Hello! So myself and my partner have been together for about 4 years, and are very much in love. We graduated college together and I truly see our lives intertwined and really going places. For a long time our sex drives have been drastically different. I have always had an incredibly high sex drive, while hers started out as somewhat strong and quickly dwindled. I think that her sex drive partly went away because of SSRI's (which I am also on but only increased my libido). We have talked about this before and then it starts to get better and swiftly goes back to the way it was, maybe once a week having sexual contact. For added context, we do not live together, and will be moving in together very soon. I understand it can be hard to have sexual contact when you aren't together much, but I don't receive any texts, images, or anything of the sort that are sexual in nature when I have mentioned how that would help me feel more validated and less sexually frustrated. I have truly done everything I feel I can to improve the sex if there is ever any concern she has brought up but even then she typically doesn't so I am led to believe there isn't an issue with the sex itself. I don't know, I am at a loss and just am getting more and more frustrated because I love this woman with all my heart and want to spend my life with her, but I also want my sexual needs to be met. Please comment or dm with any advice!

My mother in law lives in a different state so she doesn’t get so see my son often. The last time she saw him in person was February 4th. She flew in yesterday and came by when my husband was working and I answered the door holding him and he was shy (of course) and she immediately tried to grab him from me but he was pulling away and wanting me. And she forced him out of my arms and took him. He was uncomfortable and I just wanted him to be comfortable. I admit we both have separation anxiety from each other. I have diagnosed PPD and PPA and I currently take medicine for the PPD but not the PPA. So I just try my hardest every day to be okay even tho I’m terrified about everything including the possibilities of something happening to him. Anyways, there were just multiple instances of her trying to grab him when he wants me. Now he does play with her and want her when I tell him it’s okay or when he gets comfortable but then he will have enough and want me. I know he does love her though. He only falls asleep in my arms and he’s fallen asleep in her arms a few times. I feel bad for feeling this way and being stressed because she does love all 3 of us very much and this is her first time being a grandma and she clearly loves it but I feel like she’s trying to force it. So today my friend invited me and my mother in law to go swimming with her and her baby brother and since my mother in law didn’t tell me what time she was planning on coming over I just texted her saying I will be gone with Felix at the pool and I invited her to come with but she said she didn’t bring her swim suit. A few min later she texted again asking if I wanted her to pick up Felix and take him to her mom’s house which is 30 min away so I can get some rest. (He’s also not familiar with his great grandma since she doesn’t reach out and we only come over when we have enough time to ask.) I do appreciate that because for the past few months I’ve been dealing with some very serious symptoms and cancer runs in my family so I’m already a paranoid person because of it and it’s way worse now that I have a wonderful husband and beautiful baby boy. (I am seeing doctors in the specialties of my symptoms and I have tests scheduled already). I’ve been incredibly tired for the past couple months no matter how much sleep I get and my eyes have been super droopy. I look high but I swear I’m not 😆. And I’m losing a lot of weight unintentionally. I lost 5 pounds this week and 30 in the past 2 months. So I’m just giving you an idea of how I’m struggling. So I kindly told her no and that he absolutely loves the pool and seeing him happy makes my heart melt. So she came over when I was finished hanging out with my friend and my husband was home at that time and she told us that she would be taking him on Thursday (basically tomorrow. It’s almost midnight 😆) and going to go see her friend…a person I know absolutely nothing about. When she left I told my husband I wasn’t okay with it because he’s still a baby and I have no idea who this person is. He thinks I don’t trust her but it’s not that at all. She did a very good job raising my husband. It’s that I don’t trust strangers. And I’m not saying she has horrible friends cause I don’t think she does. We are all Mormon (she’s incredibly involved in the church and in her faith. Way more than me) and we live in the Mormon state but there’s a lot of info surfacing about people in the church that seem like they’re a safe person but in reality they’re not. Read this as an example https://kutv.com/amp/news/local/provo-parents-arrested-after-alleged-rape-of-teen-daughter-utah-county-sexual-assault I just don’t know who I can trust. I myself am a rpe and sx traffic survivor. And it happened by people that were in my adopted family. I just have a lot of trauma. I do have a lot of mental illnesses that make it hard and painful to live including bipolar 1 and BPD. I’m just a very on edge person but no anxiety med works. I just feel like everyone has a dark side and I want to be with my son so that nothing happens. The world is a scary place and he’s too young and innocent to understand. He’s too young to control his emotions. He just knows “hey I’m feeling uncomfortable. I want my mom” or “I’m gonna cry because I’m having a hard time”. And I’m always there to make him happy again. I feel that he’s too young to be with people he doesn’t know for a day without his comfort. If it was just her taking him out for a few hours I would still be uncomfortable but I’d let them go and just ask for hourly check in’s and pictures. But I wouldn’t be comfortable with him gone from me for a day. I don’t want to intrude on her time with her friend but if she asked me to come with I would. I would be so much more comfortable if they came to my condo and they could all hang in the living room and I’ll just be resting on my bed. I just don’t want my infant being away from me with someone he’s not quite familiar with and someone he nor I have ever met.
I should clarify I do love my mother in law…even tho she can be intense. She’s always made me feel welcome and she buys me any clothes I want, she buys my husband and plane tickets to see them, she makes any food I want homemade, she goes on trips across the world and buys us stuff she thinks we would like or find cool (we do), and she spoils my son so much.
I’m so sorry if this doesn’t make sense. It’s very late at night and my eyes are barely open I’m so tired 😅
Please no negative comments. This is a post for advice.

I've dated my boyfriend for 3 years. We lived together, we went through so much together. it wasn't just a relationship, he was like family to me. I broke up with him during our second year due to me finding him flirting with a girl at a bar. Then he ended up begging me to take him back; he said how I'm the woman of his life and how we have such bond and connection. I'll admit, yes, he was the love of my life and vice versa. I don't feel like I'll love anyone else in my life as much as I loved him, because our love was so pure; my love for him was, and still is unconditional. It's hard to put into words but it just feels like our inner childs connect and we share so much with each other. We know everything about each other and that always brought me a sense of comfort. I ended up taking him back because I didn't want to make such big deal out of just flirting for female validation.
However, it always felt like he wanted the best of both worlds. He wanted to have me committed to him, staying at home, have no male friends, while he could just get out to bars and even not text me sometimes for the whole night. I gave a lot of what he did to his age at the time, he was 21-22.
After putting the puzzle together though, I realized that he was and is super insecure. He wanted constant validation from family, friends, me, and apparently other females to keep going and pushing. He never really liked his body while liking his overall stylish look. But never with his body underneath. The interesting part is, he didn't really workout and he would put junk food into his body and then internally cry about the results not being there, since he is not his 17 year old self who burned so many calories naturally without having to do anything. I would encourage him to come to the gym with me and he did at times, but he was always grumpy when a topic about working out was being talked about.
Anyways, after taking him back, I went to my home country and he came to visit in between my visit to get a good taste of where I grew up in. (it was his first time visiting oversees.) We had a blast time. I stayed longer so he came back and was by himself, mainly with his friends. I didn't question him much when i was there because I wanted to give him space while I took mine, we were in touch though, just not as regular.
I got back, he picked me up from the airport and had something going on with him. He did not seem happy to see me. Long story short, he broke up with me for bullshit reasons and i couldn't just let him go because it was very unexpected and unbelievable. I saw him multiple times and in all of those talks, he was so cold. Cold to a point where I questioned who I was dating. And on my last conversation, he admitted that he cheated on me when I was back home.
I didn't say much, I was disgusted. I let him go. 7 months after, he texted me to give me my stuff back. I sent someone to take them and they came back with a letter from him...
You can probably imagine what the letter says. It was three pages long, majority of what he addressed was a loving goodbye while confessing his love over and over again. He addressed how much he regrets this betrayal and how he is aware of him being a broken person who needs therapy.
3 weeks after receiving his letter, I decided to see him in person to give this an end fully. I didn't want any more love letters or anything, I was logically done and I had to see him because I gradually got worse as the days went by. As soon as I saw him, I melted. I noticed how much I was sick of trying to move on and date other people. I missed our connection, love, affection, and our loved-dovey times. I missed him so much to a point where I forgot where I was or what time it was, I never wanted to leave or give it an end right there. He also have lost the 20 pounds he was upset over for years.
Now, I have been talking to him for 3 weeks or so. He's been showing the commitment and consistency towards his own workout routine and healthy eating. He said things like, " I told you so many times before that I felt like I didn't deserve you, but now I feel like I do." "I will show you through my actions, just wait and see. Give me a chance to just be in your life." "I love my body now and I only need your validation to feel handsome, you are the one."
He cried so many times for hours and I have never seen him as emotionally vulnerable and open. He really seems like he wants to work on himself and his overall health. (In all aspects.) He really has been showing so far how much he wants to change his life for the better and for himself, not for me. it doesn't feel like it's for me because I saw him not committing to his routine one time and it kills him mentally, he needs to be on track with the promises he made to himself.
He recently moved to another state, for the sake of growth and him wanting to get out of his hometown. I don't know what that will bring, but I'm trying to do my own thing. He talks to me like how we used to talk and I don't know how to find the balance because he was the most important person in my life for a long time.
I have hope for him, i want him to be happy regardless. But I'm so confused. I feel betrayed every time i'm not with him. When I'm with him, he is my person. But when I come home or we're apart for couple days, I think of everything and just get disgusted.
I feel emotionally weak right now so if and/or when I make a logical decision of letting him go for the better, it stabs me mentally and I feel like I'm dying, so I know I'll be crawling back to him and that'd be even more embarrassing. Also, letting go of him seems hard because I am almost so sure that I won't be able to fall in love with someone as much as I fell in love with him. I'm not saying that I won't at all, but I just know internally that I won't love someone else as deeply and unconditionally. We have so many memories together and I feel like he is my family. Our physical attraction is so on point. I know he didn't do this because of me or the relationship because I think it was beautiful and every problem could be solved if we talked.
Other option is to stay with him to let him prove everything to me and see if I want to be in a relationship with him again, but in that case, will I respect myself? Will I actually forgive him for what he did and everything he put me through? Can I ever build that trust with him again? Will he actually develop himself and grow for himself? Am I willing to take the risk of him cheating on me again? Will I be happy with him, knowing what he did to me? (I feel like if he did it again, it'd be easier to move on, but what do I know.)
This is also a topic of morals, ethics, and values aligning or not in a relationship. I would just never cheat on someone simply because that's not within my character and I never even thought of it as an option due to my ethics, morals, and values. But obviously, that's not the case for him.
Would I rather take the risk of moving on with my life, letting this love go and potentially compare every new person or relationship to my connection with him, or would I rather go down on a path where I might never feel that safety and loyalty from him and also live with the thought of accepting such behavior that my morals are so against towards.
There is also another flip side to the coin where, everyone has the capability of cheating and i know there are 7.9999 billion people who didn't do that to me yet, but can this be forgiven for the sake of this unknown phenomenon that applies to everyone else also?
This a battle of my logic and my heart. One thing I wrote is "Is it worth to let go of love, for the sake of self-respect?"
Is once a cheater always a cheater?

Ok so a bit of a long post, my apologies. I (30F) met Greg (31M) when we were 12/13 online. Lived in the same state separated by over 1000Mi. We always had a good connection and “dated” online multiple times with multiple fallouts as we were young. We met in person when we were 16/17 and seeing him was amazing. I still remember our first kiss. I ended up in an abusive relationship near the end of high school and was scared I was pregnant from an assault and he offered to step up and say he was the father if I had been (luckily I wasn’t) He moved to my area around 2 years later for college and we were dating in full. He ended up not being able to afford it and had to leave after a semester. We had a small gap in not talking and came back together and when we were 22/23 he moved to be with me and we got an apartment together. When we were 23/24 he was so depressed and homesick so we ended up breaking up and he went back home. Hurt like hell. We got back together a few months later and stayed together until I broke things off to go to school and try a different relationship (we have both been in other relationships outside of each other in between) we were both cool about it, he even bought us move in pizza. He’s always supported me if I start dating someone else and vice versa. The relationship didn’t work out and Greg and I, as we always do, came back together (24/25) and had to do long distance for 3 years with monthly visits. While I was at school, I found out my mom was dying and she was my best friend and I was having trouble processing this. I do have borderline and ptsd so it was hitting me hard. Greg was not super great at handling my mood swings at this point tbh and when we were 27/28 I couldn’t handle anything in my world so I left him. In a not great time in his life either. I started a random fling and wouldn’t you know we got stuck together during the first covid lockdown so we kinda trauma bonded through that cause we were stuck together. Greg and I weren’t really talking at this point but I knew he was dating someone and it hurt but I wanted him to be happy. Then the day came and my mom died. And the first thing I did was text Greg. he was very supportive and sad for me and helped support me through the funeral which is also when me and the fling ended things - Through a text from him while I was driving to the funeral. Greg and I kept talking but nothing romantic because of his relationship. He came to my city and we hung out for a bit and it took everything in me to not kiss him, and I could see how sad he was I didn’t jump into his arms like I always used to. I started dating someone a few months after I saw Greg but it always felt off. Greg called me a year later when we were 29/30 and told me he wanted to settle down and have a wife and kids but the relationship he was in wasn’t me, and he knows I have a boyfriend but he loves me and always has and wants his kids to have my eyes. He offered to move me to him if I wanted to go, put my name on his house and marry me before I move. The hitch is that my dad has only ever seen the side where it looks like Greg has ruined all my other relationships because he was there when I got broken up with and to my dad, it means he sabotages me and is a butthole. I’m so unhappy where I am and no matter how far either of us wander. We always come back together and I feel like I’ve spent a lot of time pushing him away out of fear (and my terrible self sabotage habits) and he spent a lot of time being immature (there’s a lot I skimmed) But my dad being my only surviving parent means the world to me and I don’t want him to be mad at me or not support me. I’m also nervous about being so far away. What do I do? Should I let go of Greg? Should I bite the bullet and talk to my dad?
TLDR; I’ve been in an 18 year on and off relationship and don’t know how to approach my dad to tell him I want to move 1000Mi away and break his bias

Apparently I'm unlucky as fuck.
I got my diagnosis too late and had a flare starting 3 months post partum, got my diagnosis 5months post partum.. didn't hear shit until it got so bad I was severely malnourished with a 41⁰c fever and organs struggling to stay alive, passed out on the toilet with my baby in his bouncy chair BUT I was smart enough to text my parents who fetched my fiancé, all of them got to me and called the ambulance. Apparently the dipshit that did my colonoscopy FORGOT to send the results to gastro at the same hospital. So thanks dude, really helped me out.
So in my short stay there, they found out I have sarcoidosis (unrelated to crohns) and osteoporosis due to being malnourished for 2 decades. All because my previous GP was dead set the problem was in my vagina and wanted to examine me himself. Relevant because all the doctors available at that time were male and all, for some reason, wanted to finger me to check my... intestines. Pretty sure I can tell the difference between my asshole and babymaker.
Either way I'm mildly annoyed that I have osteoporosis at my ripe age of 28 due to malpractice and standard run of the mill sexism in the medical industry.
Anyone else lucky enough to have pretty bad health because of this lovely chronic illness? Like I would have been fine if they took me seriously at 10yo when I shat pure blood and slime for the first time(first flare). Surprised I'm even alive at this point.
Also, I feel my back is gonna crack soon lol. Then I finally might get disabled parking, at least temporarily. Less travel distance to the toilet if need be.

I was diagnosed stage 3 NSC Lung cancer almost four years ago (36 yo male). Family situation was/is My dad lives here in Ohio and so does my brother (34) . My sister (38) lives in Chicago. My mom lives in Florida it comes up here for the summers. I was always close with my family and coworkers before I was diagnosed. I had that overwhelming wave of support you get when everyone you know finds out your cancer. It was all phone calls, texts, and emails for the most part. My diagnosis wasn’t the best as the cancer had spread to my adrenal gland and lymph nodes. My dad really stepped up and he was my rock. I’m lucky I had him during that time. He drove me to chemo the first couple of treatments and sat in on the dr appointments as a second ear. I was going to be doing 5 rounds of chemo every three weeks and immunotherapy for 12. The chemo killed the tumor so they cut out the upper lobe of my right lung. Immunotherapy wasn’t great but I got through it.
I was incredibly happy that I survived it all and got back to work. However some things really bothered me such as my mom never came back home during my chemo. She came home for my lobectomy in November 2020 and visited me in the hospital and held my hand like I was her baby boy again when they removed all the breathing , catheters, and drainage tubes. When I got home I noticed phone calls and texts weren’t coming in. It also bothered me that my sister never came to see me and she’s about four hours away but not four days. My brother was in town and only came once during the year of treatment.
Another thing that bothered me is none of my coworkers would call or text during my time off. I really worried when I got a letter from my employer of ten years that I was terminated. It was a really tough time and I was on so much medication and my whole routine was sitting on the couch and watching YouTube. I slowly descended into a very dark place and became scared of going in public places because I thought people were staring at me because I looked so sickly and dying. My bank account was getting down to nothing and I asked for my old position back and luckily they hired me again. It was excruciatingly difficult physically and emotionally to sell cars that hot summer of 2021. I had heat stroke three months of being back and thought I was done. I was really sick and weak. I was miserable with so many things. When I did see my family I’m sure that attitude wore off and I soon was getting comments that I was too negative.
My kids mom hates me and was in cancer research and sent me this factoid sheet from the American Cancer Association that said my five year survival odds were 3%. She said I was wasting my time I had left. She fueled my fire to live just to prove her wrong but at this point my kid wanted me to die because he thought he’d get lots of life insurance money. Then I had to take custody unexpectedly of that same kid who wanted nothing to do with me. I was barely selling enough cars to keep my job and now had to take care of and raise a 13 year old with angst. That’s when my family truly disappeared and I think it’s because they’re worried my cancer would cone back then they’d have to care for my kid.
Fast forward to now and my son is reunited with his mom. His and my relationship has never been better after getting to spend 16 months living together. My health is I’m still alive obviously but my lungs are getting much weaker and my volume is shrinking and i also originally diagnosed late stage copd and have to take steroids to help me breathe. So my health is back on the downslope and my family is completely gone. My dad never calls or talks to me, and neither do my brother or sister. I see my mom once every couple of months when she’s home from Florida . We’ll go to Cracker Barrel and she’ll give me this half disgusted look and I get about 45 minutes of her time
I’m just sad that they’re gone but realized they’re kind of not the best family so I might be better. I truly believe they were looking at my custody and health situation as a hot potato so they all ran for the hills. Now with my breathing is getting more and more along with seizures it’s difficult and it’s real I’m going to die young and possibly soon. it’s really effecting my memory and stamina. I get confused and need naps. Its sometimes an insurmountable task for me to go greet a customer on the lot and begin the five hour process of selling a car and getting dirty looks from customers because I look like shit because well Ive been through some stuff. My sales are failing and they want me gone. I need health insurance and what little money I do make to support my son. Im worried all this financial, parental, and physical stress is going to bring back my cancer just because im stressed and just feel hopeless. I think of how I’ll die from COPD and how horrifying it seems did that way. With my family gone and my coworkers wanting me gone I know it will be alone or at a state hospital with some hospice nurse I have no clue is. I don’t look for your pity but I’d like any advice you might have to how I can find solace in this lonely isolated place I’m trapped in. I’m angry at my family but I love them.I feel like I was supposed to die and even though I didn’t die then physically I died to them mentally. Maybe it’s too tough to watch someone you love struggle and know you’ll have to do it again
The only thing besides spending time with my son that really makes me happy is painting. During all of this I somehow found out I love to paint and since a June 2022 I’ve painted a couple of hundred paintings. Painting gives me hope.

he hmu through ig. no legit mutuals, but i think i accidentally followed him first and he dmed me calling me pretty and wanted to get to know me. we’re in diff countries but think he’s really cute and wouldn’t mind meeting up with him if i visit the country this summer. the texts are starting to feel bland and i want to keep him interested. what are some juicy conversations topics?

Hi, I recently just finished my first year of college. Ultimately in high school I decided I'd commute to Carthage College (although I was accepted at Madison) because I was struggling with my mental health and afraid of ending up alone among the huge student body. I did very well and I loved my professors, classes, and while I'm not very social I made a couple very good friends.
However, I am concerned with my financial situation in the long term, as since I've been feeling better mentally I'm planning to live on-campus in the future so I can spend more time around people, and so I'll have to pay for food + room and board. Additionally, some of the aid I received for this year (which was one of the reasons I accepted, as my freshman year ended up being free) isn't renewable, so its safe to say my Bachelor's (which is unfortunately just the first step) would be cheaper if I transfer to Madison for my Junior and Senior years. I was told its better to transfer when you're 2 years in (couldn't tell you why), so that's why I'm asking about it beforehand.
I can also say with certainty that Madison's campus is several times more active, and as somebody trying to push themselves to be more social I'd have more opportunities to do so. Plus, Madison is definitely more widely prestigious / reputable, which might become important when I'm looking for schools to pursue my Master's at.

TL;DR: Sorry for the wall of text, I figured the context could be useful. Anyway, what I want to know is if this school would be worth transferring to as a Psych student. I know that it ranks highly, but I want to know from people in the program itself. Also, is it rare to get accepted as a transfer, or should I not worry about that? Thank you!

hey, just hope everyone is good. i guess im just here to rant and get other peoples personal opinions. please don’t judge me because at heart, i know i probably deserve better but —
im a 22M and i’ve been seeing this guy (35M and he’s a dl) since like october 2023 and ive known him since 2021. when we first linked, it was just a fwb type thing. i moved cities so we didn’t really talk as much but then i came back (and he happened to be getting out of jail) and we got closer than we’ve ever been. he also basically lives with me now. but anyway, we’ve been getting into petty (to him) arguments lately and i just don’t trust him anymore. he would do stuff like entertain girls via text then when i check him about it, he tells me that he’s not linking with any of them and i see where he’s at. he’s always with me and stuff like that. i told him that it still matters and then he proceeds to say stuff like “those are girls i talked to before we met. am i supposed to just not talk to them anymore?” and im just like ummm yesss??? he says the same way i have guy friends, he has girl friends and i get it but im not flirting with my friends nor have i had a history with my guy friends. anyway, he said he would stop but i know he’s lying. these past 2 days i feel like he’s been secretive on him phone. i notice that he goes straight to his home screen every time i get close enough to see his phone. it’s so irritating and it hurts my heart so bad bc i basically take care of this grown man and he can’t even be as loyal as i am to him. today, after i suspected he was being sneaky, i told him i need to take him home bc i have a lot of stuff to take care. he said okay, i took him home, and that was basically it. we haven’t spoken since. i feel like he could care less about me but i miss him sm even tho i made that choice. he is also an alcoholic like really bad and that’s something i deal with. i only deal with it because i love him but it’s honestly a lot to deal with. i feel so stupid letting an alcoholic man who is 10+ years older than me live under me and still not do right by me. i just cry a lot when we’re apart or at odds like i get so emotional behind him.
he’s also my first love and I’m so attached to him but sometimes I have a thought in the back of head thinking if he really loves me as much as i love him and if he’s taking advantage of me. he tells me he loves me and reassures but but idk if it’s all true. I also feel like if things don’t work out between us, i’ll never find someone like him again. he was very patient with me at times and actually dealt with me. I never had that before in life and i’d hate to lose it.
idk what my next steps should be. i don’t wanna lose him but it’s probably best but i don’t wanna be hurt and sobbing in my room all day and night like the last time we got into it

I recently just got out of a relationship (6-7 months) I know it's not long, but we really had it going and I thought that this would be my last relationship.
I knew this girl from my freshman year of college, we were never really close or didn't have the chance to. But at the start of my sophomore year, we had the chance to smoke together. Immediately after we hung out for the first time, we both realized that our interests and hobbies are very similar, and our conversations were filled with joy and laughter. After a month of texting every day and hanging out every weekend, I started developing feelings for her. But she was the first to confess to me and I agreed. It went great for the first 3 or 4 months, but after that we started arguing over small things. Now that we are separated, and I had time to think about the relationship I realized that I always emotionally manipulated her and would always trauma dump when things didn't go the way I wanted. She would come over about 4-5 times a week, but when she wanted to go out with her friends, I would always be like "You don't love me" or "You care more about your friends than me." And when she confronted me about it, I would reply with ", But you said that you won't be texting me" or "You said that you won't update me." But in reality, she texted me so much that her friends got tired of her always going on her phone to text me back and I just wanted attention.
Later in the relationship she would create boundaries and would finally say "I won't text you when I'm out with my friends." When she said that I went psychotic and called her 33 times, sent her hundreds of messages, acted violent, and very harsh words. Note that this happened twice, in two weeks both Fridays. But this was all after I originally lost her trust. Which was around a week prior to these events. I was over at her house during spring break, and I was on twitter, she wanted to see my twitter because I never showed it. There was nothing bad on my twitter, and I said "no," and she tried to grab my phone, but I used excessive force to get it back. I was only trying to get a reaction out of her, but that was the moment she lost all trust in me. I tried showing her after it, but it was already over. The next day she tells me to meet her, and she said she doesn't see us working out in the long term, and that she wanted to break up. But I started crying and trauma dumped. After a lot of talking, she said that we can try one more time. I fully believed the statement, but I later found out that it was just to make me stop crying. And that once she starts losing feelings, she can't stop herself even if she wants to.
She has been through a lot growing up. A bad and manipulative father, self-image issues, getting all her info leaked etc,. She even had her "phase" in college, and I knew all that and wanted to change her and make her life happier. But I took everything for granted, and I regret the fact that she even had to get close to me. I wanted her to change, but never wanted to change myself even after promising to. Yes, we were both toxic to each other, and it was never meant to be. But I feel like I made her life worse. She also mentioned that she was always scared of me during the relationship.
She got into a rebound probably 3 weeks after we broke up and said that she is doing good now that I'm gone. I will move on eventually, but I still believe that I have left unerasable scars in her heart, and I feel like an asshole for doing it. I don't think I can fully forgive myself ever.

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believe it or not, i dont want to die sad. but how does one die feeling happy? feeling at peace? i too do not know how, but i want to try to find the answer today. i want to sleep forever, now. so i want to try my best to give you a brief recap of how ive been suicidal and depressed till now.
to be honest i didnt know how it exactly started. when did i feel depressed? no, scratch that. when did i feel sad for no reason? ninth grade. i cant remember the specifics now, but i do remember trying to drown myself, my first attempt of suicide, because of my grades. i was 13, i felt hopeless, my mom got mad at me, and we didnt have the closeness of our relationship that we have now. i became more sad when i reached my senior year of high school, grades 11 and 12. i had my first heartbreak (cliche as it sounds) and i sabotaged all my friendships. i was a bad friend, i was getting into smoking and drinking--i made both of them my coping mechanism. i spent my days lying in bed, crying in the mornings before school started inside the bathroom stalls, i skipped classes and traveled on my own and smoke and drink--people believed i was 18. but i was 16. i was 16, but i felt like my inner machinery was already tarnished. i chased love but turned away the second they showed me that they liked me. i ran away from my friends and used them for my own benefit because i was 'sad' and that they should 'know' that because they were my 'friends'. but no. nobody deserves that kind of treatment. i was never saved that time, never told anyone how i truly felt. but when i did tell i immediately regretted it because they never understood my weight of emotions; i felt invalidated.
freshman year of college rolled through and i thought i was doing fine, but i wasn't. i wanted to be so much that i ended up overexerting myself. when it finally became too heavy for me i stayed out late, drank again, spent the night with my friends and didn't come home. the next day i told my mom that i had this urge to be alone, to disappear, and that my emotions were all so heavy that i was becoming more sad everyday that even i didn't know the reason. before i could say i wanted help, she told me instead the opposites of what i have been saying. 'ah, this must be what invalidation feels like' i thought, and thats when i knew that really, no one will understand what im going through. its the pandemic now, 2020 and im turning 18, the age of adulthood. funny enough months before that i told myself that i wanted to die, and that there was a bleach ready in out bathroom for me to try out. i thought back then, dying at 18 would be nice because it would spare me the pains of adulthood. my birthday came, i felt heavy when i woke up; i finally decided, you know. my mind was made up. but then i woke up and i hear my dad calling my mom on the phone and asking her if i was already awake, my mom sounded giddy, excited, and told my dad that i haven't woke up yet and that there's too much food on the table she's excited on how ill react. i cried. they were downstairs celebrating my birthday but i was stuck in bed thinking of ways to unalive myself. in the end i came down, wiped my tears, celebrated my birthday normally, posed for some pictures, and called it a day. that was the day i started dreading having to celebrate my birthday. same year, october, i called the suicide hotline with pills in my hand, ready to end it all. long story short, more shit happened. called the hotline, texted my cousin i was gonna die, she then called her parents then said parents called my mom. mom caught me, we cried so hard, i told her everything. we became closer then. she was my best friend and still is, and it pains me that im not the best daughter and friend she has. i wanted to take a break from school then, i wanted to see a shrink, but guess what, nothing happened. i went back to classes like nothing happened. my emotions werent compensated. i was doing everything with a broken mind. no one around me talked to me about what happened, only i relived it. i preferred if they talked to me about it, i preferred if i took a break for a while, it would have been nice to talk to someone about, talk about this unending sadness that im feeling; if i did then maybe i could be a tiny bit better. but no. i gave every feeling i had for free.
4 years passed and im still here. what am i now? things were good two years ago, but how about now? i still sabotaged everything, while trying to fix things aside. i tried to live life, but my anxiety just got worse; heck i didnt even have anxiety before. i had everything planned out three years ago, now im lost again. i dont have someone to talk to, i ruined the friendships i built with trust. i ruined my relationships with everyone and i act like the victim in my head. im a fucked up person and i wonder if my sadness and melancholy justifies all this. everyday i live with a weight on my shoulder. id say i want to try my best today with a lump on my throat. i tell my mom im having fun but then i turn to a socially awkward girl alone. i tell her im doing fine but i really want to jump off our unit. im becoming a threat to myself, im becoming so lost that i need something to believe in again. im so lonely, im so alone, but i pushed away everyone else. maybe this is all im meant to be, really. i dont think the blues will ever me leave me, ive been accustomed to feeling sad and hurt all the time that im scared of being happy. does it even suit me?
i need help. i really need to figure out whats wrong with me. ive always yearned for help. i gaslighted myself a year ago that i didnt need it anymore, i still do. but what will i do when no ones listening to me? when my parents care about imagery rather than my wellbeing? when they care about other people telling them that their daughters 'fucked in the head', well i am. and to the people who tells me that i am, well i am, and probably you guys are and your children feels the same too.
what will the girl who dreamed of becoming a beautician think about the girl who i am now? what will my other selves say about me? ill forever mourn the girl who i wanted to be. the writer, the poet, someone who writes for a living and just sits down in her room with a view. i could also work in a library or in a museum, where i could stare at art and write about it. i want to write. and im sorry lola that i didnt get to finish the story i was writing for you. im sorry im not becoming someone you wished to be. im sorry to everyone who i let down. to my mom, you really are my best friend and im thankful to everything youve done for me, and the little things youve done to make me feel better. to my dad, thank you for the sacrifices you made for us, for my education, despite not being there physically. but you know, i had a lot of trauma growing up and carrying them now because of you two. my social anxiety, the way im afraid to speak up, when im asked about something i dont respond, because everything feels like a wrong answer. and a wrong answer always equates to screaming and shouting and punishing me physically for discipline. but dont worry, i guess, i tried to accept it with love. love equals hate, after all. the two of you did your best, but im sorry. i just want to sleep now.

You guys knowwww I’ve been team Scheana even in the most impossible situations
I have also stuck up for Brock and taken shit and been cursed out by y’all..
I think Brock’s been the most forthcoming man on this show and never makes excuses for his PAST behavior.
Clearly, the whole cast from Ariana to freaking Katie was moved by his discussion about fatherhood.
Maybe there’s even been a lot of OFF camera discussion bc everyone seemed very sympathetic to Brock.
Brock loves Summer- and he loves his other kids it seems; and isn’t sure how to navigate the rules the kids have set in place .
Brock shared that even tho she is satisfied with what he’s done; the kids aren’t and they HAVE NOT asked for him and he said he can’t push that or doesn’t think he can.
Scheana quickly said “ YOU CANT”
I didn’t like that …
Maybe I’m wrong- I’ve never been in that situation- I do however love many children that aren’t biologically mine! ( nieces, nephew, friends kids)
However , I think AS A WIFE - her role should be trying to navigate and help facilitate that relationship!!
Maybe she starts talking to his ex
Maybe she starts asking if maybe the kids want to talk to Summer Moon in the phone and do face
Maybe then gently reintroduce Brock Have him send letters Texts Voice notes
How the FUCK are you okay with him not being with his kids when it clearly seems to hurt him?
How does one navigate this ???
You guys I don’t want to fight- maybe some of you have insight and have been the kid the DOESN’T want a forced relationship; but I feel like if it were me I would make it my mission and fuck “storyline” ( if I’m Scheana ) to repair that relationship!
Am I wrong?

The title is true but not in the way you think.
TL;DR - My friend liked me n got jealous of my love for someone else, we went no contact, our friend died, we got back in contact and im not sure if his current relationship is good for him right now.
I 19F met Daniel 19M when I was 8. He lived next door and I befriended him and his sister. We always constantly hung out doing whatever kids do.
In 2016 he moved to another country because his mom was dying of cancer, I barely kept in touch considering I was a child with no phone.
2021 they came back, and we immediately clicked as if those years no contact didn’t happen.
Daniel was very quiet and reserved, I was more out. I guess he warmed up to that and we became real close.
Thru out the months he started up his social life after being gone for a long time and started going to the gym. He would beg me to go but I wouldn’t find interest in it.
He ended up convincing me, I went. A week in we met this girl 20F (I’ll call her X). I found her pretty attractive. I always knew I was gay n my appearance doesn’t hide it. I never thought I’d have to mention it to Daniel since we’d both talk about girls we found attractive at the time, and I’m 5’10 with short hair and dress manlier then he does. I’ve never had to mention it to anyone, everyone just knew I was gay.
Daniel’s sister (I’ll call her Patti) befriended this insanely attractive girl we’d met. To make a long story short; she found me attractive too, we started FaceTiming as a group (X, Patti, and I) then late after Patti would sleep, X and I would spend the rest of the night talking. I was falling deeply in love.
X and myself weren’t secretive about our feelings for eachother. I think it’s important to mention she was the first I’ve ever gotten this far with. I began realizing Daniel was resentful towards X. Being really dry with her when she talked to him. Giving nasty faces, and just overall a very obvious way of showing he didn’t like her.
I on the other hand was drowning in her every chance I got, I guess you can say I started hanging with her more, which is normal when meeting a new potential lover but I should also say Daniel had his own friends he would hang with before and after X and I never had a problem with any of it. I befriended his friends too.
He started avoiding me, becoming dry, showing obvious signs of depression. He came to my house one night crying and opened up about how he feels lonely and wants a gf.
Later on I find out from a close friend that Daniel likes me. That he wanted to tell me but a majority of his friends were telling him I’m clearly gay. As well as one of my close friends telling him it too. He ended up telling me and I told him how I thought he knew I was into girls which I guess he was oblivious to, not sure how but he was.
Daniel and I stayed close for a bit but then he started to change. All he talked about was how he gets so much Pü$$y and acting like disrespecting girls is a fun hobby for him. At this point me and X were in a relationship. I mentioned to him how ugly he sounds talking like that, n how when he first got here and had his own personality instead of an adopted one he was better to be around.
We drifted and he’d call and text to check up on me thru out the year but nothing more than that. He worked with X and she had told me that he called her a good b*tch during some interaction. I texted him and very civilly said to not say that shi to her n that if he had any respect for me he would respect her despite his negative feelings towards her. He took it as me telling him to not talk to her and went about that telling X he’s “not allowed to talk to her” which I never said.
After that we rarely spoke at all. The other day one of his friends (someone I used to hang with) died in a very horrific/violent accident. It had been a year and a half since I spoke to Daniel atp. I called him and we spoke, he was obviously devastated and I texted him after letting him know I was here whenever he needed it.
I visited our friend’s grave today and saw him there. He didn’t speak to me or my friend or older sisters who were also good friends with him. We came home and FaceTimed him. We sat for an hour, we talked about our friend, what we’ve all been up to and laughed a bit for a good hour. After we hung up I texted him that it was good catching up and seeing him smile after all that’s happened and we started chatting from there. I basically told him that doesn’t matter what happened with us or how much time passed by, that we’ve known eachother long enough that we’re family by nature atp.
I would like to add that I saw him a few times in the no contact phase and he was completely distant. Except I realized something was off. I later found out he has a gf.
After some connecting of the dots. I realized she is manipulating him and taking control. He’s mentioned he cut everybody off and only talked to his gf when I saw him at Walmart some time ago. I went on his tiktok and every video is of her. Not even himself. I went on his insta that he just made and saw married in the bio. Then I saw her socials. On her tiktok she had a video about her ex, she also had nothing in her insta bio and then a video captioned something like she’d kill or run over any girl that tries talking to her bf (Daniel)
Not to mention he doesn’t even talk to my friend when he sees her and they were really good friends with no bad blood. My sister tried giving him a fist bump and he hesitated even tho he’d be the first to initiate when he saw us in public before.
Now you might not find this manipulative or controlling but hear this, while I was on FaceTime with him I mention seeing a vid of him and his gf on my tiktok to which he replied “I hate those videos” to which my friend asked why and he mentioned how his gf made him post them so that it’s known he’s with her. And she also made him create a whole new insta and put married in the bio. And he did it because he felt bad as to how she got cheated on before him. Which made no sense.
I didn’t pry because we hadn’t talked in a minute but I plan to be here for him more, because even tho I don’t know his gf I know that anyone that does that is never good in the long run & her requests will only get worse until she’s dug him in a hole deep enough where he feels like she’s the only one who can get him out since she’s slowly cutting himself off of everything except her. And after having his best friend die in the most brutal way, someone like that is the last thing he needs in his greiving and healing journey. And because I can also admit I miss having my best friend.
To those of you who have been in a toxic relationship, you can acknowledge these are beginning signs of one. To those of you who’ve never been in a toxic relationships, trust it only gets worse from there^.
Even if we don’t get close, it’s enough knowing he’s not suffering more than he already is with his friends passing.

Okay so I started talking to this guy like not too long ago on Snapchat, he’s genuinely SUPER sweet, he texts me good morning, good night, asks how my day was, etc. he’s also adorable. The other day I was talking to him and he told me about how his ex dumped him and I said “I don’t know how someone could dump you, you’re so sweet” and then he told me she got bored of him and he said he got boring after a while once you get to know him and how he just doesn’t know how to talk to people and he’s scared he’s gonna say something wrong and then apologized after, I then sent him like a whole paragraph to him about how that wasn’t true in the slightest and how he shouldn’t be sorry, and then I understood exactly how he felt and I felt that way sometimes too and he shouldn’t feel that way about himself, I also sent a screenshot of our chat (his name had a 🫶 next to his name and I forgot I put it there, he then changed mine to my name and the same 🫶) anyways this is what he said in response, ““Woa WAIT YOUR NOT BORING AT ALLL but I really appreciate you taking the time to talk with me about this it really means a lot to me especially coming from you. AND STOP SAYING SORRY BECAUSE I LOVE RRADING YOUR MESSAGES because we think very similarly and I'm glad I'm not the only one like that but I'm sorry u also overthink a lot especially when there's nobody to keep you company. If you ever need to talk I'm here for u (my name). YAP ALL U WANT. also did u add that heart next to my name?” He’s actually such an amazing and sweet person, and I really like him, I think he likes me but I’d rather be 100% sure in knowing than get the wrong idea, also he called me cute before and he told me I should get my work done so we can talk more (I had school work to finish which I did eventually, not the point though haha), anyone help me?

For context of who I am, I'm 18 years old and neurodivergent, my biggest struggles being like... emotional availability/connection. I have friends but there are specifically like, two or three people in my life right now who I consider beyond that. I call them my favorite people. I talk to them every once in a while, over the phone or text, but I don't see them often and (weirdly enough, hear me out) I see them the same way I see pets. I keep tabs on their problems, their favorite things, stuff like that, and I try and help them, but my brain categorizes them the same way I categorize my pets because I just love them that way. They give me the same feelings that I get when I see my cat, like, "So cute, let me take care of them!" even though I still do treat them as humans/people. I don't just baby or patronize them.
Anyway, I've always been emotionally distant from people. When I realized I was neurodivergent, I stopped trying to keep up with what "connection meters" I made up in my brain because that's what fried my battery. I don't like keeping up with people, or small talk, or connecting unless it's with my favorite people and I still TRY when people want a connection or conversation from me, but it's for their sake and never really mine. I don't hate people. I'm not a hateful and judgmental person, I try very hard to be open minded and accepting, but I am a generally antisocial person to begin with.
I've tried very hard to limit my connections because I know REALISTICALLY, I won't be able to care about people the way they want me to. A big community of friends is not something I can manage, I already see my favorite people very rarely but my love meter for them never goes down and they understand so it's not a big deal. But other people don't understand that. I care about them, logically, as humans. But I don't want to be their "rock," I don't want them to be mine, and I don't really care about what goes on in their lives and I don't want to share mine. I don't see a reason to. And it's not like I think they're worse than me, I think that they would benefit from befriending someone else. I just worry that I come off as arrogant.
I feel terrible the longer I think about it. I have spent so many years "faking" my connections with people until I realized I was being manipulative, even if my goal was to make them happy. So I try to limit my relationships. But I feel like I'm just seeming super rude.
I never really push people away, I don't interact with them to begin with. But the people in my "distant circle of friends," or people in any community I'm in, often try to connect. And I try to be kind and I will talk when they want to. But I realize that me not reaching out sends the wrong message, too, so I feel conflicted. I realize that maybe I AM being rude, or arrogant somehow, and I look up ways to fix it. But everything leads to different things like, "learning to connect" or "learning to X, Y, Z."
I know the basics of interacting with people. I've wiki-how'd that stuff basically every year. But there's that genuine barrier between me and people, not just "normal" people, just everyone in general. I'm already aromantic and asexual, so I don't really feel any need to be searching out romantic or sexual partners. But I also don't really feel the need for friends outside of my favorite people. I can get along with people, normally, but I never think, "Wow, I would love to be their friend, let me get their number." Which I feel is bad. I don't know.
I don't know if I've gotten off track or not, sorry if I did. But I've been thinking in circles for days now. I know I'm probably at fault here, I know it's not normal to be this disconnected from people. I feel bad about it. But for me, since there's no genuine urge for connection and there hasn't been forever, I feel like that makes it okay FOR ME. In my world. I just feel awful because I know that there are some people who try to connect, or want to, and I can't give that to them.

Hey there, I'm looking for someone new to talk to with the possibility of it becoming something more! (as the title says, I do prefer much larger body types as they're cute to me, but please know I'm not looking for sexual chat!) I really love learning about people, and would love to learn about someone new, about their passions and interests, and have someone who loves doing the same in return! I ideally would like to talk on discord eventually!
As the title says, I'm definitely more of a nerd than anything, haha. I love reading, cooking and baking, video games, and generally more homebody hobbies. I currently live in California and I'm going to start my first year of College this fall! To describe myself, I'm around 5'10, dark brown hair, hazel eyes, and I'm on the chubby side myself (although I'm losing weight, down 10 pounds and counting!). I'm also asexual, so I'd like someone who's okay with that!
For a partner, I'd ideally want someone genuine and caring, and while not required, it'd really help if you shared some of my hobbies! I don't have many appearance preferences, tbh!

Hey there, I'm looking for someone new to talk to with the possibility of it becoming something more! (as the title says, I do prefer much larger body types as they're cute, but please know I'm not looking for sexual chat!) I really love learning about people, and would love to learn about someone new, about their passions and interests, and have someone who loves doing the same in return! I ideally would like to talk on discord eventually!
As the title says, I'm definitely more of a nerd than anything, haha. I love reading, cooking and baking, video games, and generally more homebody hobbies. I currently live in California and I'm going to start my first year of College this fall! To describe myself, I'm around 5'10, dark brown hair, hazel eyes, and I'm on the chubby side lol. I also lean towards the asexual spectrum, so I'd like someone okay with that!
For a partner, I'd ideally want someone genuine and caring, and while not required, it'd really help if you shared some of my hobbies! I don't have many appearance preferences, tbh!

Long story- went camping with a large group of friends. There was this girl, she was there with another man (on and off dating). We befriended and hung out throughout the trip. On night 3, we all got drunk and had a good time. I went to bed and was a bit hungover the next day. Things got a bit awkward after that but I thought it was for other reasons. Flash forward to days later from the trip. I receive a message from her with her owning to the cheating. Screenshots of my husband pursuing her hardcore while I was asleep in the trailer with my children. He tried HARD to have sex with her, though she shut him down. But he didn’t give up easy. I asked if anything physical happened and she said when it was just them by the fire, he put his hands in her pants and was kissing her neck, so she pushed him off and went to bed. He was never going to tell me this either. It would’ve gone to the grave with him.
We have a past where he constantly lies to me. He has never physically cheated on me till this moment but has lied about messaging women and being overly friendly in text.
I guess I just need advice on what I should do.
So let me break down our relationship. We have been together for near a decade. Have two children together. He was my golden retriever husband for many years until we had kids. Life was perfect. But I went through severe postpartum depression and anxiety and gained weight. We fight often in these past few years. But he is amazing with our kids, and also has an amazing career and supports all our needs so I can be a stay at home mom.
I joined a gym and got into the best shape of my life, and I get compliments regularly so I know I’m an attractive woman.
He owned his mistake and said he was so drunk he can’t even remember messaging her that night. And wanted to kill himself the next morning when he realized what he’d done.
He isn’t perfect, neither am I. But what he did was the absolute betrayal and I don’t know if I can forgive him. Not easily at least. Is this worth fighting for my marriage or am I better off finding a man who will treat me right? Even with the hardship of divorce and life with kids in separation. I still love him with all my heart but I’m a jealous person and I feel like this will eat at me for the rest of my life.
I need a golden retriever husband, don’t we all?