hey, so I do online school and get great grades, I have a loving family but I have 0 friends, I didn't have many through middle school (in person) and the ones I did have I say hi too through text maybe once every 5 months. I was thinking about joining a club but i have no real interests or passions not too mention I'm very socially award. I see people my age going out and having fun while I haven't left my house to do something fun in i don't know how long. I honestly just don't know what to do, I hate meeting random people but i hate being so alone

My boss fluctuates between friendly, kind and helpful, and then will be angry with me. Right now he is acting combative in conversations and seems to intentionally be taking any little thing I say in the wrong way. He also reminds me that he is boss. He did this in front of my coworkers in a meeting yesterday. I have a coworker who is kind to me and felt awkward, and another one who was smiling and happy about it as she seems to dislike me (acts kind around others, acts passive aggressive when alone, acts jealous when he is nice to me).

I can't think of anything I did other than..

• not being quite as friendly back and avoiding him a little this week because last week I feel like I relied on him too much and wanted to show I can deal with my job - he was also extremely busy and I didn't want to bother him
• left work earlier than normal as I usually stay late (way after others) and he said he came to find me and I wasn't there (he has rarely come to find me after work and he usually leaves before me so this was unexpected)
• I challenged his thinking a few times as the situation he is helping me with, but I am supposed to lead this and have a say in it. (But I've done this in the past and he acted like it was a good thing.)

For example if I say my opinion he says that he is in charge and I should ask him. Then when I ask him his opinion he says "well what do you think? I want to know your thinking." And then whatever I say he rebuts it mostly through asking questions and I feel very stupid.

His usual way of behaving is kind and friendly. Especially when alone, he smiles while talking to me, glances down at my mouth and holds long eye contact. He sometimes stares or looks at me, our eyes meet a lot. When in this state he always understands what I mean, takes it positively and compliments my work.

But he goes through phases (about a week or two) of being critical and quite rude. The angry part is only to me however, he acts much more stable though also sometimes friendly with others. Most coworkers adore him and say he's never acted angry with them. He went to great lengths to hire me permanently after having had temporary contracts here. I am female and we are both early forties.

Sometimes I have a feeling there are feelings involved. I've caught him watching me, sometimes when I walk by he watches me from behind. I usually feel that he really cares for me and has stood up for me before. Once he recommended a musical artist to me whose top song is called "secret love." I really value him as a person and we have an unspoken understanding of each other, usually. We just seemed to connect in a deeper say personality-wise.

His anger causes me stress and I wanted to know if there's a professional way I can address it? Or is it better to let it go and hope he gets over it?

I have been born and raised in a small town In TN. I began working at 16 on a farm and have had multiple jobs since. I’m a very hard worker but I absolutely hate living the life I live. I’m an adventurous person always have been. I want to do anything and everything skydiving bull riding kayaking down water falls mountain bike riding. I want to see the pyramids in Egypt the colosseum in Rome the Parthenon it Greece. The problem is I’m poor as fuck and I can’t see ever achieving my goals working the same bullshit job. I’m in about $7,000 in debt I lost my job a week ago and have to have $509 by the end of the month to pay it all. I live with and take care of my parents both with bad health problems. I consider myself to be smart considering the people around me. I read constantly and try to learn as much as possible but no matter what I do I get knocked on my ass. I know this text is all over the place I’m typing it while on a tractor. I’m not a normal “redneck” I suppose you could say. I love to hunt fish and all this associated with it but I NEED more from life. I feel like a fucking slave. I have no clue why the hell im typing this out I suppose I just want some advice based on my goals and situation. I appreciate any and all opinions

Yesterday I was in my girlfriend room just talking but I could tell there was something bothering her. Sometimes it’s a struggle to get her to talk abt wats on her thoughts but when I finally did she said that even though we’re in a relationship we never do relationship things. We hang out at the dorm n we went to the movies once but other than that she said it doesn’t feel like a relationship. She gets easily irritated so I didn’t want to say the wrong thing in that moment but she could tell I was struggling to come up with the words so she just told me she doesn’t want to talk abt it anymore. What does she mean? Do she mean as in dates, intimacy or what cuz idk..

I’m 20 years old, and since I was a child, I’ve been told my words come across as aggressive. It’s not that I say bad things, but that I say them in a harsh way. I have this awesome person in my life, and I don’t want to hurt her.

I’ve spent a lot of time picking up the pieces of my relationships, and I’m good at it—but now I want to learn how not to break them in the first place. I tried therapy for about three months, but it ended up giving me more anxiety than I expected, so I decided to stop.

During my time in therapy, I realized that much of my behavior stems from my difficult relationship with my dad, which was really messed up. But I know I can’t spend my whole life blaming him—I need to work on improving myself.

I’m considering getting a tattoo on my forearm to remind me to keep my cool, but I’m not sure how much it would actually help. Has anyone else gone through something similar?

I 20M lost my virginity on my 19th birthday to a 21yr old girl who I had met through mutual friends. She gave me the best sex I’ve ever had. Since then I’ve only had sex with 2 different people. 1 of whom being my current girlfriend. I just have needs that aren’t being met. She can’t do it like she can and I just need to have sex way more often than we do. I could reach back out but idk. I’ve never thought I would cheat, but I really want to.

This is going to be insanely long and I am sorry about that. I am trying to make sense of a lot of things that I have never said to anyone. I know this is disjointed and hard to follow. I appreciate even just having the space to write this all down.

Because it’s easy to only share things from my perspective, I think it is important to get a few relevant facts and a few of my husband’s frustrations out in the open. Some of these things are just important things to keep in mind to help understand the things that have happened.

1. I am a stay at home mom.

2. I don’t drive.

3. I am terrible with finances.

4. I have always been an absentminded and messy person. You can generally tell how I am doing emotionally by the state of my “personal spaces.” When things are good, spaces are clean with just some clutter here and there. When things are bad, spaces are sometimes downright slovenly.

My husband and I got married because I was pregnant. I really do think we loved each other. I know I loved him very much.

My husband(let’s call him Will) lived with a female roommate when we met. This was a non issue. His roommate was great and I trusted Will completely.

After about a year of dating, Will started lying to me about the dumbest things. He would say he was going to bed and then stay up playing video games with his female roommate. He would sometimes do favors for her or they would stay up and talk. None of this was an issue. I trusted him and I thought this was normal roommate behavior. I just found it weird that he would lie about it.

The lying started to drive a small wedge between us but I didn’t really let that wedge grow because I trusted Will. Sure, he was lying. But the things he was lying about didn’t matter so was it really worth making a big issue about it?

When I got pregnant, we weren’t ready at all. I worked full time, was in school, and relied on public transit to get to everywhere. Will lived about an hour’s drive away from me. When we chose to have the baby and move in together, I asked that we look for a place that was midway between my area and his, so that I could keep my job and stay in school. Will drew a circle on a map and said we couldn’t move outside of a radius of a couple miles from his house. His rationale was that he made the majority of the money and he needed to be close to work. He was the one who had all of the money for first, last, and deposit and he said he would not put money down on an apartment that was any further than the circle. I told him that this would mean I would be spending four plus hours every day on public transit. Will said that it might not even be practical for me to return to a low paying job while having a newborn. I agreed to move inside the circle.

When looking for apartments, Will found out there was a vacancy in his current complex. I wanted to start somewhere fresh, in a location that was new for both of us. I thought we agreed till one day he left me at the house with his roommate and she started selling me on the idea of us moving into their complex. After a few hours of this, she finally broke down and said she had been put up to it by Will. She said she felt like I was being manipulated and didn’t want to be a part of it and she wanted me to know the truth. I confronted Will about it and he lied until I said I would leave if he didn’t come clean. He finally admitted that he put her up to it.

It’s not that I cared that he wanted to advocate for the place he wanted. I just hated that instead of having a conversation with me about what was right for our life, he lied. And he recruited someone else into the lie. This was the first lie that felt like an actual issue.

We ultimately found an apartment and Will had to tell his roommate he was moving out. She wanted him to pay the full current month’s rent, plus two additional months. Will and I felt this was excessive and he pushed back. She still asked for the two additional months. Will told me he would only pay one additional month. But then he paid her the second additional month behind my back and lied about it when confronted.

We entered into a period where he was lying to me a lot. He would lie for seemingly no reason other than to avoid having a discussion with me. I was pregnant and didn’t know what to do and we ended up getting married. I convinced myself that the lies weren’t BAD lies. They were lies I could deal with.

Before giving birth, we had a discussion about who I wanted in the delivery room. We agreed that it would be me, him, and my mother. He asked if his mom could be in the room and I said I would rather not have her there. Honestly, I kind of didn’t even want MY mother there because we were estranged at the time. Will agreed to talk to his mom and told me several times that I did not have to worry about it because he handled it.

I developed preeclampsia and had to be induced early. The whole thing was kind of scary. I was in unmedicated labor for two nights before the nurses started trying to convince me to take the epidural. I finally agreed and as the needle was being inserted, Will tells me that his mother is crying in the lobby and even though we had already discussed it, he just wanted to see if she can come in. At that point I was exhausted, scared, angry, and felt kind of betrayed. I said “fine,” and he went and got her. His mother joined us and was elated. Will spent most of the rest of my time in labor on his phone. I found out later that he was updating his Facebook status to things like, “Keep going, baby! Push! You’re almost there!” and interacting with people in the comments. None of these things were said to me in real life. I would ask him to rub my back through the contractions and he would halfheartedly do it for a few seconds before returning to the couch and his phone.

I lost about half of my blood volume and needed a transfusion. I had to stay in the hospital for three days after giving birth and was told that I would likely need help for several weeks, possibly even a month or more. When we got home, there was almost no help. He had work and made a rule that he couldn’t get up with her at night because that would affect his work. I agreed with this because we couldn’t lose his income. He started to feel like he had to be on duty the second he walked in the door, so he made another rule that he would get an hour to decompress after getting home before I asked him anything.

I was alone in this new city and had a newborn so I felt very stuck during the week. We would run errands together on weekends as a family and when we would get home, I would take the baby and her car seat up the stairs to the apartment to get changed, fed, and into her crib. During that time, my husband would bring the groceries into the house. One day, he stopped bringing them into the house and left them on the halfway point of the stairs outside. He said he felt it wasn’t fair that he had to take them up alone. So he started taking them halfway and I would bring them the rest of the way. Eventually, this felt embarrassing and inconsiderate of our neighbors so I told him to leave the groceries in the car and I would just bring them all the way up myself after feeding and putting down the baby. I know this seems small but I feel like it is relevant to know how petty he gets when he feels like he is doing more than his share. Even if that feeling isn’t based in anything true.

During this time, he’s still lying to me about dumb stuff. Saying he didn’t go to Jack in the Box. Lying about going to a coffee shop with his friends. Lying about things that make no sense to lie about. The lies and isolation hit me hard and I developed pretty severe postpartum depression. I feel like I have to say that I have never felt suicidal before this and have never felt suicidal since. But I felt suicidal then and I told him about it. He told me to sleep on it and literally never brought it up again.

(I’m going to jump a few years to say that I eventually talked to Will about how it felt to know that I could tell him I wanted to die and he never checked back in to ask if I was okay. We argued about this for months and he eventually bought me a giant Mrs. Field’s cookie with the words, “Are you okay?” written on it. Lol. No, he didn’t also ask me to my face and no, we never talked about it.)

As I struggled through postpartum, I finally reached out to a friend and started talking to her about it. Will found me in the closet, crying on the phone and asked me what was happening. I wrapped up the phone call and told him that I just needed someone to help me. He then told me that saying things like this to friends would change the way people looked at him. Once you cause your friends to look at your spouse negatively, you can’t take it back. He told me that we should talk to each other and not let people’s opinions into our relationship in ways that could hurt us. He told me his uncle taught him that you can pick a trusted family member of the same sex and discuss it with them, but letting friends into your problems will destroy your marriage. I was dumb as fuck so that made sense to me.

This is already so long and we aren’t even at the real problems. I am going to have to go through this faster. Things continue going on pretty much the same for about eight years.

Will started making more money and becoming more well known in his field. He worked on several big movies before getting on the project that really changed his career and our lives. He went from making semi-okay money and being relatively unknown to making good money and being very well known in his industry. He still lied during this time. At this point, it’s a feature of Will. He works and he lies about things.

Once Will started making good money, he expected me to know how to manage it. When we were broke, we were both involved with the finances and jointly knew nothing and fucked up together. But when he started making good money, he expected me to manage it alone. I should have learned how to do this. I didn’t. I made sure things were paid and that my daughter had everything she needed. When he was on a movie, we could generally stockpile 12k in a couple months without even needing to really cut back. But then the movie would end and he would be off for three months. We would spend that 12k and sometimes go into debt. Then he would get on a movie and we would spend a few weeks/a month getting out of debt and stockpiling 12k again. I didn’t know how to manage finances when I couldn’t anticipate what was coming in. I should have sought outside help but I didn’t see it as a problem till far too late.

Once we started to realize that our finances were wildly mismanaged, we started to set soft budgets. We would set a target amount to go into long term savings and a certain amount to go into savings that would be used after the current job ended. Then we would figure out how much was left for discretionary spending. Will would often spend almost all of the discretionary money without discussing it. But he still expected both savings pots to be funded as normal. There were also weeks when we agreed on the way to spend the discretionary money and he would also buy something for himself, forcing me to either have to transfer money out of savings to cover bills or allow them to lapse and pay them later. Will would get very upset when money was transferred from savings, regardless of whether or not it he spent the discretionary money or even dipped into the money for that week’s bills. Savings was on autotransfer if funds got low and I would make sure there was enough money in checking for the bills. So there would be times when he would spend money on something like tickets and clothes for an event and then get pissed at me when “my” transactions caused the auto-transfers later in the week.

Me not driving cost us a lot of money. My daughter was in an expensive sport that had long practices almost daily and I used Uber/lift to get us there and anywhere else we needed to go. At one point, we were spending close to 1k/month on Uber alone. I don’t blame my choice to not learn to drive on anyone. I don’t even know why I haven’t. I don’t think I can answer it honestly, even to myself. I think fear and shame is some of it. I don’t feel afraid of driving but I do feel afraid of being bad at it and hurting someone. I’m afraid of my incompetence causing harm to someone else that I can’t take back. But I don’t even think that is the full, real answer. All I do know is that I have had years of opportunity and I have not done it. And this choice cost us a lot of money.

I settled into a lot of bad choices. I got tired of fighting about the way his attitude felt like, “Budgets for thee and not for me!” If he didn’t want us to pinch pennies together, then I just wouldn’t pinch pennies either. He was lying to me and was rarely home and I think the truth of it is that living comfortably made that feel okay. Or, maybe not okay but livable. I kind of told myself that I didn’t need to fight about where my husband was or what he was lying about because my daughter had this amazing life and I could be happy with that. Me being dumb as fuck is a running theme here. I recognize that my own stupidity is maybe even the main problem in all of this.

And then comes Pablo.

Pablo(name changed) is a person who worked in pretty much the same field as my husband. He was one of the more famous guys in this industry and had a huge amount of followers on Instagram(something my husband now noticed and talked about). Pablo was athletic. He was single. And he became Will’s best friend.

From the moment Will and Pablo became friends, Will’s attitude toward me changed. It used to feel like we were working things out but I was angry that he kept lying to me. This switched to feeling like Will had this rage that was always bubbling under the surface and would explode during moments of stress. There was one Christmas when I asked him if we could take the money we would normally spend on gifts and use it for a small trip to San Diego. My daughter couldn’t list a single physical thing she wanted that year and only asked to stay in a hotel. When I brought this up to will, he lost it. He screamed, “With what money?? With what money??” and literally backed me into a corner while screaming into my face. Seeing it typed out makes it seem much more reasonable than it felt in the moment. He’s not tall but I am quite short and he was towering over me as I tried to shrink into a corner while he was screaming directly into my face. It seems tame when typed out, but it didn’t feel that way in real life. He told me that I was nothing but a nanny and he could hire a nanny to replace me. I told him that I could just take our daughter to spend Christmas in Vegas with my mom and he said he wouldn’t pay for it.

I want to make it clear how much Will bought for himself during this period of time. Before Christmas, he personally bought himself hundreds of dollars worth of items that cost way more than the SD trip I planned. I admit that I spent a lot of money on Uber and wanted my daughter to be comfortable and have the things she wanted and needed. But ridiculous spending was not a one way street that would make this blow up at me warranted. And, for the record, the Christmas gifts we ultimately bought(agreed upon by him) would have also covered the cost of the trip.

After, I tried to talk about how this altercation scared me. Will would have none of it. He mocked me for being scared and told me that I was trying to make him feel like he was abusive. He would only agree to discuss the situation if I was willing to talk about how I pushed him to that point. I was unwilling to talk about it that way because my entire point was that his reaction should have never been an option. My fear was that this was a point that he COULD be pushed to. In order to feel safe, I needed to know that would never happen again. He refused to talk about it further.

During this time, he was working on the biggest movie of his life. It was a big deal and he found himself going to award shows, doing interviews, and getting invited into rooms that he never thought he would be in. He would invite me to go with him and I just… couldn’t. I am not particularly social by nature but it also felt impossible to stand by someone who I was starting to feel treated me poorly behind closed doors. I know that some people will feel I am overreacting but that altercation felt violent and it was messing with my mind.

Will started feeling angry that I was “abandoning” him when he was finally reaping the rewards of all the years of work he had put into his craft. I felt like I couldn’t stand by him and have people tell me how great he is and how lucky I am to have him when I didn’t feel that way. His refusal to talk about what happened made me feel silenced and standing by him made me feel complicit in that silencing.

I am sorry this is so long. I am trying to condense.

My husband got our daughter an iPad and used his AppleID to set it up. I was sitting with her one day and a semi-naked photo of a woman comes through. It was from Pablo.

I open the messages and see that Pablo is bragging about this woman to my husband and sending photos of her cooking for him. Over the course of several days, I see that Pablo talks about women extensively to my husband. There were detailed accounts of sexual encounters, rating/ranking women, sending photos to my husband that appeared to have been meant solely for Pablo’s eyes. Once, Pablo even described events that ultimately amounted to stalking a woman and showing up at her apartment unannounced. My husband told him that “she knows she misses that dick.” No condemnation. No push back. I hate even typing this out.

I also found out that Pablo had been either fired or forced out of an adjacent industry because of things that happened in relationships with his colleagues. There was a forum online where Pablo was being discussed as a predator and my husband told Pablo that “the white guys were just jealous they can’t compete with your black dick.”

Will is weirdly obsessed with Pablo’s dick. I have never seen anyone else say shit like that.

When Pablo started sending my husband photos that seemed like they were meant just for Pablo’s eyes, I felt it was necessary to tell Will that I had seen them. I told him that, as a woman, sending intimate photos to a person who was not the intended recipient was a huge breach of trust. I told him that I realized that this wasn’t a conversation I was supposed to be privy to but that his reaction felt disappointing. No one was standing up for those women and telling Pablo to stop. I told him that the things he said were gross and I expected better of him as a married man.

He lost his SHIT. He told me I didn’t want him to have friends, that I was trying to make him look bad, that this is just how guys talk. He latched on the word “gross” and will randomly remind me of how I called him gross, even to this day. I stand by it. It was gross and weird.

This is getting far too long so I’m just going to say that this continues for two-ish years. Pablo does weird shit, my husband co-signs, I protest, he blows up and blames me. They are weird-ass best friends against the world. In an industry of mostly women, mind you. During the fucking Me-too movement.

One day, my husband comes to me and tells me he needs to say something. He says that I have always had great intuition and he should have trusted me. He said that there is a woman who has created an instagram page dedicated to exposing Pablo. Apparently she and other women were uniting because of their experience with Pablo. These women had been stalked, bullied, and threatened with the release of their intimate photos. My husband acted gobsmacked. Why? I don’t know. They literally just wrote down the shit we already knew years ago. But he was pretend gobsmacked and I heard him out. He said he should have listened to me and that it is news to him that Pablo is a bad person. But then he also told me that the woman who started the page is a crazy 22 year old who is doing this to be malicious. That seemed like weird information to know, so I asked him if he had spoken to her. He was like, “no! I would never! That’s crazy.” I accepted that for a while but my gut kept gnawing at me. I told him that I was sorry to ask again but my intuition has never failed me and it was calling bullshit. He looked me in my eye and told me he never spoke to her. He told me how this is probably just a residual feeling that comes from the lies he has told in the past. He told me that even though he picks up the weight of that burden every day, it is hard on him to know I don’t trust him when he is telling the truth. He told me that it is probably even harder because my father wasn’t in my life.

Two days later, the girl makes a post calling my husband out for continuing to contact her and threaten her with legal action. Lol. So not only was he calling her, he was trying to silence her, too.

When I brought this up to Will, he said that he only god involved because she is pretending to be a victim and she didn’t really feel taken advantage of, she was just trying to get revenge. She, the 22 year old young woman, was trying to vilify him, the 40 year old married man with all the industry contacts and good reputation. He would only agree to talk about it if we talked about how blindsided he was and how shocked he must be to find out his friend is trash. It was so crazy to watch something major happen to you and others and to have that reality completely denied. The person I needed to discuss this with would only discuss it with me if we talked about it as though the way it happened wasn’t the way it happened. Wild.

He would also tell me he didn’t have time to discuss any of this with me but would then be in Zooms with other industry people talking about what a betrayal this is and how he was as shocked as they were. Fucking HOW? My husband was pretty much the one person who DID know. And the stupid piety he had afterward was unbearable. There was an event he was going to and he wanted to wear his Time’s Up pin and asked me to help pin it to his lapel. I wanted to stab him with it.

I don’t know why this broke me as much as it did. Something inside of me just gave up. I stopped leaving the house. I became a full recluse. I became so afraid of seeing anyone we jointly knew. My husband knew all of this ahead of time. So did I. Neither of us said shit. I didn’t track those women down on socials and let them know what was being said and shared about them. I just rolled over and let it all happen. Will was getting these messages two years prior to when all of this came out publicly. That was two years of trauma that might not have happened to someone if either of us had said something. But we didn’t and now Will’s pontificating on the internet so that people will tell him how great he is.

I started getting heart palpitations that were ultimately diagnosed as panic attacks. I would be sitting in a room and all of a sudden my heart rate would shoot up to 155 bpm on my Fitbit. I started gaining a crazy amount of weight due to inactivity. I only left the house when absolutely necessary.

We were driving to visit my family for Thanksgiving later that year and it rained the whole day. We were driving faster than I felt was safe, so I asked Will to slow down. He snapped at me about being the one who knew how to drive. He increased his speed after a while and I had to weigh the benefit of saying something again. I knew Will had only sped up to spite me for saying something to begin with. Saying something again might get him to slow, but it also could cause him to lash out more. But I was getting freaked out so I said something. He snipped at me again about not knowing how to drive and continued at an unsafe pace. He took one hand off the wheel and started tapping out a beat. It felt like he was trying to be petty. We hit a puddle of water, slid, hit the center divide, then spun out on the freeway. Thankfully, we were all okay. Bystanders helped us get to the side of the road and everything ended up alright.

It terrifies me that I know we got into an accident because he wanted to punish me. It terrifies me that I can’t prove it. It terrifies me that my daughter was in the car. I am disgusted that I should have taken action that day, and I haven’t. I am disgusted that all I have done is make sure she doesn’t ride with him anymore. I have become so ineffective and incompetent and dependent. Leaving the house feels hard. Talking to a stranger feels hard. I am a shell of the person I used to be and when I look back at the things that happened, I don’t think anyone would think it was that bad. I don’t know why I have been completely immobilized by a relationship that doesn’t even look that bad when you write it out.

My husband asked for us to not discuss the relationship with others, but I found out he had been discussing me all along. He would take pictures and video of rooms and spaces I allowed to get filthy so that people will understand what he has to deal with. He talked about our dissolving relationship with female coworkers and pretended I was trying to stop him from getting support when I felt betrayed. I’m not the one who made that rule. He was. I was just shocked to find out I was the only one expected to actually do it. He talked about me to others the entire time.

I’m not even really seeking advice about the relationship. I feel like I am struggling to understand what even happened here. I keep asking myself, “Is this normal? Are these fights the type of things people just go through in a marriage? Am I making these things bigger than they need to be? Why do these feel like major blows when it doesn’t even seem that bad on paper?”

My uncle got cancer many years ago and we were eventually told it was terminal. We went to thanksgiving with them a few months after getting that news and had a good time. The topic of my grandmother’s housekeeping came up and led to all of us discussing whether we personally want to keep an immaculate home. I said that I didn’t feel like everything needed to be pristine, others shared their views, and we all moved on. After, Will told me that my uncle pulled him to the side and asked, “What was up with that?” He told me that my uncle told him that he needed to nip this in the bud because it was a slippery slope. He said that my uncle was disappointed to hear I didn’t prioritize keeping things neat.

This immediately sounded like bullshit. My uncle didn’t give AF about stuff like that. My aunt didn’t keep THEIR house in pristine condition. His own kids and THEIR wives didn’t live like that. But for some reason, he pulled my husband to the side and said he was disappointed in ME? Will lied about it when confronted and then continued lying until I said we would just have to call my uncle to confirm. He then admitted he lied and said that he had been pushed to a breaking point and was looking for backup anywhere we could find it. From that point, he would only engage in conversation about this if I would discuss it the ways I pushed him to that point.

My uncle died a few years later and I told Will over the phone because he was out. When he got home, he went straight into Zoom meetings. After, he told me that a friend was having a rough day with work and he was going to sit on the porch and talk with him(Covid). When his friend left, my husband texted to let me know he would be going on a drive to clear his head. I later texted him to say that it was disappointing to know that a family member could die and he still won’t do anything to support me. He gave a halfhearted apology and then blamed me for it. From that point, he refused to talk about it if we did not talk about the ways I make it impossible to support me.

Earlier this year, I was trying to get him to understand why I feel so afraid of him. I tried to get him to understand that I never know where the line is with him. He will cross lines of decency and then blame me for it and that scares me. I tried to explain to him that if he will lie to me about my terminally ill uncle being disappointed in me, what won’t he lie about? He then told me that ACTUALLY, my uncle had said all of those things and even MORE things that he didn’t bring up because he didn’t want to hurt my feelings. He said that he only retracted his statement because he didn’t want to get my uncle in trouble. This was complete bullshit. I got off the phone and didn’t know what to do. I was married to a man who would double down on lies about my dead uncle, to gain absolutely nothing.

We were arguing one day and he told me that if anyone heard about the things that have happened between us, no one would believe me. I told him that this felt like a threat and he immediately wanted me to know that he wasn’t trying to threaten me. But that is what is so scary. I know it wasn’t a threat. It’s a fact. No one would believe me. It’s just true.

I don’t even know what I am asking or why I typed all of this out. I thought I would re-read it and know why I feel like I have been run over by a truck but it all seems so small when it is written out. I don’t know what to do, I can’t seem to get myself off the floor, I feel like I have been beaten up and he has never laid a finger on me. It’s just many, many instances like the ones I have described. I don’t know why the cumulative effect has been so hard for me to deal with personally. I am terrified of him and I know he would never strike me. Has anyone ever been in a situation like this and allowed yourself to become ineffective as a result? What steps did you take to start feeling competent again? I feel like I don’t even know where to begin detangling what my life has become.

Bro I blocked her everywhere so she sent an email after many months saying that she regrets it very much. Must admit that apology was very long. Seemed very sincere. But is it simp behavior to answer. Idk, help me out fellas will ya? For background information, she left me because she still had feelings for her ex. I told her to choose one, she chose me initially then bro he a change of mind after not even a month. So naturally I blocked her.

So last year I met a guy (Chris) on Grindr it was hookups at first then fwb he was in my area. we’ve seen each other for about 6 months. I ended up falling for him Fast forward to Halloween we went to Philly with a few of his friends for a Halloween event, they had a costume contest, live music etc. we participated in the Halloween contest as a group. At we were all having a good time then they started taking pictures and videos without me that was a trigger cuz

I’ve had bad experiences in the past with my so call “friends” I felt that they were intentionally excluding me out and have something against me I started having a bad panic attack at this point we were already drinking my nerves and my anxiety don’t mix at all. I started panicking I walked off Chris follows me and I explained to what’s going on and how I felt. After about 30-45 minutes I finally was calm enough to go back so we walked to where his friends were and tried to enjoy the rest of the night.

A couple weeks later we to see black panther Wakanda forever that was the last time I seen him. Thanksgiving rolls around I texted him “Happy thanksgiving” he blocked me on everything I was devastated and fell into a deep depression, months later one day On fb I've seen Chris's profile so I decided to reach out to him to find out what the hell happened. Later that night I went clubbing with some friends dancing all of the sudden I started having bad anxiety and a sick feeling in my stomach after I felt my phone vibrate in my pocket I pulled out my phone and seen that I received a message from Chris on fb messenger.

This is what Chris sent me: “Hey Jaz. I’m well. To start off, a major red flag for me was when I invited you to Halloween and then you had your panic attack that caught me off guard and it seems like you are prone to them and you didn’t let me know. I let that slide at first, but then two weeks later, you wanted to talk about that incident the whole time we were driving to go and see Black Panther 2, twice in a row you made what was supposed to be a good time for both of us become incredibly uncomfortable. That was my last straw honestly. Like I wanted to have a good time with you but you seemed to determined to get upset over something that was in your head. It does not seem like you are interested in seeking therapy or help for whatever causes your anxiety and I’m honestly over black dudes who are aware they have mental or social issues and don’t want to seek help even though they are able to do so. My ex-husband was one of those people. So I’m really not interested in giving a third chance honestly. I don’t have any I’ll will towards you but the energy you give off is not what I want to be around at this point in my life. I don’t have any animosity towards you and wish you the best. Take care” after reading that I was livid I lost it I forward it to a few friends then I deleted it if I replied I would’ve said some horrible things to him.

For starters I’m F20 and she’s F42. I live with her since i’m still in college. I don’t know exactly where to start aside from that she’s so annoying. She doesn’t work full time- nor part time for that matter. She works “on-call” which is only a few times a month. She doesn’t study so she’s mostly just at home, other than when she does decide to go out and do grocery shopping or doing one of her hobbies. Reason to why she doesn’t work regularly is because she simply doesn’t want to, she’s cheating the system with the government, so our rent is lower and dad pays a lot of child support since she’s low income. Last semester i had all my classes in 1 day- which was so terrible for me, if we know how college classes are imagine being in 4 classes back to back to back in 1 day from morning til night, she was always throughout that semester telling me how i don’t do anything in life- how i only go school once a week and it honestly made me so depressed listening to her talk like that to me almost everyday. so this semester i made my college schedule to be everyday 1 class per day so i could stop listening to her non-sense you only go to school once a day bullshit. but now she started saying how i only go class everyday for 3hrs and feel like i did something with my day. excuse me?? it’s not only go to class you also have to study for that class which takes up so much time if you want to achieve good grades and good gpa. during the summer i printed off my resume and applied to have a summer job, she saw my resume and started yelling at me that i can’t go to work or else the rent will go up and how i should only focus on studies and etc…. im just confused she doesn’t let me work, she’s mad i do well in school and go to school- she says i don’t do anything with my life yet i feel like she doesn’t allow me to do much anyways. i don’t have many friends and i don’t go out often if im being honest, it’s hard for me to enjoy doing activities without a friend or someone by my side so i do things i enjoy at home like reading or watching shows, playing video games. i mean thats better then going out drinking clubbing every weekend right? How do i deal with such scenario, she makes me so depressed and i feel like i have no escape from her since she’s at home all the time. she’s always complaining about the things that i don’t do but she doesn’t do it either. me and her do the dishes equally and she cooks rarely, in a blue moon she’ll make a meal. it’s annoying

Hi Everyone,

I am a developer looking to build an app, with the rise of mental health issues, personal problems and other reasons, some people find it difficult to post their situation or talk about it publicly in a platform like reddit or Quora. My idea, is to make an app where people can type the situation they are going through, and within a short time using AI search, to be "matched" with someone going through the same situation currently or has gone through it recently. they can have their own private chat and can optionally remove the anonymousity.

what do you guys think of the idea? I am already very ahead in developing it. I want to hear opinions and ways that you would further widen the use case and the target audience.

So me and my friend are sneaking out tonight and if their parents find out we probably won't be allowed to go outside anymore. We are going to a park not to far away from their house and coming back at 4 or 5. Their parents go to sleep at 1-3 AM and we are going to leave 2-3 AM. There is a ring camera and we are are sneaking out through the backyard. We are planning to bring their phone, snacks, water bottles, and jackets. Any recommendations???

This is serious so pls don’t blow me off because you got insecure or something, im looking for genuine advice.

A little over 2 years ago after getting hired at a retail place with heavy foot traffic I started glowing up physically and am now considered conventionally attractive by the people around me (my own depression and anxiety denies this but the attention doesn’t lie)

It’s driving me nuts tho because I grew up introverted and watching people refuse to speak to me while also refusing to leave my orbit is feeding right into my depressive thoughts of thinking I’ll never be good enough as a friend, partner or even human being.

Coworkers and customers, it’s a lot of people who won’t stop ogling me and talking about me behind my back. This might seem assholeish but the way people smile at me now actually disgusts me. They have no intention of treating me like a person they want to know, they just see that I’m the center of attention and want to bank on me for clout or some shit. Some girls seem like they’d be nice and I know they’re taught that they’re not supposed to approach but I’m struggling to have sympathy for their shyness when I’ve only ever been chastised and outcasted for my introversion and shyness.

I’m trying really hard to ignore these people but like I said, they talk about me and act all weird around me, and the few times I’ve tried interacting with them, they acted weird and cold, just to go back looking to get my attention for no reason.

I keep getting ignored everywhere that I look for advice and my therapist, as much as I love her, doesn’t really understand what I’m going through. Does anyone have anything I can use to keep me going at this job for a few months before I have the opportunity to quit. I used to pray for attractiveness, that feels pretty stupid now.

Hello- I’m so stressed and really need to advice because I’m pregnant and feel so tired. My husband and I got into an argument bc of the way he talks to me. So I tried not to say anything after he spoke to me with attitude and he’s like I know you. What’s wrong and I said nothing I’m fine. I say that because EVERY time I say how I feel he starts to blame him self and start to say “I hate my life, going through a hard time, I always upset you, I hate my career (he makes good money just not the position he use to have), I hate everything in my life…”

So today when he said this I said I’m here for you, I love you, and etc. then he kept saying it so I was like well maybe therapy will help (we already doing therapy but he don’t like the lady so he don’t want to go back) he’s like therapy is a waste of time. They talk about your childhood and useless. I said usually it’s starts from your childhood. I personally done therapy and it helps. So when he say that I was just letting him know that therapy helps but I told him if you don’t want to do that her can go online and find videos about mental health together and we can discuss it. Try to work on it.

So remind you I’m pregnant due this month. He starts to come at me yelling that I’m not there for him. That I don’t say I love you and just be there and say you a good husband. Etc. I said all of that stuff but I guess he just wanted me to say that and not the therapy or try to find videos to help. I get that. He kept talking when I said I love you and be there for you, so I feel like helping is by actually doing something too and not just say I love you it be okay.

He said he’s a grown man and can find his own solutions, I get that. But usually I always have to help my husband. He makes me feel so bad. I told him he might be depressed bc he saying really dark stuff. We have a kid coming so I want him to be okay. He’s like I’m not depressed bc I get up and go to work and do things. And I told him there’s functional depressed. And I shouldn’t have done that. He starts to yell at me again.

I don’t know what I did wrong. I guess he just wanted me to say I love you and let that be it. I did say that but I guess I was trying to find solutions to really help. Was that wrong?

I feel like he does this when we argue. He doesn’t say anything like this when we okay. And I don’t get how he can be alllll sad and then all of sudden start yelling at me and have attitude.

Frankly it’s embarrassing that that they’re googling or asking this. Some are even entitled enough to ask how to claim ‘refugee’ status (ie. commit fraud). Note that they won’t qualify, they created their own set of first world problems. Canada is not about to accept a bunch of freeloaders and moochers, it doesn’t have the housing or infrastructure to support another influx of people. Maybe, they should rethink their💩 ideologies or seek elsewhere…

So for context my dad who’s around 40 years old is a Mexican painter who paints and does work on houses. A few years back he fell off a ladder at work and re hurt his injured knee. He was our only source or income so he filed for workers compensation to have some money while he wasn’t working and my godfather who was his boss basically fired him after.

We haven’t spoken to him since. During that time my dad couldn’t work due to his pain he still kinda suffers from and my mom went back to work for the first time in years. But as my dad managed his pain we had just moved into a more white prominent neighborhood.

He found some work in painting the houses in our neighborhood but since he wasn’t with a company and doing all the work and buying the paint and such himself he had no contracts of any sort. So he goes to this ladies house. Paints it remodels it a bit. She doesn’t fucking pay him afterwards.

I’m sorry it just makes me upset. My fathers a hard working man who even while injured tried to make some money to lift my mothers burden of being a breadwinner for once. And since our neighborhood has HOA they have a Facebook group or something. This one lady was asking the group about power washing and if anyone knew anyone.

One lady recommended my dad saying he did a wonderful job. But this bitch (The lady who owes my dad money) said her son does the same thing and can do it for her. So not only does she have the audacity to not pay my dad but to try and take his work? That’s a different kind of bitch move Yk?

My dad has given up trying to get his money from this lady but I feel so pissed off idk what to think about it and I want some advice if any. I do think this has some underlying racist shit in it towards my dad. We moved during the elections where Trump was first president and the whole neighborhood was red. I don’t know what to think or if there can be anything done but this situation pisses me off.

Context: BF of 4 years unblocks his ex on tiktok, watches a few tiktoks and then blocks her again. this has happened MULTIPLE times. they “dated” in high school and after for a bit but was told by all of his friends and family that he never really asked her to be his girlfriend. when we started dating she was an issue because she would post intentionally and even reached out to him. anyways, 3 years later this is what i’ve got. thoughts??

So, there’s this girl I’ve been talking to (I’ve known her for a long time). We had really good conversations and talked almost daily for the past few months. I even shared a lot of my trauma with her, and she opened up about her own, including personal things like her period. We even had plans to meet last weekend.

But she told me she was sick and wouldn’t be using social media as much. The thing is, she hasn’t been replying to any of my messages. She opens my snaps but doesn’t respond, hangs up on my calls, and only replies when I ask her to check Instagram or Snapchat through WhatsApp. Otherwise, there’s no response (I only use WhatsApp when it’s urgent). Meanwhile, she’s constantly updating her social media but still ignores my messages.

I always answer her calls promptly, even when I’m sick, driving, or in class.

I was planning to tell her about my alcoholic dad and what a piece of garbage he is when we met (which I haven’t shared with anyone before). My birthday is this month (and she knows it), so getting ghosted now or anytime, really feels crazy to me.

I just want to understand what I might have done wrong so I don’t repeat it with anyone else.

i already have a job but i’ve been looking for something better, one of the places i’ve been looking at i stopped by in person to ask if they were hiring

the manager at the time seemed to take a liking to me and told me even tho they weren’t hiring we could go and do a short interview to get to know me and such

it went so well that they said they’d end opening a spot on their site and even gave me the ID so i could search for it specifically

the thing is i never got around to it, i could say all the classic excuses like i been busy with my current job, or my classes, or family stuff but at the end of the day when you really want something you make time for it so i don’t blame anyone but myself

i actually had some time today and decided to look into it but the job ID either expired or someone else got it before me. My first instinct was to go in person again and ask for another chance but I don’t think that’d work. They must think i’m playing them and wasting their time and from their POV i can’t blame em

there are always other jobs but i haven’t had any luck with and that one specifically seemed so promising, i can’t believe i didn’t focus more on it

what do i do? try again? or just move on and see if i can find something else?

Hi all. I am a 24F and for my whole life i feel like i’ve known that I am too nice. I got bullied in high school and middle school and had a hard time defending myself without feeling like a baby. Now in my adulthood I am still struggling with it.

For the past two years I have been at a wfh job so I didn’t have much interaction with people outside of my job but now I work as a receptionist at a doctors office and this job has really showed me that I need to toughen up but idk how to.

Today literally the last patient of the day came to check out and had a terrible attitude. Idk what exactly was her problem but it seems like she was upset for her whole visit and had the same attitude with everyone.

When she came to me she had to pay a copay and pay for her eye glass prescription which would come out to $80. She told me “I’m not fucking paying $80”. When pts start getting angry or defensive with me I freeze up inside and I can feel my heart racing faster. I started stuttering to tell her the difference between the copay and prescription fee and she kept trying to find things to pick at.

A couple of the techs were there as she was the last patient and I heard one say “i could hear her voice change when she sounded flustered” in reference to me.

Im sitting here crying about it now and I hate how sensitive I am. I’m such a good person and everyone around me is mean I want to be able to be mean to any and everyone.

Any advice would be appreciated. Thanks

I am literally so broken right now. I am such a softie for animals and it really hurts to even think about this rn. My landlord has this small Jackie named Peanut and ever since I moved in, Peanut has always been super drawn to me. We hang out a lot, go on walks, play at the park everything. My landlord is hardly home so it's really me and him most of the time. Well, Peanut has always snuck out of the house and then comes back as he pleases (according to my landlord) which, personally, I would not allow for my own dog but it's his dog.

I work overnight and as I said, landlord is never home. So I would lock Peanut inside when I leave for work because I walk and take the bus and sometimes he follows me out of the house, and I always have to make him go back. Well, Last week I guess Peanut had an accident while I was at work and landlord was out doing God knows what all night and didn't come home to let him out. So he gets super PO and texts me a whole rant about not letting his dog inside anymore and to leave him out. So I did.

Last night, Peanut sneaks out after me to work and of course, I put him back. But he KEEPS sneaking out. I keep telling him to go back. Eventually, he does. Or so I thought. 20 minutes into the walk, as I'm arriving to my bus stop I notice Peanut behind me. I get super irritated because I know I can't miss the bus to take him home, I can't bring him with me and I don't have service to call my landlord who also, was nowhere near home at the time anyway. I urge him to go home and he doesnt.

Long story short, I have to get on the bus and Peanut starts FREAKING OUT. Running in front of the bus, all in the street and then literally almost gets hit by a car chasing the bus. I couldn't see him but this is was the bus driver said was happening behind us. I was SO stressed and sad because I feel like it's my fault but I don't know what I could have done differently.

I hoped when I got home this morning, he'd be at the gate to greet me but he wasn't and isn't. My landlord still isn't home so I can't even tell him what's going on. Im so sad because I feel like he was MY dog and I don't know if I'll ever see him again. 😔 we weren't THAT far from home so idk why he wouldn't come back.

I feel even worse knowing I'll have to break the news when I EVENTUALLY catch my landlord.. I've never lost a dog before and even though he isn't mind I feel shitty and im not really sure what to do. I'm like losing it mentally because I can't really handle knowing he might have died chasing me. I know he doesnt know any better and I feel so horrible for not doing more but I just don't know what I could have done without fucking myself over in the process. I'm also starting to resent tf out of my landlord for not caring more about Peanut. He deserves so much more care and attention. He's been a good boy to the very end

Part of me wants to hope he's still out there, maybe someone took him in or maybe he chased the bus so far he just got too lost to get back home. I dont know how to look for Peanut or even tell my landlord what happened. And I'm sorry if this isn't the right sub, I'm just so done

I (16F) am a grade 11 student at an art school in Canada. I am seriously considering dropping my vocal music class and I need some advice.

I'd like to clarify that I have good grades in this class and the teacher is a wonderful woman.

It's a big class of 35-ish grade 9, 10, and 11 students and it can get loud which I expected. Now here's the real problem, they don't know when to shut up. Now I know that it's a large music class so there will be the occasional humming/gossip during class hut what they do is way too much. It takes my teacher maybe 5 minutes at the beginning of each class to get everyone to be quiet and she has to constantly remind people to not talk over her and that on certain days she can't talk loud because of her being in a choir. But they don't care. They are always talking and it takes forever to get anything done.

Recently we had a day where we had to run a final rehearsal for two choir songs we would prefom at our school's remembrance day assembly. The problem was our teacher was away and we had to organize ourselves. A small group of students tried to organize everyone and at first it worked until we had to get into groups for our parts, everyone was talking and not organizing at all while the other students struggled to get them in place.

I had enough I snapped and yelled at them to get in the groups (I admit I shouldn't have yelled). One of the people with the worst talking problem said there was no need to tell and I snapped back before I could think and called her out on being one of the most chatty. I spent the rest of the class period in the hall (with supply teacher permission) and refused when my classmates tried to get me inside and talked to me like I was a ticking time bomb that couldn't work with others.

For context I don't snap at people easily. It takes me have a really good reason and them pushing my limits for too long, which they did for a little over 2 months as I bit my tounge. It's also important to note that I have ADHD and (for me personally, I don't speak for others with ADHD) it is hard for me to get overstimulated. But this class gets me overstimulated, stressed, and irritated about twice a week at this point.

I've been in a toxic classroom before and can't go through it again since the last time caused be to become suicidal (I'm better now). I just want some help to figure out if I'm making the right decision by dropping the class.

TLDR:

I want to drop my music class because the people in it are very disrespectful of others and the teacher. I finally snapped at them (admittedly not a good idea) after 2 months of biting my tounge. The class causes me nothing but stress and overstimulation and I want get out. I need some advice.

Also: I can legally drop the class this late since it's an elective, I checked.

I(25) have a 23 year old younger sister and me and my parents have no clue what to do with her.

The biggest headache started after she got pregnant. She hid it from us and we found out only after she was 6 months in. Parents were pissed but eventually forgave her and told her to study hard and do well and get a job, till then they will look after her and the baby and if she contact's the baby's father, parents will never support her as the guy was a drug addict. We then cut off all the ties with the guy's family as they were a bad bunch too. My parents provided everything for her and the baby and she was able to finish her masters in a different state while mom looked after the baby at home.

She recently finished her masters and went home to be with the child and prepare for NET. Now my parents are complaining about her as her behaviour was too much. She's at home the whole day with the child and when parents come home from work the chores are not done and no dinner is cooked. When asked, she replied that she was so busy with the child that she didn't had time to do any work. The child being a baby sleeps for 1-2 hrs every afternoon and my sister sleeps when he sleeps...

Things then spiralled out even more when the child's birthday was approaching. She asked parents to call relatives to celebrate birthday. Parents were pissed because it was her duty as the mother of the child to call relatives for the birthday party but she implied in a way that made the grandparents be the inviter. My parents were angry and wanted to cancel the party but didn't say anything and proceeded with it as it was her first time home and celebrating it with her child.

I am someone who hardly talks so unless it's mom calling to tell me things I don't talk much. So during one of those times when mom called she mentioned about the behaviour of my sister and how things are at home like how she keeps the child so spoiled, never scolds and keeps pampering the child. Does not do any housework at all even a bit of cooking especially for dinner as they come back tired from work. When mom is talking on the phone to someone the child will come and disturb her and my sister will just stand by the child and observe him.

After listening to this I called and ask my other sibling who was at home and they said the house has become more chaotic and the baby is too spoiled and pampared. So i texted her just once to not let the baby be too pampered and she immediately stopped responding to my messages when she had been doing fine before. Then I called her and asked her how things were and after a bit of talking I asked her if she had been helping with chores and said only once that mom mentioned that she doesn't help much so it would be nice if she did. Then she goes 'you'll never understand, so just come home and see' and kept the call and since that day has never picked my call nor talked to me at all.

She went and complained to mom about how mom tells me and her friends everything about her and is mad at her. Just a few days back was my mom's birthday and she did not even wish her...

My parents are so tired with her behaviour. Any advice that we give, she takes it the wrong way and shuts us out.

What should we do? What is wrong with her behaviour? Are we wrong in advising her?

I can't manage to get over my ex and carry on with my life, we were in a relationship for just over 5 years Before that we were best friends, always spending time together. He ended up moving in with me (still living with my parents). After 2 years into our relationship we had the opportunity to move out and live on our own this was all just before Covid and i found out I was pregnant we ended up moving back in with my family (worst mistake ever) Everything just slowly started falling apart and the more i tried to fight against it the more everything worsen. in 2022 he decided to go live with family and look for a job so that we can bw on our own again with our child. After that happened he changed completely I didn't know this person. Up until now he can't answer my question as to why he decided to end everything. He is so cold towards me. I can't understand why he gave up, why was our family not good enough for him That hurts so much. It's been over 2 years now and it still feels like yesterday that he left. Why doesn't this hurt, sad, angry feelings go away. Why can't I let go HOW DO I STOP THIS

Why do my thoughts have 180° twist in a day

I am 26, Virgin, never gone into a relationship, I have very good friends who are girls, I do okay okay conversation with other girls too. ( Just an intro)

But when it comes to doing any message to a girl who may not be doing a good response, I may usually slip to text her again in the night, but if for a reason I missed to do it, and when I wake up in the morning, I will not message.. I have very firm thoughts in the morning but when the night starts and I come tired from office, I may message that person, despite I would never do it in the morning. ( Same kinda thing like when you mast**bate at night and in the next morning you think you won't do that again and then we know the story ahead).

Also I hate myself when I leave from home to the office in the morning saying why I sleep over long hours, why I didn't wake up / stood up late to study / for my goals, but the same day when I come back home from office obviously exhausted after a total 12 hours, I surrender on bed, and sleep watching shorts etc. Also, Same feeling when I do not Fully utilize my weekend.

Why this kinda 180° degree switch in a day?

so starting from the title I (19m) have been hurting my girlfriend(18F) for quite a while now not my intention of doing it I can say I love her very much care for her and strive to be better for her I try to communicate never did I get angry on her or shout on her I let her do whatever she wants but sometimes one moment we are happy and enjoying juts 2 mins later it is a fight I try to calm the situation but it just escalates too quickly I try to be with her anytime she needs me but we don't stay together so mobile is the only situation and conicidentaly by some circumstances am not always there to pick it up which leads to her thinking I don't prioritize her or my priority towards her is conditional I have been thinking for a while now just today she was having her mood swings cuz of periods it is not started yet but before them we were joking happily playing around and I was just trying to lighten up her mood she told me to stop but I thought we were just playing around and tried to like distract her from cramp pain but suddenly she starts crying then got angry next thing i know it escalated really quickly and she made a cut on her arm she have done it before cuz of her parents but she started it again and i think am the reason for all this I love her but now i think am hurting her too much so I ask you guys is it oki to let her go I will devastated yeah but I think at least she will be oki ah also the feelings we have for each other are mutual !!!

I am a 16 year old boy and I have a neighbor who sometimes goes up to me when she sees me. She is very religious and seems like a good person but she made two comments the first time I met her that made me feel a little weird. Keep in mind she is in her 70s so i don't know if she is all there. I am not trying to make fun of her or downplay her but the two comments she made were... "I wish I had met you earlier" (in a slightly flirty way and she might have winked) "I'll be in My bikini next time you see me and come over"

This was back in July when I first met her and she has never made any other comments like that but I sort of feel weird when she comes up to me. Today I was raking leaves and when I saw her walking towards me and I walked away immediately but she called me over. I was very abrupt today when I talked to her.

I'm not trying to call her anything because I'm not scared of her I just don't know if I feel right around her. I shrugged it off when she made those comments but the more I think about it's just weird and no one else would really say something like that. What should I do? Please ask any questions

For some background, I (Female) am currently in high school along with my bf (S) and this girl (E). I am not technically dating S but it it’s very obvious to everyone we know that be are basically a couple and almost everyone knows that we are just not “dating” for reasons that are unimportant to this post. S is an amazing person and we are perfect for each other and everyone admires us as a couple. We have been a thing for close to 2 years and prior to that S had dated E. They ended up breaking up because E was lying to S about multiple things and was not looking for a relationship as much as she just wanted the title. Now S and I are in a very heathy relationship. E has continued to very obviously flirt with S throughout the past 2 years despite being in multiple relationships during that time. She is currently talking to a guy I go to school with and am relatively close with. E has no problem deliberately flirting with S in front of me and pretends that her and I are friends. I have not liked her for years before this for how she acted during our friendship and I have had no intention of talking to her even before she mistreated S. E will do things like invade S’s space and act as a pick me in order to try to get his attention. He has told me multiple times how uncomfortable this makes him and that he does everything he can to show her he is uninterested. This also makes me uncomfortable as she is obsessed with S and tries to demean me constantly. How do I go about stopping her doing these things? I have thought about telling the boy she is talking to about these things but I honestly don’t think it will do anything as neither of them really care about having a healthy relationship. I have asked multiple people if I am overreacting and everyone has told me no and that she is way out of line. What do I do?

When I was a child I was abandoned and pretty much left in a basement with very little this took place from around 6-11. At 12 I moved with my mom and things got a lot better in that sense. After much therapy and lots of different meds. They believe I have autophobia - the fear of being alone. I just don’t think it’s doing anything. I tried different types of therapy and therapist. Different meds and it’s just incredibly expensive and I don’t see anything changing I’ve been trying to figure this out for 5 years now. I’m 26 now

I go to the gym regularly I eat right and try to stay healthy I have hobbies I have a strong support system

But I can’t get a grip. I love to go out and do things but if I don’t have anyone to go with me I get so frustrated and scared. I can do things by myself like go to the gym and stuff but I fucking hate it.

Ex. I love to snowboard and I have a hard time going if no one can go with me and none of friend like to snowboard so it’s just me and I just won’t go. It’s depressing and I’m missing out on so much.

I (25f) was in a committed relationship to my ex (same age, m) about 3 years ago, and our relationship lasted about 3 years. So, we’ve been broken up for a while now, and I have a new boyfriend and I think he’s with someone else too, we haven’t had any contact since the breakup really.

I am an anxious person, and I’ve been really stressed out lately and feeling ashamed about nude photos/videos I’ve sent my ex in the past. I was young and immature and yeah…my face is in them all too. But, we only exchanged nudes over Snapchat, or iMessage where the message in our texts themselves was immediately deleted and the downloaded photo or video was then put into a private folder on our phones.

When we broke up, I deleted everything I had from him, and I’m hoping he did the same since he’s also in a relationship, but the what ifs are playing in my head. What if he didn’t delete them, etc. Which, I know, my brain should have thought about that before I even sent them, but I did feel pressure in the relationship to do so. I know the chances of them being shared or leaked are really, really low, given that we were pretty safe when we shared them between each other, but I still feel pretty icky.

Anyway…does anyone have any advice about getting over these feelings?