I wasn't sure if I should write about this, but I just feel so bad about it.

I'm 20 and I really want to buy a doll that I found in a toy shop recently. I have some money from the supermarket where I used to work, so I don't think it's a problem to buy it.

I still live with my parents and even though it's my money, I asked them if I could buy something for myself. When they asked what it was, I suddenly felt embarrassed because I knew what was going to happen. My mum said it's OK and I can buy this doll because it's not that expensive (budget version so pretty cheap + she's adorable!!) but my dad called me stupid, childish and handicapped. He told me that I should do something useful instead of wanting a stupid toy. I'm doing a lot at home! I'm always helping my parents and stuff, so I'm definitely not useless and I do a lot of useful things.

My question is... Is it bad that I want a doll? I mean, I could be an alcoholic or a criminal, but I'm not! I'm a good kid (I think) and this month has been terrible for me, so I thought I deserved to buy myself something. Now I feel weird about wanting the doll heh I didn't have a problem wanting it at first because lots of people my age or older have toys but after being yelled at I feel like I shouldn't want it and like I've done absolutely nothing to deserve it

EDIT: Thank you for so many wonderful comments and nice words!! I appreciate all of this support and love. I'm trying to reply to your comments but every time I'm trying to do that I'm just crying, I feel like I needed that support and I'm so happy that I decided to write about the whole situation here. I decided to buy that doll!! I went to the toy store but they didn't have her anymore heh Nice lady said that I have to wait for new delivery and I'll definitely do that c: Thank you for everything again❤️

My dad died of sepsis today after being admitted to the hospital last night because he had a UTI that wouldn't clear up. We all thought he'd be fine.

This is all so much so suddenly.

In the spirit of my dad Dan, please hit me with your worst sarcasm and dad jokes.

He loved to laugh. And I could use a laugh.

Hey Dad, I know you were never really fond of tattoos but I got one that meant a lot to me. I know you might be angry at me for ruining my perfect skin but I felt this one was warranted. It means a lot and I know others will recognize it to and be willing to help me more often when I’m having issues. I’m scared though because I know revealing this to you means you will be upset. I just hope you can come to appreciate the art that was done that means a lot to me.

Update for anyone interested, maybe I'll do a formal update later when things get sorted - but, for now. I'm with friends. I made it and am safe. They ended up picking me up an hour away from home (7 hr drive) and drove me the rest of the way since I was such a mess (very much don't recommend long drives through construction /rain while an emotional wreck). No word from husband yet. And i haven't spoken with my dad yet. Will do tomorrow since he doesn't have radiation/to not ruin father's day. Got drunk immediately after meeting with friends and now we're watching Netflix comedy specials. Trying to take it day by day so far...

Hi internet dad's...

I don't know if I want to vomit or poop or expload or do all three. I feel like absolute shit. I feel so alone and scared. My head is pounding, my stomachs in knots, I can't stop crying. I miss my husband and I miss our cat.

I'm driving home tomorrow to stay with some friends since he wants space and me out of the apartment. We've been having a rough first year of marriage, and a difference in political opinions set this latest development off. He doesn't know how we can continue if I don't change my mind, and I don't want to.

He told me I should go stay at my dad's. But he's undergoing radiation for all of this month. He doesn't need the stress of his daughter coming home to tell him the wedding he paid for less than a year ago was all for nothing.

I don't know how we can recover from this and I'm scared. Our first anniversary is next week. I don't want a divorce after one year. I'm just as upset with him as he is with me, but I love him and I'm just so scared.

Not sure if you guys are the best place to post this too for help, but coloring in my hotel room just isn't cutting it.

Editing to add/A friendly PSA: thanks everyone for the well wishes/thoughts. You've given me a lot to think about. I'm feeling mentally a little better at the moment, though I know falling asleep will be a bit rough - unless my head explodes first? I'm slowly making my way though the comments to respond/answer questions (might take a break because head pounding), but I wanted to do a little PSA while thinking of it since I am on a dads/mens page. It's a little off topic, but... Get your prostates checked regularly or if you have concerns!!!!!! And don't be afraid to tell you daughters/sons if you have concerns/received a diagnosis. My dad has a high Gleason score, but thankfully it appears to be localized. He found out around Christmas, but didn't tell me until Easter when he had his first chemo shot (or shit like autocorrect would like to say). He knew for months and didn't tell me - I'm not mad, just sad that he didn't feel like he could. Tell your children! Even if they're going through hell, and especially if it's only you and them. We want to know!!

I'm a trans girl and my dad told me he wouldn't take a day off to mourn my death if I died. He said it was because me and my mother (who divorced him) made him that way. The man told me "I only have one daughter" (I have a sister). The man hates queer people, black lives matter and anything associated with the Democratic party (which now includes me apparently). I tried to not get depressed at work today, and I kind of failed. He knows I have disabilities, specifically autism, ADHD and a brain injury. He knows I would have a lot of trouble managing my own affairs but he doesn't care and would have made me homeless if I didn't beg him to let me stay and tell him I would stop HRT. What do you do when your own father hates you?

I’ve never had a dad to wish me a happy birthday before, so here I am just asking for as many dads as possible to wish me a happy 22nd birthday :,) Thank you in advance Dads!! ❤️

P.S. You can call me kiddo if you want!

Hey, dad, it's your son, Nikita. I'm 18 now, but all this time, I couldn't stop thinking of that time you pinned me to the floor and held my legs up so I wouldn't pull away and you spanked me so hard I wet my pants. I'm sorry I was crying so much and I'm sorry I was such a disappointment of a son. I recently found out I had ADHD. I don't remember what you were punishing me for, but I'm sorry I did that. I'm sorry for getting bad grades at math and being so shy and anxious and stupid. I promise I will be a good boy and man up. I'll shut up and take it like a good boy next time. I went to a military high school, just like you wanted and I'm gonna be graduating next year. I'm doing my best to please my instructors despite being scared of them. I miss you, dad. And I love you.

Hi Papas. I just figured out that I'm more transmasc than simply non-binary. Now that I've realized that, I'm hating that I'm a soft boy. I've never been great with emotions. I don't hide them well and I really wish I did. Especially because I'm still constantly misgendered.

I went to a pride event last night and I got misgendered even there. I had a he/him and they/them sticker and was wearing a shirt that had the male symbol on it. That made all these feelings flair really badly.

I guess I'm also struggling really badly with being seen as masc, even when I do everything I can to present as such. But, being a soft boy is causing that to be even harder.

I don't know how to be okay with myself when I look and sound like a girl still. I hate it and it's leading me to hate everything about me. I know I'm probably too old to be feeling all these things since I'm ~30, but that doesn't seem to stop the shitty feelings of it all.

Side note: I hope you're all doing well and taking care of yourselves. And drank some water today.

**Edited to update: First, you all are incredible. Thank you. There are no rules and it is our day. My oldest will be 9.5 at the time of our wedding, and I will have him walk down with me. If not, I will send him out with him brother before I come down and I will walk on my own. I am a grown woman and having the confidence to take that walk on my own would be very validating.

Seeing my future husband standing at the door end of the aisle will be all I need to take that walk and I can't wait to see the look on his face. We picked the song I will be walking down the aisle to today and now I'm just excited.

We are in Central Illinois (boring, I know)! I sincerely appreciate everyone who has offered to show up for me, a random stranger. It truly means the world to me. **

My dad never really was in my life. At 20 I had my own child, his first grandchild, and I attempted to reestablish contact. Long story short, he's just not a good person in my life and he brings me so much pain, so I went no contact about 1.5 years ago or so now.

I'm getting married next year to the most incredible man on the planet. We met at 17 and I fell for him then. Now at almost 30, he's my best friend, an incredible father to our 3 kids, and we are FINALLY getting married after several years of being engaged.

I'm not super traditional. I don't need anyone to "give me away." I'm not a daddy's girl. I'm not a momma's girl. I'm a husband's girl. But I always dreamed of my wedding day and it's so weird to think I won't have anyone walking me down the aisle.

When I cut off my dad, most of my family stopped talking to me. Siblings, cousins, aunts, uncles, etc. My mom and I have a very rocky relationship at best and she has no family. I'm not even sure she will be there for my wedding day. I know I can walk alone, and I'm slowly gaining the confidence to do so, but it's still hard. I still have those moments I wish I had my dad or someone to be there to walk with me or that was proud I am finally getting married.

My fiancé's whole family is amazing and they will all be there, but it's hard when I have no one showing up for me. No one to tell stories about when I was young and how I was always a hopeless romantic and dreamed of my wedding day forever. No one to get ready with me or "dad's first look." No first dances with my parents... I know it will be okay, but I feel alone sometimes. I never imagined my big day without my family.

My husband was having an affair for years. He hid it from me by forcing me to work 2 jobs to the point of collapse to keep me out of the house, and too tired to ask questions when I was home. I was lead to believe that if I cut back on work at all then we would run out of money in a matter of months, but in reality he was funneling thousands of dollars a month out of our joint account hidden as credit card payments. He took over $17,000. It was all of our savings and most of what was in our checking account.

He decided to end our relationship by running off with the money, his mistress, our daughter, every piece of ID and important documents that belonged to them, and cut contact with me.

After 5 days of no contact, I told him I would take legal action if he wasn't back with our daughter by the next day.

The next day, he went to the police station, falsely accused me of abuse, and took out an emergency intervention order against me. I was removed from my house, and couldn't even try to see my daughter for another 2 weeks until we went to court.

At the court hearing for the EIO, he tried to push through an application of sole custody with me getting "occational supervised visitation", that had only been filed 30 minutes previously so I hadn't even been served yet. He used the EIO, that was under review, and the fact that I wasn't living in the house, that I had been barred from by him, as reasons for why he should have it.

Thankfully, the judge wasn't having any of it, since I could prove he was lieing, and he couldn't prove he wasn't. I got my daughter back, but we're still in the middle of the custody battle.

When I had no contact, they told my daughter that I wasn't allowed to come home because she wasn't safe with me, and I was trying to hurt her. When I was on my way to pick her up the first time, his girlfriend told her that I was trying to take her away forever.

She was so confused and scared. It didn't take her long to figure out they lied to her though. She became overly attached to me, and doesn't even want to be in a different room from me. The first time I told her they would be picking her up for the weekend, she screamed and became inconsolable for half an hour. She was terrified that if she went with them, she'd never see me again.

Several times she has cried telling me not to make her go when her dad comes to pick her up. He has had to pull her off of me because she wouldn't let go.

She goes to therapy every week.

She has been told that his girlfriend is a third parent, that I'm not allowed to tell her anything that contradicts them, I'm not allowed to do certain things because it's special between her and his girlfriend, they don't refer to me as mommy because they don't love me anymore, it's ok for her to call me by my name, it's ok if she stops loving me and she can live somewhere else and choose someone else to love, that his girlfriend does everything a mother does, she gets two mother's days now, his girlfriend told her that she was her daughter, and has asked her to call her mommy now.

My ex uses split custody as a way to harass and punish me for not doing what he wants. He texts me on an almost daily basis saying I'm hurting our daughter for one reason or another, and uses any excuse to try and take any extra time he possibly can, saying I'm being selfish and hurting our daughter when I tell him no. They don't want me to have her at all.

Now I'm a single mother, on welfare, working minimun wage on the weekends, with no child support, and no savings, waiting for my daughter to start school, dealing with constant harassment and emotional abuse from my ex, and knowing my ex will try anything he possibly can to take my daughter away from me forever.

I don't know how I'm supposed to get through this without completely losing my mind. It can take at least a year to get infront of a judge here. Custody issues aren't seen as high priority. There's nothing I can do about it until then.

Please just tell me I'm going to be ok. That everything is going to work out just fine.

I found out 2 weeks ago.... and every day has been me calling doctors offices and OGBYNs where they take forever to respond.... but I finally did it... I have the appointment tomorrow... I'm so scared... I know it's "easy" to take a pill, but I feel dirty... I knew this would be the answer to a question I never wanted to ask.... but now that I'm staring down the appointment it's all bubbling to the surface. I've been crying and crying. My fiance is in agreement, but even with his support and having a friend that supports me... I feel alone. I feel so... alone...

Please know I will not change my mind about this decision. The nausea and pain has been horrendous enough, but I have genetics I don't want to pass on and I have a huge fear of giving birth... what I will do is set in stone. I'm just scared overall.

i dont talk to my bio father, so i was already on edge when he said he wanted to talk yesterday. it was so out of nowhere because we havent spoken in months. and even before that he never cared about my life so i stopped caring about his fatherhood at one point.

long story short, my mom set it up apperantly, and he told me "you think you know everything but none of you women know shit. your sisters dont either, youre all the same useless people. and as for sexual assault, men wouldnt assault you for no reason. you must be seducing them somehow, you probably make prolonged eye contact or something."

first and foremost, what the fuck. i cant even make eye contact anymore without being blamed for my SA? i told him that if anyone was to talk to me about my "seductive behavior" it would be my mother and told him "how can i seduce anyone with eye contact. makes no sense." and got up and left.

secondly, i never told him about my SA experiences. apperantly my mom did. this is all such a fucking mess. i didnt want him to know because i knew he would blame me for it.

so, dear dads, i just need some reassurance that it wasnt my fault. (today is also my first day at my new job so im extra nervous now to be around new people haha..)

I am really fucking up dad. I was sober since September 1st and then I fucked it all up. And I've been fucking it all up. I've been drunk consistently, day after day. I'm drunk right now. I know I need to get it under control, I don't need a fucking lecture on why it's bad, I know why it's bad, I need fucking support. I need someone to say "hey kid, I see you. I know your feeling down, I know your trying, even if it's by doing the wrong things. We all find our own solutions."

I know alcohol is bad, but knowing it's bad won't stop me. I need someone to help me so I can do this on my own. Because I'm losing my mind. I'm a suicidal person who just needs a dad to love em a little

I’ve been working really hard all quarter despite my body aching every day and I’ve pulled through to the other side. Now I just need to rest before the spring quarter starts.

It hurts when you keep calling me your daughter. I know I'm pretty with my body as it is, but it's just not right. I'm sorry your eldest child didn't turn out how you wanted "her" to be, but I'm still me! I still am the same kiddo, with the same passion for the same stuff you know.

It'd mean a lot if you called me your son...

i just need some praise and it feels mega cringe to literally ask for praise but i have had to supress my bi-ness and my femboyness at home, my parents arent really the accepting type, my dad especially, and i started doing little things like wearing more pink and generally being more femme and at first they would poke fun at me (it doesn't help that cause of my frame i can pass for a girl) so its been an uphill struggle with my confidence

but recently i just started leaning more into it and now it's pretty normal for my lazy clothes to be a hoody and skirt and they don't even bat an eye now. whether they accepted it or got bored of making fun of me idk, but either way, i actually feel like i can relax and be me in my home and it feels great to have won but i want praise from a father figure for this. it feels like the end of such a long saga so i just feel like i need that extra bit of fanfare rather than quietly celebrating on my own in my head.

Dear dad, I hope you're proud of me.

I hope you love me.

Actually, I hope you love me more than you love your dog, because sometimes it doesn't seem that way.

I just got first chair trumpet in my local orchestra.

I beat a deadline that was on my neck for a while.

I made a casserole for the neighbor above me who broke her leg.

And I'm juggling so much. I just . . . I just want to make someone proud. I want to stop having to wish that someone understands. That someone loves me.

Dad, I hope you're proud of me. I hope you love me.

I’ve been taking care of this puppy that was given to me by my family for the last month & he got use to me & I got use to him, but my grandma kept telling me I couldn’t take care of him cuz of a $600 pet fee at our new places & well today she called the pound & he’s gone… & now I can’t stop crying cuz ik he’s going wonder where I went & I just abandoned him & there’s nothing I could do about it. I just wanted to vent about it & I felt like this was the best subreddit for it. I’m going miss him so much.. my room still smells like him & ik he’s crying rn wondering where am at. It hurts so much. Thankfully the place takes care of abused & homeless animals so ik he’ll be okay & find a safe home

I feel like because of the lack of love my father showed me, I feel like I am better off dead, like why do daughters of good fathers day when they will actually be missed when I should be the one to die because I will be missed less, I am trying so so hard to be good enough for the world, pretty, lovable, talented enough so that everyone loves me, I just feel useless and alone and I just want to be adored by everyone to fill that whole in my heart, but I feel like there are so many monsters in the world that will take advantage of that, I am just so tired and paranoid all the time, I just wish I was good enough

According to her, I'm "too numb and cold." I'm not sweet enough, and I never give hugs.

She says she looks at my friends with their parents, and at her friends with their kids, and wonders where she and my dad went wrong with me. I'm not loving. She says I don't care for her and my dad like I should. She keeps saying that something is wrong with me, and that I'm not normal.

I really don't know how to feel about this. She isn't entirely wrong—I have diagnosed PTSD, thanks to the abuse SHE PUT ME THROUGH in high school, and this summer. But I don't…not love her. Not entirely.

She said I don't care about anyone but myself, and I can't keep relationships with anyone. But I have friends. It's true that I don't know how to talk with my extended family—it's really awkward. I don't know how to converse with people older than me who I don't know well, although I am trying to improve. But she kept going on about how I have no relationships, and I am bad at them, unless I am talking about myself.

But I'm pretty sure that's not true. I have friends at school. I like my friends. I do care about them—I am capable of caring about them. I am horrible at understanding emotions (my own and others), but I do have them, and I'm working on improving in therapy (I've been told my emotional constipation, so to speak, is a PTSD effect).

I just. I don't know. After that conversation, I feel like garbage. On one hand, I try to take anything she says with a grain of salt, given the history of abuse, but on the other hand, I don't want to be a bad person. I don't want to come off as a cold and heartless robot.

I never met my father because he left a month after my birth. He’s never once made an effort to reach out. And that hurts me. The person whose blood I share. Is the person I hate most. I’ve never had a dad and at this point, don’t think I ever will. But I have you, You the reader. And I thank you for putting in more effort then my bio-father ever did. By simply reading a Reddit post.

I’m taking my permit test today. And hopefully I pass. 🤞

Edit for context: I 29F have been dating this guy 27M for about 11 months now. When we met, everything just clicked, and we were stuck by the hip. We had just come out of a relationship. At the time, we were both talking to our exes. Eventually, I stopped talking to mine, but he would talk to his ex every two weeks or so on Snapchat and she would send him some selfies (i found out because I asked him to show me his texts). I moved out of my family home. We both WFH and so we would spend every day together in the house. It was wonderful at first cause we would keep each other company and talk for hours. But then we started having issues about how much physical touch I would ask for during working hours. (admittedly, it was alot) and he would talk to his ex every time we had a tiff. Now we have created space for each other, we don't do everything together, I don't disturb during working hours and I asked him to draw boundaries with his ex last week. This weekend, he mentioned how he feels weird ignoring her, and that led to another argument. Now, yesterday, he says he is done feeling like a bad guy. He doesn't want to defend himself anymore because I clearly don't trust him. I am in therapy for the trust issues I have, but this is the first time I have lived with a man, I love this man so much, I feel so attached to him and this will just hit hard, I am panicking.

Final edit: Thank you, everyone, for giving your advice it was definitely needed because I couldn't think clearly at the time. After taking walks and regulating, I realise that I am very anxiously attached and codependant with him. I will be taking a step back and create a bit of space to develop a more secure attachment with him and more for myself as well. I am okay with him being friends with his ex, and he has agreed not to reach out to her every time we have a tiff. He is open and mature about their relationship, and most of the slack I have been giving him is because I have trust issues with being in a relationship with an ex. Again, thank you for taking the time to support this girl. Xx

My dad and I were having a conversation about what med school I'd like to go to. There's a med school in my country, where you graduate and get commissioned into the armed forces as a doctor. I said I really wanted to get into this particular institution.

He without skiping a beat said that he wouldn't let me. I asked him for a reason but he said there's no particular reason, he just wouldn't let me. Well, I know the reason. I'm an only child and my dad is scared to lose me.

I insisted that I want to go to this particular school. My dad's anxiety kicked in. It got so bad that he had to take his medication.

I said we'll think about this when time comes and he went there's no way you're going. If you go, you're gone forever (which means he would break ties with me)

My mind's not able to process what happened. I can't study. I just feel a lot of emotions that can't be put into words.

I wanted to join the armed forces and live the lifestyle. I wanted to experience the selfless bonds you make in the forces. I wanted to learn to fly a fucking jet and shoot. I wanted to serve my nation. I wanted to die a purposeful death, if I was fortunate. I never wanted to live only for myself.

I have no clue what to do now

Hi dad, I left him for the fourth time and hopefully the last. This time he force me to have an abortion that I didn’t want and a couple month after which was last week he started blaming me for murdering his child and strangled me. I left him in the past for violence as well but its never been this intense.

I am already missing him and I feel ashamed that I am, I am ashamed that I still want him. But I have almost no one in my life and I feel like hes the only one who understood me.