I’m 21F my FWB is 28M and my friend is 19F. So my 28 year old FWB called me the other day while I was with my friend and we were speaking over the phone while I was driving and he told me to come over and I told him I was with my friend. My friend was keen on jumping in and tagging along and whatever happened 1 thing lead to another and basically the next day I ain’t getting a replies from my friend and my FWB. Both of them have been avoiding my calls for the straight 2 days and I’ve driven past the FWB house and I’ve seen my 19F friends car at the front of it. Now like I’m getting really frustrated that I’ve been abbanonedd by both of them and I haven’t done anything bad and they just have basically left me on seen for the past 2 days. Any honest opinions on what I should do honestly I needed to vent out here and hear what others have to say about what has happened and if anything else has experienced this before

Another convenient Saturday nothing burger protest. I'm sure all of them will go out to vote in the midterms but don't expect applause or awe for coming out and complaining about a shit hole country at this point in time.

All of this could have been unnecessary if y'all have just voted.

35f. The loneliness has given me a physical ache in my chest. I've spent the day periodically crying.

I have been lonely for so long. Yearning for love, yearning for the chance to be seen. The few men who I become vulnerable with turn out to just want sex, or validation and disappear. I have gotten ghosted more times than I can count. The apps are filled with men who want to fuck me and leave.

It's embarassing, to be my age and to admit all I want is to have my hand held by someone who wants to. To be in the arms of someone who wants me there. It's like I have this weight of love I want to give someone and nobody wants it.

Then my therapist and the internet will tell me that I need to love myself first. "Work on yourself!" But when the depression from being alone is so heavy, how do I get up to start that? What do I do when the pain is so deep that I don't feel worth loving. Don't feel worth the effort.

I’m genuinely so embarrassed. I was recently at my boyfriend’s house of 4 years. He’s (23m) and I’m (22f). The door was closed and whilst I was giving him the deed without realisation she barged in, her jaw dropped to the floor and she ran and closed the door. I’m pretty sure the blanket was not fully covered and she saw my head go up and down.. I haven’t spoken to her or seen her since. This has never happened before and I’m so mortified. His mom is the type of lady that is quite old school but I’m sure she knows that we have done the deed before. It’s just something that she should not have seen… I don’t know how I can go back into his house and face her after this! Please help with any advice !!

I am on the verge of breaking up with my boyfriend and I just really need some help with coping with issues that last beyond the breakup.

I don’t think breaking up solves any of my issues. My insecurities are the main reason. My boyfriend and I started off as anime enjoyers but as time passed I felt more and more insecure about how sexually anime portrays women and how much my boyfriend enjoyed watching hot anime women.

I started to feel more and more insecure about my own body and how I looked. Especially after finding out that he read hentai and watched cosplay porn almost 3-5times a week to masterbate.

This summer when I went to japan with him we visited an alley with a bunch of anime girl posters that were half naked and I started to hyperventalate and it made me feel so sick. I couldn’t physically stand there seeing my boyfriend look at those posters and I had to leave or else I would’ve started sobbing.

Whenever I see an anime girl portrayed sexually anywhere I just start to feel like throwing up and extremely frustrated. I cry at times bevause of how much resentment and jealousy it causes me.

I can’t believe how hateful I am. How much I can hate other pretty women that enjoy cosplaying and showing off their bodies.

He said he doesn’t care about other girls romantically and it was just normal to feel aroused by sexual confent and that he grew up consuming it since he was young blaming it on “i was a kid and I had internet” but ever since I found out how sexual he is I just coulnd’t feel normal again.

I don’t know how to heal or enjoy anime content ever again, I don’t feel confident anymore I dont take care of my own looks anymore and I genuinely don’t know if I could ever go back to liking this entire culture anymore.

I get extremely jealous and disgusted at anything that even relates to japanese culture. Maid outfits and thigh high socks and everything about it makes me feel sick.

I just don’t want to be sick at the sight of anime girls anymore. I don’t want to be triggered by this everywhere I go because of how popular anime is.

I am going insane. It hurts my heart

I love my boyfriend but I don’t trust him and it’s killing me. We’re in our early thirties and when we met just over a year ago, he was in a weird stage where he lived for going out, doing drugs and drinking. He was would go days without contacting me, then other women would contact me saying they’d slept with him during this time. I gave him an ultimatum and he seemed to take it seriously, telling me his mental health was bad, he asked if he move in with me and he’d prove to me that he was serious. Now I feel like I was manipulated with this and my mental health is rock bottom because I’m so paranoid but he doesn’t seem to understand. He still drinks heavily and says he ‘blacks out’ so he doesn’t know what he’s doing. A girl contacted me in December to say she’d met up with him on a night out, and in February he punched the walls in front of me and got me in a headlock so tight I thought he was trying to choke me. Every time I try and have a conversation about our relationship or my feelings he just shuts it down saying sorry and he would never do that again. Now I feel like I’m struggling to be nice and pretending everyday while my anxiety shoots through the roof with him simply being at work. I don’t want to hurt him by breaking up with him (and am scared to because of previous MH issues) but don’t know how to put myself first for once.

Preface: I’m 27M & very obviously Gay. Not into women at all (love y’all though). The term “hottie” that I use is like, when someone helps you out with a favor or does something really nice for you & you say “omg you’re such a hottie for that thank you so much” even if you don’t find them attractive whatsoever.

Well yesterday I was at the beach alone just having some quality me time & also had a few drinks so feeling a little buzzed. I was standing in line at a food stand but didn’t see they sold alcohol, so I asked these group of girls in front of me if they knew somewhere that sold margaritas. They looked like teens, maybe just graduated high school so after that clicked in my head I’m like.. “why did I just ask these children where alcohol is?” Mind you I was tipsy. They looked like locals so I figured they’d know of at least a restaurant or something (I’m not originally from here)

They were super sweet & helpful & gave off great vibes so after the interaction I was like “thank you so much y’all are such hotties” & immediately walked off to do my thing.

As soon as I said it though, I cringed. I was like oh my fucking god… I genuinely hope they did not think I was actually calling them hot, because I definitely was not. And like I said, I’m very obviously gay; how I dress, the way I talk, mannerisms, etc etc. so I felt like they understood the vibe.

Anyway, I’m thinking about this the day after & feeling kinda bad about it :( I call allll my friends “hotties” even my family lmao. It’s not a term I view in my head as a sexual compliment. It’s like the equivalent to “sweetheart” or “honey” or something. But yeah just wanted to get that off my chest

Me and my friends were chillin at 7/11 when some man asked me for some coins. I instinctively went to look for my wallet and gave the man some coins. When I looked back at my friends their giving me a dirty look which confused me. I often see the man collecting garbage to I guess sell as scraps. The way my friends looked at me is stuck in my head and now I feel guilty for giving him money. I don't always give money to people, it's just when I have spare change to give.

I was just in a too good of a mood to think about the possibilities the man could do with the little money I gave him

EDIT: I've read most of the comments and I appreciate all of it! and no I'm not 12 what would make ya think that >-<!! Kidding aside, screw what my friends think of me for giving some money, maybe I'll give him food when I bump into him again. BTW my friends didn't say anything about me giving the man some money, just the dirty look. (Sorry about the title, didn't know how to word it better :[ )

Anyway, lesson learned, don't let your friends get into your head lmaooo. Thank youu

Thank you so much for the reassuring comments in the first post. I dozed off after the first few comments while waiting for him to reach his place and let me know. I woke up to a lot of reassuring comments, and the main thing everyone stressed was trust, and I do fully trust him, so that made me feel better.

I just wanted to talk to him about how the walk went just for myself, and so I could give an update here too. He wasn't able to answer my calls in the morning, and ngl despite all the positive comments I'd just read and the lessons about trust I was again about to start to get worried (honestly a comment had said this might be a me problem and maybe they're right lol).He just woke up half an hour ago because he'd gone to sleep late since he'd had coffee when dropping her at her place, so he couldn't sleep until late, and figured I'd gotten knocked out (true lol) so he didn't call me either in the night, just texted me. He has to go to meet some friends for brunch so we couldn't talk for too long, I just asked him how the walk was and he said it was uneventful but he was glad he did because it was quite late. When I meet him tonight I will let him know that it was really sweet that he walked her to her place (a lot of the comments said how great it was of her to do that and it made me a bit proud too). Thank you for helping me out when I was spiraling last night and I do promise to work on myself too.

I appreciate all the responses I've gotten on this post, but I can feel myself falling into a spiral again and I don't think this update post was a good idea, I thought it would help me but it's doing the opposite. I appreciate it, and I'm secure in where I stand with my boyfriend but I appreciate the concern. I don't think I'll be responding to this post any longer.

Maybe this is just the corner of the internet I’m on, but everyone seems to be strongly against women proposing to men.

If I ever see a cute romantic video of a woman proposing all the comments are hateful, saying it’s wrong. I often see people saying that it means the woman loves the man too much (and that’s a bad thing??)

What confuses me even more is that the majority of the hate comments are from other women.

I don’t get why the tradition of men proposing seems to be the only thing that people are against changing. I see no issue with women proposing, and it just shows that we’ve achieved equality. How’s that a bad thing?

So I (m 15) have the trouble of feeling awfully horny since 2 years. I get so aroused sometimes that I feel pain in my intimate area I guess it’s just so much that I can’t and I end up masturbating sometimes 8 times a day until all that sexual tension finally leaves. This all happens after I had my first gf with 13 she was 17 and I had some awful experiences and it sometimes makes me feel a huge amount of sexual tension that it feels like it hurts. My hormones are driving crazy but I’m lucky it all slowly goes back but sometimes it all comes up and I get so horny it’s overwhelming.

My husband (33M) and I (25F) have been together for 7 years, married for almost 6. I am an immigrant and the reason I'm in the US is because he petitioned for me to come here through fiance visa. For the first year of our marriage, he was the bread winner since I was not allowed to work, and then covid happened and we were living off of his mom. By 2021, I am making my own money and has been making changes in my career that lead to me doubling my income. Meanwhile, he keeps doing canvassing job that pays $19 an hour and is seasonal. He ends up not working for quailf the year, and when he does work, it's usually less than 40 hours a week. He has not made an effort to increase his salary at all.

Last year, we bought a house. It's under both of our names, but the loan is under my name solely, because since he keeps doing odd jobs, the lender doesn't like his income history and they said it would end up hurting us more than helping us.

Our house was a little bit of a fixer upper since the owner has not made any improvements since the house was built. I changed the flooring. I cleaned and painted the walls. I planted the grass. My husband was...in the background. When I was doing the flooring, all he does is maybe give me a couple of boards here and there. When painting, he picked a fight with me and left me doing all the painting. When I planted the grass, he brought me to Walmart but the seeds. You get the gist. He does the bare minimum. And it's not like I don't give him opportunities to do stuff. He could've started the flooring in the living room while I do the bedrooms, but he does it so horribly that I needed to remove it. When I planted the grass, I asked him to rake to soil but he cannot even put in an effort to actually get it loose. I had to take over cause he does everything so poorly.

I am tired of this. How am I the breadwinner, the maid, the cook, the carpenter, and everything else? Is this what marriage is supposed to be like?

Because of all these stress, I gained a lot of weight in the last 3 years. And he had the gull to tell me that he's less attracted to me. MAYBE IF I'M NOT FEELING THE PRESSURE OF DOING EVERYTHING, I WOULD ACTUALLY TAKE CARE OF MYSELF! This life is so hard. I am alone and tired. The people that I can lean to are not even in the same country as I am. Sometimes, I just really want to end it all. I feel stuck. I feel done

When I was 15 (now 31f), I slept with a 28 year old trainer from the gym.

Adolescent me hadn’t even thought of sex as something that could happen, we were just supposed to get pizza. I hadn’t spent much time with 28 year olds.

Afterwards, I left and walked home (~14 km or 9 miles). It was late at night by then, ballpark 2 am.

The main thing I remember is stopping when I walked past one of my countries main hospitals and staring at it. I can’t even say I was thinking about going in. I wasn’t thinking at all.

The age of consent in my country is 16. There are mandatory reporting laws for children, meaning usual patient-client confidentiality doesn’t exist (i.e. it would have needed to be reported to prosecutors/police, and presumably parents).

Sixteen years later, I keep wondering what would have happened if I’d walked inside the hospital instead?

I was fine. I didn’t get pregnant or any STD’s, through luck alone. I showered and went to work at a sandwich shop.

I can’t seem to tell people about this. Given it’s been 16 years, do I just stop thinking about it?

Me and my cousin (both female) are very close in age.

When my cousin and I were younger (10 or so) we experimented and wanted to know how certain things felt. Over the last 15+ years this topic was never brought up… until this week.

She told me that I stripped her of her innocence and molested her as a child. Mind you, never once did I force her to do anything and we were dumb little kids doing dumb things. We would go on Omegle together, make singing videos together, etc. In addition, We had older brothers who played GTA, watched explicit videos and whatever little boys do.

Prior to this, we talked almost every single day. We spent half of our childhood together and distanced because of me and my family moving. After a couple of years we talked like we never stopped. I’ve been there for her when she needed it and vice versa and now this gets brought up? We both had a rough childhood but now blames me for “stripping her of her innocence.” She said “it never gets brought up but it lingers and whenever we would talk about our personal intimate lives with our partners or anything from our childhood, it brings back bad memories.” She claims that she looked up to me and that I abused that power and that she did whatever I wanted…

Im stuck because I can’t help but think that I am guilty for her mental instability now because of all the things we did as kids. My cousin has a big impact in my life and I love her so much but I can’t help but overthink and what makes it worse is that I can vaguely remember my childhood. We had a rough childhood. It makes me want to die knowing that she thinks that way about me even though I know in my heart that I would never put my cousin in harm… I guess i’m just posting here because I have no one else to confide in.

Today, a couple who I considered to be amongst my closest friends in the world had a baby shower. Not only was I not invited, I didn’t even know they were having a baby.

I had a baby myself 18 months ago, and it has been a rough time. I haven’t been able to host my friends over as much as I used to, I haven’t had money to go out as much as I used to. It felt really lonely and I tried to reach out but my messages often went unread. When I did invite people over, everyone already had various plans.

We haven’t caught up properly in almost 12 months - actually the last time we were all together was my children’s baptism, a year ago. I just thought we were all busy. I got it. I was busy too. Life got hard. I just thought we were in a different era of friendship - too busy to catch up much but still had love for each other, y’know.

But I opened up Instagram today to see photos of a baby shower I wasn’t invited to for a baby I knew nothing about.

Scrolling back through our messages, I see now just how many of my messages went unanswered. How many invitations they passed up on. I just thought they were busy. I didn’t try too hard or get upset about any of it, because I was busy too, I understood.

I thought these people were my friends. Some of my closest friends. And I am so happy for them. But so incredibly heartbroken that it turns out we’re just not friends at all anymore.

im someone that doesn't really value their "talent".. im not that confident in my own skills. if you know the manga blue period you could say im sort of like the main character yatora.

ive got a high school diploma in graphic design. i enjoyed working with all the programs but never felt enough. my friends and professors have told me i have talent but i dont see it. i feel like im just doing enough to be better than the average person, but when it comes to work in an environment full of other peoples interested in the same field as mine – im just not that good.

i wanted to enroll in communication design but there's an entrance exam and i am SO AFRAID of not passing it. it's been two years... two years of trying avoid what i actually enjoy because im afraid of not being enough.

2023: i first enrolled in painting, which had no entrance exam, but left after only two months because i knew it wasnt the right choice. so i got a job to make something positive out of the time i was "losing". one of my friends, unlike me, actually tried to get in but failed.

2024: then i enrolled in a completely different field, humanities. i started a language and literature course to study korean and japanese, two languages i love but apparently not enough to dedicate 5 years of university to them, because at the end of the day what i really want to do is graphic design... that friend i mentioned tried again and passed this time.

im young, im barely 21 so i definitely have time. the "only" problem is money. when i first enrolled in painting i had the chance to get a scholarship, but since i left i couldn't ask for it again when i enrolled in humanities. so my mom had to pay for my accomodation. i can ask for the scholarship again once i get into 2nd year.

i started getting pretty depressed because of no motivation and basically no social life + seeing the aforementioned friend's works brought me a mix of envy and melancholy.

the rent is 300€ a month. i have made up my mind to stop attending uni and get a job, i actually have an interview tomorrow. i want to repay my mom for the money she spent on me until now and then finish paying the rest of the rent by myself. i dont want to disappoint her. she's single and without a job because of health reasons. i dont want to weigh on her financially.

but im so afraid of not getting the job and im also afraid of telling her. i dont want her to get mad at me... im planning to get the job first and then explain her my situation, so i can prove her im determined. but what if i really wont find a job :( im feeling anxious and i hate capitalism lol

on the way to my dads funeral my dads friend told me how i was such a curious child and how i once asked him “why is the sky was blue?” but apparently he had no answer for me. it hurt, he didn’t mean to upset me but he did. when i was younger i asked my dad if my constant questions were annoying which he told me that i should question everything and so i did. when my dad didn’t know the answer to my questions he would tell me what he believed so for example when i asked him about clouds,aliens or magic he would tell me his ‘conspiracies’.

i once asked him what happens after death (which in hindsight is a scary question from a 5 year old), to which he thought people were reincarnated. i said i think people choose between going to heaven or being reincarnated. but i got a bit upset becuase i realised that if i was reincarnated into the person i am now, i have no memories of my past lives and that means that when i die i wont remember my dad so i told my dad i would like for him to be in all my lives and that people remember their past lives when they’re in heaven.i asked him what he thought he would be reincarnated as and he said a plant, which baffled me becuase i was thinking of being a wolf. i asked my dad what animal he would be. he took a while to think and then he said he would be reincarnated as a bird maybe an owl. of course this baffled me because i hadn’t even thought of birds or fish for that matter. he had me beat becuase of course a bird was the obvious answer, i’d get to see things that i can’t see now . we spent a good while talking about animals until my next question came to mind and the conversation was dropped.

my grandads death devastated me and the only comfort i could find was to write about his new life, his life as a flower on a hill with a beautiful view of a valley. sadly my dad joined my grandad when i was 16 and so i found my old notes and wrote about the two flowers with a beautiful view. a year later my grandma joined them on that field. i get angry,upset, depressed thinking about how my dad could leave me but i try to find peace for my dad can stay in that field as he has promised to join me as a bird or a wolf or a fish or even a tree. my dad might of been bigger than this life but he promised me another lifetime of questions so i’ll use this time to think of some good ones.