Life Stories and Everyday Drama

So, I was in love with online person I met, and he goes by a nickname 'Hanata'. I don't know his real name, but he's so nice and seems so miserable and needy..

So I feel in love with what I thought was him

But instead, I realized I fell in love with the vision of him in my head

They are so concerned if my dating life when they are all gay. They should just move on and get going as they are not perfect after all. A guy who takes 3 years just to wanna meet you is just a fcking waste of time lmao.

What I want the most is if you tell me if I know you reveal your identity tell me who you are when we were talking? Let me know some bits and pieces so I can connect it , not revealing your real self and name won't help or I just need to accept the fact that you are just a figment of my imagination and so be it I guess. I need help guys I need to move on the point is moot.

I don't know your name I don't know your face and even if our paths cross in person I wouldn't know. If only I haven't seen the post on that website. I would have loved to kiss you and hug you for a very long time and tell you but I believe our paths will never cross and even if we did I will never know. Just so you know that I still think about you until today sometimes I wonder what you look like and what is your real name bit maybe the odds are just better and we'll never know? I still think about you up to this day but I believe it is impossible to meet and see you in real person? Your fake name and personality doesn't even help lol. To whoever you are my batman thank you and I will never forget you.

it seems nobody cares about friendship breakups. it’s all about couples breaking up. sure, it can be hard. especially if it ended badly with cheating, arguments, etc. but, you get grace. comfort, help, a place to vent, and no shame for bedrotting and needing time to yourself. but that just doesn’t happen when you “break up” with a friend.

in a way, friendship breakups can be worse. get in an argument over a partner, another friend, or simply something petty. often like romantic relationships.

but friendships are often deeper. more memories, more years as friends, less comfort.

i recently had a friendship breakups with a girl named nevaeh (name drop :O ). it was my first year at this school, in this state, AND my first year of high school.

she was one of the first friends i made, and i sat with her at lunch; aswell as had many classes with her. she was very nice to me, and introduced me to many of the friends i have now.

she had had a rough upbringing. abusive father who’s now in jail, with a shitty mom and step dad, multiple half siblings, and a little brother. she has PTSD (main reactions when people yell), and anger issues. she also used to vape and smoke pot, but i was the one who got her out of both of those addictions.

i had a falling out with one of our mutual friends, denver. she often talked down on those less “attractive” than her, and also the ones with lower income. because of this, i didn’t want to be associated with her.

i asked nevaeh for advice before doing this, where she sided with me. i “dropped” denver, but noticed nevaeh getting distant with me. (keep in mind we were tight before this, no arguments.).

that day after school, her, denver, and two other girls i don’t know added me into a group chat. they started calling me slurs. n word (i am white and they are all white), whore (never had a boyfriend), slut (i dress modest), and a satanist. (i am agnostic while they are all christian.)

i cried. so bad. i asked Nevaeh about it, where she played innocent. but it was never the same between us. i only stayed friends with her since in many classes she was my only friend.

i had never felt more alone. i had no friends.

and nobody comforted me. that’s like breaking up with 10 people at once.

long story short, take friendship breakups seriously.

So I had sex with at a massage parlour. I did it from a place of loneliness and curiosity as i was a virgin before this.

I feel like shit now because i didnt live upto my family and religiosa values

I confessed this to my mom and she was very understanding and supportive.

Now, i am not in any kind of relationship but in future when i meet my future wife and I Will reveal this incident to her as I want to maintain transferencia and dont want to have a marriage built on a foundation of lies. How would she react to me? Imagine if you were my future partner, how would you respond?.

Just for some context, I am a 14 year old girl. I have been in my first serious relationship for a little over a month now. He's a really nice guy, he treats me really well and makes me feel loved and valued. But I think I've become too attached for my own good. My life seems like it's revolving around him and when I can see him again. I get really disappointed whenever he can't FaceTime or text me. Because it depends on whether our parents' schedules align, we've only been able to see each other in person twice since school ended and most of our interaction comes from video calls and texts. I fully believe that I feel a lot more attracted/attached to him than he does to me. When I'm talking to him, there's the constant fearful background thought of "What if he breaks up with me?" or "What if he doesn't actually like me?". Taking into account that we're 14 and have only been together for a month, I'm not sure if this is a normal way to feel or not. How do I stop being so attached to him? Should I talk about this with him or not?

This is hard because she is sitting right next to me right in my personal space. Here it is, I am a 50 year old woman who can’t be herself. Ever since I was a child, my mother and I did not get along. It wasn’t that I was being a brat, it is because I’m different. I am intelligent and gifted.

I was able to read college books and understand the concept of the lessons at age 3. I grew up on welfare and knew what that meant at age 5. My mom is uneducated high school dropout who was knocked up at 17. I am the youngest of two brothers from another father. I understood that they were half related to me at age 5.

My mom aborted the child before me and then was going to have me aborted but my great Uncle who adores children stepped in. So, here I am. I’m alive and breathing. Not sure what she did while I was developing in her womb, I do have many health issues. Physical health problems.

As a teenager, I tried running away from her. She had married some rich guy that continued to hurt me. My word meant nothing to her. I was always threatened to come back home by my half brothers, other aunts and uncles, and grand parents. They began to deem me worthless little turd. I have the label of being a drug user, alcoholic, and etc. the worthless no good disrespecting turd. Funny, I’m totally against drugs and alcohol.

In my 20s I tried being on my own. I snuck off to college. Bought a tiny home. Bought a car. Moved far away from all my family. Held down 3 jobs. One of those jobs was my core career for after college. Had some good friends. This only lasted for a few years.

Sadly, my brothers somehow found me (this was before social media taken off). I was dragged home and scolded for abandoning my sad poor mother. How dare I leave her! I worried her sick! I’m such a bad disrespectful disappointment child!

They sold my home. My mom took the money of the sell. They took my car. They gave it to my mom so that she can get back and forth to her work. They threw my belongings away. No joke! My brothers along with several other family members did this.

Now, at age 26. My mother divorced from that pervert and living in her dead parents house. My Aunts who helped my mom hunt me down are now kicking her out of my dead grandparents home. At first it was comical. I have a bachelor degree in English Literature. I’m aimed at finishing college. Screw all their drama. I took off to the dorm living nearby. I had my way paved.

Sadly, my mother followed. She ended up in my dorm room. She did drugs. She drank. With 20 year old college kids! A “oh woes me” 50 year old drinking and doing drugs with my peers! Disgusting! I was so appalled and embarrassed. I left and got an apartment with roommates. She came by every single night! My whole family threatened me to let her move into my shared apartment. This place wasn’t even in my name! The lease was in my roommates name!

So, my roommates moved the heck out because they wanted their space and yep, she got her way and moved right in. I ended up getting r@ped. I didn’t have that roommate protection. My mom in the bigger bedroom watching some stupid movie as I thrashed around screaming. My neighbor heard the noise and was concerned for my well being. 6 weeks later and ashamed, I go to the hospital for female problems.

I got pregnant. My r@pist on the loose and my mother - unhinged! She tried to commit suicide because I was pregnant. Then she tried to talk me into aborting this baby. Something I was totally against! She had my r@pist come over and take me to a clinic.

I never did get that abortion. I used my health problems as an accuse to get the procedure. I went through the pregnancy and had a beautiful baby girl. She hated me for it. I finished college with a bachelor’s degree not only in English Literature but also landscape and interior design. I moved away and bought a trailer in what I thought was a safe community. My mom broke her foot at her workplace. She needed a car and rides to her medical appointments.

She lost the apartment and had to move in. Again, she messed up my life. I was without her for 3 years and here I come home from work and family is just moving her into my small trailer!

I lost my career. Almost lost my daughter to CPS. Lost my car. Can’t keep a boyfriend. I have no friends. No job. No car. My trailer is now a dump. And it’s 20 whole years in this ghetto place! She had a stroke last year. No family around anymore. They all died or moved far away. I’m stuck with this monster. I have tried everything.

I’m tired. She sits right here, getting all nosy on who I’m writing. Asking questions and into all my business. I can’t even breathe without her asking why. Just a few months ago she told me that she wished I was a boy rather than a girl because she thinks boys are stronger and smarter.

I just want to yeet myself for existing. My daughter is brilliant. She can leave. She has left. She has the life I can’t have and I’m so grateful for that. I didn’t want to be like my monster who micro manages my every thought, my every move. My daughter is free to be herself. That is real love.

I’m secretly trying to sell my trailer. I’m secretly trying to run again…

I may end up 6 feet under if I can’t leave. I just want to erase me from her.

My life’s been horrible since my parents died when I was like— 15 or smt

They died from a plane crash :/ yes so tragic, I wish this was a fictional story bc I went through way too much while living. I raised my brother ( practically ), he was just 4 or 5 when the incident happened;;;

Ok and now he got cancer— heart cancer level 4– and if the dear doctors had the guts to actually take care of him rather than scam me for money, maybe my life would’ve been so much better.

Yet this girl had the audacity to show up in my life like bro’s crazy or smt— she was yandere asf but luckily didn’t kill ppl— I guess that made my 1st year of university trouble

But hey now I’m in the police agency and I have a boyfriend :/ but guess what? Fate had to make my life worse by making this criminal send him into coma— we don’t even know when it will end

And worse of worst, my brother died last week ;(

Tbh I would just like to die rn or shiz, but I swear I’ve gone through a case where this teen’s sister committed suicide, I saw the look of sadness in his eyes and I couldn’t bring myself to commit as well

So I guess destiny made me have financial problems and loss problems like wtf is even wrong with my life?

Man, I've hit my forties, and you'd think by now I'd have life all figured out. But nah, I'm still struggling with this one thing: sleep. I'm just here wondering why on earth I can't sleep even though I'm dead tired. It's like, come on body, work with me here! Like, ever had those nights where you're so freaking exhausted, you just want to crash, but your brain's like, “Nope, not today, buddy!” Seriously, what gives???

I mean, I've tried all those tips and tricks, you know? Warm milk, counting sheep, no caffeine after lunch. Heck, I've even tried listening to those soothing ocean sounds, but nah, my brain's like a hyper monkey jumping branches. Why is it always 3 AM when your mind wants to revisit that embarrassing thing you did in third grade? Anyone else relate to this?? Sometimes I wonder if it's just my age catching up with me or if there's some other cosmic joke playing out. My doctor says it's stress or, maybe, it's my diet. But let me tell you, even when I've had a chill day, this brain isn't ready to hit the snooze button.

Here's a funny story: Back in the day, in my twenties, I could party all night, sleep like a baby, and be up and running the very next day! Those were the days, huh? Now, if I stay up past 10 PM, I pay for it with full-on sleepless nights. Oh, the irony! It's like my body's saying, "Remember all those late nights? Payback time!" Anyway, I guess it happens to the best of us. Maybe it's all part of life's grand plan. Are we all just sleepless zombies muddling through??

Honestly, it's not all doom and gloom. I've started embracing this extra "me time" at night. Sometimes, I get up, grab a cup of herbal tea, and just enjoy the quiet of the house. I've started keeping a journal by my bed—more like scribbles than actual writing, but hey, it helps. Random thoughts, ideas, things I want to do the next day. It’s become this weirdly soothing ritual, and dare I say, it gives me hope! Maybe you guys should try it too if you’re in the same boat. You never know, it might just click!!!

And who knows? Perhaps this sleepless journey is taking me somewhere. Like, maybe there's a reason behind all of this night-time contemplation. Could be I'm destined to have some great epiphany. Maybe I'm chasing something bigger than just sleep. They say the darkest hour is just before dawn, right? So, I'm keeping my chin up, hoping for that dawn to come. After all, isn't life about finding balance? It's all about rolling with the punches, despite the midnight madness, or lack thereof!

you know what really grinds my gears? trying to find the so-called "perfect girlfriend." yup, that's right, I'm 19, male, not exactly what you'd call struggling in the 'looks' department, and people tell me I'm easy to talk to. you'd think with all those boxes ticked, I wouldn't have any issue finding a suitable partner, right?? wrong! seems like each time I think I’ve found someone special, it all turns out to be a massive washout. it's like searching for a needle in a haystack where the needle doesn't even exist!

let's get a bit into detail, shall we? picture this: i meet this lovely girl, we hit it off, and everything's all sunshine and rainbows; but as the days roll by, cracks start forming. suddenly, things that seemed cute before quickly become as annoying as a mosquito buzzing in your ear. does it mean I'm too picky? am I setting the bar too impossibly high? because let me tell you, I'm not into soap opera level drama, and, boy, do some seem to have a PhD in that!!! sometimes, I think maybe the concept of a "perfect" girlfriend is nothing but a myth people talk about, like Bigfoot or UFOs.

it’s not for the lack of trying!! I've put in the effort, and then some! from swiping through endless profiles like some digital romance roulette to those casual flings that left me feeling more hollow than before we met, it’s been quite the toxic concoction of disappointments. ever gotten to the point where you question every decision you’ve made related to dating?? even for the skeptics out there, it’s a musing worth pondering upon. whoever said "love is in the air" must have lived in another era or wrote poetry for a living, 'cause it sure can't be found in the mundane, modern dating game we play today;

here I am, always coming back full circle to that existential quest for the "perfect girlfriend." and it's not like I'm looking for something outlandish or from a fairytale either; just someone who gets me, where mutual respect isn't constantly blown out of proportion. think that’s too much to ask?? so, riddle me this, dear reader: is the perfect girlfriend just some intangible, elusive concept we've dreamt up, or am I just not looking in the right places?? either way, it feels like the odds are stacked against me, turning my quest into an endless cycle of maybes and what-ifs. guess that’s just how the cookie crumbles!

I came out as trans 2 weeks ago and my mom is being "supportive" by buying a binder, that I paid for, and calling me my pronouns, when she feels like it. She thinks we have to have a reason for BEING trans or nonbinary or anything like that. She truly doesn't realize it's not a choice it's just ourselves. She broke down crying during a fight we had about her being like this then she forcibly hugged me for 20 minutes while I tried to get away and doesn't understand why I don't want to hug her anymore. She isn't understanding the whole, love your child unconditionally thing and truly thinks I can just forget about the trauma this woman has given me. So should I go no contact when I turn 18 and can go to college or try and amend things with her?

t’s 2025, and let’s be honest by now, everyone and their cat knows about the Law of Attraction. “Just think about it and boom, the universe delivers.” I actually tried it once, and guess what? It kinda worked! Like the universe looked at me and went, “Alright queen, here you go, enjoy a little glow-up.”

Now I’m back, knocking on the universe’s door like, “Hi again, I’m ready! I want a whole new lifemarriage, kids, a family, maybe even a sprinkle of romantic feelings.” The only tiny little problem? I’ve got major trust issues with the opposite sex. Like, Olympic-level rejection vibes. Thanks, past trauma!

So I sit with myself and ask, “What do I really want?” Do I want a simple life where I wake up early, make breakfast for my husband and kids, wait for them to get home from school, cook something warm, help them with homework, and we live humbly ever after?

Or should I shoot for the luxury package—big house, personal assistants, iced coffee delivered to my bedside, and I don’t lift a finger unless it’s to tap ‘add to cart’? I mean, who doesn’t want that? My entire wardrobe would scream brand names louder than my inner voice.

But the thing is, both lives have perks. In the modest life, I’d get love, attention, real connection. In the luxury life, sure I’d be comfy, but I might miss out on the joy of making my kid a simple chocolate milk and watching their face light up. Because, well… someone else would probably be doing that stuff. I might not even remember which kid is in which grade.

So here I am, confused. I don’t know what to choose. And please, spare me the “Pick what’s right for you” advice—I don’t know what’s right for me! That’s literally why I’m asking.

But one thing I do know? I’ve made the decision. I’m ready to change. I’m ready to start. I’m ready to love. So dear universe, stop playing hard to get. I’m manifesting—big time.

Right, so I'm from Northern England, and in the area where I'm from we drop our t's. A lot. And we all have quite broad accents.

I've always loved my accent, and thought it was a fun accent.

Now, my dad is from a city a bit away where they do have a Northern accent, but they dont drop their t's, he also went to speech therapy as a kid and because of this speaks a but more poshly than your average Northerner.

He always teases me about how I say 'letter' or 'butter' and all that, and I didn't mind. I just thought his jokes were funny.

But recently, he's started to become annoyed at my accent. It's not gotten worse or anything, it's the same as usual.

We had a minor argument where he said my accent made him sad and annoyed.

I thought he was joking, but he wasn't.

He started going on to me about how he wished I 'spoke properly' and that it'll be harder in life if I keep my accent. At how he wished I spoke like him, and how sad my accent made him.

But I can't bloody change my accent, in my opinion, it's part of my identity, its part of me. It felt like he was asking me to change my eye colour, change my body type.

I told him that I couldn't really change it, and he told me I should try.

And now, I just feel ashamed. I feel guilty for having my accent, and for the first time, I dont love my voice anymore.

I hate my accent now, and I can't even change it.

Really I just want to know if my dad is in the right here. Do I really need to change my accent, is it not acceptable?

I don't know if I am being too dramatic about it or not, but today for the first time my mom is not at home and its just me and my father. She has gone to meet her cousins for a few days. I don't know but there is a strange silence in the entire house. I was mostly alone at home throughout the day and its hitting me so hard that its her presence that makes this house, home. And now when she's not here, it feels like my home is missing. I don't know if its because my periods are due or I am actually sad, but its not even 24 hours and I have already cried multiple times. I wasn't living at home for the past 6 years because of college so I didn't really realise her absence much but I don't know I am feeling very guilty about not spending enough time with her when she's at home. She's busy with her work and I am mostly at my own. I really regret not spending much time with her. And who knows how much time do I have left with her. I'm just overthinking about it but life is so unpredictable.