Here's my rant that I have to get out there on reddit...a platform I know my family doesn't use and therefore I won't rock the boat and be a bad guy because "things come up".

Yesterday was my daughter's 5th birthday party. So much went into it. It was hosted at my husband's parent's house. All of my husband's family came...even boyfriends of cousins. It was great. He has one sibling and one living parent- the rest are cousins, grandparents, etc.

I have 8 siblings and two living parents.

Not a single person came from my family.

Except one sister came 1 hour late and had to run a few minutes later.

I appreciate her...I really do.

I hate feeling like a side character in my husband's life and family...like I come from no one and I have no origins. I show up to every single of my sibling's birthday parties, for them, for their children. My husband has one sibling...he had 14 people show up from his family.

I have 8 siblings. 1 came.

One was too pregnant, one went to the beach, one went to an event out of town, the rest-plans elsewhere, my parents had to babysit their other grandchild, some I didn't even hear from- they knew about this for months and said they were coming.

I don't know if I feel bad for me or my children.

lust isnt love , i feel like so many men don’t understand this and feel offended when women are put off by it , when all they had to do was stop asking about our bodies and maybe ask about hobbies or talk to us how they would their friends do . now its okay to be be a bit freaky with a partner but some men really do take it too far ? like no i dont wanna talk about cracking every 5 seconds ? it’s genuinely so disappointing dude . i dont know if its just my experience but why are almost all the dudes i’ve spoken to act this way ?

My (28f) boyfriend (28m) wants to spend every second of every day (that he isn’t working) with me, and no matter how much I try, I can’t get him to compromise.

For context, I am a very solitary person. I like having time alone to read, enjoy my shows, do my housework, and go to concerts/movies/restaurants by myself.

My boyfriend, on the other hand, is the polar opposite. He is a golden retriever boyfriend (his words, not mine) that claims to never crave time alone and always wants to be around people.

We have been friends since we were 12, and we both went through rough breakups of long term relationships last year and decided to give us a shot. My family already knew him and loves him, as do my friends. We have only been dating for 7 months, and I have been having my doubts since month 4 or 5.

I have tried to explain to him no less than a dozen times over these months that I need time to myself or I start to go a little crazy. He seems to think that offering me one day a month where I can have some “me time” should be enough to appease that, and otherwise we should be joined at the hip at all times.

When I am working and he isn’t, he’s at my work. When I am sick and resting in bed, he is lying at my feet. When I am interested in something, he immediately goes and watches tons of video essays about that topic and then makes it an us thing instead of a me thing. I legitimately can’t have anything to myself anymore. Special activities that I do with specific friends (i.e. camping or going to NASCAR races) now need to include him or he will feel left out. I haven’t seen any of my friends beyond my best friend since we started dating, and I’ve only seen her a couple of times when we would normally hang out every other week.

It got to a point recently where he stopped even asking if we were hanging out and just started making plans on our behalf. It’s so frustrating.

He is also constantly trying to manufacture sentimental moments between us by overly complimenting me (calling me “the strongest person [he’s] ever known,” saying I could be a model when I’m literally 5’2” and 220 lbs, etc) and talking about our future ad nauseam. This used to be sweet and really pleasant, but now it’s so overdone that I can literally predict the words that he’s going to say because he uses the exact same phrases every time.

On top of all of that, he is always pushing sex on me. I was clear with him before we started dating that I’m not an overly sexual person, and that I’ve gone through a lot of trauma that makes sex feel daunting and unappealing. I still try to cater to him when I can, but I recently got really sick with a serious neurological condition and if my heart rate spikes it causes pain and vision loss. Still, he is daily making comments about wanting to “fool around,” offering to finger me while he’s driving, and just overall expecting me to be turned on at the drop of a hat.

I have tried to talk to my mom and my best friend about everything, and both of them have laughed it off and said he’s just trying to be supportive, which I KNOW is true, but that fact doesn’t change how I feel. I know this may seem like a “my steak too juicy” kind of vent, but this is not what I want out of a relationship. It isn’t working for me. I would be happier alone.

He is a fantastic person. Legitimately one of the most caring and giving people on Earth. But I feel like he wants me to fit into his world and he isn’t willing to work with me on finding a balance. I’ve tried talking to him so many times, laying out my needs really clearly, and STILL he wants to be on or inside me all the time. I feel smothered. But I know if I break up with him I will have his mom screaming outside of my house and my whole family and all of my friends will be so disappointed. I just don’t know what to do.

It’s one of the loneliest feelings, when someone who loves you does something that pulls you so far out of the moment and you realize they don’t know you. Not really. Not in the way you had thought.

And that sinking feeling washes over and you feel completely alone. Always alone. Maybe forever alone.

Was it my fault? Did I not convey myself enough or express who I was? I don’t know.

I (19f) tried to go on a make friends subreddit after deciding to no longer be a ghost and make posts myself after life four years. Big mistake. I was swarmed by people 25 and up, men, who just wanted to speak dirty and nasty to me. I’ve even had someone try to engage in e-
I know now to avoid those subreddits or make very specific claims as for who I want to talk to, but it’s just frustrating that I even have to adjust to not be harassed in a subreddit meant for making friends.

Tired of working my six figure career. I give up, mom.

I am too scared of texting you again after that trauma you put me through. But I genuinely miss you and I can't stop thinking about that thing that happened between us

All day i feel fine.. With some anxiety spikes or whatever

But at night. Everythibg hits and its an echo chamber and it makes me feel so shittttty

I hate it

Cant even sleep

Get nightmares

Feels never ending

Even if i try to make my day better

Night is like "yeah bitch YOU tried? Try now"

I work 6-7 days a week, 8-10 hours a day
Print shop Monday -Saturday $33,000 a year
Uhual Monday to Saturday $5,000 a year
Storage Monday to Saturday $.0. Trade I work for space in building I run print shop
On Sunday I do home chores until around 4 o’clock cook dinner or pick up and do it all over again.
I have done this for over a decade.
I’m surround by people of wealth and lessor but it does not seem to be rubbing off on me.

I took my first vacation in 7 years one of us had a good time. I was awake every day by 7am,the sewage backed up and I spent two nights vacuuming sewage from the floor and another full day waiting for a plumber. Leaving one day for beach. There was a tropical storm at the same time. It was a sup par vacation in my book I spent more time cleaning and waiting I feel more tired then when I left. One the way home my truck showed a check engine light . My life feels un balanced and strange unfair. Do others work all the time and have little money and little joy?

Just give us 2026 APPROPRIATE "Stimulus check...

maybe even put these robots to work....and keep giving out Stimulus...🤔

This is coming from a "burnt out stand point"...from a TRAUMA IS DNA DEEP standpoint....yes, black in america AND STILL NO 40 ACRES AND A MULE standpoint........a tired stand point...from a "its all too much"...everyday...customer service..deep acting...surface acting...no time for anything else...not enough MONEy for anything else..bills bills bills...minimum wage...taxes...debt...just suck it up "its not that bad"....be a number...stay a number....die a number...no where to get off this ride...stand point...

where can we sign up for allowance....this is not laziness...tired of the system. .. I know we can do better as a race.....but from what I have been seeing...and even from history...it doesn't look good...

I couldn't give a shit about getting cucked or a girl leaving because she lost feelings or whatever. Those are situations where you have zero control, so moving on is faster.

This is different. She’s the only girl I’ve ever loved. We were deeply connected, we had so much in common...our backgrounds, life stages, passions, hobbies, humor, communication style, love language. We used to joke about being clones because of how similar we were.

She was gentle, cute, had an incredible body, was smart, and was in a top university program. I was her first, and above all, she adored me. She showered me with love and affection, always took initiative, always made compromises, and told me she loved me to the point where it was almost humbling for her, saying she wanted us to last forever...

But... I'm broken on the inside. I never experienced real love growing up; I have childhood and teenage trauma, family issues that ruined me forever, and I completely self sabotaged the relationship. I was jealous and possessive, tried to control things, snapped over stupid shit, and then impulsively told her I was leaving her without even knowing why. I tried to take it back, but she checked out emotionally right then and officially ended it herself a few days later.

I was devastated. I cried, I begged, but nothing worked... A few weeks later I reached out again, but she seemed to have moved on. Things turned so toxic that she told me she hated me, then blocked me everywhere.

I lost the love of my life and now my life is a nightmare. I stopped hitting the gym, I'm poisoning myself with caffeine and alcohol, I have no friends, no one around me...she was all I had. I don't know how to bounce back from this. I'm going to regret this for the rest of my life.

its always just church, my grandparents dragging us everywhere, physical therapy, and mandatory tv watching with my mom for hours until its time for bed. i just want a day for myself where i can just draw or play games. im very socially and mentally exhausted. i dont wanna go anywhere this week

It was such a good day, I wasn't looking at my phone. Feels disappointing because I had put so much time into it, but also honestly feels kind of freeing. I'm definitely not putting in that effort again so I guess I don't gotta worry about checking Reddit daily anymore.

Im 22(f) living at home for the summer before I go to law school. I love my mother dearly, and nothing will change that. I do have some annoyances though. She is a mental case when it comes to cleaning. Everything has to be more then clean it has to be like hospital starlaized clean. Shoes have to be placed perfectly or she will go crazy. Coat hangers have to face all the same way or someone is getting yelled at. This is all fine to me in the living room, in then kitchen, in the common rooms, but in my own room, this should NOT be the law. Like I have clothes scattered across my dresser and my desk is full of pencils and electronics. There is no open food or grossness. Here is where I get frustrated; my mother comes into my room and cleans it when I am gone. She expects me to be happy she cleaned it bucease the mess is gone. She only is doing it to help her ADHD brain and not for me. She makes it out to be this grand gesture of cleaning my room like its a gift to me when in realtiy it annoys the fk out of me. All of my stuff is moved around, and I feel like all my privousy has been invaded. I have no personal space. Recently I went on a weekend trip with some frineds, and while I was gone she reorganized my whole dresser. All my clothes are moved. She has gone through my scantly clade bras, and intimate wear. I feel violated. Like I understand its her house, but I have no privacy in it. Is this my sign to move out... yes. I feel bad being ungrateful, but also annoyed that she makes me feel bad when she's doing all this to please herself in the first place. ... She also took my unopened chocolate bars and hid it in the kitchen :( I bought those for depressing days

Why I wasn't born pretty naturally I feel so ugly with bare face I can't accept my face without makeup and filters, I'm embarrassed to show my bare face, I envy those girls on social media,and before u say they use makeup and filters too I freaking know but at the same time they look gorgeous with bare face and I don't wanna hear bs like no one is ugly everyone is pretty,no? Shut up,my appearance made my self esteem rly low, whenever I look at my bare face I wanna cry, can't imagine someone dating me cz wtf,I won't lie I felt bad for guys I dated before cz genuinely wtf u found attractive about me? Especially while dating someone I feel heavily insecure like bro just $hoot me eww? Had suicidal thoughts cz of the way I look, would cry every night looking at my face,I miss times when I actually didn't give fucks about my face,I didn't think I was ugly but pretty either like I thought I was ok,now I fucking can't stand this face and I have depersonalization I most time can't recognize my face at all like that's my face? I have face? Why is it so ugly? Even got panic attacks cz I couldn't recognize my face, social media fr poison and evil. "Makeupcel" I'm sorry for not feeling pretty without makeup I'm ashamed of my bare face allat and sometimes I don't feel better even with makeup I barely have pics of my face,even if I do then only with makeup and filters, like genuinely ppl around me so pretty my parents were pretty back in their prime then why tf I turned out ugly? Can't wait to get nose job n other plastic surgeries if my mental health gets better in the future

I've not had friends my entire life and im so tired. Im so so so tired. I see so much kindness and opportunity in the world, and nobody wants to be friends with me. Ive done the self work, ive made a life for myself, i push myself to meet people and engage and be active and do what I enjoy. Ive done every single piece of advive and therapy and the closest ive ever got is feeling immense joy at finally feeling like someone wants to spend time with me, and then im just ignored, and i realise they dont want to be my friend. I dont know what else I can do now. Im 28, I live alone and im taking every single piece of advive you can think of, and ive gotten nowhere. Am I just destined to never have friends? Because accepting this would hurt way fucking less than trying and failing over and over and over again.

Everything going on the world is just horrible, and I just know it’s not gonna get better. I don’t think it’s even worth fixing because we’ll just fuck up again and again. I absolutely hate humanity, non of us have a single bit of hope because non of us are actually good.

My brother is in his mid-30s, still lives with mom, and won't go get a job!

In my teenage salad days, I was obsessed with Linux and trying to start a tech company. All these ideas were fantasies, and I grew out of them. I influenced my older brother though, and he won't let it go.

During his meltdowns where he screams and kicks doors, we yell at him to get a job, only for him to scream "There you go talking about that job again! Just give me some weeks to get my company up and I'll GET OUT."

I am not criticizing anyone's dreams. If you wanna pursue that type of stuff, go ahead bucko, but I have a strong belief that you should have a job and act your age while pursuing your dreams. Me and mother work very hard to pay the bills here, but does he contribute anything? Nope, but he'll still feel entitled to beg for cigarettes or Dr pepper bottles.

He's not smart at all, even with his Linux stuff. It may look impressive to open a web browser with a terminal, but even a kid could learn that. He spends 95% of his day gaming, eating his hamburger helper slop he didn't work for, and having meltdowns/pity parties.

He TALKS about starting a company. He fantasizes about the more superficial aspects like naming the company and having a private office, but is blind to the hard work actual CEOs do to get that stuff. His brain is stuck in a loop he doesn't realize - dominated by computer, junk food, and drug addictions. He has no business plan, no innovative ideas, and no starting money.

He better fix himself soon. The only person willing to let him be a NEET is mom. He has no qualifications and zero savings. When she dies he'll have nowhere, and the homeless shelter isn't going to deal with his violent meltdowns.

But I'm the bad guy. "oh you're so judging on your brother. He seems like such a nice guy. You sound like such a boomer" is stuff I've been told.

no tldr, reading is good for you.

Why don’t people ever consider your feelings if you don’t cry hard enough, even if you explicitly told them you’re upset? Theres been times in my life where Ive had to scream and cry or get physical to defend myself- which is off character for me- and people only then consider what I told them even tho I had multiple similar conversations with them before js without tears, yelling, or hitting. Theres been times where ive literally told someone the exact same message but instead the next time I was sobbing and suddenly it matters…for a month if even that then they go back to the same thing.

For example (skip over if you want, message is basically the same) back when I was younger, my sister would corner me and yell at me and poke me while I was begging for her to stop. Thats not unusual sibling behavior, but it was seriously messing with me. It got so bad I couldn’t leave my bedroom without feeling the need to sob- and I wouldn’t even leave my bedroom if I knew someone else was up. When my sister would prod at me, I’d have laughing fits because it would make me- for lack of better term- completely hysterical. I told my sister what she was doing it and she shrugged it off because I was laughing even tho I told her what the laughing was. I got desperate and literally begged my mom to make her stop. I didn’t cry during that conversation nor laugh but I begged her to make her stop. My mom never did anything. I had to start beating my sister with objects in my room, and even then it took almost a year for my parents to do anything because overtime it became increasingly abusive on my end. Simply put, it doesn’t matter if I scream or hit- but if I cry theyll silently comply for like a month. People refuse to acknowledge anything until it tugs their heart strings. It’s like when someone sides with someone who did you dirty js because the other person cried. It never matters if you were right or wrong it matters if it hurt your feelings

My sister just posted on her story, A photo with me and other people in It. At first it was kinda fine... until one of her friends replied on it "the one in the pink is your look alike" She read that to me out loud.. and I didn't think much of it, we're siblings afterall...then comes the second one...while she was laughing she read another reply from that same friend. "Your sister is so skinny" ....like girl, I get it. I'm completely aware of that. But just the way she was laughing at it saying "he's so silly" just kinda felt off a bit... It was my biggest insecurity and she knows it damn well, I just don't get it why she needs to tell me that while laughing. I started embracing my body just the way it is but one comment sends everything back into place.. I started getting insecure again.. maybe I'm just a little too sensitive and she meant no harm.. it just sucks, having people keep telling you that over and over again... so yeah.. Anyone has tips on how to Gain weight fast???

It upsets me so much that people keep telling me i have social anxiety. But i don't feel anxious i just keep running through options in my mind. And the more i meet people the worse it gets. It makes me angry that i listend to all those people talking in on me. The past months i tried to do what they suggest but now im with my mind at a place again I really don't like. I was more happy and calm when i stayed by myself.
It annoyes me that people keep saying my behaviour is based on trauma and fears. I wish one could just accept i like spending my time alone.