Life Stories and Everyday Drama - page 2

Hi everyone, so this is my first time venting here and I don't know if anyone will read this but i have to tell someone.

(sorry if there are any typos or if my english is bad)

So basically I have this online friend who I have been friends with since 2024 (Marking 2 years this month), let's just call him E. He actually asked me to be moots on tiktok because he liked my videos and we were in the same fandom, so of course I said yes (which was a rare moment as I usually never befriended strangers) and we would text each other everday. He referred to me as his longest IBF everytime and so did I. But in 2025 in february we joined a discord server, that our mutual friend (let's call him SLT) introduced us to. Everything was fine and we met some new people. E and I were still very close and talked a lot. But then at some point in late August I was absent for a month till september, because i just did not feel well mentally. In that time, I would sometimes be on discord, but just not say anything. In all that time when I was gone, E never asked if I was okay or if I'm even still alive (I told him a lot about me in the past). E got closer to someone else who I will refer to as D (Who is in the same server btw). E and D texted each other everyday and even had a whole ass streak on tiktok, something E never had with me. E even wrote in his social media bios: "D is such a cool person" like he never said that about me. They played together, talked endlessly. It doesn't bother me of course, if my friends have other friends, but what DOES bother me is that he NEVER, not even once checked up on me and then calls himself my "best friend" If he can't even check up on me, while I'm gone, then what does this say about our friendship? So I was pissed, when I returned and we had fight where he unfollowed me everywhere at some point, but we made up because guilt was starting to eat on me fast and it affected my daily life and concentration at school. When we made up, he said that he didn't block me, because he still wanted me as his friend and to be honest: I get it, I love this idiot so much and he is the bestest and longest online friend I had as well. People in the server we're in even shipped our OC's but after my absent suddenly E and D shipped their OC's together. It annoys me how E started talking to me less and less and he was always like: "I just don't know what to say" Oh but you know what to say when you're with D? D and I are friends too but I lowkey hate him and I hate E too but I don't at the same time. I told E multiple times how I feel but he doesn't really understand it or ignores it. I told him: "If you don't want to be friends anymore it's okay, because not all friendship's hold forever" and he was like: "No, I do wanna stay your friend, I value our friendship alot" that made me SO mad and I asked him why he doesn't talk to me, then unless i talk first, which he just replied with: "idk what to say" like bro just shut the hell up. The fact that this bothers me so much is insane, I find myself getting angry and my mood turns bad to the point where i am mad at people in real life and let my anger out on them. I am actually scared to block E nor do I have the balls to leave the Discord server we're in. I have other friends there but the host (Who i am friends with too) is also friends with me and he will for sure ask why I left. So I don't know what to do because I hate E but I also don't, it just hurts because he does NOT value our friendship like he said he does. A simple "Are you okay?" would've been okay but instead I got replaced. Someone else who I call S, checked up on me despite the fact that he and I aren't even that close. I saw it the moment I deciced to return.

I don't know if anyone can help me but at least I got this heavy burden off my chest, it's been bothering me for months and It makes me sick.

Yes very random i have wanted a tablet since 2022!! My parents say they can get it for me but I don’t think that’s happening. Rn I can’t afford the regular $800+ iPads so is temu an option? So I just want to use the tablet for drawing!(and animating!) drawing on my laptop and phone hasn’t been very comfortable..

So now I am on my hospitalization leave because I have delicate pregnancy. But ever since before this she used to spread rumors and bad mouth our employees and technically she is the source of office politics. Then when I went on leave I heard from my friend whom I hired told me that the CEO and my asz kis sing subordinate were talking about me and showing people my mistakes where in fact those frking mistakes were her instructions. Im kind of bothered with her personality at it seems she is a pathological liar but seeking integeity from her people. Its really kind o toxic and it almost affects my peacd of mind. I am currently looking for a new job where my efforts and dedication will be worthwhile.

i’m 41, and i have been with my husband for more than 15 years, married most of that time, building what i honestly thought was a stable long-term partnership with decent communication and shared goals. we had routines, inside jokes, boring grocery runs, arguments about bills, all the normal domestic stuff that makes a life feel real. then a few weeks ago he sat across from me at our kitchen table, looking like he was about to throw up, and admitted he had an affair. he said it was already over, said it had ended before he told me, said he wanted to be honest now and repair the damage. i just stared at him because my brain could not process it fast enough. it felt like an internal system crash, like every memory got flagged for audit at the same time. the worst part is that he was calm in that careful way people get when they have already rehearsed the conversation and you are still in the blast zone. i keep thinking, is confession supposed to count as accountability when the deception phase already ran for months. i know some people will say at least he told me, and maybe that matters on paper, but emotionally it still feels like i was the last one to know my own marriage was in breach.

what makes this even harder is that he is not some cartoon villain, and i think that is why forgiveness feels so complicated. he has also been the man who brought me soup when i had the flu, who stayed up with our sick dog, who knows how i take my coffee and remembers the weird story behind every scar on my body. i think people expect betrayal to come with a clear villain arc, but real life is messier and more operational than that. there were no dramatic clues, no lipstick on a collar, no hollywood evidence chain. there was just distance, some odd scheduling gaps, a softer tone when he talked about “stress,” and me assuming we were both just tired and overloaded. now i look back and do forensic review on every little thing. one night he said he had to stay late for “workflow issues,” and i actually packed him leftovers. i feel stupid remembering that, even though i know trust is not stupidity. trusting your spouse is basic infrastructure, or it should be. still, i replay moments and think, was that when it started, was that when i became the wife at home while he was somewhere else building a second version of himself.

he keeps saying he wants to do whatever it takes, and i believe he means it right now, but i also know remediation is easy to promise when the affair is already finished and the exposure event has happened. i asked for details, then hated hearing them, then asked more anyway because my mind keeps trying to fill the gaps with worse scenarios. there is a trust deficit now, and every answer he gives gets checked against my gut like some rough compliance review. one minute i think maybe people can make terrible choices and still come back from them, and the next minute i think maybe staying would just mean i am accepting lower standards for my own life. we have had long talks that went until 2 a.m., both of us exhausted, both of us saying true things that do not solve anything. he says it was not about me, which is probably true, but also feels irrelevant because it still happened to me. i told him that saying it is over does not mean the impact is over. the affair may be closed on his side, but on mine the case file is still wide open.

what i did not expect was how physical this pain feels. my chest gets tight when his phone buzzes. i wake up at 4 a.m. and just listen to him breathing beside me, thinking how strange it is that a person can be familiar and foreign at the exact same time. yesterday i was folding laundry and found one of his old t-shirts, the faded one he wears when he fixes stuff around the house, and i had to sit down because i remembered him painting our bedroom in it years ago, making me laugh by getting paint on his ear. that memory used to feel safe, and now even good memories have contamination. that is maybe the hardest thing to explain. infidelity is not just one bad act, it can retroactively destabilize the whole archive. and yet, i am not screaming every day, i am not packing boxes, i am not making dramatic ultimatums. i am cooking dinner, going to work, answering texts, doing normal tasks while my marriage feels like it is under reconstruction and no one outside can see the scaffolding. maybe some of you have lived this too, maybe you know the weird split between functioning and breaking.

so how do you forgive a cheating husband, really. is forgiveness a decision, a process, a risk assessment, or just something people say when they want the house to feel normal again. i do not have a clean answer. part of me wants to preserve what we built because fifteen-plus years is not nothing, and because i know a marriage is a long operation with bad quarters and human failure in it. another part of me thinks forgiveness without real repair is just bad policy with pretty language. i can admit he seems remorseful, and i can also admit that remorse does not restore credibility overnight. both things can be true, i guess. right now i am trying not to force a final verdict before i understand my own limits. i am trying to separate love from habit, history from obligation, and hope from denial. maybe forgiveness is possible, maybe it isnt, maybe it comes in tiny installments and not as one grand emotional reset. i just know i am tired, sad, angry, and still weirdly protective of the life we made, which makes me feel a bit pathetic even if maybe it shouldnt. did any of you stay and not regret it, or leave and finally breathe again. i honestly dont know what the correct call is anymore.

I’m 25, a guy, and I only recently got my first real IT job, like actual badge, actual standups, actual tickets, actual “can you jump on a quick call?” stuff. I should feel lucky, and I do, but I also feel weirdly on edge all the time becuase of AI. Every week there’s some new post, some “thought leader,” some dude on LinkedIn saying junior devs are cooked, help desks are done, entry level is dead, learn ten tools by friday or get left behind!! It gets in my head bad. I’ll be fixing a small bug or writing docs and then suddenly I’m thinking, wow, a bot could probably do half of this faster than me??? Then I spiral and start looking at job boards, salary threads, videos, and “the future of work” takes at 1 a.m. like that is somehow helping. It isn’t. It just makes me more tired and more jumpy at work the next day. One of the seniors told me, “AI is a tool, not your replacement, unless you stop learning,” and that helped for like two hours. Then my brain went right back to, okay but what if he’s just trying to be nice?? I know fear can be useful in small doses. It can push you to learn. I’ve used it to study more, ask better questions, and stop pretending I know stuff I don’t know. But too much fear is just noise. It makes me check Slack like I’m waiting for a breakup text. It makes every small mistake feel like proof I’m done for. Last month I messed up a config in a test env and nothing major happened, but my hands were legit shaking. My manager was chill about it, said “that’s why we have review,” and moved on. I did not move on!!! I was still replaying it in my head on the train home, thinking, great, first I make mistakes, then AI gets better, then I’m gone. That’s what I mean by caring too much. Not caring in a healthy way. Caring in a “my chest feels tight over a Jira ticket” way. And I keep asking myself, how do normal people not let this stuff eat them alive? Do you ever feel embarrased by how much your brain can turn one small worry into a whole fake disaster??? I try to be polite, do my work, learn fast, and not complain too much. I’m not anti-AI either. Some of it is honestly useful. It helps me understand code quicker, summarize logs, and get unstuck. But the same thing helping me also scares me, and that contradiction is frying me a bit 😅

What I’m trying now is maybe less “how do I stop caring” and more “how do I care the normal amount??” Maybe that’s the real question. Becuase zero care would be dumb. I don’t want to coast and wake up obsolete in two years. But max care is also dumb. It turns life into this constant background panic where even a decent day feels fake, like doom is just loading in the background. A friend of mine, not in tech, said something simple: “you are borrowing stress from a future that has not invoiced you yet.” Corny?? Yeah, a little. But also true. I noticed the days I feel least insane are the boring days. I do my tasks. I write down what I learned. I ask one good question. I log off. I cook something basic. I go outside. I stop reading “AI will replace everyone!!!” posts written by people who make money from saying wild stuff!!! That part matters alot. The internet rewards certainty, and the truth is nobody fully knows how this plays out. Some jobs will change hard. Some roles will shrink. Some new ones will pop up. A lot of regular work will probably become “use tools well and check the output.” That sounds more realistic to me than either extreme. I also try to remember what companies still need: someone reliable, someone calm, someone who can talk to humans, notice context, own mistakes, and keep learning. Bots can generate, sure. But workplaces are messy. People are messy. Systems are messy. There is still value in a person who can sit in the mess and not make it worse; I’m trying to believe that counts for something. My personal opinion is that fear should be a signal, not a lifestyle. Learn the tools. Keep your basics strong. Save a bit of money if you can. Be kind to coworkers. Touch grass, seriously. And maybe stop treating every headline like prophecy??? I’m saying this to myself as much as anyone reading. If you’re in the same spot, how do you stop doom-thinking all day?? Do you set limits, mute certain words, talk to people, pray, work out, what?? I’d really like to know, because I’m tired of giving so much emotional energy to a future that may not even happen the way I picture it. I want to keep caring, just less wildly, less personally, less like every update in tech is a direct threat to my right to exist. That seems fair, right???

so, I think I might've messed up big time with my friends. we had this plan to hit the mall together last Saturday, like we do sometimes. they count on me to drive, too; I'm kind of the designated driver in our group. but honestly, I kinda blew it off because my girlfriend wanted to hang out. you know how it is, right? I figured a little white lie wouldn't hurt—I told them something came up with my family and I couldn't make it. thought that'd be the end of it.

well, turns out, I wasn't as slick as I thought. one of them happened to see me heading over to my girlfriend's place. total rookie mistake. now I'm stuck wondering if they're pissed at me or what. anyone else ever find themselves in a situation like this, or is it just me? guess I wasn't thinking too much when I ditched them for what was supposed to be a quick hangout. I should've planned better and been honest. talking it over might've been all they needed.

i keep going over it in my head—what can I say to make it right? is it even a big deal or am I blowing this out of proportion? friends are supposed to be chill, right? I mean, we all mess up sometimes, and it's not like I do this all the time. maybe I should just come clean, say sorry, and try to make it up to them. they already know anyway; not like I can pretend nothing happened. tough spot, man.

but then again, think about it. friends who really care will understand if you explain yourself, right? maybe they'll even empathize; we've all had those moments where our plans go sideways. so maybe it's not about whether they hate me, but how I move forward. life throws curveballs, and yeah, I might've dropped the ball here, but that's not the end, you know?!

HEY i cant move on guys! Its been 1 and a half year already. I cant move on. But the love of my life has moved on. It took him a month to move on and find his next muse. While i am still stuck in zero. I miss my love. I want him back so badly but he is not mine anymore to say that. He isnt mine anymore to confront him for his forgotten promises to me. I am in a sense of despair. My heart doesnt feel happy with anyone else. This fool is still searching for its old muse. LOL! May god have mercy on me so that i can actually move on.

Hey so i wanna tell yall about my father. He is a good person , maybe i dont know. i will just describe him. my father is a househusband. My mom is a teacher she has to stay out in another city for the job. she comes home in the weekand. and my mom is a great lady. and my father? everyone say he is good. he cooks for my sibling and i , he does the housework too and he take care of us. But he calls me a whore,slut and what not..i feel bad and i am a fresh eighteen year old school drop out. my mom used to tell me her stories. my father abused her . He still does he doesnt respect her he sometimes calls her whore too. OK just last month i was talkking with my mother i was telling her how i will go away from home to study and ofcourse for my mental peace. I think my father heard. and he keeps on telling mr now that i will go to sell my body outside and be a whore he tells me i was born to be a whore and shit. believe me guys this happens like any other day but i cant stop my tears whenever i hear those words from my own father's mouth. and did i tell you he beats me too? Oh u should see how my shoulders and hands are full of deep ugly scars that would remain till my last day i guess. and i am typing in my pc and my left hand's ring finger hurts . It is all red and blue and the skin is tight. I got beaten today too. I am the eldest daughter btw. Hehhe thankyou for reading!

hey, so I'm having one of those days, you know? where you look in the mirror and all you see is this girl who doesn't fit the narrative of what society hypes up as beautiful. at 17, I'm surrounded by these friends who are all rocking that super skinny look. like, they've got that model-thin vibe going on without even trying, and here I am... compared to them, I feel so… blah, "chubby." it's not like I'm clinically overweight or anything, but every time I catch a glimpse of myself next to them, an alarm goes off in my head that screams, “why do I feel so fat???” it's like, no matter how many times folks tell me I look fine, my brain just won't listen. do you ever feel like this, or is it just me???

seriously though, I don't get how they're all running on caffeine and smiles. it's as if they have some secret society meetings where they hand out metabolism boosters like candy (wouldn't that be something, huh?). we all go out for coffee after school, and when they're ordering their non-fat, no-foam, whipped cream-makes-me-gain-five-pounds drinks, I'm right there with them just doing my thing. but when I get that delicious caramel macchiato, I can't help but feel guilty and a little self-conscious. does anyone else feel like every calorie you consume somehow gets added to your mental "shame tally"? or am I just overthinking everything???

and then, there are those oh-so-wonderful clothing store trips. it's like my closest friends can grab anything off the rack and it fits them like it's tailored... meanwhile, I'm over here struggling to find the right size that doesn't make me feel like a stuffed sausage. ugh! and we all know those dressing rooms aren't forgiving under those horrible, fluorescent lights. every time I go through this, I can't shake that judgy feeling, like the mirror is laughing at me behind my back. don't get me wrong, I know not everyone cares about size like it's a do-or-die situation, but in that moment, it can be all-consuming. sometimes, I just want to scream, "can I get a freaking break, please?!"

in my more rational moments, I completely get that beauty is subjective and everyone's body is unique, blah, blah, blah... but it's hard to remember when society and media reinforce this narrow standard of what it means to be “slim and perfect.” there's this insane pressure for the perfect body and although I've got a pretty healthy relationship with food (most of the time), I still get swept up in that body comparison storm. I've even had a few older, wiser folks telling me how things get better and that self-confidence comes with age. well, I'll be honest, I hope they're right 'cause feeling like the odd one out is exhausting. but for now, I'm just left wondering: why do I feel the way I do???

I'm not very good at saving money sometimes and I'm trying to change so I want to know some good tips to be smarter at it.

Thanks!

I want to be in a relationship soo bad.I want to have someone to love me dearly for who I am.I want to have somebody to hug me after a bad day.I want to have somebody there for me.But unfortunately i’m weird,i’m chopped and i think that everyone that ever liked me were just pretending.Oh and i also rejected someone that liked me and now i regret it.

so I was just wondering when is an appropriate amount of time to move on from an ex and is it bad that we didn't break up long ago and I already have a new crush and im just wondering if I have this crush bc im newly single

pls help in the pov section

Vent cause I Need to get this out of my head. I am really sorry for falling behind in school and tests, and being dead weight and making 10 out of 11 people in my classroom hate my guts. But the past three months have been absolute hell. I've gotten stranded in the middle of road, in winter, three times. Have been sick and grieving twice. And Just anxious and overworked in general. I won't ever tell them that cause I do know it's also my fault. Cause I can't get It together. I just can't. I've tried. A lot of everything for almost 6-ish years now, being dead-tired, overwhelmed and anxious. I don't do It on purpose and I hate being dead weight but this Is just the best i can do right now. Sometimes none of the things I try work. And I end up where i am right now, sick, dead tired and with a test tomorrow. Wish me luck. I'll probably survive. 🤧

omg guys, can i just say, i am over the moon right now! i swear my heart literally does a little dance every time i think about him. you know that feeling when everything feels right and you can't stop smiling? that's me! i met this guy two months ago, and honestly, it's like we just click on every level possible. he's not just sweet and caring, but also super funny and just gets me, you know? every conversation feels like we're sharing our own little world; it's amazing.

we started talking at this small gathering, and it felt like we just unconsciously gravitated towards each other. it was so natural and comfortable that we were inseparable for the rest of the night! he's been sooooo nice, I can't even believe my luck sometimes. and it's not just that mushy stuff either. he's pushed me to be a better version of myself, and i truly feel blessed and grateful to have him in my life. i know it's only been a couple of months, but it feels like we've known each other forever. is this how fairy tales start? everything just seems brighter and more colorful, and i just want to sing hellos to all the world!

anyway, i hope you all are doing amazing as well! ever felt like this before? it's like I'm back in high school with butterflies and spontaneous giggles! it makes me wonder how life surprises you when you least expect it, and it's thrilling. i'm grateful for these moments, where happiness seeps into every mundane part of my day, transforming the ordinary into something magical. life just doesn't seem real right now, and i can't wait to see where this journey's gonna take us. sending virtual hugs and hellos to everyone reading this. tell me, what's making you smile today?

I've low-key been doing okay but not as okay as I think I should be. I don't know how to come to terms with my morality, it's like I'm either terrified of dying or look forward to it. Looking forward to it means less anxiety but at the same time...it makes life feel like a video game or not all that real. I feel like my peers live life and view it through a human lense, as corny as that sounds, idk how to describe what I've been feeling. Like, whenever I see people's deaths, I don't see it as this sad thing that it used to be in my mind, instead, I see it as them finally resting because I see life as exhausting, work? I don't wanna do that, dreams within social groups? Bleh, thinking about try future? Also ew, just shoot me instead.

There are many ways people live it, life, right now? I've been here, watching people play visual novels video games, I could do that for the rest of my life, I could let it take up a lot of my time and life in general. I enjoy it but there's apart of me that knows I should move forward in my young adult life. I wish I didn't think this deeply and had a normal mind where death, and morality aren't such a huge concept in my mind. I could die any momment but as of rn, I would be okay with that. Am I actually just passively suicidal? I mean I know what that feels like but idk, this feels more like... comforting, I don't wanna keep having this anxiety over something I can't even fucking control so I chose not to and it works, but this also leaves me feeling like what I said early, viewing life as not real. Maybe I just need people I can talk to more.

I'm feeling lost because of the big adult things I'm supposed to be doing. It's complicated, my parents and me. I'm graduating high school this year, people expect me to be excited but I'm homeschooled and like everyone cheated, including me, even when I dont, it's still whatever. So..my dad spent like 700 on my graduation gear, he's low-key rich and also a women beater, he's done many horrible things and would treat you like you shit if you aren't as shitty as he is so I don't feel bad.

My parents are both homophobic and transphobic but my dad is way way worse, he's already called me a sissy and threatened me and thinks I'm a lesbian or bisexual. I mean I am a transguy and gay. My mom's has literal queer friends and thinks like queer family members are misguided and need help, she thinks trauma causes it, ngl she's very sweet about it and not condensing. It's weird tho becuz my parents are supportive in a career and school way, financially(aka Dad's money), they are willing to pay for the school I go to, buy me a car, help me choose this or that, whatever I wanna do or go, I can do that and they'll help me. They're still traditional tho so no "men jobs". My parents have many rulesz, it's like having privileges but it ends at wearing a skull band shirt because it's demonic.

I have no idea on what to do, let's say I just go along with my parents, I take up their offer and go to technical school for whatever, i wouldn't really be able to be myself...like wtf would even be the point of living? My dad would probably take away any funding if he found out. Should I really risk that being a possibility? My plan was just to finish high school, get driver's license soon, get a job. I haven't thought far because I feel this path requires more work as I would probably be on my own, I could not be tho..idk, depends on how my parents react. I wonder if I should come out after getting my job...they would be really negative about it. I don't get how people's parents allow them to just work and not being down their neck asking "okay but what's next? Are you going to school? Are you gonna keep doing this and for how long? You need a plan" The reason I have the job is to have somewhere else to go, so I can come out and not have to deal with any negativity I get from parents, ideal.

Maybe I shouldn't even be trying to do all this on my own, maybe I need help or a support group. It's not like I live in some big city where I have many options for help or anything else I need. I live in the bum fuck no where south, small town but there's a decent amount of diversity here.

Thanks to anyone who reads this, I appreciate you <3 Remember that you are valuable 🖤🩷