darkness that's clouded me basically all my life.

So I (21F) have been having a hard time for a long time, and I honestly just need somewhere to get all of this out.

On the outside, everything should be fine. I shouldn't have anything to complain about. I'm in the military, I have a stable income, a roof over my head, food, and all the basics a human should need. I know I'm fortunate in that sense. But it's so much deeper than that, and lately I just feel like I'm fucking drowning.

For starters, I work with all men, which makes it really difficult to make friends. I genuinely love the guys I work with. They're like my older brothers, and I'm grateful for them. But a girl needs more than that 😭. I can't talk to them about everything, and I can't exactly hang out with them all the time. They're usually trying to go get girls or go out drinking, which I get. I'll go out every once in a while too. But there's still this separation.

They'll go out and do things together all the time, and I'm usually just... left out.

Then there's the issue of getting too close to some of them and eventually finding out they want something more from me. Like BROTHER. LEAVE ME ALONE 😭 THAT IS NOT GOING TO HAPPEN. I don't want that to sound egotistical or conceited, but it's happened enough times now that it genuinely gets on my nerves. I just want FRIENDS.

And I genuinely have no girlfriends. None. I'm basically a hermit at this point. I go to work, come back to my room, and bed rot. That's my life. I don't have anyone to call and tell about my day. I don't have anyone to randomly go get food with or have a girls' night with. I don't really have anyone to talk to besides my therapist, and sometimes I'm sitting there thinking girl ik you judging me rn 😭.

And if I'm being completely transparent, my relationship with myself hasn't exactly been great either. My self-image has gotten so bad lately that I've lowkey been barely eating/restricting my food because I don't like the way I look. I know that's not healthy, and I'm not saying it like I'm proud of it. It's just another thing happening behind the scenes that nobody really sees. I'm exhausted mentally, I'm lonely, I don't feel good about myself, and somehow my brain has decided food is another thing I need to fight with.

Then we have the absolute dumpster fire that is my love life.

I just want something REAL. I don't want someone who only wants to get in my pants. I don't want games. I don't want someone to love-bomb me for five minutes and then disappear. I just want someone who genuinely cares about me and wants to build something with me.

I've been talking to this one guy on and off for about a month, and when things are good, he is genuinely so much of what I picture wanting in my future husband. Then he'll just fucking GHOST. One minute he can act like he genuinely cares about me, and then suddenly he disappears like I don't exist. It plays with my feelings so badly, especially because when he's present, he feels like exactly what I've been wanting.

And THEN there's my family.

I love my family to death. I would do basically anything for them. But sometimes I feel like that gets taken advantage of.

My dad, for example, usually only reaches out when he needs something. I recently loaned him $11,000 because he and my mom had some medical stuff going on, and I was willing to help because they're my parents and I love them. But it feels like he's always asking me for something. And now my mom and sister have gotten comfortable asking me for money too.

Except now that I've given him that money, I'm struggling financially. Between my bills and school, I'm stressed as hell. I'm the person everyone else comes to when they need help, but I don't feel like I have that person for myself.

I think that's what hurts the most about everything.

I feel like I'm always there for everybody, but I don't feel like anybody is really there for me.

I'm so fucking lonely.

I hate this feeling. I hate feeling like nothing can just go right for me. I try SO HARD to be a good person. I try to be there for people. I try to do the right thing. I try to keep going. And somehow I just keep getting hit with another fucking brick.

I just want a fucking break.

I'm still mentally trying to recover from being sexually assaulted by my OWN STAFF SERGEANT. I'm dealing with that while trying to work, go to school, handle my finances, deal with my family, figure out relationships, and somehow function like a normal person.

And I feel like I'm drowning.

I don't want to get out of bed. Everything feels like a task. Even basic shit feels exhausting sometimes. And I'm just so tired of feeling this way.

I just want my turn to be happy.

And I know people say, "You shouldn't focus on finding someone" or "You need to learn to be happy alone." I GET IT. I do. But I've been alone. I've BEEN doing shit alone. I'm tired of it. Humans need people. I want friends. I want love. I want someone to call when something good happens. I want someone to notice when I'm not okay. I want to feel like I matter to somebody without them needing something from me.

I don't even need my entire life to magically become perfect. I just want to stop feeling like I'm carrying everything by myself.

I don't want this to sound like I'm sitting here feeling sorry for myself. I'm just tired. A girl is fucking tired.

I want my turn to be happy.

Okay I think I'm done.

byeeeeeee 😭

Hubby and I are the same age in our early 30s. He tells me often that I act like "we're old" because i get ready for bed at 10pm every night. Because of other factors, he has a very chaotic work schedule and he gets sporatic sleep. He feels like he's wasted his free time if he goes to bed at a decent time when hes off. Very understandable honestly. We all know what it feels like when all your free time is spoken for by work and bodily functions. I dont mind if he wants to stay up, I'm not asking him to go with me.

But I get up at the same time every day and I go to bed at the same time every day for the last 7 years since our oldest started school. Staying up late for me is few and far between. Special occasions like events and the random stay up late to watch tv with said husband. But I really prefer my 7 hours of sleep and make it priority.

Often when hes being.... im gonna say indignant about me going to bed, he'll say "you act like we're old" and I'm like ??? "I dont have to be old to be grown enough to know when I'm tired". I swear we go in circles about it probably once or twice a week. I might not be old but the conversation is.

Tired of people being ungrateful, selfish, uncaring, perfidious scum. Are there any decent people out there? I'm not sure. I want to like someone but everyone turns out to be scum. I especially despise people who pretend to care - not just perfunctorily polite but actually pretend to care, for some reason, when it transpires that they clearly never did. I hate belonging to this horrible species. I now hate every single human I've ever encountered, to one extent or another. Humans are naturally disloyal, opportunistic, greedy and self-important. Fuck this species.

I, (46F) for context here, am part of the LGBT community, moderatly tattooed. I normally take care of the lawn maintenance at home. However, my back went on vacation and I needed some help. There is an older gentleman that comes around and takes care of many lawns in the neighborhood, so I asked my neighbor for his number. He came on friday to take a look for the estimate. While discussing, we could hear thunder and the lightening was pretty close. So I commented that this is forecasted to be a bad storm. His reply was, "You know who controlls the weather don't ya, its God and he's real." Being agnostic, I was thankful to have had my sunglasses hide my eyeroll. So today he shows up. As he was weed eating the front yard I went out to go pay him. He asked how my dad was whose currently recovering from a botched surgery. I said he will need to use a walker from now on to get around. So the lawn man replied, "I got hurt once. I belive in god" (at this point he starts yelling very loudly in my driveway) "Father God, give me the strength so I can keep weed eating! And he made me better, so here I am" I thanked him for his time, and said I'll let him finish up and started to walk away. Here's where the pearl clutch happened. He turned to me and said "Don't you go hurtin nobody now." I was shocked and confused by this statement. I asked what he meant, and his tone changed to super friendly, high pitched. He said "well I bet if anyone hurt your dog, you would do something wouldnt you?" Still not understanding where this is coming from, I clarified that if anyone hurt my dog intentionally, yes there would be problems. He over politely said "ok you have a great day" and went back to work. I am super non confrontational. I do not like violence. I have no criminal record, I do not do drugs or drink. Why would this guy tell me not to hurt anyone? Because I am tattooed with short hair I am in a evil rebellion of angry lesbians and go around hurting people? Sigh.

Anyways, thanks for listening to pearl clutch story.

Be weary of religious lawn people. Stay classy, and please be kind to one abother.

I’ve been struggling with death for maybe 2 months now, and a constant fear in those 2 months will be who will die first between me and my boyfriend.

We are both young, below 18, so I always get told to not worry since we have a whole life ahead of us. Despite that, I still get worried about whenever we are old and who will die first and how the other one will cope.

Sometimes, this fear makes me want to break up with my boyfriend, not because of him, but because of me. I don’t want to see him be hurt because of me, not at all. I don’t want to break up with him because he’s perfect, but I just get so so so so worried about when and who will die.

This fear has been in and out in waves, and I wish for it to stop. I have opened up about this and have been told I show symptoms for OCD due to how obsessively I think about it and due to my “checking peoples age” compulsion. Sadly, I can’t afford therapy or any sort of mental help besides what I can provide for myself, so I feel like I’ll be in this rut until I hit 18 or so.

I don’t want to suffer these thoughts for another whole year, honestly. I can’t stand it.

I met someone and we dated casually for 1,5 years, never officially exclusive. I was so afraid of losing him, so I was not brave enough to tell him about my real feelings. He was the man of my dreams. He has a lot of interest, is intelligent, loves to try new things, open minded, loves to travel, is a good listener and gives thoughtful gifts, we just had a good time, never had a fight or big discussion, everything was amazing. I loved every second of it and had a plan when I wanted to ask to be in a relationship. We have planned the second vacation together and I wanted to ask after that went well. Shortly after booking the vacation, he told me he met someone else.

What makes no sense to me in all of that, that he tells me that he didn't wanna lose me, how intelligent I am, how amazing our intimacy is, how attractive he is to me, that he loves to spent time with me, how great I am, that we would have a more loving, understanding and chilled relationship. Also that she is not as attractive as I am. That he can't be friends with me, because he wants more. He blocked me everywhere so he doesn't have to see my pictures everywhere, can resist me and be faithful to her.

He tells me that he likes that she hurt him with her words, that he is frustrated sometimes and that she can be an asshole (the exact word he used). He calls him toxic and he needs someone who speaks their mind.

I feel so dumb and played and hate that I miss him everyday. I hate that I have feelings for him. I hate that I feel so hopeless. I hate that I ever met him. I was fine with being single. But now, I only wish to turn back time, meet him a year earlier and be open about my feelings. I feel like the biggest idiot. I don't even recognize myself.

I tried new hobbies, going on vacation, going on dates, being with friends, living and enjoying my life and getting over my feelings. But no, here I am, still hating that he met her and I am here with me alone. Just want to get it off my mind.

I feel like, I will never find someone again to fit so well with.

I was another sub that I enjoy because it's a self deprecating humor, memes, and feeling isolated. So I relate to that and I like going there because I feel less alone knowing that there are people who are similar to me.

However, someone made a comment saying women have it way too easy. First of, timeout, the post has nothing to do with women vs men, second why are we lumping all the women together. All I commented was some women, not all because it is true. Then it starts with the pushback that oh it's most women and even an ugly woman have more options than a handsome man and a ugly man. Excuse me! Since when has that happened. I don't know if I am ugly but I guess as an unattractive woman I have never had a single option. I have asked people out too and got rejected several times.

I wasn't even arguing with the fact that a woman could have it way too easy, but that it was the majority of women.

Then there back up is well women only date people in their good times. No shit sherlock, I won't want to date me when I was depressed and was s-h because, I am human. Why would I want more problems, if I already have my own. If I meant someone online and they say have problems, I would walk away because I don't even know this person. Rather if they slowly opened up in real life I still would not date them, but I would try to comfort and help them.

It all felt dehumanizing because it was like all my loneliness meant nothing because I had vagina. Like I was alone by choice not because I grew up isolated or was manipulated. Somehow if there was a male version he would automatically be worse than me because he is a man. Not only that, but I can sense they believe that women are not human. They think by having a woman they are somehow saved, like their life would automatically be better, which makes me feel less human. Women aren't magic or pills they are human with their own problems, past, and wants. The sub was not supposed to be an incel place, but it's turning into one. All their "facts" are based on online dating and online dating is skewed because there are more men than women. Just tinder and hinge won't share that because then everybody would leave once they found it's like 1 to 3-4 or even 1 to 5. Not to mention women face a lot of danger. I know not all man are like this.

I don't know why people even using dating apps. They are so synthetic. With a dating app you are already trying to get to know someone as a potential partner, not as a human. That is the goal, there is a reason why someone is on the app either to get laid or find a partner.

I hate the gender divide. There is so much evidence to show both sides suffer but I didn't know how prevalent it was, that it was just one sided. I really liked the sub and I looked up to that actor too and I loved that movie, but no way could I relate to it because I have tits and a hole instead of a stick.