Life Stories and Everyday Drama

Idk i need someone to talk me out of this shit and give me advicee helpp.

So im bi and ace (happy pride monthhhh). Ive known the bi part since i was 9 but i kept hiding it and supressing it untill last year. It honestly was HORRIBLE since i hated myself for being bi, and i felt like a freak and a creep who shouldent be in girls spaces. I felt that i was invading others privacy, i hur7 myself because of it a LOT. I also study in a skl that has a LOT of homophobic students, so it made me terrified. I was also so confused and scared an i had no one to talk to.

After some time i started to get better but then almost every person i told didnt belive me. MY BROTHER HAD A PANIC ATTACK WHEN I TOLD HIM. A lot of people told me i was wrong cuz i looked straight (idk i dont think so lol). It honestly slowed down the process sm.

I always thought my parents were chill about queer stuff but when i started involving myself (like watching queer shows) they didnt like it. And then my mom told me she was an ally but belived most lgbt people were faking for attention and because straight people are a minority now. She mentioned bi girls specifically at the time so i was devastated. OFC.

But after a while when i did come out to my mom was so sweet and i was SO INSANELY happy. I started tearing up and everything and i was so relived. And then after a while (like im not kidding like a week) i started questioning if i was asexual after my friends genuanly said they wanna do it and it dosent makethem feel gross and i started researching about it and I related to A LOT of the things.

I went back to like the self hate thing and hurt1ng myself and i was terrified cuz my mom thinks asexuality is just depression. I was like forcing myself to read p0rn and stuff untill i got a fever to try and fix it.

But now that im very comfterble w being bi and kinda with being ace out of nowhere actual homophobic people. Like my grandma who is an ally said labels were made to break up families and my aunt asked if i thought it was normal. My classmates are being MORE homophobic, so is my skl. When i tried to come out to my dad he said hes a mosquito thats atracted to walruses and he should be respected. He was only nice to me after my brother outded me as bi. But still he acts kinda off and said im pushing it into people faces when i was joking about a kpop idol being my wife. And my mom didnt actually belive me about being bi and she thinks im tryinf to fit in with my friends. And i told my brother im ace (the only person in my house who actually belives im bi and respects it) and he said i was going crazy. its not like im in danger or anything, and ik other people go through way more then i am rn, but still its kinda hitting me for the first time how people can be and im so scared. Idk ig before this homophobes were just this joke thing people talk about online but their not fr idk. and i dont have any adults to talk to. Im still learning about being bi and ace and i dont have an expirienced people in my life who understand it and stuff. Im honestly kinda scared idkk

Could any queer person give me advice pls? Im kinda going insane rn

So here's the bitter truth, I lost my husband and my son in a car crash just one week ago. Yeah, it's rough and honestly, it feels like someone ripped out my heart and stomped all over it. The world keeps spinning as if nothing happened. Like seriously? Because for me, everything's just... broken.

There's this void that I can't even begin to fill. Everywhere I look reminds me of them. The empty chair at the dinner table, the unoccupied side of the bed... It's enough to make anyone lose their mind! People keep telling me how strong I am but honestly, I don't feel it. Not one bit.

And let's talk about the people who say "time heals all wounds"—cut the crap! It's been a week and every damn second is torture. I'm stuck in this loop of what-ifs and could-have-beens, replaying moments we shared over and over again trying to find some comfort in memories;

But you know what? Even with all this pain weighing me down, there's this tiny sliver of hope flickering inside. Maybe I'll never fully heal (like come on) but I've got friends sticking by my side like glue keeping me from spiraling too far into darkness... And somehow that's enough for now.

feels like i'm invisible in my own marriage. you know the irony? everyone thinks that we are this picture-perfect family. from the outside, it seems perfect... but on the inside, i am screaming to be seen and heard!!! married for three years with three kids keeps you busy, no doubt about that. it’s not just hard work: it's a constant juggling act of tasks that never seem to end!!! but still... does all this mean i should fade into the background?

having discussions without actually talking! that's what it's become with our dynamics lately. everytime I try to bring up an issue (about the kids or house) it gets brushed off or postponed. decisions are made without consulting me (i'm supposed to be a partner; not an afterthought). in business circles, there is something called 'actionable feedback'. we dissect problems and strategize solutions—but here at home where it really counts? it's met with deaf ears!

i've tried addressing how i feel invisible so often now that even attempting another discussion feels like talking to a brick wall. Rational conversations quickly morph into silent treatments; can't really survive on those emotional voids forever, can you? managing issues efficiently requires recognition of feelings...something we're severely lagging in.

isolation came as quite a surprise!! sometimes late at night as i scroll through social media (to avert having a pointless argument), i wonder if other spouses feel this way too?? why should elementary compassion be considered such a chore??

now, here’s where rudeness punches holes through your patience: why is taking my viewpoints seriously subject to time schedules??? missing pieces create uncomfortable living situations!!!! keeping things under wraps rather than discussing generates irreparable gaps... when will listening cease being optional and transform into absolute necessity?

Hey y'all, I've been feeling all kinds of mixed up emotions lately, and I just need to let it out somewhere. So bear with me while I lay it down. About a month ago, my husband died in a car accident. Yeah, he was driving drunk again. It's hard to say this out loud but I'm relieved he's gone... He was an alcoholic who turned violent over the years and living in that fear every single day was wearing me down real bad.

I know it sounds harsh but before he became that person, we had some good times together. That's why it's so confusing for me right now... one part of me feels free and liberated from all his violence and controlling behavior. Like, no more walking on eggshells around him or worrying about another blow-up.

But then there's this other side where I'm genuinely sad 'cause I did love him once upon a time when things were different between us! Quoting the old adage "time heals all wounds" might be true someday for me too but right now? Man, it just feels complicated AF.

It's like I'm caught in between being happy that the nightmare is over 'cause let's be real: nobody deserves to live like that... yet mourning what could've been if only he'd stayed sober or changed somehow (though deep down I knew he never would). So yeah that's where my head's at these days: sad & happy...

yo, so lately i've been dealing with this crazy anxiety crying thing. it's like every little thing sends me to tears and i ain't even joking!!! what's up with that?? i try to keep it cool and act all strong but inside i'm just trembling, y'know... i'm overwhelmed by stuff that might seem not a big deal to others but for ME it's huge. honestly, i never used to be emotional like this before, now it feels like anything could set me off anytime, anywhere.

these days waking up is a struggle! as soon as i'm out of bed my mind starts racing like a gazillion miles an hour!!! do people feel the same??? i dunno what goes on in their heads cause everyone seems so calm uh. some days are better than others but on bad days I can hardly get things done. i'm missing deadlines at work constantly😔 and i don't wanna let my team down; they rely on me... plus friends have started noticing too (aw man) making jokes about 'crying at everything.' hurts kinda bad tho.

i can't talk to anyone about this IRL cause well you'll never know how much they're judging you 😕and it sucks keeping these feelings just bottled! tho mom always said u gotta keep ur business private cause ppl can't be trusted... sometimes she's right....i'm super polite in meetings then come home n burst into tears, legit mess lol

every evening feels like running a marathon mentally!!!! no matter how hard i try distracting myself it creeps back always!! wondering if others cry for nothing then think if somethin's wrong in my damn head???? we were taught since childhood 'big boys don't cry' but am also losing control here~~~ the feeling comes when least expected.. where'd my confidence go? needing any tip or advice but unsure who really pays heed; meantime vent doesn't fix anything...

i'm unsure if anyone remembers me, but I was the dude who made those two posts a few monthhs ago. Just wanna do an update, she loved the flowers and was thankful for it since it was also her birthday just a few days after the closing day. Unfortunately, we had to part ways after that and now I'm a senior who's currently still moving on from her lol. And yes I did get rejected but in the upmost polite way possible, she was really sweet about it so it didnt sting much.

But now I'm back to square zero - I still see the same people in my classes, except herself and sometimes I just think about her but not in a too intense way of course. I'm also going to focus on my studies and more stuff in my school year and probably will stay out of falling in-love, kudos to the people who shared their views about my last two posts. Ik some were tough to read but it is very much valid and fair so yesyesyes I'm very sorry if my spelling and grammar is kinda mixed up right now, got really busy and haven't been focusing on literacy much but now I'm back and might do updates about what stuff is happening at this school year now. Anyway, I hope she's living her life and taking care of herself. Hope she meets the right person for her, and for the people reading this. I know it's long but thanks for sparing your time reading, hope you all have a great week. Take care ☺

As a woman, I've always been curious about what drives attraction between women sexually. While I'm certainly not an expert, it's something that has lingered in my mind for some time. I suppose that when we talk about attraction, a lot of us immediately think of visual elements - the ones that are evident from afar. It's easy to assume that physical attributes play a significant role in drawing someone's interest after all. However, what if that's only scratching the surface? What about personality traits or emotional connections? There's this nagging doubt in my head questioning whether such abstract components might actually overshadow appearances. After all, there's more to people than just their looks and it seems like there might be emotions at play that we're not fully aware of unless we dive deeper. Then there's this psychological perspective too which perplexes me quite a bit: how do personal experiences influence sexual attractions from one woman to another? I wonder if our own life stories shape whom we're drawn to on an innate level without consciously realizing why certain characteristics are so appealing while others aren't noticed as readily though logic might say they should be. Perhaps answers aren't straightforward since no one's identical even among those with similar orientations making sexuality complex like most things human-related without clear-cut explanations ready-made upon request despite thoughtful discussions surrounding these intimate topics purely because nothing remains static thanks ever-changing circumstances feelings introduce into equations defining endlessly evolving dynamics beyond simple summaries allow insightfully expressed perspectives illuminating nuances accentuating individuality within vast spectrum humanity constitutes.

been losing sleep over this casting coming up. gotta cry on cue... like, who even comes up with these requirements??? i mean, yeah, it's acting or whatever, but making yourself cry in 5 seconds flat feels like asking someone to fly. tried the usual stuff: chopping onions, watching sad movies, thinking about my ex (lol), but nope!!! nothing's working. just staring at myself in the mirror like a weirdo hoping for tears. i'm not some robot that can just turn on the waterworks at command.

seriously though! what are we supposed to do? fake it till you make it only goes so far when your eyes refuse to cooperate. looked up stuff online and everything's so vague: 'just think of something sad...' wow! amazing advice!! never thought of that... 🙄 it's not like i'm trying to become the next academy award winner here; i just need to get through this freakin' audition without looking like an idiot.

i read somewhere that pinching yourself helps?? can't wait to show up with red marks all over my face as if i'm surviving a bug attack or something (what fun!). is there a secret club of actors who share tips on crying fast? cause i'd really love an invite right now. oh well, maybe i'll just go with plan b: perfecting other parts of the audition so they don't even notice if i mess up this crying nonsense.

so i've been pondering recently about what makes a good friend, and whether the ones i have really fit that description. i'm 35 now and these friends, well, we've known each other since we were teens. that's a long time to keep people in your life just because they happened to be there when you were awkward and pimply. but sometimes i wonder if they're the kind of friends i actually wanted or if i've just stuck around out of habit.

like, what even are the traits of a good friend? it feels like such a basic question but seriously. is it loyalty, honesty, someone who'll tell you when you're being an idiot or just nod and smile? do they need to share your interests or can you both just... exist together without any common ground?

let me give you an example: one time i was moving apartments and honestly expected at least one of them to show up and help with boxes but nah, it was crickets. sure, they had their reasons (don’t we all), but man, that felt crappy. maybe i'm expecting too much but isn't support during those times what you'd expect from friends?

ok ok so maybe i'm being harsh or putting too much weight on some trivial stuff but man it's exhausting wondering if you're misplacing your trust in people who won't reciprocate when push comes to shove. idk if this whole friendship dynamic is something that has some hidden guidelines nobody told me about. anyone else feel like this?

it's been tough having my son back home... i thought he'd finally turned a corner, learned his lesson after losing everything. but now i'm not so sure. he's 30, got caught up with the wrong crowd and drugs took over. lost his house, his job, even his family. moving back in with me was supposed to be a fresh start for him to rebuild. we made plans, set goals, he seemed committed. but lately i've been seeing signs that worry me... late nights out claiming he's looking for work. excuses that don't quite add up. am i just paranoid? this is all deja vu.

some days it feels like i'm living on edge, waiting for the other shoe to drop!! the trust is fragile and it's nerve-wracking wondering if today is the day it breaks again!! he's managed to get small jobs here and there but nothing stable enough to help him stand alone financially yet... i want to give him space and let him grow but how do you when you still have those doubts? he gets defensive when questioned about his whereabouts or money spending habits... when did honesty become such a difficult subject between us?

every day i remind myself we’re in this together... we're rebuilding brick by brick, no shortcuts!! it's just hard shaking off the fear of relapse completely.. will he ever really change? can someone truly leave their old life behind or does it always linger in shadows?? although skeptical, there is hope somewhere inside me that one day he'll prove me wrong.

I've been wrestling with this question for a while now and it seems quite consuming: is green tea actually good for bloating? It's strange because I've heard countless people swear by it and say that sipping on green tea helps them feel less bloated, lighter even. But I must admit, I've been drinking green tea regularly for the past few weeks hoping it would be some kind of magical solution. It's not like I'm expecting miracles but just maybe a little relief from feeling like I'm carrying around an inflated balloon in my stomach.

I keep thinking about what my grandmother used to say - 'a cup of tea soothes the soul'. That phrase echoes in my mind every time I pour myself another cup (usually with a sigh). Maybe I romanticize her words too much but there's this charming idea that simple remedies can still make a difference. Some folks talk about how antioxidants in green tea might work wonders on digestion and ease those discomforts. It sounds promising but honestly, am I just clutching at straws here? Or is there something more at play? For example, does my diet or stress levels affect how effective green tea could be for me?

I'm definitely not trying to disregard all those positive testimonials out there. They encourage me to persevere even when progress seems elusive... Which makes me wonder if I'm missing another piece of the puzzle? You see, one part of me believes wholeheartedly in harmless natural solutions as some wise older generations did yet another part questions if it's just wishful thinking. What if consuming green tea has become this comforting ritual rather than an actual remedy? A bit similar to lighting candles despite knowing they won't turn off power outages - nice ambiance though! ☕️ In the end maybe that's okay too because peace of mind counts doesn't it?

I'm a man who has everything and nothing at the same time. I've got my whole family with me, all their care and support...yet it feels like standing in the middle of a crowd and realizing I'm utterly alone. The irony is not lost on me. At work, surrounded by colleagues I don't even remotely connect with or respect, it's the same scenario weekly: fake smiles, forced laughter, corporate jargon flying around like it's supposed to mean something profound when really, it’s just all pretentious nonsense.

The truth? I can't stand any of them. It's as if I'm dancing to a song that's out of tune while everyone else seems blissfully unaware (or perhaps they're just better actors). There's always that one guy yammering away about his weekend adventures that sound more like desperate attempts to escape reality than enjoyable experiences. Meanwhile, my weekends consist of contemplating existence and how profoundly disconnected I feel from everything.

Even at family gatherings (birthdays, anniversaries, whatever) it’s this constant charade of "Hey! How are you?!" as if we actually cared beyond polite convention. It amazes me how easily people can slip into roles they've played a thousand times before...like clockwork puppets controlled by social obligations rather than actual emotional investment.

I've tried so hard to blend in...to be part of something larger than myself...only to realize repeatedly that maybe blending in isn't what I'm meant for. Everything feels mechanical and routine-driven like we're all stuck in an infinite loop of redundancy pretending it holds significance.

So yeah...there's your reality check wrapped up with a little bit of existential dread on top for good measure. Am I crazy for thinking this way? Or is this what it means to truly see through the facade humanity's constructed (where it's less about belonging somewhere or anywhere) but more about tolerating where you happen to be?

My dad was always there for me except in the ways that i wanted him to be.

My school was paid for, there was food on the table, clothes on my back, and everything I needed growing up. In some ways he did his job as a father but when it came to me emotionally the parts of me that needed softness growing up till today he was never there. I can't remember him ever telling me he loved me. Even now it feels strange to say out loud.

As a little girl I used to wonder what it would feel like to have a dad who asked me how my day was, who hugged me for no reason, who made me feel safe enough to talk about anything with him.

Most of our conversations have always been about school and my grades. Whether I'm focused. Growing up that's what mattered to him. That and religion. If you stayed on track, if you prayed, if you got good grades, there was peace in the house.

We live in the same house and yet i feel like he's a stranger sometimes. How can two people share the same space for years and still know so little about each other? He barely knows me even though he thinks he does, you cant know someone you never speak to. I wish we could talk like a normal father and daughter. About simple things. About life. About how we're doing. Without it feeling forced or awkward or like we're both waiting for it to end.

Sometimes I wonder if it's my fault for not trying harder.

But then i think isn't he the parent? Isn't he the father? Shouldn't he be the one to take the lead, to reach out, to make it easier for me to come to him?

Instead there's always been this distance between us. Now when he travels sometimes I think about calling him. Just to ask how he is but I never do. It feels unnatural like trying to build something from nothing. I wouldn't even know what to say so instead I hear about him through my mum.

And sometimes I feel guilty for how distant | am because I know he's not cruel. His parents raised him with toughness and he became a father through that same language. Providing and protecting

It would've been nice to hear it once in a while. To hear him say "I love you" To feel known and understood by him.

How do you build a relationship with a parent when there's always been distance?

so, i recently discovered my husband has been cheating on me for two years... apparently he says it's finished now but can i really trust that?! uncovering this betrayal only a few weeks ago, i'm still like a whirlwind of emotions overflowing with uncertainty... how do i move past this? it's frustrating to think that all those 'special' moments we shared were just lies disguising his deceit. what really grinds my gears is the audacity he had to carry on like everything was normal... lying straight to my face!!! Though i'm hurt beyond measure i can't help but question if there's a way forward from here or if i'm stuck in this agony forever.. my nights are restless as memories replay in an endless loop, us celebrating birthdays, anniversaries without even suspecting foul play. some tell me time heals, but what's tied to that clock? why should i even consider remaining stuck in something that's tainted by betrayal?. maintaining composure while contemplating next steps feels absurdly artificial given the upheaval in our life. trust shattered and heart in pieces, yet society expects pleasant smiles and swift moves along. it seems like painstaking reconstruction work ahead - mending what remains of respect and hope inside this fractured bond. perhaps forgiveness is a path worth treading??... after all everyone makes mistakes but looking past infidelity - tough as nails! grappling with raw pain alongside curiosity over future possibilities keeps the mind busy yet exhausted ..... therapist consultations are suggested by many acquaintances, whatever... cynicism furnished its permanent piece within me though digging through layers might eventually reveal clarity solutions optimism some claim linger there!

Asked out my friend and well got rejected not mad or sad kinda expected it but honestly the issue comes with me idk how to explain i hate my self yeah and i want to better my self but i never had real friends or a fun childhood i dont have any talents or niches but everyone around me does i feel talentless and well idk and well when i hang with my friends i dont connect or even in the friend group i pretend i play a role like in a play and the moment i fufill it i dissapear like they know im their but im not ya know its weird and i soe d money just to hang cuz well no one invites me to things and when people invite me its weird im starting to see the world through a lens of friendship can be bought because i have to invite to hang and spend money and i even spend money on them because i dont want them to leave i feel more comfortable in being used because well no one ever does the same for me invites me or just does it just cause idk i just feel like everything can be bought now if you have money and i dont mind being used if they stay friendship has officially kinda become dead now to me same thing with relationships idk kinda weird i guess i just hope they still need me i want to have real friends one day if thats even possible same thing for love if not ill just go on one time use all my money and just end it i guess just one day where i go out either a bang idk when i think about i just feel happy when i think about it i kinda cNt wait for that day mabye its just self sabotage oh well what can i do about it