Random Life Stories and Unpredictable Moments

After five years of marriage, at 29, I've hit a wall. I love my husband deeply, and I believe he loves me too, but there's a creeping doubt that's hard to shake off—sexual incompatibility...

It's like an elephant in the room, lurking silently while casting an awkward shadow over our relationship. Our chemistry was undeniable when we first met; we'd tumble into bed, laughter echoing around us. But lately, things have changed. Is it normal for passion to dwindle so dramatically with passage of time? Many couples navigate shifting dynamics over time, but our situation seems different—stuck, stagnant. I can't help but wonder if the spark is gone for good or if it's just buried under life's daily grind. I googled "sexual incompatibility in marriage" and stumbled upon countless forums filled with people sharing their stories—similar yet personal experiences adorned with intimate details and advice. It was both reassuring and worrying. "Sex is not the only important part of a marriage," they say, and sure, true; but intimacy feels foundational, doesn't it? It's that unexplainable bond, and when it's missing, it's like there's a hole in the fabric of our marriage. Now, conversations have shifted from "I want you" to "I care about you," which, while sweet, lacks the fervor it once did. Often, I find myself absorbed in blogs discussing topics like libido mismatch, emotional connection, and attachment styles. The jargon is daunting but sheds light on our predicament—my higher libido struggles against his lower desire; a classic case of desire discrepancy. I've tried discussing this with him but broaching the subject feels like dancing on a tightrope, precarious and tense. Is it too much to ask for mutual attraction in a partnership? Or am I being unrealistic in my expectations? It's hard to dismiss the nagging feeling that perhaps he's no longer sexually attracted to me, even though he insists otherwise.

The emotional side of me wants to believe him, but the factual observations paint a different picture. The intimacy we once shared feels like a memory fading away into the archives of our early days. In an article, I read that long-term relationships naturally evolve into comfortable cohabitation, where physical intimacy isn't the pinnacle of the relationship anymore. But shouldn't there be some semblance of desire still? I’m constantly battling with these cerebral narratives—my mind a restless, questioning space. We’re trying to rediscover that physical connection through couple’s activities, date nights, and the occasional weekend getaway. Still, the rhythmic path from date to full-on making out seems to be missing. Every intimacy expert lists "communication" as the pinnacle of resolving sexual disinterest, yet every attempt at initiating these conversations seems to erect another barrier between us. There’s this gap, sparse as it’s growing but for how long? And on the other side are murmurs of questions and whispers of longing. It’s common to hear about the "seven-year itch," yet, here it’s an early symptom; maybe it's a phase, but how long until it becomes chronic? People change, circumstances evolve, but is this sexual standstill a temporary halt or the new normal? Our marriage wasn't purely based on sex, but I won't deny the substantial role it played in keeping the relationship vibrant and lively.

Do I settle into this newfound normalcy of companionship void of fervor, or do I strive to rekindle the flame we had? That question begets more questions, not answers. I even came across a study emphasizing that many marriages survive and thrive on shared goals, emotional bonds, and friendship. I take solace in these sentiments, yet is surviving the same as thriving? We tick many 'marital compatibility' boxes: shared values, understanding, mutual respect; yet this one unchecked box feels glaringly deficient. Sometimes, I mull over solutions—professional counseling, self-help books, rekindling personal hobbies to divert the mind. Yet, nothing offers a concrete answer, just wisps of temporary relief. Should I accept this compatibility hiccup as part of our "till death do us part" package, or strive tirelessly for change? Every now and then, I drop suggestions of change like seeds, hoping they’ll take root in our reality. Still, the ground feels resistant, the air too dry for them to grow. In this scenario, is patience love's true test, or is proactive effort the remedy? It's a conundrum—two possible paths, but one uncertain outcome. In my quiet moments, I wonder, "Am I the only one who feels this disconnect? Or is it mutual silence extending beyond words?" Should we dive deeper into the exploration of non-sexual intimacy as an alternate course, preserving the essence of our relationship through shared dreams, laughter, and camaraderie? If this is the more conducive path to navigate, how do we begin? Despite the battle within, I know and feel there’s still genuine affection and a craving for a shared future....

I am lost, help me guys...

I’m a 32 year old woman. Divorced and no child. Aged parents. 6 years ago I took over the provider role. With no generational wealth or support from anyone. Sis lives abroad prioritises her life. Burnt out at work. Anxious and stressed most of the time. Health issues.. Cannot quit job due to the responsibilities. Craving to be taken care.. my feminine energy is dead and this is affecting my current relationship with my partner who is not financially stable. I feel like I hv to be man in the relationship. I don’t know how I got here n don’t know what to do.

Everytime I feel as if Im the smallest, most useless presence on earth and I want to give up, somehow my brain injects just enough positive thoughts to keep me from stopping dead in my tracks and continue going, but not enough to fix my fucked up self image. Not enough to fix my skewed perceptions. Not enough to make it stop feeling like I'm in a car stopped dead in the middle of a busy highway. No. I feel every bit as shitty, every bit as damaged, every bit as certain of my failure as a living being. I'm just hit with the temporary high of loose nameless positivity that keeps me functioning.

Its as if Im being tortured. I know I'll plumit again, so why do I keep bringing myself back?

I’m put into a position where I have to choose who to live with. Either my grandma or my mom and it’s hard because I love them both and I hate that I’m forced here. My mom is going to move out because my grandma says that she brings trouble to the house and because my mom forgave her boyfriend after he hit her and took her car. So my grandma is making my mom move out so my mom and her boyfriend can live together instead of bringing him here to where I’m currently staying (which is in a home with my grandma and my mom). Today my grandma asked me “Your mother is looking for a place to live. I assume you’ll stay here with me, right?” <— (In Spanish) and all I did was look down. I didn’t give her a clear answer so she shrugged it off but it makes my chest ache, feeling like my family is falling apart and there’s nothing I can do. I don’t want to have to choose who to live with, I just want things to be happy.

And on top of all of that I just wish I could have a dad to go to. “Daddy issues” is so sexualized but it’s not my fault my own father isn’t there for me emotionally / mentally so now every time I see a dad and daughter having a healthy relationship it makes me cry and I get so jealous that it hurts. My mom doesn’t have her shit together, she’s always coddling her boyfriend and there’s no privacy with her or her boyfriend because of a camera I mentioned in one of my other vent stories. I just wish I had both of them, a mom to go to that respects my privacy and can just comfort me and a dad who can do the same. But I’m 15 and I’m already aware of the dangers online so I don’t trust easy anymore after having a couple online friends that talked behind my back to my boyfriend. My boyfriend also has his own things that he’s going through and I don’t want to burden him so I wish I could have my own online family. Like a little support system to escape reality.

I wish there was a way to factory reset my family, lol.

i feel kinda isolated. not drastically but, in a way that makes me feel alone. I'm with my mom but, somehow that doesn't feel like it's enough.

my father left on my birthday and recently got engaged with another woman that neither my mom or myself know. my brother is two hours away from where i live and is also engaged, luckily i know her though and she's sweet. my sister has moved away with a friend and specified she will not be coming back. oh, and she'll also get engaged. my mom has a boyfriend and he has a nine year old daughter but we're not close. she never shuts up and it drains me so i subconsciously avoid her sometimes.

i dunno, i don't exactly know what to do anymore. i mean, i have a best friend but... i love them, i really do, but im starting to get awfully annoyed by them. it's just, a stage i think. not sure though but i kind of hate it a lot. i want to talk to them about this but then i worry if im making the whole thing about me and im projecting because when i usually vent i get really expressive, even in text sometimes and blow up even when i don't try to. undirected anger.

i recently had a dream whereas i had three siblings for some reason. the dynamics of tmnt which i am a fan of, kind of weird to admit but i did have that dream. it was the most enjoyable dream i ever had, even if i don't remember every detail. i only have two siblings but i remember a lot of laughing in that dream. happiness that i really crave. i was sad when i woke up. honestly, i think that reflects a lot on me lmao

i dunno, it feels like people keep leaving me, even if my mom swears she'll never leave me. why don't i believe her? genuine question, i can't bring myself to grasp it for some reason.

i live my life as an artist and a writer which says a lot, to be honest. why are we loners and why does it hurt so bad even if we enjoy it? something i've really thought about. it doesn't feel great at all.

by the way, my damn dog got taken from me by her stupid boyfriend too. keeps calling him his dog. it's my dog too, prick! actually, it's just my dog. he's an australian shepherd and yeah he's meant to herd but just because he lives with him temporarily doesn't make it his dog! does it? i don't know, i feel like im whining.

idk, point of this vent thing is cuz i really miss them, i guess. my own brain is telling me that too i guess, with the dream and all. i don't know what to do. i don't have much energy for school, either. crazy how we see our educators more than our own parents. i really wish it wasn't that way. i'm lonely, and people overlook the youngest sibling role as "spoiled and gets what they want" too much i think. more or less true too but, that's not all of it, man.

hello, I could use some advice on a situation, and I need someone to tell me if i am in the wrong here.

I have always had a tough time making friends and getting close to people. it generally takes me about two years of being friends with someone before the conversation starts flowing comfortably and naturally. because of this, I hold my friendships very close. I try my best to be a good friend and I would never do anything to purposely hurt a friend. that being said, over these past year or two I have been friends with a girl named Jude. this school year Jude and I have been getting fairly close. we have finally hit the point where conversation is just natural and I am not always worried that I am being annoying or that she is just hanging out with me because she feels like she has to. well our friendship got a little complicated a few months ago when Jude started dating my cousin Troy. Troy and his family have had a difficult last year. I don't need to get into it too much, but his parents are in the middle of getting a divorce and money has been a little tight. over this last week or so Jude has been telling me she has been buying pizza for Troy and his brother because they have nothing to eat at home. she told me not to tell anyone about it because she didn't want Troy getting mad at her for telling me. normally I wouldn't get involved with the situation. If I wasn't related to the guy I would have just let her talk, and not share the information. however, with Troy being family I was concerned and wanted to try and help. it shouldn't be Jude's job to make sure that her boyfriend's family is eating. so after thinking it over for a bit, I asked my mom if we could send his family some extra beef and or sausage because we raise farm animals and just sent some off to butcher. I also told her that Jude had been buying them pizza. I figured it wouldn't be too big of a deal since we usually send some of our extra meat to Troy's family. Well, the other day Troy's mom (my aunt) came over and was talking to my mom. something must have gotten broughten up about Jude buying Troy pizza. anyway, Jude texted me today and asked if I had been telling people that Troy's family had no food. I immediately freaked out because the only person I talked to was my mom, and I only did that because I was genuinely concerned and wanted to make sure the kids had food. I made sure to ask my mom not to mention Jude because I didn't want her to get in trouble with Troy, and I didn't want Jude to be mad at me. well it turns out that Troy and his brother have been fed at home, they just want junk food and I think that Troy is lying to Jude. Jude is the type of person to have a tough time breaking things off with a boy, and I know that if I try to bring this up she will take his side over mine and I will have lost a friend. which is really tough because I have such a tough time making friends. but i am pretty sure that Troy has been manipulating the situation because he tells Jude he isn't getting fed, he tells his mom that he is fine with Jude buying him stuff because she is making good money, and he told my mom that he hates it when Jude buys him stuff. I don't know what to do, and I feel terrible. I shouldn't have said anything to my mom, but I just wanted to help. I think Jude is mad and me, and I don't know what to say to make things better. what do I do? and am I in the wrong here? all I know is that I feel horrible

I share an apartment with two roommates, Mia and Nora. Living in our city is incredibly costly, and the only way we could afford to stay here was by splitting the rent for a three-bedroom apartment. None of us could manage on our own, and even a two-bedroom would have been too much.

Mia and I were both single when we moved in, while Nora was dating a guy named Max. He's the quiet, tidy type who even chips in for utilities since he's over quite often.

Recently, Mia began seeing Leo, who is a mutual friend of Nora and Max. Leo has made some uncomfortable comments towards me including remarks about my weight and inappropriate sexual questions. When I brought it up to Mia, she brushed it off saying he was just trying to be friendly. Nora and Max echoed her sentiment, attributing it to his bizarre sense of humor.

The tension escalated last week when I overheard Mia and Leo in the apartment's only bathroom, which happens to share a wall with my bedroom. It was clear they were intimate, and they left the shower in a mess. Nora was away visiting her parents, so the responsibility of cleaning fell on me.

I tried discussing my discomfort with Nora upon her return, hoping she’d understand. However, she's not one to confront issues, and she casually mentioned that now Mia knows how I feel, she probably wouldn't repeat her actions. Despite her reassurance, I felt she didn't grasp the seriousness of the situation. Since then, I've been distancing myself from Mia and Leo.

My relationship with Mia has deteriorated, and Nora’s neutrality seems to inadvertently support Mia, which makes me feel isolated. Considering all this, I thought about moving out. We had renewed our lease for another year right before I met Leo, and according to our estate agent, I couldn't break the lease unless there was a contract violation.

Feeling trapped, I revisited our lease agreement and found a clause stating that only registered tenants could reside in the flat for extended periods. I used this to argue that Mia’s boyfriend staying over was a breach, citing a corresponding increase in our utility bills as proof.

This move allowed me to legally exit the lease. However, it led to an unexpected outcome: the landlord decided to evict Mia and Nora for violating the lease terms. They were upset, claiming I had blindsided them and left them scrambling to find new accommodation by month's end. Fortunately, I can move back with my parents who live about an hour and a half away, but Mia and Nora don't have that option since they're from another city.

I never wanted them to be evicted; all I wanted was to remove myself from an uncomfortable living situation. But when ongoing issues are dismissed, and there’s a clear lack of communication, drastic measures sometimes become the only solution.

Imagine if this whole ordeal was captured on a reality TV show. The drama, the confrontations, and these pivotal decisions would certainly make for riveting television. Viewers might sympathize with the unbearable living conditions I had to endure or vilify me for my actions leading to my roommates' eviction. The dynamic and responses would be unpredictable yet intensely engaging.

I don’t kno when it started exactly. Maybe it was innocent at first, just little jokes, casual convos, a few laughs here and there. But now, I feel like there’s somthing more, something I don’t really wanna admit to myself. I’m a married man, been with my wife for years, we built a life together, and I still love her—I really do. But lately, there’s this thing with my coworker, and I can’t ignore it. It’s not like I’m doing anything, not really. We just talk a lot, joke around, sometimes she texts me after work about random stuff. And I know it’s harmless—I mean, we don’t touch, we don’t cross any big lines. But if it’s all so harmless, then why do I feel guilty? Why do I delete some of our messages before I get home? Why do I think about her when I’m laying in bed next to my wife?

I keep tellin myself it’s not cheating, because there’s no actual act, no betrayal in the way people usually think about it. But then I wonder… if the roles were reversed, if I saw my wife laughing with some guy at her job the way I do with this coworker, if she was gettin texts late at night, if she was goin out of her way to look just a little bit nicer when she knew she’d see him—would I be okay with that? No. No way. And that’s the part that’s messing with me. I know I’m playing with fire, even if it’s just a tiny spark right now. Maybe nothing will ever happen, maybe it’ll just stay this light, playful thing. But what if it doesn’t? What if one day I cross a line I can’t uncross? What if I already have, and I just don’t wanna admit it?

I tell myself that it’s natural, that everyone flirts a little, that it doesn’t mean anything. I mean, just because I enjoy talking to her, just because I look forward to seeing her, just because my heart beats a little faster when she compliments me—that doesn’t make me a bad guy, right? Maybe I’m just craving attention in a way I didn’t realize before. Marriage is great, but after years together, it’s easy to feel… unnoticed. My wife and I are comfortable, we have our routines, and I know she loves me, but sometimes it doesn’t feel new anymore. But this coworker? She laughs at my jokes like they’re actually funny, she notices little things about me, she makes me feel like I still got that charm. And damn, it feels good to feel wanted.

But then the guilt creeps back in, and I start wonderin—is flirting cheating? I know what the “right” answer is, what people say it is. But in reality? It’s not always so black and white. Because it’s not just about what you do, it’s about what you feel. And if I’m already feeling this guilty, maybe I already have my answer. Maybe I just don’t wanna face it.

ok so like i don’t even kno what happened. one day he was all sweet n talkin to me in class, laughin at my dumb jokes, sayin good morning on snap, just bein cute n stuff... and now? it’s like i don’t even exist. he don’t look at me, don’t reply, don’t even open my messages sometimes. i keep re-readin our convos like, did i say somethin wrong?? was i weird?? was i too much?? i swear i been thinkin about it nonstop and it’s makin me feel like i’m goin crazy. we used to talk every day and now it's just silence. and it hurts way more than i thought it would. i didn’t even realize how much i liked him until he started actin like i was invisible. like bruh what changed???

he was the first boy who made me feel kinda special, u kno? not like those fake boys who just wanna mess around. he actually listened to me, asked me about my day, remembered the lil things i said. he used to sit by me at lunch, even helped me with math one time (even tho he lowkey sucks at math lol). i thought it meant something, fr. like we had a thing, even if it wasn’t official or whatever. nd now it’s like he flipped a switch. i saw him talkin to some other girl the other day and he smiled at her in that same way he used to smile at me and ngl, it felt like a punch in the stomach. i told myself i wouldn’t catch feelings but i did and now here i am, listenin to sad songs like a dummy n tryna not to cry in front of ppl.

i asked my friends what i should do n they all said stuff like “forget him” or “he’s not worth it” but that don’t help. i don’t wanna just forget him. i wanna understand what i did wrong. like, was i too boring? too clingy? not pretty enough? it’s messin with my head. every time my phone lights up i hope it’s him but it never is. i be dreamin about him textin me like “hey sorry i was busy” or “i miss u” but it never happens. just more silence. and the worst part? i still like him. i still wanna talk to him. and i hate that. why do i care so much about someone who clearly don’t care about me anymore?

i keep tryna tell myself that if someone can just stop talkin to u like that, they were never really yours in the first place. but it don’t make it hurt any less. i miss how it felt when we were vibin, when i thought maybe, just maybe, this boy actually liked me for me. now i feel dumb. like i made it all up in my head or somethin. maybe he got bored. maybe he found someone better. maybe he never liked me at all. i dunno. but what i do kno is that bein ignored like this sucks. it makes u feel small. invisible. like u don’t even matter. and i’m tryna move on, i swear i am. but it’s hard when the only person u wanna hear from is the one who won’t even look at u. so yeah... why is he ignoring me? i wish i knew. i really do.

like wdym I'm already wishing it was tomorrow so I can see him again like I mean yeah we talk online but its not the same like ykwim and now I just wish it was tomorrow so I can see him again

In my time as a florist, I've encountered all kinds of hectic situations, but one Saturday morning truly topped the charts. Emily, the bride, and her mother, Helen, arrived at our shop at the crack of dawn, a mere three hours before Emily's wedding was set to begin. Their request was simple yet daunting: a bridal bouquet, a special corsage for the mother of the bride featuring cattleya orchids, a boutonniere for the groom, and six additional ones for his attendants.

The bride eagerly thumbed through a premium floral book, pointing out designs adorned with garden roses, dainty stephanotis, and intricate variegated ivy—all flowers that needed to be ordered well in advance. Both Emily and her mother couldn't grasp why we didn't have these luxurious, perishable items just lying around. The cattleya orchids Helen wanted were nowhere to be found in our inventory either. Caught in a bind, my boss firmly explained the limitation of choosing from available stock and sticking to simpler designs due to the time crunch.

As our discussion heated, Emily alternated between tears and indignantly protesting that we were sabotaging her special day. My boss, who was notoriously short-tempered with last-minute bridal requests, bluntly reminded her that the oversight in flower planning was her own doing. Helen attempted to confront my boss on her supposed poor service, receiving a pointed suggestion to try their luck at a nearby supermarket's floral section instead.

Defiantly, Helen declared they would do just that and reassured Emily that everything would be sorted out in time for the wedding. They left in a huff, leaving us to sigh in relief.

Yet, within minutes, my boss decided we should preemptively prepare something. So, we started crafting six simple boutonnieres from the dendrobium orchids we did have. Meanwhile, my boss put together a basic bouquet using some slightly wilted white roses and more orchids.

As expected, Helen returned not long after, her tone much subdued, pleading for us to assemble the necessary arrangements. We managed to pull everything together on time, but not without imposing a hefty rush fee for their troubles.

Imagine if all this drama unfolded on a reality TV show! The cameras capturing every tear, every argument—our florist shop turning into a stage for bridal meltdowns and frantic last-minute fixes. Viewers would probably be on the edge of their seats, judging between sympathy for the unprepared bride and frustration at her entitlement. It would surely be an episode filled with tension and maybe a few laughs at the absurdity of it all.

growing up in a nudist family is like... i dont even know how to explain it without soundin weird. like, for my parents and my brother, its just normal. no big deal. they always told me stuff like "our bodies are natural" and "there’s nothin to be ashamed of" and all that. and when i was little, i guess it didnt feel weird. like, when ur a little kid, u dont really think about that stuff, u just do what your parents say is normal. we went to nudist beaches, nudist camps, even some nudist events and i never really questioned it. but now that im a teenager, like 16, it feels totally different. i hate it. not hate like i think my family is bad or anything, but hate like... i dont feel comfortable anymore. at all. and they just dont get it. every time i try to say somethin they act like im the weird one. like im bein brainwashed by "society" or whatever. but honestly, sometimes i just wanna wear clothes and not have to explain myself every five minutes.

its hard too cuz like, i feel so embarassed when my friends talk about stuff. they’ll be like "ugh imagine seeing your parents naked" and im just sittin there laughin along like "haha yeah that would be gross" when inside im screamin cuz like… yeah. ive seen it all. all my life. and i dont kno how to say it without people thinkin im a freak or sumthin. sometimes i even lie. i say stuff like "yeah we go to the beach sometimes" and leave out the part where it’s a nude beach. i just dont wanna be that girl who everybody whispers about. and its not like i hate my family. i love them. they’re good ppl. but they dont understand that just cuz they’re ok with it doesnt mean i have to be too. i wanna wear jeans and hoodies and be normal. i wanna go to a regular beach and not worry about runnin into someone from the "community" who wants to have deep talks about body freedom. maybe one day ill accept it more, maybe i’ll even be okay with it, but right now? i just wanna be a regular teenage girl who gets to keep her clothes on without feelin like shes betrayin her family. is that too much to ask? cuz sometimes it really feels like it is.

So let me set the scene because it is a bit crazy, and I'm not even sure if I'm the one who's out of line here. I'm a 16-year-old girl, and I come from a Latin American background. I was born and grew up in Costa Rica until I moved at the age of 13. I still speak Spanish fluently, eat Costa Rican cuisine, celebrate all the local festivals, and hold Costa Rican citizenship. However, my parents are from Chinese descent, so yes, I am also Asian. Surprising, I know! But for some, the concept of being both Asian and Latina is hard to grasp.

The confusion heightened during a school event. I’m very passionate about musical theatre, and when my school announced they were staging ‘In the Heights,' which portrays a mainly Latino neighborhood, I was eager to be part of it. I auditioned for the role of Nina but was cast as Vanessa instead. I was super excited about it. But then, there was this girl, Heather, who also wanted Vanessa, and she was furious when I got the role instead.

Heather seemed either not to care to learn about my background or maybe chose to ignore it, but next thing I know, she’s spouting off that I had nabbed a Latina role from a "real" Latina. She ranted about how troubling it was for me, an Asian girl, to fill a role meant for someone with "authentic" Latina roots. As if things weren't bad enough, she started trash-talking me with her buddies, throwing around insults like “stupid Chinese” and “pick me.”

I hit my limit and decided to confront her about it. At first, I tried to calmly clear up that yes, Asian Latinos do exist (ever heard of Costa Rica?). I even mentioned actor Harry Shum Jr. as an example. But she refused to listen. The argument blew up when she kept saying I didn't look the part and that casting me was wrong, likening it to if she were to be cast as Mulan.

I lost my cool.

In the heat of the argument, I threw back that if we're judging by her standards, she shouldn't portray Vanessa since Vanessa isn't supposed to be FAT and UGLY. Yeah, it was harsh. But by then, I was frustrated with trying to get through to someone who had no regard for me or my background. She stormed off after that.

Now she's painting me as the villain, claiming I body-shamed her. I admit, the words were harsh, but was I supposed to sit quietly while she demeaned my heritage and perpetuated racial slurs? It feels like she started this by being so close-minded.

Imagine if this whole incident transpired on a reality show. The cameras capturing every heated exchange and each biting remark. Would the audience side with me, knowing everything, or would they see me as too aggressive, focusing only on the climax of our confrontation? Reality TV tends to twist narratives, so it's intriguing to think about how our story might have been portrayed.

Well, the mall incident in Malaysia. I got too excited, so I went far away from my mom to a side of a mall’s store where she couldn’t see me, then my brother found me. My dad said I could’ve gotten kidnapped, trafficked, organs sold, & raped. I know, I just forgot for a moment because I got too excited, but I blame myself. My dad then, in the hotel, proceeded to hit me, yell at me, call me a bad word & then he said I didn’t care about the family, I went because I got selfish, he blamed my liking to art, & then he said he only cares for me because I’m his child, not because he loves me, even saying if I were a neighbor’s kid, I’d be a bad example to him. I know he was angry, but I think he was right. That I’m unempathetic, that I’m selfish, & I don’t care about the family. Well, I do love them, I felt bad from what I did, I felt dumb, but is he right? Afterwards, I got tired, scared to talk to him, scared of getting lost in a mall, & I always ask my mom how I can help her. Maybe it’s just teen stuff, maybe my hormones & my overreaction are making me sad & tired.

My bf: I don't want to go canoeing with you. It sounds like work, and I'm too busy anyway! Now here's something really fun, how about your drive me to my friend's daughter's who you've met 3 times's high school graduation and accompany me at her graduation party for 8 hours? Oh, and no drinking because you're the driver! Doesn't that sound like fun and not work?