So I turned to him with the filthy rag we both use to wipe down cars in hand, covered in grease and mud, and said "If I had more power than you why the fuck am I working this job instead of running this company and bossing you around?"

He conceded to that. We both agree the class division is more important than talking about gender. In the end, though gender is one of the reasons we experience it different, we are both still poor.

I am engaged to a wonderful guy and we are going to be married this winter. Obviously, the discussion of name changing has come up. He would prefer I take his name, but more importantly wants me to do whatever makes me happy. All of my coworkers, many friends, and family on both sides, however, talk about it like it's forgone conclusion. Even the very liberal ones.

"Is it going to be weird to "Mrs. P_______?"

"When you guys have the same name..."

"You are your father-in-law are going to have same initials!"

"Dear Future Mr. and Mrs. [Fiancé's First Name] [Fiancé's Last Name]..."

I know that statistically, the majority of women in the USA change their names with marriage. But the assumption from every side that it is something I'm obviously going to do/give up about myself is frustrating me.

Especially the shock and offense I've gotten from some men on the subject ("What about unity as a family 🥺?") when I know darn well the majority of them would find the notion of giving up their own last names emasculating/demeaning and would never even consider it. Even/especially for this notion of family unity. And of course "Well, maaaaaybe I could understand a woman keeping her name if she was like a high power doctor or something and had publications under her maiden name." Meanwhile the qualifications needed to "justify" a man keeping his last name upon marriage are exactly none.

Please note: this is NOT meant to bash the importance or necessity of birth control methods! I will ALWAYS choose the risks of an IUD or other BC methods over the risks of an unplanned pregnancy. Also, sorry in advance for the TMI.

I don’t know if this is the right sub for this rant, but this experience just makes me so damn frustrated. Maybe with the healthcare industry; maybe with medical gaslighting; maybe with how confusing it is to inhabit an AFAB body; maybe with just how fucking hard it is as a woman to find a birth control method that isn’t compromising one’s physical status quo in some way.

I recently got my tubes removed, and had my Paragard of 6+ years removed during the same surgery. When my husband and I had sex for the first time after, it felt completely and utterly different. My vag feels … softer, somehow? Everything just feels smoother, I guess, like there’s no friction whatsoever. Honestly, my pre-IUD days feel like a lifetime ago, so I can’t say whether sex feels like what it used to before the IUD or not. But the change was literally overnight, and I was wracking my brain trying to figure out what would have changed. And then I realized—vaginal dryness. My IUD had been giving me vaginal dryness.

For the last several years, sex with my husband had become more uncomfortable than it had been our first few years together. I used to have high libido, and could get “wet” practically at the drop of the hat. Then I got my IUD, and it took my body almost a year to fully adjust to it (that’s a whole other saga). After that, I started noticing changes in how sex felt. It was harder for me to feel “turned on” or naturally get wet; I often experienced a feeling of friction or burning if we didn’t use enough lubricant (something that had not been a problem before), and I sometimes experienced spotting after. I went to my doctor complaining of these symptoms, and even wondered aloud to her if it could be the result of the IUD—to which I never really got a direct answer, other then that the Paragard is non-hormonal and so it shouldn’t cause side effects aside from heavier periods. They gave me some blood tests (not a complete round of tests), found nothing abnormal, and then the conversation just … ended. No follow-up or suggestions of what to do or check next.

After awhile, I went through a kind of mourning process with sex and resigned myself to the idea that maybe this was just normal for my age and for long-term relationships—that it was normal for my sex drive (and in turn my ability to get wet easily or feel comfortable during sex) to diminish over time. My husband and I actually made the best of it by learning to take more time during foreplay and using more lubricant to make sex feel better for both of us, and I was just starting to get used to the “new normal.”

But now I’m thrown for a loop. I know copper IUDs aren’t supposed to cause vaginal dryness, but the night and day difference is so immediate and so staggering, I don’t know how there can be any other explanation for it. I wish I could be happy about the change, and the possibility that sex start will feel closer to what it used to again. But instead, I’m just disappointed and mad.

I’m disappointed that there was next to no info about this as a possible side effect of the Paragard, and that a lot of concerns about copper IUDs don’t seem to be documented or studied enough. I’m mad at myself for not advocating for myself enough, or trusting myself enough to know something was off. Maybe I wouldn’t have had to go through so much discomfort or self-doubt for the last several years if I or my doctor had taken my concerns seriously. Maybe I could’ve had a normal sex life this whole time. Or maybe it wouldn’t have changed my mind on keeping the IUD at the time—but at least I could have felt more informed about what was happening to my body.

I’ve been through two breakups because of this and I just don’t want relationships with men anymore, because I don’t think it’s possible and it’s been rubbed in my face multiple times that I’m unable to have sex. “A relationship without sex is just a friendship.” Okay, so because I can’t have sex or do anything that arouses me because it causes severe pain, I’m selfish? And I can’t have a loving relationship? I honestly feel cursed. I did nothing to cause my condition, there’s no cure, and I’m the one who actually can’t have intimacy physically, yet they complain when they can literally have sex with someone else. Some of us do not get that choice. I’ve been resented by all my exes because of this, and each of them rubbed their new partners in my face saying they’re better than me because they satisfy them sexually. I literally get put down for being unable to have intercourse, and people ONLY empathize with the man. Do men think women with these conditions don’t have a sex drive? I’ve had to literally shut down my sexuality because it causes me to have immense pain, imaging how damaging and dehumanizing that is. I’m the one actually suffering but it’s always “you can’t expect men to stay with you without sex.” Okay, then leave. I’m not damaging my body for you. I wanna have sex but can’t, don’t know what’s so hard to understand. I have to accept I will never have a relationship because of this, and on top of that I get basically bullied by men because of it, as if I’m making it up or I chose this life. I feel like I’m not even a woman since I can’t satisfy a man, because I’m told that’s all I’m good for and sex is a must. They get ANGRY with me it’s genuinely odd. I guess since I got these conditions, I can kiss a relationship goodbye. I hate being a woman sometimes. Well, a woman with terrible conditions I guess.

I didn’t really think I’d ever talk about this publicly. For a long time, I kind of buried it in a corner of my mind, and I was fine with it staying there. But recently, I went to a convention, and people started coming up to me, asking me questions like “Hey, is it true what happened between you and him?”

And suddenly I realized this story — my story — was being told without me. Twisted around by him, made to sound like he was the victim of “rumors.” So here I am. Telling it myself.

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The context.

I was 14 when I joined this cosplay friend group. Everyone was older than me, but I wasn’t worried — I was with my best friend (she was 15), and we were both just happy to be part of this fun, nerdy group of people.

That’s when I became friends with him — let’s call him X. He was 20 or 21 at the time.

At first, it was nothing weird. We were just friends. He was funny, older, and I guess it felt cool that someone like that would talk to me.

One weekend, we all had a convention coming up, but X didn’t live in our city. So I invited him to stay over at my house — with my best friend there too. My parents were home, everything was okay. We had separate rooms, of course.

But that night, we decided to watch a movie in my room. It was me, X, and my best friend — laying on my bed, just watching a movie. He was in the middle, between us.

At some point, we all fell asleep.

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What I woke up to still makes me sick.

I woke up, and X was spooning me in his arms.

While I was still in that half-asleep state, he started stroking my hair. He kissed my forehead. He held my hand. He even got weirdly jealous when he saw me scrolling on Instagram and looking at some guy’s profile.

At the time — being 14 and absolutely clueless about these dynamics — I didn’t fully understand what was happening. But I knew I didn’t like it. I didn’t move closer. I didn’t reciprocate. I just stayed still, confused and uncomfortable.

When morning came, everything went back to “normal” like nothing happened.

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Then a few months later… he told me he liked me.

Again — I was 14 or maybe 15 by then. He was 20 or 21.

I obviously rejected him.

It wasn’t until I turned 16 that the full weight of what had happened hit me. And when it did, I felt disgusting. I felt used. I felt sick that someone I trusted, someone I considered a friend, would ever see me that way while I was still a literal kid.

I cut all contact with him. Blocked him everywhere. Stopped talking to him completely.

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But that’s not even the end of it.

X was kind of known for being a player within our group. • He dated one girl from our friend group. • Broke up with her. • Then started flirting with me (I rejected him). • Then started flirting with my best friend (she rejected him too). • Then started dating another new girl who joined our group.

That last girl and I became very close friends. At the time, I still hadn’t processed what he’d done to me, so I stayed polite with him.

But X being X… he started telling his girlfriend things like “You’re not like her” — meaning me. Like somehow I was the standard he was comparing her to.

Mind you — I was a kid. She was an adult. And yet he was sitting there, fantasizing and fixating on me to his own girlfriend.

Eventually, when their relationship ended (for obvious reasons), he blamed me for it. He said it was my fault because I was too close to his girlfriend and supported her when she was upset.

He literally stopped talking to me after that, because I had “betrayed” him by comforting his girlfriend about how much of an asshole he was.

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And people knew about his behavior.

At some point — when I was still 14 or 15 — the leader of his cosplay military group actually reached out to me.

Apparently, there were already rumors going around about X having a weird, predatory attitude toward me.

We talked over Discord, and at the time, I genuinely didn’t understand how bad things were. I told the leader, “No, nothing really bad happened, it’s fine.”

But then, when I was about 16, I heard that new girls joining that cosplay group were being warned about X. People would literally tell them not to get too close to him.

And yet… nothing changed.

The leader told me “Well, it’s whatever, you know.”

Like it was normal.

Like it was just “X being X.”

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And even after everything… people still expected me to talk to him.

One of his close friends — who is also a good friend of mine — reached out to me not long ago.

He asked if I would maybe want to talk to X. To clear the air or whatever.

And I told him no.

I told him I didn’t feel safe around X.

Because I know the type of person he is. He’s jealous. He gets frustrated easily. He doesn’t take rejection well. And I don’t owe him my words, my presence, or my forgiveness.

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And yet he still goes around telling people “I didn’t do anything wrong.”

That’s what hurts the most.

Not only did he do what he did to me — a 14-year-old kid, in my own house, while my parents were home — but years later, he’s still walking around, telling people:

“Yeah, I know you’ve heard rumors about me, but don’t worry, I’m not a pedo.”

As if that’s a normal sentence to say.

As if that’s something you bring up out of nowhere unless there’s a reason people would think it.

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So here I am. Telling the story myself.

Not because I want revenge. Not because I want drama.

But because I’m tired.

I’m tired of hearing echoes of what he’s doing. I want people to really know what he did but without going back in the drama.

I’m tired of him pretending like I was crazy, or dramatic, or making things up.

And most of all, I’m tired of people like him walking around acting like nothing happened — when they know exactly what they did.

Thank you for reading this, I’m now finding closure in this and that’s all I need!

!CONTEXT UPDATE:!

Just to clarify, because I’ve seen some comments assuming things about my parents — I really don’t blame them for what happened. At the time, this person was incredibly charming, funny, helpful — the kind of person that made everyone feel comfortable and safe around him, including adults. My parents just thought I was hanging out with friends. We had separate rooms, and falling asleep together wasn’t planned — we were just watching a movie and didn’t mean to. Looking back with everything I know now, of course it feels awful. But in the moment, he didn’t raise any red flags to them. It’s really easy to see things clearly in hindsight — but predators like him are manipulative on purpose. And I know my mom especially was devastated when I told her later. She didn’t deserve to feel like she failed — because the person at fault here was him.

Recently came across this post and wanted to share it with this sub as I know you will appreciate it. It surprised and delighted me and made me wonder how many other misconceptions we still have. I did not write this, it was forwarded to me from “daily dose of happiness” community.

“For years, we’ve heard it told like a high-stakes race — millions of sperm, racing through the reproductive system like Olympic swimmers, all in a desperate dash to be the first to reach the egg. The fittest wins. The prize? Fertilization. Cue the heroic soundtrack.

But that tale? It’s mostly myth, deeply rooted in a male-centric view of reproduction.

Thanks to a 2020 study, we now know the egg isn't a passive prize at the finish line — it’s a powerful decision-maker in its own right.

Turns out, the egg and sperm communicate. The egg releases chemoattractants — specific chemical signals — that draw in preferred sperm. And for the others? She slows them down with a repelling signal. Cervical mucus, particularly L-mucus, filters out weak or low-quality sperm before they even get a chance to swim. Bye, boy.

As researcher Fitzpatrick put it:

"Follicular fluid from one female was better at attracting sperm from one male, while follicular fluid from another female was better at attracting sperm from a different male…"

Translation? It’s about compatibility. It’s her body, her choice — down to a molecular level.

And once she’s made that choice and one lucky sperm starts penetrating the egg, she shuts it all down. The egg releases a chemical that causes every other sperm’s head to literally pop off. Yes — mass decapitation. No second chances. No backup winners. No maybes. Just the one she chose.

Oh, and let’s not forget the poetic ending:

Sperm? Smallest cell in the human body.

Egg? Largest.

She’s been running the show all along. It’s about time we told the story right.

Credit to the respective owner (Respect 🫡) We do not own this story — just lifting the curtain on the biological brilliance of women’s bodies. Reproduction isn’t a race. It’s a conversation — and she gets the final word. 💪🧠💫”

My boyfriend has recently developed a habit of smoking cigarettes, he was always a smoker but nowadays its just 5-6 and probably even more a day. I am seriously considering breaking up because even after me saying its a deal breaker he has not slowed down and becomes furious at the talk of rehab.

He firmly believes, he can QUIT WHENEVER HE WANTS, but that is obviously not the case.

I’m not sure if the world has just changed, or if we made a massive mistake moving to where we did, but in the past year my young daughter has had one boy ask her to “suck and touch his junk” at daycare, and another boy go up to her at a playground and asked her if she was a “b-hole or v-hole,” and whether she liked “doing a backshot”.

Wtf is happening with kids these days?!

We reported the daycare incident and the center tried to bury to so I called CPS. The playground thing happened a few weeks ago but she just told us about it yesterday.

I am honestly at a loss of how to protect her from this shit. She’s 6 for crying out loud. If it’s like this now what the hell is middle school and beyond going to be like?!

i’m just venting and mourning what could’ve been i guess. this pretty long so i appreciate anyone who reads it all the way 🤍 idk if this belongs in this sub but some parts do relate directly to being a girl so i hope it counts!

info to know: my parents had me young so thats why i was an only child for so long. my sisters are my half-sisters from my dads side. i am my moms only child to this day. i’m 22 now, my sisters are 4 and 6.5.

basically idk how to feel. im happy for my sisters but jealous at the same time. they get a high-income, two-parent household, while i was raised by my (single at the time) dad living in my grandmas house till i was 14. i even shared a bed with her till i was 9. the little things bother me too. i call my grandma “mami” (mom in spanish) bc i grew up listening to my dad and tia call her that. they call her “mama maria” (fake name) which is more appropriate for a grandmother. the girls have noticed this and even asked why i call my grandma mami. i even noticed in this post i say “my” dad bc im so used to him only being my dad.

they also get a much more relaxed version of my dad. MUCH more relaxed. i used to get spanked for putting on nail polish at like 8-10 yrs old and i was grounded because i started shaving at 12. but my sisters? they’re playing with makeup at age 2+. i feel like i was just a learning experience. because of my dad’s and i’s relationship, honestly at times i feel like they’re just pretending they’re the perfect family without me. they take vacations without me ALL the time. my dad wasn’t even the one to take me to our home country when i was a kid, it was my grandma. he never once took me to visit as a vacation. but he takes the girls once a year and never even mentions the trip to me.

and i never even lived w my sisters. 3 months after the oldest of the two was born, i moved with my mom. then i got my own place at 18 for college. i’m glad they have each other but what about me? and i don’t like kids so im not rly going to be close with them for a long time. i do spend time with them when i visit, but that isn’t often due to my complicated relationship with my dad.

also, apparently being a 15 and almost 18 when my sisters were born did NOT make me immune from eldest-daughter-parentification. i dont visit often but when i do, my dad asks me to bathe the girls or brush their teeth or make them food. i say no every time. if my sisters want to spend time with me by making them food, bathing them etc, then i will gladly do so, if THEY ask me. but even then im forcing myself too. the girls are innocent in this so i never treat them badly, i go all out for them actually. i just don’t know how to process my feelings. i’m so happy for them. i would not want them to be an only child, living to broke college kids who have no idea what they’re doing. i just wish i didn’t either. i wish we could’ve grown up together the three of us and i have what they have now. we even have 2 girl cousins that are closer to their age (10.5 and 6.5). i was and still am alone. i wish we could’ve been girls together 💔

note: i don’t blame my parents for not giving me siblings earlier, it was very smart of them not to. they shouldn’t have even had me at their age. i also understand that as a single hispanic dad, he was trying his best while now my sisters have a mom in the house to explain what girls go thru to him. he also had me as practice. it’s just very complex being so understanding of these things yet still feeling how i do.

I read a very excellent post with a lot of really good follow-up information and advice about tone policing.

I realize that I am guilty of saying the same phrase and have it not come off well for a different scenario and I'm hoping to get some helpful advice about how to turn that situation around.

Sometimes (99% men), there will be an issue and I will be lectured or scolded about what he believes I should be doing differently.

Example: you need to take the recycling bins and trash cans out of the driveway when you first drive home from work before you enter the house rather than after you come inside and doing it when you feel like it.

In this case, I'm upset with the tone that is being used because I feel like I'm being scolded as an errant child not being talked to as an adult with an equal say in house dynamics AND I want to bring in perishable items and my expensive work computer and get all of those things inside rather than have them sit in the car while I'm dealing with recycle bins.

I feel like sometimes we have to address the power dynamic first before we can address the fact that I have a different way of doing that particular task but it's not particularly "wrong", it just isn't how he wants it done.

If I start with, " Watch the tone. I feel like you're speaking to me like a child" It can derail the argument. If I don't address the tone or the manner of speaking, I feel like I'm arguing an uphill battle because the dynamic has been set up that I am the "child" in this situation.

It doesn't happen very often but when it does it always leaves me super frustrated.

Clearly, from the other post, telling people to watch their tone isn't the right response. I'd like help navigating this related issue.

I'm not sure if this is a weird post to make, but I feel like im addicted to masturbating. I'm not even sure how to explain it. I know it's not really something common with women, or it's more attributed to men to masturbate excessively, but it's a constant of my life. I've been doing it since I was about 9/10, and atleast multiple times a day, and I honestly don't even know why. I do it before work, before university lectures, if im not doing anything I'll do it for hours at a time just for the feeling of it. I'm not sure if it's because it feels good, or I like the feeling of an orgasm, but I can't stop, and I feel the urge to do it even when out and about. It's kind of gotten to a point where sometimes I'm almost late to things or am late because of it. I don't necessarily want to stop masturbating, but I feel weird about it, like I shouldn't be doing it that often. Is it normal to do it that often?

I'm an attractive woman and people constantly stare and it makes me super mad. I started wearing a mask and people stare, but it makes my heart warm that they can't "enjoy my features" for lack of better words. People are gross and will stare at you and think insane things.

This guy just got on the train, looked at me, and yelled to his friend to come to the same car. He sat across from me. I looked away and put my mask on. Har Har Har. Look at deez nuts.

One of my goals this year is to build more genuine and intentional friendships.

I don't drink, rarely party, and I’m not a gym person. Most of the social events I go to tend to be women-heavy. I already have amazing female friendships (and I’m always open to making more), but forming platonic friendships with men has been a real struggle.

So I’m curious—how have you successfully built and maintained platonic friendships with men without things getting awkward or feeling like it’s turning romantic? Where did you meet them, and how did that connection happen?

PS: If you’re a guy, I’d really love to hear your perspective too.

Basically what it says on the tin. It makes me angry how often conversations about gender seem to turn to "Young men are told they can't be sensitive/struggle with societal expectations" or "Young men don't have positive role models", as if these things are A) problems unique to young men and B) somehow on women or feminism to singlehandedly fix, and as if men themselves play no part in this.

It's especially frustrating because we know exactly who frustrated young men often take their frustration out on (hint: It's women). It just so often feels like what this really comes down to is not a case of Oh we just need to be nicer to young men and mollycoddle them /even/ more and continue to prioritise their feelings above everyone else's comfort and safety.

Often what I think is needed is just to radically regulate sooooo much discourse about women that's still considered permissible for some reason, so many god damn podcasts, Hollywood scripts that are still being produced today, so much porn, literally just stuff that teachers might overhear male students talk about. It has to be clear this is considered hateful and face repercussions, not harmless lockerroom banter. I want crimes on women to be talked about with the same level of gravity as murder, and I don't want the sexual history of the victims to ever freaking come into it, not once. I want men to shut the hell up about bodycounts and how nice guys finish last and honestly wish young boys would just have to undergo some kind of mandatory sensitivity training at school where they are shown online comments and testimonies and reports and more to just get /some/ idea of what misogyny looks like in the current day and age and what it's like to be in the shoes of its victims. I want them to hear about how sexual assault can ruin lives, and no, it's not always some stranger in a dark alleyway. That's actually the exception. Often it's what guys just like you do to their own partners.

Sorry this turned into such a rant but yeah in a nutshell I just feel like endlessly giving young men the benefit of the doubt is the wrong approach in many cases. Often what they need is really more of a reality check. Like..being a man does not make you a monster but it also doesn't make you special or automatically entitle you to certain things like sex or a wife or a woman who will do most of the housework or who will bear your children and then raise them, and it simply doesn't matter if you were raised with those expectations. Your expectations don't supersede anyone else's bodily autonomy or life choices.

Yes you're allowed to cry when you're sad but also take care not to invalidate other people's feelings, whether that's your male friends or women. That means you don't get to bitch about women being crazy or pretend that you're the objective rational foil to their bananas woman brain. It's cool if you're not good at sports but fetishising sexual conquests is actually still shitty macho jock behaviour so if you participate in that you're no better than the guys you probably look down on because they are good at sports.

Sleeping with a woman without being 110% sure you have consent (which means enthusiastic verbal consent and nothing less, and I hate that I even have to put it this way because wayyyy too many men have proven they will take advantage of ambiguous situations that often arise because the woman /isn't/ able or willing to truly consent) is a disgusting crime and you should feel guilty about that for the rest of your life.

Essentially, you don't get to endlessly complain about male stereotypes that you find personally inconvenient IF YOU CONTINUE TO PERPETUATE HARMFUL STEREOTYPES AND ASSUMPTIONS ABOUT WOMEN in the same breath. It's also often tone-deaf to emphasise male suffering and expect women to singlehandedly fix it and comfort you, as if many of these issues aren't chiefly perpetuated by men. But for some reason men don't hold other men accountable for them nearly as much as they do women, who, surprise surprise, are left with the brunt of the emotional labour of comforting men and managing male emotional outbursts once again.

And finally, while everyone is allowed to vent and feel bad about their own personal bumps in the road, please do also have some sense of perspective. A gender based injustice for a guy will result in hurt feelings and hurt pride far more often than it will result in violence done to them, and that's just not the case for women. Yes people's feelings obviously matter and should be talked about, but can we please not prioritise someone's hurt pride over the victims of violence that often occurs as a result of said hurt pride? I'm sorry if I sound overly jaded or like I'm generalising and hope I don't need to add some sort of "Hey I don't hate men" disclaimer...I don't..I'm just so god damn tired of this gently gently approach and of women's safety (and honestly their sense of self-worth and belonging) seemingly always being treated as an afterthought to the moods of teenage boys.

Too many predators get away by hiding in comment sections.
I created a Creepy Comment Registry – a public spreadsheet where anyone can log creepy, predatory, or manipulative comments spotted online, especially toward minors. You can only comment for obvious reasons.

This isn’t about cancel culture. No doxxing. No revenge.
It’s about awareness, pattern tracking, and documenting things the platforms often miss.

What to log:
– Creepy, sexual, or manipulative comments toward minors
– Repeated objectification / stalking
– Signs of grooming or discomforting behavior

You can contribute here:
Link to the spreadsheet, you can add a comment here.

OR you can fill this form to register a creepy comment.

NOTE: 1. Read the rules/usage guide on the first row to stay respectful & helpful.
2. Illegal stuff should still be reported directly to platforms or authorities.

Let’s make the internet a little less dark, together.

Because I got him on insurance and got him to get his eyes checked and blood tests shortly after we were married... that doesn't mean those health problems begin because of us. That's just that he got diagnosed! But he says because of me and my son his health is ruined.

But the fact that the man is simply not built to live with others (I had my son and a dog and he couldn't adapt!) but instead of seeing those very simple things, he insisted that I was cheating or looking to cheat or some nonsense. Constantly accusing me of having a wandering eye. And I know you will say well that means he's cheating but the thing is we're pretty much apart we always know where the other person is. We have a business together and small kids nobody has time for an affair in this household.

Never thought I would be one of the women on here complaining about their husband… He was so generous and kind and even thought very highly of women. It's like he died. I've never had a man call me worse names give me the silent treatment. It's unbearable And it's been years…

But in the last fight, he blamed me for his declining health because of all the drama, the drama that I think he starts because I've literally been so fucking faithful and given up so much for him you have no idea. After we got married something changed in him.

Hi, So idk if this is the right place, but I wanted to reach out for advice and just hearing about similar experiences from other fella women. I'm 21 and I have sensory processing issues since I remember myself, it used to be super bad as a child to the point it really ruined my life, got worse when I was socially expected to wear something on my chest under my clothes, I couldn't bring myself to do it and so I just didn't leave home for years. Anyway, now as an adult, it's better, I still greatly struggle with finding clothes that doesn't bother me but even if they do, I can still push through and function.. But there's one thing that I still can't bring myself to wear and it's something on my chest. I just cant, for the love of god, find a bra, bralette, sport bra, top, tank top with built-in caps and etc that won't drive me nuts. Something that I had as a kid regarding this was huge tantrums over my clothes whenever I needed to get dressed before leaving home. I won't go into details but it was rough. The thing is, I never fully stopped having these tantrums as having to wear something on my chest to hide my nipples or hold my breasts when I'm out for exercise, always ends in spending so much time trying to find something appropriate to wear and sometimes losing it and having a tantrum and being late or missing out on the place I had/wanted to go to. I'm super lucky to have a small chest, no idea what my bra size is but 70A for example is still too big for me. I'm never wearing a bra. No matter what. But I still have problems with the other options. I just really really hate having a tight compressing fabric on my chest area. I hate the straps, the under chests elastics, the caps or padding on the boobs. It's just never enough for my body to accept, no matter how much I look for new ones. I hate it so much how when I breathe or move it moves as well and I can feel the fabric touching my skin. And that it's touches my nipples.. But I also really hate it when it's not perfectly my size. I can go on and on about all the reasons I hate these clothing items. I love doing sports but I'm so limited and everytime I want to go for a run or something I ruin it because I can't bring myself to wear a sports bra😞 My breasts are small but it's still uncomfortable to run without anything. Jumping as well, it's painful. And also, I love fashion. I have many pretty clothes I never wear because u need something underneath. I'm so sad and currently writing the post crying from anger against myself because I missed out on a workout as I couldn't bring myself to wear this stupid bra. Then I'm also trying to not listen to my surroundings but I know what people think or where they look at when my nipples show and I really don't like it, I'm not insecure about my body it's just so uncomfortable. Please if someone who is like me and has some advice to give, please do. I'm hopeless and tired and feel like a child not being able to dress appropriately. Thank you and sending love to u all❤️ have a nice day

Apart from leaving them (Asking for a friend, please don’t judge)

I know you must think I’m an idiot just from the title alone. I’m pretty sure I had some kind of mental health episode because I would have never done this normally. I’ve had unsafe sex. He ejaculated in me twice and I don’t take any form of birth control, and it’s now a week after the fact. Is there any way to prevent the pregnancy ? I don’t think I have it in me to get an abortion and I absolutely cannot have a baby. Please help. Edit : It seems my comments aren’t showing up for other people. For those asking, I track my periods with an app but I missed my last one by 18 days (last one I had was from February 12th to 17th). I will try to contact planned parenthood in my area to see if they can do anything. As for my mental health, these episodes have happened before but they were never sexual before (spent a lot of money for example) I don’t know why this happened and will probably try and find a solution for it.

So I (22f) have a FWB and we basically developed feelings for each other. But we’re kinda at a stalemate bc he’s not going to live in America forever (bc of visa issues), so it wouldn’t last. However I’m only 22 and most relationships at this age probably won’t last anyways so that leads me to the question will it be worth it to get into a relationship with an expiration date?

Eldest daughter. Always expected to hold it together. Always the one who helps, who listens, who gives.

But no one sees when the strong one is tired.

I broke down silently — and the world kept expecting more.

Wrote about it here, in case anyone out there feels the same:
👉https://medium.com/@as9391207/she-who-is-held-by-no-one-b159a0fb9361

Hi! I’m hoping to start trying for my second in two months, after a big work trip.

I had a c-section with my first and think I’d prefer to just do a c-section vs a v-bac. Since, I’m doing a c-section I’d like to get my tubes removed. I live in NY. Has anyone heard about any potential restrictions to elective tube-removal? know with Roe v Wade overturned it’s now up to the states, and clearly NY currently allows abortions, etc. but I’m not sure if there is any risk to an actual federal ban? I’d also still keep my ovaries, so not sure if it’s technically sterilization.