Life Stories and Everyday Drama

So boom, got a boyfriend, very in love with me, missing me, texting everyday, great intimate moments, sweet all rounded guy. Tho lately, these past couple of days, he's been distant. Then he told me he's bipolar, like diagnosed. Now I was questioning, did he get with me out of mania? I was searching online about people with bipolar and things like "they could cheat or break up with you during an episode" or "they say certain things that aren't logical and you just need to go along with it" and " you can try your best to support but you can't love bipolar away, if you do, your words will go in one ear and out the other, if you're with someone who has bipolar then you'll likely need a therapist" and scary shit like "the disorder will get worse and worse, if they don't take care of it, it will mess with the brain, death."

Then I was like okay, I know he has this, it's okay that he's distant but I was still worried. It hurts but it was also apart of the relationship. I think I'm a very justice-oriented person, hard for me to leave hurt people alone to fend for themselves. I was pouring the best I could into him with support and care, but it all seems kinda useless as sometimes he didn't respond or gave a bit of a dry response which caused me to overthink, like if I did something wrong. That's not all of who he is tho, he's a very great guy, I wanna say the greatest guy I know (I have a past with bad men in general whether family or guys online.) I will add I'm 18 and he's a year older.

Currently? Idk why but he unfriended me and unfollowed me on two separate apps. He didn't say anything, the last thing he said to me was that I was handsome and other kind stuff. Obviously, I've been pretty sad, he really healed me and I loved him, even tho I didn't really realize it because it's not like it's been that long. Tho I'm left wondering, could it be the depressive episode he's in? I searched online and saw stuff like "bipolar ghosting or how interacting can just be exhausting for them." Did he stabilize and realize he didn't wanna be with me and regret everything?

Ughh why did he have to do it so close to Valentine's day, this is embarrassing for me to get dumped like this if that's even the case.

I'm really alone again, he really did make me happy. It's a different type of happiness, like wow I have someone to do things with and we enjoy each other's company.

I also just feel like my family hates me, they didn't say anything and I didn't do anything but I feel like I would be better off gone. It doesn't help that I still have this ugly hairstyle on my head, everyone is telling me to wait it out. Times like this, I wanna do something drastic and impulsive, killing myself would be the most but I'll try to do something more tame. I don't really see anything improving and even if I tried, it wouldn't help as I see this far. I haven't been this close to killing myself, usually it's just passively but now I feel I could actually do it, my next step is figuring out how and writing a letter. Since I'll be doing this, I'll do some impulsive decisions before. I do kinda wanna wait and kill myself at 20 as I feel emotions would hit the most but that's too long. I think I'll probably just be dedicating this year to planning ways to get off this planet. People don't take suicidal people seriously until they're dead anyways so it will allow me to stop whining and just skip to the part where people suddenly care. Don't get me wrong, I try to take care of myself, working out, having hobbies, trying to get out there, putting myself out there, brushing my teeth, showering but none of that can get rid of my mental illness, it seems to be getting worse and just coming back again am again for however long, from either a few days or weeks or hours. I don't expect people here to know how to help me as I know it's a complex and hard problem that I probably should be in a psych ward for. This is just kinda my letter.

Thank you for anyone who reads all this 🩷🖤 Happy Valentine's Day! Remember that this is a day for love of any kind, not just romantic. c:

Being 31 sucks, man. Three months ago, I found myself on the ass-end of a layoff. My company had the nerve to tell me it was all 'cause of AI. Seriously? It's way more convenient to pin it on some sexy-tech revolution to pacify the stakeholders than to admit they just don't give a damn about those who actually bust their chops on the ground. Does anybody else sense this BS?

I've been scouring for jobs, pounding the pavement, and combing through job sites till my eyeballs gave out. Three months have gone by, and voilà—zilch, nada, nothing! Every "We regret to inform you" email slices deeper. Somehow that whole "dream big, you can achieve anything" mantra outran its welcome when all the job openings want people with no life, endless patience, and a unicorn-level of expertise. Are any of these hiring managers in touch with reality?

Nothing makes sense anymore. Each day is like re-living the Groundhog Day loop but without Bill Murray's charm. People say, "You just gotta keep plugging away," but when you've got rent gnawing at your heels and the radio's blurting out how AI's making sectors disappear, you start to think, "Why's this brick wall so damn peaceful?" Alan Watts once said, "The meaning of life is just to be alive." Right now, that's easier said than done. Who even has time to listen to that anymore?

It feels like drowning, frankly. It's not like I'm new to challenges, but fighting for a mere slice of the pie when it's been swiped out by non-human hands feels like some bad plot twist. You'd think there's a magic portal out of this numb-nuts existence, but no. All I want is to stop feeling like a hamster in a wheel, spinning with nowhere to get off. Does anyone out there get it? Or is existential crisis just a Tuesday thing now?

I vent not with malice but out of desperation and a sorta-shaky hope that commiseration might exist beyond my four walls. Maybe it’s time to pivot and think beyond what was once considered job security - maybe I'm just supposed to keep calm and carry on? Whatever dull wisdom that might hold, life sure feels meaningless right now. Staring at these walls makes as much sense as the crap I've been fed about AI. Are we left to merely grit our teeth and shout into the void without getting drowned out?

When I grew up, I was so poor that I didn't consistently eat three meals a day until I was eight years old. I would go to sleep clawing at myself to ease the pain of hunger.

My mom didn't let any of my mistakes escape my memory since she told everyone she knew anytime I would mess up.

After my dad left because he was sick and tired of living with my mom, my siblings started to beat me since I was the youngest and they had a bunch of pent up anger because they didn't know why all of these bad things were happening to them. I was so scared that I'd run to the kitchen and get knives to defend myself, although I was too scared to use them.

I loved my siblings though, they were my only friends, so when I turned thirteen and learned that my mom had allowed two people I knew and trusted a lot to make sexual advances on my sister, I nearly killed myself.

I left my mom's house to live with my dad. Shortly after that, I learned that my mom's new boyfriend had beat my pets and pointed a gun at my brother.

I'm now 19 and still refuse to forgive my mom or either of the men. I hate myself, I hate that I wasn't given a fair chance, I hate that nobody cared when I told them that my mom and siblings hurt me at home since they thought I was just being a wimp, I hate everything. I believe that nobody is truly good and have severe PTSD when women get too close to me, I can't talk right, I freeze up, I begin to imagine the worst possible outcomes, I can't think of a single time in my life where I've felt completely safe when I was with anybody.

all my friends are committed and/or got acceptences to colleges that are top 10 or so and im the only one who hasnt gotten any back yet. this wasnt an issue until they started asking me every single day whether i got any decisions or if ill just commit to a state school while talking bad behind my back about how im stupid for months and i didnt say anything. i dont think im stupid, ive worked incredibly hard i have a higher gpa and class rank then all of them and international ecs but ive always tried to actively help them out. today one of them called me to brag and gloat that they got in my dream school that i had gotten deferred from and made sure to reiterate it over and over in a 15 minute call before i had to hang up despite saying congrats genuinually for the first 10 minutes. i feel like an asshole for being upset about this and if i tell anyone how i feel i will be an asshole so im venting here, are my feelings even justified.

so, I'm 21 and I've been dating this guy for a few months, but honestly, I just can't shake this feeling that something's off with him. like, every time I try to reach out or make plans, he's always busy or he's "gone out" without really saying where he's gonna be or who he's hanging with. I mean, sure, I'm all for having our own lives and all, but it's kinda weird when someone never really shares any details or at least checks in once in a while, right? it gets even sketchier when I remember that my boyfriend – let's call him "jay" – has a bit of a reputation. it's no secret that jay's cheated on his past girlfriends, and man, that little fact is just gnawing away at me. it’s like I can’t ever fully relax or trust him, 'cause there's this little voice in the back of my mind saying, "hey girl, remember about his past, don’t get too comfy!"

now, I don't wanna be that paranoid girlfriend who's always snooping around, but sometimes his behavior just makes my mind spiral into the worst-case scenario. do any of you relate to that, where you overthink every little thing because there's no real explanation coming your way? like, last Saturday, he said he had some "family stuff" to attend to; fair enough, that checks out, right? but when I casually asked him about it on Sunday, he got all evasive, and let me tell you, that raised my suspicion antennas up to max level. I did a quickyyy and innocent snoop through his Facebook once, and he was tagged in a photo from a party that same night. so, I thought, "hmmm, those family gatherings really have changed lately, huh?" it's these little things that just don’t add up and pile onto my doubts, making me constantly question what’s really going on. am I just being a bit of a detective 'cause of his history, or is there actual merit in my worries?

look, I've tried to have honest conversations with him, you know, those serious chats girlfriends have when they wanna clear the air and set things straight. he just always seems to brush me off with a quick laugh or a "babe, you're overthinking it" line, which honestly, sometimes makes me wonder if I really am overreacting or if I'm onto something. 🤔 it's super frustrating, 'cause the more he's elusive, the more I doubt everything. anyone else been here or have any advice? I don’t wanna feel like this anymore, but I also don’t wanna be in for a nasty surprise later on. I know trust is key in any relationship, but how do you build that if the other person is as vague as a foggy morning? like, is it too much to ask for him to just be a bit more open? I tell myself maybe it’s just how he is, but deep down, I feel it’s causing a rift and it’s gonna lead to a bigger mess if we don’t address it. spare a thought, folks, it ain't easy having these doubts all the time;

okay so im an immigrant and i emigrated to Ireland. I have an Irish friend and me and my other friend, who's half Dutch, were talking about the racism that immigrants have to deal with. then my Irish friend comes up to us and starts annoying us while we were in the middle of a deep talk. when we tell her to stop, she says to just continue our conversation, except she will join in. I was already really ticked off and I got really angry so I told her that she wouldnt understand because shes not like me and my other friend (i know that sounds really bad, but we made up after that). after that, she walked away and started writing in her notebook. (she didnt know that we were talking about racism and immigrants dealing with racism btw) so then I went up to her and I told her that it sounded really bad out of context and that I didnt mean it. she wrote 'you did' in her notebook. then she started walking back to where me and my other friend were sitting and I followed her. she started saying about how she did understand bc her mom left her when she was 4. then she sat down with us and I told her that I only said that because me and my other friend were both from different countries, so we would understand the racism that we face in Ireland more than she would. then she went on a rant about her mother leaving her and about how her mom moved to England, so she understands being from a different country, even though she is Irish. after that I changed the subject and then she started saying the different ways that she would kill her mom if she found her and also saying that she would kill her 5 year old half sister if she could. it was just a really uncomfortable conversation. me and my friend still listened to her though, because we didnt want to make her upset.

I thought it would never happen. I've heard stories of people falling for straight guys, straight girls, everything. but I was like, "You know, I'm not friends with any straight girls. I should be fine!"

But then, this semester, I sat next to her in biology. We exchanged polite smiles, nothing more. Then we started to talk a bit. Then we started talking about exes, guys we liked and didn't like, that sort of thing. She knows I'm not straight. I don't know her sexuality for sure, but she's kind of one of those girls where you can just TELL she's straight.

I don't know why I like her. She's really pretty, and funny, and nice, and she's the sweetest person. But... she likes guys. I'm nonbinary, for context, although she doesn't know that lol

someone help me please, I need to get over her but idk how...

Getting the news that I had cancer felt like a punch in the gut. When the oncologist said those words, it was as if the world paused, and all I could hear was the incessant ringing in my ears. It's funny how moments like that can be so isolating, yet so communal at the same time.🎗️ Everyone knows someone who's battled this beast, yet it's always different when it's you. That feeling of being adrift in a sea of medical jargon—metastasis, chemotherapy, targeted therapy—it's overwhelming. But damn, I never pictured myself in this fight, not at this point in life. But here I am, and I guess the only way is forward; I've got to keep swinging.

Cancer treatment is a whirlwind. One moment you're being scanned head-to-toe, the tech using words like "tumor markers" and "biopsy results," and the next, you're sitting in a too-bright room with fluorescent lights buzzing overhead, getting a rundown of your treatment plan. It's like they're plotting a military operation in your own body. They, of course, mean the well-meaning medical team—the oncologists, nurses, and specialists who keep telling me I need to stay strong. Sometimes, I think to myself, "Am I supposed to be grateful or terrified?" Because right now, I'm exhausted from these pep talks and motivational quotes. Doctors might have all the knowledge in the world, but they don't know what it feels like to sit on the other side of that desk, huh?

Yeah, I get it. Positivity is the mantra. But there are days when I freaking want to scream. I want to tell someone to take their platitudes and shove them. It's not easy managing the side effects of chemo—those surprise bouts of nausea that hit like a wave, the fatigue that feels like a weight is dragging me down. It's like my body is betraying me while we're supposed to be on the same team. Every day, I pop pills with names longer than a CVS receipt, timing them between sparse meals because my appetite is like a see-saw. And let's not forget the ongoing battle with insurance—pre-authorizations and phone calls that feel like a test of endurance.

Still, I've met warriors on this path who are nothing short of inspiring. There's Jane, who lost her hair but came to every session with a smile that could light up a room. She once told me, "This is just a detour, not the end of the road." Then there's Mark, who's in remission, and he swears by his mantra, "Hope is a weapon." These interactions are grounding—they remind me that I'm not alone, even if my journey is uniquely mine. The community is a powerful thing, and sometimes a simple “how are you feeling today?” can mean more than all the medical advice combined. Have you ever experienced that magic of connection that turns strangers into comrades?

In all this chaos, there's a weird, subdued calm that settles in knowing you're doing all you can. Despite the odds and the stats that doctors rattle off, I tell myself to keep fighting; it's both a command and a plea. If life is a series of battles, this is just another one, albeit a brutal one. But it surfaces a profound question—why fight at all? Do we fight to win or out of a sheer refusal to give in? So, while I may have days when every step feels heavy, I'll endure. Not just because I'm told it's the right thing to do, but because it’s who I am—a fighter, a survivor, maybe even a champion someday. So, to anyone else staring down this path, let's keep swinging, together...

Hey its me you might have seen my earlier posts yeah... they kind of fell through so I'm now a girl and lesbian and all that yay! It's not funny but the guy you liked so much now whenever you hear his voice or watch him do something you used to thought was funny you actually feel repulsed... Anyway that's not the point of this I really want to go to a all girls academy I go to school with boys but everything else it is with girls and I sent an email and everything and hopefully they send back. I missed the main deadline but I can still apply so I'm trying...

But I don't know cause I honestly hate the school I'm at now and when I told my best friend of 5 years I wanted to move school he doesn't even care he isn't even worried none of my friends care they can make me laugh but I feel when I need something it doesn't matter to them they don't care. I literally sat at my lunch table talking to no one. No one tried to make conversation my friend said once are you okay I said I guess then I was the one who had to make the conversation. But it's not like they aren't happy there off skipping and yelling and laughing with each other I'm just the one they don't care about anymore. Yeah I guess i'll miss marching band and I wont be a section leader but honestly I will live with other girls with my own phone doing whatever I want I will finally be a cheerleader like I've always wanted to be but I didn't want to join because I hated most of the girls on the cheer team. Not all though some of them are so sweet, but most are judgmental. I will have my own phone which I have never had before I'll be able to die my hair. Have a job, wear what I want during my free time. But the school is a private school so super expensive so I'm trying to get full scholarship. Yeah sometimes I'm sad thinking about moving and everything but like if I don't get accepted I don't know what I'm gonna do. I will not be able to stand another year at this school. I wanna be accepted for who I am.

So many people at my school are homophobic, transphobic, antisemitic, (sorry I don't know if I spelled that its basically hatred and fear of Jewish people). They also make fun of people who are suicidal, they make fun of furies, not even just furies like if you like cosplay they make fun of you for that. Also my school is super poor the school is horrible, food, horrible teachers some of them are okay but... I just don't know anymore should I move schools or should I stay...

Thanks for listening!❤

i keep losing people and i know the common denominator is me. i can’t retain friends, can’t maintain the relationship lifecycle, can’t even pass the basic onboarding phase without screwing up the deliverables. i ghost when things get real. i overshare when it’s casual. i either underperform emotionally or i flood the pipeline with too much data. it’s inefficient and people churn out. that’s not me being dramatic, it’s just pattern recognition. the metrics are obvious. high initial engagement, sharp drop-off, zero retention. i suck at friendship. i don’t nurture it, don’t water it, don’t even check the soil. then i act surprised when it dies. i tell myself i prefer being alone, that independence is some kind of premium subscription, but it’s mostly ego and poor communication skills. i don’t like small talk, i don’t like constant texting, i don’t like pretending to care about things that feel trivial. but that’s part of the social contract, right? reciprocity, mutual validation, shared maintenance. i don’t comply, so the contract expires. people move on. they should. i’m not exactly a value add 😒. i get defensive fast. i interpret neutral feedback as a threat. i treat vulnerability like a security breach. then i wonder why nobody sticks around. it’s not malicious, it’s just how i’m wired. still, intent doesn’t negate impact. do you ever notice how you sabotage connections before they stabilize? or is that just me being fundamentally defective. i watch others build tight circles, group chats buzzing, weekend plans locked in, and i’m here with archived conversations and muted notifications. i can analyze it like a case study. attachment issues, poor conflict resolution, low tolerance for ambiguity. all textbook stuff. but knowing the theory doesn’t fix the execution. i fail the practical every time. and now i actually need someone. not for entertainment. not for optics. for support. real, boring, consistent support. and i have no one to call 🤷‍♂️.

i pushed everyone to the periphery because closeness felt like liability. proximity increases risk exposure. the closer someone gets, the more surface area there is for disappointment, for judgment, for abandonment. so i preemptively detach. i downgrade people from priority to optional. i delay replies. i cancel plans. i make sarcasm my primary interface. it’s not charming, it’s just rude. i know that. i see it happening in real time and still don’t interrupt the process. it’s like watching a system crash and refusing to patch it. then when i finally hit a low point, when stress spikes and the internal bandwidth collapses, i look around and there’s no redundancy, no backup server, no human failover. just me and my stupid pride. i need a friend right now and that feels pathetic to admit. not a crowd. not followers. one person. someone stable. someone who won’t interpret my silence as hostility but also won’t enable it. someone who calls me out without turning it into a performance review. is that too much to ask? or am i the unreasonable variable in every equation. i don’t blame the people who left. they optimized for their own wellbeing. that’s rational. i would’ve done the same in their position. but here’s the part that pisses me off: i actually care. i just don’t express it in a user friendly way. my empathy is clunky. my timing is off. my tone is sharp. i default to critique instead of comfort. and yeah, that makes me hard to keep around. i can admit that without self pity. this isn’t a sob story. it’s a status report. current state: isolated. root cause: poor relational management. desired outcome: one solid friend. i don’t need daily affirmation. i don’t need dramatic loyalty vows. i need consistency. shared silence. mutual respect. basic human presence. and i don’t know how to build that without eventually screwing it up again. maybe the real issue is that i treat friendship like a transaction instead of a process; maybe i expect immediate ROI instead of long term investment. either way, i’m here. blunt. aware. alone. so tell me, how do you keep people close without suffocating them or pushing them away. or do you just accept that some of us aren’t built for connection and move on.

I've been married to my husband for 20 years. That's a whopping two decades of sharing life, love, and endless bickering over the remote control. People often talk about empathy in relationships: being attuned to each other's emotions, understanding their partner's unspoken needs, and just generally being all-around mind-readers and soul-soothers. But here's the kicker—I sometimes wonder if I'm even capable of being a good partner, let alone some sort of empathic wizard.

What kind of empath am I, if at all?!?! I mean, sure, empathy isn't just about shedding a tear during a sappy movie or patting someone’s back when they're upset. It's deeper, more subtle, and hey, pretty demanding. The truth is, I’ve spent ages trying to wrap my head around it. Am I supposed to have a PhD in psychic vibes, or what??? My husband, bless his soul, always says I’ve got a knack for tuning into his feelings.

But here's the rub—I don't feel it. It's like trying to solve a jigsaw puzzle with pieces that refuse to fit. I don't always get when he’s mad until he’s loud enough to startle the cat. Does this mean I’m emotionally tone-deaf? I read somewhere that "true empathy involves standing in someone else's shoes." What if I'm over here wandering around barefoot because I can't find the damn shoes???

So, I'm throwing this out there—am I alone in this empathy-challenged boat? Who else is grasping for straws in the feelings department? Please tell me I’m not the worst wife on the planet. After all, we've made it this far, and that counts for something, right??? Maybe being an "empath" is overrated, or maybe I just need more hands-on training. But hey, they say awareness is the first step, right? Maybe there's hope for me yet. Stay tuned.

Hello to Every beautiful person reading this!

I would like to share the recent event of my life, which is rather disturbing for me and I'm honestly lost at the moment, not able to figure out what to do next. Please tell me what you do from your POV.

So I have a partner who is the love of my life and we have been together for like childhood hehehe, we are childhood sweethearts. Now to keep things short we are about to get married and suddenly the table has turned. My partner had a fight with one of his aunts because she was disrespecting me that she does not like me and doesn't want us to get married instead he should marry someone chosen by his family. During that fight I was obviously not present there but she called out the neighbors and basically destroyed my image, I cant expect better from a drunken divorcee women, anyways but the part that shook me and my partner was both his parents doesn't like me too and they were putting an act in front of me all these years that they like me and they have no problem with our relationship. The aunt is the real problem here because of her I have been misunderstood by everyone multiple times. GOD WHY SHE HATES ME!!! So basically my partner told me not to worry and we will live separately after marriage if they didn't approve our relationship, and now I'm feeling so bad that I don't wanna be a reason that because of me a boy left his parents and home. I seriously don't know what to do please help me and guide me here.

it has been two months since we broke up. i still think about him every day. i wake up and his name is just there in my head. i wonder if he does the same?? does he pause when he hears a song we liked?? does he look at old pictures and feel that small ache too?? i try to stay calm about it. we ended things for real reasons. we both needed space. that is a fact. but feelings do not follow rules. sometimes i replay our last talk. i ask myself if he misses my laugh or the way i made coffee too strong. is it silly to hope he thinks of me at night?? i am not angry. just curious. just human. i keep telling myself that if i still care, maybe he cares a little too;

i cannot forget him yet. that is just the truth. i go out with friends. i work. i smile. life moves. but there is this quiet space where he used to be. do you ever feel that?? like someone left but their shadow stayed?? i do not stalk him. i do not text. i respect the break. that feels mature. still, when my phone lights up, i look fast. maybe it is him!! it never is, but hope is stubborn. i think time will soften this. i believe people who shared something real do not just erase each other. maybe he wonders about me on random days. maybe he smiles at a memory and keeps walking. that idea makes me feel calm. what if he is healing too?? what if we both are growing, even apart?? i choose to see it that way. it hurts a bit, yes. but it also feels warm. like something good existed. and maybe that is enough for now.

so, here's the thing: i'm 31, living what many might consider an enviable life. i have a pretty sweet gig as a project manager at a reputable firm, the kind of job that keeps me moving, challenges my brain, and supports a lifestyle that others might dream of. but here's the kicker – despite all the successes that are supposed to fill my heart with contentment and joy, i can't help but feel like life has lost its sparkle. you know how people toss around "all work and no play makes jack a dull boy"? well, it turns out being the work-focused jack (or jill, in my case) isn't particularly fulfilling when you're coming home to an empty apartment every night. 😕

am i doing something wrong here? i mean, i spent my twenties hustling to build this career, thinking i'd eventually slide into the whole husband and kids scene like it was a given. except... i just haven't found that particular groove. how do people have it all? a fulfilling job, a loving partner who gets them, sunny mornings filled with laughter and weekend adventures with friends who feel like family. some evenings i curl up with a cup of tea, staring out the window at the bustling city below, feeling like i'm watching life happen rather than actually living it. is this some phase i'll grow out of, or is there something i'm fundamentally missing?

maybe i'm being overly dramatic here, but i've seen those aspirational quotes floating around the internet, like "life is not about waiting for the storm to pass but learning to dance in the rain." these thoughts swirl in my head while i ponder whether i'm just a part of the human race's rat race, unable to break free from the seemingly endless cycle of work, eat, sleep, repeat. i'm wrestling with the concept of how all these accomplishments seem purposeless without personal connections that truly matter. and then there's the matter of friendships—or the lack thereof. ever noticed how adult friendships are this fragile dance of juggling schedules and priorities? makes me wonder how others cement those lifelong bonds without sacrificing their aspirations.

i remind myself there's always a sliver of hope, though. i mean, life's got to be more than this, right? maybe it's time to invest some energy into meeting new people, forging authentic connections, and reminding myself that embracing change is part of the journey. perhaps the lesson here is about resilience, about finding that balance between professional success and personal satisfaction. i'm not giving up. far from it. is there a magical formula to balance career and personal life? perhaps i need to remind myself, as c.s. lewis said, "you are never too old to set another goal or to dream a new dream." and who knows? maybe the best is yet to come. here's hoping for a future filled with more than just my career – one that radiates with warmth and genuine human connection.

I don’t know why this bothers me so much but it does. I’ll send her a message at 10:14, something simple like “hey love, how’s your day going? 😊” and I see the two little blue checks almost instantly. She’s online. She read it. And then… nothing. It just sits there. My words floating in space like I’m talking to a wall. Sometimes I scroll back and I see entire blocks of green messages from me, just me, like a full on monologue. “Did you call the plumber?” “Should we book the hotel?” “I was thinking about that thing you said yesterday…” Blue ticks. Silence. It makes me feel kinda stupid, not gonna lie. Like I’m the guy who keeps talking at a party while everyone else walked away 5 minutes ago. And I KNOW she’s busy. She works hard. She gets distracted. But why read it if you’re not going to answer? Why not wait until you can reply? Is it just me or does that feel worse somehow? 😅 I even start overthinking it. Did I say something wrong? Was my tone weird? Is she mad and not telling me? Last week I sent her this long message about how proud I was of her for handling that stressful situation at work, like really heartfelt stuff, and she saw it… and didn’t reply until 5 hours later with “thanks.” Just that. “Thanks.” I stared at that word like it was a riddle. Am I being dramatic? Probably. But when it keeps happening you start to feel invisible. I’ll send her updates about my day too, like “client meeting went well” or “I fixed that leak under the sink finally 💪” and it’s like I’m narrating my life to an audience that doesn’t clap. And yeah, sometimes she answers later, and when she does it’s normal, sweet even. But those gaps, those empty spaces, they mess with my head more than I’d like to admit.

The thing is, I love her. Deeply. She’s not cold, she’s not mean, she’s just… not glued to her phone the way I am. I grew up in this always-online culture where a read receipt feels like a promise of a reply, you know? Like if you open the door, at least say hi. She’s more old-school. She’ll call instead. She’ll talk for an hour and laugh and tell me about everything I texted her about like she stored it somewhere in her brain. And I realize she DID read it. She DID care. She just didn’t type back. Maybe I attach too much meaning to those little blue ticks. Maybe it’s my insecurity speaking. I remember one night I sent her a message saying I was feeling overwhelmed, just mentally drained. She saw it and didn’t reply for a while. I sat there thinking the worst. But when she got home she hugged me so tight and said she wanted to talk about it in person because it mattered. That hit me hard. Maybe silence doesn’t always mean indifference. Maybe sometimes it means “I’ll respond properly later.” I’m trying to change how I see it. Instead of thinking “she doesn’t care,” I’m trying to think “she’s living her life.” And honestly, I don’t want to be the guy who needs constant validation through text bubbles. I want to be secure. I want to trust the bigger picture of our marriage, not panic over one unanswered message. Have you ever felt like this? Like you’re arguing with your own thoughts over something so small but it feels huge in the moment? I’ve started sending fewer rapid-fire messages and instead waiting to talk in the evening. It’s helped. And when she DOES reply quickly, which she sometimes does, it feels like a nice surprise instead of an expectation. I’m not perfect, I still sometimes stare at my phone and think “just type something…” 😅 but I’m learning. Maybe communication isn’t just about speed, maybe it’s about consistency and love over time. And when I look at our life, the way she shows up for me in real ways, not just digital ones, I realize I’m lucky. So yeah, it still stings sometimes when someone sees your message but doesn’t reply… but maybe it’s not the end of the world. Maybe it’s just two different styles trying to meet in the middle. And I’m hopeful we’ll keep figuring it out together ❤️