Random Life Stories and Unpredictable Moments

To begin, I firmly believe everyone has a right to their own opinions and views, and that's perfectly fine with me.

Lately, I've been cohabitating with some folks who are really into holistic and alternative healing practices—think along the lines of ayurvedic and spiritual remedies. We're all around our late 20s. Personally, I tend to be skeptical about the efficacy of these approaches and often end up sharing my views on traditional scientific methods during our discussions. For example, I've mentioned how standard medical science would handle things like candida infections with antifungal treatments, noting that it's common yet manageable with the right medication, and that if it ever entered the bloodstream, it could become a severe health threat.

Here's where I might be stepping on toes. Recently, one of my roommates, who's really deep into spiritual practices, pulled me aside. She told me that by sharing my scientific perspectives, I'm inadvertently making others feel invalidated or challenged, even though my intention is merely to enlighten with backed scientific facts. Now, I’ve switched tactics slightly by posing questions about their beliefs, hoping to gently highlight some logical inconsistencies. However, this seems to have agitated them even more, interpreting it as a subtle form of criticism.

Am I in the wrong here? Should I refrain from sharing my insights and let them continue endorsing their skeptical views on science, or should there be another strategy for me to approach this?

Imagine if this scenario unfolded on a reality show. The tension and drama would surely escalate each episode as the viewers would be roped into the conflicts between science and spirituality within the household. There could be heated debates showcased in each episode, with audiences likely split in their support for either side. The dynamic could either make me a villain or a voice of reason, depending on the viewers' biases.

I am here yet again, if it's possible to click my username and see what all I've said, I still have no idea if that is something that can be done or not- my previous posts go over my situation in more depth. The short of it is: I am intersex, trans, mixed race, chronically ill and disabled and a trauma survivor. America is a hellscape, I need to get out of it, have for years and now here we are. I was attacked twice since Trump's election just trying to buy groceries, my doctor tried to take away medication I need to survive, as my intersex condition has severe health consequences that I NEED HRT for. It's not just about presentation for me (though it also helps dysphoria), it's that if I do not have it I will bleed out and my testosterone levels will go up so high it could cause heart damage or worse... I just say these things to be understood. My situation.

My mother and grandparents raised me with strict religious rules and the like, to the point where an exorcism was allowed to be attempted on me when I was thirteen or so because my obvious symptoms of a trauma disorder (among other signs of being a SA survivor) plus being intersex was a no-no. They wanted it corrected. I still deal with severe scrupulosity, guilt and just... Hurt, so much hurt and fear because of it all, it's too much to get into but that I think paints a clear enough picture even without knowing just all it included.

To the point. Current events are pricking at the 'be rapture ready' teachings I got shoved down my throat, I don't even know what I believe anymore, it's hard to feel belief or love for a god that you were abused in the name of. Who, if he's out there, has heard me scream and cry and beg and did nothing. If he's not, well... Is that better or worse? I don't know. I've been saying I'm agnostic but even saying it makes me feel like I need to kneel and beg for forgiveness for denying god so I just try to avoid it as a whole. Even so, though, there are still times where I give in to compulsions and wind up praying for hours for forgiveness and to be saved. Hurting my body in the process, as I have joint issues, that's my primary disability physically at least. The one time I tried to reach out for help for this, to my mother, her only response was. "It's never a bad thing to pray."

Every time I see someone say that it's the end of the world, in a religious sense or not, I just start sobbing and have to fight the urge to just pray and pray and beg until my throat hurts and my joints are on fire. Every time I see people in other countries say we are all responsible and can't be trusted due to Trump and MAGA, which don't get me wrong I understand because look at everything but I wish people would remember that there are people about to be slaughtered that tried to warn everyone about this that they're lumping in with their oppressors, I just want to do the same. Beg and plead with god to make this all stop. I have before, I did the other day, and asked for a sign that he hadn't thrown me away. Guess what happened next?

I found a bag of rotting meat that someone hadn't put in the fridge or freezer after we went to the store. I just broke down sobbing.

There are coincidences, I believe that it was one, the logical part of me. The part of me still grappling with the abuse, grooming and indoctrination I was put though keeps telling me. "He was telling you you're going to rot. You're disgusting, evil, you deserve the painful death awaiting you before you are sent to burn in hell." And, if you are reading this and highly religious, don't even bother commenting. I don't want to hear your proselytizing and hatred. I've heard any and everything you could possibly tell me, I assure you, it will do nothing. You won't get any good points with the man upstairs for converting a "lost soul." I'm not even an atheist, like I said, I just don't know what the hell I am and even if I am a believer the word 'Christian' now burns me given what has been done to me and the current state of the world. The rise of Christo-Fascism.

I have no one to talk to, so, I am going to now write something here I wrote the other day in a debate/conversation in an online circle that I saved to show my therapist so she could see how badly I've been doing. I just need someone to hear me, I guess? That's how and why I'm here. I googled 'anonymous venting sites' and found this here. I am sorry I keep spamming here. Now, the comment (and yes I showed my therapist):

"I hope and pray to whoever is listening that I manage to get someone to help me out of America before we're all caged in, I won't make it, I check damn near every box for people Trump and his not-sees want dead. I would say that I hope countries start allowing refugees from here, especially the most vulnerable like disabled folk and the lgbtqia2p community, but MAGAs fleeing what they voted for (and the ones who tantrumed over Kamala not being perfect enough for him so didn't vote at all which basically voted him in anyhow) are too big a risk to let in on accident. So, I know most likely no one will let us flee to safety, it's terrifying and heartbreaking. I can't say I blame them, though. Look at how everything is going, the things he is saying. Doing. So, as sad and scared and mad as I am, I give all support to them. I just wish that those who have been trying to warn everyone from the start, those on the chopping block first, were not forgotten and punished. I wish we could get thrown a life preserver. Here's to history never repeating again, to other countries standing strong, putting Trump in his place."

I really do feel like I'm just trying to crawl out of a Russian Nesting Doll, or a maze of cages, I was able to escape the first one my so called father trapped me in. Now, I'm in another, my mother may have saved me from him but has still kept me trapped. It's still no way to live, there is still harm, I'm just not in direct danger constantly like with him. I am afraid that the moment I finally get out on my own (I am a disabled adult dependent after being stuck with my father is the short version trying to find my way to being able to function independently safely) I will find that I'm just in yet another prison the size of a country. Or, a state, if it ends up with state to state travel even being banned...

I still keep praying even though it feels like no one is listening, I have to, I have no other choice. My brain won't let me completely give up on the possibility god is up there listening, won't let me deny completely, even if I feel pure terror first and foremost. And, well, I don't have any people in my life to go to do I? So, all I can do is cry and cower, complain in spaces like these or beg a sky that may or may not be empty (or at least hold something that despises me despite creating me) for help.

I'm 19F and my gf is 21F, my best friend lives with me (M23). he started acting weird when me and my gf started dating but i thought nothing of it. Untill he started saying bad things abt my gf or pointing out "Red flags" randomly; She is one of the nicest peolple ive met and we've been dating for 5 months. He started saying he didnt want her over at the apartment anymore and such. We got in a fight over it but i eventually folded and now i stay at hers most nights. Untill last night when i got a call from my gf that at her work he went up to her and told her to break up with me. He called me a whore and said she was too good for me and that she needed to end it. i was furious and now im staying at hers full time because she knows he was lying.

I’m a father to a pair of lively 6-year-old twins, and my partner is a dedicated stay-at-home mom who has recently embraced the whole earthy, organic lifestyle. She is deep into everything from essential oils to banning all processed foods. She used cloth diapers when the kids were smaller and is completely against conventional choices. Initially, I supported it because it all seemed in line with promoting a healthier way of living, which obviously I want for our children. However, it’s starting to escalate to points I hadn’t anticipated.

Currently, the biggest struggle we’re facing is about the education of our twins. My wife is adamant they should be homeschooled. She labels the public schooling system as “toxic” and argues our kids will merely become “conformists” if they attend. She’s even found support and camaraderie within her network of like-minded parents who homeschool, which has only fueled her resolve. Despite my concerns about the practicality of homeschooling twins while maintaining a well-rounded education, she dismisses any alternative discussion out of hand.

She’s fearful of bullying in public schools and anxious about losing influence over what they learn. I’m just not sold on the idea that she can maintain an effective homeschooling schedule.

During the summer, I hoped she’d develop a structured plan or routine to test out her homeschool approach. Instead, it’s been a mix of different teaching philosophies and intermittent classes with other homeschooled children, leaving our kids often unengaged and visibly lagging.

Regrettably, I enrolled the twins in public school without her agreement, convinced it was in their best interest. When I informed her, she felt utterly betrayed and lamented that I was undermining her position as their mother. She accused me of lacking trust in her parenting abilities, which isn’t my intention—I just worry she’s underestimated the demands of homeschooling.

The first school week passed with her determined to prove the kids were unhappy, though, from what I could see, they enjoyed their experience, making new friends and taking to their teacher. Yet, she is insistent they’re only pretending, to not disappoint me.

Now, she is considering pulling them out mid-year to take up homeschooling again, but I feel I need to stand firm on this. I believe public school suits them better at this point. Despite her accusations and feeling increasingly like the villain in her story, my priority lies in what I consider best for our children’s future and education.

If this were to unfold in a reality show, I can only imagine the public voting on each decision, probably analyzing our parenting choices and maybe even questioning our relationship dynamics over this schooling debate. Sometimes, that kind of scrutiny might offer new perspectives, or it could just intensify the drama.

Am I wrong for signing up the twins for public school without her agreement? Should I have approached it differently?

Recently I was thinking about what my ten worst experiences of my life would be, because it came up in conversation that a problem I was having with an assignment didn't make the top list, and as I was making the list in my head, I realized that and experience I had didn't even make the list and I felt like I needed to tell someone.

The experience was that I was seriously considering suicide-like searching up what amounts of household chemicals it would take to kill me and considering stealing some of the more toxic ones from my schools science lab- and ended up texting(so no would hear) the 988 suicide hotline. The person I was talking to essentially told me that my problems weren't immediate enough for them to help with, suggested I speak with my therapist instead and offered some very generic advice, at which point I ended the texting. At that point, I was not feeling any better than before I texted the hotline, but I was eventually able to calm myself down and stop planning my death.

This is less about how awful that experience was and more about how I have had ten experiences which were more emotionally distressing than something that bad and there were several others after that that came close. I don't understand what I have done to deserve this much pain and suffering in my life and I don't understand why people have hurt me in the ways they have when there was nothing stopping them from helping me or at least leaving me alone. I hate that I've had so much hurt inflicted upon me that my experience with suicide didn't even make the list of my top ten worst experiences and that people chose to inflict many of these things did so for the petty reasons they did.

Anyways, despite all of this I am currently functioning shockingly well and you wouldn't know all this from meeting me, I just wish I didn't have to be so strong and felt like I should tell someone

in this world, you gotta be kind, right? that's what everyone keeps telling me... kindness is overrated though! at work, people are just slacking off left and right. they're too busy pretending to be friends than actually doing their damn job; i'm trying to keep everything in line and get stuff done, but now my manager's on my case because he says i'm not nice enough... i didn't realize our paychecks come from being popular with colleagues!

i try to stay focused. i've got a ton of issues with how things run around here—they're stupid, the projects are late, there's always some excuse like 'oh, we were bonding' or whatever nonsense that means. nobody wants to step up and lead. everyone waits for someone else: when did doing your job become optional? i see all these folks chatting it up while deadlines fly by...

look, what's a guy like me supposed to do? keep a smile plastered on my face while productivity slips down the drain? no thanks, man. i'll take efficiency over constant small talk any day!

guess everyone's more comfortable being pretenders at a work-family; mod for kindness ain't nearly as effective as one might think—exclamation marks!!! 😅

All my life I've been making friends for survival. As a child I didn't know why I was making friends, sometimes, for any reason other than to not be alone. I never thought about whether I actually liked the people I was spending my time with. I never took it seriously when they acted mockingly or cruelly towards me. Instead, I saw it as a reason to win them over. I often ended up in friendships that were genuinely worse than just hanging out by myself with a book.

I have three friends right now, who are closer to me than any other friend has been before. It turns out two of them had feelings for me the whole time. I don't have feelings for either of them. I just wanted their friendship and I thought – or rather, hoped – that they were happy with the same. I feel disappointed that they wanted something more. I feel like our friendship isn't enough. It makes me uncomfortable that my friendship with them was the second-place trophy. My other friend is great, but stays inside a lot, so when I ask to hang out, they often say no. It's great whenever we do hang out, and their helicopter parent doesn't tag along unexpectedly – we just don't hang out often anymore.

I wish I had a friend who just wanted to fuckin' hang out with me. Someone who wasn't sticking around because they thought a romance could develop, someone who actually reaches out to ME as much as I reach out to them, someone who feels like my companion.

While I don't have a friend like that, I do have my brother, who I grew up with. He's kind to me, understanding. We can talk completely freely and openly with each other, AND we can keep things private from the other as well. We're totally accepting of each other and I so, so appreciate his presence in my life. Without him I reckon I would feel totally alone.

I feel like I'm teetering on the edge of either isolating myself, or being as open as I've ever been – or both. That's why I'm optimistic about my future.

I'm finally learning that I don't NEED friends. I want them. And those friendships will come with time and effort, not desperately grasping onto the nearest person who pays any attention to me. I'm the kind of person who many find hard to read or unpredictable, or "too different" to even try to get to know. I reckon that's okay. I don't need their approval or even their understanding. It would sure be fucking nice, but I don't need it anymore.

I can just exist as myself, be actively open to making GENUINE friendships, and wait to see what happens.

So I'm letting go of the idea that I need friends. I'm letting go of the idea that I need to be understood or liked by everyone around me. What I actually need is to like myself, to be able to enjoy spending time with myself. And make no mistake, I love hanging out with other people – but I don't need to consider my own company a second-place trophy. I'm great company. I've gotta enjoy that without thinking about who I could be hanging out with instead.

i've always been raised with pretty conservative views, I'd say I'm Republican and stuff, and I live in the South. Except the problem is, I'm also gay. Now I would have no problem with me being gay, except that it really conflicts with my political views.. and honestly I still don't mind that, but other people sure do. I always get attacked for liking Trump and stuff, online or in person, anywhere. Worst part is that it's by other queer people. Straight people accept me, but then the lgbt people, the people that are supposed to support me are the ones who hate me?? I don't even try to be loud about my views, I mention a little thing when it comes up, but I hate politic talk. So i don't know why they do it. It really hurts. Makes me feel like I'm not a real gay person sometimes. I don't even like to associate with the community anymore because of it. I can't find a single queer person who can look past politics. I just wanna connect with other gay people, but I can't really. It really sucks. I don't really wanna be gay anymore, i dunno. I feel like I don't really belong with the community. I used to have a few friends who were lgbt, but then I got to know them better, they found out I'm a republican, and they just argued with me to tell me how wrong and hypocritical I am. I see where they came from but it hurts still.

the Mayor is a busy and hardworking man on my street who has taken it upon himself to police us little people from his house on the hill.

I used to be really good friends with his daughter. growing up we were always together, I was over their house a lot like she was over mine so I'm not really sure what made him lose his mind.. perhaps he got old. maybe he was always crazy and was born with it.. I remember hearing about his brother who lost his mind MANY years back, apparently his brother beat a few men senseless.. all went to the hospital except for one... then he went to jail.

I remember all the times the people littering would drive him crazy. all the times he got in his car and followed people to their homes to throw the garbage they dropped into their car windows or on their lawns, how he made large colorful signs and found ways to zip tie garbage cans to the stop signs and telephone poles on the corners.

I remember hearing about his daughter... from his daughter, my friend, and I was so confused. I thought she was talking about herself in third person until I realized she had a sister much older than her that went to the same school as I did and who ran away from home because her parents were way too crazy. she said that her room was originally a different room but as soon as her sister left, climbing through the window and out onto the deck, they redid the room and moved her in there, putting big things like trees and a gazebo to block the windows. she said from that point on her parents were different, they hovered and lingered more, they pulled her out of school and enrolled her in expensive private school, blaming the public school for not only her sister's disobedience but probably the sister's gayness as well. I remember her parents installing cameras around the inside of their house as well as secretly having spyware in the TV's, phones and computers to record times, conversations, passwords.... she found out because we shared account information for a game that we were playing together so sometimes I would go on her character to collect things for her or level her up, vice versa. she said that whenever one of her friends would comment about a sign on at a weird time for her she would just assume it was me... until she signed on my account to help me out by collecting when I got punished for something I didn't do or deserve. she had never signed on my account before so she thought everything was ok.... then her mom, the same lady who would slap her openly in a store or yell and embarrass her in front of classmates and friends, asked her if she had anything to say for herself.. anything she was hiding or lying about. of course she was confused, she had no idea what was happening and her mother probably didn't explain anything either. she ended up grounded and started to ask to use my phone and computer more often, even when we were over her house. She admitted to me that she was using my stuff to talk to some guy she had a crush on and that she hid the number of an unapproved guy in the hole in her wall she got from kicking a soccer ball in the house. when her dad found out the whole only got bigger, he called that kid countless times over a week threatening him and then made a deal with her that if he would answer her call and talk to them they would allow her to see him again but of course he never answered the phone. gradually we stopped hanging out with all the activities they had her doing but at some point I had graduated from school and she was going to too. They were going to throw this huge party for her and invite their friends and family but days before he flipped out on my family about our fence.

At the time, before we even knew about plans for a party.. it was Spring and we had wanted to replace the rotted out pieces of fence before the dogs got out. We weren't going to ask for money but since it was originally his fence that he put and we shared that one side, we figured it would be safe just to let them know. From what I heard it went well, the mayor had said he wanted to fix it but with him being a really good handyman and master carpenter his back was shot, he asked for some time, again no worries we weren't asking him to fix it or anything. we actually needed more time to decide on the fence since we were going to go for the full perimeter fence and not just at one side or section. he said nothing about a party and nothing about not having money, we weren't even asking for money.

weeks went by and with no word from him we decided to go ahead and order the fence. it took days to be delivered and once it was delivered it look another few days to put it up ourselves. they didn't offer help or money, we didn't ask. we did it fast like that not only for our dogs but also not to really inconvenience anyone. just as we finished the fence and planting some of the plants and flowers we got it had started raining hard so we went inside. apparently this bothered the mayor. it rained the rest of the day... let's say it was a Sunday with work the next day, obviously no one came out for the rest of the night to do anything with the fence. the next day, Monday all day people would be working.. at least on our side. the mayor can't work long with his back apparently.

we came back home to the mayor's wife waiting for us. she nicely but very awkwardly said that we should finish the fence because they were going to be having a party Friday. we apologized for the inconvenience and finished the fence, planting some more before it got dark and rained again. the same thing happened, the mayor was unhappy thinking we left garbage for him to clean or didn't care much about his property even though it was raining. Tuesday it rained so the progress was halted but Wednesday we went back after work to fix a panel of the fence, we were even nice enough to plant some flowers on their side of the fence, put some dirt and fertilizer with grass seed down too ..yeah it wouldn't grow until later but it was something right? we were happy with the job on both sides and sealed the fence again, officially done with the fence. no one said anything, no one gave money... the next day Wednesday or Thursday he went out there and ripped all the flowers we planted on his side out, he moved all the dirt away and blew the seeds away. we didn't say anything to them about it. they got ready for their party on Friday and partied all weekend long... some time during the next week he typed out an anonymous note with all of our transgressions from living next to them and put it in our mailbox. we knew it was him right away and when we asked him about it he played dumb and then him and my stepdad had a screaming match outside. for the next few days he would randomly walk out on his deck, yell out of his house windows or from his porch "YOU'RE MAKING ME FIGHT WITH MY FAMILY" and play loud music in his house and in his yard and cars. he would prank call the police like if we were doing it and set off his car alarms and put car alarms at all hours too. to this day he's never apologized, his wife never apologized or said anything about his behavior, same like his daughter. I thought at the very least she would say something but no. he's dead to us, they all are.. but his behavior has only gotten worse. he's nitpicked other neighbors and sent them letters and had screaming matches in the front yard.. to the point where he messed with a Mexican and you had ALLLLL the Spanish from the area on our block and in his yard at 3am shirtless, chasing him around screaming... even the Spanish women were out there cursing them while holding their kids.

Couldn't imagine myself being here on a platform to vent about my frustrations and feelings but there's no one I feel safe with venting about this. So here I go. My wife and I have been known each other and been together for 8+ years. She was living with her sister for a few years prior to me moving in. I've met her sister before and when we were dating but I never had a relationship or connection with her. Over the past 3-5 years living with her, it's been rough. I feel bad bc I've started to resent her in some ways and have started to harbour negative emotions. She's not a bad person, I just don't like the behavior and tendencies she has. She's germophopic, and I don't know if she has contamination OCD but she washes her hand a lot, she washes her clothes every other day, she doesn't like outside clothes so she has to change every time she goes out, and she showers every day. It used to not bother me so much but she quit her job and isn't paying any bills. She kind of just exists in our home. Because she is meticulous with her health, she doesn't want to apply to many jobs and so she's been selectively applying to 1 job every other week. And I'm not saying apply as much as you can but if you really want to get a job wouldn't you submit more applications? And I wouldn't even be that upset that she's not found a job yet but then she complains so much about her health and every little change with her health is affecting her. So my wife has been asking her to go with us on hikes and outings to events and parks but she always has an excuse to not go. Always. It's so annoying to me because she always told me my wife like "I really want to go out into nature and take in scenery and find myself" but then when it's time she always says no. I feel bad for my wife because I feel like she doesn't enjoy spending time with my wife and i, especially if she has to sit in a car for an hour or two. But when we planned out annual road trip and her other sisters are coming she gets super excited and actually wants to plan elaborate ideas and activities. That's annoying to me. And aside from this, she doesn't do anything with her time. She wakes up, eats breakfast, watches Instagram reels, and do laundry. That's like 80% of her routine. Because she's germophobic, she doesn't help with recycling or trash. She'd help us with our dishes but thats it. She complains about how dirty her bathroom toilet is but won't clean it for weeks. And ever since she's been home full time with nothing but time, she stays up late and sleeps in till 10-11am every day. One time my wife and I left to go somewhere with our little one and she was just home, she did some dishes when she got up but she neglected to wash a frying pan which she later got pissed about because she was getting hungry and overstimulated and of course she bursts and complains to my wife about it and I got blamed for it because I used the pan that morning. She had 3 hours to herself and didn't think to help wash the pan in the sink? I am the main person who cooks dinner for everyone. It gets tiring and now I'm also supposed to wash the dishes after. And imagine how I feel when the one person who doesn't do much has the most comments about the food? It's frustrating and annoying, so whenever my sister in law ask me "what's for dinner?" I get super triggered sometimes and feel like I don't want to answer her at all. I can't even feel like I can ask her to help me with cooking because she gets overstimulated. And My wife gets tired from her job every evening when she gets home so I try not to lean on her too much either so I'm basically pushing through by myself. I get tired, so sometimes I don't wash or do my own dishes.after I cooked. And sometimes when my sister in law is in mood, she gets all grumpy and pissy and passive and goes days without talking to my wife. Then when something small gets her she's overwhelmed and takes it out on everyone else. When she's not grumpy she talks so much. Sometimes I'm just like, man do you love hearing yourself talk? So you know when she's in a mood when she's quiet and that means she's checked out and basically unreliable for anything. Including helping us watch our little one for an hour or two while we go on a date night. She always tells my wife that shes got a plan to leave and move out of the state, but she doesn't have a job and no savings. But a part of me tells me that she's not going anywhere not with how she's approaching it. Every time my wife asks her when does she think she's going to leave, she always says "it could be next year but maybe not who knows". These things take preparation, time, and money. She did not think it through when she decided to quit her job. We pay for everything, food and bills. Imagine how much our sewage and water bill is with how much she is using. I love my wife, and maybe it's a bit foolish to say you love someone but can't bring yourself to tell them about these things. But I don't think it would be received well. My wife and her sister have a great relationship and bond that they've built. They're vulnerable with each other and can talk about anything and everything. I envy that bc I don't have that kind of relationship with my siblings. But I can clearly tell that she likes her little sisters more than my wife. I don't think she likes me either but she's kind of had to deal with me because she's living in our home and I'm her brother in law. I feel bad that I feel like I can't talk to my wife about this but we have our own issues to sort through and I'd rather focus on that with her. I just hope the universe helps her find her way so she can live instead of existing, for my sake and sanity too.

I keep trying to make friends, but everytime I try to message someone my previous trauma tells me I shouldn't and that the message will only annoy them. I just wanna make friends but because of so much past experiences it makes it so hard to reach out to them. Even though I know it's the only way I can get closer to someone I hold back.

Last year, on our one-year anniversary, my boyfriend Greg and I decided to celebrate at our favorite dining spot, the Cheesecake Factory, because he's aware of my adoration for their cheesecake. As it turned out, my preference for their dessert played a notable role in the evening's events.

The dinner was progressing wonderfully; we were enjoying ourselves immensely. However, the atmosphere swiftly changed when an elderly gentleman seated nearby pushed his chair back just as our waiter was passing by with a tray. This sudden move caused the waiter to trip and accidentally spill his hot coffee down my back. The pain from the scalding liquid was instant and intense, leading me to scream and instinctively lift my shirt—it was a reflex from the surprise and the burning sensation.

Given that I'm fairly petite in the chest area and don't often wear a bra, this reaction inadvertently resulted in me exposing myself to several other diners. Despite the embarrassment, the physical shock was what dominated my reaction. I managed to pull my shirt back down after what felt like a long fifteen seconds. Our waiter was profusely apologetic, but I knew it wasn't really anyone's fault—just a regrettable accident.

Greg, on the other hand, wasn't able to see the incident as just an accident. He became insistent on leaving the restaurant immediately, claiming that my reaction was overly dramatic and that I had embarassed both of us. Standing my ground, I argued that the incident, while unfortunate, wasn't worth abandoning our anniversary meal, especially since cheesecake—the hallmark of our celebration—was yet to come. I even suggested getting the cheesecake to go, but Greg was adamant about leaving, disapproving of my lack of mortification.

We stayed, but the remainder of our dinner was awkward. Greg claimed that other men were looking at me and probably harboring inappropriate thoughts, to which I replied that their thoughts were their problem, not mine.

The ride home was filled with tension, with Greg expressing that I had ruined our anniversary by forcing him to sit through the aftermath of the incident. He couldn't fathom why I would prioritize a dessert over his feelings. This led to an argument that lasted the entire drive, and the silence that followed has persisted into today.

Considering the whole situation, sometimes I wonder how this incident would have unfolded in the public eye, say if we were part of a reality TV show. Would the audience sympathize with my pain and reflex, or would they criticize me for the unintentional exposure and my insistence on staying for cheesecake?

I'm kind of torn on who was more reasonable here—am I at fault for wanting to continue our celebration?

An ex-partner falsely accused me of sexual assault to get revenge.

I have been harressed. How likely am I to get assaulted?

I'm a minor who is a trans man. A few months ago I came out to my parents as trans but my dad has acted like nothing happened and my Mom tells me it's a phase and asks me why I would decide this horrid future for myself even though I didn't choose it. I wish I could say she wasn't supporting but she is, she is very open about trans rights but when it comes to me I feel like my identity is just a funny joke to her or me "rebelling". I hate myself. She hates me, not her. I took away her little girl and I wish I hadn't. What do I do?

So there is this guy in my class that i am friends with. He says he has dated a lot of girls (16 girls to be exact). And i have only dated 1 guy ever before. So while i don't like that he is a so called playboy, Idk why but i still like him.

We used to spend a lot of time together cause he is in my class and we also live in the same building. and one night he got icecream for us so we went on the terrace and sat together eating it.

So he initiated all of this by getting the icecream, eventually we both said we liked each other and then we even kissed (full blown makeout session actually)

All of this meant a lot to me as it is my first time at it. This continued for like a week, he "lovebombed" me. We even went on two movie dates. It was all like too good to be true types. It was very perfect to me, so i started really really liking this guy.

And well he basically stopped talking to me abruptly. And that has left me all heartbroken and clueless. Like why would he himself initiate the spark, tell me that he likes me, do all these nice things for me, and then just leave?