Life Stories and Everyday Drama - page 3

"I don’t know what I have left. I have put so much effort into making money, but I can't find a job that aligns with my study schedule where I live. I’ve suffered significant losses in the stock and money markets, and I feel I can no longer face my family with the reputation I once had. With every passing day, I feel like I am getting worse, falling from a position where I was always the best.

I feel like I have made my life incredibly hard, and the pain makes me want to give up. I can’t even look at myself in the mirror. I try to avoid talking to people as much as possible because I’m afraid they might catch a hint of how difficult my life has become. I feel as though I have nothing left to offer."

So basically

I have strict parents. I’m hanging planning a hangout with my friends, I usually drive them all around (I’m not allowed to) and do whatever they want.

Recently, I’ve been on thin ice with my parents because I took someone home (fuck that istg) and now I have to kinda keep rule-breaking to a minimum. They want to cruise around and go nowhere, and my parents don’t like that. I also want to cruise, so I suggest “hey, can we pick a place that’s far from where we are so we can still have the cruising time?”

they shut me down instantly.

They told me I was being a jerk for asking them to accommodate for them when I drive them literally anywhere they want, whenever, wherever, even if it gets me in trouble. Now I’m feeling bad about it. Am I in the wrong?

My life at home with feels like An Idle Brain Invites The Devil In by Salem The Musical. My mom tells me my family is "happy" and "Christian", yet makes me feel like a servant than her daughter. Majority of the time, i hear her order me to do chores. it doesn't matter if i'm tired, i need to obey her or she'll give me a weird stare as if i acted lazy. She shows more affection to my little sister, and i guess that because my little sister is easier to control. My mom promises that she will change and have more self controls after our discussions during fasting and yet she uses violence as 'discipline'.

She neglects me too. When i asked if i can at least try therapy or professional help to at least know what i am feeling or what i need, she pressures me. Saying that it's just the evil in my head and that i should get more to make me feel guilty because therapy and the things i want is expensive, as if this situation is a joke and not something she needs to take seriously. She warned me that people might label me as crazy when they find out about my issues as if she doesn't spread about what i vent to her or that she doesn't have full control of the things she can share like our family image is valuable than me.

*I quit my job in the province my wife and i were living in because it was physically killing my body, and my step-son needed emotional help and physical help with fixing up his condo and things like that, since his Dad was never there for him. So, we moved 2 provinces over to help my step-son.................which is my wife's son..............out with all this. I've been also trying to take some of the stress off him by driving him to work everyday, usually with my wife too. It's been hard trying to get another job since my wife wanted me to focus on my step-son to help him out so much, and driving her back and forth to doctors appointments, and taking her to do all the grocery shopping and all the other shopping while he works. My step-son wants me to get a job as fast as I want one, but my wife keeps saying, 'let's see where i'm at after this doctor's appointment and that doctor's appointment, while at the same time also wanting me to get a job as fast as possible. She keeps changing her mind all the time and it's driving me nuts.

Also, her son doesn't talk to me much at all, Every time he comes home from work, I say 'Hi' and 'How was your day?' and things like that, but he never really responds to me at all and his eyes are always on her. Every time i open my mouth to say anything around my wife, i'm pretty much ignored, but when he speaks, it's a full on conversation between the two of them. I always feel completely left out of everything, and that i'm nothing but a chauffeur.

Also, neither one of them ever ask if I'd like to watch something on TV, it's always what they want. I've basically gotten to the point where I just plant my face in my laptop, sit in my own corner, and I keep my mouth shut unless i'm spoken to. Every time I say something......anything.....and my wife is sitting right beside me on the couch, she doesn't even acknowledge me. But when her son speaks, no matter where he is....................she answers him and it's a full blown conversation, basically between the two of them. I feel like.......................like i don't even exist anymore.

Am I selfish for wanting intimacy.............for wanting attention?

I am a 48 year old male, married to a 64 year old female. We haven't made love in 5 years due to her vaginal inching on the outer side of her vaginal lips. She's been to several doctors and nurse practitioners over all this time, and they just keep telling her to use creams on it like Replenish or KY Jelly. She won't even have a shower with me anymore.......keeps saying we will, we will, but it never happens. I can't even put my arm around her at night because she complains i'm too heavy. I'm just a small figured guy with some muscle, not a lot, like a Wil Wheaton type build. Am I crazy for thinking she just doesn't want to touch me anymore? There's other things too...........................

It's a little silly, but I started building a playlist that basically marked me throughout my life. It started off silly with The Crazy Frog because...who hasn't heard The Crazy Frog as a child, right ? But then, the more I listen to the music I used to listen to, the more it made me realize that wow, I was a pretty hopeful and positive kid, and I started crying thinking "how dare those people hurt a child like that and why did I let myself get bitter ?". Still crying as I type.

Anyways, I'm off to putting in more songs. Btw, I'm considering sending the finished playlist to my therapist. Should I send it ? Hope y'all have a good day/night !

what's the bloody point when you miss your ex, really? you're sitting there, 27, thinking you've moved past high school drama, but nope, you're right back there. they left you three months ago after three intense years together, and now you're spiraling into a bottomless pit of depression. is there a secret manual for getting over an ex that everyone else somehow got but you missed? if sharing this is going to make any sense, let's break it down.

to put it bluntly, it’s a daily grind. you wake up every day hoping for some magical cure or one of those flicks where you bump into someone in a coffee shop and everything just falls into place. spoiler alert: shit's not happening. your heart's tied to someone who might not have been the right puzzle piece after all. or maybe they were and universe is just screwing with you. you're stuck in a loop, thinking about her scent, her stupid laugh, the way she made you coffee on cold mornings. fair warning, you might become one of those coffee-obsessed nutcases pretty soon.

but seriously, what are your options when the loneliness eats you up daily? pretending you're okay is a common go-to. you dress up, put on that 'i don't give a damn' façade, but inside, oh boy, you know it's raining cats and dogs. you could dive into new hobbies or some self-help BS, but the reality is far from motivational quotes. sometimes, you're just lying on the couch questioning your existence or scrolling endlessly through social media pretending you’re searching for a life hack. it’s all a load of bollocks, innit?

sure, everyone sings the whole “focus on yourself” song, but let’s face it, they don’t know your pain, do they? it’s like everyone turned into self-help gurus overnight. everyone’s an expert in feelings except you. being miserable doesn't come with a handbook. eating ice cream or crying into a pillow is about as therapeutic as it gets. you want to ask the universe or whoever's in charge of this mess, “can I unsubscribe from heartbreak, please?” but you know better. it's not that easy, and you’re stuck trying not to curse your past life choices.

here’s the kicker – you're supposed to "move on" and "find someone better", but what if you just want a break from the circus of life?! let's be honest, there are no easy answers here. it's trial and error, with an extra slice of error just for good measure. you might miss her, but life's a bitch and life ain't waiting. are you going to keep reminiscing about the past or finally get off your ass and write a new chapter? time’s ticking, what’s your move?

i am just so tired. i am a second semester senior and i dont feel the joy everyone else feels right now and it feels like my life is in shambles and i have noting together. my family is dysfunctional, im slowly losing a grip on my grades, all my friends hate eachother (please see my college apps are ruining my friends story because suprise suprise its gotten worse), i have litearlly nothing going for me and i am writing this while sobbing uncontrollably. i am so tired, my mother has cancer so i take care of everything, litearllty everything you can imagine in a household. bills? did it. sister's swim practice? already omw. cooking? already meal prepped for the whole week. except im under appreciated and burnt out i am depressed and anxious all the time but i cant talk to my mom about it because shes already so sick i cant do that to her, my poor baby sister is going through middle school drama and im her only parental figure, and my dad hates me like he goes out of his way to ignore me and i have to look like i can hold everything together and be put together and go to school and run my four clubs that im president of and deal with my crappy friends who keep shoving their college acceptences in my face and ask me about mine and mock me and still do research and work three jobs and act like everything is ok. im so tired of life im so tired of living like this i sleep at 2am and wake up at 4:30 in the morning and i drink so much caffine everyday just to stay awake and i still have to do good in my four ap classes because everyone said i took five last year why cant i handle it. i hate everything about my life and baout me right now. i have nothing going for me no prom date no boyfriend no one to love me or to love no college to look forward to i hate my body i hate my face i hate everything about me i hate how some underclassman look up to me and i hate being called slurs and a bop and a whore around school just because i like to dress and look a certain way i hate the steryotypes i get i hate everything i wish something genuinally terrible would happen to me i dont even have time to go see my thearpist and no one understands and i cant talk to anyone. there is no light at the end of the tunnel. im so tired.

He told me "I'll never love you, as much as you love me".

I love too deeply, I care too much. I pour my heart and soul into every person I care about. He's socially awkward. He has a hard time expressing and understanding emotions. I've managed my expectations because I know he's right. I know it's not malicious. I know he loves me and he has done so much for me.

I just wish I could feel him love me as deeply as I love him but, it's unfair to ask that of him.

I've spent so many years, in such dark places in my mind. I put so much of my heart into people because I know what it's like to hurt. I want everyone I care about to know they are loved. I want them to feel supported, so I do anything I can to help.

I've never expected that back from anyone. It wouldn't be fair to expect that much from someone else. It hurts just the same though, when you take a step back and look at it. I just want someone, anyone, to love and care about me the way I care for everyone else.

It seems so simple.

It feels so selfish.

so this is a follow-up of my last post

I accidentally told the guy I like that I like him while his partner which i didn't know was his partner or that he had one was on the phone to him. his partner felt insecure and asked him to reject me which I completely understand as I did tell this guy I liked him while his partner was the phone. I said it was all okay while trying to cry. I then get a message from him apologising for the way things went down but I get why he did what he did. his partner then asked him to unadd me on snap which he said he didn't want to do but I told him it was his choice and I would understand either way so he did unadd me but he screenshotted my username b4 he unadded me so idk what that means. did I do the right thing by being so chill about it and why am I upset about it. have u ruined our friendship with this confession

Hello.So me and my fiancé have been in a touch place as a relationship for a while now.Its been many months we are getting worse and worse towards each other.I am really tired of over explaining and then classically seeing the mix “apology-good for two days-same things again”.We are not talking about abuse ,cheating but more of a emotionally instability ,lack of accountability and lack of responsibility.I am recovering from burnout and he is steadily getting into one.I have set boundaries many times until I actually gave the ring back saying that it means to me more than the work he is putting into us being ok and feeling good and understood in the relationship.We have a vacation to our homecountry planned in two days.Yesterday during a minimal fight he said that I should pack only my things and when we leave not to come back.I said that he is not going to tell me when and where I will go.Also told him that I have never told him to leave.To what he answered You couldn’t tell me to leave from MY house.And that hit me.I am currently not working but do have money for home expenses ,as he does ,and we are renting this house together.He was loving and pushing towards being the provider.And when things like that happen I am worried that he is going to be like this for all of our life.I don’t know if I want to make things work anymore cause I don’t trust him,actions and words do not match constantly.I feel red flag ist vibes from him. He also gives me the silent treatment from time to time.I am not a sunshine either cause I have reached my breaking point and speak bad and get mad pretty fast the last couple of months.The thing is should I actually do what he said and not come back?!I don’t want to be talked like that and I think some lines should not be crossed whatever the situation.He brings flowers washes dishes and provides but not being present on anything else whatsoever.What do you think?

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.