Life Stories and Everyday Drama

With my mom I don't feel seen, I don't feel heard, I just want it to end. I can't stand this pain, no one gets it, I'm so ready to end it, she doesn't care, I know she doesn't. I want to cry but that doesn't help, I want to scream but I can't, I need a rage room but that didn't help, I want the pain to go away, I want it to stop, to leave me alone, but deep down, I know it won't, It'll keep coming back, it won't stop, it keeps coming and coming and I'm so tired. Nobody is really there for me, because people have their own lives. I just want someone that I can cry into, that will hold me, and I don't have that. And that's my problem. I need that, but inside I know I won't get it. And it sucks, It sucks not feeling safe enough to show feelings without getting yelled at. I'm so tired. I just want it to end. I want it to be over. I want someone to love me. I want to be someone's first priority. not second, not third, first. And I cry myself to sleep, knowing that'll never happen. I'm empty

man, i’m 29 years old, and you’d think by now i’d have figured out how to handle my emotions like a pro. but nooooo, here i am with the emotional capacity of a teenage soap opera character. one minute i'm just doing my thang, y’know, cleaning the apartment like some unpaid maid, 'cause for real, my boyfriend is no help whatsoever. the dude’s living in a parallel universe where dishes clean themselves and laundry folds itself magically.🙄 and when i get mad, do i calmly rationalize and use my words? hell no! instead, my eyes well up with tears like i’m cutting onions. it's like my tear ducts are on autopilot the moment i feel even a smidge pissed off.

it’s like, come on girl, what’s wrong with me? i wanna scream at the top of my lungs like “yo dude, pick up a mop once in a while, yeah? it's not rocket science!” but instead my voice chokes, and i’m wiping my cheeks with my sleeves. 🤦‍♀️ it's like i need a tactical debrief before i can discuss anything serious. i’ve googled it a million times: “why do i cry when i get mad?” and it seems i’m not alone with this emotional malfunction. i read somewhere that it's 'cause of frustration or something...my body just doesn’t know how to handle it and my brain’s like, "yeah let’s add some tears, it'll make it even more dramatic." people say you're supposed to breathe deeply and count to ten, but ain't nobody got time for that when you’re neck-deep in dirty dishes.

seriously tho, why does my emotional system double-cross me? maybe it's because as a kid every argument ended with me in tears, so now it's just, like, ingrained or some sh*t? i try having civil convos with my boyfriend, but there i am, puddle of tears again. my emotional intelligence needs a user manual, someone help a girl out! how do people, like, confront without Niagara Falls happening on their face? i’m trapped in a cycle and it's like, what's the point even, if i just end up apologizing for the waterworks rather than fixing the problem? someone drop me some wisdom bombs here... has crying ever got ya out of doing chores? 🤔 'cause if it hasn’t, then maybe i need a new strategy.....

I’m 53 now, and I still remember the day I found out like it was yesterday, even though it was 20 years ago. My husband cheated on me, and I found out in the most boring, stupid way possible, a phone bill left on the kitchen counter. No dramatic lipstick on a collar, no movie scene. Just numbers I didn’t know and a weird feeling in my stomach that would not go away. I asked him, and he tried to dodge it at first, then he cried. I cried harder. Back then I thought cheating meant the marriage was instantly dead, like someone had shut off the lights forever.

For a long time, I didn’t forgive him. I stayed in the house, cooked dinner, drove the kids to school, smiled at neighbors, and hated him quietly. I felt stupid for staying;

But life is not always as clean as people on the outside want it to be. We had two children, a mortgage, and 15 years of history at that point. I loved him, even when I wanted to throw his clothes in the street. What helped me was not pretending it was fine. We went to counseling. He gave me passwords, answered ugly questions, and took my anger without acting like he was the victim. That mattered.

Forgiveness, in my opinion, is not saying “what you did was okay.” It is more like saying, “I don’t want this pain to own me forever.” I forgave him slowly, almost by accident. One morning he brought me coffee before I woke up, like he used to. Another time he sat with me in the car while I cried after dropping our daughter at college. Little by little, I saw he was trying to be a better man, not just a man who got caught. Have you ever wanted to forgive someone but felt like doing it meant betraying yourself?

Today we are still married. Not perfect, not some magical love story, but real. He knows he broke something that never went back exactly the same, and I know I became stronger than I thought I could be. I don’t think everyone should stay after cheating. Sometimes leaving is the healthiest forgiveness you can give yourself. But for me, forgiveness was possible because he changed, and because I chose peace over carrying poison in my chest. At 53, I can say my heart healed. It has scars, sure, but scars are also proof you survived.

I just feel stuck, I feel like I'm not taking control of my life and I'm shaming myself for it which doesn't help but I also feel too lazy to even take control of my life. When I mean take control, I mean I need to stop doing whatever for my parents to keep the peace because it doesn't help me at all, feels like I'm just slowly dying and not fulfilling anything lately. I don't have anyone to talk to, I did try to make friends online but I haven't met anyone that I would consider a friend friend. Plus after a day or even days, I have a hard habit of assuming that people secretly hate me and have no interest so I try and end it. I didn't know this still alive until I noticed I did it again.

I was finally able to get a doctor but I didn't get to talk about how I'm feeling and that I need a therapist, that I'm trans. I actually found out a feminist clinic that caters but idk how I didn't find it before with the amount of searching I did before.

I'm just confused about my emotions, I feel fine and happy sometimes but I also have a bunch of stuff, it just lurks, what I mean is parents that don't like queer people, next steps. It's a reason I'm in no rush, when I feel happy or fine then I assume that I am and then feel overdramatic for trying to get ready to get away from my family as quick as possible.

My parents are toxic people yet feel normal sometimes and if you're feeling and having good times with them, then next you involve your feelings then it's gonna hurt you. When I noticed this when I was younger, I detached to all the interactions because I knew they'll be nice but eventually they'll make you cry over something stupid, make you feel unloved. I don't know how to describe what it's like to live in a house where everything feels normal and you start to feel normal and forget that it's actually not because the people inside the home don't know you and if they ever did then they would hate you. When it's been years, you just forget, they'll keep addressing you how they wanna address you and dress you up how they wanna dress you up and then get angry at you for not enjoying it, and the whole time you'll just feel like your dying. You don't notice until it happens again.

I notice I go through that cycle. I watched the film "I saw the TV glow" at 16 and I watched it again recently. It does fill me with dread and it reminds me that I'm not even living and not even as me.

I have things or goals I could do but I don't, I don't even feel any way about them, I just know they'll be helpful. Driving for example. I just wish I could go back to where I was happy and pretty content with life.

I graduate high school next week, family is doing this big thing. I seen that one of my favorite bands is actually going to the place I'll be around the same time, I wish I could go to that instead. I'm in desperate need of the type of music they make.

Anywho, thanks to anyone who read this and have a great thing! 💖 Anything is appreciated.

so i have this friend and shes constnatly talks about either our mututal (her best friend) flower in a semi romantic/plationic way (they got some platonic romance going on idk they're pretty much lesbians togehter) and jaes constantly talking about flower or saying how she misses her or how she wants her to join and will shape everything around her. ALSO, MORE COMMONGLY, she will do the same but for some fictional fucking ANIME GIRL shes UNIRONCIALLY (AND I MEAN THIS SERIOUSLY) FUCKING OBESSED WITH. "I MISS KOHANE" "I LOVE KOHANE" "I LOVE BLONDES (kohanes a blonde)" "KOHANE KOHANE KOHANE KOHANE". if me and my group are talking about something SHE WILL RANDOMLY COM IN AND BE LIKE "I LOVE KOHANE" OR "I LIKE BLONDES" OR "IM A LESBIAN" AND SHE DOES THIS EVERY. FUCKING. DAY. WITHOUT A SINGLE HIT OF A FAIL, IM TELLING YOU EVERY DAY EVERY FUCKING DAY. AND SHE WHATS WORSE, WHEN IM DOING SOMETHING WITH HER OR PLANNING SOMETHING WITH HER TO DO SHE WILL LITERALLY CANCEL IT, JUST TO HANG OUT WITH FLOWER, SHE'S DONE THIS MULITPLE TIMES "sorry me and flower jsut haven't been able to play alot recently!"(genuine paraprashed qoute from her) and I FEEL LIKE I CANT SAY ANYTHING BAOUT IT BECAUSE I CANT TELL IF IM JUST BEING JEALOUS OR IF ITS A REAL PROBLEM BECAUSE I DO FEEL JEALOUS AND INSECURE ABOUT IT BECAUSE I DONT HAVE ALOT OF CLOSE FRIENDSHIPS ANYMORE AND SEEING IT REALLY IRCKKS THE HELL OUT OF ME, ITS NOT EVEN THE FACT SHES OBESSED WITH FLOWER, I LIKE FLOWER TOO AS A FRIEN BUT ITS THE FACT SHE ALWAYS FUCKING CHOOSES HER OVER ANYONE ELSE ESPECIALLY ME AND IT REALLY MAKES ME UPSET AND THINK WHATS THE FUCKING POINT IN TRYING IF I'LL ALWAYS BE TE LAST FUCKING PICK. oh and i forgot to mention, her and flower WHILE acting super lovey dovey and gay with each other will joke around and make fun of me which im not too against because i guess its the groupchat humor to make fun of me i guess and i do it myself sometimes but still

Tayout htal br twe sin sr pee bar twe shout loke nay lal tot ma thi bu

D mr Takhin ka nay ma kg twe kana kana ayn fyit x ma ya sr ma win nk tayout tl eye twe nervous system twe ll ma kg gaun twe kite fit nay dr. Bkk mr tal ka nay ma kg bu. amhan tot tagl kway thr takhin ko ae tl ka chit tl so amyal pyat tanar shr pee Nay ma kg tae lu ko balo gru site pay ya ma ll ma sin sr bal pyat tanr pal shr pee myo sone yan loke ma nay bu.

Aku ll bal aelo bal ko br ko nay kg ag loke nay dae Takhin ko ma kg htin pee

Br ma ll kway takhin yae amaint lite nr or u pyw tlo fish fyit ma nay bu.

Fyit nay yin Takhin ko block pee pyat tanr ma shr bu

Nay nal nal kg lo pyn lr pee phone use nine tae akhr kya

Gru sike pee pyu su pay mr kway lain mr thr so

Aku tot koh br ko ma kg tae sate nak ma kg myin pyit mhr

Zoom lr kae pr pyw dr ll ma lr nk

Ayn mite yine nay dr

P tot me ka pal manipulate ya dl fyit thy

Kway bal takhim ko anine u anine kyint pee page nk kine pee blackmail loke lite

Block lite nk

Br punishment khn fo ma pyw nk

Order twe rule twe lite nr dal so tr d 3 years atwin lat choe yii lo ya dl obey 100% day so tr 10 days ma shi bu

Ae dr ko apo saga twe nk lrr pee manipulate lr loke nay dr Kway bat ka

D mr koh br ko tg anine nine fit nay dr not ok

ae dr ko atin lite force pee gru ma sike bu br fyit dl nae sutt swal LOL

Ae sa tl ka amhn tine pyw pee thr

I am sick since back then ma lo koh health ko gru site ya ml

bay mr nay chin yin kway lain mr loke so u said u will care for me and my health first

gru ma sike ll ya dl

kway serve ya yin tw p so pee nay kae dr

pee tot if you were honests with your words and fllowed with true obedieence aku nay kg nay tr kyr hla b

Aku tot tamin nay ma kg ag sate sin yell ag lite loke htr pee

Amyal pyt tnar shr anine u nay dr lite pee

Akyint ma kg tae kg ma g fit nay dr Kway ko tine

Not me

Me just wanna be recover my own health

Thats all bal

But kway try to learn my weakness and try to use them to force me to get what you want

Your mind htl bar shi ll ma thi yin kat mal

Btw this letter doesnt mean I want someone like you back NO I dont want you at all

Not the one who doesnt care about me, what's wrong with me or how to make me happy

For you, my reply or controlling me is more important than trying to make me happy or care about my health since day one in Bangkok

You tried to gaslight me and suggest me to be afraid of you, did you think I never knew that?

As my own slave who said she will be slave, you were the manipulative one in every scenario

I was very honest with my intentions from the beginning, I never manipulated you, it was you who said one thing (to be slave), and do other things (disobey and make me hurt and blackmail me with my business page works).

These days also, you blocked me and I never did anything to you excpet telling you to unblock me LOL. And you told me I was manipulating you. really? Bitch are you out of your mind and stupid? No you are not. You are just gaslighting me and trying to create a nonexistent reality where I did things to you(which I never did) and you never truly obeyed me in any day. For FUCK SAKE ! so fuck you and your stupid deluisions. You can fuck off yourself. Actually started writing this letter with the inetntions to explain you something but nah when writing this I eventually realized I did nothing wrogn lol. There is not even a single thing to explain except I was fucking sick and there's no fucking wrong for being sick and not okay so what? I never did anything to anyone from the first place. It was you who didnt care and blocked me intentionally. And didnt accept when I told you to umblock me. I never did anything or say anything to you during these days even. HAHA. What a braindead idiot you are. Living in your imaginary reality must be widly stupid for you. Bye or whatever. idk anymore. Do whatever you want I am done with you. I dont need dishonest manipulative people like you in my life. Never again.

That was your last chance. I will never be sad or hurt for someone like you who dont care or understand me despite how many years I waited and given you countless chances for you to do so. You are uselss and pathetically stupid and out of your hand with your cunning stupidity. I do not love you or hate you but I was bewildered by your stupidity for a second when I realized I never did anything to you from the first place except getting blocked by someone stupid like you for no reason. FUCK OFF

I am a 2nd sem student and right now I want to know if I should continue engineering or not. To give give you some context I did my 12th in open schooling due to terrible mental health issues and therefore I was at home and didn't really interact with people outside. Fortunately I somehow managed to pass the exams and then I got in to this college(through CET). In my 1st sem I tried really hard to control my mental health and tried getting along with this new system. I tried doing my best to socialize and study. My parents are veryy very supportive and I seek help from therapy and have been heavily medicated (which makes me seem tired and sleepy all the time). During the first few weeks of 1st sem, there was some misunderstandings with someone and I reacted too harsh by shrieking in front of the class. After that no one would sit next to nor talk to me. It seemed like they were afraid of me (according to my teachers). There were some who were kind enough to share notes with me but I noticed that they did because they were afraid of me. I struggled throughout the classes with my mental health deteriorating and it made things worse. During lab I was a mess, I would feel anxious like a LOT and my hands would tremble. This made me seem incapable of doing anything which made my classmates to dread working with me and teachers were too annoyed with my incompetence. I tried working even hard but it only worsened my mental health. I explained the teachers my situation, they were understanding but for how long? during my 1st sem finals I was a chaotic mess, I was unable to focus on studies because of my mental health. I managed to pass 1st but with 3 backlogs, it isn't the best but this was something I could manage doing at least. I wanted to take an year off from college but my parents didn't like the idea. I told my therapist, who suggested me to change courses, but I am too scared to do that because my parents are really keeping their hopes up. 2nd sem started, and by now everyone knew each other and were interacting with each other, I was the only one in class who didn't really have anyone to sit next to me in class. It was obvious. Sometimes I think that this is just me being too dramatic about everything but I often see that my classmates make faces and avoid sitting next to me, it almost feels like there's something REALLY wrong with me. Honestly, I cannot keep up with such an environment and pretend that everything is okay. I now dread a lot going to college and hate doing the homework. I'm being kicked out of the class for not finishing my work. I really really want some advice right now, I don't want to disappoint my parents....and I am sorry if this post is unclear, this is my first time posting stuff on the internet, I hope you are kind enough to understand that. Thank you!

so, I've got this big presentation at work coming up, and man, the nerves are real. it's not exactly my forte, and honestly, public speaking just makes my palms sweat. anyone else feel like this? anyway, I figured I'd share some thoughts on how to maybe dial down that anxiety a bit. it’s been said, "practice makes perfect," and I guess there's no harm in practicing more than just once or twice.

let’s talk about preparation first. have you ever walked into a meeting and just winged it? yeah, me too. doesn't always end well. so this time, I've tried digging deep into the material. our industry’s got all sorts of jargon (synergy, KPI, fiscal projections.....) but really understanding the content can help. break it down into bite-sized chunks. for example, one might say, "start with a strong opening," then move into key points with clear examples and finish with something memorable.

another thing, and this might sound cliché, is rehearsing. have you tried talking to a mirror? it sounds awkward, but it can be quite effective. you get to see your expressions and body language. or, maybe pull a friend into it. they could provide feedback from an audience perspective. watch out for the filler words, you know? like, uh, um. we've all been there, right? treating your coworkers like they're keen supporters might change the game.

also, what about pacing and breathing? I’ve read somewhere, "take a deep breath," and it indeed helps. standing in front of an audience might feel like being in a hamster wheel, heart racing. ever tried pacing your speech? slower, measured words help not only calm the nerves but also make sure the message lands well. remember, it's not just the words but how they’re delivered. have you ever thought about how speaking can be an art form?

finally, the mindset shift is crucial. what's the worst that could happen? they might have questions you don’t know the answer to. and that’s okay, it happens. the key is to handle it with grace. maybe say, "that's an intriguing question; I'll have to get back to you on that." no harm in learning as you go. view the presentation as an opportunity, not a hurdle. it can indeed be a way to boost up that sometimes shaky confidence.

so yeah, that's the scoop. any other tips or tricks you've found helpful? I'd love to hear them. we’re all in this together, right? just gotta remember that at the end of the day, it's about sharing information and learning. isn’t that what makes this process worthwhile? here's to hoping the presentation goes smoothly.

So I’ve been catching this boy staring at me for like one year and half now , last year we noticed each other , I asked about him some of my friends and he was new at school , they talked good about him he didn’t seem the type of boy who was in any relationship before , I thought that he maybe he will do any move but he didn’t , summer break came then the new school year which is this year , he strarted staring again but his moves were a bit more this year , we don’t have friends in common to start talking , and he was an introvert a bit , he tried actually to talk when some friends were arround but it was a small try and it never worked , he hasn’t really find any way to talk idk is it bc he’s shy or he didn’t want or he has never felt that , we are till now in the same situation, I got to talk to one of his friends and once I saw him with his friend staring at me and I understood that maybe his friend knows that he likes me , so I decided to tell to him friend that I into him and at first I was like guess who , and he guessed him from the second try and he was surprised that I told him I like him too ( he doesn’t that that I know the boy told him

About me ) and he didn’t tell me that he likes you and I think that’s normal since it’s his friend maybe he told me to keep it private , the strange thing is that he hasn’t told me anything about him like any information or something till now we galk everyday he has never mentioned him

Idk why , and yeah idk what’s on this boy’s mind does he wait for the right moment or especially the end of the year after exams since graduation is close , idk but one year and half is too much also he hasn’t send any follow request and I’m sure he knows my account and it’s easy to find it , he seems like he has never had any relationship I’m not sure but it’s obvious and everybody said it , also he is a nerd

Imagine actually being really sick, and your mom doesn't believe you, always undermines it, and forces you to do things and you can't say no because you can't seem to say it, and you give up on seeking any sort of comfort from your family but then it starts to break you and the mask you always have on starts to crack so you start to get moody and isolate yourself in your room and then hope is reignited in your heart that maybe just maybe your family could notice and strive to atleast try to understand whats happening but then that hope is extinguished after all they do is get annoyed and threaten you to take the one thing that helps you handle life, your source of reading away, if you don't start "sitting with them," "smiling," "only sit in your room if you're sleeping," and "laughing and returning to normal." So you mend the mask and put it back on again. And then you really feel like you're all alone and you hate that feeling. Then the mask that you put in school also cracks, but you don't have any more hope so you don't even try to mend it. You leave it as it is and just try to survive. Because you don't have the strength to do it anymore. But miraculously, some people start asking if you're okay. But you're already too numb and don't want to believe that someone may actually want to understand again, and you don't wanna burden anyone with your problems so you don't tell any of your friends. And the people that keep asking if there's a problem you tell them just the surface. Just so they can know and stop asking questions because every time someone does, it crushes your already broken heart a little. And every time you tell someone the surface level, you are met with two things, either indifference or pity. And you don't need any of those. You don't need anything at all right now. Well, you used to need someone to just listen in the past, but that need is broken by how your attempts ended. So you start hiding behind your mask at home. And just ignoring what people think and what's happening in school. And then teachers start to notice. And they like the idiots thay are. They basically announce it to the whole class multiple times. And now all your classmates are looking at you with pity or indifference. And you hate that. Because you don't need their pity. But even though you don't care, it doesn't mean that you want the whole class to know. So you brush it off every time and ignore all the stares and questions. And now you hate going to school when you're lying in your bed sleeping, and you hate going home when you're in school, and you don't have to put that stupid mask back on. You start escaping to the nady next to your house, taking the guise that you're going to the gym. But actually, you just want to spend time alone without anyone bothering you or asking questions. You just want to just stare at the ceiling and think about your life or read and escape from your life. But then when you're there, time flies by, and you don't realise each time. And you start spending hours there. And your parents are starting to get suspicious. And you really don't want them to know because you don't know where else you can go. And you worry about how your future is gonna be like. And how your parents will react when they see your grades when they see the missings when they see that you did close to none of the hws or projects or anything this quarter. All of this because you can't seem to concentrate enough to do these tasks no matter how simple as just turning something in. All because of how you feel. And then you consider wearing the mask back on at school also. To return when it was easy for the people around you. Because clearly no one cares enough to listen and understand and even if they do, you can't bring yourself to tell them anything. Huh, maybe you even developed trust issues now. You try to do that today. You try to put the maks back on. To hide behind it again. But it's too shattered. And your true self is already close to shattering as well. And now you feel pathetic, and you feel like life has no meaning now. You miss how it was before all that. Before the pain. Before the running. Before the isolating. Before everything. And you wish will all that remains of you that you can go back to how it was. And then you see a message saying "imagine lying to your mom abt being sick," and you sit and think you wish something like that happens again. You wish you could return to the time when you told your mom you were sick just so you don't go to school and she believes you. Maybe that's payback to all the lying. Like the boy who cried wolf. You lied about being sick too many times, and now when you are sick and you feel like you're being shredded to pieces each second of each day, no one believes you anymore. And then you try to make a joke by replying to the message. But then your fingers don't stop, and you keep writing and writing until you don't know even how you gut there and don't know whether you should press send. You think you shouldn't. That's the logical part of you. But the remains of your heart, the thing you once thought destroyed, stop you whispers in your ears saying "maybe just maybe," but then you fight it back, saying it's already too late. What can they possibly do. Your shattered heart argues back by saying that you won't lose anything if you just tried. You have nothing to lose and everything to gain. But you argue back by saying that they'll think you're overreacting they'll think you're pathetic, and they'll think that you're just looking for attention. And you look back at the message and laugh to yourself. You really want to cry, but you don't even remember how. You see that the message you wrote is corny and stupid. You think that you should just delete it and never think about it again. Use it to reconstruct the mask again. Hide your shattered pieces behind it. You remember the times you almost did it. You almost got freed. But you got scared. You got scared about what would happen after. And now all you wish for is that killing yourself wouldn't get you to hell.

Soooo

Is it wrong?

Especially if it’s not the first?

So I’ve been hearing my spouses iPad notifications go off while sleeping and it’s like a nonstop kind of ding ding ding ding 🛎️ . So I wake up look 👀 and see texts going back and forth with multiple ppl (different texts) and then that’s when I notice a females name….. so for some reason I felt the need to check it…. I do and I notice it’s someone who he works with and I see that there’s some inappropriate messages——-my heart drops——-my breathing tends to 😮‍💨 and my mind is going wild it’s telling me to check his other messages and so I do and I see another female name….so I click on it and I see some stuff and I decide to go check if he has any deleted messages and lo and behold yes y’all he does——-the horns comes out😒👿 the hurt starts building and im thinking like but why what was the reason…

And guess what he’s on his way home sooo now I’m fuming and I’m hurt. My heart is telling me to let it go, don’t let him know I know but my mind is telling me to confront him to get it off my shoulders because it’s heavy yall. Boom I hear him coming in the door …..he says hi babe I say hi I have his iPad idk if he noticed it but I walk to the bathroom with it….. he changes whatnot and lays down to get some rest and I’m fuming with hurt 😔 I’m trying to hold it all in but I can’t! I walk into the bedroom he’s knocked out on the bed and I slap him in his face 😱 the look on his face was like wtf 😣 like he was lost for a moment. I’m so mad I started going at him, yelling, asking wtf is this!? And all sorts is going on. Eventually he sits up wacks his iPad kind of wacks my stomach and starts yelling idk and wtf and all sorts but I was so hurt I started texting and calling these women. And next you know it my bbys comes out and tells me mommy daddy’s leaving he said he’ll be back later.

Y’all I was so mad because this ain’t the first but I felt like I said what I felt and I felt a little peace like I was over it. Over the Hurt, over the lies and the dishonesty and disrespect because not once have I ever done what he’s done to me (13 years).

So boom he leaves…. I’m taking care the kids and there all sick mind you.

We start to texting each other and I’m going at it and then I call and I’m trying to get my point across and he’s not hearing it and giving all kinds of excuses…..then wham he starts getting angry and then starts putting blame on me.

I’m so hurt yall 😭

Why do they do that?

They know it’s wrong or they know you don’t like it and said they wouldn’t again but here we are round 2 like wtf.

Why give up 13 years for some kind of form of lust or some kind of excitement?

What do you get out of it?

Like you asked and did y’all? Or she said this so did you or do you?

And why is it when we say what if we do it to them they wouldn’t like it….then he’ll say I wouldn’t care….

Like wtf

Why hurt the person you say you love?

Why be with me so long just to do this?

And I already have low self esteem/self confidence

So it’s like wtf😔

I mean I could see if I’ve been unfaithful then yeah go right ahead but I’ve never not once.

Ugh 😑 😣 I hate this feeling

Then our bbys ends up asking when’s daddy coming home or starts to cry and ugh I know the feeling because inside I’m doing the same thing like hello I’m here 👋

I know I’ve changed but he’s changed also…. And even with marriage it makes me wonder and doubt if I should because what will happen if I do.

Why hurt a good woman?

Why do something to someone who treats you like a king and would do anything for like wtf.

Supposedly they never did anything it’s just texts and supposedly jokes.

But I’m not with the jokes

So i went on this trip after winning a contest with my work. And months before all the people who won had only met once and hadn't even talked cause the celebration was busy. Yet somehow, everyone already just clicked. They already became a tight friend group on day one. While by day two i think can count the words i spoke. I'm pretty sure It's my fault, cause, their great, at least they seem like that. i get a lot of anxiety in social enviroments and even when i try my best It's hard to talk to people, i think i don't know how to do It right. i can't naturally gravitate towards their group, can't join any of their convos and I feel bad being around them cause It feels like i'm seeing something i shouldn't, something private, like i'm intruding, i feel guilty. Also i think maybe i've done something wrong without realizing, maybe there's something wrong with my face, but i've been getting weird and nasty looks from time to time. Also i don't know but maybe something Is wrong with my head cause this whole experience doesn't feel like i'm living It. Like i'm just seeing It from a 3rd person perspective. Kind like i'm midly zooning out most of the time, and the rest of the time i'm completly zooned out and It's often at the worst times like when i'm crossing the street or going down the stairs. Ugh. I like this trip but can't wait to be home.

She keeps messaging me how she wants to touch me even though I’ve made it clear I am uncomfortable with physical contact, she also keeps on messaging me about when we can kiss which I’ve explicitly stated I’m uncomfortable with.

But I don’t want to break up with her because it will make her sad and it might effect my friendgroup and their the only people i have,

She also tends to do small, intimate acts which I do not approve of her doing: like kissing my hand, she knows I hate physical touch—I’m really afraid this behaviour will escalate but I’m unsure how to make it stop,

Am I just overreacting?

I'm not really good at talking and describing my feelings since i don't really talk about so im sorry of this doesnt really make sense

I'm 17 and im in college now, i really like what i do but when im working the loneliness always creeps back a little. I don't have any friends in class even though i so try to talk to them. Everyone in class seemed to do so well, everyone has their little group and when u look around the classroom u can see that im the only one sitting alone. I havw a few online friends but my bsf went mia on me so that also sucked. I don't really know how to let that loneliness die, i just want to make friends too you know?

Hi, so, I have a friend who's the favorite in the group, and I consider her my "best" and only true friend, even though we never see each other at school. Recently, she told me about some problems she's having, like loneliness and that she cant talk about it to no one.

And I can't help but wonder how she can feel like this when she's not rejected or ignored while she still the favorite and the one with a lot of friends (not like lol).

It makes me angry and sad at the same time because I feel like I'm not a good friend of not trully believe her and constently compare to her.

Im not looking for a lecture

and moral because I know everyone can feel this way, etc. I'm looking for advice on how to help her because like i have the same problems but i really dont have friends to talk to while shes the favorite and... Idk.

Give me your pov and what should i/she do