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I’ve (F28) been dating a guy (M28) for almost two months. We were best friends as little kids and reconnected a bit as teens and kept in touch every now and then through the years.
We ended up talking because we were both going through a rough time. Our last relationships had ended around the same time (six months prior) and we were both kind of isolated and depressed. We hung out once and became inseparable. We were together every day. He would ask to see me all the time and just seemed really into me.
He said he wanted to wait to have sex because he gets attached after sex and I agreed because I do as well. We waited two weeks (keeping in mind we spent every day together). The day before we had sex, I asked him if we are together. He said we basically are but he doesn’t want to rush into anything and put a label. But he is not seeing anyone else and is exclusive with me. This worried me, but it was still early so I understood.
He continued to come over nearly every day and I felt like we were perfectly matching energies and everything I did was reciprocated. However, the past few weeks I have felt a shift. He doesn’t come over as much, and if he does it’s usually because I ask. He has said he doesn’t need a lot of space, but I feel like he’s taking more and more space, with texting me as well. He doesn’t really call me “baby” or anything like that, and seems uncomfortable if he does. But I do still feel effort from him. He brings me around his friends, he’s bought me gifts, and just small thoughtful gestures where I do feel valued.
He did mention taking things slow again recently. I have referred to him as my boyfriend and he hasn’t seemed bothered. We don’t post anything on social media about one another, but we do heart each other’s posts. He still has pictures of his ex up which concerns me.
I just really don’t want to get hurt and I feel like I like him more. He has said things like I seem too good to be true and it scares him and he is worried about the honeymoon phase ending. But I want someone who is all in with me and feels the same about me as I do them.
Am I overthinking it or am I going to get hurt?

could this night get any worse 😒

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Me and my mother have dealt with bed bugs ever since 2021
We got rid of them for good in late 2022 until we saw some bed bugs in late 2023
My brother brought them in and his bed was completely infested and we threw a lot of things out and cleaned up the apartment very well
We recently got into the new place and I saw a bed bug on a towel so I killed it and threw it out
I then found 2 babies hiding in my pillows which I killed and dried my pillows any times over
We then fumigated the place around may 13 of this year
I struggle with achne around my face and all of my back
I think these are bites but my mom says they are just achne
I do not know if these were bites before or after fumigation but I’ve noticed a bug bite on my pelvic area tonight (idk if it’s bed bug because it’s just one and it’s not very itchy)
My neck and back are constantly itchy so that’s why believe in this being a bed bug bites
Please help identify
I also have some bed bug looking bites around my lower chest area but I am a minor so I won’t post pictures of that area because I don’t wanna get banned

My husband (65) and I (53) have been probably falling apart for past decade due to alcoholism (he has been dry for a couple years now) and the almost literal ignoring of me and lack of interest in me as a friend much less roommate. He’s also dealt with some serious health issues that I stayed to help. Then last night he told me about critters in His warehouse/work. How she moved in a kitten then proceeded to have up to 5 babies.. he set up a box too.. but apparently momma went hunting when was closing time and literally chose to close up leaving kittens inside and momma locked out, “but he will open the door in morning” like 12 hours later… I’m shocked a bit and mention maybe he shouldn’t have told me his knowing those kitten will be dead. I leave the room and later end up crying in the shower from all the emotions.. mostly because he said all that pictures too to hurt me.. to get a reaction, because he knew how I would feel… now I know I want a divorce even if means living in a tent and suburban with two cats… the man I married was never this cruel to anyone much less animals… and he will believe I left over feral kittens

I’m typing this on a bench half a mile from my house. It just hit midnight, meaning our baby has been missing for 14 days. She pushed a screen out from a window, got herself stuck up a tree for eight hours. We hired a professional to scale the tree and come get her but she kept climbing higher and higher, until she couldn’t go further and fell ~30 feet. I tried to chase her but she got away from me, meowing the whole time. She was hiding under a car that I was standing over - then I took my eyes off her for a second and I haven’t seen her since. She’s an indoor cat and had never been outside before. She’s chipped but not collared.
I live in an area that’s halfway between urban and suburban (Manayunk in Philadelphia if you’re familiar) so a lot of houses close together but also some overgrown green space. We’ve done everything we’re told to do - left out things that smelled like her, things that smelled like us, a humane trap with fresh smelly food every night, used litter outside. If it’s a suggestion you’ve seen on this or any other website before, we’ve tried it. Posts on Facebook, pawboost, Nextdoor, ring neighbors, citizens app. At least 100 signs on utility poles on intersections in the area. We’ve also tried knocking door to door but even if everyone let us search their backyards that’s about 150ish yards in a .5 mile radius from her last seen location.
I’m starting to think one of two things happened:
1.) she climbed into that car she was hiding in and was killed by it 2.) she was injured during her fall and went away to die from those injuries
I want to keep searching but I’m so exhausted. I’ve come across almost a dozen strays or outdoor cats, none of them mine. We’ve had a few texts and calls but they all ended up being different cats or they weren’t able to get a picture so it’s a toss-up if our cat is even out there or alive.
It’s gotten to the point where my partner has told me they’re as worried about me as they are our cat at this point but I’m so scared to give up. I just wanna know what happened. Should I just accept that she’s likely met one of the above fates and start grieving?
TL;DR: I’ve been walking my neighborhood for hours in the dead of night (usually three hour chunks between 10pm-7am, though tonight I’m trying to walk around from 8pm-4am) for two weeks looking for my lost cat. Is it time to give up?

For the last year I’ve been noticing clothes that I don’t wear end up in the laundry basket and on the floor of my closet but didn’t rlly think much of it and if e always had my suspicions abt my brother (14) trying them on but recently they were confirmed. I went into his google photos so i could change the account to my dads for baby pictures but before i switched accounts, the preview of the most recent video started playing. At first i was freaking out cus I thought it was a video of me in the bathroom but i realized it was my brother wearing my top and my moms pants. The video was about 10 minutes of him trying on mine and my mom’s clothes while he had his face covered with his shirt like a mask with only his eyes and hair showing. He was also wearing my mom’s bra stuffed with socks. I didn’t plan on doing anything about it until my cousins talked to me about how they noticed clothes they don’t wear ending up in the laundry after we visit. The consensus is that we all support him (her?) regardless of what’s going on but my mom and my aunt are getting suspicious and if they find out it won’t be very good for him. I already know he’s not gay (I’ve seen his search history 💀💀) so my thoughts are he might be trans?? Or he’s just bored idk but this has been going on for some time now. Genuinely I have no idea what to do or how to go about this please help.
TLDR; my 14 yo brother crossdresses “in secret” and my mom and aunt are starting to catch on. Do I talk to him??

Ok…this is a lot. I was diagnosed with stage 2a breast cancer in December, right before Christmas. In mid Jan, I started AC/T chemo…8 rounds total. I completed my last round of chemo on April 29th. Prior to chemo, I swore I was told chemo, radiation THEN surgery. My oncologist even said this in that order. It is written on my FMLA paperwork in that order. My appt with breast specialist that diagnosed me was May 6th. This is when I found out chemo, surgery then radiation. If that was the case, why didn’t we plan for surgery before my last round of chemo? She says that they don’t want to wait longer than 6-8 weeks since my last chemo to do surgery because of the “cancer might grow”. Plan is to do double mastectomy, non-nipple sparing with immediate reconstruction. She gave me a referral to a baby doc that, get this, specializes in hand surgery…I gave him a shot today for a consult appt and I did not feel good about it. He didn’t have pictures of his work, he did not go into detail about the implants, etc…Nothing in the office said plastic/breast surgeon…just all ortho/hand and of course, his schedule is wide open. I am pissed bc the plastic surgeons I did want are now booked out until July/Aug/Sept so now I feel rushed/pressured to settle. I have a consult appt with my ideal plastic surgeon hoping he can squeeze me in or he has a cancellation. I am so pissed because why didn’t we plan surgery before the end of chemo if I had a specific window? Is that on me? Am I being unreasonable? Is this a common situation? Can I wait until July? I was fine for the last couple of months during chemo but now I feel like I am spiraling again because of this surgery.
**pathology from the left breast shows Invasive mammary CA with micropapillary features and high grade DCIS. ER 100% PR 15% HER 2 neg and Ki67- 60%

I remember in that 7.04, when they both were talking about their fears, Carina mentioned her fear was not being able to adopt Liam and Maya said hers was dying on the job and leaving Carina alone with Liam. This episode, Carina’s fear came true, the bio dad back in the picture and they went into doubt if they get to keep Liam but were okay in the end. I guess their convo in 7.04 was foreshadowing. I wonder if Maya’s fear will be covered in the next two episodes? Will she go through any near death experience that will scare her and Carina helping her through it? Maybe I’m just having so many expectations ahaha. I just think that it will create lots of drama and the edge of the seat kinda of experience now that they have Liam and another baby on the way, like the stakes are more higher now, it would also pull in more views

We decided to get our sweet 2 year old girl a friend. We adopted Brandy when she was 1 and a few months and she has been an only cat for 8 months now. She was found on the streets, and when we adopted her she had a huge wound that was stithed across her head. Shelter said she was good with other cats. Based on her personality, vet suggested she may like a friend. We got our adorable 8 week old baby kitty, Pinot, 11 days ago. We planned to do all the things that are recommend - keep them separated, scent swap, etc. But we got overly excited and as soon as we walked in the door we put the kittens carrier down. There was 0 hissing or swatting - Brandy just smelled her for about 3 minutes (I included 1 min video of their interaction). After that we separated and did the slow interdiction process. Brandy would hiss at the door here and there, and then she would hiss at us when we’d go to pet her after snuggling the kitty. This lasted about 2 days then Brandy was normal with us. Even though we knew this would happen, It broke our hearts because our Brandy is the sweetest girl ever and we had never even heard her hiss before.
We kept the slow intro process going. Kitten did escape twice in those first 5 days. One time Brandy was right by the door. The kitten ran under the table, and Brandy ran at her, stopped a few inches away, hissed and ran away. The second time she escaped Brandy just was watching her intensely, looking like was hunting her, and hissed a few times from a distance, but never pounced. Then we had the mesh, and the hissing pretty much a stopped. Brandy would hiss very rarely, but she was hanging out by the mesh constantly. The new kitten has never hissed at Brandy, and just wants to be her friend so badly.
After 3 days of the mesh, We started to let them in the same room supervised, and Brandy seemed pretty relaxed. While kitty was wandering around, she’d watch her for a few seconds, then turn away and stare out the window. We have kept doing this short 20-30 minute supervision in the same room. Brandy even went to sleep while the kitten was out wandering around. Is this a good sign?
She does not hiss at all unless the cat gets up really close to her face. They can both be close to eachother laying or sitting with no issues, but this doesn’t last long because the kitten is constantly trying to interact with Brandy. Thing is, the kitten will pounce at her, try to play with her tail, and get really close to her face. 7/10 times Brandy just looks unphased and ignores. But then sometimes she will hiss and swat at the kitten, no claws are out.
They have never tried to attack eachother, aside from some swatting back and forth but nothing close to biting. Yesterday, the kitten fully jumped on brandys back while she was laying in the window bed, and Brandy let it be for about 10 seconds before hissing and doing a little swat, but still nothing close to an attack. Is this a good sign, do you think there’s a chance they’ll be friends. First video is day 1 right when we brought kitty home. It will only Let me attach one video, so I’ll attach the one from day, day 11. Any advice/reassurance would be greatly appreciated!
PLEASE ignore my obnoxious kitty voice😂😂

I don't know what I'm doing wrong or how to be better at it...
As a hobby for some extra cash I make custom baby mobiles. They're intricate, large, and take me about 2 weeks working around a full time job and family. They're gorgeous and the first time I posted them on Facebook in a group I got SO much attention and got two orders! after that, every other post I've made has been nothing. crickets. I don't know if it's the pictures, the writing, maybe it's just too specific of an item? idk but it's frustrating bc I thought it was doing so well and I thought people would really like it! Come to find out that I was wrong.
I've thought about posting on etsy but I'm nervous because that would kind of make it official and I don't know how to handle that lol. I also don't have a name or anything. I'm planning on setting up a booth at the local craft fair in 5mos so I will see how that goes. I'm just bummed out I guess.

I am not The OOP, OOP is u/Secure-Sun-9689
I destroyed my ex boyfriends lego sets and gave him 1 week to move out after he threw away my teddy bear
Originally posted to TwoHotTakes
Thanks to u/queenlegolas for suggesting this BoRU
TRIGGER WARNING: destruction of property, emotional abuse and manipulation, gaslighting
MOOD SPOILER: OOP found and chose the bear
Original Post May 8, 2024
I Just need to vent
I 24F have been living with my 25M now ex boyfriend for about 8 months now. I have a teddy bear that my grandmother gave to me when I was younger. It has no monetary alum but the sentimental value is more important. When I was 8 she gave it to my while she was struggling with cancer. It was stage 4 and spread quickly and there was nothing they could do. She gave me a teddy bear and told me to take care of it and I could talk to the teddy bear whenever I missed her. She got one of those talking mics put in it and it would say “I hope you’re feeling loved today because I love you more than all the stars in the sky and all the fish in the sea and you mean the world to me” she would say that all time when I would spend the night.
He knows how much it means to me. I told him. He’s seen me hugging the bear and sitting outside to talk to my grandma when I was sad or Just needed to vent without Judgement or even a response. 2 days ago he decided that it was “raggedy” and “not appealing to look at” I can admit, bear bear has been through it. I carried it around with me everywhere for 2 years. He would go in my book bag when I went to school, went to dance class with me, he even went out of town when I had cheer meets when I got into high school. My cousin pulled out one of his eyes when I was 10 and he’s missing an arm when my brother got mad at me and cut it off. It was sewn back on and then ripped off again. You get it. But he was mine.
I found a button that was exactly like his from some bear at a Good Will and was going to sew it in his eye. I went to my room (we have separate bedrooms, I can decorate my space how I want and have my work space and the same for him but we always sleep together, I Just never had my own room and have only been living alone for 2 years so I want to keep that for a while) I went in there to do it and he wasn’t on my bed. I went scouring for him for hours and he watched me. I started to cry because that was the last thing she gave me and she made special for me. He finally told me he threw it away because it was disgusting and he hated coming in my room and seeing it. I got so mad and I felt so betrayed.
He likes to spend time on legos and building them. He’s built the Eiffel Tower, the Harry Potter tower, a cherry blossom tree, and dozens of other. I went to his room and I destroyed them all. I threw the pieces around the room and out the window and in the garbage. He came in screaming at me and saying how dare I touch his things he bought with his money and he spent hours on it. I told him he can gtfo and spend hours rebuilding it some place else because I’m done with him. He started telling me I was overreacting and whatever else. I forget a lot of the argument because I was pissed. I told him he had 1 week to get his things out and move out but he wasn’t staying here while it happened. He started telling me that I couldn’t do that and he paid bills. I told him I really don’t give a shit and to get out or I’d call the police.
We have mutual friends and he’s told them a completely different story because 2 have texted me asking “how could I do that to him” and I really don’t care to clear it up. In the moment I didn’t feel bad but now I kind of do because that’s his hobby but I was so hurt and betrayed by what he did. He’s even called me a few times saying he’ll get me another and we can work on things and don’t throw away 3 years over a mistake but I am completely disgusted by him.
RELEVANT COMMENTS
myoldisnew

Unforgivable that he threw your bear out. Not being sarcastic. It shows he had no empathy or compassion at all. Be glad you see that now.
You broke his prize legos? Not your proudest moment, but an eye for an eye.

OOP

After I calmed down I did feel really bad. I did go pick out all the Lego pieces… I know it won’t make up for it and I’m not trying to really but I do feel like I could have been calmer in this situation

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AHC444

Could you possibly track it down?? Does he know where he threw it

OOP

He said in the dumpster but I live in an apartment with dozens of other tenants… it’s been 2 days and garbage day is on Friday so I could go in there and look for it… but that’s 3 days worth of trash so

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OOP adds why the bear is important and why she is super pissed at the EX

No… he threw away something he knew was important to me and was the only thing I had left of my grandmother because he didn’t like it.. watched me scour the house for it knowing he threw it away… then lied to mutual friends about what he did… that’s not someone I want to be in a relationship with.

OOP Updated May 9, 2024. Same Post
UPDATE: I want to say thank you to all the people who told me not to give up on finding my bear because I went out in that dumpster for 3 hours with my sister, my best friend, and even a neighbor came down to help when I told him what happened. And I fucking found it. I am so relieved and beyond happy. Also I love all the men calling me crazy and he dodged a bullet and I committed a crime and he should call the police/take me to court as if he didn’t go into my personal space and throw away MY property because he didn’t like MY PROPERTY IN MY PERSONAL SPACE. He’s lucky that’s all I did and I didn’t sue him for it. Men are telling me I committed a crime… as if he didn’t… that I’m crazy for destroying his things… but he isn’t… that I’m immature for being upset that he threw the last thing I have of my grandmother out… but he can buy replicas of the same Harry Potter LEGO set until the day he dies if he wants to but I’m the worst person to ever walk this planet. It’s insane.
Anyway, I found it, he’s air drying, I’m going to sew the button in over the weekend, my dad and brother will be here while he comes to get his stuff and that’s that. I’m free of someone who doesn’t respect my space or how I feel. Oh and I didn’t come here to ask if I was an AH. I don’t care if I was lol. Now that I found my bear I really don’t care and can’t wait to have my apartment to myself again. Oh one more thing I did tell our mutual friends what he did, I took a picture of all of us digging through the trash to find my bear, I took a picture of the bear and the state he was in after I found him and told them “thank you for taking his side and not even trying to figure out the full situation. He threw away my property so I took away his hobby” I also sent the texts of him begging me to take him back and admitted what he did. How he watched me cry for hours while I looked for it knowing he threw it out. He watched me be distressed and didn’t care. Those friends have texted me saying he said I cheated on him and when he didn’t take me back I went “crazy”
FINAL COMMENTS
chivasgoyo

I wish we could see the bear. I bet it's super cute. I like old things.

OOP

When he dries off I will DM you a picture. He really doesn’t even look bad so why he threw him out because he was “raggedy” is crazy. He’s not in the best condition… but he’s a cutie lol

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doddballer

42 year old male.. I still have a teddy bear my mother gave me when I was a baby. If anyone threw it away, I might consider murder. You dodged the bullet.

OOP

Maybe if all the men see you saying it they’ll stop calling me crazy lmao. I don’t care if they do, it Just goes to show no one cared that he threw something away that was important to me but my reaction was too much. I could have done worse.

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Hey all,
I’ve recently been trying to find a fanfic I read a few years ago. The only thing I remember is - Emily and Hotch were the godparents of JJ and Wills child/ren (don’t remember if two kids were in the picture at this point) - JJ and will pass away in a car accident (?) I think - Emily and Hotch move into JJ and will’s house to raise their baby - they originally had a relationship but they didn’t at the time of JJ and will’s death and we’re navigating this - jack does exist in this fanfic too
Does anyone know what fanfic this is?

I may get criticized for this, but please take it easy on me if you decide to. I already feel so much guilt, pain, headache over this. I’m at a breaking point.
I love my husband so much. Such a good guy, such a good dad, such a good friend. But, when I got with him I never knew it would be THIS hard. I married into a blended family. I now have one five month old with him. He has a five year old from a previous relationship.
His mother is a nightmare. His ex is a nightmare. The kid acts just like her mom, but can be sweet. His whole family is a nightmare. My poor baby isn’t the favorite. There should be NO favorites. But the five year old is the families favorite. I hate watching the favoritism. I hate dealing with baby mama drama. I hate his backwards ass family.
I just wish it could be me, him, and our baby. I messed up. I want to leave him and it just be me and my child. But I do love the man. I don’t hate the kid, but I don’t exactly like her. I don’t like when she’s here. And I know it’s some stuff I’m dealing with internally and it isn’t fair. I just need to vent. I’m not a bad person. I just don’t know what to do. I mostly resent her, even tho it’s not her fault, because of what her mom does, because she gets picked over my baby, because she gets acknowledged and my innocent five month old baby doesn’t, people fight over the five year old, not my baby. I’m so heartbroken. And tired. I never imagined or pictured any of this. I just needed to vent. Please don’t judge me too harshly

(looong post)
Like the title says, I was creating a list of baby names to potentially give to my future child when the time comes. I don't have a baby on the way and am in no way ready to settle down just yet, it was just a way to pass the time I guess.
But despite that, whenever I came up with a particularly stunning, meaningful and unique name, I was taken aback by the realization that every time I imagined my future child moving through life with their name, my mind instantly came up with an image of them *posting on social media* about how beautiful their name was and how cool it was of their parents to name them something that unique.
When I tell you, the despair I felt. This is probably the most embarrassing thing I've ever admitted and make fun of me all you want, but I feel like it has to be talked about. I cannot be the only person who thinks that way subconsciously.
Social media, especially tiktok, has also started to really suck all creativity & originality out of me. Five or six years ago, I wasn't a particularly talented poet or anything, but I did alright writing what I was interested in and using my own vocabulary to get concepts across. These days, it feels as if I, along with many other young artists (some even published authors or professional musicians) write with the looming presence of tiktok or other social media above our heads.
We don't think about the craftsmanship of the finished product when writing, we think about people posting rave reviews about it online. We don't write lyrics or dialogue that are organic to us, we write with microtrends, tropes, and target audiences in mind.
I think one of the most eye opening critiques of a poetry collection by a new author (with a prominent aesthetic social media presence) I've read went as follows: The author paints glamorous pictures of hedonism, moral ambiguity and suffering contained within a gorgeously illustrated album, but despite all the self indulgence and exploration of her own personality and trauma (which isn't a bad thing to write about per se) fails to evoke any other depth or emotion than those one might experience while scrolling through an endless “dark academia” themed Pinterest board.
I think that explains it pretty well. I haven't gotten around to truly giving up the internet just yet, but I pray that I'll find the determination as soon as possible because I really don't want to think like that anymore.
TL;DR Social media genuinely messes with the way your brain works and it's absolutely sad how much meaning everything loses

Done. I’m just done.
I may get criticized for this, but please take it easy on me if you decide to. I already feel so much guilt, pain, headache over this. I’m at a breaking point.
I love my husband so much. Such a good guy, such a good dad, such a good friend. But, when I got with him I never knew it would be THIS hard. I married into a blended family. I now have one five month old with him. He has a five year old from a previous relationship.
His mother is a nightmare. His ex is a nightmare. The kid acts just like her mom, but can be sweet. His whole family is a nightmare. My poor baby isn’t the favorite. There should be NO favorites. But the five year old is the families favorite. I hate watching the favoritism. I hate dealing with baby mama drama. I hate his backwards ass family.
I just wish it could be me, him, and our baby. I messed up. I want to leave him and it just be me and my child. But I do love the man. I don’t hate the kid, but I don’t exactly like her. I don’t like when she’s here. And I know it’s some stuff I’m dealing with internally and it isn’t fair. I just need to vent. I’m not a bad person. I just don’t know what to do. I mostly resent her, even tho it’s not her fault, because of what her mom does, because she gets picked over my baby, because she gets acknowledged and my innocent five month old baby doesn’t, people fight over the five year old, not my baby. I’m so heartbroken. And tired. I never imagined or pictured any of this. I just needed to vent. Please don’t judge me too harshly

Hi all. Content warning is just due to the nature of sexual discourse. (23f)
I have been dating my incredible girlfriend for almost 2 years now. I am so in love with her. We are each other’s first lady love. So we lost our gay virginities together. We went 0 to 100 and used the strap for the first few times we had sex.
But here is the issue, we haven’t been REALLY intimate in a very long time. As in- over a year. We both want to have sex and have communicated so much about this, but there is some barrier that prevents us each from initiating/ being initiated. We kiss and cuddle, but we don’t have sex. We just don’t. It isn’t something we ever do.
For example I love sexting, but I literally don’t know what to say to her. I have only been with men prior to my relationship with her, so I truly have no basis to start upon. Luckily I live with several lesbians, but its embarrassing to admit that we aren’t fucking!
I think that the super long pause between us being sexual has put a toll on our intimacy. Almost like we have been climbing to the summit of a cliff and now, if we want to have sex, we have to just leap off. That’s scary! When we were talking about this the other morning, she told me she feels like we are just friends. That one was rough. But i get it, i feel the same way! It just sucks and it is so confusing and frustrating, especially because i do truly believe that I am in love with her. I picture our future together and I know she does too.
Another thing is that when I wear a strap i feel like im doing sex work again. The times i have worn a strap I was pegging old surgeon and lawyer men. I hate the disconnect I feel when i wear it.
We have discussed this a lot, but nothing ever seems to happen. Ugh. Any suggestions? Anyone relate? I just need some gay guidance right now :( I feel like our relationship will only get more confusing if we don’t figure this out. Her therapist suggested we use a candle to nonverbally show if one of us wants to have sex. But even if i can express that I do- how the fuck do i do it? (We don’t live together. 1-2 sleepovers per week)
******TL;DR- I am a baby gay, I haven’t had sex with my gf in over a year (also a baby gay). I don’t know how to start over, or start having sex again in an intimate and meaningful way.

I may get criticized for this, but please take it easy on me if you decide to. I already feel so much guilt, pain, headache over this. I’m at a breaking point.
I love my husband so much. Such a good guy, such a good dad, such a good friend. But, when I got with him I never knew it would be THIS hard. I married into a blended family. I now have one five month old with him. He has a five year old from a previous relationship.
His mother is a nightmare. His ex is a nightmare. The kid acts just like her mom, but can be sweet. His whole family is a nightmare. My poor baby isn’t the favorite. There should be NO favorites. But the five year old is the families favorite. I hate watching the favoritism. I hate dealing with baby mama drama. I hate his backwards ass family.
I just wish it could be me, him, and our baby. I messed up. I want to leave him and it just be me and my child. But I do love the man. I don’t hate the kid, but I don’t exactly like her. I don’t like when she’s here. And I know it’s some stuff I’m dealing with internally and it isn’t fair. I just need to vent. I’m not a bad person. I just don’t know what to do. I mostly resent her, even tho it’s not her fault, because of what her mom does, because she gets picked over my baby, because she gets acknowledged and my innocent five month old baby doesn’t, people fight over the five year old, not my baby. I’m so heartbroken. And tired. I never imagined or pictured any of this. I just needed to vent. Please don’t judge me too harshly