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Just wanted to know if this is something I need to go to the vet for or just vet wrap at home and be done with it type of deal. Her red dot spot feels very soft, almost raw. Touching it did not seem to bother her and she did not seem to have any issue with walking on it. She wasn’t guarding it and just let me poke and prodded at it before taking photos
I don’t know how to attach pics but basically picture a regular paw pad that has a small half penny size round spot and it’s slightly red and indented
• ⁠Species: dog
• ⁠Age: 15 months
• ⁠Sex/Neuter status: female not yet spayed (waiting till 2)
• ⁠Breed: golden retriever
• ⁠Body weight: 50 pounds
• ⁠History: recent ear infection - yeast, otherwise healthy
• ⁠Clinical signs: licking paw for a long while while lying down next to me
• ⁠Duration: couple of minutes before I noticed and stopped it
• ⁠Your general location: northern Midwest United States
• ⁠Links to any test results, X-rays, vet reports etc. that you have: I have photos but I don’t know how to attach them

I (F21) have been with my new bf (M22) for almost 9 months. Before him I recently got out of a long extremely abusive relationship. Long story short I recently went through his phone after him following a bunch of girls, ig models and knowing he had a couple female friends (which has never settled right with me given my past). After he deleted one girl I was concerned about before I could even see their chats etc. I only had one girl to kinda keep my eye out for so I went through their Snapchat chat which is 24 hours and that morning he sent her a pic of an ig model claiming she was her “doppelgänger”. After going to therapy and talking to my therapist about past problems. I’m not sure if I should talk to her about this or if it’s really worth bringing up? Is it friendly talk or is it micro cheating? I’m so confused from what is crazy and what is not. Please help me if anything said here is a red flag. We kinda live together so it’s hard to walk away and I really want to trust what he tells me but something inside me is telling me I already know my answer.

This is a very long one. Trigger warning ⚠️
I (19f) have been in and out of long term/short term facilities since I was 12 years old. I’ve had suicide attempts and have been diagnosed with major depressive disorder. This is definitely not my first experience with a therapist. Over the years I’ve had over 6+. Not because they haven’t worked for me all the time, but because they either move onto another facility or I move onto another phase in life.
Last year I adopted a new therapist “Mere” thanks to my older sister “North”. My current Therapist “Tina” who I’ve been working with for the past 3 and a half years, switched to a facility where my insurance only covers 30 min sessions. North didn’t think that was enough for me at the time since I wasn’t doing so well mentally. The therapist she recommended worked closely with her own and offered 1hr long sessions, so I agreed wanting to try something new since my old therapist seemed to not specialize in trauma and ptsd. Kerr was highly recommended for those topics.
We started our sessions not soon after my sister offered. The first couple months were hard. Our personalities seemed to clash. Not because mine was bad, but because I was deeply depressed. I was not a joy to be around and everyone seemed annoyed with my constant melancholy. Even my therapists seemed sick of me.
Over time I learned to adapt my personality to be more palatable. My therapists loved it now that I was interacting with them and making jokes. I treated them more like friends now instead of therapists and they seemed to appreciate that. I found it funny because a lot of my issues I explained to them was faking my personality to fit into the crowd and adapt. Due to me being f a people pleaser. They didn’t see anything wrong with the change since I seemed to be getting better mentally.
I was better. I wouldn’t attribute much of my success to my therapists tho. It was nice to have someone to talk to since at the time I had no friends, but they didn’t seem to know how to handle my constant depression so I started to hide it from them. Even from myself. Over time I was able to function a lot better. I switched my sessions to only once every two weeks and I was planning on ending them all together since I was doing so well on my own and haven’t need much help in a while.
It seems that I ah e bad luck. Right when I was at my peak recovery and condition, I was raped on the first day of the new year. I spiraled back into my deep deep deep depression worse than any other relapse I had before. I survived on Benadryl and ice cream for weeks. I took the pills so I didn’t have to be awake to long. I ate only food that I liked the most (mainly unhealthily) my health declined.
My mental health was the worst of it tho. The day after the rape occurred I had a session with my newer therapist. I start telling her the details of my assault. The shock was still fresh in my brain and my memories were scrambled. I greatly blamed myself. I thought I was the weirdo.
Mere only confirmed my sentiments. Before I could fully list out the details of the night it happened she immediately started to spew accusations of my intentions that night. Saying phrases like “Well when someone is pleasuring you it’s hard to say no and there’s nothing wrong with that”
I shut up then and just agreed with her but something still didn’t sit right with me. I went on Reddit and there was mixed opinions about it. A lot of ppl validated my feelings and others thought It was my fault. After fully processing this event and fully remembering it in its entirety I can say confidently that what happened to me was rape.
The next session we had I was able to tell the full story. Mede had just said “Oh. Well you didn’t mention all this before. That’s definitely not ok”. The thing is tho, she was the one to cut me off and make assumptions instead of trying to pull out the full story. She knew I had extreme ptsd and I probably wouldn’t be able to give an in-depth detailed explanation of what happened. She still insulted me anyway and brushed me off.
I thought this to be weird but I brushed it off. When you think k you’re in the presence of a professional you don’t often question things especially if you aren’t in the mental space to do so. So ignored her.
There have been times where she’s been short with me. One time she had asked to switch a 12pm session to 5pm. When I refused she said she’d have to charge me a cancellation fee. It seemed that she just wanted to get paid for that session still and wanted to guilt me into paying. I refused and explained that she was the one who cancelled on me and she immediately backed down realizing I wouldn’t be easily pushed around. I didn’t think much of it then.
Another time. I had gone to this tattoo parlor to get my belly button pierced. I took videos and pictures of the process. She requested in our session that week to see the pictures. I agreed to send and emailed them to her in two emails. In one there was all the pictures of the parlor, the. The other had the videos of the full process. Accidentally I had added one singular picture of me. I was at school and I took a picture in the schools bathroom. There was nothing indecent about it I just accidentally pressed on that picture as I was sending the others. IT happened a lot when using your iPhone to email and I didn’t really notice.
She brought it up the next session and started to berate me for sending that singular pic out of all the obvious other intended pictures. She said it’s inappropriate to send her pictures of myself. I explained to her the accident and she seemed shocked. All she said was “oh well ok”. I don’t know why she got so triggered I’ve always kept good boundaries with her. I can’t believe she immediately started accusing me for one picture of me posing in the mirror while having a turtle neck in a jacket and everything.
Those are just a few of the shady things she’s done. Now back to current time. After I was raped. I still continued sessions with her and tried to get back on track. She wasn’t really helping. I would have extreme panic attacks on therapy video calls with her and she seemed at loss of what to do. I distanced myself from her and I started to get a little better, but then I started to have issues with some of my friends. That added onto my load of issues and started to push me to the edge.
I called my therapist the night of my attempt. I try not to call her after hours but I was in genuine crisis. I had spent the whole day being practically verbally abused by one of my friends. I was cracking slowly it surely and I reached out for help.
Otp I expressed to her how I felt betrayed by everyone around me. I asked her why everyone felt it was ok to treat me wrong whenever. Why wasn’t I able to find peace? Why I couldn’t find ppl who cared? My parents are emotionally abusive as well. That all stems into my ppl pleasing habits. I’ve let a lot of ppl take advantage of my nature because I’ve been conditioned to since birth. She knows my history and why I am the way I am. Instead of consoling me she yelled at me. “Well you knew they were bad ppl!” “If you knew they were bad ppl why are you blaming them you just need to stop hanging around bad ppl”. She then told me she had to go and hung up. She did ask me if I was safe but of course I lied. She knows I always try to see the best in ppl. I don’t see the bad till it’s too late most times. Her words stung like acid. I had been prescribed some sedatives to calm me during panic attacks. I had taken two but they weren’t helping. After that call I took the whole bottle. I didn’t want to die alone so I called my mother to stay in my room with me. Then I drifted into a deep sleep for hours into the next day’s afternoon. I had fallen asleep around 10 pm. I woke up the next day around 3pm still kicking but disordered.
I spent two weeks in a mental hospital. During that time I do t have access to my phone. I had my sister contact everyone that needed to be. Even Mere. She knew I was in there. I didn’t call her while I was there bc I was still upset at her after everything.
I was discharged but I didn’t set up a session for weeks. She emailed and called me once but I didn’t respond till I was fully settled back into my routine and okay enough to talk to her. I emailed her this
“Hallo, Sorry. I didn’t mean to ghost you. I just needed some time to get myself together. I called you just now. You are probably busy. I hope everything is doing well on your end. Sorry again. Sent from my iPhone”
I had planned to set up an appointment in the future to talk to her about everything but by the time I checked my patient portal a week or so later I had been discharged with no warning. No calm text or email.
I set up a meeting with her over the phone for 45 mins. When she first came onto the call the first thing she said was “I saw that you put our appointment for 45 mins. I changed it to 30 bc you know I did discharge you”. I thought it was pretty rude so instead of explaining everything I told her about how I didn’t have my phone in the hospital and the hospital themselves didn’t notify her because they were disorganized and were extremely unprofessional. It’s not like she wasn’t updated by my sisters anyway. When I got my phone after I got home I saw texts from her asking if I was still having a session with her. Knowing that I was in the hospital. It seemed she either didn’t care or didn’t believe I was in the hospital. In fact when she had spoken over the phone with one of my sisters she had lied to them about that night. She had told her “After I got otp with her I immediately started praying for her because I m ew something was deeply wrong” how delusional of her to say after she yelled at me and hung up.
Anyway after I explained my reasoning for going MIA she started to realize how fucked up she was and asked me how I was doing. I didn’t say much because I was done with her and she obviously didn’t intend of hearing the full story since she shortened our session. She started asking me why I didn’t want to continue therapy and seemed confused why I didn’t seem to beg her to re admit me. I told her I was done with therapy. She seemed concerned and said that she discharged me because she thought it’d be better for me to find an in person therapist. I knew it was a shitty excuse. I quickly hang up on her and don’t address anything.
I’m only processing this now because I’ve had much bigger things going on. I’m only now realizing how fucked up her behavior was. If I hadn’t spoken to her the night of my attempt I probably wouldn’t have tried to kill myself. I feel cheated out of help. I don’t feel angry at her I have to reserve that for someone more worthy of my rage. I only wished she didn’t use the fact that I would never call her out on her behavior usually. She knew my temperament and took advantage of that. I don’t think I’ll ever trust a therapist again. She victim blamed me, mocked me, berated me in my time of need, and then abandoned me on baseless assumptions that could’ve been easily cleared up if she actually listened to what my sisters and I were saying. She didn’t even say sorry when we were talking. Or express any remorse besides embarrassment for jumping to conclusions. SMH.
TLDR: My therapist berated me for trusting ppl in my life the night of my suicide attempt. Then Discharged me from her care without consulting me first. Blamed me for all her mistakes and jumped to conclusions randomly then never apologized for the baseless accusations. I am at a loss for words and at a loss for trust in therapy again.

…all while I’d given up my career and future to become her full time caregiver (nothing I’ve ever had more than a poor me thought once in a blue moon on a crappy day; I was happy to do it and committed to keeping her safe, independent and happy).
She was diagnosed with MS about ten years ago and became wheelchair bound less than a year later due to a treatment resistant form of the disease. She has the progressive form, so her health declined quickly.
There’s a long story to be had, but I’m feeling hurt and not up for typing a ton. Just wanted a place to get my pain out of my head.
Some will say it isn’t cheating because it was all online (given her disability), but there’s been multiple men, over a long period, sexting, photos, videos, etc.
I caught her a year ago and she vowed to stop, to make more of an effort in our relationship, to stop taking advantage of me, etc. We spent weeks upon weeks talking and trying to understand one another and find a path forward. I was skeptical, but I was (am?) also in love with her…so I committed to that path forward…
Almost a year to the day (yesterday) I find a messaging app on her phone by happenstance - and find multiple men, conversations spanning months and months, complete with the pics and videos.
She’s got no bullshit to try and hide behind this time. To her credit, she’s not really trying to talk her way out of it.
We’re broke, given we’ve been living off of her disability after we burned through all of MY savings and inheritance, so I’ve no means of leaving.
And, as fucked up as it is, I can’t just leave her without care - which we/she can’t afford to hire, so…
Feeling extremely lost. And broken.
I gave up a career I loved, I had to commit a half million dollar inheritance to house renovations (disabled friendly) and living expenses. I gave up sex 8 years ago when it was no longer possible (which she seemed relieve by as she would always suggest she was not a very sexual person…). I haven’t been happy in a very long time, but I’ve done my best to be the best husband I can be. I’ve always prioritized her wants and needs.
HOW?!

This is a very long one.
I (19f) have been in and out of long term/short term facilities since I was 12 years old. I’ve had suicide attempts and have been diagnosed with major depressive disorder. This is definitely not my first experience with a therapist. Over the years I’ve had over 6+. Not because they haven’t worked for me all the time, but because they either move onto another facility or I move onto another phase in life.
Last year I adopted a new therapist “Mere” thanks to my older sister “North”. My current Therapist “Tina” who I’ve been working with for the past 3 and a half years, switched to a facility where my insurance only covers 30 min sessions. North didn’t think that was enough for me at the time since I wasn’t doing so well mentally. The therapist she recommended worked closely with her own and offered 1hr long sessions, so I agreed wanting to try something new since my old therapist seemed to not specialize in trauma and ptsd. Kerr was highly recommended for those topics.
We started our sessions not soon after my sister offered. The first couple months were hard. Our personalities seemed to clash. Not because mine was bad, but because I was deeply depressed. I was not a joy to be around and everyone seemed annoyed with my constant melancholy. Even my therapists seemed sick of me.
Over time I learned to adapt my personality to be more palatable. My therapists loved it now that I was interacting with them and making jokes. I treated them more like friends now instead of therapists and they seemed to appreciate that. I found it funny because a lot of my issues I explained to them was faking my personality to fit into the crowd and adapt. Due to me being f a people pleaser. They didn’t see anything wrong with the change since I seemed to be getting better mentally.
I was better. I wouldn’t attribute much of my success to my therapists tho. It was nice to have someone to talk to since at the time I had no friends, but they didn’t seem to know how to handle my constant depression so I started to hide it from them. Even from myself. Over time I was able to function a lot better. I switched my sessions to only once every two weeks and I was planning on ending them all together since I was doing so well on my own and haven’t need much help in a while.
It seems that I ah e bad luck. Right when I was at my peak recovery and condition, I was raped on the first day of the new year. I spiraled back into my deep deep deep depression worse than any other relapse I had before. I survived on Benadryl and ice cream for weeks. I took the pills so I didn’t have to be awake to long. I ate only food that I liked the most (mainly unhealthily) my health declined.
My mental health was the worst of it tho. The day after the rape occurred I had a session with my newer therapist. I start telling her the details of my assault. The shock was still fresh in my brain and my memories were scrambled. I greatly blamed myself. I thought I was the weirdo.
Mere only confirmed my sentiments. Before I could fully list out the details of the night it happened she immediately started to spew accusations of my intentions that night. Saying phrases like “Well when someone is pleasuring you it’s hard to say no and there’s nothing wrong with that”
I shut up then and just agreed with her but something still didn’t sit right with me. I went on Reddit and there was mixed opinions about it. A lot of ppl validated my feelings and others thought It was my fault. After fully processing this event and fully remembering it in its entirety I can say confidently that what happened to me was rape.
The next session we had I was able to tell the full story. Mede had just said “Oh. Well you didn’t mention all this before. That’s definitely not ok”. The thing is tho, she was the one to cut me off and make assumptions instead of trying to pull out the full story. She knew I had extreme ptsd and I probably wouldn’t be able to give an in-depth detailed explanation of what happened. She still insulted me anyway and brushed me off.
I thought this to be weird but I brushed it off. When you think k you’re in the presence of a professional you don’t often question things especially if you aren’t in the mental space to do so. So ignored her.
There have been times where she’s been short with me. One time she had asked to switch a 12pm session to 5pm. When I refused she said she’d have to charge me a cancellation fee. It seemed that she just wanted to get paid for that session still and wanted to guilt me into paying. I refused and explained that she was the one who cancelled on me and she immediately backed down realizing I wouldn’t be easily pushed around. I didn’t think much of it then.
Another time. I had gone to this tattoo parlor to get my belly button pierced. I took videos and pictures of the process. She requested in our session that week to see the pictures. I agreed to send and emailed them to her in two emails. In one there was all the pictures of the parlor, the. The other had the videos of the full process. Accidentally I had added one singular picture of me. I was at school and I took a picture in the schools bathroom. There was nothing indecent about it I just accidentally pressed on that picture as I was sending the others. IT happened a lot when using your iPhone to email and I didn’t really notice.
She brought it up the next session and started to berate me for sending that singular pic out of all the obvious other intended pictures. She said it’s inappropriate to send her pictures of myself. I explained to her the accident and she seemed shocked. All she said was “oh well ok”. I don’t know why she got so triggered I’ve always kept good boundaries with her. I can’t believe she immediately started accusing me for one picture of me posing in the mirror while having a turtle neck in a jacket and everything.
Those are just a few of the shady things she’s done. Now back to current time. After I was raped. I still continued sessions with her and tried to get back on track. She wasn’t really helping. I would have extreme panic attacks on therapy video calls with her and she seemed at loss of what to do. I distanced myself from her and I started to get a little better, but then I started to have issues with some of my friends. That added onto my load of issues and started to push me to the edge.
I called my therapist the night of my attempt. I try not to call her after hours but I was in genuine crisis. I had spent the whole day being practically verbally abused by one of my friends. I was cracking slowly it surely and I reached out for help.
Otp I expressed to her how I felt betrayed by everyone around me. I asked her why everyone felt it was ok to treat me wrong whenever. Why wasn’t I able to find peace? Why I couldn’t find ppl who cared? My parents are emotionally abusive as well. That all stems into my ppl pleasing habits. I’ve let a lot of ppl take advantage of my nature because I’ve been conditioned to since birth. She knows my history and why I am the way I am. Instead of consoling me she yelled at me. “Well you knew they were bad ppl!” “If you knew they were bad ppl why are you blaming them you just need to stop hanging around bad ppl”. She then told me she had to go and hung up. She did ask me if I was safe but of course I lied. She knows I always try to see the best in ppl. I don’t see the bad till it’s too late most times. Her words stung like acid. I had been prescribed some sedatives to calm me during panic attacks. I had taken two but they weren’t helping. After that call I took the whole bottle. I didn’t want to die alone so I called my mother to stay in my room with me. Then I drifted into a deep sleep for hours into the next day’s afternoon. I had fallen asleep around 10 pm. I woke up the next day around 3pm still kicking but disordered.
I spent two weeks in a mental hospital. During that time I do t have access to my phone. I had my sister contact everyone that needed to be. Even Mere. She knew I was in there. I didn’t call her while I was there bc I was still upset at her after everything.
I was discharged but I didn’t set up a session for weeks. She emailed and called me once but I didn’t respond till I was fully settled back into my routine and okay enough to talk to her. I emailed her this
“Hallo, Sorry. I didn’t mean to ghost you. I just needed some time to get myself together. I called you just now. You are probably busy. I hope everything is doing well on your end. Sorry again. Sent from my iPhone”
I had planned to set up an appointment in the future to talk to her about everything but by the time I checked my patient portal a week or so later I had been discharged with no warning. No calm text or email.
I set up a meeting with her over the phone for 45 mins. When she first came onto the call the first thing she said was “I saw that you put our appointment for 45 mins. I changed it to 30 bc you know I did discharge you”. I thought it was pretty rude so instead of explaining everything I told her about how I didn’t have my phone in the hospital and the hospital themselves didn’t notify her because they were disorganized and were extremely unprofessional. It’s not like she wasn’t updated by my sisters anyway. When I got my phone after I got home I saw texts from her asking if I was still having a session with her. Knowing that I was in the hospital. It seemed she either didn’t care or didn’t believe I was in the hospital. In fact when she had spoken over the phone with one of my sisters she had lied to them about that night. She had told her “After I got otp with her I immediately started praying for her because I m ew something was deeply wrong” how delusional of her to say after she yelled at me and hung up.
Anyway after I explained my reasoning for going MIA she started to realize how fucked up she was and asked me how I was doing. I didn’t say much because I was done with her and she obviously didn’t intend of hearing the full story since she shortened our session. She started asking me why I didn’t want to continue therapy and seemed confused why I didn’t seem to beg her to re admit me. I told her I was done with therapy. She seemed concerned and said that she discharged me because she thought it’d be better for me to find an in person therapist. I knew it was a shitty excuse. I quickly hang up on her and don’t address anything.
I’m only processing this now because I’ve had much bigger things going on. I’m only now realizing how fucked up her behavior was. If I hadn’t spoken to her the night of my attempt I probably wouldn’t have tried to kill myself. I feel cheated out of help. I don’t feel angry at her I have to reserve that for someone more worthy of my rage. I only wished she didn’t use the fact that I would never call her out on her behavior usually. She knew my temperament and took advantage of that. I don’t think I’ll ever trust a therapist again. She victim blamed me, mocked me, berated me in my time of need, and then abandoned me on baseless assumptions that could’ve been easily cleared up if she actually listened to what my sisters and I were saying. She didn’t even say sorry when we were talking. Or express any remorse besides embarrassment for jumping to conclusions. SMH.
TLDR: My therapist berated me for trusting ppl in my life the night of my suicide attempt. Then Discharged me from her care without consulting me first. Blamed me for all her mistakes and jumped to conclusions randomly then never apologized for the baseless accusations. I am at a loss for words and at a loss for trust in therapy again.

I’m a little weirdo and a sweet girl who’s into music festivals and love almost all music but especially love emo and EDM. I can nerd-out about aliens, true crime (deep interest in serial killers), the paranormal, film, fashion, music, Disney, space and animals (especially cats 😽). I’m a night owl and I love going to film festivals, music festivals/raves, concerts, traveling, fine dining and the beach. I am an extroverted introvert and have a little bit of social anxiety 🥺. But if I seem to vibe with someone and they feel trustworthy I warm up quickly. I’m currently employed as a phlebotomist. I have a car as well. I guess I’m decent looking? (pretty hard on myself about my looks 🥺)
I want to get to know someone that lives in California (or seriously willing to relocate to California), in their late 20s/30s/early 40s and have a genuine wholesome connection, no nsa, no couples, no poly- a monogamous relationship only, BE SINGLE, no cheaters, don’t have a wife/gf/partner and/or children, Someone kind, attractive, giving , intelligent (intellectual-types a big plus), makes me laugh/similar humor (Superbad, Pineapple Express, Forgetting Sarah Marshall, Borat, Bruno-that kind of humor) has a job and a car, stable job/career, has their own place or is living with roommates, likes animals especially cats, a night owl, someone who wants to get married in the near future and have a family, similar interests/tastes especially in the arts, decent sense of fashion/style and taste, talkative but also has good back and forth banter and can have long deep convos, expressive emotionally, similar values and societal/political views (towards the liberal side), not afraid to be vulnerable/open with their feelings, cultured/worldly, honest from the start, humble, trustworthy, open to other povs and ideas, emotionally intelligent, understanding of mental health and can handle someone with mental health issues, has some mental health issues of their own so we can relate to each other, makes their partneSO/whoever they are dating their priority, knows what they want, mentally strong, likes taking care of others and compatible in intimacy. I am only interested in someone who wants to jump with both feet in. I want a risk taker and is ready to fall in love- not someone who is super cautious and calculated when looking for their potential partner in life. Life is short. I am looking for someone who longs for that passionate fiery love.
Would love someone that is into EDM, film/TV, the arts, a little bit of gaming, cats or animals in general, film festivals, a reader, loves traveling or wants to travel, enjoys fine dining or just good food and the loves the beach. Emo, goths, ravers, tats/piercings or just has a cool/edgy aesthetic is a huge plus! Feel free to hit me up on chat (not DM) and send a pic (I’ll send one back if I’m interested) so I can put a face to who I am talking to :) (Physical attraction is important in building a connection so If you can’t send a photo showing your face in the beginning please don’t respond to this post)

I’ll see pics of full grown plants with some that have just a hint of purple, and others with a whole mesmerizing purple leaf.
But it looks too good to be true. Do they actually develop fully purple leaves? If so, how do you encourage it, and how long does it usually take?

The sooner I find her, the sooner I will quit this subreddit and you will have one less dude from a long list of guys who on an average sends a dm to a girl from which she eventually eenie, meenie miny moes. 😂 ...so please updoooootttttt brooos and someone else's sisters but not mine lol
So if a girl is reading this post I wanna say:
I'm that one charming, dashing, regal, elegant, revolutionary and an evolutionary specimen, one of a kind masterpiece who's going to rock your world with my humor, random energy bursts, lots of love and musicals to a point that the thought of me will be on your mind, in your heart and on your lips always even while you're awake and even as you sleep, even in your dreams.
You will get so addicted to me I swear that if you breakup with me someday you'll think "Damnnnn he was something!" 😂 (because I won't breakup with you but if you do, it won't be too easy to forget me lol)
What I'm looking for is someone as crazy as me to match my energy. Someone who will keep me on the hook all the time, cling to me and rock my world. Two crazy people more crazy together make even crazier offspring.
Even if you're not that crazy I wanna say life's too short to wail over dramas and worry about everyday problems or even worse.
Sooo, wanna take a leap and get on this wild ride with me so that we make the most out of our lives laughing, crying, flirting, cuddling and exploring the world together? ❤️
This is me >>
https://imgur.com/a/x5Stlg7
Please add a pic to your message so that I know what you look like...just to add a face to the conversation so that I know what you look like...
Also I'm a Muslim if that matters.

The sooner I find her, the sooner I will quit this subreddit and you will have one less dude from a long list of guys who on an average sends a dm to a girl from which she eventually eenie, meenie miny moes. 😂 ...so please updoooootttttt brooos and someone else's sisters but not mine lol
So if a girl is reading this post I wanna say:
I'm that one charming, dashing, regal, elegant, revolutionary and an evolutionary specimen, one of a kind masterpiece who's going to rock your world with my humor, random energy bursts, lots of love and musicals to a point that the thought of me will be on your mind, in your heart and on your lips always even while you're awake and even as you sleep, even in your dreams.
You will get so addicted to me I swear that if you breakup with me someday you'll think "Damnnnn he was something!" 😂 (because I won't breakup with you but if you do, it won't be too easy to forget me lol)
What I'm looking for is someone as crazy as me to match my energy. Someone who will keep me on the hook all the time, cling to me and rock my world. Two crazy people more crazy together make even crazier offspring.
Even if you're not that crazy I wanna say life's too short to wail over dramas and worry about everyday problems or even worse.
Sooo, wanna take a leap and get on this wild ride with me so that we make the most out of our lives laughing, crying, flirting, cuddling and exploring the world together? ❤️
This is me >>
https://imgur.com/a/x5Stlg7
Please add a pic to your message so that I know what you look like...just to add a face to the conversation so that I know what you look like...
Also I'm a Muslim if that matters.

Hi, 31F in central west Florida. Have a situation that is distressing but not sure if I could qualify for a harassment/stalking injunction and whether that’d help in the end or make things worse.
Few dates. Few weeks. Things got weird, he sent me pics I didn’t want to see, I rejected him, he sort of accepted it but continued texting, I set a firmer boundary, he moved out of state. Great. Fast fwd to 2024, he moved back and moved into my back yard. My landlords have an RV back there, I’m obv upset but maybe he was desperate or homeless, idk. I just avoid him. He also started going to my church - but not talking to me there at all. Didn’t talk to me at my home for the first month or so. Then, he left hand-me-down men’s shorts on my porch with a note. I returned the note with the shorts (and the gifts he gave me last year during the few dates), and wrote on the note to please not give me any gifts and don’t come onto my porch. About 1 week later, he is on my porch with the landlords discussing re-building the porch. Don’t know whether they or he initiated that idea, but now he’s taking a very long time to rebuild it. He spends max 3 hrs on it per week and it’s been 3-4 weeks that it’s dragging on. But not only this - he also began creating drama. He reached out to a mutual friend of mine and expressed an assumption disguised as concern. He was ‘concerned’ that I have a boyfriend who I’m sleeping with - this is considered bad in our religious practice, thus his concern was for my spiritual state. This also means he’s taking note of the cars parking at my house, assuming, and talking about it. In that convo with friend he also shared some personal information that I had told him while we were dating briefly last year. This has created drama, hurt me and my reputation, and damaged my friendship with the mutual friend.
I feel like I have my hands tied and cannot do anything about this. My living situation depends on it. He’s best friends with my landlord and I already have to walk a fine line of appeasing them in order to stay here. If I tell them he’s bothering me, they’ll think I’m the problem and it could jeapoardize my housing. I can’t get him away from me. He lives in my backyard and he’s friends with my landlord, he’s got the ear of my mutual friend, he got into my church circle and he’s working on my porch for weeks… if I upset him, his responses will involve others in my circle. Because he knows a piece of private information, I can’t say anything for fear he might defend himself by blurting it out to others.
My question is, is this just a run of the mill case of drama, or is there anything in here that could qualify for a harassment/stalking injunction?
Edit: Not sure what his intentions are. Could be a clueless idiot, or could be strategically playing games to mess with me.

I (14f) and my crush (14m) have been friends since grade 7, i had a crush on him since i ever saw eyes on him. I hit him up with a text and that spiralled into us becoming close friends.
He became like my go-to person for advice and ect.. He asked if had a crush and who, i told him i had a crush on this other dude i had a crush on prior to him.
My favourite memory was the day i skipped HPE cause at this point i was getting bullied by a bunch of 'friends', he found me just sitting down and scrolling on my phone and stood in front of me, we basically just talked and he made fun of him and vice-versa. I got up and he followed me where we just stared at each-other, no words - just stared at each-other.
Later that year we shared air-pods, he didn't care if i cleaned it or not ( i did dont worry) and he put on a song he really liked, i couldn't hear it but i think it was a love song. I let him listen to the song.
This girl that i'll call Mia, anyways she also had a crush on him and i made the mistake of telling Mia i had a crush on him. She didn't tell anyone but she did act more touchy with him. Put mascara on him, and tried to braid his hair.
I kept talking with him, face-timed and played video games all the time.
Anyways i woke up to find people messaging me telling me that everybody knew i liked him, and he swore he didn't like me, i didn't go that day but our interactions were the same. I messed up and we didn't talk for a long time until i apologised.
We still talked, but no irl interactions. My fucking dumbass friend edited a pic of me 'talking shit' about him and sent it to him, and we just stopped talking, he brought up me having a crush on him and we stopped talking
That was in grade 7, im in grade 9 now.
The last interaction was him telling me that a guy in my class had a crush on me, which didn't seem likely because the guy instantly swore on god that he didn't
how do i talk to him without sounding/seeming like a weirdo.
(Also the girl who likes him - 'Mia', is a jealous bitch, she follows him everywhere, talks to him all the time and she slapped a girl really hard for COMPLIMENTING HIS HAIR as a joke, he got a buzzcut and she was making fun of him. Shes popular so nobody cares - plus shes pretty?)

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First, let me say that this is already done, so there’s no changing anything at this point, but I feel a bit guilty about my part in this.
I live in an apartment building, like many do. I’m a feminine-presenting woman, and basically present straight but I’m a lesbian. I’ve lived in my building complex for a number of years now. Before I lived here, I lived with an ex partner who owned her place and was much bigger (taller and in weight) than me, and was quite abusive, threatening, and an alcoholic in denial. The history isn’t fully pertinent here but it does gives some background.
About a year ago, I was in my parking lot and got talking to the maintenance man and a woman I’d never seen before. She found out I was in the apartment next to the one she owned, and she very strongly said “do NOT get to know my son.” Uhhh okay. That warning came out of nowhere honestly. Now, I’d already met her son in passing, but in all the time he lived next door, which was about a year and a half, maybe two years I think, we had one extremely brief exchange ever. However, her son was “tall, dark, built, and handsome.” So, I’m sure she assumed I was straight and possibly interested. Fair point, I get that assumption a lot. I didn’t correct her.
Her son kept to himself, never spoke to anyone, and never bothered me. No idea what he ever did with his time, but I never tried to find out either. He did have his door ajar constantly and a wire that plugged into the outlet directly outside his door, which at first was a bit uncomfortable, only because the door was open all the time, but didn’t bother me otherwise. It wasn’t my electricity, you know?
Fast forward to a few months ago when I came home and saw a handwritten sign posted on his door talking about how technology allowed people to listen to and abuse his brain, and mentioned a bunch of names, including some personal relationships (his, not mine) and some local politicians names. (Note: I’m trying not to go into great detail to keep this as vague as possible).
Now this is the start of where I may be TA. I took a pic of the letter, because this was definitely out of the ordinary and I sent a photo of it to my landlord, who suggested I send it to the building manager (which I did), as well as I sent it to a friend who has dealt with stalkers for some advice…and I went to the police. Building manager basically said we know, nothing we can do. Cool. Friend said he’s not threatening you, it’s not a crime. Fully agree.
I decided to stop by the police - NOT to in any way get him in trouble, but given my past experience with my ex who made me feel incredibly unsafe in my living space, I wanted to just get the lay of the land of what they thought, what could or should be done if things escalated in any way. The police suggested what I thought they would - call the non-emergency line and ask for wellness check, but otherwise, no crime has been committed, nothing to be done. Okay, I felt better understanding what I could/should do IF there were any other issues. I never did call the non-emergency line btw. Again, I never wanted to get him in trouble, just saw that there were concerning issues.
Fast forward to about two months ago and I come home to find an eviction letter typed up from the building on his door. Amongst the things they cited was that he was stealing electricity - and that he made his neighbors uncomfortable living near him.
OH. NOOOOOO…..
Ugh the waves of guilt and crappiness I felt upon seeing that. Like most, I struggle with my own mental health issues, and other than exes, have had lots of friends struggle with mental health issues, including one friend who unalived herself two years ago. Was I semi-concerned for my own safety? Well yeah, history can make you skittish even when you don’t mean to be. But ultimately? I recognized this guy was likely having medical issues and needed people to know and help him. Did I go about this in the right way? Pretty sure I did not.
So yeah, an email came through a month or so ago from management to the tenants that his mom legally evicted him from her apartment. And while I know these issues were happening long before me (given her comments to me), and ultimately weren’t my fault, I feel awful about my part in possibly making a mentally ill man unhoused (note: I have no further information about his situation since he was evicted).
Basically I feel like a giant AH, and I know on some level, I definitely was. As I said, the courts have already decided and he’s gone, so there’s nothing I can do now anyway. I just feel crappy, and I’m sure some of you will confirm I deserve to feel crappy. I’ll take that. Anyway, to wrap this up, the mental health care system sucks and I hate that this guy needed help and I may have had a hand in making things harder for him.
Okay have at me.