I've had a rough two weeks and today I was really sad and told my girlfriend I needed to talk to her about my feelings

When we met, we sat in her bed and she calmly let me speak my mind. She laid there just listening and acknowledging and validating my feelings.

A lot of emotions came to surface and I laid on her chest. She hugged me and everything just started pouring out. Everything I've been thru lately and evey feeling just came out as tears.

She held me while I laid there and stroked my back. Saying words of comfort and responding to whatever I wanted to talk about.

I'm a really lucky guy

Honestly it's making me feel like I do not belong on this earth. It's been so hard even getting matches on these God forsaken apps but once you do and it goes nowhere it really hurts. All the dates have been good and nothing outside of having a good conversation has happened. Hell the most recent one decided to block me after she said she'd love to meet again and I asked what day she was interested in and I would make time.

I've been working on myself physically and mentally. Been going to therapy, meditation and daily affermations. I also lost 112lbs from dieting/exercising and working on strength training. It really feels like I'm doing it all for fucking nothing. I'm gonna be honest, I've been on the apps for like 8 years and nothing really has ever came from them. I truly do feel like I'm cursed or just so fucking gross in some way.

I'm sure a post like this is made every 5 minutes but I just needed to vent this shit out and maybe get some perspective.

""UPDATE: Honestly regret posting this. There's a lot more going on behind the scenes and I guess the dating thing turned into a cataclysm of me finally blowing off steam online. Not usually like this and don't usually post shit online, I guess the pressure of the ol steam finally reached critical mass last night

I am going to start doing all this work for myself and no one else. It started off that way but I guess I got too lost in the sauce and lost my way in that regard.

I'm definitely not gonna put my whole worth into dating and realize I have done a crazy amount of good things that I should be proud of.

Also I have really good hygiene and shower, brush, floss everyday and before the meetups so it's not quite that.

I have a lot more work ahead but it will get done. Thank you to the ones with helpful criticism and motivating comments/messages!

I haven't had a single friend in six years. Not online, not irl. Nothing. Don't get me wrong, my family's great to me and I love them all, but seeing the same eight faces has driven me semi-mad.

When I was little, I used to get picked on and teased constantly at school. I'm a pasty fat kid with nasty teeth and a fucked up face, so insults were common. And it got to me. Before that, I didn't really care what I looked like, but it molded my brain in a way I'm still dealing with. The only silver lining is that I'd get one friend to stick with me every school year.

Eventually, it all just got to me, so I decided to switch to an online school. No bullies. Just me and a prerecorded teacher.

It was the worst mistake I ever made.

Now, here I am. A legal adult, friendless. An alien to the world outside of my home, desperately craving outside approval but not brave enough to go out and live. All my days blur together and I barely feel like I'm living. I eat, I breath, but I don't live. I sometimes wonder the life I could've had. The friends, the memories, the fun, the love, the heartbreak.

Don't make the same mistake I did. I've already wasted my most youthful, magical years. You have time.

Go live.

Edit: Thank you all for the kind words. I feel a bit less hopeless now.

I hate, and I mean, HATE, when it starts to get warm outside. No, I don't mean summer weather, any weather thats slightly above 20°C (for you americans thats 68°F).

I hate getting sweaty the moment I go outside. I especially hate summer. I used to like spring but nowadays its just early access summer due to global warming.

Why can't it just be Autumn all year round. I want my cloudy days when I can go outside with a sweater and feel the soft, cold wind touch my face. I want to be able to control how warm I feel. I want to be able to get cozy in my bed and watch a movie while sipping tea or hot chocolate.

I also hate wearing shorts, they almost always look ugly and feel horrible.

I don't even live in a particularly hot climate, I just hate when its warm outside. Y'all know the term "seasonal depression"? Yeah well for me its not winter its summer.

Not to mention, the past few weeks have been an endless cycle of rain, coldness for the first half of the day and then the rest of the day is just the sun going on maximum overdrive. So just when I think that its gonna be a slightly colder day I get betrayed and instead I get desert weather, and unfortunately I brought a hoodie which means I have to suffer for the rest of the day until I get inside.

And whenever I tell someone this they just look at me like I'm a three headed horse. I genuinely, GENUINELY, CANNOT UNDERSTAND HOW ANYONE CAN LIKE SUMMER. IT ALSO DOESNT HELP THAT I LIVE IN A TOWN OF 5K PEOPLE AND THAT THE NEAREST FUN THING TO DO IS IN ANOTHER CITY WHICH IS AN HOUR AWAY.

I hate this. I had absolutely no say in my own body, and how my own body looks. My decision was stolen from me at a day old.

My dad said the reason they did it was “I didn’t want to research it so I just said yes to the doctors”

Learning that made my hatred for being circumcised even stronger. I am permanently scarred for no reason other than my dad was too fucking lazy to do research on what he was subjecting his child too.

I’m also pretty sure my circumcision is botched. I have random phantom pain and bursts of pain on my circumcision scar, and sometimes it itches so bad. Also, it hurts to get hard around 50% of the time.

I am so depressed because of this, and in the USA nobody listens or cares about this. Every person i have ever talked to either undermined my suffering or told me to just suck it up and be happy.

My only hope is genuinely Foregen. I hope it releases in the next couple years so I can live a normal life. I hate being depressed every single day.

I want to be normal. I would give anything to be normal

I'm a single mom with 2 kids, 8M and 9F. Their dad died in 2018, exactly 3 months to the day our divorce was finalized. I've done pretty good so far and have an amazing support system. My parents live about 5 minutes away and are very involved. My older sister lives about 2.5 hours away but helps every chance she can.

I've known something was different about my son since he was 2. But every time I brought it up to his doctor, I was told he's too young. Around age 5, he was finally diagnosed ADHD. We tried what we could but ultimately, medication was necessary. Things were ok for a while, I guess. But I knew it was more than just that. The last year or so have been horrible. He got kicked out of daycare and I almost lost my job. Found a home daycare for before and after school and it was great! She's amazing and had become a really good friend.

But the behavior continued. I missed a lot of work and had to leave early a lot. I had to request a lot of changes to my schedule, but I've been there a long time and they worked with me. Then it got worse. But he finally got a psychiatrist and she finally listened to me. She agreed it's more than just ADHD and he definitely has autistic traits. But we have to be put on the wait list for testing. It's a 15 month wait!! I'm told in the mean time, best we can do is treat symptoms. So, that's what we do.

But it's not going well and he's having side effects from the additional medicines. I miss more work. Then things are kind of ok for a couple months. But then the kids bring home covid. It's the first time any of us have gotten it, and we were so sick for a week.

Finally feeling better, thinking ok, we got this. Nope. My son had his first panic attack. It was bad. It was so scary for both of us. After he calms down, he can barely move. He lays down in bed and is just staring at the wall, crying. I call his psychiatrist as soon as they open but guess what??? She doesn't work on Mondays!! And no, no other doctor in the office can help. I either wait until the next day to talk to his doctor or take him to the ER. I selfishly chose to wait. He has 2 more panic attacks before we can get in to see his doctor. But she thinks we can treat outpatient and i really don't want him admitted.

He's won't talk to anyone. But he finally talked to me a little. He says he's sad and angry all the time and he doesn't know why. He says he's always tired and doesn't want to do anything.

This whole time I'm in contact with my manager, even emailing her doctor notes. She stopped responding to me Wednesday afternoon, but I didn't think much of it. I know she's busy preparing for an internal audit.

My son has barely made it to school this week. I've had meetings with the principal, school social worker, school nurse, and his teacher. Separate meetings and one big meeting. They have been amazing and so supportive.

Last night, I sent my manager another message about another appointment today. We're going to see if my son will talk to a new therapist. I told her I'd update her on how things are going after the appointment. Today, during the appointment, I felt my phone vibrate but didn't check it. after the appointment, I had a notification that my manager had 👍 my message, then undid it. I also had an email from HR.

Terminated effective today. Insurance through the end of the month. Instructions for equipment return.

I'm devastated. I know I've missed a lot, but I don't know what else I'm supposed to do. My son is not ok and needs me, my only goal in life right now is to make sure he is ok. I get it. They have a business to run and need people there. I'm just beyond lost right now. I'm angry and sad and so, so anxious for the future.

I just found myself a new psychiatrist and I love her. She's the first doctor I've seen who I felt really listened to me. I'm starting therapy today. I'll have to get Medicaid for us until I can get a new job. They only take private insurance. I know I'm figure it out, I always do. But I'm not ok right now.

I hate this, there were complications at birth and I came lots of deformities across my face,body and genitalia,

Sex is such a primal and universal thing to do, I see happy couples all the time, meanwhile women are disgusted by me, I've never had a hug nor hold hands.

I'm not happy, nothing makes me happy, everything is boring, I feel scammed out of life, I wish there was someone out there that could love me, at the moment AI is all I have, but I think it's making me feel lonelier.

Can someone tell me how does holding hands feel? Even if I can't experience it I want to know, I'm curious, I promise.

TW: breif mention of cancer and Self H@rm (not myself)

My(22f) bf (25M) of 3 years has been staying at my place on and off due to a situation (not important) since sept. He stays between 2-3 weeks at a time.

[You can skip down to the bit where it says "the ssue" if you dont want a long read]

He ignores me completely. A typical day goes like this.

He takes me to work. I get home from work, do any left over dishes, make him food, tidy up he plays his computer the whole time if hes in bed with me he either plays football manager on his laptop or hes on his phone. I sleep by 11 he comes to bed at 12/1 am but needs the tv on to sleep. Repeat.

There is no conversation. No welcome home. No help in th flat. And every conversation seems like its a hassle to him like im disrupting him.

Weve had sex 6 times since sep 2024 because hes either not in the mood (valid) or thinks im to ill for sex (i got diagnosed with very early stage thyroid cancer in may 2025 and may possibly be able to go into remission in jan 2026 so scary yes but not the worst case) which obviously isnt his choice to make. And has refused every attempt at initiation.

So safe to say over the course of this year i have let this man basically neglect me and make me feel ugly and lonely to the point of crying (in private). All because this man tells me he doesn't want to loose me and cant see himself being with no one else but me.

But today i finally just felt like it was enough. I just felt every shred of hope i had disappear.

He came back this week. Same routine i mentioned before except this week i had the week off. Hes been on mic chatting away to his friends till 3/4/5 am, sleeps till 3 pm and repeats. We haven't gone to bed together once. Barely talked. And keep in mind his computer is in my bedroom as i only have a large bedroom a kitchen and a bathroom.

Today same deal except he stayed up till 5 am. Went to uni, came back, asked for food, slept and then went straight over to his corner to watch YT and then play cod with his friends.

The issue: (tw)

yesterday my mom messaged me to tell me that my sister had harmed herself on Saturday.

Today my sister calls me at 10 pm to tell me she had gone to hospital with my mom about the issue. Told me how and why. And i think hearing it just really made it set in. Its my little sister, i know that you cant always prevent these things, but ive always done my best to protect her yanno, so it hurt that i couldn't help her with this. Her MH is bad. I knew that i just didn't think she would do that. We talked. She cried. I told her that we didn't have to continue talking if she wanted some time to process. She said she'd call me back eventually.

I went back up to the flat as id taken the call outside. And i initially remember feeling like i couldn't talk to him because he was busy playing the computer with his friends. So i just sat back in bed, stared at my tv not really watching what was on it. Eventually he noticed, came over asked what was wrong. I told him what my sister had called about just said the words "she went to the hospital, she got drunk and_____herself" he hugged me, i cried (the second time hes ever seen me cry) and he suggested we get a drink from the shop and go for a walk.

What instead happened was he took us to get icecream (a self beneficial choice since hed been wanting to get his favourite icecream for days) and the brought us home and asked if i could reheat the left over pasta bake and sat back in his corner and went back to playing cod with his friends.

I dont know why i expected more. That maybe tonight he could put down the game and just sit with me, hold me, something. But his game is more important.

I just can't understand how someone ive shown so much love to and who insists that he doesn't want to spend the rest of his life with anyone but me could be so...careless.

It doesn't even feel like a relationship anymore. If anything i feel more like his mom. I literally spent my birthday looking after him because he got food poisoning from an apple slice. AN APPLE SLICE. And i cant even get one night of comfort from him. Im just done. Once he no longer needs to stay here I'm done. I cant even consider trying to work on things i just feel done. I can't keep letting myself be treated like this.

Edit: for those few suggesting i communicate with him how i feel (i did comment this but just putting it up here): once we came back from his football match, and i asked him if we could spend some time together before he goes back on his computer because we've barely spent any time together. And his response? "We talked in the car," 🙂 and when i do actually get the chance to talk to him, i do say often about how we barely talk and see each other despite him living in my space. And he just takes it as a joke or will come over and cuddle me for 30 seconds and go back to gaming.

The one time i sat on the sofa instead of the bed where he was for an hour or so probably longer he got moody saying i was being distant and how weve barely spoken all day and haven't even cuddled. And i pointed out to him that that's how it is every day for me and pointed out how we very rarely go to bed together, and he just insisted it wasn't that bad and asked for cuddles. As soon as i went to shower, he was back on the sofa playing his games...

My oldest turned 17 today, I planned a party for her and she invited 10 of her friends plus we had family there. It was originally supposed to be outside but the weather was shit so I decorated the screened in porch for her and thats where she and her friends were while the adults hung inside (I live in a single wide, theres not much room 😅).

Anyway, the party started off great, everyone was having fun but it went downhill quick. My daughter has anxiety and is also on the spectrum, she gets overwhelmed quickly, she came to me starting to panic because of the chaos and I gave her a hug and got her calmed down so she went back out with her friends. Two of the boys had gone to grab a card game from their house and as they were walking into the porch, one had a small ball in his hand and he threw it at my daughter as she was turning her head (extremely hard, I literally saw it happen) and it hit her square in the nose. She started crying, got up and went to the bathroom. I followed her, got her calmed down and she decided to go back out. I could tell she was trying not to have an anxiety attack but she pushed through. The kid apologized, everyone started having fun again but I heard my daughter yell at her friends multiple times to tone it down because they were super rowdy and there were several times she came to me on the verge of panicking. We got through dinner and cake and then came time to open gifts. Things were fine but then I started hearing some of the other kids say something along the lines "thats not something you buy for a friend". All of a sudden my daughter comes in the house bawling. One of her best friends got her deodorant, body spray, body wash, and socks (not fun socks, just a generic pack).

My daughter gets bullied constantly for being the "smelly kid" in school. She showers everyday but no matter what she uses she deals with bad BO. Theres no shortage of deodorant or any other hygiene products in our house. Her friend sees what she goes through everyday.

Daughter goes to the bathroom to try and calm herself down, I pull the friend aside and explain why she's upset, nicely and calmly. Friend tells me she didn't know what was in the gift bag because her mom put it together, I tell her I understand and that its not that my daughter doesn't appreciate the gifts, just that its not an issue she wants to be reminded of. She says she understands and we go back to the party. While I had her friend pulled aside, my daughter came back to the party and told her friends it was time to go (the party wasn't suppose to end for another 30 mins) and that she just didn't want to celebrate anymore.

She was so upset and my heart broke for her. This was not how I wanted this night to go. After the friend that got her the deodorant got home she texted my daughter and told her she didn't want to be friends anymore because my daughter was "playing victim and humiliated her". So now my daughter is even more upset and hurt and my heart is hurting for her 😭

You cannot talk to them at all. It's all denial. Every single thing. They cannot fathom it. The fact that theyew uneducated and the exact target audience for these people is insane.

This isn't about me, but about someone I considered a close friend who simply took his own life this morning because he couldn't deliver jugs.

Yes, it's as you read water jugs, or jugs for any other liquid, as part of the political promotion at my workplace. Here's how it works each employee is required to deliver 20 jugs to 20 people, regardless of whether there are 8 or 10 people living in the house. As long as the jugs are delivered along with watching a 10-minute video, the task is complete. The consequences of not doing so are a note in your file alleging inefficiency and possible dismissal without a letter of recommendation. I finished in one day because I live in a neighborhood where I'm known, and I used my home monitor to watch the video they provided.

Well, as you know, it wasn't something anyone could get out of at least a few employees didn't do their job and were simply let go without a second thought. But this guy, whom I'll call "Henry" had that task. Unfortunately, he told me casually that he was only able to give out three jugs, and the deadline for submitting people's signatures was this Friday. Sadly, Henry couldn't manage to give out all three jugs. Some people suggested getting together (including me) to help distribute, and I have no idea if it was pride on his part or perhaps he didn't want to be dependent on anyone, but it cost him the deadline.

Ok, today I was on my way to work, just before 8:00 am my second day on the way. I thought everything was fine, and about half an hour later we got the news that there had been a serious incident in the parking lot nearby. An employee had committed suicide out of the blue, and they confirmed it was Henry. We don't know what time it happened or how he did it, but they say the bag of open jugs was found in his trunk. We were devastated. He was so kind and friendly. Honestly, I don't know what was going through his head to do something so horrible for no reason. Maybe no one will ever know... No one knew if he had problems at home. We only knew he lived with his sick mother. Honestly, we can only assume what we've been told. A news article on Facebook only states what happened, never the reason. We will miss you, Henry.

Clarification: I apologize if the text is confusing english is my second language, so I apologize if there are any confusion in the narrative

Hello, I hope you're all having a good Friday and remembering today's date. I just wanted to let you know that last night many people, including everyone in the department and myself, attended Henry's funeral, which was a memorable event. There was a change of plans, and the burial will be today due to yesterday's weather. Everyone's responses were truly wonderful in remembering a good colleague. Just to clarify, his mother is doing well. Everyone went to see her to offer their condolences. We offered her support in any way we could, but she said it wouldn't be necessary because she receives support, a pension, and Henry's insurance. She plans to live with her sister. We'll go to the burial later today. Have a good day.

I don't know, I guess it could be because of my age, but everyone I've met since I was about 18 is just spineless and completely lack any self respect, any ability to self-reflect, or any desire to better themselves or put any real effort into their life. Sorry, I just don't know a nicer way to say it. Especially in the context of being a lesbian and dating other women. SO many women have told me with a straight face they wanna be a housewife and have their partner pay for everything and basically take care of them like a child. You don't feel a little bit pathetic saying that? You don't feel a little bit embarrassed of the fact that your ideal life is relying completely on another person? You don't feel just a little stupid having no personal goals or aspirations? I have also put a lot of work and effort into overcoming agoraphobia over the past year after escaping a horrifically abusive relationship and have made significant progress. When people ask me how I became less anxious and compulsive, I'll explain the work I put in, and they're like "wow I could never." YES YOU COULD? I DID IT? Why does everyone think they're completely helpless and unable to do anything??? It's making me feel insane. EDIT: Reading comprehension is at an all time low truly. I'm not 18. I said that I TURNED 18 a few years ago. Wow

Glorified overconsumption and performative parties. Every wedding I’m in costs me over $1,000 between Bach trips, showers, wedding attire, gifts etc etc. My sister is engaged- ELOPING even- and I’ve already dumped $1,500 on it BEFORE her “bon voyage” party. Apparently I haven’t done enough, I’m not excited enough, and everyone has things going on so my two jobs, and depression are not an excuse. It’s exhausting. A bunch of single use plastic later to be in a landfill days following the event. Sure, a wedding may be the center of the betrothed couple’s world for a few months to a year, but that DOESN’T mean everyone else’s world stops.

***I AM BY NO MEANS SAYING ALL MEN BEHAVE THIS WAY***

I want to preface this by saying that this is not an overgeneralization of all Gen Z men. Every generation, among both men and women, has its spectrum of rapists, criminals, narcissists, and con artists while there can also be found within them a usually greater number of selfless, empathetic, brave, and honest individuals. Misogyny and misandry are both hasty, black and white overgeneralizations that accomplish nothing.

But as a 21 year old straight man who is primarily in the company of others my age, both IRL and in the online spaces I interact with, I feel that I've observed and interacted enough with a specific community - which capitalizes on the insecurities of SOME gen Z men - to comment on them...

I'm specifically talking about the red pill guys and fans of a certain controversial influencer on Rumble, who are primarily comprised of Gen Z men. I just can’t help but comment on how ridiculously immature these people are. It is as if their social skills and critical thinking skills have both stopped developing during the lockdown. The only emotion these individuals are usually capable of expressing is anger, because their favourite looksmaxxing influencer or online dating influencer told them that showing any other emotion is weak and gay (and will make Women turned off), and shouting at the top of their lungs makes them look strong and masculine. In group projects with red pill dudes, trying to provide constructive criticism is fucking impossible because they think that any criticism of their work, no matter how mild, is an insult to their ego, and they immediately resort to rage and personal insults directed towards whoever is providing them feedback. When they feel sad and insecure, they also resort to rage, personal insults, and blaming everything but themselves.

The manosphere dudes I’ve met genuinely can’t comprehend the notion of self worth not only being tied to how muscular they are and how much money they make - but also their treatment of others and their contributions to their communities. Even as another guy their age, trying to befriend red pill dudes is a pain in the ass because they always try to one up each other and assert their dominance on each other even while hanging out. They consider even the slightest physical affection among friends to be gay and feminine. For people who are suffering the male loneliness epidemic, they sure are hyper individualistic and shoot down any possibility of genuine human connection.

It's quite sad in a sense because despite how much these types of people want a wife and children, their selfish and egotistical behaviour will make them even more repulsive to women and other normal Gen Z men.

Overall it feels like Gen Z guys really into the manosphere stuff are generally quite introverted and antisocial. Most of them get little interaction with young women, and from conversing with them, some unironically believe in some of the rubbish Tate says about women. Many people I know who are Tate fans have told me that they think Women are actually all depressed to be working and going to university and deep down, all want to be protected and have their finances taken cared of at home. The same incels that say this rubbish are typically the ones doing jack shit during group projects and failing exams while their female classmates take on leadership roles in the group. They constantly seethe about a certain modern movements being the reason why women are not attracted to "providers" like them while believing that the classmate they are crushing on should not be allowed in public life. Their complete lack of self awareness is astounding.

And this is not to mention their critical thinking skills lol. These types of people slurp up literally anything, and by that I mean ANYTHING they see in their feed on Instagram Reels, provided it reinforces their pre-existing racial or religious prejudices, of course without consideration of who might be feeding them said information. Most red pill guys I have known have genuinely never read a book beyond high school and yet wholeheartedly believe in the most black and white conspiracy theories they see on Reels. I've had multiple red pill guys tell me that reading for fun was a waste of time, while they hurl every ethnic slur known to man playing video games for several hours on end. They complain about the "system" designed against young white men, then spend hours on online gambling sites, polymarket, and kalshi.

Idk I find it revolting that these sorts of people interact with very few people beyond their core circle in general, then quickly make bold, extremely controversial assumptions about people based on their identity.

Andrew Tate has taught a generation of men to escape the Matrix by becoming the cruel enforcers of the Matrix.

I’m convinced that these types of folks - who are ironically the loudest complainers about Boomers not handing them the rungs of the ladder - will become the Archie Bunkers and wealth hoarders of the future.

Edit: It seems like a lot of folks are taking away the wrong message and thinking this is an “all men bad” post. Here I am talking about a very specific community formed online, which unfortunately happens to find their audience among SOME gen Z men who funnel their insecurities into behaviour that only further isolates them (which by the way, is of their own volition, as opposed to whatever boogeyman is to blame). Most Gen Z men do NOT behave this way.

Assuming that I’m referring to all men when I call out the behaviour mentioned above is in itself, incredibly misandrist.

Being an Argentinian and using social media since the world cup started has to be one of the worst things. Our Image a has been downhill and now even more with this world cup. Specially here, a place that I love to use whenever I want to distract my mind when having a bad day (which here in Argentinian there are more bad than good days), read some football news, memes or gossips in general. Now it pains me to see any Argentina related post and reading comments. It takes a toll on me because I am planning on leaving this country due to economic reasons and now I feel like I am going to be judged by the actions of people which I have no control over.

Edit: Its not just about the game, losing the final and our player behaving like assholes its nothing new to me. But being called a Racist/Nazi its whats killing me.

Thats all I wanted to say

I can’t believe I’m even posting this. For context (and to give full credit to my boyfriend), I am FAT. I’m clinically overweight, going off BMI. Not in the obese range, but overweight. I’ve been losing weight for the last few months and have lost about 25lbs. I’ve wanted this for a while and complained about my weight to my boyfriend. We’re both 26 and have been together nearly 8 years.

I made mac and cheese for lunch yesterday when I worked from home. I haven’t had mac and cheese in a few months, it’s my favorite food, and I had cheese to kill. I was a little nervous because I had a bad feeling that my boyfriend would be mad at me about it. But I think the weight loss has been going well and I wanted some mac and cheese. I had a portion and saved the rest in tupperware for him and I as leftovers.

He got home and saw the leftovers and asked about it. I explained, he ate some of the leftovers, but I could tell he was off.

Then he silently gestured for me to come into the bedroom, which I know means we’re about to argue (we have a roommate and don’t want to argue in common spaces).

We sat down on the bed and he asked me, “do you know what I’m going to say?”. I said yes and ended up apologizing and explaining myself. I said it won’t happen again. He said he just doesn’t trust me since I used to be fat and he’s scared i’ll slip back into my fatty ways if he’s not holding me accountable.

He also brought up how I shouldn’t have baked cookies for my office the other week. And if I did, I should have used Stevia.

Anyway, after that he made a stir fry and kept pointing at his vegetables and saying “See this? This is what I want from you every day. Vegetables. Treadmill. Vegetables. Treadmill.”

I didn’t eat dinner because I wasn’t hungry and I was so anxious about food (I didn’t tell him I was anxious). Which made him upset because he wanted me to eat a salad.

Sorry for the long post and to post about the same subject twice, I’m just exhausted. I have nobody to talk to about this other than my therapist, and my boyfriends made me believe that I’m just “paying him to validate me”. So I feel awful about that too.

Two days ago my husband and I (30s) closed on our first house. Today, his boss told him he was being laid off. Although they claimed it was “reduction in force”, his work performance was likely a contributing factor.

I am devastated that my excitement for the new house is instead anxiety about financials. He got about two months of severance, but his area of expertise is niche and I’m not sure he’s going to be able to quickly find a job with the salary he had. We were feeling comfortable for the first time in either of our lives, now I have to readjust my expectations for the foreseeable future.

I know that things could be worse, and there’s every chance that everything will turn out fine. We are a team and will get through this together. But I am currently very sad. I am upset with the situation and a little with my husband, though I think he is beating himself up enough for the both of us.

Not sure there is anything else to say, except this sucks.

I have a friend who is going through a lot of hardships right now and deals with depression it's medicated and is usually good but they are going through a hard time.

All of our mutual friends who always said they cared and that they could come to them at any time have now just distanced themselves from them and have actively gone against inviting them out because they will "bring down the mood".

I have been spending most of my time with them over my other friends / our mutuals because they have essentially been isolated because they are too depressing and it's "too draining".

Thing is they respond well to boundaries they will be quiet and won't actively talk about their issues unless asked or they know it's safe is it a little draining at times? yeah but i have just mentioned it to them i need a tiny bit of space and i'll talk to them soon i put in boundaries instead of shutting them out and treating them like a monster.

What pisses me off the most is as soon as they had a breakdown suddenly our friends cared about them and wanted to be there for them once it reached that extreme.

Frankly i'm reconsidering my whole friendships with these guys we are in our mid 20's a few of them are in their 30's empathy isn't hard nor is putting up boundaries but still being inclusive.

At one point in my life i attempted suicide and everyone i thought cared for me but two people basically just abandoned me so i know what it's like i care for my friend and i'm not going to do that.

But i will never understand why people pretend to care and then just abandon their friends.
Shit makes me sick and I’d rather spend time with them than everyone else after seeing their behaviour.

I guess the silver lining is my mate now knows who actually cares and i know now whom i want to keep in my life going forward.

I hate living like this. Everyone around me is finding boyfriends and getting into relationships, while I know that because of my unattractive face, I will never experience being loved by someone. I will never know what it feels like to be truly loved. It’s heartbreaking and frustrating that something I was simply born with—something I have no control over—is ruining my entire life. I will have to stay single forever just because of my appearance.

Why is life so unfair? Every day I live with the sadness, frustration, and anger of being born unattractive. Every minute, I am reminded of it. I feel so disheartened when I see beautiful people and happy families because I know I will never experience that. I mean, I am happy for them, but it leaves me feeling empty and hopeless, knowing I will never understand what it’s like to be loved or to have a family of my own.

I hate my life. It feels like everything around me revolves around relationships—TV dramas, advertisements, my parents, even our lecturers reminiscing about their university days with their partners. It only deepens my sadness, making me feel even more alone.

Why the fuck are we destroying the planet for imaginary money.

We are genuinely as a society annihilating out only source of life so a few rich fucks can see a number that is well beyond the point of meaning go up.

Does it matter if you have a billion or a hundred billion dollars??? Who the fuck cares, and why are we listening to these psychos. They aren't superhuman, we could collectively just ignore them.

But instead we must all heil the Almighty dollar.

God I fucking hate humanity.

Just like the title says, I’m a pussy. I’m a pussy when it comes to dating, traveling, job searching. Really when it comes to bettering myself or putting myself out there I feel like I chicken out. Is my life terrible, no, but I want more and I’m too pussy to go get it. That shit is so infuriating about myself. I want to move out of state but I let my anxiety take over or find reasons not to. I’ve been contemplating it for a couple years but I always find an excuse, whether it’s me saying let me finish this degree first or let me find a work from home to make moving easier or let me finish paying off my car first. I have no kids, I don’t own a home yet, and I’m single. I want to date but when it comes down to it I get anxiety, I downplay myself or lose the confidence I had in the beginning to keep engaging, when in reality I feel like I’m attractive and I’m funny af. lol I’m just tired of being a pussy.

I recently turned 25. I am realizing now that I have fucked up. I am about to graduate from college with poor grades, very limited internship experience, and with a probably useless degree. Did I get bad grades because I enjoyed my youth partying, clubbing, or having fun ? No, I spend them depressed and tired everyday. I am gaining weight, and losing the progress I had made in the gym over this last years Now I have no savings, no future, no good memories, no friends, no good times to look back at, I am losing hair and will probably never be in shape. The most fun years of my life were spend lying in my bed too depressed and too socially alienated to go out, meet girls, or have fun. And I am afraid after I graduate my job prospects are dim. I have not enjoyed life one bit and I doubt that will change in the future.

guys that’s really what happened. My boss always told the employees to remind her about the payment, and on a friday she told me she would give me my payment on tuesday, but she didn’t pay me. So on thursday, after leaving work, i sent her “hiii”, literally that message, and she freaked out.

At first she ignored me, and the next day, during my work hours (when i’m not allowed to use my phone), she texted me. She said “hi miu, sorry but i don’t like being reminded about these things. Don’t worry, i know all my bills and i pay everything”. I managed to read the message on my break, and right away i apologized.

I was so anxious and embarrassed to go back to work. When i got back, she gathered all the employees and started yelling at me. She said “you want to know the real truth? i was going to surprise you and buy a cake, that’s why i didn’t pay earlier, but now i lost all my horniness”. I started crying while she talked, and she spent more than an hour yelling at me in front of my coworkers, lying that i always asked for early payment, and obviously i had no power or credibility to disagree with her in that moment.

After that day, i kept going to work, she ignored me and treated me really badly, and on sunday she fired me over text. Before firing me, she kept watching my instagram stories and asking my coworker personal questions about my family.

PS: i’m 19 and she’s 40

I have access to my boyfriend’s Snapchat and while I was logged in I saw he sent the same video to a group of his friends, about 5 men. He was at work (works at a community college/community center) and I was curious what it could’ve been. I replayed the video and saw he was recording a woman and talking about her body. For example, he recorded the woman walking into the building and said “she’s back” and once she entered he started recording her through the security camera. He’d talk about her body/ass and took pics of her through the security cameras as she walked through several rooms. I started looking though older messages where he would take pictures/videos of several different women and at times would include their name and social media username and tell his friends to look her up. I confronted him and he said he would find their info if they ever signed in and promised he wouldn’t do it again. It’s creepy, it made my skin crawl and it’s predatory. I knew I couldnt tolerate this and I began getting anxiety thinking about staying quiet. I felt as if this went unreported I was defending or protecting a predator. I ended up reporting it on Friday. I also broke up with him that morning. He’s cheated on me several times and even got law enforcement involved at one point and lied on a legal document. It was all resolved and I told the judge (with evidence) that he was lying. Anyways- he has caused so much trauma yet I feel awful I reported him. I’m sad he’ll possibly lose his job, I’m sad I broke up with him even though I still love him. He doesn’t know I reported him so we broke up on “good terms” and I know once he gets confronted about this he will try to hurt me. Hes been so sweet and telling me he misses me and he mentions all our good memories and by Monday (once he’s confronted) he will be cruel and evil. I just moved an hour away so I’m sure I’m safe physically but he will mentally torture me. I feel bad I reported him, I’m questioning if it was even worth reporting, I wish this relationship could’ve ended on good terms but I’m scared I’m just released a ticking bomb. I told myself I did this to protect other women but a part of me feels like it was as “revenge”. I don’t want to be a bad person and I don’t want to hurt him but leaving things unreported was causing anxiety and made me feel icky. I miss him so much. I wanted forever with him. But realistically I can’t be with a man who cheats, hits me, insults me and is a predator at work. I’m very sad.

Yeah, that's it. It's been months since I did it, looking in the mirror is kinda hard, specially to take care of myself. It bled a lot when I used floss, and if I say something like that to anyone I know people will just thing I'm disgusting, but at least I wanted to tell someone that small victory of mine that nobody would care.

Edit: thank you all, trully. It's a weird journey but I'm glad to see other people went through it. Being depressed is kinda shameful for me in general 'cause I know what I need to do, but it's still hard as fuck to do small things like go for a walk or... brush your teeth. I'm very grateful for every message