Couple Stories

so I'm 26, and I've been trying to figure out how long it takes to get over a two-year relationship. it's been bugging me really bad lately. He was perfect for me, or at least I thought so, but then he just stopped loving me out of nowhere? It feels like I'm stuck in a loop of 'what ifs' and wondering if I'll ever feel that way again. Like, is there a specific timeline for this kind of stuff?!

people keep telling me time heals everything (ugh classic) but it's hard not to be skeptical when every morning still starts with the same ache in my chest. It's like even though months have passed since we broke up, his absence still hovers around like some annoying ghost. Wasn't expecting anything different today though, just another day waiting for something to change.

evenings are the worst because that's when all those memories hit hardest. we'll never walk in the park together again or laugh at silly jokes only we understood; it's kinda messed up how someone can go from being your whole world to just someone you used to know. feels like I'm carrying around this invisible weight all day long.

there's no handbook for heartbreak (unfortunately!) and maybe it’s dumb to think there should be one! But honestly, aren't emotions supposed to have an expiration date? How much longer am I meant to wallow before things don't feel so raw anymore? If anyone's got answers I'd love to hear... unless they're quoting "time will tell" again!

My best friend Leia, has a boyfriend in France, in other words we're in England and therefore they're online dating. I don't have a problem with online dating because I've done it before, but I don't like him. Not because he is French and in another country but because of him in general.

We were all friends, obviously they were dating and therefore it's different but me and him would play Minecraft. It was meant to be all 3 of us, but Leia was never in the mood simply because she was not in the phase.

Time skip, Valentine's day. They spend practically every day on call, calling till they sleep. Sleeping on call. Valentines was going to be the same. I wake up and find a message that it was Leia finally being on Minecraft! I have always wanted her to join ever since the world was made. I asked to join but I joined the world anyway, because I have technically been on the world longer than she has as a whole. I was told I was being "extremely rude" by her bf for simply joining.

Now thats a bit odd, yes its valentines day... But am I rude for simply being excited over my best friend that I know much longer than he does, bare in mind by 2 extra years of a sort simply from her being on a game that I wanted her to play all together for weeks? After simply 20 minutes. they left, he left minecraft on for me to carry on building, but thats it.

I did open up to this, with my other best friend, Sophia on call because... It wasn't personally that fair? just because its valentines I have been pushed away. Sophia asked her friends to see if it's okay also, one of them has a boyfriend themselves and they all said it's not okay. Therefore I message them both.

The hilarious bit. I was practically in the wrong from their point of view.

I brought it up, long argument short, I apologised for 'intruding' and just played with Sophia.

Another situation with them!

So, it was a random day, he asked me if I wanted to play minecraft at all that day, HE asked so I thought why not? it was 10am, I was busy, I told Sophia I couldn't call her today cause I had plans to call him. Now, throughout the day, I called with Sophia anyway but told her I had to leave at 4. Throughout the time, he has not left minecraft since 10. That was 6-7 (I'm not brain rotted, and it depends if you count 10am also) he has played practically none stop. On the dot, 4pm we planed to call. "Sorry im not in the mood anymore, maybe another day." Sorry? You're not in the mood because you played none stop, if you wanted to avoid that, log off especially if you know the time and what youre doing. I didn't hang up on Sophia thankfully. But what if I cancelled other plans just for this? not 10 minutes notice. Bang on the time of 4pm.

I texted Leia the problem, we went back and forth, she simply told me "talk to him on the group, I'm not involved" thanks.

On discord, on the group chat, I was texting him, back and forth, I now have another friend Ellie because I needed help knowing what to say and also to put in text (I tend to forget important information to involve so they help, + it was to help me know if im in the fault or not).

During this argument, he was not apologising for cancelling the game. He believed he was not in the wrong, He was also a year older than me and like I said before, immature. Therefore he was brainrotted. I despise him to this day for all of that. a year older than me and his girlfriend and he acts like this?

Anyway, it lasted long, to the point Leia steps in simply saying "this has gone on for too long, therefore I am going to point out the problems."

He gets 2 sentences of pointing out what I have said, he shouldn't have cancelled the idea last millisecond. She calls him "baby" I get thats his nickname, but you're babying him... No? And I get 2 paragraphs for 'dragging it on' and what I had done wrong.

Now I'm practically pissed, shes not on my side because I'm dragging the situation on valentines day in this predicament and now this? and she babied him cause thats a nickname. Thanks.

Moving on, it went back and forth. I told her I am not mad at her, she was panicking I was mad and furious at her, I pointed out numerous times I am not. I am mad at her boyfriend. Yet she has a panic attack and he begs me to be his friend still numerous times.

Did I know about the panic attack at the time? No. she never told me till a week later. So I thought he was being a creep, I still wouldn't of accepted his 'deal' to be friends (exactly how he worded it) because im not dealing with an immature boy who cannot say sorry when even his girlfriend knows he was in a wrong, 2 sentences or not.

I ended it by unfriending him and leaving the group. That is practically how it all went down.

I hate how she picked his side, couple or not, I know her more by an extra 2 years. and im not online. So if it all went downhill, I am closest and also her parents dont know him and also against online friends. Make it make sense...!

So, I've been feeling REALLY trapped lately. I'm 48, in a relationship with my girlfriend for what feels like forever; we're not married, no kids or anything, just two people co-existing under the same roof (I own the house). The thing is, she’s been in burnout for a long time now and honestly... I don't think she's capable of living alone at this point.

Don't get me wrong, she's great in so many ways but it feels like I'm doing all the work literally and figuratively. I commute a lot because my job is far away; spending hours stuck in traffic each day just to provide for us... It's taking its toll. But here I am every day grinding my way to maintain this life we've built together when it doesn't even feel like mine anymore?

I'm not sure if this makes me an awful person but I don't love her like before. That spark has faded away over time which leaves me wondering why stay? But thinking about leaving and seeing her struggle tears me apart; am I supposed to just abandon ship when things get tough? Is it even possible to find happiness again without crushing hers?

There's no manual on how these things should work out... Sure some would say communicate more or whatever – easier said than done! It's exhausting being rational while submerged in emotions all around you!! Sometimes it feels like there's no light at the end of the tunnel... How do you even begin untangling years’ worth of commitment without losing yourself completely?! 😩😖

so i'm just gonna spit it out here. i think my girlfriend might be cheating on me and it's driving me nuts. we've been together for like two years now and everything was great, or at least I thought it was. she's been acting kinda weird lately, you know? like suddenly she's all secretive about her phone and she never used to be like that.

the other day i glanced over while she was texting someone and she quickly tilted her phone away from me. 😒 srsly, wtf is that about? i asked her who she's chatting with so much and she got all defensive saying “it's nothing”...but my spidey senses are tingling hard, man 🤔;

i talked to one of my buddies about this and he was like dude chill, maybe you're just being paranoid but honestly can’t a guy rely on his instincts once in a while? i dunno if her behavior has changed or if i've just started noticing stuff i ignored before. might be both.

and get this: she's going out 'with the girls' more often than usual too. no offense but that's classic excuse material right there. we were supposed to have a date night last saturday but surprise, suddenly her bff had some existential crisis that needed sorting out immediately... yeah right 🙄

anyway what do people even do in these situations?? should I confront her directly or play detective for a bit longer? either way is kinda crappy cause trust feels super thin now. damn relationships are hard sometimes.

man, i've gotta get this out there. so i'm 19 and been dating this girl for a while now. she's great, don't get me wrong. but here's my thing: she's had sex before and i haven't. yep, still a virgin at 19. some might say that's no big deal, but let me tell you it's starting to feel like one. felt pretty confident about life till now, and suddenly bam – insecurity galore.

we talk about it sometimes and she's cool with it but talks like i should be doing a TED talk or something on all things sex-related cause i'm missing out BIG TIME. really helpful in making me feel better (not). i know sex is natural and blah blah blah but let's face it, the first time's got its own terrifying charm, right? every bit of advice feels like it's from someone who's light years ahead in some intergalactic space race i never knew existed. guess what really grinds my gears is that whole expectation game society plays where guys are supposed to just know stuff by default as if the manual popped out along with the birth certificate or something... sigh...

I don't know if anyone else has experienced this, but I've noticed that people who struggle with alcoholism can sometimes be really mean. I'm married to someone who drinks a lot, and my mom had the same issue when I was growing up. It's like there's a whole different person hiding behind the alcohol. One minute they're fine, and then suddenly it's like I'm the enemy.

I read somewhere that alcohol can change brain chemistry and lower inhibitions, which might explain why they say hurtful things without seeming to care. It feels like I'm constantly walking on eggshells, trying not to upset them even further. Sometimes it makes me think about what it would be like if I didn't have to deal with this at all; how much easier life could be.

It's difficult because I love them both deeply. Yet there are times when their harsh words cut right through me, leaving scars that take forever to heal. Alcohol plays such a significant role in these situations, altering personalities and making everything more challenging than it needs to be.

Despite everything, I remain hopeful. People can change if they truly want to; I've seen stories where individuals have turned their lives around for the better after overcoming addiction. This gives me hope that maybe one day things will improve too. Until then, I'll keep supporting them while taking care of myself as well 🙂.

I've been finding myself in this situation where I feel like I'm constantly walking on eggshells in my marriage... My wife seems to complain about everything these days... no matter what I do, it's never enough. I've taken on more responsibilities around the house than ever before, frankly doing more than she does; yet somehow, it all seems unnoticed. It feels frustrating trying to keep everything positive when there's a looming sense of dissatisfaction from her side.

There was a particularly intense argument lately where she even mentioned the "D word" (divorce...). That hit me hard! It's difficult not to overthink things when such heavy terms are thrown into conversations. Since then, I've been very cautious about every little thing I say or do at home. The anxiety over potentially setting off another round of complaints or arguments is exhausting.

Even the smallest activities are scrutinized now... whether it's something mundane like leaving dishes unchecked for a moment or trivial matters like the choice of TV channel. You find yourself triple-checking your actions (even if they seem inconsequential) just to avoid unnecessary drama; and let's face it, nobody can live like this forever!

Despite trying my best every day, there remains an unshakable doubt hanging above... am I really doing enough? Or is it merely a phase she'll come out of? While I'm desperately trying to make sense of all this chaos without drowning our relationship in negativity and second guesses... What's reasonable to hope for here in keeping things amicable and preventing a deeper rift?!

I'm just so fed up with my husband right now. We've been married for four years, and everything was fine until a few weeks ago. I mean seriously, outta nowhere he just starts completely ignoring me! Like when we're in the same room he pretends like I'm not even there! It's driving me nuts 😡.

I tried talking to him about it, asking if something's wrong or if I've done anything to upset him, but he's acting like a stone wall. Not even a peep or an acknowledgement from him. It's not like I'm expecting some big heartfelt conversation, but dammit, at least acknowledge that I've said something! How is this okay?

When we first got married, I remember those times when we couldn't stop talking (or maybe goofing around) and now it's like he's in his own world and I've suddenly become invisible. Feels like I'm living with a ghost or something 👻. Everything seemed normal until this weird shift happened; wasn't there any warning signs that I missed?

I'm trying to be reasonable here but how do you reason with someone who won't even talk back? Part of me feels pathetic for trying so hard to make things work when he's clearly checked out mentally. It’s kinda exhausting to keep guessing what could've possibly gone wrong without any hints or clues.

So yeah, that's where I'm at: stuck dealing with radio silence from my supposed partner while feeling like I'm shouting into the void.... It's frustrating as hell and honestly disheartening... I just can't shake the feeling that there's no going back once you've hit this kind of disconnect.

Hey everyone! I never thought I'd be writing on a venting website, but I'm feeling so lost right now. So I'm 29 years old and I've been dating this amazing girl for a while. Things were going great until she found out I was following a few girls on OnlyFans. Now she's upset and accusing me of cheating. It's like my whole world turned upside down overnight. 😩

I understand why she feels hurt, but from my perspective, following someone on a subscription-based platform doesn't really scream "cheating" to me. To be honest, it's more like supporting content creators in their work, you know? I mean, it's not like I have any form of direct interaction with these creators beyond just being a subscriber.

She sees it differently though... She's talking about breaking up over this, and it's tearing me apart because I really care about her a lot. Her words were like daggers when she referenced how betrayal can feel just as painful when it's digital as when it's physical... That got me thinking: Is there some unspoken industry rule that equates subscribing to someone's content as infidelity???

I've always considered myself to be an understanding and loyal partner, but this situation has thrown me into such confusion! How do you even begin to resolve something like this without causing further harm? Has anyone else experienced anything remotely similar? Any thoughts or advice would be greatly appreciated!

I feel terrible because I'm not spending my day with her. It's a holiday, and we're not going out for drinks or anything. This whole "each of us doing our own thing" thing bothers me, and I don't want it to be this way. I want to be with her, I want to experience things together, kiss her, have sex with her, go out, and do other romantic things. She's a very special girl to me, the one who has won my heart. I met her at the office, but I'm not willing to let things end there; I'm not willing to let her go. She's the one I want to marry. I hadn't planned it at all, but I don't care. I want to build a life with her. Just one touch between us, a light kiss on the cheek, done completely naturally, told me everything, absolutely everything: that she's the one, that she's my soulmate.

I can't imagine a life without her. Personally, I don't care at all what people at the office think. I don't care about our differences, not at all. I don't even care that she has terrible social skills, that she's the most annoying person in the office. I feel like we share something special; we've been through a lot together, and that can't end there. I'm fed up with her seriousness, with that thing that makes her always stand on the sidelines. I know she came to the office with a certain idea, just work, but the answer is no. Our feelings speak of something else entirely. This isn't just work; in fact, there's nothing that connects us, so there's no excuse to say this is just an illusion. What we've experienced is definitely the story of two strangers, no shortcuts, who were drawn to each other, and she certainly didn't want to let it go, and she never did. In fact, no matter what, even if she denies it, even if she hasn't said anything, without a doubt, we're dating, definitely. Nothing has been said, but that's what I feel.

We're dating because our moments together are unique, private, understood only by us, and they fill us in our own way, setting us apart from all the other relationships around us. She's the love of my life, the only one who has truly won me over, the only one with whom I haven't felt the weight of being alone. We're in this together, we've risked everything, facing life's unpredictability. I feel like we don't even need to do anything, just wait for things to happen, like we always have. It's no secret at the office what we have, that I fought against my coworkers' insistence on maintaining a united front, which, to begin with, wasn't really there. I fought for her for something real, something established, something well-built. She protects us, literally, with her life, as if there were no tomorrow, and with everyone else, she keeps them at a distance, at bay, never talking about life's misfortunes. Not with me, though; it's all just pure sweetness. Indeed, to be with her, like me, you have to earn it, you have to face challenges, fears, the fact that she's no longer just meeting expectations, but revealing her feelings.

I think I can say, with all due respect, that I'm crazy about her, that I can't live without her, and I hope this isn't seen as obsession. I mean, I want to say it, I'm fed up with this censorship of language that translates into a normality no one believes in, that instead threatens outbursts of violence. I don't care if they understand it at the office or not, I love her and she's my girlfriend, that's how I see her. In part, I have to admit that I'm extremely happy with how things have turned out with her; I've never felt so special, so cherished, so loved, so valued in my entire life. It's as if we were husband and wife. I really needed to say all of the above to somehow unblock myself regarding those thoughts and settle into the present, under what little agreement there is, which is essentially nothing. I feel that I would never, ever make an agreement with her, and that working with her is dangerous, personally, because you can't have any conflicts with her, otherwise strange things will start happening.

With her, having something like that based on agreements is a recipe for instability. That favoritism, that manipulation, those standards—it's a beautiful thing I'd rather never deal with. I prefer my relationship with her to be discreet, comfortable, intimate, and where I'm allowed to make mistakes, not confined by any standards. I mean, I don't feel pressured by her in any way. In fact, I'm grateful that she has me blocked everywhere right now, because there's no way to make any assumptions about what she expects regarding the treatment, which in fact, after a certain standard treatment from her, she does have certain expectations and it's not crazy to say that she thinks about things that one doesn't.

I can't deny it, to me that girl seems like a danger par excellence. I don't like her at all, and that's why I've preferred a daily relationship, where there's a real, divine, delightful connection, where we feel each other and act with absolute respect, not in a routine intrusion, not in a situation where we're caught between a rock and a hard place, as they do with others. She never tried that with me, and that's precisely why I decided to make this happen, because, in fact, I was tremendously grateful for her respectful, inclusive, and welcoming treatment when I arrived at the office. That definitely couldn't stay that way, and that's why I fought to get to the point I've described. She, I can say from my own perspective, deserved it, and in fact, I'm willing to go as far as she wants. Not just anyone would treat me that way, and in fact, she broke through that mold of distance that others had with me. It was definitely worth it.

The others didn't understand; instead, they chose to take action to distance her from me, considering it an act of manipulation or something like that. It was a game with her feelings, and that's why I stood up to them, to the point that now at the office I feel completely with her, not with any other group, simply setting aside the prejudices that bureaucracy imposes on us. We've overcome many difficulties, and even though the diagnosis was that we would be fired, we categorically refused and are doing everything we can to maintain that stance. The environment doesn't dictate our relationships; we do. The environment doesn't tell us how to be; we do. The days of abandoning our feelings for others to move on with life, thus abandoning them, are over. It happened to us once, not twice. I feel proud to be by his side, to feel that I'm with someone who truly stands up for himself, fully defending his environment, on his own terms, from his own individuality. I foresee a prosperous future between us, because I feel a bond between us, before the world, and therefore one that can endure. A place to rest.

everything i do is wrong! when i say everything... i mean EVERYTHING!!! i've been married to my wife for five years now. at first, everything was smooth sailing. but these past two years? it's like i'm living in a different universe. whatever i say or do seems to be the incorrect choice in her eyes; nothing pleases her! there's an ongoing feeling of inadequacy encroaching my every move!! it's exhausting trying to keep up with her expectations when they're ever-changing and just downright impossible! like yesterday, i did the laundry (as usual) and she said I mixed colors with whites... again! i'm not saying i'm blameless, but can't we communicate instead of this constant barrage of what's wrong?? relationships should have a balance (a harmony where both individuals feel appreciated and understood) but lately, it feels skewed beyond repair. 💔 admittedly, the whole situation has driven me to question myself more than once: am i the problem or is it something deeper within our dynamic? either way, i'll keep trying because she's worth it even if she doesn't see that in me right now;

My sister had the audacity to tell me this weekend that my relationship with my new boyfriend was "clingy". I mean, excuse me? It feels like everyone is obsessed with labeling relationships without even knowing what they are talking about. This whole situation lacks any kind of strategic foresight. Relationships have their own dynamics and no one bothered to ask me or my boyfriend about ours; My sister, bless her heart, believes she is an expert in this field just because she has managed to stay single for five years straight. 😂Anyway, it seems entirely unreasonable to make such an assertion based on casual observations made during a couple of family get-togethers. What does 'clingy' even mean in a relationship? It's all about personal interpretation right? Perhaps if we adhered more closely to empirical data before throwing out terms like that, we'd have fewer misinterpretations around us.

So I'm in a bit of a predicament and it's really bugging me, like how do you even know if she's cheating? Seriously, it's been an issue for me lately. I've been noticing these subtle shifts (not always so subtle...), little anomalies if you will, in her behavioral patterns and daily routines. There's this recurrent phenomenon where she'll come home later than usual from work without any coherent explanation; or she'll suddenly have these secretive phone calls that she dismissively labels as "just work stuff" while conveniently disappearing into another room to talk. I mean, come on, am I just supposed to accept that at face value? It's frustrating trying to process this without jumping to conclusions but it's tough when the signs are glaringly obvious.

I remember one time I was sitting in our living area after a particularly exhausting day at work, attempting to unwind with some music when she receives a text message. Nothing unusual about it except for the fact that she abruptly turns down the volume on my stereo and skimps over to the bedroom with her phone clutched tightly as if it held state secrets. It kind of leaves you wondering: am I being played for a fool here? The cognitive dissonance is real because rational thought tells me not to act upon baseless suspicion but then again there are all these circumstantial pieces of evidence pointing towards infidelity. Anomalies in someone's behavior often speak volumes more than words can convey, right?

Now here's another thing that's got my gears grinding: we've entered into this phase where our conversations lack depth or genuine engagement. It's like talking to someone who is physically present but mentally absent, which is unusual given our track record of open communication and emotional connectedness over the years. How can someone just flip off a switch like that unless there's something else occupying their mind space? Maybe it's paranoia or maybe it's intuition whispering alarm bells softly yet persistently in my ear but the ambiguity is psychically draining.

These thoughts keep me awake at night because trust is such a fragile construct once doubt begins its corrosive work. You find yourself replaying and scrutinizing past interactions trying to decipher whether they were authentic or merely scripted facades meant for pacification. Ultimately what gnaws at my psyche is the existential question: am I prepared for whatever truth lies beyond this veil of uncertainty? Contemplating scenarios where everything could crumble based on possibly unfounded suspicions makes navigating this emotional labyrinth that much more complex yet necessary.

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...