Anonymous Venting for Mental Health and Emotional Support

Hello.So me and my fiancé have been in a touch place as a relationship for a while now.Its been many months we are getting worse and worse towards each other.I am really tired of over explaining and then classically seeing the mix “apology-good for two days-same things again”.We are not talking about abuse ,cheating but more of a emotionally instability ,lack of accountability and lack of responsibility.I am recovering from burnout and he is steadily getting into one.I have set boundaries many times until I actually gave the ring back saying that it means to me more than the work he is putting into us being ok and feeling good and understood in the relationship.We have a vacation to our homecountry planned in two days.Yesterday during a minimal fight he said that I should pack only my things and when we leave not to come back.I said that he is not going to tell me when and where I will go.Also told him that I have never told him to leave.To what he answered You couldn’t tell me to leave from MY house.And that hit me.I am currently not working but do have money for home expenses ,as he does ,and we are renting this house together.He was loving and pushing towards being the provider.And when things like that happen I am worried that he is going to be like this for all of our life.I don’t know if I want to make things work anymore cause I don’t trust him,actions and words do not match constantly.I feel red flag ist vibes from him. He also gives me the silent treatment from time to time.I am not a sunshine either cause I have reached my breaking point and speak bad and get mad pretty fast the last couple of months.The thing is should I actually do what he said and not come back?!I don’t want to be talked like that and I think some lines should not be crossed whatever the situation.He brings flowers washes dishes and provides but not being present on anything else whatsoever.What do you think?

Hi everyone, so this is my first time venting here and I don't know if anyone will read this but i have to tell someone.

(sorry if there are any typos or if my english is bad)

So basically I have this online friend who I have been friends with since 2024 (Marking 2 years this month), let's just call him E. He actually asked me to be moots on tiktok because he liked my videos and we were in the same fandom, so of course I said yes (which was a rare moment as I usually never befriended strangers) and we would text each other everday. He referred to me as his longest IBF everytime and so did I. But in 2025 in february we joined a discord server, that our mutual friend (let's call him SLT) introduced us to. Everything was fine and we met some new people. E and I were still very close and talked a lot. But then at some point in late August I was absent for a month till september, because i just did not feel well mentally. In that time, I would sometimes be on discord, but just not say anything. In all that time when I was gone, E never asked if I was okay or if I'm even still alive (I told him a lot about me in the past). E got closer to someone else who I will refer to as D (Who is in the same server btw). E and D texted each other everyday and even had a whole ass streak on tiktok, something E never had with me. E even wrote in his social media bios: "D is such a cool person" like he never said that about me. They played together, talked endlessly. It doesn't bother me of course, if my friends have other friends, but what DOES bother me is that he NEVER, not even once checked up on me and then calls himself my "best friend" If he can't even check up on me, while I'm gone, then what does this say about our friendship? So I was pissed, when I returned and we had fight where he unfollowed me everywhere at some point, but we made up because guilt was starting to eat on me fast and it affected my daily life and concentration at school. When we made up, he said that he didn't block me, because he still wanted me as his friend and to be honest: I get it, I love this idiot so much and he is the bestest and longest online friend I had as well. People in the server we're in even shipped our OC's but after my absent suddenly E and D shipped their OC's together. It annoys me how E started talking to me less and less and he was always like: "I just don't know what to say" Oh but you know what to say when you're with D? D and I are friends too but I lowkey hate him and I hate E too but I don't at the same time. I told E multiple times how I feel but he doesn't really understand it or ignores it. I told him: "If you don't want to be friends anymore it's okay, because not all friendship's hold forever" and he was like: "No, I do wanna stay your friend, I value our friendship alot" that made me SO mad and I asked him why he doesn't talk to me, then unless i talk first, which he just replied with: "idk what to say" like bro just shut the hell up. The fact that this bothers me so much is insane, I find myself getting angry and my mood turns bad to the point where i am mad at people in real life and let my anger out on them. I am actually scared to block E nor do I have the balls to leave the Discord server we're in. I have other friends there but the host (Who i am friends with too) is also friends with me and he will for sure ask why I left. So I don't know what to do because I hate E but I also don't, it just hurts because he does NOT value our friendship like he said he does. A simple "Are you okay?" would've been okay but instead I got replaced. Someone else who I call S, checked up on me despite the fact that he and I aren't even that close. I saw it the moment I deciced to return.

I don't know if anyone can help me but at least I got this heavy burden off my chest, it's been bothering me for months and It makes me sick.

Yes very random i have wanted a tablet since 2022!! My parents say they can get it for me but I don’t think that’s happening. Rn I can’t afford the regular $800+ iPads so is temu an option? So I just want to use the tablet for drawing!(and animating!) drawing on my laptop and phone hasn’t been very comfortable..

So now I am on my hospitalization leave because I have delicate pregnancy. But ever since before this she used to spread rumors and bad mouth our employees and technically she is the source of office politics. Then when I went on leave I heard from my friend whom I hired told me that the CEO and my asz kis sing subordinate were talking about me and showing people my mistakes where in fact those frking mistakes were her instructions. Im kind of bothered with her personality at it seems she is a pathological liar but seeking integeity from her people. Its really kind o toxic and it almost affects my peacd of mind. I am currently looking for a new job where my efforts and dedication will be worthwhile.

i’m 41, and i have been with my husband for more than 15 years, married most of that time, building what i honestly thought was a stable long-term partnership with decent communication and shared goals. we had routines, inside jokes, boring grocery runs, arguments about bills, all the normal domestic stuff that makes a life feel real. then a few weeks ago he sat across from me at our kitchen table, looking like he was about to throw up, and admitted he had an affair. he said it was already over, said it had ended before he told me, said he wanted to be honest now and repair the damage. i just stared at him because my brain could not process it fast enough. it felt like an internal system crash, like every memory got flagged for audit at the same time. the worst part is that he was calm in that careful way people get when they have already rehearsed the conversation and you are still in the blast zone. i keep thinking, is confession supposed to count as accountability when the deception phase already ran for months. i know some people will say at least he told me, and maybe that matters on paper, but emotionally it still feels like i was the last one to know my own marriage was in breach.

what makes this even harder is that he is not some cartoon villain, and i think that is why forgiveness feels so complicated. he has also been the man who brought me soup when i had the flu, who stayed up with our sick dog, who knows how i take my coffee and remembers the weird story behind every scar on my body. i think people expect betrayal to come with a clear villain arc, but real life is messier and more operational than that. there were no dramatic clues, no lipstick on a collar, no hollywood evidence chain. there was just distance, some odd scheduling gaps, a softer tone when he talked about “stress,” and me assuming we were both just tired and overloaded. now i look back and do forensic review on every little thing. one night he said he had to stay late for “workflow issues,” and i actually packed him leftovers. i feel stupid remembering that, even though i know trust is not stupidity. trusting your spouse is basic infrastructure, or it should be. still, i replay moments and think, was that when it started, was that when i became the wife at home while he was somewhere else building a second version of himself.

he keeps saying he wants to do whatever it takes, and i believe he means it right now, but i also know remediation is easy to promise when the affair is already finished and the exposure event has happened. i asked for details, then hated hearing them, then asked more anyway because my mind keeps trying to fill the gaps with worse scenarios. there is a trust deficit now, and every answer he gives gets checked against my gut like some rough compliance review. one minute i think maybe people can make terrible choices and still come back from them, and the next minute i think maybe staying would just mean i am accepting lower standards for my own life. we have had long talks that went until 2 a.m., both of us exhausted, both of us saying true things that do not solve anything. he says it was not about me, which is probably true, but also feels irrelevant because it still happened to me. i told him that saying it is over does not mean the impact is over. the affair may be closed on his side, but on mine the case file is still wide open.

what i did not expect was how physical this pain feels. my chest gets tight when his phone buzzes. i wake up at 4 a.m. and just listen to him breathing beside me, thinking how strange it is that a person can be familiar and foreign at the exact same time. yesterday i was folding laundry and found one of his old t-shirts, the faded one he wears when he fixes stuff around the house, and i had to sit down because i remembered him painting our bedroom in it years ago, making me laugh by getting paint on his ear. that memory used to feel safe, and now even good memories have contamination. that is maybe the hardest thing to explain. infidelity is not just one bad act, it can retroactively destabilize the whole archive. and yet, i am not screaming every day, i am not packing boxes, i am not making dramatic ultimatums. i am cooking dinner, going to work, answering texts, doing normal tasks while my marriage feels like it is under reconstruction and no one outside can see the scaffolding. maybe some of you have lived this too, maybe you know the weird split between functioning and breaking.

so how do you forgive a cheating husband, really. is forgiveness a decision, a process, a risk assessment, or just something people say when they want the house to feel normal again. i do not have a clean answer. part of me wants to preserve what we built because fifteen-plus years is not nothing, and because i know a marriage is a long operation with bad quarters and human failure in it. another part of me thinks forgiveness without real repair is just bad policy with pretty language. i can admit he seems remorseful, and i can also admit that remorse does not restore credibility overnight. both things can be true, i guess. right now i am trying not to force a final verdict before i understand my own limits. i am trying to separate love from habit, history from obligation, and hope from denial. maybe forgiveness is possible, maybe it isnt, maybe it comes in tiny installments and not as one grand emotional reset. i just know i am tired, sad, angry, and still weirdly protective of the life we made, which makes me feel a bit pathetic even if maybe it shouldnt. did any of you stay and not regret it, or leave and finally breathe again. i honestly dont know what the correct call is anymore.

I've come to the harsh realization that perhaps, I'm not the nicest person around. In my mid-thirties, I find myself surrounded only by a single friend and a girlfriend, yet I can't shake the feeling that I'm somehow superior to others. My lifestyle is quite reclusive; I shy away from any social gatherings related to work, and most of my routine revolves around my job, hitting the gym, smoking weed, and cycling. Traveling and cycling in the forest are my escapes, the rare times I don't feel swamped by depression.

Interacting with people, especially in groups, is a daunting task for me. The fear of turning red-faced and being judged negatively is always lurking. Thus, I avoid such situations altogether. There's a worrisome intensity in the way I live; I indulge too often in alcohol or getting high, viewing people merely as elements that enhance my own existence. My eyes wander too freely, admiring every attractive woman I come across, often blatantly flirting in the presence of my girlfriend. Even though these thoughts are never vocalized, I often catch myself belittling others or feeling utter disdain towards them internally.

I confess to being a staunch atheist, holding a disdainful view towards those who are spiritually inclined, believing myself to be smarter, better-looking, and stronger. The resentment builds whenever I see someone possessing what I desire, although I manage to keep this anger bottled up within.

Dominating these emotions is a profound sense of isolation, mixed oddly with a perverse comfort in wallowing in my misery. Sometimes, hurting my own feelings seems like a twisted form of pleasure, perhaps because it means feeling something at all.

My family background does little to lighten my outlook. My brother lives with the dark shadow of being a murderer and a former heroin addict. My father was a violent man, devoid of emotions, who ultimately took his own life. My mother, afflicted by illness so severe that she has been bedridden since my childhood, sparks a guilt within me for not taking care of her. However, I've chosen a path of self-preservation as dedicating myself to her care would consume my own existence entirely.

This life I've crafted for myself is one I despise, yet a part of me feels I shouldn't. With a good education, a well-paying job, and an undeniable appeal to women, I should feel fulfilled. Instead, I’m left feeling empty and, frankly, disgusted with myself for sounding like a self-pitying fool. What the hell is wrong with me?

Despite my efforts not to belittle others overtly, the impression that people don’t like me is hard to shake off. Loneliness is a constant companion.

If I were to join a reality show, my character might be polarizing. Would the audience appreciate my brutally honest introspections, or would they be repelled by my self-confessed arrogance and emotional detachment? It's intriguing yet terrifying to ponder how my persona would unfold under the constant scrutiny of cameras and a public audience.

I chose the friendship stories category but yeah it's related to friendship, love, family, work... I am like that.

Hey everyone, I’m not usually one to air my personal stuff, but I really need some advice here. For the past few months, I’ve had this gut feeling that my wife might be cheating on me, and it's eating me alive. I don’t want to jump to conclusions, but the signs are starting to pile up, and I’m just not sure what to do.

It all started when she began staying late at work more often. At first, I didn’t think much of it—she’s always been dedicated to her job. But then, she became super protective of her phone. She used to leave it lying around, but now she keeps it close and seems to be on it all the time, even at odd hours. And when I casually ask about her day, her answers feel...vague? Like she’s hiding something.

Then there are the little things. She started dressing up more than usual, even just to “run errands” or meet friends. It’s almost like she’s trying to impress someone. I’ve tried to brush it off, telling myself I’m being paranoid, but every time I bring it up, she gets defensive or says I’m just being insecure. It makes me feel like maybe I’m overthinking, but part of me feels like my concerns are valid.

To make things worse, I found a receipt for a fancy dinner that she said was a "work thing," but I know her company usually doesn’t do dinners like that. I keep second-guessing myself, and now I’m stuck in this loop of anxiety. I don’t want to accuse her without solid proof, but I also can’t keep living in this uncertainty.

So here I am, asking for advice. Has anyone else been through this? How do you confront someone you love without it turning into a huge fight? Should I even bring it up again, or am I just being paranoid? Any advice would be appreciated—I feel like I’m losing my mind here.

For the longest time, I’ve been stuck in this cycle of excuses. I’d wake up every morning telling myself I’d make changes, that today would be different, but by the time the day ended, I was back to square one. Whether it’s eating healthier, exercising, or even just cleaning my space, I keep putting it off. I’d tell myself, "I’ll start tomorrow," but tomorrow never seems to come.

Yesterday was my breaking point. I was scrolling through social media and saw an old friend post about running their first marathon. I remember how we used to run together, how much I loved it back then. And now? I can’t even jog up the stairs without feeling winded. It hit me like a ton of bricks—what am I even doing with my life? Why do I keep finding reasons to avoid what I know I need to do?

I looked around my apartment after that. Clothes piled up on the floor, dishes in the sink from who-knows-how-many days ago, and a gym membership card collecting dust on the counter. That’s when it finally clicked—it’s time to stop. It’s time to stop avoiding the hard stuff, time to stop pretending everything will fix itself, and time to stop being my own worst enemy.

I don’t have a perfect plan yet, and honestly, I’m scared I’ll slip back into my old habits. But I know I can’t keep going like this. If I don’t make a change now, when will I? Maybe writing this out will help me stay accountable. I don’t know who needs to hear this, but if you’re feeling stuck too, maybe it’s time to stop and take the first step. We’ve got this.

Got lots of love to give but no one wants to have it. They want the toxic ones.

I never thought I’d end up here, but here I am, dreading every single morning when my alarm goes off. I hate my job. There, I said it. I’ve tried to convince myself that it’s just a phase, that everyone feels like this sometimes, but it’s been almost a year, and nothing’s changed. If anything, it’s gotten worse.

The work itself isn’t even that bad. I mean, it’s not what I’m passionate about, but it’s tolerable. The real problem is the people. My boss is one of those micro-managers who has to be involved in every tiny detail. No matter what I do, it’s never good enough. I’ll spend hours on a project, only for them to nitpick and make me redo the whole thing for no real reason. It’s exhausting and makes me feel like all my effort is pointless.

Then there’s the office culture—or lack of it. Nobody talks to each other unless it’s about work. Lunch breaks feel like detention, with everyone silently eating at their desks or scrolling through their phones. I tried to make friends when I first started, but everyone already seemed to have their little cliques. After a while, I just gave up.

What really gets to me, though, is the constant pressure. It’s like they expect us to give 110% all the time, but they don’t give anything back. Overtime is practically mandatory, but don’t expect a “thank you” or even acknowledgment for staying late. And forget about a raise or promotion—that’s a pipe dream. It’s hard not to feel bitter when you’re working so hard and getting nothing in return.

I keep telling myself I should just quit, but it’s not that simple. I’ve got bills to pay, and the job market isn’t exactly booming right now. Plus, there’s this tiny voice in the back of my head that keeps asking, “What if the next job is just as bad—or worse?” It’s like I’m stuck in this cycle where I hate my job, but I’m too scared to leave.

Even at home, I can’t seem to escape it. I’m constantly checking emails or stressing about the next deadline. It’s like my job has taken over my entire life, and I don’t know how to take it back. My family keeps telling me to just hang in there, but they don’t understand how draining it is. By the end of the day, I’m too tired to even think about applying for other jobs, let alone pursuing something I actually enjoy.

Sometimes, I wonder if it’s me. Maybe I’m just not cut out for this kind of work. Or maybe I’m being ungrateful because at least I have a job. But then I think about how miserable I am, and I can’t help but feel like there has to be more to life than this. Doesn’t there?

If anyone else feels this way, I’d love to know how you’re coping—or if you’ve managed to get out, how did you do it? Right now, I just feel stuck, and honestly, it’s hard to see a way forward. All I know is, I can’t keep living like this. Something’s gotta give.