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Hi sorry guys I’m sure this question has been asked a million times but can someone hold my hand on how to either jailbreak joystick my IOS device (iPhone 11) in order to play MHN with a joystick or a non jailbreak method either or works and I’m willing to do either since I have an extra iPhone 11 with an alt account! I’ve been occasionally searching on YT or google but YT is just filled with scam videos for MHN joystick and google same thing! So any hold my hand help would be GREATLY appreciated!

sorry for novel i wrote- i get carried away sometimes. if you do read this, thank you
So i’ve known that i have DID ever since working with my therapist and getting diagnosed by her late 2023. I have all of the symptoms, amnesia, others in my head with different preferences, being blurry, derealization and depersonalization, etc. (i’m seriously dumbing down the entire plethora of symptoms but you guys get the point)
but sometimes i read other system’s experiences and i feel a little out of place. like i don’t fit in because i can’t fully relate. i think it’s mostly insecurity about us not being a “real” system (although obviously there’s no guidelines on how to be the perfect system), and it makes me feel like i’m an outcast? that’s not the right word im looking for but it’s a similar feeling.
i have parts/alters/headmates/buddies- whatever you want to call them. but i don’t have fictives, i thought i didn’t have gatekeepers for a while and when they come out in therapy to talk we feel like we’re faking because it feels like i (current host) is partially conscious for it, but immediately after the session and we switch back to me being in control, i don’t remember the parts of the session with the gatekeepers, and then the rest of the week we just remember little bits and pieces.
i feel like there are lots of little tiny instances of things occurring that are so nuanced, no one else in the DID/OSDD community could relate to, although i know we’re just psyching ourselves out about it.
i don’t fully understand how two alters (or more) could be in a relationship with each other if they’re in the same body. i don’t think it’s wrong at all, but since i haven’t experienced it i don’t understand it no matter how many posts i look at to have it explained. same thing with fictives. i know what they are, and how an alter like that can manifest, but i don’t understand how a fictive couldn’t understand that they’re not in the universe their source material is from- again, because i haven’t experienced it myself.
maybe it’s because we’re still so new to this and are still working on getting our entire system just stable as a baseline, that we’re just over all uncomfortable being aware we’re all here. as the host, sometimes it’s so alien to remember that i’m not alone up there, but everyone up their is “technically” still me, because they’re just fragments of my ego states. we still have trouble asking for someone to front or even respond, when other times it’s like 40 radios on different stations chattering all up in our head. sometimes we don’t even know if someone is co-fronting with me (host) or if it’s just me, OR if we’re blurry. it feels so muddy all the time and fluid that we can’t tell what’s going on half the time.
i write a lot, so i’ll end this little ramble here, but i guess i feel lost about our own symptoms and confused about when other systems we see “out in the wild” experience things we never have. i don’t necessarily feel less-than, but it feels like we’re just… not right? sorry, alexithymia makes it hard to properly describe our feelings and thoughts. feeling very jumbled at the moment.
for those who are further along in treatment and stabilizing your system, is it like this forever? are we always going to be like a paint palette that someone decided to mash all the colors together- not knowing what color is which or where it started? we’re very confused and almost embarrassed that we aren’t experiencing similar things to other systems while also afraid what we do experience is strange or out of the ordinary…

Last year I helped my boyfriend at the time apply for an apartment. It was then understood that I might move in later, but he moved in alone and assumed payments alone, as he assured me over and over he could do. He had pushed pretty hard and convinced me there were reasons he couldn’t qualify that didn’t matter, he just needed the boost. He thanked me and told me he knew I didn’t have to do it. I thought I’d done an honest person a favor. A short time later we broke up, and a few months after that he told me he couldn’t afford the apartment anymore and was moving out. He told me he would handle everything and since we were on good terms, I saw no reason to doubt him and carried on with my life.
Fast forward to now, I get a letter from a debt collection office asking for 5k. I call him and ask what happened. He acts shocked and says he thought he paid everything. He tells me he’ll get to the bottom of it and call his mom, who is a lawyer. Then, he doesn’t get back to me. I wait a bit and then follow up. From there, it was like a flip switched. He tells me it’s my problem, deal with it myself and to leave him out of it, then blocks me.
I consult the apartment management, a lawyer, and the collection office. I find out he simply stopped paying the apartment and moved his stuff out, ignoring the 60 day paid notice, and racking up legal fees to boot. I also discover that it’s a joint debt, as we signed the lease together. If nothing gets paid, we both get sued. If I pay, he’s no longer liable. I suspect he was advised by his mom that he was free to ignore me and that I would have to do something about it or face consequences myself.
I’m gobsmacked, hurt, and unsure how to proceed. I was advised that if he is completely incommunicado, my only recourse is to pay it in full and pursue small claims court. Is this true? And if so what can I expect?

I just need to get everything off my mind before I completely lose my head, if I haven’t already.
So finally got through to someone in embassy that could help, to find out they were completely unaware he had a child. He then basically said sorry, our son is his next of kin with me acting on his behalf due to his age and his body should of been released to us, instead of his parents who cremated him with NOONE there. I don’t even know what they did with his ashes, kept them? Threw them? Scattered them? I feel like if they cremated him with no one there keeping them would be the least likely option. He should’ve had a funeral, I should’ve been able to see him to say bye, to confirm he was really dead but no a major fuck up took that from us.
So ontop of really grieving him lately, like it’s just took over my life I’m drowning. I’m working full time, the baby is in a sleep regression so I’m exhausted running on hardly sleep. Work is genuinely a break at this point, it’s the least stressful part of my life. It’s non stop from when I wake up to getting to work, then from when I finish work til bed I don’t get a minute.
I’m going through a cancer scare, even if it is worst case cancer it is the most treatable thing ever so I shouldn’t even be stressing but I don’t want cancer, treatable or not.
Every day it’s kicking in more I’m never gonna see him again in my lifetime, there’s so much he missed out on. He was 29, he literally had his whole life and now nothing.
Fuck life, fuck the world, fuck everything and with that I need to get off the next stop for work. Im Literwlly on the verge of a full breakdown and there’s Fuckall I can do about it, I just have to be getting on with it.

Hi, i’m not sure where to start.. but first of all i’m mentally ill and i’m trying to work on myself for years. I have clinical depression, social anxiety and bipolar disorder which makes me even more “easy” to hurt. My bf has untreated adhd and anger issues. He deal with this on his own by smoking canabis since he was 13. Problem is that he is stoned since he wakes up till he goes to sleep and he is so angry when he’s not. He can’t even try to solve things or communicate without smoking. It really piss me of when i’m trying to communicate with him about some problem and he gets mad and “needs to calm down to think” by going to smoke. He’s also smoking at work which i’m not okay with. This is not the reason why i’m writing this but i just want you to get into this situation as much as i can. We are together for a year. 4 months ago i’ve made a choice to change my job so we can live together and spend more time together. Now we are coworkers (we worked at a same place just in diff shifts which made it hard for us cuz i woke him up when i came back from work). It was hard for me to change a shift cuz of my social anxiety. I also lost my best friend cause he hated him and said that he will hurt me. Now to the problem - when we were together for like 6 months my girl friend tried his loyalty by trying to flirt with him - and he failed in whole another level. Just for you to know we did it cause i didn’t trust him cuz of some things that i knew.. like.. he is exhibicionist i guess.. in past he sent a lot of dic pics to random people cuz that feeling that someone could see it turned him on.. i never thought it was a real problem cause he never really had a gf before me so i thought that that’s the reason why he was doing stuff like this. Buut I found out by accident that he is STILL doing this stuff! And he is paying for it?… he is paying online cam sites like omegle to show his D to people. I found it really weird. We r having s*x normally so that’s not a problem. As i said we ate living together but he is doing this stuff when i go to visit my parents? They live 15 min away. Also i’ve found out when i was at my lowest - my cat (10) tragically died in my arms and i was for a week at my patent’s cuz it was our cat and they were also destroyed by what happend to our cat. My cat died before Valentine’s and i was waiting for my psychiatrist to change andress in my sick note so i couldn’t leave to go to see him. He got mad and sent me a lot of angry ugly voice mails and went to go show his D on cam sites and do stuff…. lately when i tried to talk to him about this he just told me that he thought that it was over and that he can’t hurt methat he wasnt really thinking. He did this whole year of our relationship and this was his “sorry.” He told me that he is sorry and that he loves me. I stayed calm and tried to understand why is he doing this and stayed hurt inside. Lately i had a break down cuz of that (which makes sense i guess). He’s been so jealous lately that i talk to my coworkers (30+ with wifes) and that im too kind to people and that im smilin at people???.. i seriously don’t know what to do … i tried to do my best to fix this relationship but i’m at my limit. He cheated on me our whole relationship i gave him EVERYTHING and he is mad that i’m smiling at people? What the heck. What’s wrong with him? Please help me

cate recently posted on her story discussing about how much she’s struggled with putting her first daughter for adoption. and how they have been almost stood up in away by b and t on what should be in their opinion their annual visit to see c. and then ty posting on his story defending her first of all i do feel sorry for them to a certain extent it’s been very hard for them it’s obviously a very difficult decision to put up a child for adoption.
they did make the right decision by doing it bc they were teens and they didn’t have a good and supportive environment. however they set themselves up for disaster by exploiting her and throwing b and t under the bus and making her out to be these mean people keeping their bio daughter away from them. it hasn’t helped their situation one but imo.
and i don’t think it’s occurred to them that c possibly isn’t interested in seeing them. as harsh as it is to say this it is understandable c doesn’t see them as her parents b and t are and she probably doesn’t have much interest in seeing them bc she already has a family a good and loving family and support system.
she probably doesn’t want to branch out can that change down the road as she gets older maybe it is possible i’m sure that’s what they are hoping for. bc they do want to have a relationship with her however at the end of the day it’s up to b, t, and c.
they obviously weren’t informed on the possibilities that came with placing her up for adoption and the chances of them wanting to close the adoption.
they probably did it in the beginning to help them get a little bit of reassurance so they know she’s doing good and still gets to see them.
she is at an age where she probably knows about all the posts and comments they’ve made on her parents again it’s not gonna help their situation with her at all.

Don’t have the code with me so going to have to explain it. Essentially I have a board and a circle. I am moving the circle by constantly clearing it and redrawing it. However when I get the turtle to turn right on the corner square what happens is that it still draws the circle behind it. This causes the circle to teleport into the middle of the board, and overtime as it takes more turns it moves off the board. What I’m asking is after I turn the turtle, how do I keep it drawing the circle on the same side of it relative to me. Sorry if that was confusing. If I need I could put the code up in a bit. Thanks

Any and all perspectives help more than you know. I don’t have anybody to really talk about this with so any guidance is appreciated. It’s a lot to read, I might yap but with reason
I’m 19 years old and have just finished my spring semester of college. I went to a big college out of town, my main financial aid fucked me over so I had to switch at semester to my home state’s university. Anyway, this year was kinda tough for me lost a couple family members & my boyfriend had it rough, lost his best friend and dad within a few months of each other. Then we find out I’m pregnant. I wasn’t sure what I really wanted but didn’t get to make a choice, I miscarried sometime later. It was hard so I went back to hometown & finished semester online while staying with boyfriend until I needed to move my stuff out of dorm.
My boyfriend is 19 and we’ve been together a year & a half, but known each other since middle school. We dated in 8 grade until he had to move out of state, he moved back & we started hanging out again. My circle is small & I don’t really make/have any friends but he’s my best friend. Even if we wouldn’t have chose to date after he came back to town, ik we would’ve been good friends. My family liked him or seemed to at least, especially my mom.
It’s well known in my family that my mom and I just don’t get along. She kept me quite literally locked away as the Cinderella child until I left. I could only do things if she wasn’t in a bad mood/something didn’t need cleaned/ a child didn’t need to be picked up/dropped off. My friends in high school never invited me ANYWHERE lmao but after a while I figured out it’s easier to just deal w it rather than push back harder. I didn’t know how to use a crosswalk until I was 14 lmao I was so sheltered sorry ANYWAYS, I turned 18 and it was like I had a brand new mother until her fear of me leaving wore off.
Long story short, the summer before I left for college (last summer) my mom & I got into a fight, I didn’t have anywhere else to go so I moved in with boyfriend. My mom did the absolute most, almost got me fired from my job & ambulance ended up being called from how much of a tantrum she threw. It was so ridiculous that she refused to tell anybody what happened when people asked because she said it’s too embarrassing for her.
Just like that, she flipped. My boyfriend had a rough upbringing which she knows some stuff about. She took that and twisted the narrative to make him seem like some sort of charity case that took advantage of her generous & good graces. She calls him the hungry kid who hangs out w her daughter behind my back. He’s no longer allowed at her house lmao just out of spite. He never said a word to her or about her when she had the worst to say about him, he never was disrespectful or showed up to the house either so idrk why she said that. Even when I moved out & she drained my entire savings I had worked for since I was 15, he never said anything bad about her just that i was going to be okay & he’s gonna help me figure it out. Not only that but she shunned me for a long time, refused to talk & look at me after I moved out. My little brother was 5 and didn’t really understand but my mom didn’t try to explain or kid proof it, just let him scream, cry, & claw at my legs whenever I’d leave the house to go home. I felt incredibly guilty & like I had to compensate so I’d stress out & make sure to see her and my siblings every single day till I left for college.
If you’re still reading thank you sm.
Fast forward to today, I went to college finished my semester and am back in my hometown. Over breaks in college I’ve stayed at my moms cause she expected me to and her & I’s relationship has gotten so much better with distance. Between her and boyfriend, they were my biggest support especially with the miscarriage. But the only conversation they’ve had is when him and I went to talk to my mom in person when I found out I was pregnant. Not sure where she stands with him idrc but I’m sure she probably hates him more since we did technically make her worst fear as a mother come true.
Im living with her now mainly cause I don’t want to be isolated again & i physically cant deal with the debilitating anxiety and guilt every day, I wanted to try to focus on healing & resting before I start classes in the fall. Boyfriend’s family situation is getting v challenging for him, hes gonna get a place regardless. I really just want a space where I’m not feeling constantly overstimulated & I miss living with him a lot honestly. We make the best team & it’s so easy with him. I catch myself getting so excited looking at furniture even from the thrift or think ab cooking meals w him or decorating. I miss him making breakfast for me before I wake up and folding laundry together and grocery shopping. He’s paying 6 months rent in advance so that I won’t have to worry about getting enough hours & can enjoy summer and actually rest. Both of us independently have a pretty thick cushion to fall back on too just in case. So finances aren’t a problem I think?
My mom isn’t too keen on the idea. I think she doesn’t want me to make the same mistakes she made, which I understand because I was also there when she was left with half of every pair of shoes she owned, I mean he took literally half of everything. Even in the case that we do break up and then I’m stuck with an apartment with my ex and have completely fucked myself over, at least I was able to make my own mistake for the first time and learn from it? Idk what to tell my mom or how the conversation should go. I don’t wanna be shunned again but then again I’ve never once been able to just do something and justify it with “it’s my life”. Idk, advice/thoughts/bullshit/opinions please please help. Have a blessed day, thank you. I appreciate your time & input more than you know, I don’t have anybody to bounce ideas around with.

Hello! I’m 20F and my boyfriend is 21M we’ve been together for two years and I really love him. For some background context we were friends before we dated and honestly we are like two pees in a pod lol. He treats me so well, and is probably the sweetest person I’ve ever met and treats me with such respect, honestly it’s just a 10/10 relationship. We’re both virgins and we’re ready to have sex together (I feel ready). He’s the only person I can imagine losing my first time to however, I’m very terrified about the pain. Most of my life I’ve only done oral sex (gotten head) and nothing else, I don’t do fingering bc of an experience I had so it’s just very triggering for me (he’s super understanding about it). I just wonder about the pain and if I will be in an extreme amount of pain? I would prefer to have maybe a little bit of pain but I don’t want my first experience to be remembered with me being in extreme pain the whole time. He’s been reassuring me like crazy (him being sweet) that’s he’s going to make me comfortable and he has some lovely gifts for me, roses, and lube to help me (he’s done research that says lube helps). I’ve done so research on this but it seems like everything points to being in pain and bleeding which scares me more.
If any women could give me some advice on how their experience went, things to do to make it more pleasurable for me etc. that would be great to calm my nerves (he’s been trying to but I’m just freaking out).
Sorry if this question has been asked a million times, just need some advice, thank you in advance!

Any and all perspectives help more than you know. I don’t have anybody to really talk about this with so any guidance is appreciated. It’s a lot to read, I might yap but with reason
I’m 19 years old and have just finished my spring semester of college. I went to a big college out of town, my main financial aid fucked me over so I had to switch at semester to my home state’s university. Anyway, this year was kinda tough for me lost a couple family members & my boyfriend had it rough, lost his best friend and dad within a few months of each other. Then we find out I’m pregnant. I wasn’t sure what I really wanted but didn’t get to make a choice, I miscarried sometime later. It was hard so I went back to hometown & finished semester online while staying with boyfriend until I needed to move my stuff out of dorm.
My boyfriend is 19 and we’ve been together a year & a half, but known each other since middle school. We dated in 8 grade until he had to move out of state, he moved back & we started hanging out again. My circle is small & I don’t really make/have any friends but he’s my best friend. Even if we wouldn’t have chose to date after he came back to town, ik we would’ve been good friends. My family liked him or seemed to at least, especially my mom.
It’s well known in my family that my mom and I just don’t get along. She kept me quite literally locked away as the Cinderella child until I left. I could only do things if she wasn’t in a bad mood/something didn’t need cleaned/ a child didn’t need to be picked up/dropped off. My friends in high school never invited me ANYWHERE lmao but after a while I figured out it’s easier to just deal w it rather than push back harder. I didn’t know how to use a crosswalk until I was 14 lmao I was so sheltered sorry ANYWAYS, I turned 18 and it was like I had a brand new mother until her fear of me leaving wore off.
Long story short, the summer before I left for college (last summer) my mom & I got into a fight, I didn’t have anywhere else to go so I moved in with boyfriend. My mom did the absolute most, almost got me fired from my job & ambulance ended up being called from how much of a tantrum she threw. It was so ridiculous that she refused to tell anybody what happened when people asked because she said it’s too embarrassing for her.
Just like that, she flipped. My boyfriend had a rough upbringing which she knows some stuff about. She took that and twisted the narrative to make him seem like some sort of charity case that took advantage of her generous & good graces. She calls him the hungry kid who hangs out w her daughter behind my back. He’s no longer allowed at her house lmao just out of spite. He never said a word to her or about her when she had the worst to say about him, he never was disrespectful or showed up to the house either so idrk why she said that. Even when I moved out & she drained my entire savings I had worked for since I was 15, he never said anything bad about her just that i was going to be okay & he’s gonna help me figure it out. Not only that but she shunned me for a long time, refused to talk & look at me after I moved out. My little brother was 5 and didn’t really understand but my mom didn’t try to explain or kid proof it, just let him scream, cry, & claw at my legs whenever I’d leave the house to go home. I felt incredibly guilty & like I had to compensate so I’d stress out & make sure to see her and my siblings every single day till I left for college.
If you’re still reading thank you sm.
Fast forward to today, I went to college finished my semester and am back in my hometown. Over breaks in college I’ve stayed at my moms cause she expected me to and her & I’s relationship has gotten so much better with distance. Between her and boyfriend, they were my biggest support especially with the miscarriage. But the only conversation they’ve had is when him and I went to talk to my mom in person when I found out I was pregnant. Not sure where she stands with him idrc but I’m sure she probably hates him more since we did technically make her worst fear as a mother come true.
Im living with her now mainly cause I don’t want to be isolated again & i physically cant deal with the debilitating anxiety and guilt every day, I wanted to try to focus on healing & resting before I start classes in the fall. Boyfriend’s family situation is getting v challenging for him, hes gonna get a place regardless. I really just want a space where I’m not feeling constantly overstimulated & I miss living with him a lot honestly. We make the best team & it’s so easy with him. I catch myself getting so excited looking at furniture even from the thrift or think ab cooking meals w him or decorating. I miss him making breakfast for me before I wake up and folding laundry together and grocery shopping. He’s paying 6 months rent in advance so that I won’t have to worry about getting enough hours & can enjoy summer and actually rest. Both of us independently have a pretty thick cushion to fall back on too just in case. So finances aren’t a problem I think?
My mom isn’t too keen on the idea. I think she doesn’t want me to make the same mistakes she made, which I understand because I was also there when she was left with half of every pair of shoes she owned, I mean he took literally half of everything. Even in the case that we do break up and then I’m stuck with an apartment with my ex and have completely fucked myself over, at least I was able to make my own mistake for the first time and learn from it? Idk what to tell my mom or how the conversation should go. I don’t wanna be shunned again but then again I’ve never once been able to just do something and justify it with “it’s my life”. Idk, advice/thoughts/bullshit/opinions please please help. Have a blessed day, thank you. I appreciate your time & input more than you know, I don’t have anybody to bounce ideas around with.

Hello, you can call me Cory. I am a woman nearly 23 and just went no contact with my mom. It all happened so fact and I’m not regretting it at all, but I am trying to process it. I’ve always ALWAYS had horribly mixed feelings about my mom. She has always been so scared and angry and yet she was the only parent ever in my life. My dad came in and out ripping my heart to pieces and she was my only constant. She was at least taking care of us(my older brother and I) though my brother did most of the emotional part since she was always so scarily unpredictable. Lashing out for needing lunch money, signatures, talking to her too soon after she got home from work, asking about dinner was a regular if not daily occurrence in that house. She also didn’t want to be a mom and reminded us of that constantly. We ‘ruined’ her. We were always a burden it seemed. There was also the threat of her sending us to our father, who she knew was physically violent, if we protested or cause too much trouble. She primed us for college as if that was our life purpose, and now I’m here. My brother didn’t finish college and so the pressure shifted all to me in high school. I broke myself and burnt out trying to get all A’s and the best test scores possible. I did rotc, our band’s color guard, culinary, honor societies, you name it. I got to my senior year and Covid came. I honestly enjoyed being able to recluse for the time I was able, some may say I still am. It was the first time in my life if felt like I was able to realize college wasn’t a dream for me, it was hers. Telling her that came with the mixed message of she wanted me to be happy but she would not support me at all if I didn’t go; knowing I couldn’t support myself, I went. I just kept faltering though, I was unable to handle much of college after sophomore year but I just wanted to get it over with. During that time she married my ex’s dad and didn’t even bother to tell me. I found out while helping her edit a letting to his boss thanking them for the honeymoon. I was devastated. I felt like I wasn’t even a part of our own family anymore. This is after my brother went no contact with her too so I felt totally alone. She went across the country and left me alone in a state with no family. She did pay for my dorm but I felt abandoned. Telling her this was met with her telling me how selfish I was for not wanting her to go. Fast forward to now. I have moved in with my boyfriend, taken over all my bills and financially separated from her. Her new step son of course graduated on time and so she came down for it. I had been avoiding talking to her for months and involved her as little as I could in my life. Every conversation was so tense I never felt comfortable telling her anything in fear that it would be weaponized against me. So after days of her trying to push me into plans of seeing her, I finally cut the cord. I told her how far I felt from our relationship. I told her how hurt by our whole lives I was. I told her that I was glad that she had people around her for this so that she wasn’t alone. I told her that I couldn’t blame her for everything considering that she came from extreme abuse. Often times when I’m mad at her, I will see her as the little girl I saw in a picture of her when she was young. I look at her and I see such a broken woman who just decided that she would never seek help. I look at her and I see such a broken woman who just decided that she would never seek help. my father was physically abusive, so I got used to the feeling of not having a dad but for a while the thought that my mom might’ve eventually love me like I needed it got me through him and the loss of him. I feel like I’ve been begging with her for centuries to at least hear me out in a way that wasn’t dismissive. It never really worked. Any pain I expressed was taken as a criticism of her p dismissive. It never really worked. Any pain I expressed was taken as a criticism of her unwanted parentage. In a way I think it was that she got a whole new family that hurt the most. It feels like when she married him, she did everything she could to erase that we even existed. Bringing up my father was a no, her having a different last name was a no, suddenly our last name was bad and only representative of her father. It worked the same for him too though, her new husband. I don’t disagree with wanting to wipe the slate clean and begin anew, but to erase a father or a mother from your child’s life is to erase part of who that are. My dad abused all of us. Much of my life was defined by that. To erase him, came with her erasing this person who grew up only know how to fight or get hit. That’s who I’m trying to grow out of, but it is part of me. I can never deny that. I don’t ever want to talk to her, but I miss her so much. I miss feeling like we had a future, like he wanted me, like she felt safe with me. I miss feeling safe with her. I miss her smile and the way she laughed with me. I miss seeing her excited about life. I blocked her soon after because I thought she’d just tell me how horrible I was. I couldn’t imagine a situation where she would do what I wanted: hug me, apologize. I really wish I would have gotten a last hug or something because she hasn’t tried to contact me since. I know that is what I want, but that is only because she stopped trying to have a life with us. My adolescence felt like her race to the finish line. Before no contact, but after she moved, she had never come to visit me. She never called to talk about life past how I was in school. If I was too honest about my discontentment, we only fought, so everything became fake. I don’t know how to feel about this all. I’m struggling. I’m just looking for support and am in between therapists at the moment. Anything is something. I’m not looking to have my mind changed. I know she’s happy now that she can be in the world she wants. Thank you for reading.

My partner and I have had a really rocky relationship. We’ve been together for 5 months and he’s already broken up with me 2 times only to get back with me a couple of days later. I’ve put up with this because I know he’s avoidant and because I love him dearly.
We also only called once. All of our communication is just through text. And I’ve practically been begging him to have more calls and telling him it’s ok if he doesn’t talk (and he doesn’t) and he should take his time getting used to it. Today I was expressing to him that I do expect him to talk at some point since I don’t even know what he sounds like or else I’ll feel it’s just one-sided. He stormed out like he always does and when I got hold of him he said “I’m busy. Chill.” And I said “I doubt it. I think you’re just upset with me” he said “I’m literally busy doing something.” And I said” okay sorry”
And I’m giving him space for now. We haven’t talked for three hours. Should I try to text? Should I leave him be? He’s not explicitly asked for space but I’m sensing he wants it. And I’m sensing he’s really upset with me. I’m really anxious tbh and all I want is for him to communicate with me and tell me what’s wrong.

A little bit about myself, im Mayank (20/M) 🏳️‍🌈 I like horror movies, writing poems, smooth jazz and playing valorant. I currently have no friends and one can only watch movies for so long. I am looking for a friend to share how the day went. Have deep conversations or silly talks. Let's see if we have any matching interests.

There was a hot-mic moment before the halftime show of Portland vs San Jose tonight. I want to hop in front of it and let everyone know it was me. I’m extremely sorry and embarrassed it happened.
I try to be objective but ultimately, I prefer when the Timbers win. Based on the scoreline at half I was frustrated, making an ill-fated joke to my producer.
I don’t want this mistake to define the amount of work I’ve put in and will continue to put in. I love being part of the radio team and upset with myself I put that in jeopardy.
I’m most of all sorry to Phil Neville who is kind enough to give me time before every match for a one-on-one interview and I’ve learned so much about the game from him already. I see how much he gives behind the scenes and his level of care for this club is more than anyone.
I'm really sorry everyone. Hope I didn't cast too negative a light on an otherwise great result.

My crush said sorry after that , and amends for that ...but idk i feel ...it makes me question his mindset or intension!! it immediately turns me off nd we stop talking ...after several days he tries to contact w me but i ignored....i decided to observe him from a distance ...i miss him but m also confused about his mentality, why he makes that disturbing joke idk ....one part of me saying that he's a good guy but then i remember about that joke !!

I’m in a country where English isn’t the first language and I’ve been trying to learn this country’s language, it’s only been 7 months since I got here and i’m still learning/at beginning level since I’m also doing my post grad studies here.
I have no prior experience. I’ve been applying for working student roles for 3 months. I’ve sent out around 50-100 applications… not sure, lost count. I see relevant roles and feel good about my chances and I have gotten around 5 interviews, but all rejected, and I try not to take the rejections so personally and brush it off, but it really fucking sucks. I feel so discouraged. I’ve been trying to improve my language skills.. not going to reach conversional fluency so quickly but I am trying. I really need a job to support myself, and I regret not searching earlier, I was focusing on my studies. I’m so tired. I had a job lined up and they said they would send a contract, but I knew I should still keep searching for other opportunities in case it fell through. I’ve gotten a few interviews since then, but now the “contract” person hasn’t been responding and it truly has hit me that I have nothing to show for the last 3 months of job-searching. Fuck. Sorry, just wanted to rant. I feel like breaking down but I know it won’t help.

I (29F) have been sexually actively for years now and never had a UTI until this year. I started sleeping with someone new (32m) last summer and had no issues until recently. We live in different states so we’re really only having sex every month or so. But we usually are having sex multiple times in a night, which I guess means higher risk of bacteria getting all up in my urinary tract. However, I’m religious about peeing after sex and we are both hygienic people. In March we had period sex (sorry for the tmi) which was a first for me and I got a uti the next day. Cleared it with antibiotics and chalked it up to maybe sex on my period caused it. We went a few months without seeing each other and then literally yesterday had sex and I know I have another UTI. The only possible thing I can think of is that I was barely able to produce any urine after sex so maybe that caused it?
So my question is why, after months of no problems, am I suddenly getting UTIs after sex?

I really don’t know what to do and don’t find therapists helpful.
I am an avid animal lover. I love farm animals. I love chickens, cows, pigs, sheep, ducks. I can’t stand the suffering they endure. I feel like I don’t deserve to be happy knowing what these innocent animals go through just to be killed for human consumption. I feel like I’ll never be free until these animals don’t experience suffering.
I truly despise the human race so much. So few people genuinely care about animals, and even less to actually do anything about it. Why do we get to cast them aside as if they’re nothing?
I can’t even look at eggs without being upset knowing what the poor girls have to go through (that includes free range). That’s how fucked up this whole thing has made me. I’m so sensitive it’s destroying my mental health and everyday life.
I feel like I can’t properly live until no animal suffers and I know that’ll never happen.
Sorry for the rant. Sometimes I feel like I'm in this alone.

My boyfriend said sorry after that , and amends for that ...but idk i feel ...it makes me question his mindset or intension!! it immediately turns me off nd we stop talking ...after several days he tries to contact w me but i ignored....i decided to observe him from a distance ...i miss him but m also confused about his mentality, why he makes that disturbing joke idk ....one part of me saying that he's a good guy but then i remember about that joke !!

Here’s the situation: I was headed over to my boyfriend of 5 months house to meet his cousins that came to visit from another country. He recently decided to go kayaking and I’m unsure if he knew it was going to storm bad in the coming hours. Everything seemed fine in our text exchanges, and while I was working, he FaceTimed me scared and in his car during the storm. He told me was able to get his kayak to his car, but he was scared to drive, and so he waited for the visibility to improve. So I sat my stuff down and got up to go to another room to talk to him, but my mom overheard what we were talking about and was asking if it was raining and where he was. I was doing my best to listen to both conversations, but it was really hard while also working. There was a lot going on. He then got annoyed, rolled his eyes, and then told me he’d talk to me later, then hung up. I took that as he didn’t want to speak to me because I made him frustrated. I did make it a point to say it’ll be alright, and asked if he got the kayak on his car, but he didn’t. I was worried for him and wanted to call him back but I was afraid of him yelling at me. He thought that was a messed up thing to do and laughed at my text asking if he was alright an hour and a half later. I told him on FaceTime later that I didn’t like his reaction, and he told me that’s how he felt—he felt like I didn’t care, even though I did, and there wasn’t anything else I could really do. Now, he thinks I don’t care about him and thinks I’d be useless in bad situations, and broke up with me. Am I in the wrong, and is he overreacting?

Hello everyone! I am a young filmmaker writing about the seriousness of toxic relationships and domestic abuse. First I’d like to say I’m sorry for anyone who has experienced domestic violence. I hope you’re all safe or working to be. Before I continue with my script, it only felt right to reach out to individuals who have, unfortunately, experienced these types of relationships. I want to make sure this story accurately reflects the reality of these relationships. This story is also about overcoming these difficult moments in your life and finding your people. Because this content is serious I want to make sure I tell it accurately.
Of course, with complete anonymity, If anyone is willing to reach out and tell me your story, I would greatly appreciate it. Only reach out if you feel safe enough, physically and mentally. Thank you and I hope you’re all doing well and living safe lives ❤️

I was around 6-7 years old back then. I saw myself standing with something in front of me. I remember someone asking if I was ready, because I needed to go on a mission here on earth. I can’t really remember much now, but all I know is that I pressed unto the thing right in front of me. Colors I could remember from that were only white and yellow, and black (the thing in front of me)
I don’t know if I was just imagining things when I was 6-7 years old. I couldn’t also connect the dots as to how I could have imagined that, all I watched when I was that age, to be honest, were YouTube videos of how to kiss (lol sorry).
I’ve always been interested and hooked whenever the topic’s very spiritual. My grandfather from my Mother’s side was a healer, and had his “anting anting” (in Filipino) or amulet. It was not physical, rather spiritual—and was passed unto my cousin, back and my grandfather died (I was not yet born when it happened).
My father’s side, specifically my grandmother is from a province in the Philippines which is known since the ancient times as a place for folk healing, witchcraft, and magic.
Can anyone tell me if I’m just imagining things when I was younger? Because I really was hooked to that and up until now that I’m in my early 20s, I could see myself in the exact time it flashed unto my mind.
All I know is that I will come back up once my mission is done here.