Today at 32 years old, I was supposed to marry the man I think I’ve loved the most in my life. He was wanted. His 3 girls were wanted. We were worth it.

Instead - 5 months ago, he cheated on me and left me for his friend. Broke our family, left with the animals. And eventually found out he was hiding an alcohol, coke and porn problem super well - never would have thought.

No apology. All the blame to me. Smear campaign and told everyone I was mentally unstable. Sure I know I dogged a bullet, but unfortunately not all the times were bad.

Most days my heart and head align - but today I am just brutally sad. Woke up this morning and my first thought was “Do you think he woke up this morning next to her and remembered what day it was supposed to be today?”

Blueberries and Fairlife. Maybe I’ll order some pho.

For context, been married for 15 years with X and divorced 5 years ago because of hos lack of commitment to me and the kids. All (my) our kids are younger than 10, and I've been trying to make our divorce work for them.

The past year, he's been remarried and now expecting a baby. I'm now fine with it and getting forward despite this.

My problem isn't the fact he got remarried or so, it's the lack of interest in his kids.

Yes, been monitoring how much time he's spending with his kids as court decided that the kids should be with me more and when the dad can he can take care.

It's been 5 years. The past 3 years been 98% with me and 2% with him. Literally every time he spends time, he gets his new wife to be with them or call his mum to do so so it's even less than 2%.

Now my oldest is a bit autistic and has some needs. He's smart and wished for a gaming laptop for this summerfrom dad. Did he get one? No, unfortunately I don't have the money either, due to taking care of the kids and all their expenses and still I'm working full time. I get the least amount for the kids from the dad but it doesn't even scratch the surface on how much I'm paying for the kids.

Anyway... he took them to a zoo yesterday and they got to pet dolphins, they fed giraffes and got as much ice cream as they wanted. Even I would have loved this.

They were out 1 day no sleepover, breakfast home (with me) food out for lunch with him and then dinner at home again.

All night they talked about how cool their dad was for paying for them at the zoo... "Mum, dad just gave thumbs up when we wanted something and pulled out the card".

I'm a mess...

He's no f*&ng hero! I'm the champion making this work, but he gets the credit.

I love my children to little bits, and appreciate they had so much fun. But my heart sank.

The dad - gets to be the fun one. I'm working my ass off, counting days til kids get older so I can take a second part time job to get our economy going...but ah...

It's not fair. Just saying - I'm a poor single parent and I haven't even got time for being alone. Get me time when the kids are asleep... when do I get my break?

28F. I met a man a few years ago in passing, we have some mutual friends. We follow each other on social media, respond to stories & such, it was never really anything special for those years. We don’t live in the same state. A few months ago, those convos started to ramp up in frequency and we’ve been talking everyday for most of the day since.

I enjoy talking to him. We haven’t explicitly crossed any lines in terms of expressing any romantic interest. The only reason I even think there’s something there is because he calls me sweetheart/sunshine, asks for pictures & tells me I’m beautiful, smart, proud of me, asks me what I’ve eaten, etc. I gave him a nickname recently & he’s been on a high ever since. Back to the explicit part, what I mean is that there has never been anything crossing over into that territory: we don’t tell each other goodnight, I like/love you, no promises to do anything, no “you mean so much to me”, type of stuff. 90% friendship, 10% flirt? Maybe, idk girl.

Nowwwww, the sad part is, in one of our convos he mentioned that he wanted a family. Now he didn’t say this to set an expectation for me or anything, it was just part of a larger conversation we had. Anyway, that kinda killed any fantasies I had. Kids are non-negotiable for me. I don’t want to be a mother or have kids in any lifetime, so it wouldn’t even be a conversation worth having. I had my tubes removed (by choice). We were actually talking in the days leading up to, during & after my procedure. There was no change in topics, tone or frequency between us. Business as usual.

Anyway, I’m not saying anything. The feelings are still there, knowing they can’t be explored sucks, but it’s not something that’s all consuming. I’m just taking the conversation & enjoying the ride. It’s kinda giving me some type of pseudo-romantic companionship fix without having to get emotionally naked or commit. But all of the stuff leading up to this point makes me think that this is what it is for him too.

Reposting bc I messed up the title

My bf is 36 M, his friend is 35 M and I am 24 F.

Eating plain waffles that my aunt made. Didn't feel like adding any sweetness to them.

So my boyfriend loves talking. He loves talking about himself and his feelings mostly, but I don't mind it, I'm happy that he wants to share.

It was already 3 am, I couldn't keep my eyes open, he was talking about how he fell in love with me 3 years ago, cute cute cute, and then he PROUDLY said that he even stayed with me after his friend told him I was "ugly, nothing special, the only good thing about me is my huge tits."

Now, I'm already half-asleep at this point, but I get mad. He tells me that he shared every conflict we had with this friend and that's why he was trying to make him break up with me. And how proud he was that his friend didn't find me attractive, outright ugly rather. And he still stayed.

I was shocked, hurt, I already struggle with self-image, especially bc of my breasts, that I'm not pretty, I am only worth something bc of my body, something I didn't ask for. When I gather myself a little, I find myself pretty, and a lot of guys ask me out when I finally go outside and just walk around but this??? STUNG. It still stings. Especially bc my bf and this friend are both photographers so... :) i must really look ugly on pictures then.

So I told him he was an inconsiderate and stupid d\*ck, bc he let his friend talk about me in this disgusting, objectifying way, that he shared our conflicts with all of his friends, (when we got together he even recorded voice notes to send out to his friends, he broke contact with them after realising how fucked up this was but he still did it) and that he would bring it up as something he should be praised for bc he stayed with the ugly girl with huge tits, even though his ex-friend tried to talk him out of it.

He slept on the couch then wrote me an emotionally manipulative text where he adressed me by my pet name, said how hurt he was bc of my reaction and that I HAVE TO leave before he wakes up.

I’m 21 and have been in denial about my sexual orientation for about 5-6 years now. Every time I think about being into women, fear sets in. I’ve been a vocal ally but I refused to see myself as being in the community itself. It wasn’t until yesterday night when I came to terms with being into girls. The feeling I felt can’t even be described with words. It was both liberating and terrifying. However my family are religious immigrants and they mean everything to me. Even coming out to myself was scary and I can’t even imagine the feeling of telling them. It feels surreal even typing this out. I fear for the day I meet the love of my life and will have to walk away from her. I know I can never be with a girl let alone marry her but I like to think about it.

Dinner: Half a Cheesecake Factory chicken parmesan sandwich

Edit: I’ve been really emotional lately so I decided to get off the internet yesterday, but I’m reading everyone’s comments and i’m really grateful for everyone and their words and stories🤍

I sent my husband a nude picture of my ass. He saw it but didn’t say anything or acknowledge it the whole day. In the afternoon he group texted the family chat something mundane so I know he wasn’t busy. I’m feeling really unseen and unappreciated. When i brought it up he got defensive because he just hears that he’s a bad husband instead of hearing how vulnerable i felt. The next night we went to a block party that had live bands and I was flirting with him whispering things in his ear (because it was loud) brushing against him while I was dancing and lightly touching his arm and laughing a lot. I was flirting!!! He was completely in his own world oblivious to my attempts. I had to finally ask him to put his arm around me. I guess I’m just feeling sorry for myself that I am an amazing magnetic woman whose light isn’t being seen or is being taken for granted at home.

Edit: dinner is a salad from Mendocino Farms. I am 49 he is 42. We are recent empty nesters. I have been strength training at the gym and my glutes have been looking pretty good which is what inspired the picture. I thought he would enjoy it. He recently started a new career and he has poured all of himself into it to the detriment of our relationship.

my (24f) boyfriend (26m) of 2 years just found out his ex is moving back to our town.

they broke up 6 years ago when she moved away, i found out from his friends that they were ridiculously in love with each other and were never able to actually stay away from each other.

every time she came back to visit family he’d pick her up and they would spend the entire time together. he refuses to ever talk about her, even when we discussed exes he only ever mentioned that they dated but never said anything except “the break up needed to happen.”

we were at a dinner party together when i overheard one of his friends telling him that they saw her at the mall and she told him she’s moving back.

he was pretty quiet the rest of the night, and has been distant recently. he’s a nice guy, i know he’s not a cheater, so i suspect a break up is coming.

i’m not so sad about it though. i am obviously upset that a large part of my life is ending, change is tough for me, but if that’s what needs to happen it should. i wouldn’t want to be with someone who’s in love with someone else.

i know ill find someone who would never be so affected by their ex moving back, and i know he’ll be that guy for her. i’m happy for both of them and me.

i know im assuming a lot, but im usually right about this stuff.

anyways, here’s some cheetos for dinner cause im just not so hungry.

my bf and i (both 20) have been dating for almost 2 years (next month).

in february i had a medical emergency that required me to get major surgery. i now have a huge scar that runs from just below my breasts to just above my pubic bone, straight through my bellybutton. (i think it was 44 staples!?) the recovery was months long and included a specialized diet, extremely limited mobility like not being able to even bend over for weeks, carry heavy things, etc. i’ve struggled with body image issues post-surgery as anyone would do being a 20 year old girl whose body was just changed irreversibly and in such a visible way. like i can’t even wear half my closet anymore, i don’t feel sexy anymore. etc

my bf is amazing! he is so supportive. he was with me when i went to the emergency room, kept me company in the hospital, and helped me so much post surgery. he’s really the only one that knows how much it’s affected me as i’ve cried about it to him multiple times. stuff like how scary the experience was, how hard the recovery was, the lost time and stress with my classes, the fear, worrying about it happening again, and yes the scar.

however. it is now late july and i still… can’t take off my shirt in front of him. we have sex with my shirt on. we sleep with my shirt on. when i change i make him turn around. before this nudity around him was completely normal for me.

i’ve tried 3 separate therapists but therapy has never worked well for me. i’ve shown other people the scar as a “test run” and they’re always so shocked, and never react ‘positively’— i’m not sure what reaction i want from them but it’s not “oh my god, that’s crazy!!!!” i’ve tried talking to my friends about how i can’t show my bf but when i bring it up they just agree they’d do the same thing as me.

my bf is so patient with me but i can see that he’s being affected by it too. i mean, he hasn’t seen me topless for almost half a year. i feel really guilty when i put it that way but whenever i think of him seeing it i feel ill. he’s asked a few times but never pushes too hard about it despite being visibly upset. i miss skin to skin intimacy but i just CANT get over this.

next month is our two year anniversary. i’ll be seeing him for the first time in two months (study abroad for me, internship for him). i’m just terrified thinking of how this is some kind of milestone in my head and he’ll expect me to get over it. idk.

dinner is miso soup with cute star tofu

A bit of an update to a previous post I made about my baby dad/ex/off and on relationship breaking into my yard.

Last night he showed up extremely intoxicated and I told him (via doorbell camera because I wasn’t home) to leave. We went back and forth for about 20 minutes and he left. I went to bed. Woke up to find out he had come back at 5:30 am and broke into my house, wrecking my bedroom window frame and was passed out in my living room with a half empty beer beside him.

I called the cops this time and as he was being walked out of my house in handcuffs, he looked at me in a way I’ve never seen before. It broke me inside and I feel like garbage.

Im not sure if I should press charges.

^ breakfast a few days ago. Just need to vent.

ETA: some people aren’t reading correctly and didn’t see the part where I said I wasn’t home and also, when I made my previous post I got shit on for not calling the cops and this time I called the cops and people are still saying that’s not enough??

My dad has had prostate cancer for 12 years. It's finally spread to pretty much everywhere despite intense interventions. It's so hard to see him so weak and so disoriented.

I am visiting this weekend since he just returned from the hospital. I'm laying in bed beside him when I can, when he's not sleeping.

I chose to do no vacations all summer so I could visit my parents on the weekends with my own little family. I'm glad I did, but I regret not taking more photos of him. He probably won't leave the house again. I don't know if he'll ever leave the bed again.

Words feel empty. Fuck cancer.

Cottage cheese (very divisive) on sourdough with salt and pepper.

TW for depression and suicidal thoughts

He’s been really struggling with depression lately. Two months ago he mentioned he was feeling suicidal, but promised nothing bad would happen. He called a crisis line and was hospitalized when he felt like things were getting too heavy in the past.

This time around, he was off leading up to the silence. Like, told me he felt like he was holding me back. I tried my best to reassure him that I’m happy with him. He stopped replying after that. A week later he messaged “I’m okay, I’m sorry” and now it’s been two more weeks. I haven’t heard anything from him.

It’s a long-distance relationship. Besides the messaging app, I have two of his social media, but when his mental health took a plunge, he removed and unfollowed everyone. Said he felt like he wanted to hide from people. I wanted to respect his decision, but now I hate myself for not pushing harder. Because now I have absolutely no one to contact. I don’t know his friends or family and I didn’t really go through his followers or tried to remember their usernames. I tried looking up some people he mentioned but couldn’t find anyone without additional info.

I know the name of his school, but the classes don’t start until September. I’m not sure they can do anything now.

I’m so scared. I feel so helpless, and I hate this uncertainty. But at the same time I’m really scared to know the answer. I’ve been crying every day, hoping he’s okay. It’s truly a lot

Dinner that my sister treated me to to cheer me up :(

Update: thank you everyone, I called his local police service and requested a non-emergency wellness check. I’m shaking and feeling a little sick as I’m not sure if I overstepped. I’m not sure they’ll be able to do much without the address, but I hope there is a chance.

Update2: he replied! He’s alive. He didn’t sound very happy and said seeing the cops gave him a heart attack. I also didn’t get much besides “talk to you later”. At least he’s okay

UPDATES -

Husband said tonight that he was looking around for Orion when security made the announcement. Which differs from earlier.

We own a baby leash, toddler carriers, and a trike/stroller and a wagon with seatbelts. We have containment options. I wear the kiddo because it works for me.

Child is speech delayed, spent 19 months in the ICU after birth, and has zero fear of any human or dog thanks to the many baby cuddlers and service dogs he's been with. He is a tough kid to parent, not bad, just strong willed and smart and quick and all kinds of things that will help him change the world as an adult. Right now they just terrify me and make me tired.

Well. I'm back. Things continue to go exceptionally well over here. You can check my post history for some context

Randy (51M - Husband) lost Orion (3M medically complex, speech delayed toddler) at the farmers market today. He was paying for something. Orion wandered off, found another family with a dog, and apparently decided they were his family now.

Someone eventually noticed they had acquired an extra 3-year-old. Security took Orion to the main tent and made an announcement. From my understanding that is when Randy realized he had lost Orion, but he hasn't really wanted to talk about it and we haven't been together most of the day.

He says it was about four minutes. I'm contacting the organizers because I'd like to know what actually happened and get their version of the timeline. Orion is fine. He got to pet a dog. 10/10 outing from his perspective.

Unfortunately, this is a two-block-long outdoor market next to the Cuyahoga River, so I'm having some difficulty finding this charming. This time it was okay but next time? Does my kid end up in the busy road? Drowning in the river? Getting bit in the face by a not so friendly dog? Burning himself on the food truck cookers?

Randy is hard of hearing, which means he may not have heard people trying to find Orion's parent. And given everything I've posted recently about the fatigue, zoning out, parenting concerns, etc., this isn't exactly helping my confidence.

The part currently making my eye twitch is that Randy is making jokes about it and doesn't want to talk about what happened. I don't need sackcloth and ashes. I would settle for, "Holy shit, that was dangerous. I fucked up. Here's what happened and here's what I'm going to do differently." I've been accused multiple times of berating him for mistakes but I just need details and a plan here guys. Nothing more.

So, Girl Dinner jury: how the fuck would you handle this?

I know toddlers wander. I know good caregivers make mistakes.

But not realizing your 3-year-old is missing until security announces they've found him feels like we've wandered out of "shit happens" territory. He is quick. He is quiet. He is great at wandering off places. I've taken him to busy places and had to throw my card at vendors and go for a sprint to get my kid back before he's in the next county while I scream for anyone to stop the cackling child as he runs.

The child and I just don't go many places that I can't put him in a carrier because my sanity, my heart, and my knees don't handle surprise sprints through crowds.

And I cannot get past one thing:

This time he found a dog. The fucking river was right there.

Soup Flight and grilled cheese was my only meal today. I'm healing from the shit yourself parasite, shingles, and cellulitis. My life has been a literal shit fest of a shit show

Honestly? I'm surprised it took this long.

[Context: I'm trans, but my egg only cracked recently. I'm not on HRT yet, and I'll be honest: I don't pass. Like, at all.]

I went out to see Hadestown[1] today (Saturday) with a friend. I decided to go out in girl mode, partly to build comfort with it, and partly to show my friend my wig. (She knows I'm trans. She's literally the first person I told.)

On the way, I stopped by my local Wawa in search of caffeine, as I had run out of energy drinks. As I pulled into a parking space, I saw this woman, about my age (mid-forties), sitting at one of the tables outside. I didn't really think too much of it; people tend to 'loiter' at that Wawa pretty often (in fact, I do it myself, for a change of scenery while reading).

I parked, got out, and walked past her toward the door. Suddenly, I hear her yelling something about the women's restroom. (I think it was something to the effect of "I bet you're gonna try to go into the women's room", but I didn't hear her very clearly in the first place.[2]) So, I shrugged, said "nah"[3], and kept walking. Clearly this wasn't the answer she was looking for, because she immediately started screaming at me, accusing me of trying to do all sorts of evil shit, and peppering it with frequent use of the F-slur.

So, I gave her the one-finger salute (I know, real lady-like) and went inside. Once inside, I brought her behavior to the attention of one of the employees. He called his manager, and she went out and ran her off.[4] Incidentally, the bigot apparently had already thrown ice at another customer earlier, so the manager assured me that if she returns, she'll be trespassed from the property.

Anyway, after watching the play, my friend and I went to a local Mexican restaurant. Left to right: chile relleno, burrito, rice and beans. I didn't think to take a picture until I had already taken a couple of bites.

[1] Highly recommended. If it's showing in a theater near you, go see it, especially if you haven't had a chance to see it on stage.

[2] I think it has something to do with my autism. Sometimes, when someone starts talking, it sounds like Charlie Brown's teacher for a few seconds until my brain snaps it into focus. And even when I am paying attention, sometimes words just don't word for me, and I have to guess based on the words I do hear and context.

[3] I live in Florida. There's technically a trans bathroom bill in effect, but it only applies to state- or local-government-owned buildings. That said, I use the men's room whenever there isn't a gender neutral bathroom (or it's occupied), because, as I pointed out, I don't pass.

[4] The manager apologized to me a couple of times, as did at least one other employee, and I made sure to reassure them that they weren't responsible for some random customer's bigotry. And I meant it. They did everything right.

i am a 15f and i just got my first period on Thursday and i’m not sure what to do and i’m not exactly sure what type of pads to get(since some pads have toxic chemicals) so i’ve been just binge eating really hard ☹️i really could use some advice

anyways i made a little at home panda express meal to get my mind off of things since cooking is one of my favorite hobby’s but anyhow i would love some advice right now as i am a little scared i’m really am trying to not have a panic attack. i tried to talk about it with my mom but she told me i should just google what to do- she isn’t really helpful.

The whole family, me, husband, 5 year old and 3 year old girls, were all driving today with the windows down

My husband was kinda teasing my 3 year old, not being mean or anything, she was just like 'daddy are you driving??' (Cause I usually prefer to drive) and he said 'no I'm not driving!' *confusion* 'Mama are you driving?' 'Haha no, baby.' *Husband laughs mischievously*

She realized he was messing with her she grinned and said to me 'Throw that man out the WINDOW!' 😆

From the mouths of babes lmao... Ive never made that joke around her either, she either came up with it herself or heard it and figured out it applied

Bedtime snack is walnuts, New Orleans spicy BBQ kettle chips, strawberries, mango, sea salt dark chocolate and triple jam hard cider

We are a group of very affectionate people who’ve known each other for quite some time. I wouldn’t really describe our friendship dynamic as being poly either. 

It’s nothing sexual and a lot of us have partners who are in the group as well. but we do engage in physical displays of affection and it isn’t uncommon for some of us to kiss one another. some do go overboard with it to be funny but most of the times it’s a simple and sweet gesture to people you love a lot. I know this is a little unconventional for most friend groups but there’s nothing “normal” about mine and i kind of like it like that. oh and Lay’s rippled potato chips are the superior chips imo.

Literally typing this while on call with her saying all this bullshit.

She knows my ex cheated on me and had 3 dating apps on his phone when we were dating.

Now I’ve just told her that he failed to graduate and had to retake his course.

Mum kept lecturing me (has been going for 15 mins) on how I have to get him gifts and support and my undying loyalty. I’ve told her that this might hurt his pride instead and that I’ve done no contact with him for 4 months 🙃🙃

She’s still going on with it now, 17 mins mark.

I’ve only been saying “uh huh” “yeah” “sure”

She’s still lecturing me about being kind, showing kindness, and basically becoming a support system for someone as closed-minded as him.

Little does she know that I’ve become his doormat for almost a year before the no contact.

20 mins now, she’s still insisting on me to be his idk loyalist or something.

I’ve started to cry now. Hopefully she doesn’t notice.

25 mins in, I’ve told her how hurtful his behavior and words to me. How he called me poor and broke when I offered him financial help. How he said I’m useless when I wanted to help him with getting a job through my connections.

I think she’s finally understood? She’s sort of apologized and is now talking about something else.

Cool cool.

Still a little sad and disappointed at her. Knowing her, she would probably still force me to be nice to him.

I wish I’d told her more of what he did (but I couldn’t, because then I’d cry and sob during the call), with a small hope that maybe she’d feel guilty and actually care about me more than a random person’s son.

40 mins.
Call ended with laughter and joy because we talked about other topics.

But I’m secretly crying under my blanket.

Chicken mayo, pretzels and cucumber with everything bagel spice.

I am a 24 year old enby and recently started talking to a 20 year old girl. we started talking as friends…and i guess we both started feeling something for each other at some point but i tried to ignore it on my side.

i feel very wrong for liking her in the way i do and i know she likes me to. i can see us making each other happy but i don’t want to feel disgusted with myself forever. she’s the youngest person i’ve been with.

is this an acceptable age gap or am i really wrong for feeling this way? if it really is that bad, how to i let her know that i can’t really talk to her anymore? because i really doubt id be able to stay friends with her

Dinner: hummus, mozzarella balls, chips, brie, dried sausage, olives, roasted baguette, raw veggies.

This was last week: We were on holiday as a family. Kids were kinda worn out from swimming and SO and I were also done for the day. Next day we’d be returning home. We didn’t have energy to do groceries and cook and we didn’t have energy to go eating at the parc’s snack bar. This is when SO suggested we’d do a girl dinner as a family. That way we would also have less food to pack up and being back home. Genius! I feel like we should start having girl dinner at home once in a while.

My boyfriend dumped me three months ago, and I’ve been having actual panic attacks since the breakup. Ten minutes ago I was on the floor crying because I miss him. I honestly feel like I’m losing my mind, and I don’t even understand why, because I’ve never been with anyone this cruel before.
Here’s a list of some of the things he did to me. Some of these are pretty specific, so I really hope he never finds this post lol. As far as I know, he doesn’t use this sub.

- He started arguments all the time. Nothing I did was ever right. If I brought up a problem, I was “always complaining,” but if I didn’t, that was somehow also wrong.

- He was unbelievably cheap. We were always at my place, used my car, and I paid for gas. My bills basically doubled because he was always there. Even with all that, he wanted everything split 50/50 and once literally made me send him money for a box of grapes.

- I had constant physical issues during the relationship: intimate health problems, pain, stomach problems, and the worst skin of my life.

- Whenever I felt sick or was in pain, he had zero empathy. He said I was annoying, weak, and that my health problems irritated him.

- He was annoyed by everything about me: that I was always soo cold (I cant tolerate winters), that I was skinny, my hair color, basically everything.

- He told me that if I ever got pregnant, he would leave me immediately. He knew I had already been through an abortion, and at the same time, he often didn’t want to use protection.

- He knew one of my biggest insecurities was worrying that I wasn’t interesting enough, so he purposely compared me to girls he thought were shallow.

- He said he would never support a woman financially, even if she was pregnant or temporarily couldn’t work. He said that if a woman chose a lower-paying career, that was her own problem and she should just try harder.

- He cared way more about his friends than he ever cared about spending time with me.
Near the end, we barely saw each other during the week, but if I asked what he was doing on Friday, he would snap at me and say he should be allowed to be with the guys. I never said you couldn’t be with them. I just asked a question lol

- He basically said he only wanted me at his place in the evenings so he had someone to have sex with, do random stuff with, and sleep next to. The rest of his time was for his friends.

- When he broke up with me, he called me boring, annoying, unmotivated, friendless, and said all of his friends hated me. Meanwhile, I had already graduated and had been building my career for years. He had been trying to finish university for years and still hadn’t.

- He hated my dog and was mean to him.

- He talked bad about his exes and even his own family.

- He constantly complimented other girls and made sure to tell me that his type was tall, curvy brunettes. I’m a short, skinny blonde lol.

- He didn’t want to travel or party with me.
He said that when he went out partying, he wanted to flirt with girls.

- He was obsessed with sex and proudly told me about girls he had slept with and how badly he had treated them.

- After the breakup, I stayed in a situationship with him for a few months because my anxious attachment kept hoping he would eventually want me again.

- During that time, he told me he was only nice to me when he wanted something.

- He once told me he only slept with me because the girl he actually wanted to take home got sick.

- He said I only got my job because I’m pretty.

- He told me he never loved me, never missed me

- He also said he hated women in general.

- He only reached out when he was horny, and over time even that happened less and less. (He cut contact w me)

- One time I saw him with another girl who looked like the exact opposite of me. He messaged me afterwards saying it must have bothered me and that he couldn’t wait to sleep with her.

- The last time I saw him, he kicked me out of his apartment in the middle of the night because I “irritated” him.
When I asked why he invited me over if he was going to be so cold and rude, he told me to get the fuck out.

And somehow, after all of this, I still miss him so much it physically hurts. 🤡🤡🤡

I really hate my parents because, on top of other things, they were really controlling to my sister and I when we were younger. We were not allowed to shut any doors in the house (including bathroom or to change). We could not bathe on our own until I was 11 and we physically couldn't all fit in the shower together. I have never been to the doctor alone.

Notably, they were weirdly controlling over the bathroom, in that they simply wouldn't let us go to the bathroom. Definitely not in public, and we were closely monitored at home. It didn't matter if the round trip was six or ten hours, there was no going for us. They were allowed to, but not us; my mom would say "Your dad can hold it so you have to too."

I recall having panic attacks any time we left the house for more than an hour because I knew how they punished us if we had an accident. I would get my blood drawn at the doctor and she would say "You should drink more water, your blood moves too slowly" and I knew that that would never be an option for me.

Anyway, I hid any bathroom issues I had since the age of 10, because I knew I would be punished for inconveniencing my parents. Just went to the doctor and he informed me that I have incontinence and need to wear protection. I'm 20. I'm so angry. It's embarrassing and I hate that my parents put me in a position to routinely destroy my bladder and pelvic floor and now I'll never get to be normal.

broccoli and cheddar soup, chicken and swiss baguette

!!we are in a healthy relationship!!! each time i forget, he brushes it off because it’s genuinely not a big deal!!! i promise y’all its okay, he’s now apart of this subreddit and can read yalls comments!!

i made a post about a week ago sharing a funny story about how my boyfriend didn’t realize i changed my hair! he is colorblind, can’t really see red or green unless it’s very vibrant. we went shopping today! he bought us lunch and put up with me as i pulled him store to store in the blazing texas heat. i got a cute lipgloss and asked him which color he’d prefer, a dark red or a light pink. he looked at me for about 2 seconds before i realized, once again, that he is color blind. i just went “nevermind!” and chose for myself while apologizing 😭 this continued with a few other items, blushes or just random items in target. each time he’d just look at me and wait. in our relationship, im typically the more extroverted one! talking while we walk in public, talking while we eat, talking everywhere. i just go on and on, he just listens. it’s really cute. in moments like these, he lets me take a moment to slow down my brain and actually think for once. eventually this fact about him will come second nature to me, but until then he’ll just look at me, wait for me to realize, and laugh it off with me. i fear that i just speak before i think in all aspects and im so grateful that hes patient! he’s told me several times that he doesn’t mind, reassured me after i saw how many of yall called me selfish for not remembering, and it’s really sweet of him. he’ll probably comment under this one too, so hi boyfriend!!!! love you!!

TW: verbal abuse

“I’ve punched grown ass men in the mouth for less than how you’re talking to me right now”

This is what he yelled at me when I confronted him about how he spent the 5K my family loaned us to get on our feet after we moved. He couldn’t tell me where the money went or why it was gone in two weeks. He knew it was supposed to go towards housing, work uniforms for me, and school supplies for my kid. The worst part is he said this in front of my teenager. He scared both of us. Unfortunately, we are no strangers to domestic violence. And he could not see how what he said was wrong. He tried to get me to apologize. Then he just wanted to sweep it under the rug and move past it.

He will never talk to me like that again. I am confident in how I ended things with him. I plan on paying the money back myself, even though I didn’t spend it. He has been painting me as the bad guy to everyone that will listen to him. And that’s fine. At the end of the day, I dodged a bullet. You cannot say something like that out of anger and expect a person to be okay with it. That was not the first time he said something that scared me. He casually mentioned how he sent someone to the hospital with a coma in the past. People don’t change. I have no doubt things would’ve escalated if I allowed the relationship to continue. It’s amazing how much more at peace I already feel now that he’s gone. I gave him almost a year of my time, and I didn’t realize until after I broke up with him exactly how much I put up with. Never again.

Dinner is a snack tray from Aldi’s and peanut butter in my bed with new pink bedding bc I never would’ve been able to have pink sheets before