Funniest dirty jokes all time

So, this happened earlier today, and I still can't believe my fuck up. For context, I have this really weird habit of licking the tips of shoes. I know it sounds bizarre, but there's something about the taste and texture that I find oddly satisfying. I've always managed to keep this a secret from everyone, including my wife, Emily. Until today.
Me and my wife went to Target to pick up a few things. Emily wandered off to the home goods section while I made my way to the shoe aisle to check out a new pair of loafers (my old ones got destroyed the last time I went out drinking with buddie’s). As I stood there, admiring a pair of shiny new shoes, the urge hit me hard. I glanced around, making sure no one was watching, and decided to get in a quick lick.
Just as my tongue made contact with the tip of the shoe, I heard a gasp. I looked up, and there she was my beautiful wife Emily, standing at the end of the aisle with a look of sheer horror on her face. My heart sank. She had caught me in the act.
“What are you doing?” she exclaimed, loud enough for a few nearby shoppers to turn their heads.
I tried to stammer out an explanation, but what could I say? There’s no easy way to explain why you're licking shoes in a public store. I told her “it’s not what it looks like, there was a smudge on the front of the shoe” (I know I know it’s the best I could come up with at the time).
My wife sat there for a moment in complete confusion, she then turned around and stormed off towards the exit.
I followed her out, feeling utterly humiliated. Once we were outside, she turned to me and said, “Is this some kind of joke? Why on earth were you licking a smudge off a shoe?”
I took a deep breath knowing that it was inevitable and confessed everything about my shoe-licking habit. I told her how I’d kept it a secret for years, thinking she’d never understand.
After a few minutes of silence and me trying to get her to understand she said “This is… a lot to take in. I need some time to process this.”
We drove home in silence, and now I'm sitting here, writing this out, wondering what’s going to happen next. I love my wife and don’t want this to come between us, but I also know how strange my habit must seem to her. I can’t give up my habit for it something I truly enjoy but I know today, I really messed up, and I just hope we can get past this. Do you all think I’m the AH for not telling her at the beginning of our relationship? What steps can I take to resolve this?
TL;DR: I got caught licking the tip of a shoe in Target by my wife, and now I might have seriously messed up our relationship.

Most recently its my height. I am 5'9" not super tall but they have become obsessed that I am shorter. Trying to stand back to back to me randomly asking people at funerals how tall they think I am. Even after my wife told them to stop they keep trying to prove me a liar about my height of all things. This weekend mothers day we were visting my wife's mom and they were talking about how my son will be taller than me. (He 100% will.) Then they say to me. As of they have not asked like 15 times already. "How tall are you..... 5'5" 5'6"." I honestly think they were trying to piss me off. I just laughed and said no 5'9" like every other time you ask. Thr funniest part is my wife is 5'6" and I am several inches taller than her.
Last time they had a obsession about me it was my age. I lied about my age. And I was supposedly like 5 or 6 years younger than I said.
Anyone stopped crazy in-laws before?

Dear you,
I have absolutely NO IDEA why I'm even saying this to you, but I'm going to trust the leading of the universe here. Obviously, you're picking up that I'm having trouble recognizing your voice among the many who try to imitate you in hopes of receiving a particular response that should actually be for you. Yes, I am reader (as well as a writer), which means I'm intrigued as well as curious in the event anyone tries to engage me in a story. But ... the universe has intervened and has decided to set you even further apart.
Back in 2020, when you and I were barely beginning our "partnership", you did share with me snippets of your writing ... attempts. Short paragraphs of a group of people simply enjoying greasy burgers in a diner, followed by an eagle with lion's teeth swooping through the town to eat all of its citizens, followed by a blood moon rising that signifies the end ~ or maybe the beginning? ~ of the world. You shared with me how, at one point in time, you tried your hardest to pursue writing and to make something out of it, but your (former?) flame at the time, who was considered your most valued writing partner, was unavailable to you so you had decided to permanently shelve any further attempts strictly on her account. You did share with me your intention to pick writing back up once you got settled in the service, including journal writing, but that was years ago. Have you even started? Tried it? And did you give up?
Remembering your storytelling attempts was not to shame you in any way, but for me to affirm that, between the two of us, it's okay that I'm actually the writer. You may be very excellent, and absolutely eloquent in the delivery of your words when you speak. But putting them on paper? You may struggle with it, trying to put those very deep and complicated emotions that swirl around in your mind, and making them very cohesive in an attempt to grab my attention. Let me assure you ... I no longer expect you to speak to me or try to engage me in that way. At least, not right now.
I do, however, want to praise an underdeveloped talent that you may have forgotten. Again, this memory goes all the way back to 2020. You and I were talking on the phone, and we somehow ended up talking about Mad Men and the surprising ending. (**SPOILER ALERT AHEAD**) Now, you may not necessarily remember, but I do remember the way that you half-jokingly were singing "I'd like to teach the world to sing ...". I don't remember anything that had happened, but I do remember how well and how good you sounded. Even though we kept talking, what I really wanted to tell you was, "Keep going! Keep singing! You were good!"
So, here is a healthy challenge for you ...
Take whatever it is that you want to say to me. Put it in a song and sing it. I will be able to remember your voice. And when I do, and the universe blesses me to do so, I will come back to you.
~ Me

Unsent letter for my husband,who does not use Reddit. I really debated on weather or not I would post this because of how vulnerable it is, and honestly because I realize I'm a moron. But here we are. Probably will delete later. Idk.
Sometimes I feel like you're trying to make me worse. I don't have the energy to keep arguing with you every night. I just want peace. Why won't you allow me to have that? Why won't you just fucking leave me alone, I feel like you're taunting me at this point. I hate that you tell me you love me while you sit there and actively break me down to the point I don't really feel like a human being anymore. And if you love me, why the fuck am I constantly begging to be treated like a human being? Tonight was a good example of when I say you're so dismissive of my feelings. When you came outside & asked what I was doing. I told you I was watching my therapy videos and asked to be alone for a little. Still, you sat down and I repeatedly told you I wanted to be alone. You ignored me, and and the more annoyed I got you laughed. Do you even understand how much it took for me to recognize the signs of an episode before they happen? I warned you that my mood was about to flip on you and the way you smiled and looked so smug was all it took. I removed myself from the situation and went for a drive and ended up in the parking lot down the street. I shouldn't have to leave the house just to feel okay. And you still couldn't fucking leave me alone! You sit there and text me like you don't know what you did wrong. And put it back on me. You tell me that you thought I was joking and didn't realize until it was too late. But how could you not? We've been together almost every single day for 9 years. How is it you always know when someone else does something that bothers me, but never when you do unless it's spelled out for you? How do you not recognize the changes in my face, my body language. You're so observant yet so oblivious. I feel like I'm being difficult because I ignored your I'm sorry. But then I remind myself that you apologize to me on a daily basis. You apologize to me so much that it sounds rehearsed. No matter how many times I tell you, you don't get how generic your apologies are, how insincere they are. You've repeated the same phrases, the same excuses so many times I too can reciet them. Why is it that whenever we have serious conversations you tell me you don't know what to say. Or if I bring up something that bothers me that you will ignore me for hours, days, sometimes until the next weekend. Then other times, you know exactly what to say, you can say all the right things I want to hear. You hold yourself accountable, you apologize, you make promises to work on it. But the thing is, you never do work on those things. Then you want to make me feel bad when the next time we're having the same conversation, different situation and you make me feel like shit for being difficult and not believing you can or will change. I can only tell you so many times that if you don't actually work on the things you say you will work on than how the fuck am I supposed to ever believe you? I wish you understood, like really and truly understood how mentally exhausting it is to sit there and repeatedly break down step by step why and how you are hurting me just to watch you do it again & again. All while telling me you didn't know, or just didn't think. You don't realize how damaging your apologies are to me, how confusing they are to me. Your actions hurt me, but you say the right things and all the sudden I feel like I'm over reacting or being dramatic and even though it's not your intentions it feels like it's my fault. Maybe it is my fault and I think about that too. Sometimes I wonder why you put up with me. I'm always sad, I'm always crying, I'm always one step off the edge. You keep telling me that I'll get better and that I'm like this because of the things you have done and still do. And that when you work on those things I'll get better. And then I feel like I'm a piece of shit. I feel worthless, I feel drained... And honestly. I don't remember the last time I felt okay, like actually okay. I know I wasn't always like this but find myself wondering if I'll always be like this? Most of the time I feel like I am going crazy.. I'm so out of touch with reality, I'm not living a life anymore, I am living every day on repeat. For months now I have spent hours completely on auto pilot. Every day I wake up, I feel a little more dead inside. I cry for no reason, all of the time. Even when I'm driving and it's embarrassing. I feel stuck, stuck in my own head, stuck in this depression, stuck in this life. I really do feel like I won't be here much longer. It's no longer a feeling that comes up in intense moments, it's constant, daily, a reoccurring feeling I can't shake. I feel changes in myself that make me scared. I don't want to be around anyone, not other people and especially not the people I love. I don't watch t.v anymore, I can't complete most tasks anymore, I eat purely to stop the shaking most of the time. The only time I seem to want to talk is when I'm in a manic episode and can't shut the hell up. You contributed to that.. Because of you I feel the need to over explain everything. I find myself trying to explain things multiple ways, and I just ramble. I don't know how to stop once I start and that now carries on in any conversation I have. You ignore me so much that I feel like I'm talking to myself. You tell me you're not doing it on purpose, you constantly tell me you didn't hear me or try and convince me that I didn't say anything. It makes me feel like I'm actually insane. You are always making me question my own reality. I feel like you do that often, you make me feel unsure of myself. Sometimes I feel like you want me to hate myself with the things you say and do. Like how you know I have an eating disorder but will make comments telling me I'm not hungry or that I don't need it, or make jokes that I take too long to eat like I'm not painfully aware and it's not like you don't know why. Then you'll tell me I'm crazy for thinking I'm fat, or tell me that I need to start eating if I want to be healthy. Or how you sat there for years and made comments for years to do something different with my hair, and you were tired of my black hair. So I died it red. And $250 later and you immediately tell me you want me to go back to my black hair. But it's okay, because you'll turn around and tell me it looks good now that I'm obsessing about changing it again. You sit there and text me supportive things constantly and I read them over and over again and it just furthers the idea that I'm crazy. You used to tell me you weren't big on affection, then one day you started saying you like affection. Okay great, so I try and give that to you... Consistently and it's hardly returned. Either you don't reciprocate it at all, or it seems like a chore. But then, I get in a mood and all the sudden, you're affectionate, playful and loving. And I will say, you are affectionate sometimes when we are good too, it's just not as often on the scale.. It just seems like, you want me most when I'm the least interested in being near you and that doesn't make sense to me. Why is the most effort, and the only time I see you trying is when you feel like I'm going to finally walk away? Why does everything I ask for seem to be asking for too much? How can you possibly love me when for the last year straight I have asked literally begged you to work on things, I begged you to be consistent, to stop lying to me, to take me seriously, to stop hurting me, to stop treating me the way you do, I told you repeatedly that I was loosing all feelings. Not just for you, but the amount of pain I've been in, I am going numb to everything and everyone. I'm in dangerous cycle of anger, dispair, numbness and being delusional. Every one and a while, like now.. I feel like I wake up. And suddenly I see everything for what it truly is. And then I feel embarrassed that for lack of respect I have for myself, or my own boundaries, I feel guilty for thinking bad things about you and so I turn around and begin tortumenting myself with everything I ever said to you and the self hatred ensues. I then go into a state of crisis and feel like everything around me is closing in and bam, I feel nothing. I don't care about any of it, but I'm aware of all of it.. and I feed on that pain for a while. Sometimes it's short lived, sometimes it's hours, or even days where I will convince myself this time I'm going to get out and... Just like that, I feel paralyzed again and the pain is too much. I fade out again and none of it was real. When I come out of this state, I won't even be able to read this letter back to myself until it happens again. I don't know why that happens but the more it does, I feel myself deteorating. I feel like my nervous system is fried. I am tired of being nauseous every fucking day. I am tired of my body constantly shaking in controlably. I am tired of being so exhausted single day but the later it gets the more I feel awake. You really don't get what you're doing to me. And I'm not saying that every negative thing I feel, experience or go through is because you're just 1 person and you aren't responsible for all of the things, I am. But you do contribute to them. If you really are worried about my mental health, then why don't you ever take it seriously? Truthfully it's because I think you don't take me seriously. Why would you? The amount of shit that I've let slide, I think is a good indication of how little I value myself and how little you value me no matter what your words say. If you valued me, you wouldn't tell me that you don't reflect on our conversations after we have them. You wouldn't sit there and tell me that in 9 years of being together you have never bothered to learn about my disease even though it affects my life every waking day, even when I sit there and actively try and educate you just for you to tell me you can't retain the information. If you valued me, you wouldn't constantly apologize for making the same "mistakes" over and over, and saying you didn't realize until after you did it or after I explained it. Things that most people wouldn't have to explain, like that it's hurtful when you don't reply to our serious conversation but I come in the room and you're watching YouTube shorts or playing video games instead and that took priority. Or how it's upsets me that I can fall asleep crying, with you saying nothing and you think it's okay to wake me up for sex in the middle of the night. The list goes on.. it's never ending and I am always having to break everything down for you to such a degree that as bad as it is to say, I rather you treat me like shit then explain one more time in detail how you are treating me like shit. I feel like a horrible wife because I don't have the desire to fix our relationship anymore. I barely have the will to live anymore, let alone continue this cycle that deep down I know will never end. Every year, you get just a little bit worse in some ways, and better in others. And now, it's harder because in some ways you are better. There are plenty of times I am sad, that you ask me if I am sad, of it I'm okay. But the thing is, when I say I'm not or I do open up to you, you get quiet and I feel disappointed and alone. I can't express enough that I don't expect you to have the right answer, or even any solution. I just want to feel heard. Then the next time it happens and you ask and I lie and say I'll say I'm fine because when I do admit to being sad, even when you aren't the reason you go silent. You hug me randomly and that makes me feel loved. You smile at me sometimes when I am ranting.And I love how when we are good, we're like the best of friends. I like that you started buying me flowers, I just hate that I know why I got them. Sometimes you help me cook, and it feels nice to spend time with you. But then I am also resentful because on a daily basis your version of spending time is limited to us laying in bed and watching t.v or you telling me random facts. You never want to go out, you never want to try a new activity together, and when I say I just want to be with you and talk, I get stuck carrying the conversation. I keep trying to explain to you that the bad has far out weighted the good for too long. I have so much anger and resentment towards you, that it's hard to look past that when I look at you. Granted through our relationship you've done a lot of things anyone with common sense would of walked away from, what you've put me through in the last 2 years I just can't forgive no matter how much I try. It's especially hard to heal, when you continue adding to it. I never get the chance.. I don't feel loved by you. I don't feel safe with you. I don't feel like I can trust you. And the fact is, some things are just so fucked up that you can't recover from and unfortunately deep down I know that.Far too many to put into this letter alone but you know what you've done,no matter how much you play ignorant and tell me you don't remeber...I spent most of last year year, throwing up, collapsing, and psychically every day.. then I started going through the cancer testing and the same week that I was waiting for my results, you were cheating on me.. I left for 3 days and stayed at my mom's came home, and agreed to make it work for the sake of our family... Again...for our family. It took more than you will ever know to come back home. You will never understand how you absolutely destroyed me that day, and that every day since I live in fear for what you're doing that I don't know. Part of me obsessed about it, mostly I ignore the very realistic possibilities that you will do it again. You've betrayed me twice since then not on the same level but none the less. It shouldn't of happened at all. I put up a wall up with you that day, and it just keeps growing. You don't even see it for how it really is do you? That I've started avoiding you from the moment we come home. That I take the girls out for more mommy daughter days than family days. That I handle my responsibilities as a mother, but completely shut off to you for the last few weeks. That I have been doing so much work on myself, not that I didn't need to, and always will.. but just .. You don't see what's happening here. Or maybe you do, and that's why your all the sudden half ass trying just a little more. I pray one day I stop fading deeper into denial and wake up. The truth is.. I'm not ready to fully admit it to myself...but I don't love you..and haven't for quite some time.. As I finish writing this, I am feeling numb again and I know I will wake up tomorrow and apologize for my role in this. I'll wake up tomorrow and break myself trying to convince myself that I do love you, I'm just sick...

Hey everyone! I'm new here on Reddit, a 21 y/o male from the Philippines looking for also male friends! Ever need a dependable friend who can make you laugh yet can also be there for you during the tough shit? Me too! Let's be that for each other then!
Some things about me, I love PC gaming (so if u wanna play some time lmk!), a casual fan of F1, and starting to learn how to play tennis! Favorite music genre tends to be rock (especially punk rock, pop rock, pop punk) but I listen to anything! I also absolutely love bad jokes its unreal. Now I realize I'm not rly that interesting after all haha.
Feel free to send me a chat if you think we'll get along. I don't mind which timezone or country you're from! Just tell me your ASL because I wanna know who I am talking to. Would also be willing to voice chat down the line if we get along! See ya soon, friend!

I (25F) have been talking to this guy (29M) I matched with on tinder. He lives in my city and we’re going to meet for coffee on Thursday. Today, we were chatting and just narrowing down a time and place, and he tells me about his Mother’s Day yesterday and we share what we both did with our moms. Then goes on to say, and call HIMSELF, a “mamas boy”. He said he told his mom about our upcoming “date” and she always tells him how she wants him to find someone good and gets excited for him. I really, really, REALLY, want this to be a good one. I have already been through the actual mamas boy thing before and do NOT want to do it again. He hasn’t given any signs he’s dependent on his mom, (among all the other things that makes a mamas boy bad) and truthfully I won’t be canceling the date or anything I still want to see and meet this guy. But idk…calling himself a mamas boy leaves a bit of a bad taste in my mouth. I joked around and asked whether that was a good thing or not (because I also believe there are good mamas boys and I don’t believe it’s inherently a negative thing!*) but he hasn’t answered lol.
What would you all think if a potential partner referred to themselves as mamas boy or daddy’s girl?!
TIA appreciate it so much :)

I normally don’t post here because I just like to read the posts. But it’s come down to this due to a shitty situation that my fiancé is in that I have been dragged into (not her fault).
Anyways, I got offered a really good job offer in a town that was an hour from my hometown. I didn’t want to do the drive back and forth due to it being the grave shift. My fiancé lived in the town where I got the job offer so she offered for me to stay there at the place with her. She had a roommate and she ended up talking to her and asking her if it was okay for me to stay there until their lease is up (it’s up in August of this year, I moved in in January). The roommate agreed that it was fine and she had no issues with it. She said she liked me as a person and I was always really kind to her when I would come hang out with my fiancé.
The first three months were fine. No issues, no fighting, no arguments, nothing. I didn’t really see much of the roommate due to me working the grave shift so I never came into contact with her unless she was off when I had off days (which were rare). So I’d go to work come home sleep and then go back to work that night and so on so forth. One night my fiancé had her best friend over and they did a paint night to unwind after work. They painted in the living room (which is a common space to hang out that’s meant to be lived in). My fiancé accidentally left a small paint brush on the coffee table in the living room. And when I say small, it was literally no bigger than a pencil. Well the roommate texted my fiancé a long detailed paragraph stating that the living room isn’t meant for “personal items” and that it’s “not meant to be lived in” and she “shouldn’t have her stuff out there”. The roommate has her dogs toys all over the floor out there, all her pictures and frames, her alcohol on the floor by the couch, etc. And no, I’m really not exaggerating, that place looked like it was just her place even though both her and my fiancé are on the lease and split the payments. My fiancé “wasn’t allowed” to be in the living room. But the roommate was allowed to have her f*ck buddies over screwing them on the couch when we’re in the next room. It got to the point where we couldn’t ever come out of the room and basically lived in there. We ate, slept, watched tv in my fiancés bedroom. That’s no way to live. And it was all because her roommate got mad about a paint brush.
Anyways, fast forward a few weeks and everything is fine. The roommate didn’t say anything else and both my fiancé and I stayed out of her way. But my fiancé works with her unfortunately so she does have to see her some days. But I avoided her at all costs because I didn’t want to deal with the drama. I have no time for petty stuff like that. But that’s not the worst part. The worst part comes after those weeks that were semi okay. Her roommate ends up calling the landlord and saying she would like me to be added to the lease (even though in the beginning she never asked me to be added and I offered many times to pay rent and she declined it) but I would do other things like put $500 worth of food in the house (that she would eat in less than two weeks) and pay for the WiFi (that she had everything hooked up to). And even went as far as cleaning her dirty dishes, cleaning the fridge out that had her moldy food in it from months back and cleaning the dog shit off the porch from her dog that she left sit there for weeks on end. Not including taking out the 40 trash bags that she left on the porch all piled up and smelling like shit. And yes, it was 40 bags. I didn’t complain about it. I just did it and left it at that. Well she went into another detailed message to my fiancé saying that “we don’t clean up after ourselves” and “I have to clean up all your trash” etc etc. No, she doesn’t. And she hasn’t. I’m a very OCD person. I’m a germaphobe as well and I hate when things are dirty. I always clean up after myself. There’s never been a time when I didn’t. Anyways, my fiancé told her all that I’ve done to keep the place clean for them and how much I have helped and her roommate got pissed off and went on saying that if I don’t start halfing the rent with them that I can get out. And then said that my cat can’t stay (my cat is a ESA, he has doctor signed papers stating that he’s allowed to be with me and I don’t have to pay anything to have him places. The roommate didn’t know that he was an ESA and got mad that she couldn’t throw my cat out bc of it). The landlord ended up calling my fiancé (because she loves her) and told her what the roommate was trying to do. So my fiancé and I both went to meet the landlord to talk to her. Her landlord said that she didn’t mind me being there, she knew I was there and she said I never started any issues. According to the rules they don’t have a limit on how long guests can stay like some places. The landlord went on to say how the roommates old boyfriend stayed there for a whole year and that my fiancé had no issues with it (which she didn’t). And he didn’t do half of what I do around the place. The roommates current bf also stays long periods of time too. To which my fiancé didn’t care. Why would she? He didn’t cause any issues just like I haven’t. I literally barely spoke to her. I never really seen her. I didn’t do anything to make her angry at me. The people that know me know that I would never do anything to hurt anyone or upset them. I’m literally the nicest person someone will ever meet. Anyways, the landlord said that unfortunately since I wasn’t on the lease that if the roommate wanted me added I’d have to be added. That’s okay, I was fine with that. Well my fiancé told the roommate the next day that we could add me and she said “nah, I don’t want him added now. I want him out by May 1st or I’m calling the cops”. It was April 25th when she told us this. So I had less than a week to find a new place and leave. Unfortunately I had no choice bc I wasn’t on the lease and if I stayed she could call the cops and have me removed from the apartment. I didn’t want that on my public record so I ended up moving back to my home town and luckily found a two bed house for a decent price. My fiancé who said she would never move to my hometown ended up moving with me. So she’s paying rent here and there as well.
What I need advice on after this long story and yes I know it’s long but it needed to be said. But what I need advice on is, I was planning on paying the $2,200 left on the rent for the two months that’s left on the lease to help my fiancé so she doesn’t have to pay it. That way she doesn’t have to pay the rent anymore and can pay rent with me down here (which is way cheaper). The roommate stated that if we prorate the $2,200 that she would release my fiancé from the lease by signing the release form that the landlord gave her. Well, I prorated the rent and she still hasn’t signed the form. She stated it’s bc “you left trash in the room that needs to be taken out”. There’s nothing left in there that belongs to my fiancé literally nothing at all. She still hasn’t signed the form and has been ignoring my fiancé. We have tried to ask the landlord but unfortunately she can’t do anything. What I’m asking is, should I just go get my check back and should my fiancé just not pay her? I know that would be so shitty to do but at this point she’s left us no choice and no other options. She won’t work with us, she’s very rude and inconsiderate and hates us for literally no reason. Is there anything that I can do? If she just doesn’t pay will she get in trouble? A friend of mine that I work with (who is also a landlord as well) told me that if my fiancé just leaves that the rest of the rent would fall on the roommate. She’s had it happen before at the places she rents out. Is that true? I really don’t want her to be in this situation anymore. It’s stressing both of us out and ultimately making us anxious, upset and angry just thinking about it. We are planning our wedding and just moved into this new place and would like to enjoy doing that instead of dealing with this. I just need opinions and options or advice on what to do. Anything helps really. Thank you for all who have read this.

I don't know if I'm asking the right subreddit about this but I really need advice. (This account is a throwaway if anyone cares).
I (26F) have a friend Max (26M) from college that I reconnected with. We technically met in 2019 as classmates but didn't really start hanging out until 2021. Max essentially DM'd me on Instagram and worked up to asking me out on a date. I didn't have feelings for him but he asked I give us a chance and so I did and after our first date I told him I only see him as a friend. He seemed fine with that and thus started our friendship and we made great memories since we have similar interests. Things were fine until I met someone in the summer of 2022 who eventually became my BF. I didn't tell any of my friends about my BF until about 3 months in dating him. When I finally told Max about him, I thought he was cool about it. It wasn't until late Fall of 2022 where things got weird for me. I went on a trip with Max and his friends and when we came back from the trip, he told me he still had feelings for me when he dropped me home. I felt guilty and confused. I felt guilty and wondered if I did anything wrong, and I was confused he told me this knowing I have a BF now. I told my BF and he thought it was weird too but he didn't stop me from being friends with him. I tried to disregard what Max told me (bc he told me he just wanted to let me know so he can get it off his chest and move on) but it really started bothering me. I felt like I was hurting him just by spending time with him. I eventually cut Max off in the winter of 2022. I told him I felt uncomfortable spending time alone with him knowing how he feels about me. He asked me how long I wasn't gonna speak to him and I wasn't really sure so I didn't give him an exact amount of time. I just expressed I needed space. This space eventually lasted for about a year. Towards the end of 2023, I honestly don't remember the order of the events but basically Max contacted me and apologized for what happened between us. He was really upset I cut contact with him, but he learned to understand my perspective and apologized for overstepping a boundary. Around this time I was planning my bday party and so I decided to invite Max because I did miss his friendship and I appreciated his apology. After my bday party we started texting each other often again, but he kept his distance and would only hang out with me whenever I initiated the plans. I mostly spent time with my BF so I didn't see Max much but we kept in touch and would occassionally call each other.
Now fast forward to today. I broke up with my BF last week. (Long story short, we weren't as compatible as I thought and I just didn't see a happy marriage between us if we stayed together). To grieve over the end of my relationship, I kept myself busy by seeing my friends, Max included.
I went out to eat with Max recently and when we were eating he messaged his friends that he's out with me and then he got annoyed. I asked what's wrong and he told me his friends were giving him a hard time that he's spending time with me. He showed me the group chat and I saw one friend texted 👎and his other friend had to say "relax guys" in response. They then started saying that Max is aware of the "consequences of his actions" and then Max's friend texted him a meme to show me and it was a meme making fun of my college degree (I laughed it off but I thought it was random and weird). Max told me his friends were just joking but it really felt like they were coming from a place of hate or dislike. Max then reveals to me that his friends have had issues with me. They thought it was weird I didn't tell Max right away about my (now ex) BF when we were dating two years ago. They found it weird how whenever I hung out with the friend group I never said much (I'm naturally a quiet person). They felt like I don't initiate in forming a bond with them, bc I don't text them even tho I have their numbers. Max told me he's been defending me all this time, saying how I'm just an introvert and I don't owe anyone an explanation about who I'm dating.
I went home after dinner feeling like shit but I didn't tell Max. I want to process how I feel about this information first. To make things even more complicated, Max told me he still finds me attractive but he doesn't have feelings for me, or at least he doesn't have the deep feelings he used to have for me. And then he told me how much he missed our friendship when I needed space a year ago and he's so happy we are friends again.
Perhaps his friends are just joking, but idk I just get the gut feeling they aren't happy I'm back in Max's life.
Am I the asshole? Someone please tell me where I messed up. 😞 I'm hurt by this, and what really confuses me is that the friend of Max who doesn't like me the most (well technically I have no evidence she officially dislikes me I just know she's the friend who brought up the most issues about me) is someone who Max also had feelings for! He had feelings for her for years but they became best friends despite this. In fact Max told me he's completely over her but this friend accuses him of being jealous when she dates other guys. So like...why does this friend have issues with me when she's been in my shoes before? Did I fck up somewhere? I never led Max on and I never accused him of being jealous. I told him from the very beginning he's a friend to me and my break from him had no malicious intent I wad just trying to figure things out. My ex was my first BF everything was new to me.
I'm going to a concert with Max this Friday but what do I do from here? Can I keep this friendship? What do I do if Max invites me to hang with his friend group (he plans on doing so since his bday is coming up)? I kind of don't want to be around people who obviously have something against me.
I just want to know if I'm the bad person here. 😞 I'm a people pleaser (which I know is a problem and I need to work on it) but if I deserved this outcome lmk 🙃 lmao.
Thank you for your time.

I am 21 and my boyfriend is 23. I got pregnant a month after dating and found out we're having a boy. He wanted a boy because he has all nieces and I wanted a girl because I have all nephews. But I am happy with a boy so hopefully if I decide to have another baby and it's a girl, she has a protector. But after this experience, I'm not sure if I want another baby. My hospital will not allow a vaginal delivery after a c section. I was always worried and emotional during pregnancy but very healthy and baby is very healthy. My water broke at 39 weeks and 4 days. I had contractions and got an epidural but had to get pitocin because I wasn't dilating past 4cm. Baby's pulse kept dropping because of pitocin. So I had to have a c section. I was really scared and still depressed about it. Recovery has been really hard. I've never had a surgery and I wanted to deliver vaginally for a faster and easier recovery. My arms were spread out like a starfish. I felt my guts being rearranged but no pain. I was puking. Very tired and scared. It's wasn't an emergency c section so my boyfriend got to be by my side. He was very worried about me. Baby was born and of course I didn't get to see him or have skin to skin right away. Dad got to see him first. I have been struggling with breast feeding. So everything has been really discouraging and hard for me. I've cried so many times because having a c section has really messed with my mental health. I try to do as much as I can with my baby but I'm still recovering so it's hard. I can't do much. Well, baby ALWAYS calms down when dad holds him. Baby smiles at his dad and just stares at him. But when I hold baby, he doesn't smile. He is fine for a little bit, than cries. Dad takes him and he's fine. So not only am I in pain and in recovery, but my baby doesn't like me. I don't know how to cope. I don't know what to do. I feel like I'm doing everything wrong. My boyfriend is always correcting me. Which is with good reason because I'm a little retarded. I know this but it still hurts. My boyfriend calls me retarded and says he's joking but I know it's true. For example, I got a bottle ready and took the nipple out of the paper and he asked why I did that because it was just going to get hair or dust on it. So I had to go wash it. Now, my boyfriend is amazing. So loving, supportive and understanding. He has helped me through all my cries. He has helped me with everything in my recovery. He's an amazing father. He always knows what to do with baby. He guides me on doing things. Pretty much everything. But I'm always doing SOMETHING wrong. Maybe he just likes dad more because dad does more with him than I do. Because I can't do as much as dad can. But I'm just so depressed from all of this. Everything is so discouraging and hard. I don't have negative feelings about my baby. I'm just sad. Dad has me do the things he doesn't wanna do and of course baby doesn't like. Like changing clothes and burping. He's scared of hurting baby doing these things. I burp baby by putting my hand under his chin, rocking and patting. I've had trouble swaddling and caring for circumcision but my partner picked them up right away. He told me they showed us at the hospital and asked if I was even paying attention. And I said of course I was trying to but I have been sleep deprived, depressed, and in pain so it was hard paying attention. It's not like I was trying to ignore these things on purpose. It was just hard staying awake and fighting through pain. I just feel absolutely dumb and hopeless. I feel useless. And I don't know what to do to fix my relationship with my baby. He's everything to me. He's the cutest and sweetest baby ever. He's my baby. But sometimes I wonder if he even knows I'm his mom. Cause he's happy with anyone holding him but when his dad holds him, he's the most happiest in the world. I'm hoping it'll improve once I recover because I'll be staying home with him and doing everything instead of dad doing everything. But I'm just very emotional right now. I'm trying to do everything I can do. But I don't want to overdo it. My partner thinks I overdo it because he says I need to ask for help because I don't always want to. Because I feel like I'm not doing enough. I'm just very lost..... :(

Both Iron Maiden and Prince had nearly flawless 80s.
Iron Maiden started off with their original singer Paul D'Ianno and released two great albums, then Bruce Dickinson joined and they released five S tier albums in a row with Number Of The Beast, Peace Of Mind, Powerslave (my favorite), Somewhere In Time and Seventh Son Of A Seventh son.
With Prince, it's the same. Dirty Mind, Controversy, 1999, Purple Rain, Around The World In A Day (my favorite), Parade and Sign O' The Times are all S tier. Lovesexy and Batman are the only ones I think aren't on par with his other 80s releases.

I’m compiling a list, and it’s starting to make sense.
🎶I know all the lyrics to all the albums from my childhood, and had to learn it’s not socially acceptable to sing an entire song from start to finish in polite conversation.
🧐I don’t do anything “like a gentleman” (that’s a joke I make in 12-step meetings because I can’t drink “like a gentleman.”). If I like something, I can’t stop thinking about it. My cat, Perla, for instance.
🧶When I don’t have a knitting or crochet project on hand I want to gnaw off my own arm.
👣I have to think about what my body is doing whenever I go down stairs. I have no idea if anyone can tell, but I’m so scared of falling.
⏳Again with 12-step meetings: can social interactions just be about taking turns? I can listen so much better if I know I’ll have a turn eventually, or if I don’t, it’s because it didn’t come around to me yet. And they’re 1 hour long. And they start on time, so reliably.
📏Rules that don’t make sense shouldn’t exist, but otherwise, people should follow the rules. I should write them.

I’m a long time casual paper legacy player. I don’t care enough to spend the money for magic online, but I like paper legacy so I keep up with the 2 decks I own in paper. I lurk in a number of discord channels for the relevant legacy decks I play and some content creators in the legacy community.
This is a moment in the legacy community right now where there are a couple very polarizing cards and strategies at the top of the metagame. There was a banned and restricted announcement today that took action very few people were expecting, and for the second time in a row, acknowledged the polarizing cards are being “watched”.
The ensuing insanity I witnessed in these discords was out of control. Truly some of the funniest, most embarrassing worse than middle school shit. Name calling, ad hominem attacks over literally nothing, “you’re blocked and I hope you ” insults, and good-fucking-god the cringiest essay posts about this all this stupid bullshit. This behavior was significantly more tame in the mass non-Channel affiliated discord channels, but in the content creator affiliated ones it was just one hysterical pissing match after another. At several points I was laughing imagining the dozens of neckbeard they/thems on their keyboards/phones tearing their fucking hair out arguing over this shit. And the “influencers” who run the channel were among the worst of them all. Either being the biggest bitches of the bunch or trying (and failing) to shut it all down.
Maybe I’m just baked and thinking about this too much. But the more I do, I can’t help but pity all of them. Hooooolllllyyyyyy shit these people need to find more meaningful shit to add to their lives.
That’s it, that’s the tweet.
PSA: If you were one of the ones getting that upset over changes to the rules for a card game, a thing you choose to do because you claim you have fun doing it, then you have a sad fucking life. Plain and simple.

In my sophomore year of high school I fell in love with this girl. Let’s call her “traitor”. When i first met traitor everything was great,we got along great until…I told her I had feelings for her… that’s when everything had turned to st. She started accusing me of things I wasn’t doing. She started to become uninterested in me. She started to act like I wasn’t worth her time and that hurt my soul. So the rest of that year, traitor and I argued(sometimes my fault and most times her fault) fast forward to my junior year… traitor treated me like complete st. Let me give you some examples of what she did to me:
1.would make offense and hurtful jokes but would get mad when I would do what she was doing

1. she would talk crap about me to all of her friends and have them give me stupid looks and lie about it that she never did any of that and they were all just rumors
   
2. She would make up, lies about my friends, threatening to jump her. When half of them don’t even know her.
   
3. She would blame everything on everybody else except her boyfriend… she could never take the responsibility for herself
   
4. Knowing that I liked her, she would tell me about her and her boyfriend”spicy stuff” which would make me feel sick because she knew that I liked her
   
5. We were only allowed to talk about what she wanted to talk about otherwise it wasn’t important.
   
6. She had given out my number and had her friends cyber bully me, blamed it on them, and threaten to tell the police that I was harassing her if I went to go to the police about her friends.
   
7. She lied that I gotta stay order on her. That said we had to stay 50 feet away from each other.
   
8. I always had to walk on eggshells with her and etc. So after all of this, she had blocked me because she didn’t want to admit her wrongdoings and then when I apologize to her, she had no problem with that
   

so the forgiving part of me decided to give her another chance because I believe in more chances and I always wanna see the best in people . I guess I had made a joke that she didn’t like, but she didn’t let me know(which usually she would make jokes that I didn’t like and I would just have to sit there and take it and keep my mouth shut) she ended up blocking me and when I confronted her about it, she tried to ignore me but when she couldn’t avoid me anymore she said, and I quote:” oh yeah me and my boyfriend talked about it and we both don’t really don’t want to talk to you(a.k.a. you’re not worth my time)”when I heard say that,that broke me. that’s when I shouted in front of all the courtyard “ you wanna f****k up your life that’s on you,go to hell,b****ch “ later I felt so bad about what I had said, and I was thinking of apologizing and giving her another chance but as much as I want to give her another chance, trying to take the little good times we had isn’t worth it. as much as I wanted it to be, but sometimes I do question myself whether I was the a-hole or not and if I should go up to her and apologize.
So,aita for telling her to go to hell?
P.s feel free to give advice,it’s very much needed ❤️ and sorry if this is really bad this is my first time doing this…
and I will also also try my best to give you guys an update if there is one to give.

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?)

Im sure I have felt like a lot of you on this sub.
Suffering, frightened, skeptical. There’s no better words to express the way I felt, at least.
Anti-depressants? Tried them. Life style changes? I did my best. Therapy? I’m this close to calling my therapist my “bestie” at this point. Jokes aside, I came across this drug. I used to think “Nah, that’s not for me” or whatever other rationalizing BS. Denial.
My world was shrouded in the darkest veil that clouded my vision. Anhedonia. Despair. Loneliness, even in a room full of people who love me. Rumination. Racing thoughts. Hopelessness. ANXIETY. That word alone has become my middle name…Panic. Fear. Inability to relax. Muscle tension. Unable to even enjoy the beauty in front of me because I was sitting in the abyss with this veil choking me, forcing its way down into my lungs.
Anyway- enough of the very real dramatization.
It is day 7 on 25mg of lamictal.
For the first time, in a very long time…I feel like me. Rumination? Minor. Sadness? Here and there- but with a pep in my step. Anxiety? Oh, that old friend? Sure, maybe, but nothing a propranolol couldn’t handle- considering I had to take so much lorazepam to simply function like the society-contributing “normal” human being, not someone choking to death on their own misery.
Thoughts: calm. Mind: focused. Vision: Clear. Heart: Less heavy. Chest: less tight.
It’s like the veil has finally lifted; it feels like I woke up from the blackest nightmare.
I had the worst year of my life last year. I got very sick, then got assaulted by my ex-partner, terrorized by him before the law and courts got involved, then my loving father was put into hospice. I didn’t think I was even going to make it.
And just two nights ago- the flood gates opened, and I sobbed for literally two hours on my partners chest- finally feeling the grief of my father passing soon. A festering infection that just stayed in my chest, the deepest pain, my eyes could not stop streaming. Because for the first time, in a long time- I don’t feel painfully numb.
I feel like a human being.
Tomorrow, I up the dose to 50mg. I’m nervous, but curious. I feel such a difference at 25mg- minimal side effects. Some dry skin, minor itchiness of the face, a nice Benadryl before bed takes care of it.
I’m still cautious of all of these potential side effects. I’m wary-
But.
For the first time, ever- I feel hope.
And I can finally feel joy playing with my precious dog that has gotten me through the darkest of times. I can show up for her, my parents, my loving partner, and….myself.
I love you all. Thank you to every member of this sub. Each one of your posts helps so many of us out here.
Taking lamictal for PMDD, MDD, panic disorder, GAD, and C-PTSD.

My daughter’s birthday is May 8th. I never tried to make it about me and she never complained. Her childhood was hard. Her father had a mental illness that I did my best to protect her from and then he died unexpectedly when she was fourteen. I had to tell her in the high school guidance office because a first responder had posted it on Facebook and I wanted her to hear it from me first. She also has a brother that is 3 years older than her and a sister that is 2 years older than her.
Every year we celebrate her birthday as close to the date as we can. Some years it’s just a family party with grandparents and close siblings and cousins, other times we invite school friends. It depends on where we are in life and what we can afford.
When she was 8 we went to the crayola factory and both her and I got in free because Mother’s Day and her birthday fell on the same day but they made a huge deal about it being mothers day and I felt like she was forgotten.
When she was 10 my parents took her to New York City like they did for all there grand kids but insisted I came along to celebrate Mother’s Day.
The problem is that every year multiple people bring me gifts on her birthday and wish me a happy Mother’s Day.
This year she turned 18. It was a big deal. I had to work the day of her birthday and then she went away to celebrate with friends on a trip.
So we had a big family party a week later. I got her a cake with a fun lighthearted joke about surviving her childhood. The problem is she also got me a cake with a fun lighthearted joke on it.
I just wanted a day for her. Also her graduation is coming up. Maybe I can do something to make it up to her then.

Can I ask for some advice about something? What would you do if you are in my place. my best friend let's call her Ruby. Ruby moved about two years ago now, she was going to come back and visit for graduation week and wanted the friend group to hang out like we used to, when i told her i didn't believe it would be possible she has continued to push for us to all hang out. I finally told her the reason that it would not work out she completely ignored me. Now the reason the friend group hanging like we used to won't work out is because this ex friend of mine who I'll call cici randomly after a school essay I wrote quite talking to me and started to spread rumors about me the essay was supposed to carry so sort of theme that means somthing to us so I wrote mine on how it can feel to be in the middle of a friend group that is arguing and not knowing what to do. I will copy and past the essay below the rest of the story. After I turn the essay in cici somehow gets a hold of it and spins it to sound like I'm attacking her and im bullying her and so for the month of February everyone ignores me which really hurt because I had no idea why as they just on day started to ignore me it also was my birthday that month and I had no one to share it with. After a while lila,Taylor and Sara realize what happened and apologized for what they did and I quite trying to communicate with cici. After I quite reaching out to her and trying to protect a dying fire my mental health improves to a point where not only I noticed but my teachers noticed also. Back to my earlier topic I told ruby that I refuse to hang out with cici because she has been treating me like shit and my parents won't even let me see/talk to her outside a school sanctioned event because at are very last sleep over before she she started to ignore me almost ended with me In the hospital because her brother threatened me with a knife and their dog attacked me because i used self defense to get the knife from her brother. During this sleepover cici's parents were awar of what happened and didn't tell my mom so after that I wasn't allowed back to their house. Even after all that I still tried to keep that friendship alive if not only because I cared for cici but also for ruby. Still despite all these reasons ruby refused to split her time between us and Is no longer coming. AITAH for refusing to hang out with someone who has betrayed my trust and put me in a dangerous situation just because my friend who moved away wants us to hang out together?
Here is the essay
Just because your friends are friends doesn’t mean they will always understand. A few days after spring break in 8th grade my friend Cici started hanging out with a girl that the rest of our friend group doesn’t like because she is mean and rude. So we told her what we thought of this girl and that she could hang out with her but we didn’t want to be near a person like that, however Cici did not listen and kept inviting her to hang out with us. My other friend Sara was starting to get really upset because this girl was calling her names and bullying her. This same girl had also left intentional bruises on my body because I told her I already had a partner in pe. Finally, after months and months of off and on fighting it was the last day of school. Sara had finally had enough of how the girl had treated us and snapped as she listed off all the hateful and violent things that this girl had done to me, Lila, Ruby some of our other friends. The girl then started to ball saying how all of us are liars and cici shouldn'tlisten to us about anything that we say. During this entire situation I stayed quiet and listened to what the others had to say, because I wanted to say something but didn't know what to say to fix the situation.For weeks after that cici and sara refused to talk to each other, until I finally managed to get them to both apologize. Then for a while after that everything seemed good. A new girl who I will call Tyler moved to town and we basically absorbed her into the friend group. Things were going well until about four weeks into our ninth grade year. Sara started to be exceedingly hostile the rude girl Cici had been hanging out with sense last year, Which caused fighting to break out. So then Sara started to distance herself from us to hang out with a guy who i also used to consider a friend i will call him jem. Now the reasonme and jem are no longer friendsis becausehe told my to off myself several times over the course of about two months.So as they are hanging out jem is also constantly flirting with her, so we make a joke that they were dating. This caused sara to explode at everyone in the group chat. When she texted in the group chat she directed all of the texts about it to Cici and when I confessed that it was me who was made and the joke she proceeded to say that it was Cici’s fault and that it “ IS NOT SOMETHING TO JOKE ABOUT!! You know what I think of rumors and dating.” We all replied saying it didn't mean for it to be a big deal and we weren't making fun of her that it was only a joke. Sara proceeded to snap back “If we are in relationships with guys, it's not something to joke about. When other people believe it, then it's too much.” So in response Ruby answered with “You literally would make fun of me and my old boyfriend tim back when we were dating.” Then Lila added, “Yeah you make me feel like crap about me and Carl all the time and guess what you coming after Cici being a jerk to Cici for everything saying that everything that everything the "rude girl" knows and does is because of her. There's also the fact that when you tease and make fun of us we are supposed to deal with it, but when we do it to you we are rude horrible people." Sara’s only response to that was “You guys never said that you weren't ok with it. You just need to tell us, and we will stop. No one ever said anything, so we thought it was ok.” I responded with “who is the we in this situation, because I told people to stop when they crossed a boundary and that one of the only people who never listened or apologized for it was lila. I haven't even taken anybody's side throughout this whole situation” after I say this, Sara goes off again. “I'm done ok. Just leave me out of all this. Be your own friend group. I'll be a singular person, and then I won't have to be a burden to anyone. Sorry I was such a bad friend. Also I don't want any pity.” At this point everyone is annoyed and tired of this situation so Ruby speaks up again telling Sara that she is not the main character and to grow up, and that she started it. After this Sara separates herself from us and as a week turns to two weeks then two weeks turns into a month. Between all of the fighting, homework, sports, and everyday stress I start to become irritable and snappy because no matter how much I try to stay neutral to keep peace, Sara and Cici are always fighting. So one time when the fighting over text picks up again I end up snapping at my family and yelling something at them that everyone would probably be happier if i just died. The next day I tried to act like everything was fine. I ended up making it until PE where I ended up breaking down infront of my teacher and skipping school for the rest of the day in the office crying my eyes out to the guidance counselor. I told her everything that happened and that sometimes when I tell my friends things I don't like or feel comfortable with, they sometimes will forget or ignore what i say. Which always makes me angry or sad because I always take the time to understand and respect my friends boundaries. that's when I realized that just because your friends are friends doesn’t mean they will always understand. Despite that fact I will always respect others boundaries even if they don’t respect mine and I will always remind others of my boundaries or distance myself from them. Just because your friends are friends doesn’t mean they will always understand and just because you can/want to say or do something hurtful doesn’t mean that you should. Know where to darw the line.

I have a rooftop 2.5T Trane Package Heat Pump system and have had issues with it over the past year.
First time the capacitor was bad and replaced about a year ago.
Worked up until 2 months ago when the whole system shut off. For some reason, the fan would also not turn on after the compressor shut itself off, but it WOULD if you waited a long while (just the fan, not running any cooling function).
Tech came out and showed me pictures of the inside of my unit and it was absolutely filthy from over a decade of neglecting to give it more than rinsing from rain (again, it's on the roof of a condo building and it is difficult to get up there to even look at it). Evap and condensor coils need cleaning. Guy wanted to sell me a new AC unit since it is 12 years old.
Got another guy over for a second opinion. He hops up on the roof, gets some of the dirt off, and gets it running again. Says yes it's dirty and you should probably clean it, but all of his tests said everything was in working order. Says the issues might be with my thermostat.
After he got it started again, unit works for a full two months perfectly normally and cools my home just as well as it always has.
Three days ago, it shuts off again. I remember the last guy's advice and install a new thermostat.
Try to turn the fan on, it works. I wait 5 minutes, then try to turn on the Cooling. I hear it start up, then the whole thing shuts off 10 second later.
After it shuts off, I can't get the fan running again.
Gonna have a guy come out to clean the coils and am hoping the compressor wont shut itself off after it has better airflow. Will also have him retest capacitor and maybe intall a hard start capacitor?
MY QUESTION IS THIS: During all these times where the whole system shuts itself off to protect itself, why does the fan not start afterwards (again, I'm only trying to start the fan just to have some airflow, not the cooling), even after turning the power off and back on again? Why do you have to wait a long time for the fan to work again? Why would the system prevent the fan from running when the compressor shuts itself off rather than simply shutting off only the compressor? If the system tells the fan "dont run" after a shut off, how does the system "remember" this even after completely cutting power to the unit for an extended period of time? When the compressor shuts off, it seems like it's telling the fan to also not run, and the fan remembers this instruction even when power to the entire unit has been shut off for a while.

I've had a decently long life with fun traumatic experiences sprinkled in through out, but it's not something I can talk about, as in, nobody wants to hear it, nobody cares. Why should they?
My voice just feels very drowned out in the millions. I spent so much time listening, realizing I'd never get a turn. My voice will never be heard, and I will never be genuinely noticed. Because I don't stand out, I don't spark anyone's interest, nobody wants to get to know me as eagerly as I do them.
I know, this post is just whining. Guess I felt like getting that off my chest, that loneliness. I went to sleep after considering suicide. Thought that the desire would lessen, but honestly, I woke up the same. Like it's the only option left, because I'm tired.
There's only so much I can do on my own, and I was bound to tire on my own. Because that's how I'm supposed to do this now? Only I can take care of myself, and sure I was proud of my efforts before, how much self love and self care I put into myself, but they feel meaningless now. No one ever says what to do when you can't keep it up, just that you can rely on others for support, but also don't you dare!
So, am I worth knowing? Do you actually genuinely care about a dirty swan? Neither of us do. A waste of space or thought.
The idea of a funeral sounds horrible, people forced to come because they were technically related to me, all pretending to care now (not then), reciting incorrect things they didn't know about me, because they never bothered to ask or learn. I can already picture my mom's confusion when she gets told, "She didn't like the color pink, or flowers" as she tries to tell others that I loved pink and with a handful of flowers in hand for me. Ha, shame.
Add: 30+, I normally write more carefully and relatable in public, but who cares if I write in my head voice now?

I’m terrified. On thanksgiving he got diagnosed with stage IV colon cancer at the age of 27 with innumerable liver metastasis. He was hospitalized for 11 days, it was the worst 11 days of our lives. The initial oncologists didn’t give much in the way of hope, but he quickly responded wonderfully to chemo.
I got him a consult with one of the best, if not the best, liver cancer surgeons in the world. He said this can still be cured, it just depends on how aggressive we want to be.
He’s been off chemo for three and a half weeks and the whole thing is just terrifying. I’ve personally have had over 10 surgeries for my own medical problems and I’ve never felt like this. I truly love my husband more than myself or anyone in this world. I would do anything for him, I wish I could take this all from him. He doesn’t deserve any of this, no one ever does.
He just had his MRI today and lab works. Hoping that the liver grew from the portal vein embolization they did and that there’s no new cancer. I’m a wreck. I’ve been hopeful as surgery is the most curative measure, but I haven’t been thinking about it. But now that we’re down at the hospital and starting to prep I’m beginning to feel all the emotions I’ve pushed down. It’s just so much.
This is my nightmare. I watched my uncle die from pancreatic cancer in 2013. My second mom (mom’s best friend and also my best friend’s mom) also lost her 16 year battle against a rare and aggressive thyroid cancer in 2021 - she outlived her cancer 3 times, thank god for clinical trials. And my sister also battled chondrosarcoma over 10 years ago, she’s been in remission. I can’t wrap my head around the statistics of my partner also getting cancer, I thought we’d be free of it after the long suffering of those close to me. What were the odds, at such a young age and barely two years into our relationship.
When I met my husband, I had this feeling something was off with his health, but he had zero obvious symptoms. He’d been sick well before I met him but we just had no idea. A couple of months into our relationship I had this awful nightmare that he got diagnosed with stage IV cancer, we got married, and he passed. I woke up sobbing but grateful it was only a nightmare. I hate that this has become our lives but I’m so grateful everyday that I have him. I can’t do any of this without him. I can’t.
I hate cancer, I hate what it does to people. How soul crushing it can be. He’s a fighter, but they all were. We’re very optimistic about this treatment, I’m positive, but that doesn’t mean I’m not scared of the unknown.
My husband saved my life. He came at a time when I was struggling to find myself again. My second mom had just passed, I bought my house, and got out of an unhappy relationship with my cheating, useless ex. I met him and suddenly everything made sense. It just feels like we’re living some sick cruel joke.
I just love him so much, I want him to be okay. I needed to get this all out.
Also a couple of things, 1) I will not be answering anything about his symptoms or colon cancer symptoms - if you have symptoms of a change in your bowel habits go to your doctor and push for a colonoscopy, colon cancer does not discriminate by age today. 2) I am in counseling and on a leave of absence from work for my own mental health, I’m trying to do things for me.

for some backstory, in third grade, i used to be really smart like to the point where the teacher started congratulating me to the whole class because of how good my grades were. Honestly, that was when i peaked academically. Ever since then, my grades kept dropping to the point where i barely passed in a class. I usually work hard during class time but for some reason i just cant grasp the concepts. everyone around me has literally no problems its just me. and it's embarrassing but my hygiene has gotten really bad. my room is filled with garbage im not even joking theres no space to walk and half of my bed is just garbage. i take showers one or twice a week and i keep rewearing clothes without washing them. i dont have any conditions to do with learning or any conditions at all i dont think, but this has got to be one of my lowest points. i have so much unfinished homework because i dont have motivation or i genuinely just dont know how to do it. im not sure what to do at this point and next year of school is when it really matters the most for university. i always ask the teachers when i have trouble but even after they explain it i still dont understand and leave confused. im wondering what to even do at this point because it always seems like my efforts are in vain. if anyone has advice please i really need it, im so desperate at this point to fix my life.