Random Life Stories and Unpredictable Moments

When I posted last time about my friend, I wasn’t being mean or anything. I just want to vent out that it is frustrating sometimes that some of their issues take over the conversation. And it is unfair to a point where I feel like I’m a therapist. I don’t wanna be ridiculed or have this main character problem with a friend but I complain. Am I a bad friend? To anyone who think I am, I am working on it. It’s just that sometimes they are the one who controls the conversation and I tried to put my voice in it but they get upset if I say the wrong thing I hope that gives anyone who understands what it’s like to have a friend like that so am I a best friend?

It just hurts so much, when I got married thought it would be a forever thing. Now sitting alone, in an empty house, just hurting, angry, guilty, lonely.

Me and my now ex husband met online, neither of us looking for anyone. He had just separated from his 1st wife, and me really not needing the drama of a relationship. We chatted for a few years, then finally met up. He lived in another state, and even then we weren't offical another couple of years. Dated for a year, engaged a year, and a little over a decade of marriage all over red rover.

Before we got married I asked him if he was gay, there were "red flags", but he assured me he was not. Decade of practically sexless marriage, saying that he wanted children but always finding reasons to not do what you need to get them.

I'm such a stupid pathetic girl, I can't be mad at him for who he is, but I am so angry. He is out fucking anything with a penis, but faked heart attacks, asma attacks, etc when all i wanted was a baby he said he wanted too.

I'm trying to be happy and perky for those around me, cause people really don't want to hear it.

I've been too ashamed to speak to anyone for many years about what has been happening. it's hence sharing hear.

IT'S THIS DAMN GUY AGAIN

And if you think talking about him this much is bad, just imagine what my friends have been going through for MONTHS

Let me start by saying I love my wife to death and would do anything for her. Some context my wife is injured and hasn't been able to return to work for almost 3 years now, and is unable to get disability. I work at a minimum wage job full-time but hours are slow during the winter, u also have a medical condition that the doctors can't seem to find the source of or have any idea what to do about it. So money has been tight, p.s I grew up dirt poor, she comes from the middle class.

But this year has been really tough, it started in January we almost lost our house, and in February we got hit by a deer and totaled our car. At this point, things had gotten a little tense between us but we were good and were managing it the best we could. In April we lost a family member and almost lost the house again in May. This is about the time I feel like we started to not be good. We were having more arguments she was saying I don't do enough around the house. So I tried harder to do more like the errands, dishes, yard work, and any projects she wanted done, spending more time with my stepson. But I and I had stopped doing anything together at this point besides watching TV.

Around August my health had started to decline more, I got offered a job as a life insurance agent but I would have to get licensed, so with our situation, I thought this could be great. But life kept throwing us curve

balls, so I got behind on the licensing. I was still trying to do more around the house and with my stepson. This went on till about October.

I started getting depressed at the beginning of the month feeling like a failure and useless. My wife and I had finally had a much-needed talk that turned into a big fight I had brought up that we hadn't done anything together since December and that she stopped coming near me, she said she missed cuddling together and doing things together too, but was also upset that things were always getting done. After our talk things were good or so I thought.

Which brings me to now November, so last Thursday I had a pretty bad health scare, the place I worked at had to call me an ambulance and I was hospitalized, My wife was right there beside me the whole time making sure I got the medical attention I needed, and making sure the doctors were listening. My wife is my best friend and is always striving to better herself and be a good mother, even though this year has sucked.

But tonight we got into another fight this one hurt a lot. Which is why I am on here at 1 am on a work night. It all started because our toilet has not been flushing properly for almost a year. I know absolutely nothing about plumbing. So yesterday her friend came over to try and fix it (he does some plumbing a jack of all trades but master of none) just to find out we need our septic pump and the pipe that connects the toilet to the septic tank replaced. Today I had to get a brain scan and we got home around 3 pm. We had both been quiet all day, but I asked her what was bothering her she said "You don't do anything around here, you didn't even try to fix the toilet!" I replied with I do, do things around here and yes I didn't do anything about the toilet and should have tried to fix it

or take a better look at what was going on. Some other things had been brought up from both of us and she told me she was done talking because nothing changes, I replied with "yeah let's sweep it under the rug cause we seem to be getting good at that" So more things had been brought up. I said "We our partners we need to get through this together" She replied with "We haven't been partners in months " This broke me a bit. Our conversation calmed a bit after that and her best friend had come to take her out because they had plans. She got home around 11 I did a bunch around the house dishes, mopped, some yard work, and laundry. But I feel like a failure and a bit heartbroken, I haven't finished my course, my health isn't getting better, my wife doesn't want to do anything together, and I feel like I'm not good enough. I love her to death and would do anything for her and my stepson but I feel lost and like she may be ready to throw in the towel.....this isn't like us yes we've fought in the past but not this much and we always came back stronger.

if you made it to the end of this and have any advice at all it would be great to hear it

I’m a 52-year-old woman, and I’m dealing with a tricky family issue involving my brother-in-law, Mark, who's 59, and his wife, Linda, who's 35. Mark fully finances Linda’s burgeoning art career, supporting her while she devotes herself to becoming an artist. Linda mainly paints portraits and animals and has established a website to showcase and sell her artwork.

To be honest, I don't find Linda's artwork very appealing. While it’s certainly better than anything I could create, it doesn’t strike me as particularly professional. My husband shares this opinion, hence we've never bought any of her pieces, even though she often hints that we should.

Most of her artworks are tagged at $3,000 to $5,000 — a range that seems steep to me considering the artistic quality. It looks like she doesn’t sell much because she’s started gifting portraits of family members or their pets, catching them off guard and then they feel compelled to purchase these pieces. Recently, it was our turn to face this tactic.

After my son got engaged, we celebrated with a dinner, which was well-documented on social media. Unknown to us, Linda used one of those images to paint a large portrait. She unveiled this ‘surprise’ at a recent gathering, and I must admit, the painting did not appeal to me at all. It was quite overdone and not to my taste.

At the event, I appreciated her effort politely but remained non-committal about liking the artwork. During the night, she consistently hinted we could buy the painting as a wedding gift, even offering a “family discount”. Despite my evasive responses, her disappointment was palpable.

Later, Mark called my husband to express Linda's hurt feelings over us not purchasing the painting, emphasizing how meaningful it would be for them if we did. She dropped her price to $1,900 from the original $2,500.

This isn’t just about money. It’s about being pressured into buying something we neither need nor want. Even my son and his fiancée aren’t interested in keeping it. My husband suggests we purchase it to avoid family drama, even though he agrees with my sentiment. He also remarked that my viewpoint may come off as elitist, which I hadn’t intended. If I refuse to buy the painting, am I being unreasonable?

Imagine this situation playing out on a reality TV show. The tension and awkwardness would likely be magnified, with cameras capturing every reluctantly polite smile and each strained conversation. Viewers would probably be divided; some might sympathize with my refusal to spend a large sum on something I don’t appreciate, while others might see it as a small price to pay for family harmony.

At the age of 86, mobility and hearing challenged I find myself the care giver of my dementia suffering soulmate and my mentally ill adult daughter. It is overwhelming sometime with events and worries of what happens if I am unable to provide the care they need. Members of our small immediate family and our few close friends do not seem to understand.

I will call her Amara, [the essence of spiritual and physical beauty.] It was 70 years ago, in our Junior year at high school and it was love at first sight. She was literally the girl of my dreams then and still is the love of my life. I am blessed. We started dating and married 6 years later.

Amara and I have been the perfect team for 65 years, growing together while supporting each other in everyway possible. One of our daughters has given us a wonderful son-in-law, two grandsons to be proud of, and a beautiful great grandson. Our other daughter is single, emotionally ill and lives with us. She is estranged from the rest of the family outside our home.

In recent weeks Amara has been diagnosed with the early stages of dementia. Many of the symptoms have been present for some time. As I have learned, they are not all related directly to memory.

As a believer, I constantly pray. Everyday I ask for the patience and strength to deal with my own short-comings and provide what my dear wife and daughter need from me. Any constructive advice will be deeply appreciated.

I never thought I would be the kind of person to even ask myself a question like this. When I got engaged to my fiancé three years ago, I was certain. Certain that he was the right choice, that we would build a life together, that the past was just that—the past. But lately, I find myself thinking about my ex more than I want to admit. It’s not that I don’t love my fiancé. I do. He’s kind, he’s supportive, he makes me laugh even when I’m stressed out of my mind. But no matter how hard I try, there’s still this small, stubborn part of my heart that belongs to someone else. And I don't know what that says about me.

Sometimes it hits me out of nowhere. Like when a song we used to listen to together comes on the radio. Or when I pass a certain coffee shop where we spent hours just talking about everything and nothing. And then all the memories come flooding back—the good ones, the ones that make my chest ache in that bittersweet way. I start wondering if he ever thinks about me too, if he ever misses those stupid inside jokes we had or the way we used to plan our future like it was some big adventure. It's confusing, because I don’t want to go back to that relationship. It ended for good reasons. We fought too much, we wanted different things, and in the end we hurt each other more than we helped. Still, part of me misses what we were before it all fell apart.

I’ve tried to tell myself that it’s normal. That maybe everyone who’s been in love before feels this way sometimes. That just because you move on doesn’t mean you erase the love you had. But deep down, it makes me feel guilty. Like I’m betraying my fiancé without even doing anything. He deserves all of me, not a part of me that’s stuck looking backward. And the worst part is, he’s done absolutely nothing wrong. He’s patient with me, he’s honest, he loves me in a way that feels safe and steady. Maybe that’s part of the problem. My relationship with my ex was never steady—it was chaotic and passionate and sometimes toxic. But it made me feel alive in a way that calm love doesn’t always manage. And I hate that part of me still craves that mess sometimes.

There are nights when I lie awake next to my fiancé and wonder if I’m making a mistake. If maybe the reason I cant let go of my ex is because some part of me believes he was “the one” and I just let him go because it got too hard. But then I remember all the pain, all the crying, all the days I felt like I was losing myself just trying to keep him. Loving him wasn’t healthy, even if it was intense. And isn't love supposed to be more than just fire? Isn’t it supposed to be peace too? I know that rationally, but my heart... my heart still hasn’t fully caught up sometimes.

Sometimes I wonder if it's just nostalgia lying to me. Making me remember only the good parts and forget all the nights I cried myself to sleep wondering why I wasn’t enough for him. Nostalgia is a liar like that, painting the past prettier than it really was. I try to remind myself of the facts, the way he would leave me hanging for days, the way he made promises he never kept. But emotions aren't logical, and memories are trickyy. No matter how many times I tell myself I’m better off now, there’s still that ache when I think of what could’ve been, what we almost had.

I haven’t talked to my ex in a long time. Part of me wants to reach out just to see if he’s okay, but I know that’s a bad idea. I know that opening that door would only bring more confusion and hurt. So I keep my distance, for my sake and for my fiancé's. He doesn’t deserve half my heart. He deserves all of it. And maybe loving someone doesn’t always mean you’re supposed to be with them. Maybe sometimes love stays even when the person doesn’t. I guess that’s the lesson I’m still learning.

So yeah, maybe it is normal to still love your ex a little. Maybe it’s just part of being human. Love doesn’t have an off switch. But the important thing is what you do with those feelings. I choose to honor my past without letting it control my future. I choose to stay, to grow, to love the man who’s standing in front of me, not the memory of the one who left. And maybe one day, that stubborn ache will fade into something softer, something that doesn't hurt so much. Until then, I’ll keep moving forward, even when my heart sometimes wants to look back.

I never thought I'd see the day when I'd be packing my bags with an overwhelming sense of relief. You see, I recently discovered that my wife had been unfaithful. At first, it hit me like a punch in the gut—I was blindsided. Society often romanticizes the concept of forgiveness, but after countless sleepless nights and heart-wrenching conversations, I realized that this wasn’t a situation I wanted to mend. Sure, she feels guilty now. She cries and pleads for another chance as if our once-happy marriage could magically return to its former glory. But honestly, I don’t care if she cries. Years of my life spent trying to make it work only to have it crumble because she couldn't stay faithful? That’s on her now. Frankly, it feels liberating to embrace the idea of moving on. 😌

I’m 39, and I’ve spent much of my life trying to please others, always prioritizing their needs over my own. It’s exhausting, to say the least. I've learned that sometimes, to protect your own well-being, you must prioritize your happiness. I remember a quote from Rumi, “The wound is the place where the Light enters you.” I think I’ve been wounded enough. I’ve been nurturing the hope of a clean slate for quite some time now—because life is too short to wallow in despair. I deserve more—compassion, excitement, and a partner who genuinely values what we built together. No more pity parties or playing the eternal victim in a sad love story. This chapter of my life is closing, and I can almost hear the pages turning.

The thing is, life goes on. I have finally come to understand that personal freedom is far more valuable than a toxic relationship. Understanding my worth has turned a vital corner in my journey of self-discovery. If you’ve ever been in a situation like mine, let me ask you, does the weight of someone else's guilt really matter if you've already made the decision to move forward? Sure, it’s emotional and painful—no one wants to look back and see all the wistful moments being tainted. However, it's crucial to remember that we are not the mistakes we've made or the company we keep. Learning to let go and find solace in solitude has opened up a new perspective on life. I am optimistic about my future, and there's a beautiful world outside waiting for me to explore. Here’s to new beginnings! 🎉

Just curious as someone who's curious about the subject. Unfortunately the internet only tells me what happens, not how, or what the person feels specifically.

For cis gender males...

When you have hanky-panky time... Assuming that you have... Alone or with someone... What does it feel like for a male appendage to um... Have the red human fluid go down there🫣!? I sound ridiculous, but I'm not sure how to word this without there being restrictions😮‍💨. It's completely innocent... I swear🙇🏻‍♀️✨!!

I live in a home full of cis gender females. And one 60+ year old male(the dad figure of the house)... But I wouldn't ask the 60+ year old male... Cause he's also my cousin🫥. And that's just weird🫠.

I mean... Not saying it's not not weird here... It's just... Um... You know... Anonymous😅.

Anyway... The only thing I get from Reddit is...

"It's like warm and it's a build up and then it's a woosh!!" Does that make any forking sense😩!? Cause it doesn't to me🥴!!

And I'm specifically asking about just the red human liquid that flows to that area... Not necessarily the... Um... End result🫥.

I heard somewhere the end result does end up being tingly... But what does "tingly" even mean😫!! Like come on dudes, bros, any cis gender male or people with that particular appendage... Be more specific... What does it feel like🧐!?

And why does it get harder to the touch🤔!? Do people with this particular appendage feel the difference in that particular area🤷🏻‍♀️!?

I'm just really curious... As a very, very, very inexperienced cis female human in her early 20's... I'm just curious🫠.

And no need to answer if anyone is uncomfortable☺️🙏🏻✨... Or just simply doesn't know how to answer😶‍🌫️.

I hate all the lies she tells me. I hate that She says She doesn't care, she's Better off, She moved on, that she's hardned up. Because It's not true. It's lie. And she's actively trying to mend a hole he, or some body else with other things, or people or Animals. Trying to shape them into her ideals, projecting her suffiring onto them, making them pay for his mistakes. I hate that all those solid values she preached on and on for my whole life Is just what She wanted in him. I hate that She thinks i'm him. And i hate that She May be right. I hate that I have this kind of obbligation to make up for all she went through and to apologize for what he did. I hate him. I hate her. I loathe her.

Two years after my divorce from my husband of 26 years, the situation remains complex, especially since we share four children. Our divorce was friendly enough, considering he revealed he was gay and we both agreed to separate amicably. Changing my last name after the split didn't seem necessary; imagining the hassle of updating IDs, legal documents, and bank accounts was too daunting, so I kept his surname for official uses but reverted to my maiden name socially.

Things took an unexpected turn when my ex-husband recently got engaged to a lovely man. I've been nothing but supportive of their union. However, during a recent celebration for my grandson's birthday, my ex—out of the blue—suggested I should consider dropping his last name. His fiancé added to the conversation, expressing his discomfort with me retaining the name, which was quite surprising.

I tried to lighten the mood with a joke about the bureaucratic nightmare it would involve, but they didn’t seem amused. My ex pressed on, suggesting that my clinging to his name hindered them from fully moving on and starting a new chapter. The request seemed odd since this had never been a problem over the past couple of years.

The tension escalated after the party, with my ex insisting that my keeping the last name was problematic for his fiancé, portraying a struggle to begin anew. I argued that our children also bear the same last name, and changing it would make me feel disconnected from them. The most painful part of this ordeal was my youngest son telling me that the fiancé feels threatened by me holding onto the last name, viewing it as if I still harbored some claim over my ex.

My ex even claimed that his fiancé saw my retaining the name as a "power play," which struck me as unfair. I feel torn between maintaining peace and being coerced into relinquishing a part of my identity to appease his partner’s insecurities. Though I’ve agreed to reconsider the situation after their wedding, my ex has labeled me as petty and selfish, escalating the conflict.

The irony is, my friends believe I should maintain my stance, but my children are split, creating further discord. The situation seems absurdly trivial to be causing such unrest. If this dispute were aired on a reality show, I imagine the audience would be polarized but likely sympathetic to the absurdity of being pressured over a name that ties me to my children, not just my past.

Should I cave to maintain harmony, or should I stand firm in my decision to keep the last name until I’m ready to change it, if ever?

I have a friend named Sydney who was diagnosed with cancer recently. Thankfully, her doctors believe it's treatable because they discovered it early.

Last weekend, a group of us, including myself, went to support her. I've known Sydney since our college days, but I'm not very familiar with some of her newer friends, as I don't live close by.

During our visit, Sydney shared about the treatment plan her doctor recommended. Suddenly, a person from her circle, whom I met only during this gathering, intervened. "You're not seriously considering that, are you?" she exclaimed, proposing a raw diet she claimed could cure the cancer.

Initially, I tried to remain neutral and suggested, "Yes, maintaining a healthy diet is crucial to keep your strength during treatment."

However, her friend countered, "No, why would you use actual poison instead of what nature provides us?"

She elaborated on the benefits of phytonutrients against cancer cells and hinted at a conspiracy within the medical industry to push unnecessary treatments. As the night progressed, Sydney shifted from being skeptical to somewhat convinced by these claims.

Eventually, I couldn't hold back and told Sydney, "It's good to maintain a healthy diet, and you can explore what you wish in addition to your treatment. But to abandon your medical plan for a salad is both naive and dangerous."

Another friend suggested Sydney could postpone her medical treatment to try this diet, thinking it wouldn’t harm to delay for a few weeks. Sydney seemed tempted by the idea of fewer disruptions to her life and no hair loss.

I was troubled seeing her swayed by this renewed but false hope. I confronted the friend, "You could be endangering Sydney's life with such advice. Is that something you’re prepared to handle?"

The friend left the room upset. Some of her friends said my reaction was too intense, stating we should respect different opinions and let Sydney decide. Sydney appreciated the range of viewpoints, understanding that everyone was tense given her diagnosis.

I tried to calm the situation, but I feel like I might have disrupted what was meant to be a supportive gathering by turning it into a debate.

If this situation were part of a reality show, the scene could have escalated dramatically with cameras zooming in on everyone's reactions. The producers might have even highlighted this argument for trailers and teasers, sparking debates among viewers about the ethics of alternative treatments versus conventional medicine. Thoughts like, "Will this make me look like the bad guy? Am I just adding drama?" keep racing through my mind.

I hate commiting to people, they're unpredictable and it takes to much effort to stay friends or whatever else a relationship may want to tilte itself as. At times my mental health is just doing bad, or I just realized how bad they actually are. Other times I feel like they don't need me, or don't actually like me. So I leave. People always make me so tired, no matter how hard I try I end up leaving them idk why... and I may be a horrible person but at least I'm starting to realize that people arent for me. I don't need them. Theres a hole that no one can ever seem to fill.

My relationship with my elder sister, Clara, has always been somewhat turbulent. We are distinctly different people; she has a passion for all things fashion and beauty, while I prefer a more casual lifestyle, focusing on academia and my career. Although our interests diverge, I believed we maintained a basic level of respect and civility, until a recent incident made me question this.

Clara’s upcoming wedding has been the center of her universe lately. In an attempt to cut costs elsewhere, she asked if I could contribute financially towards her wedding gown as a “sisterly gesture.” Having just secured a well-paying job, I agreed to help despite finding her request somewhat unusual.

A few weeks ago, during a family get-together, I wore a dress that made me feel particularly confident, despite not being a size 2. To my disbelief, Clara commented loudly enough for everyone to hear that I was “brave” for wearing something so “tight.” I was mortified but chose not to cause a scene by responding.

Later the same evening, she remarked privately that she could never wear something like my dress unless she slimmed down, suggesting the dress was unflattering for someone of my size. This hurt me deeply, and I expressed how offensive her comments were. She dismissed my feelings, claiming she was "just being honest."

These events have led me to reconsider my financial pledge for her wedding dress. When I communicated my decision to her, Clara reacted angrily, accusing me of being selfish and petty. She even claimed that I was sabotaging her special day over a mere joke. Frustrated, I stood my ground, which prompted our parents to intervene, suggesting I should overlook her remarks and contribute as planned, emphasizing that "that’s what sisters do."

However, I felt that Clara's comments crossed a line. This situation makes me wonder if I’m in the wrong for reconsidering my support.

If this saga were to unfold on a reality show, audiences might be captivated by the dramatic fallout, speculating on whether my sister’s comments were genuinely tactless or strategically designed to make a splash on national television. Viewers could be split, with some applauding my stance to withhold financial support as a form of standing up for oneself, while others might view me as overly sensitive, siding with my sister and viewing her comments as benign sibling banter.

Just curious: If you were on a reality show how would you react?

My sister Laura is set to get married in just three months. She has decided to have a wedding without any children present. I completely understand and respect her choice. However, the situation becomes a bit tricky for my husband, Jake, and me because we have a newborn who is only three months old. When Laura initially informed us about her decision for a child-free event, I thought she might make an exception for immediate family, especially for newborns who need constant care.

I approached Laura to discuss the possibility of bringing our baby to the wedding. I explained that I'm currently breastfeeding and leaving our baby with someone else for an entire day isn't something we're comfortable with. Furthermore, since the wedding is in another city, we would have to rely on a stranger or leave our baby far away at home with someone else. I shared my anxiety about being separated from our newborn for such an extended period, hoping she would understand.

However, Laura was quite firm in her decision. She emphasized that allowing our baby at the wedding would be unfair to other guests who are adhering to the 'no children' rule. I suggested that perhaps we could bring our baby just for the ceremony and leave before the reception, but she refused that too. She wants the entire day to be free of children.

I expressed to her that if our baby can't come, then it would be difficult for us to attend. We considered having only Jake go, but it felt odd and impractical. I couldn’t bear the thought of leaving our baby even with Jake and attending alone. Laura became quite upset and mentioned that her wedding should take precedence and implied that I needed to learn to detach from our baby for just a few days. She stressed the importance of her day and seemed to expect us to accommodate her without considering our stance.

Is it really unreasonable for me to prioritize my baby’s needs over attending the wedding? I respect it’s Laura’s day and her rules, but a little empathy from her side would have been appreciated. Now, I almost feel like Laura is being a bit of a bridezilla.

If this situation unfolded on a reality TV show, viewers might be split. Some would likely sympathize with my position as a new mother not wanting to part from her baby, while others might support Laura's steadfast adherence to her child-free wedding policy. The drama and conflict might even boost the show's ratings as audience members debate over family obligations versus respecting the bride's wishes.

I cann't help but wonder, am I realy the asshole for not being willing to attend my sister's wedding because my baby isn't welcomed?