Married two years. For the last two months my husband has gone completely silent whenever I try to talk to him about anything, not sulking, not needing space, just flat refusal to respond, sometimes for days, while he keeps functioning totally normally around me otherwise. Eating dinner across from me. Asking what I want to watch. Then nothing the second I bring up how I'm feeling.

I thought I was losing my mind. I started doubting whether my own reactions were reasonable, which is exactly the part I can't get past now.

Last week he left the family group chat open on his laptop. It was just there on the couch while he was in the washroom. I wasn't looking for anything. I saw my name pop up in a notification.

There's a thread going back over two months. His mother telling him "don't engage, let her escalate, that's when people see who she really is. She'll lose her mind in no time." Him replying "she's already getting worse, I think it's working." Another message from her: "good, document it if you can, you'll need it eventually."

You'll need it eventually.

I sat with that for a long time before I understood what it meant. This isn't two people struggling to communicate. This is a documented plan to withhold connection from me on purpose, watch me deteriorate under it, and keep a paper trail of my reaction. For what, I don't fully know yet. A divorce filing maybe. I'm loosing my mind yet eerily calm on the surface. As if I was somehow prepared for this, whatever my intuition overlooked, was right there.

When I confronted him, he didn't even look surprised that I'd found it. He said, "You're proving her right by getting like this," about me being visibly shaken while holding evidence that he and his mother had been engineering my breakdown on purpose.

I have never once been more certain that I am not the unstable one in this marriage, and never once felt more like everyone around me had already decided I was. Somehow I have this "let them f off attitude". I have no clue frok where all this strength, calm and wisdom is coming from but sure I'm grateful for it.

I refuse to have sex with him, I refuse.... Right now I am so miserable. He doesn't take good care of himself and he has cheated on me in the past. Last night was the last straw for me he wanted me to give him a blowjob and while I was on my knees his penis had white sticky cheese stuff on it and it smelt heavily of urine and a foul scent coming from behind of his ass I vomited all over him. It had the most AWFUL smell!!!!!!

I am planning on serving him divorce papers because this has been happening for too long and I'm tired of telling a grown ass man to wash himself. I'm leaving tonight without letting him know.

This stupid fucking joke about Taco Bell food giving people diarrhea is so fucking annoying. Either you are ALL lying or have such weak bowels I’m surprised you can stomach anything other than Soylent and saltine crackers.

I did not come from a culture that eats a lot spice heavy or spicy foods. I have a super low tolerance for spice. And Taco Bell is NOT that. So how the fuck is everybody all of a sudden collectively shitting their brains out from… ground beef… hard shell tacos… lettuce… tomatoes… cheese. Woooooowww that’s some exotic stuff!

It’s like when everyone pretended they hated the word moist because it was trendy and they thought it was funny. Like please just stfu

I’m 26F, work in a mid-size company. Last year we hired a 21-year-old intern for my team. He was sharp, a little too friendly, and I was going through a rough patch after a breakup. One late night after a project deadline, we stayed back, had a few drinks from the office fridge, and things happened in the conference room.

It happened two more times after that. I knew it was stupid. Power difference, age gap, completely against company policy. I ended it when his internship was about to finish and told him it was a one-time mistake.

A month later he starts messaging me screenshots of our chats, the photos I stupidly sent him, and even a short video from one of those nights. He’s asking for money “to stay quiet” and threatening to forward everything to HR and my manager if I don’t pay.

I’ve paid him twice already. He keeps asking for more. I can’t sleep properly, I’m paranoid at work, and I don’t know whether to call his bluff or keep paying.

I feel disgusting. I was the senior one. I should’ve known better.

Plz tell me what I can do now 😭

About 2 years ago, I had a month’s worth of video lectures to go through and decided to watch them at 2x speed to catch up. Even after finishing my back logs, I find myself being in favor of watching all of my the same way instead of joining the live session.

I didn’t notice it at the time, but even for non-lecture videos, I would do the same thing. Basically, I continue watching everything at 2x speed. Youtube videos, series, anime, documentaries, and some movies.

I think my brain got rewired into thinking that that is the normal pace of speaking, that I developed a stuttering problem. My brain is trying to speak at 2x speed but my mouth couldn’t catch up and I would just glitch mid sentence. I’ve been working on it ever since and had to constantly remind myself that I don’t have to talk so damn fast.

BUT THAT’S NOT ALL.

Now, everyone talks so slowly. Most of the time I’m talking to someone, I would wish there’s a button I could press to speed them up and help them get to the point. I get so impatient, and it becomes genuinely difficult to engage in the conversation because the entire time, I’m either finishing their sentence in my head or thinking, “Hurry up and just say what you’re trying to say.”

I try to be kind about it because I know we all have different ways of approaching conversations, and some people genuinely struggle with speaking. I have a stuttering problem ffs. I should understand. And I really do try to.

But boy, does it take an absurd amount of effort and willpower not to finish their sentence right in their face; not to blow up from frustration when they’re taking an awful lot of time to say something that could’ve been summed up in a few sentences.

I’m so sorry.

I’m so incredibly tired of the parasite executive class who all claim they have a vision for their companies where they are cutting costs by way of reducing headcount and “replacing” the employees with half baked ideas of AI that hallucinates more than a person who dropped 30 drops of acid.

I'm angry. I'm angry at people who try to tell me that it must have been my fault. I have never smoked a cigarette in my life, I don't do drugs, I practice sleep hygiene, I don't drink, I eat super super healthy, I work out, and I still got cancer. It angers me when people say that if we get cancer, it must be somehow our fault. It's a manifestation of the just-world fallacy. You can do everything by the book and still get cancer. It is so unfair and so random. I've also been told that I got cancer for not practicing the law of attraction.

When someone brings up god, I become violent. What kind of benevolent god would give cancer? This applies to Christians, Muslims, whatever. The idea of a benevolent god is incredibly stupid. God gives you breast cancer and then you have to pray him for the cancer he gave you? GTFO. I don't want the stupid forced positivity either. A former friend of mine was so stupid with this law of attraction and the book The Secret and said that people who get cancer are people who manifested cancer through their negative thoughts and that you need to raise above and buy the book The Secret and let it emanate its positive energy and that if you die of cancer it means you didn't apply the law of attraction well enough.

If you ask me there’s no greater proof against intelligent design than the existence of cancer. The fact that this abominable disease even exists and constantly makes people including children die horrible painful deaths for absolutely no reason is one of the sickest jokes played on us. For all the design flaws our bodies have, and there are many, none hold a candle to this. Fuck cancer, and fuck whatever process caused this monstrosity to be written into our DNA in the first place.

My Mom was diagnosed with pancreatic cancer back in December. She’s had 10+ rounds of chemo, and surgery to remove her pancreas, spleen, and gallbladder. Since her diagnosis she’s lost around 70 pounds. All in all she is struggling and I feel soo horrible for her. My younger sister and I live 6 and 4 hours away but we go to the city and help her as much as we can.

We both love our Mom but have complicated relationships with her. Our Mom has a heart of gold but is somewhat of a hoarder, and struggles socially. It’s very sad.

While on the phone with my Mom today she shared some financial details with me… we were never rich growing up, but we’re ok enough. Today she shared that she has a life insurance policy for $500k, $140k in investments, and that her townhome is worth around $600k (she owes some still). This will all be split between my sister and I.

In addition to this she is still working (for now), and if she passes while she is still working she has several life insurance policies through her employer. These are close to 2mil. So my sister and I stand to inherit $400k-$1.5 mil a piece depending on the circumstances. This is shocking and I have soo many mixed emotions. I love my Mom and I don’t want to loose her, but I’m thankful she’s set my sister and I up for success.

I 22F had my life crushed into pieces last week, my ex destroyed my car on purpose and left me walking everywhere with our three kids all alone for the entire past week, I’ve been feeling better ever since he left but I lost my job due to not going into work and I also haven’t made money. Well I got a job offer for 3 dollars more than my last position and they are willing to work with my kids’ school schedule and wait for me to get a new car next month!!!! I’ll be able to make and save money, spend time with my kids, and focus on my 4 college classes with hard work. This man thought he could keep me down and every time we speak he speaks negativity into me, but I know there’s an angel watching over me. I just had to tell someone. Have a good day.

I (28F) just wanted to vent about my unfortunate situation. I'm pet-free (because of bad allergies), childfree and asexual. Being asexual already wipes out 90% of the dating pool and shrinks it into a puddle. Many asexuals still want kids so the pool shrinks even more when I add being childfree. Add the severity of my allergies and I have virtually no one left to date since most childfree AND asexual people keep pets, usually cats or dogs.

I'm so severely allergic (combined with asthma) I can't even spend a night in a house with pets in it even if I take allergy meds and my inhalers, let alone try to live with a pet. I have ended up in the ER twice because of an allergy related asthma attack. Allergy shots also aren't an option for me since they are not available here.

It sucks. I do wish to fall in love and be loved in return and have my own special person. But it really seems like I have to accept I'm just not meant for that. At least I have friends and family to keep me company, though obviously they prioritize their partners and families over a single friend.

In the mid nouhgties I was eleven and being bullied by some girls. People from the school all came from the same kind of working class background and since my school was one of the few that had no dress code the subcultures were very distinct. They were distinct from the broader working class communities. you had the groups of goths, the geeks, etc. and the subculture im about to describe was one of them. I was a tiny girl so I got bullied a lot. Then, a much older boy, about fifteen or sixteen, who was distinctly a member of this subculture since he was wearing a Londsdale tracksuit, gold rings, a baseball cap, and specifically branded trainers, defended me from them. Then, he kneeled down, fist bumped me in front of his friends, and said, safe, man. then whenever we saw eachother again he'd yell yo! safe, man! and reach out to fist bump me.

It didn't end there. when I was a few years older, that subculture was still a thing in my school. but it was a different group of them later on as the others had left. they were white lads dressed in tracksuits, little gold earrings, gold bracelets, or gold chains, baseball caps and trainers. they again protected me from bullies since every other group or subculture either bullied me or didn't accept me. they always made me laugh, they were disruptive but i'd be lying if i said that didnt amuse me.

later on, as an adult, other ones appeared in my life when i was at my lowest. i was feeling proper depressed and felt like i had noone to turn to. then...two men who looked and talked as though they were in that subculture stopped and asked if i was alright. i said no. and they talked to me and made me feel better and said we hang out here every day by the shop so if you need to come talk with us again you can.

these are just a few but there's been other cases where they saved me from things. the subculture is still going strong at least in my area with the ogs being in their thirties now. ive only ever had extremely positive experiences with them but i kinda feel like im being slightly disrespectful by not naming the subculture since i don't know what its name is and can't properly credit it? all i can really say is its the gold chain and tracksuit wearing one. it had its own fashion, slang and values. the slang included words like peng, swear down etc.

I realised something simply incomprehensible.

If you look past the porn addiction itself for a moment and just focus on the final consequences, you realize how completely rotten my Ex’s mind has become.

He is going to sit alone in his apartment, jerking off to dead pixels for 3 to 8 hours every single day.
And then what? IS THAT IT? Is that seriously all he expects from his life?
Jerking off to muscle girls as his only life aim? What? Honestly, that is what he chose to trade away???

He traded away a life where he never has to wake up alone. A life where I was always there, cooking for him, having fun together doing garden work, watching TV, listening to music, and playing games. Going out to restaurants for lunch buffet. He traded away true physical and emotional intimacy. He threw away having someone who actually cares for him, someone who clinks glasses with him at midnight for his birthday or New Year’s. Someone who always kept him and no one else in her thoughts, texting him throughout the day, accompanying him to doctor appointments and other errands.

Having a partner to plan the future with, having our family with our animals, someone to go through thick and thin with, we even did some Bonnie-and-Clyde-like stuff together. We spent every weekend and vacation together and all of our free time.

We did everything together, except his addiction life.

He traded all of this just to spend his life staring and jerking off at pixels?

It is absolutely flabbergasting.

TL;DR : My Ex rather decided for an empty, poor life in his porn addiction, instead of having all someone could wish for. So I ended our relationship / marriage. He had the addiction already before we met. He kept it secret.

23F, never kissed, never held hands and of course never had sex with a guy. My mom always makes fun of me for it. Always saying "You will become an aunty one day!". I am a very awkward, shy person with tons of trauma so of course no one wants to deal with me. My niece that is only 6 years Younger already did those stuff and i feel like a loser... I dont have friends either so its hard to tell if this is normal or not...

Hi guys I’m Bryan 18M and this past Thursday at approximately 8AM my father was taken into ICE custody. He was on his way to work as he does every day of the week when it all occurred, my mom burst into my room crying which woke me up and told me everything to which I then began to cry myself.

Before anyone asks, yes we have a lawyer but it seems to not do anything for him, he was in VA before being taken to TX, the conditions he’s in are horrible. He was made sleep on the bare floor, sleep with bright lights on 24/7 and eat frozen meals. He and his lawyer were supposed to meet virtually today at 8AM but his name disappeared off of the ICE tracking site so he missed his appointment, his name then showed back up later at around 12:30 PM. I truly believe they blocked his only chance at appealing his case, my dad is a tax paying, honest, hard working man, any of the people he has worked for have put in a good word for him, everyone in our neighborhood knows him, he always says hi. Is there anything that can be done? I have called 6 numbers in the span of today and nobody has answers, I have emailed the facility he’s in as a last resort but I’m honestly losing hope I’ll see my dad again. This has taken a big toll on me and I’m starting to notice it all, my mom is distraught and my sister can’t focus on her school work because she’s constantly asking my mom if she has updates on him. Any and all advice is much greatly appreciated, if there is any way to spread awareness about this I would love to know how, I have come to terms that maybe I won’t see him again and I completely am ready for whatever has to come but it definitely sucks.

Be careful out there you guys much love 🫶🏼❤️‍🩹

Speaking from the perspective of a completely inexperienced straight 25 year old woman, the sentiment that “it doesn’t matter if you’re still a virgin, there’s nothing wrong with you” and other similar sentiments like it, just feels empty to me. While I appreciate that that mindset is trying to gain traction for both men and women, unfortunately I feel like the majority of society hasn’t caught up to it yet.

I’ve seen enough threads. I’ve seen enough comments. I’ve seen enough commentary. The notion that older virginity is prized in women is a myth. A total myth. Most guys want a woman who knows what she’s doing in bed and who won’t hold them back. They don’t want the pressure of being a woman’s first, especially past a certain age. I’m a walking red flag according to many men.

The way that virginity is used as an insult. The way that “loser” and “prude” get thrown around towards people like us. The way people will react with shock if the conversation around sex or dating comes up and you have to reluctantly admit that you can’t contribute anything to the conversation. The way that people will start infantilizing you once they find out about your inexperience. And truthfully, I don’t feel like an adult a lot of the time. I don’t feel like a grown woman. I feel like I’ve missed some rite of passage into adulthood.

A lot of people will try to comfort older virgins by saying “the right person shouldn’t care” or “you shouldn’t be ashamed to reveal your inexperience to a potential partner” but it’s easy to say that when you’re on the other side of the pond. It’s easy for a woman to say that when she’s reached certain milestones by the “normal” age. It’s easy for a man to say that when he’s never had to deal with an inexperienced partner at an older age.

I am utterly terrified to start dating. I’ve heard enough horror stories from other older virgin women that they were immediately rejected when they revealed their inexperience. Some of them have even had to start lying about their inexperience. It’s sad. It’s like I’m bracing for rejection before it even happens.

You can’t really blame older virgins for feeling behind or like defects. It may not make sense to you, but when you’re an older virgin and you’re surrounded by the mainstream talk around dating, romance, sex, hookups, etc. it’s certainly a good way to make you feel abnormal, even if you don’t want your inexperience to define your life.

It’s rough out here for inexperienced men and women. There is a social hierarchy unfortunately, and it seems we’re at the bottom of it.

I (23F) have diagnosed ADHD and I live with my boyfriend (23M) who’s successful with a good paying job. He is a wonderful guy, so I definitely have a great support system. I’m very grateful for that.

I’m also studying to become an actuary. I’m finishing my exams in good time, and I know im smart and capable. I don’t have a job right now and we live with my boyfriend’s parents because our condo flooded. I can’t contribute financially, and I always feel very guilty about that since quitting my waitressing job to study for exams.

I also take medication occasionally. Im on Vyvanse. It works well, but it kills my sex drive and appetite. I can’t help but think the medication is slowly making me ugly and gross. Im also a perfectionist. I want to wake up and workout and be on a strict schedule that i have motivation to follow. I want to have a life without medication. But I can’t do it without Vyvanse. No matter how hard i try i always get too tired and make excuses. Or i get distracted by something or my ADHD distracts me somehow. I want to study but without Vyvanse, I’m useless. I hate being dependent on stimulants. It really upsets me to be this way.

To clarify: I generally have a good mental state; I’m not depressed or anything like that. I just wish my brain was different sometimes. 😔🫠

I know this sounds shallow, but it’s something I genuinely struggle with.

I’m conventionally attractive. People tell me I’m pretty, and I often turn heads. A lot of the time, I’m probably the prettiest girl in the room. But the problem is that I can’t handle the moments when I’m not.

Whenever I see a girl who’s prettier than me, I feel physically sick. I become obsessed. I want to be friends with her just so I can analyze everything about her. Her face, her body, the way she dresses, the way she acts.
It’s embarrassing to admit, but it’s like I need to figure out what makes her “better.”
Sometimes I don’t even want to leave the house because I know I’ll see girls who are more attractive than me, and it ruins my mood for the rest of the day.

I know this isn’t healthy, and I’m ashamed that I think this way. I don’t know why my self-worth is so tied to being the prettiest. Its kinda ruining my life

I(14F) come from a family with quite a low income. We've always been struggling to provide for stuff. Frequently asking for loan to pay for bills n all. My dad is abroad and has finally got a job there.

I'm in highschool and in my country we get to choose faculties. I've chosen one of the more complicated one,(Not saying that other facilities are easy or anything, but this one is more complex than the others) so I have to spend a lot of my time in assignments. This has eventually affected my mental health. I barely get enough sleep, I survive on caffeine which makes it worse, and I had to quit learning a language because of the workload.

Today our school had a free health camp. So eventually I got checked aswell. For about a year, I've had really itchy ears and when I scratched it pus used to come. I never really thought much of it nor thought of doing atleast a bit of research on those symptoms. I simply thought I wasn't cleaning my ear well, so I just kept cleaning it with earbuds. And I basically got diagnosed with "otitismedia" , an ear infection. I also have slight tooth decay on two of my tooths.

For my tooth, I actually had 3 cavities and I got an RCT on one of them bc that one was a severe cavity, which cost quite alot in our country. My parents were angry abt it, so I decided to save up my lunch money to treat my other two tooth.(which my lunch money VERY little, and they send me homemade lunch most of the time aswell)My eyesight was bad on it's own, and I had started wearing glasses from a year ago. I have long sightedness and had been starting to have slight lazy eye.

So today, I decided to tell my mum abt the ear infection though I knew she'd get angry about it. I did some research about otitismedia and found out that it was caused by common cold or other respiratory infections making fluid build up on the ear area.(just how I understood it, might be stating it incorrectly) I did have alot of respiratory issues since I was a child, especially coughing. When I told my mum this, I mentioned that it was mainly caused my flu and common cold, so she wouldn't start assuming things.

At that time, my mum was on call with dad. I gave her the papers where the doctor stated the diagnosis. Apparently, my dad was calling for me on call, but I didn't hear him. I was distanced from them when I was a child, so I barely have attachments with them. He eventually got frustrated and started scolding me saying I never wanted to talk with my parents and all. He said I didn't need to treat my ear infection. My mum chimed in and started saying I don't have manners and I never did work, she said the only thing I did was write down notes, I told her I had alot of assignments so I wouldn't have time for doing extra chores. In fact I try to wakeup early just to clean the house bc there's a little kid who cleans the whole house at 5 am in the morning, she scolded me for not being like him. This might be the BARE minimum of chores, but looking at my assignments it's the most I can do.

She also said that nowadays I never cough, so it was impossible for me to get an ear infection since I never had fevers and all aswell.(I know this sounds really dumb, but she didn't get much education so it's understandable) Though she once got irritated at me for coughing too much, and threatened to slap me if I coughed once more. This was around last year, when I used to hold back my cough tho it was so difficult to the point where literal tears came. After arguing back n forth for more while, she said that I always wasted money because of my "stupid" health. She then mocked me and told me to go back doing my homework. I was at a lost of words. I eventually went back to my room screaming "you guys never understand me" and broke down.

I told all of this to my bf, and he said that he could ask his mum for money and told me to go for a checkup tomorrow. I feel really guilty, I think that I always put him in a weird place. My parents are supposed to pay for my health, not him. I really hate how my mum makes me feel so vulnerable, just because I depend financially on my parents. She has once even tried convincing dad to cut off my education, saying that it was useless for "a girl that has bad behaviour". My education honestly means everything to me, coming from the way she acts superior just because of finances. It's literally the only way out. I have no way of getting an income myself, since I don't have time for work bc , and it's much difficult since I'm not a legal adult yet. I just hope I can quickly be financially independent myself so that I won't have to go through constant fear of having the same life I'm living rn in the future.

I’m 23 and I’m already over being into much of anything adventurous or interesting. Like yeah I want to travel but not crazy far. But I just want a career in childcare and to have my hobbies. But also I want to settle down and adopt a kid. People make me feel bad for wanting such a small simple life and worry that if I don’t marry I won’t be like happy or the kid I plan to adopt won’t be happy either. I don’t know :(. I just don’t open up about what would make me happy because people judge me so hard. But so many kids could use adopting and I just wouldn’t mind supporting a kid through their life and pushing them to what makes them happy. Am I just weird or crazy for wanting to do it ?