Random Life Stories and Unpredictable Moments

Living together with my fiancée and her young daughter has its sweet moments, but mealtime has started to become a bit of a battleground recently. As the primary cook in our household, I've always taken the lead on planning and preparing our meals. While I make sure to accommodate their taste preferences, my suggestions have been increasingly met with complaints like, “no, I don’t like that,” or “can we have something else instead?”

Just this evening, pleading for the chance to whip up a simple dish of pasta with homemade tomato sauce felt more challenging than it should.

Earlier today, while we were grocery shopping, I stumbled upon an item I hadn’t enjoyed for over a year. Excited, I pointed it out, only to be met with disdain from my fiancée and a rather unpleasant comment from my stepdaughter, likening the appearance of the food to diarrhea. This remark not only dampened my spirits but also left me feeling rather hurt.

Frustrated, I declared over dinner that they would need to take on the meal planning themselves moving forward. I mentioned that from now on, I could just prepare meals for myself if that would simplify things.

Suppose my ordeal was featured on a reality show. In that scenario, I can only imagine the varied reactions of the audience. Some might empathize with my frustration over the lack of appreciation for my cooking efforts, while others could argue that I overreacted by deciding to step back from cooking for the family. It would certainly spark a lively debate among viewers, each siding differently based on their personal views on family dynamics and responsibilities.

How do you see my reaction in the situation? Was I right?

so my ex dumped me a few days ago and the next day turned around and said it wasn't them it was their friends who dumped me (background: we have dated before they were poly i wasn't comfortable with that so I ended things they said they had stopped seeing the other person so we got back together only for me to find out they were still seeing the other person so I ended it again) so basically the day I got dumped i went to go hang out with them at lunch and they said they weren't free so I walked away thinking nothing of it except they couldn't hang out. I was planning on walking into town in the place I live to get a mother's day present. when I approached the bridge into town one of they're friends approached me and said they didn't want to be with me anymore and all I could say was okay bc I was too hurt to anything else. I then text my ex (partner at the time) and ask if it's true they respond with a pic of said friend with their thumbs up. I block them immediately wanting nothing to do with them ever again. the next day my now ex approaches me and says non of it is true they never wanted to break up and that we should get back together.

what should I do

me and my bestfriend used to fight alot until one day she js unadded me. it bcame a point i cried every day and i vented so much i couldnt keep going i was so upset she was gone, i used to stalk her a lot cause i wanted her back and i missed her a lot. i remember on dec 31 2023 minutes before it was the next year we fought and all we wanted to do was just stop fighting and get thru the new year together, fast foward to march 2024 where she dropped me again and i felt so sad i started stalking her again, now its dec 29th and all i can think is her and i feel like i wanna killl myself because of it. i wanna talk to her and add her on snapchat but like i know she either wont add me back or will add me back and call me obsessive. someone tell me what to do please.

My dad’s 66th birthdayy is tomorrow and my siblings and I (4 total) were planning to go out to dinner with him tonight to celebrate. Growing up, we never went out to restaurant or even got take out. Once we hit our teens we didn’t even eat at the dinner table together or at the same time. Now we’re all grown, with me being the youngest (30) and we’re trying to do things together that we never did such as a family dinner.

My dad is notorious for catching an attitude leading up to a holiday or occasion. I’m talking birthdays, Christmas, ground hogs day, the last day to do taxes. If it’s in a calendar, he automatically catches a mood at least two days prior to the day and holds it.

Somehow I was placed in charge of arranging this dinner and I was told to invite my oldest brother (my mother’s first born) and his wife to the dinner. This was done prior to the attitude. Yesterday, I get the message from my sister that he’s In a mood and going on a mumbling rant about whatever and I would most likely want to cancel dinner. I didn’t, I held out to figure out what was going on.

Now here we are todayy, there’s animosity in the air, he locked up in a room all day not speaking to anyone. So I have to text my oldest brother that we’re cancelling. — But seriously. It’s embarrassing. I don’t want to tell my brother that we can’t have dinner because my dad doesn’t know how to act. Should we have gone without him??

I'm a Demiboy lesbian who has open minded parents but it was this one and only time when I had tried to bring up the LGBTQ Community and they had shut their mouth immediately, so I felt awkward and never told them about myself, I'm still in my teens and am really confused, pls help me...

it's kinda hard to deal with the realization that you’re gay after trying to convince yourself for years that you’re straight. like, I wanted to fit in, y'know? society puts so much pressure on us to be this ideal version. I've dated girls, gone through the motions, but deep down it didn’t feel right. hiding was easier. I thought that maybe I just hadn’t met the right girl or I was just going through a phase; but here I am at 19, alone with my thoughts, and it hits like a ton of bricks. my friends don’t get it, and sometimes I don’t either. they talk about girls like it’s the best thing ever while I’m just sitting there, nodding along, feeling so disconnected from what they’re saying. I thought about it a lot, questioning if I’d ever come out. what if no one understands? you know what I mean? 😕

there's a part of me that wonders if everyone else is just pretending or if I'm the odd one out. I can't shake off this feeling like I’m pretending to be someone I’m not; like a whole life crafted around a lie. every time I scroll through social media, I think about how many people are living authentically. and here I am, struggling to embrace my truth. sometimes it feels like I'm caught in a cycle of denial, questioning my feelings—was I wired differently? was it all just confusion? I start overthinking, feeling negative and doubt creeping in like a shadow. it’s perplexing, yet oddly comforting to finally have a label yet still feel so unsure about every aspect of it. I wonder, does anyone else understand this? do you feel this stuckness too; do you know what that's like?

I don't wanna feel a thing. Talking about makes me sick. You've got therapy and I"ve got no regrets. Yesterday I slept till sunset. Woke up on my bedroom floor again. I can't even count on half the people that I call my friends. Rolling through another blackout. I don't gotta act like I'm ok. Everything got better when I realized nothing matters anyway. I don't want your bad advice. Keep that baggage to yourself. I could show the whole world my scars. But that'd probably scare them all away. I would rather take another hit, put on a band-aid. I need help. I NEED HELP. I'm too STUBBORN to ask myself. I'm so tired, I'm unwell. I'm too broken to fix myself...

Don't know how much more I can take

I just know that I need to get better.

I have been married to my husband for almost 20 years. We have kids together and have been relatively happy together- just the normal issues! I recently dropped some weight and strangely enough have started feeling insecure- which never have felt in all the years in our marriage. I just all the sudden had a sick/ empty pit in my stomach that something wasn’t right. So I started noticing things. He went to lunch with an attractive co- worker- which I was upset about and he thought it was funny. Then I noticed him being on his phone ALL the time and taking it everywhere with him. And a few nights while I was in bed I swear I saw him looking at girls online. I confronted him about it and he said it was TikTok and it was not anything. I swear I saw nudity. And so a few nights later I swear I saw him looking at girls again, and again he said I was crazy. He even gave me his phone (for a short time). But he is very good at lying and hiding things. I know what I saw. And now he will be on his phone and when I come near him I can tell he is switching out of what app or website he is on. I told him I think he has some other secret life on his phone and he just tells me I have lost it. And since then he has been disconnected, mean, ignoring me a lot of times and picking fights. So now I don’t know what to do. And then he will randomly be nice one day and buy me things. Its so up and down and before I brought anything up it was mostly all great days!

I can’t look through his phone-it’s literally always with him and he is too good at hiding things anyway. So I have no “physical “ proof “ but I just know he is being shady. I don’t want to end a 20 year marriage over this , but I don’t want to continue like this either. I feel like now that I have outed him -he has pushed me away, so who knows how long this has actually been happening and I was just naive! I don’t know what to do. Part of me wants to keep looking for proof- which is literally causing so much anxiety. And part of me just wants to ignore this and make it go away and go back to how it was before.

I've been homeschooled my whole life. I've always hated it and left me to feel bitter. I saw my friends who went to public or private schools, they told me I was lucky, yet they were the ones who had friends, relationships, even the resources at school that helped them with their education. I had none of those. For me, I would wake up, go on my computer, finish my school, and stay home. I begged my mother to put me into public school when I reached 9th grade, didn't happen. Best she could do was enroll me into a virtual school, not any better since it was the exact same lifestyle. The only way my mother would comfort me was tell me about College, how when I got to college I'll meet so many people and start my life. Everyone told me that. That was what I held onto during my years, it was the only thing that kept me going. I worked hard, had a great GPA, did a lot of strong extracurriculars, take strong classes. Long story short, college admissions season has ended, and I basically got into none of the schools in my state that I wanted to go to. Every out of state school that I applied to and wanted to go so badly accepted me, all with scholarships. But it's too expensive, I have no financial aid since my family makes too much, but they said they won't help cover costs if I go out of state. The only in state school that accepted that is decent quality is 20 minutes away from my house, I'll get a car at least. To make it even better, it's known as a commuter school, social life is dry from what I've heard. All of my friends got into their dream schools, schools that they should be proud of, meanwhile Im ashamed. I thought it would finally be my time, something would finally happen. But nope. I'll be at my home, doing the same routine I have done my whole life. Nothing will change. I'll never go to a football game with friends, I'll never live in a dorm, I'll never know the thrill of being on my own. I wanted so badly to have that. So badly to live. Know I just feel empty and bitter and I keep thinking about all the "what ifs". I've never had the average teenage experience, hell, I haven't even had my first kiss. Now I will never have what I have only been dreaming of my whole life. I can't even begin to explain the absolute despair I am feeling. I thought things would be different, I thought I would be celebrating, not mourning the life I will never have. What stories will I tell to my children? I don't have any.

this is mainly to p but b too, I've been a terrible person recently and there is no excuse for my sh!t (srry for my word choice) if u have read my other stuff yk if not it's ok. I don't know why im destroying everything and breaking my greatest friendships. b im so frickin sorry for putting u through more sh!t and drama for no freaking reason, u didnt deserve it and I'm glad u and p are talking again :P and p.. I'm sorry but we both no sorry never fixes it. I should have been better, I've known u practically my whole life and I threw it all away because I could take the fact that ur human too and that u struggle as much as I do. Its probably weird for me cuz I've only seen u the crazy child id vibe with :D school has been stressing me and life which doesn't make it any better. if you cant/don't want to try and rebuild our destroyed bridges that's okay but if you are willing to I'd try to fix what's lost slowly, just know ur not alone even if you feel u are, I'm always around watching to make sure u are okay, like we use to say "HEYYY POOKIEE" "JUSTICE FOR PLUTO" "hEy...DidD yOOu WaSh YouR aSs ToDayie??!" I love u and I'd walk through hell and back for u and b both..

I hope by now u know who p is and I hope you know who b is cuz ik they are both here on IIWIARS

have a good night my children :) I hope y'all have a good day tomorrow for what u can<3

On the 15th day without internet, frustration had reached a boiling point for my partner Rebecca and me. Our connection had been down since two weeks earlier, causing significant disturbances as we both depend heavily on home internet for our jobs. By now, the financial impact was glaring; not only had we lost over $600 in wages, but commuting costs to use wifi at public spaces were adding up too.

Each day, I found myself spending at least an hour on the phone with our ISP's customer service, encountering different representatives every time. Each one offered a unique "solution" or reason for our connectivity woes, but none bore fruit. Promises of urgent technician visits flopped—once, Rebecca even canceled important appointments to stay home for a technician who never arrived. Polite and patient, I thanked each representative, clinging to hope that maybe this time, they'd resolve our issue.

On day 15, the conversation took a sharp turn. Yet another rep assured me, with baseless confidence, that our issues would be resolved by the next day, mentioning another technician would visit. Frustrated and skeptical, I pressed for real assurance. The rep, clearly flustered, insisted there was nothing more to do but wait. Refusing to accept this, a heated exchange ensued, culminating in my insistence on speaking to his manager. After a lengthy discussion, I secured a promise: if our internet wasn't fixed by the next day, our bill would be waived. The next day, miraculously, our service was restored and has been stable since.

Reflecting on the ordeal, I realize despite my frustrations, I might have been too harsh on the phone. Having been a customer service rep myself, I understand the emotional toll of the job. Most of the day, you're bombarded with grievances that you have minimal power to rectify immediately, often constrained by company policies. In light of this, I generally strive to treat service workers with kindness and empathy.

Considering how I tackled the situation, I wonder how my actions would have been perceived in a different context. Imagine this scenario playing out on a reality TV show, where every emotion and reaction is magnified to entertain an audience. Would viewers cheer for my persistence, or criticize me for my aggressiveness? Reality shows thrive on conflict and resolution—they might portray me as a hero standing up against poor service, or as a villain losing his cool. It's intriguing yet unsettling to think how media can twist everyday frustrations into dramatic entertainment.

Would amateurs perceive my actions differently had they been framed by the dramatic lens of reality television?

My mom recently told me to “save myself” and get out of my relationship — essentially, to run. Ever since, I can’t stop thinking about it.

My partner and I have been together for just over 4 years. He proposed about a year ago. We’ve had highs and lows, but now I’m wondering if the bad outweighs the good.

He has long-standing mental health struggles: specifically, Dissociative Identity Disorder, Complex PTSD, and Generalized Anxiety Disorder. He’s been slowly learning to manage them better. And to be clear, I don’t think mental illness excuses poor behavior, but I do believe it adds context.

I also have my own issues — I have an anxious attachment style, and while I’ve never been formally diagnosed with anything else, I know I carry some of my own trauma.

My mom knows about some of the incidents we’ve gone through. Sometimes, when he’s triggered or overwhelmed, he shifts into a cold, mean, and distant version of himself. He feels like a different person — which makes sense, given the DID. I try my best to support him and stay patient, but when these episodes last for days, it really affects me. I stop feeling loved or even seen.

He also sometimes talks to new people — sometimes romantically, sometimes not. We’ve had an open relationship on and off because his personality changes have made consistent boundaries complicated. But it’s hard not to feel insecure or like I’m being replaced, even though he says he loves me deeply and always will.

When he shuts down, he leaves. He won’t respond to texts or calls for hours or whole evenings. During the worst of these, I’ve called my mom in tears. Once, I asked him about someone he was messaging, and he exploded. He called me stupid, said I wasn’t “evolved enough” for him, and that he needed someone who trusts and motivates him. That crushed me — I was only asking for reassurance.

After these moments, he usually comes back, apologizes, and says he’s working on changing. He’s loving again, and we go back to “normal.” But it’s a cycle. The dark side always returns.

My mom thinks this is manipulation. She says he’s using me — I pay for most of our life right now, since he’s in school. She believes he apologizes just enough to keep me around because I support him financially and emotionally. She hasn’t seen the best parts of him… but she also hasn’t seen the worst. And if she knew everything, I think she’d try to physically get me out of here.

So now I’m left wondering:

• Is he being emotionally manipulative and possibly abusive?

• Or is this just a deeply broken person doing his best and deserving patience?

• Is my mom being overprotective, or is she seeing something I’ve been too close to recognize?

I’m stuck between wanting to support the person I love and wondering if staying means abandoning myself. What would you do?

Oh to be in my girlfriend’s arms again..

Yesterday, my family held a large reunion, so my elder sister Caroline and her daughter Zoe showed up. The day initially went smoothly. After we enjoyed a hearty lunch together, Caroline felt weary and decided to take a nap. I cheerfully took over watching Zoe so that she could rest.

I have a lovely collection of plush toys and mini 20cm dolls that I treasure deeply. During this time, I allowed Zoe to play with these while her mom rested. When Caroline refreshed and rejoined us, we spent some additional quality time together. However, as they prepared to leave, Zoe noticed a particular doll I was holding and expressed her desire to have it, saying she hoped I could give it to her. I offered her the choice of any other toys or dolls, except the one I held. Zoe burst into tears, pleading that her upcoming birthday next week made it the perfect gift. I explained to her gently yet firmly that this particular doll held a deep personal significance for me, and I couldn't part with it.

Perhaps it's relevant here to delve a bit into why this doll is so special to me. During a challenging phase in my life, where things seemed bleak, a counselor suggested I channel my feelings into creative pursuits like art. I sketched various designs, including the one for this doll. Over time, this drawing evolved into a desire to bring it to life. After searching extensively, I collaborated with a skilled artisan who helped select the best materials and meticulously craft each detail of my design. This project not only helped heal my mental distress but also created a tangible symbol of overcoming adversity. Once completed, this doll became an integral source of emotional comfort for me, helping me face each new challenge with a positive outlook.

Upon hearing this, Caroline suggested it might be time for me to ‘let it go’, but I reiterated my stance. Zoe's crying intensified, resulting in a tantrum. Caroline accused me of being childish and overly attached to a mere object. The day ended with them leaving abruptly, Zoe in tears, and Caroline admonishing me to value family over an inanimate doll.

Am I really being unreasonable here?

Imagine if this scenario played out on a reality TV show. Cameras capturing every tear and every harsh word exchanged. How would the audience react seeing a family at odds over a doll? Would they sympathize with me for holding onto something so meaningful, or would they echo Caroline’s perception that I was being childish? Reality shows thrive on capturing these raw emotional moments, potentially swaying public opinion in unexpected ways.

There's really no good categories on this things, so I had to pick the closest one.

Today is Mom. Feb. 3, 2025.

My comments/story will probably not make any sense, and it'll probably be a bit all over the place but just bare with me.

Giant unopened lotuses, shrouded in a shadow. Me sorta floating above them. Then I crash through some thick curtains. There's people there. It kinda looked like a grocery store. I was looking at a cookie container with 2 cookies. I ended up eating a purple cake. Not too sure why? I walk around. No one is around. I see that it looks like an apocalypse of some sort. But not the zombie kind. There's this giant white figure in the distance. One of my childhood friends grabs my hand and brings me to some sorta safe place. It's sorta run down, but her boyfriend/fiance was there, my former neighbors were there, and even my mom was there(which in reality, my mom passed away). Anyway, the giant figure in the distance looked like those stereotypical medieval European dragons. Large, white, and winged! It didn't seem to use fire, but it looked like it was having a child's tantrum. I then decided to go for a short walk, since it seemed far enough in the distance. I walked near a lake. I decided to sit down under a tree. Someone else was there, but I couldn't make out who. All I know is that the person next to me was a male. He said he careful and be quiet. His arm points to a certain direction. Two large hornets nests were about 7-8 feet away from us. Why dude was there, I don't know. I freaked out and ran out. Obviously I got stung a bunch of times. I wake up with my arm in a sh*t-ton of pain. No marks on my arm or anything, just sharp pain. But that's normal for me, as I feel everything in my dreams too. Like the sound of the wind, water at my feet, background chatter if there are people, the taste of food or drinks, and the feelings of both pain and pleasure. I feel everything. Which is quite annoying, since I've dreamed of getting shot once. It was very real in my dreams. I was in my mother's car, my mom got shot and got unalived, I got shot in my side and upper right arm. And when I woke up it was excruciatingly painful! Ever dreamed of being surrounded by over 1000 cats... That was one of my dreams once too, and they were so forking fluffy!! Dreams of walking along the sand and picking up a pearl. I've dreamed of a beach that wasn't covered in sand but mini pearls and the ocean was beautiful in that dream, I met a very um... Good looking mer dude in that dream, and he told me to keep a particular shell, the kind you see people blow into and it makes some sorta loud noise. But still. We met near a small archway made of stone. And another dream was more um, dark and scary. But I wasn't the experiencer in that dream, only an observer. I walked through a corridor of many different scenes. From a young blonde boy who was being tortured, to a young woman dangling from the ceiling with thick twine, to crows surrounding a man on a purple velvet couch. And there were many more, it was a pretty scary dream!!

Anyway, I gotta head to the doctors. I'll respond to previous comments from other stories I've shared later.

Bye-bye👋🏻😊!!