Random Life Stories and Unpredictable Moments

My wife and I have been together for a delightful six years. When we initially became a couple, she was quite slender. Over the years, she's put on a little weight. Now, she has a fuller figure, which I personally find very attractive. To me, her size doesn’t matter; she's the love of my life, and I absolutely adore her.

Earlier this year, an excellent job opportunity arose in my hometown, offering nearly twice my current salary. Considering our goal to pay off our mortgage, I accepted the job. Since my wife manages our home full-time, we spent several months discussing how this change would influence our daily lives. By April, we had a plan established: I would reside with my parents during the week and return to spend the weekends with my wife.

The initial few months of this arrangement were tough, however, I cherished the moments spent with my wife. Unfortunately, it seemed the change was harder on her than anticipated. She began withdrawing socially, stopped wearing makeup, and swapped her form-fitting clothes for looser alternatives. While her change in attire didn’t bother me per se, it was upsetting to see her struggling.

Last month, I decided to take the first week of September off from work to surprise her for her birthday on the 4th. Prior to my return, I went shopping for her gifts, picking out a light pink corset lingerie set with a matching thong from Victoria’s Secret—light pink being her favorite color. I also bought her some jewelry, flowers, and a Ninja blender she had been wanting.

I commenced my drive home on August 31st, excitedly revealing to my wife that I had taken the week off to celebrate her birthday. I teased her about her gifts being in the car, and eventually yielded to her pleas to let her open them early. When she reached the last gift—the lingerie—her initial smile faded. Confused, I asked what was wrong, to which she retorted, “Are you serious? A small? Are you fucking serious?” I explained that it had always been her size, but we could easily exchange it if needed. Her reaction escalated quickly; she began crying, locked herself in our bedroom, and furiously told me not to touch her when I attempted to comfort her. Her accusations flew, asking if she was just an object or a plaything to me, which was never my intention. Hurt and bewildered, she demanded that I leave, claiming I had ruined her birthday.

Looking back, I can only imagine how this would play out if it were part of a reality TV show. Likely, the viewers would split, some sympathizing with my intention to please and surprise her, while others might criticize the choice of gift considering the sensitive nature of women's sizing. Reality TV thrives on such personal dramas, but the real focus should remain on understanding and communication in such situations.

Hello everyone!

I'm currently expecting a child and had to be rushed to the hospital a few days back due to severe chest pain that raised suspicions of a lung clot. I'm still in the hospital as I write this.

A couple of weeks earlier, I lost my beloved maternal grandfather to cancer. Our family is still deeply shaken by the loss.

About two and a half years ago, I underwent a traumatic experience during a car accident which left me with severe injuries including broken ribs, pelvis, and three places in my back. This incident occurred amid the COVID pandemic, so my hospitalization included numerous scans around the clock. They eventually concluded that immediate surgery wasn't required, so I was discharged the next morning with prescription for morphine and a wheelchair. Upon my release, I was overwhelmed by around a hundred messages from acquaintances, prompted by the photos and details of my accident shared on social media by my mother and stepfather. Despite my request to remove those posts due to privacy concerns, they remained online.

Today, a good friend informed me that my mother has been sharing news of my pregnancy and current hospitalization in various group chats. My stepfather has also been discussing it with his side of the family. Despite my insistence that my husband and I wanted to announce this news ourselves, they went ahead and shared it anyway. I conveyed my hurt and disappointment to them, and I highlighted their dishonesty with evidence of messages from others. In response, my mother sent a tearful voice note apologizing and expressing her distress over my grandfather's passing. I tried to be understanding but reaffirmed my need for privacy.

My stepfather, whom I've been close with, sent me a voice note too, stating that they don't need the stress and accusing me of overreacting over something "trivial." He brushed it off as my hormonal state and refused to admit they did anything wrong. He attributed their actions to concern about my well-being. He refused an apology, added that I had upset my mother significantly, and expressed his disappointment in my reaction, despite his assertion of love for me as a daughter.

Initially, I addressed my mother with a message highlighting how their actions had breached my trust, making my hospital stay more stressful by knowing that my personal life was shared without my consent.

Although I understand we are all dealing with grief and emotional strain, I can't help but feel that their indiscretion was thoughtless rather than malicious. Am I wrong for feeling this way?

Imagining if this situation unfolded on a reality TV show, it's likely the drama and emotional conflicts would be heightened for entertainment value. Viewers might see a dramatized confrontation with family interactions under the microscope, potentially swaying public opinion about privacy and family boundaries in challenging times like these. It would stir up viewer debates about the right balance between family support and privacy.

So here’s the deal, I’ve been with my girlfriend, Emma, for about five years now, and we’ve lived together for two of them. Emma has a son from a previous relationship, and he’s on the autism spectrum. From the get-go, I’ve had my financial boundaries set due to a harsh experience with my previous marriage where my ex cleaned me out. I informed Emma that her financial responsibilities were hers, and mine were mine, plus, marriage was off the table. She was okay with it, understanding even.

Now, Emma’s son used to attend a fantastic private school ideal for children with special needs. He was flourishing there, partly because this school wasn’t just great for special needs kids but for all kids. Interestingly, my best friend’s children went to the same school. Initially, the boy’s tuition was covered by his biological father and Emma’s dad. My best friend, who I started a booming business with in my early 20s, unfortunately succumbed to cancer recently. Before he passed, he made me promise to take care of his family, which I’ve been committed to, including paying for his children’s tuition.

Things took a turn when Emma's ex lost his job, cutting off a significant portion of the financial aid for her son’s tuition. Consequently, her son now attends a public school where he struggles quite a bit. Emma asked if I could help out, at least partially, so her son could return to his previous school. I declined, sticking to our original agreement. She wasn’t thrilled, calling me a jerk for supporting another woman’s children while ignoring her son’s needs. Although I see her point, we had a clear understanding from the start.

Now imagine this whole scenario playing out on a reality TV show. Think about the dramatic music as the camera zooms in on our heated discussion. Viewers at home would likely be divided. Some might side with me, arguing that sticking to one’s financial boundaries is crucial, especially based on past experiences. Others might view me as cold, especially towards a child with special needs. Twitter would probably explode with opinions, hashtags, and maybe a trending poll question on whether I should help out or not.

I'm curious to hear opinions: how would you react to this drama if it unfolded on national television?

Now, wondering what public opinion might be on this situation...

been losing sleep over this casting coming up. gotta cry on cue... like, who even comes up with these requirements??? i mean, yeah, it's acting or whatever, but making yourself cry in 5 seconds flat feels like asking someone to fly. tried the usual stuff: chopping onions, watching sad movies, thinking about my ex (lol), but nope!!! nothing's working. just staring at myself in the mirror like a weirdo hoping for tears. i'm not some robot that can just turn on the waterworks at command.

seriously though! what are we supposed to do? fake it till you make it only goes so far when your eyes refuse to cooperate. looked up stuff online and everything's so vague: 'just think of something sad...' wow! amazing advice!! never thought of that... 🙄 it's not like i'm trying to become the next academy award winner here; i just need to get through this freakin' audition without looking like an idiot.

i read somewhere that pinching yourself helps?? can't wait to show up with red marks all over my face as if i'm surviving a bug attack or something (what fun!). is there a secret club of actors who share tips on crying fast? cause i'd really love an invite right now. oh well, maybe i'll just go with plan b: perfecting other parts of the audition so they don't even notice if i mess up this crying nonsense.

I feel like I've stumbled into an alternate reality with this entire ordeal, so I'm reaching out for some perspective from you, internet dwellers.

Here's the situation: My brother, Jake, and I have always had a rocky relationship. When he was younger, he watched a documentary on the impacts of industrial farming and decided to become a vegetarian. That alone wasn't an issue, but he soon started pushing everyone in the family to adopt his dietary choices which quickly became irritating. Thankfully, our dad intervened before it went too far. Later on, Jake went off to university where he got involved with a new crowd and adopted a strict vegan lifestyle, which seemed to consume his whole identity. Our relationship really hit a low point when he made a huge scene over my choice to have a birthday dinner at a steakhouse, flooding my phone and social media with disturbing images of farm animals.

Our parents tried to mend things, and for a while, it looked like Jake was easing up, so I started to let him back into my circle gradually. Then he began seeing Jenna, a vegan influencer. I'm not too familiar with her work, but she seems to have a following online. Jake's behavior changed again, possibly to impress her. Last Thanksgiving, he demanded that our mom prepare a completely vegetarian meal or he and Jenna wouldn't attend, citing 'ethical reasons.' Wanting to keep the peace on her favorite holiday, my mom agreed, but the celebration was far from enjoyable.

This year, my parents moved to a smaller home for their retirement and my mom has been dealing with some health issues. I purchased their old home, and mom asked me to host Thanksgiving to keep the tradition alive. I announced the plans in our family group chat so Jake and Jenna could arrange their travel plans, but Jenna immediately began proposing various vegan alternatives for our traditional recipes. I agreed to try out a main vegan dish they preferred, but I clarified that I intended to prepare the conventional meal as well, ensuring there would still be plenty of options for them. However, Jake and Jenna protested this decision for days, culminating in Jake threatening to skip Thanksgiving if I included meat dishes. This deeply upset my mom, to the point where she asked me to simply replicate last year's menu. I refused, telling her Jake needed to be more accommodating, but it's causing a rift. My dad is on my side, yet he's concerned about the stress this is causing mom, especially considering her health and that these could be some of our last holidays with her. Now, I'm wondering if I'm prioritizing turkey over my family's harmony.

If this were a reality show, I can only imagine the dramatic music and close-ups as everyone waits for me to respond to Jake's ultimatum. Would the audience side with me or see me as the villain for sticking to tradition?

Am I prioritizing turkey over family?

Hey, I just want to talk about it because it really makes me upset at myself. Usually, there is one character who is quiet, depressive, and suicidal by default (I'm not judging- because that's me) I started feeling this way since kindergarten because wow, my family is- words cannot describe. Here's a list of the bad things I've experienced in my life: Abusive father? Yes. Rejected by my parents? Yes. Never appreciated? Yes. Humiliated in front of many people? Yes, s3xual abus3? Yes—both verbal and non-verbal, ik it's terrible but I'm chill w it rn... the first child who HAD to keep giving in? Yes, divorce parents drama? Yes, inheritance war between siblings? Oh yasss, and worst of all, I was born a girl in a patriarchal family (this is the worst). And what can a little kid do in a situation like that? Yep, become an adult with kids body. But ik all those problems faded away over time, I had a high school romance story like something out of a manga (had to mention it hehe) so even though my family felt like crushed me every second. I still had best friends (they're angels for me), and I felt like there was at least a drop of something that made me want to live. Now, I have a pretty good life, even though the trauma is still there. I can socialize, I have many friends, I can laugh more freely (kinda want to brag). But there’s one thing—my suicid4l thoughts won’t go away, they’re still there. Even if my day is filled with smiles, the voice telling me to di3 is still there. Maybe as a human being, I just want to live in the end. But my desire to di3 is still there. Tbh, I want to live. The thought irritated me so much, maybe you guys have some advice?

This is the peak of my insanity. I hate everything. Everyone sucks. They all just lie and cheat and divide and become their own "clan", claiming unity. What the fuck is unity then!?!? This is my first day in school after 3 weeks, and gah! How I wish everyone would just die! It pains me to see teachers say "I bet you had a nice time speaking with friends on the holidays", fuck off. Actually, the teachers should die, for mushing those dumb children's brains that "Friendship is Magic", it's not. It's like saying God is real when it's not. In fact, this isolation for 7 years, no friends, has improved me, changed me. It made me smarter about the universe, that everything is a lie. I'm perfect, better than the school.

I'm 41, living in San Francisco, and working in IT—a field I used to love, or at least respect. But lately, it feels like I’m just drifting through loops of Jira tickets and endless Zoom calls, chasing deadlines that don’t mean anything. The money’s fine, the perks are shiny, and yet every morning I wake up with this dull ache in my chest, wondering, Is this really it? 😶 You ever look at your screen and feel like you’re coding your soul into oblivion? I’ve spent nearly two decades optimizing systems and building apps, but for what? At some point, I stopped building anything that felt like it mattered. I find myself googling “farm jobs in Portugal” or “how to start a tiny house Airbnb in the woods.” A part of me wants out, desperately, and not in a dramatic way—just a quiet pivot into something real. Something grounded.

I had a conversation last week with a friend who left his engineering job to become a school counselor. He told me, “I make half as much, but I sleep better and laugh more.” That stuck with me. What’s the point of security if you’re never mentally present to enjoy it? I keep picturing a life with fewer pings and more peace. I want to do work that aligns with my values, where I’m not just another node in a corporate network. Maybe I’ll teach, maybe I’ll run a coffee truck in a mountain town; I don’t know yet, and that uncertainty is actually kind of exciting. Even my therapist said, “Sometimes burnout is just your soul begging you to pay attention.” And I am. I’m listening—finally. I’ve started saving more aggressively, decluttering my place, and having the tough conversations with myself. Do I stay and numb myself with stability, or leap and try to rediscover meaning?

If you’re still reading this, maybe you’ve felt it too—that pull toward something different. Something simpler, more aligned. I’m not naive; I know leaving a career at this stage isn’t easy. But maybe what’s harder is staying in a space that quietly chips away at your spirit. I don’t hate tech, but I do resent what it turned me into—a guy who checks his Slack messages on vacation and calls it “being responsible.” 🤦‍♂️ There’s a whole world out there, and I’m finally curious enough to step into it. One of my favorite quotes lately is from Joseph Campbell: “The cave you fear to enter holds the treasure you seek.” So I guess the question is—what are you afraid to leave behind; and is it truly serving you, or just keeping you comfortably stuck?

I don't know why I had to endure the treatment I endured. I feel like I lived surrounded by pure monsters, by people who wanted to change my life, who didn't love me. I don't know why I had to live through something like that. What did I do to the world to have to live through something like that? I had to put everyone in their place. It's as if they'd been waiting a long time for the day this would happen. I'd never seen such vengeful intent on the part of my family. I feel like it was the worst, on the part of medicine, on the part of the world.

I didn't understand why the hell the world turned against me. What did I do? I just wanted to be free from everyone. Why this eagerness to grab me? Do they think that because I'm a family member, I'm doomed to receive their punishment? They're all crazy. How many after-effects didn't they leave me with? How much did I have to write to survive the after-effects? So that these things wouldn't affect me in the future. And the psychiatrist ignores this! Why did I have to walk the path alone again? I don't understand. I feel like this is a very real reality for me. I'm having a hard time processing it fully.

It brings tears to my eyes. Why did I have to fight with my family? My departure was supposed to have made them reflect on their principles, but they weren't even capable of that. They only reflected on some brutal things, trying to figure out how to intervene with me. How could I be like this? Why the hell did I encounter such a bunch of macabre people? How long will I have to live putting them in their place? Don't they have the capacity to reflect? To learn? What the hell is wrong with them? Do you have problems there or something?

It can't be that I left for three years and these people only got worse. I can't believe it. They hit me, once, twice, three times, and now a fourth time. Who the hell needs to go to a psychiatrist? Me or them? It's clear they have serious behavioral problems. The same things happen again and again. They lack the ability to learn, they seek to do things secretly, seeking to do more harm. Why do these people only improve, leading them astray? Until when? Is it that a case in them cannot be trusted? Where is the education? I find it hard to believe that this I found is a family of mine. Personally, I say it, I admit it, it can't be that I found it, it's my blood. I can't believe this is my blood. Once again, pushing them aside, to the side, happened again. Until when?

I ask myself: Do these individuals really want family? Do these individuals really want to be with me? Where is the desire that verifies it? Where is the affection? It can't be that they're going back to the same mistakes as before. It can't be. It's clear that they don't want to get out of the same situation they're in with me. They're just making excuses, they don't want to be with me, but I've had enough of them. I've given them plenty of opportunities to change; it's been enough.

I feel totally disappointed in my family members. And not just in them, but in the doctors too, who clearly haven't reflected one bit on what happened, nothing short of a sad act of heroism. Where is a reflective world? It's impossible that no one has shared the cause of this explosion with them, it can't be. And they're healthcare workers! I can't stand these professionals any longer. Do they know how to socialize? If that's the case, it should apply to all cases, not just a select few. It's in diversity that things are seen. But what do I have to do with them? I don't see anything, I don't see effort, I don't see reflection. Where is the brainpower to move the world forward?

I feel deeply outraged. It's impossible that to this day someone suggested I celebrate Mother's Day again, as an adult, and also without knowing the circumstances, and also as someone who cares for children, and not just her, but also another who is a teacher. Why have I surrounded myself with these kinds of people? Where's the capacity for reflection? Are we just going to support the maintenance of a family structure? What if it's a façade, as is often the case, for the perpetuation of crime by one of its thousands of agents? Where's even the conscience of the citizenry? Frankly, I don't understand.

Is this what many people I've grown accustomed to wanted in people? These people are capable of bringing down a country. Am I going to be with them? For that, I'd rather pack my bags and leave forever, or at least, if I were to experience that, have the satisfaction of knowing that it was going to happen, and then formulate a support plan, but only by following the matter closely. That's being preemptive! Why does no one want to see that? Is that why no one wants to know what's going on in the environment, the people there? I mean, do I have to join them in that fall? It's not fair, I don't have to pay for the unconsciousness of others.

I (F22) have been dating my girlfriend (F21) for 3 years.

🧡 We met 1-2 weeks before starting college, since we were going to be classmates. She was supposed to live in the dorms for free, but after 2 days, she hated it and invited herself to sleep over at my place (we barely knew each other). We hooked up that night - and she basically never left. Classic lesbian stereotype, I know.

🌈 At first, I hid from my parents that she was living with me since they were paying my rent and didn’t know her. After 2 months, we made it official. A few months later, she met my parents (they thought we were just friends) and they adored her. She came home with me every visit. After 2 years, I told them we were together, and surprisingly, they were super supportive - even got over their strong homophobia for her. Now they treat her like their own daughter, and my whole family loves her... even more than they love me, sometimes.

💼 She’s been a super supportive partner and has helped me a lot with my business. I honestly wouldn’t be where I am without her. But she doesn’t have a job, and her abusive parents don’t support her or even know about us. She lives off a small scholarship allowance and feels guilty for not contributing more. I got her a laptop, my dad got her a phone, but she refuses to let me hire her because she wants to earn her own money. I usually cover everything, and I don’t mind since my business does very well. We recently moved to another apt, and my parents still pay the rent for both of us.

💔 The truth is, I don’t think I ever truly loved her romantically. I was probably just scared of being alone in a new city and clung to her because we were both lesbians and colleagues. I mistook her vibe for something more masculine at first, but over time I realized she’s not really my type physically. I do love her personality - she’s emotional, artistic, and sees the world beautifully. I’d often find myself staring at other people, not fantasizing, just feeling a quiet frustration inside. In the first year we were very active se)(ually, but now I am forcing myself to do it. I'm not enjoying it.

🕳️ When I moved away for college, I was excited to live independently, but that never really happened. She moved in almost immediately, and we became co-dependent: always together, doing everything side by side. Now that we just finished college, I feel like I missed out on everything -freedom, partying, self-discovery. While others were out living, I was working nonstop on my business. I am succesful, I've even been on the news, but I feel empty, like I sold my soul for money. Sometimes, I think the only escape is death. I don't want to be in this relationship anymore, but I’m scared to leave. My parents love her and they’d never forgive me. They would never accept another girl, because SHE is the reason they stopped being homophobic.

🏠 I’ve been saving for a house abroad and told her it’s for both of us, but she hasn’t contributed financially because she doesn’t have a job. I’m not upset - most people our age aren’t making this much, but she constantly compares herself to me and feels like a failure. She has breakdowns because she can’t provide, even though most students don’t have it figured out yet. I tried encouraging her to freelance; she got one client and gave up. I have tons of business and investment ideas, but she won’t act on them. I can’t keep pushing her. I’m already exhausted from running my business and dealing with my own mental health issues.

🌍 I’ve always valued freedom, and marriage feels like a cage. I like being alone and dream of traveling the world. I could afford to do it now, but I can’t because she can’t afford it and feels guilty when I pay. I know she’ll get a job eventually and things might balance out, but for now, I’m sad my youth is slipping away. My past relationships were traumatic - one landed me in the hospital, another was a drug addict, one dug up her dead dog’s skull, and another cheated on me while I paid for everything because she was nearly homeless. This time, I chose someone kind and stable, not really my type, but safe. She’s never hurt me, but I’m still unhappy. And even though I know she’s not using me, I’m tired of always being the provider.

📱💬 I know you’ll judge me, and I don’t blame you. Last year, feeling lonely and needing a new friend, I started chatting with a masc lesbian on Bumble BFF. She had a girlfriend, so I saw her as a safe friend. She was adventurous, always traveling and doing extreme sports - basically the life I wanted. She wasn’t the issue... it was what she awakened in me. She was the version of myself I never got to be. We talked nonstop for months, and my girlfriend noticed. I felt happy texting the other girl - not se)(ually, just less lonely. My girlfriend got jealous, and I understood why, but I couldn’t stop. The girl broke up with her partner of 4 years and started dating around. I was interested in her stories because I was frustrated about my own relationship. She invited me to hang out, but my girlfriend asked me to cut contact, saying the other girl was flirting. I didn't tell my gf that that girl broke up with her partner, because I wanted to keep things safe. She eventually removed me from her following list and she unfollowed me, because I stopped replying to her texts, since my gf was mad.

💀 I want to be honest. I hoped we’d become best friends and maybe more. Some of our chats felt like flirting. She complimented me a lot, and we talked nonstop. After we started talking, I had a breakdown and told my girlfriend I didn’t love her and wanted to break up. She was devastated and she thought I was falling for that girl. I couldn’t break up for real because I worried about my parents and that my girlfriend would have nowhere to live. I told another time I wanted to break up, and she begged on her knees for me to stay. We’re stuck together for at least two more years because we’re doing our masters in the same city. I feel trapped and often think about su!cide as the only way out. The pressure from my parents, business, and her situation feels overwhelming.

💔 It’s been 1 year since I stopped talking to that girl, but I’m still frustrated my gf wouldn’t let me meet her. I think I developed an unhealthy obsession, hoping to run into her or reconnect. Now I see it was emotional cheating and wrong. I never even met her in person, so it was just lust stuck in my mind. Since then, my girlfriend lost trust in me and started trying to be more masculine, feeling like she was competing and getting easily triggered.

🚫 I’m stuck. Leaving my girlfriend now would ruin my relationship with my family, and she’d have nowhere to go. But staying makes me more depressed every day. I’m on medication and feel like my youth is slipping away. I regret not exploring more before her. I only slept with 2 women before. When I tried to break up, she begged me to stay and offered that I could sleep around while she waited but I refused because that wouldn’t be fair to her.

🪞I’m still dating her but feel guilty for leading her on. I’ve lost myself in this relationship and put on 10 kg. I hate the way I look. I wanted someone who would push me, but she’s my mirror. We even say the same things and act alike. We often leave the house messy because we’re both struggling mentally and isolated from friends. She had therapy for a while but stopped due to cost. Her therapist once told her that they knew the girl I talked to. It used to be one of their old patients but she was problematic. The fact that the therapist told my gf the confidential info about that other girl made me distrust therapy even more. Although I know people will say I need it.

Please tell me what you think about this situation. You can be harsh, because I know that what I did was not moral at all. I haven’t told any of my friends this, because I am afraid. All of our friends are common and they would think I am a s!lut. I have been keeping this inside for over one year. Thank you!

Ummm so i need advise on something my cousin sister who is currently 16 yrs old had a bf in the past but i didn't like him i told her to her face that don't hong out with him i don't like him but soon what happened was her family found out and they freaked out because if you don't know indian families they are not just any asian families where they allow sometimes its like really strict if you get caught it's like you did a crime so they found out and then his bf idk yelled at my cousins dad or hit him so he was sent to boarding school bhut then he returned and i saw him a few days ago and now my sister told me that he told my cousib's little sister if she is not talking to me i will make her by slaping her and now idk what to do i can't just let both of my little sister's in danger and the fact is my cousin's dad is relly innocent he doesn't do fights and stuff and its my mom's side of family and they are calm i think if i tell them that they will just blame my cousin so who should i tell idk tell me plss ??? i can't help but overthink

No matter what I do they still leave I try to be the perfect boyfriend but it doesn’t matter what I do they leave every time and I’m tired of being abandoned I just want a girl who won’t but I can’t seem to find one I’m tired of them leaving I just want someone to stay someone I can talk too but I can’t.

so i just found out that my wife is pregnant with twins!! super exciting news, right!? but man, i'm honestly feeling all kinds of nervous too. we're in australia and thankfully got a good job so financially we should be covered; 👍 but what really worries me is the whole raising them part. it's like dude, two babies at once??? how tough is this gonna be as a first-time parent? anyone here ever been through something like this? i'm just thinking of the sleepless nights and all the baby stuff multiplied by two. it's kinda looming over like an ominous cloud even though it should be sunshine and rainbows!!!

seriously though, practicality aside for a sec...emotionally what's it like taking care of twins? im afraid i'll be dividing time between them instead of cuddling and bonding properly with one child at a time. i look at other parents carefully showing endless patience just with one little bundle - and then imagine balancing twice that! having em crawling around into different mischiefs while keeping everything sane sounds bonkers! think i need a trick or some kind of ninja discipline or maybe get cloned to manage haha!

my wife's been pretty optimistic about the whole thing which helps me calm down sometimes. she calls our future hectic life 'double the blessing' (cute right!!) meanwhile im munching on worries more than reassurements – these what ifs do not let go easily.. still imagine lining up pairs' clothes shoes school supplies playdates... how much organization brainpower will this require! feels like juggling plans along a track with tu uncharted courses every week?

today I just saw in silence for about 25 minutes just tearing into myself about how I'm falling behind and I can't do anything right I just feel so stuck. and the weird part is I don't like being in silence I find it a little creepy and when I finally snapped out of it I just looked at myself in the mirror and started taking apart my body and when I wake up in the morning I just have to get up and act like everything's fine nothing's fine anymore I think I'm starting to really hate myself I really hate myself.

Melody (13 f)

so there is this guy i like named ryklin. we r both in 7th grade and both 13. but i just found out today that he likes somone els and now i am really really really reallyyyyyyyy saddddddddd!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!