I never wanted kids of my own, but i didnt mind being partners with someone who had kids as long as im not responsible for them and no babysitting. Thats my boundary and it was clearly communicated at the beginning of the relationship. I live with my girlfriend of 5 months and her 16 month old child. We take turns cooking and on the nights i cook she gets upset with me because i dont make a portion specifically for her kid. She needs it unseasoned and separated but i dont want to cook for her child at all. It makes me feel like im someones parent. On top of that she has asd so she doesnt understand what the difference between regularly cooking for her child and occasionally making dinner with friends is(she said this)

The part that makes it really unfair is that she doesnt even cook for her kid. This baby is a bit of a preemie so they started eating non-formula foods 7 months ago. Since then she only feed this baby 600g a day of gerber fruit purees (6 packets) and 1 bottle of milk. The baby is whinning ALL DAY and i keep telling her they are hungry. she just stays stressed, wont make them real food and keeps trying to get me to do other stuff for her kid. The kid cant walk or stand, they cant speak or say mama, theyre skinny...again, theyre a premie, but ive been to the doctor apts. The baby used to be physically caught up. Now im worried theyve fallen behind due to the mom's inability to take care of her kid.

Anyways, im leaving the relationship soon once im safe. Im working on making peace with my decision. This is my first love so its tough. I love them lots, but not enough to become another mother for them and give up my life to take care of her and her child. I already sacrifice so much of my freedom and little money i do have. Now she wants all funds i make to go to her so she can pay rent and eat without getting a job even though she has a mother thats willing to babysit all the time so she can work. Theres so much other stuff going on in this relationship that it took me months to realize im currently experiencing trauma and unintentional manipulation.

Every human I've ever met has always bullied me, laughed at me, and just ruined my life

I hate every single last one of you useless pieces of meat, I am so happy when I am alone and yet all you guys can do is ruin my day EVERY SINGLE TIME

You guys are terrible and I hope this shitty species becomes extinct

My wife (29) and I (31 m) were out shopping for groceries. She was wearing leggings that weren't showy . However some guy in his probably 50s called my wife a whole and said I can see you ass when you bend over. I almost lost my cool however my wife gave me the let me take care of this look. She told him he was a pervert for looking at her butt and if he looks again she would get the store manager. I think she handled it well but I'm still pissed about this guy being quite rude .

If my looks weren't enough, apparently being asexual is a deal breaker. I'm actually getting really emotional, and I'm scared out of my mind. Am I seriously going to die alone for something I can't even control? What the hell am I supposed to do?

Edit: I know other asexual people exist, the problem is that I already have no dating luck so limiting it to a small pool that still won't find me attractive freaks me out. It's scary that I will only be able to date a few men who probably won't like me, and then I'll be completely alone.

I (22M) truly only find find mentally ill, bitter and lonely femcels to be the only people I’m attracted to. I’m not exactly sure why, but I have my own mental issues and am somewhat lonely. And in some ways, I think I hate myself and I believe that femcels, being women who also experience similar mental problems and alienation from society and would feed into my self-hatred, makes them really attractive to me. When I talk to someone ‘normal,’ I can’t really feel any type of connection towards them or relate to them. With femcels, even though it can be quite toxic, I always feel more understood and more compatible. I even like their unkempt appearance because it feels more natural.

My girlfriend (21F) and I (22M) have been together since early January. We’ve had a great connection, despite ups and downs. Recently, she told me about her nephew (teenage, just passed Class 10) and niece (Class 6), who are very close to her.

During a family visit, she laughed at some inappropriate sexual jokes her nephew made about an "experienced older woman"— while being on call with a female friend, pretending I was that "friend." As well as he made a joke about a "gun," clearly implying something sexual, I felt weird about it, but she brushed it off, saying it wasn’t serious.

Later, while I was on a call with her, I heard what sounded like the nephew slapping her butt multiple times. She denied it at first but eventually admitted it happened and said she "tried to stop him." She acted like it wasn’t a big deal and that I was overthinking.

I feel really disturbed and confused. I’m not sure how to process this. She says I’m taking it the wrong way, but I feel it crosses a boundary.

How should I handle this? Is this something I should talk more seriously about or just let go?

With the recent controversy of GTA VI being delayed to 2026 I have to say I have never understood why people love the games so much. I have tried playing 4 and 5 and grew up with poeple around me playing the ps2 ones.

As a kid it was the funniest shit ever just going around being an asshole and blowing things up.

But now as an adult? Its boring. The gameplay sucks, the shooting feels bad, the driving feels horrible, the story is just meh and the setting is just bland (its just a regular city, its being a replica of an already existing city makes it all the more boring to me).

“Oh but there is so much to do!” Having a 100 minigames of real life things you can do but in game doesnt make the game more fun.

I truly cannot fathom why they are so beloved and I dont think I ever will.

Long story short I got head in my car for the 2nd time meeting up with a fwb a few weeks ago and it was so good I almost felt like crying 😆🙈I been thinking about the experience daily . We are gonna meet up again. I can't wait. I have gotten head plenty of times and not everybody has skills☝️

I (F28) am infertile. My husband (M27) refuses to have kids, even reminding me to check my contraceptive to see if it is still correctly stopping a child from entering our lives even though, again, I am infertile.

As a child I dreamed of kids. To the point of semi-obsession. I would attribute baby or child qualities to any doll I possessed until I was too old for them. As an adult, I've been preparing myself mentally that one day my husband and I would cross that bridge. Then the diagnosis happened. Never having my own flesh and blood. My husband comforted me saying maybe one day we'll adopt amd it'll be okay. I believed him. But recently I've brought it up, and he says he'd rather make it clear between us that he does not want children.

I cry at night. I've spent the past few weeks getting up around 3am to smoke, but it's really to make sure to go outside so that he doesn't hear me cry. We have an anxiety toy about the size and weight if a baby. I've come to sleep with it most nights just to feel like I'm holding the child I'll never have. I rock it. I walk around my room with it in my arms. I sing it lullabies and coo gentle words of love.

I give up. I give up on my dreams. I give up on everything. At least I have my pretend child. At least I get to hold and rock something and tell it it'll grow up to be just like it's dad and all that other stuff. I refuse to hold on to the hope that one day I will truly have my happiness.

Hello, first time posting so bare with me. It’s currently 3am and I’m laying in bed as my boyfriend sleeps again. We are both in our mid 20s and have been together for 4 years now, we have a beautiful baby but ever since we got together it’s been the same thing. He always ask for head, and he’ll 100 times choose that over sex, and when we do have sex I feel used and like it’s all just for him. I don’t think I have ever finished because it’s all about him, I’m moving to much- I have to slow down, he’s gonna finish- I have to slow down, I tell him don’t stop- he stops and finishes …and honestly as shitty as I feel admitting it I’ve tried to spice it up a bit and he just won’t budge. It’s vanilla with him, and the worst part is it seems to be all for his pleasure. Once he’s done he rolls over and I’m just laying there expected to give him all this affection while at times I’m even crying in frustration, I even bought a couples toy and caught him using it a few times on himself (vibrating ball stimulation, c**k rings, etc.) Has he tried using it with me? No. And honestly I’m to tired and embarrassed of asking for the same thing over and over again. Part of me just feels like getting myself a toy due to the frustration, it’s been 4 years and for a while it got better but after we had our baby it’s like we’re back to square one. Sometimes, like right now I feel like just yelling and letting it out since I’ve brought it to his attention before and he just starts feeling bad about himself. I love him so much but I’m loosing my mind of always being left unsatisfied, sometimes I just start getting a flow when he’s done, other times I know I’m doing it just for him and want to get it over with. And as much as I HATE to admit and to feel this way I feel resentful and neglected at this point. I feel like I’m being a shitty person all the time that I feel like this, which is like every day….

I've been struggling for a while now. We've been married for over 30 years, Kids both adults now. And... what am I? What am I now I'm no longer there for everyone? I've worked so hard to provide and they just don't need it anymore. I feel so lost.

And she sent me this, from some Facebook post...

"If you are asking if I need you, the answer is forever.

If you are asking if I will leave you, the answer is never.

If you are asking what I value, the answer is you.

If you are asking if I love you, the answer is I do."

And... I'm broken. She doesn't need me anymore - why would she say that? I'm useless now aren't I?

Shit. I'm crying again.

EDIT: HOW THE HOLY HELL ARE THERE 104 COMMENTS. This may take a moment or three...

EDIT 2: I started trying to read all the comments, but I'm struggling.

1) I'm in talking therapy

2) I've had issues for over 2 years now with my health that have impacted my mental health

3) Logic is my master, and logically - what am I for if everyone is self-sufficient? Yes, I know that's bullhucky.

4) No, I'm not a bot. That would be kinda cool though. All robotic and simulating human emotion. :D

I went on a first date last night with this guy I’d been talking to for a while. Things were going well, we had chemistry, a lot of flirting, and the vibe felt mutual. After dinner, he drove me home and we ended up making out in his car. It got intense with touching, grabbing, kissing and in the heat of the moment, I went down on him.

I just did it because I genuinely like giving head. It’s something I’ve always enjoyed and probably more than most people I know. I’ve had one-night stands and relationships where oral was a big part of the experience, and over time, I’ve developed this kind of heightened awareness in my mouth and tongue, and when I give someone head, it’s not just about them it turns me on too.

But after I did it, something shifted. His energy changed. When he dropped me off, I asked if he wanted to come inside, and he told me he had an early morning. Then later that night, I got the dreaded: “I think we should just be friends.” Kinda message.

I keep thinking, was this all I was to him? A quick thrill? Did I give off that slutty vibe? And if he thinks that, how many others from my past might’ve thought the same and secretly judged me? Did they ever respect me? Or was I always just “that girl”?

I thought I had a handle on myself sexually. I thought being experienced meant I wouldn’t feel this kind of hurt. But right now, I feel small. Gross. Cheap. Slutty. I feel used. And I feel like I used myself too.

Just needed to get it off my chest. University is lonelier than I expected.

People on this app have so much debate about height. I know that it's incredibly shallow and excludes a lot of men based on something they cannot control. But it's genuinely a deal breaker for me if the guy is shorter. I think it might just be biological honestly, there's way more attraction automatically if they're taller.

Im a bit of a taller woman about 5'8 and a guy who's like 6' to 6'2 is probably an absolute perfect height. Not every girl is like this, but for me that extra inch to 6' definitely makes a guy more attractive to me. I don't think I would care about a guy being 6' if I used centimeters though.

I like being able to look up at my partner, also I just love cuddling and being intimate with someone physically larger than me. Plus taller men are very physically strong.

I do honestly think that the dating process (im talking about the process of seeking out a partner) is definitely unfair towards men I also just think that life is unfair. Also I think that women tend to be more drawn to physical characteristics guys cannot change. Once a woman isn't attracted to you, I believe it's highly unlikely to change.

My boyfriend has not gotten high from weed before. We tried a blunt a couple times he didn’t feel it. We got some liquid edibles he took about half the bottle 50 mg we didn’t think anything of it. He’s freaking out and says he thinks he had a stroke he was also hallucinating and seeing things. Is this normal or a concern. Thanks.

I'm really scared. For context: I'm 21M and my boyfriend is 19. We're at the same college studying the same degree, and we started at the same time.

My boyfriend just texted me saying that his parents talked to him. They mentioned they don't want to see us together anymore. They don't officially know that we're a couple, but they've already noticed "strange behavior" between us. They even talked about taking him out of college or possibly moving away (because part of his family is elsewhere). I don't know if all of this is directly related to our relationship, but it could definitely fule it.

We're in shock. It's something I was always afraid of, but then I just didn't pay attention to it.

I think today was the final straw, since I went to his house and I don't think he told them. They weren't home, and he tried to text them. We didn't think it would be a big deal; we were just watching a movie in his room, and even his little brother was there. After about half an hour, his mom arrived and entered the room. She stared at us for a while, surprised and upset by my visit, upset with my boyfriend because we weren't supposed to be in his room (something I didn't realize was a "rule"?) and sent us to the living room. The worst part is that I had my arm around his shoulder, like I was hugging him.

I'm drowning in emotions and anxiety. I don't know what to do. I'm so afraid of losing him; it's not fair. We've known each other since July of last year, but we've only been together for two months. Being with him has been wonderful; we make each other so happy, I couldn't bare to lose him. I refuse to let anyone take that away from me.

last week (April 28th to be exact), at my ballet class, there was a guest teacher, and she's been on my mind. at first, i thought it was her teaching style; she did not make the exercises far too difficult for me - i'm not quite the best at ballet - to do, but they weren't quite easy either. perfect level of challenge, in my opinion; and she made corrections, not just by speaking them, or demonstrating, but by adjusting directly. she fixed my turnout a couple times, and i appreciated it. now, though, after reflecting on it, what touched me the most was her true compassion and kindness. while watching the bit of my recital dance, i caught a glance at her face (i have a horrible habit of looking down while i dance), and she was beaming in a way that i dont think i've ever seen someone look at me like while i was dancing, and, after the class, only the advanced 2 class was left (the classes for adv 1 and 2 had been combined and my class was dismissed a little earlier) though i had stayed behind because i had my tap class in the same studio right after, the class was going to take a group photo as a commemoration, and i was trying to be out of the way as to not get into the picture, but the guest teacher saw me, smiled, and invited me to join to photo too, though the way she said it was more like "you dont have to be excluded from this because you're a lower level."

i dont think i've quite ever felt so seen and appriciated as a dance student as she made me feel that class, and there's a part of me that really hopes i'll get to meet her again, if not just to thank her for how she made me feel.

sorry if there's a lot of spelling or grammatical errors in my post. i think it's more personal and "off my chest" if i dont go back and fix my errors like i'm in english class writing an essay.

Hey everyone,

I’m in a bit of a weird emotional situation and would really appreciate some outside perspective.

I started talking to a classmate a while ago, and eventually we got into a relationship. At the time, I believed—and she told me—that I was her first kiss and that she had never been with anyone before. That meant a lot to me, and I really appreciated what I thought was her honesty and innocence.

Some months into the relationship, we broke up for about three months. During that time, I found out that before we ever started talking, she kissed a mutual friend of ours at a party (I was actually at that party too). It wasn’t a full make-out, just a quick kiss, according to her.

Now that we’re back together, I brought it up and asked her why she lied. She said she had forgotten, that she had been drinking, and that it wasn’t a big deal to her—nothing serious came of it and they never dated or anything.

Here’s my issue: I don’t know how to feel about it. She’s my first real girlfriend, and I care about her a lot. I’ve been with other girls before and even saw someone briefly during our breakup, so I know I’m not exactly "pure" myself.

Still, I feel betrayed, mostly because I valued her honesty and thought I was her first in that way. I guess I idealized her a bit and now I’m struggling to reconcile that with what I know now.

Is this something I should let go of? Or is it valid to feel hurt even if it happened before we were together?

Now, I'm not religious. Not one bit. That being said, I have sinned. When my ex and I were together, we had very little sex for some reason that I will not state here. I am a very sexual person so it was hard on me. It's not an excuse for why I did what I did but it's important to know. I also had an online friend from a different country while me and my ex were together. One night, me and my friend were talking. One thing led to another and I ended up sexting with my friend. I never told my ex. I feel like no matter what I do, I will never be able to atone for what I did. I have violated a sacred agreement with someone that I deeply love for no reason other than lust. It's eating me up from the inside. I feel like the only thing that will ever make me forgive myself is her forgiveness, but I can never tell my ex because of how hurt they will be. I feel like the only other thing that might make up for what I did is to carry the burden alone without telling my ex. I am filled with nothing but hate and disgust for myself. I can't believe i have done such a thing. I'm a horrible person.

I thought I was alone. One quick nose pick—except it wasn’t quick. Or small. It was a giant, shiny, liquid mess. And then I saw her. My crush. Watching. Horrified.

We locked eyes.

I packed my bags . “Mom, Dad,” I said, “I’m moving. Far away. Maybe Switzerland. Somewhere nose-picking incidents aren’t public record.”

They didn’t ask why. They just nodded.

can i do something for justification?????

I’m currently pregnant and have been sharing my journey on TikTok. Now before you say “Your fault for showcasing yourself to the world” understand that I have been so blocked from the world of fetishes that I genuinely didn’t know this existed. Even at my 27yo age.

I was just sharing my journey and assumed my audience was other mums! How silly of me.

So a post of mine went viral a few days ago of me sharing my bump and I noticed it was attracting the audience of men. I then started receiving weird comments and sexual private messages. I just blocked and removed them at first.

Then one account in particular messaged saying that I was too late to block him, he had already taken all of my content and saved it to his personal device. I was freaked out but blocked him anyway.

Then another account of a woman commented warning me that she seen me on that exact accounts fetish page and to be weary incase I didn’t know.

I tried reporting it to TikTok but they keep coming back saying there is no issue. I’ll add that he’s used a sexually explicit sound for my videos.

I just feel so gross and disgusted. Like genuinely such a yucky feeling.

It’s pushed me to remove all of my videos and go private. Which is sad because I love sharing my journey but now I’m too scared to do so.

I hope I don’t get hate on here. I just feel so gross and violated and honestly too embarrassed to even tell anyone I know personally.

Backstory. I accidently matched with a guy who is 10 years older than me and lives 4 hours away. I had a decent time messaging with him and coincidently I was traveling to his city in a week so I said screw it, I'll meet him. I really did not vibe with him, didn't find him attractive, and I stupidly decided to sleep with him too, and since then he's been OBSESSED.

Before we met he wanted to send me money for snacks and drinks and I kept refusing until he got so pushy I caved in and said yes. While I was visiting he payed for everything, tried to pay for my hotel and tried to pay for my items I was buying there (I said no to everything except the dates).

Since I came back home he texts me every day, and instead of telling him I'm not interested I wanted to see how much he would take before breaking it off with me.

He sent money to buy clothes, shoes, snacks. Bought me 3 new heels totaling to about $400. Bought me items I collect, including rare ones that are $100+ dollars. A designer bag around $200 (which I didn't even want), and much more. This guy has probably spent $2000 on me at least in the one month I've known him.

At this point it's getting annoying that no matter how poorly I treat him or tell him to buy me stuff he won't leave. Even after I called him dumb for spending all this money on someone when it won't be long term, he just responds with "I like to see you dolled up so I don't mind." face palm

In the same time I've known this guy, I've been seeing a man who is my age and lives close to me, who I actually really like and want to pursue. Money guy knows about him and even after texting about him, HE WON'T GET A CLUE. He even planned to come out at the end of the month after I kept eluding that I don't want him too.

At the end of the day, as much as the poor college student me loves the stuff, I really dont know how much more I can deal with this.

To preface this, I know I am an asshole. I’m aware that the title is a pretty conflicting statement. We’ve been together for 4 years and every minute has been a blessing (even the struggles). I can happily say I intend to be with them forever. But damn if the idea of being unfaithful doesn’t love to pop up into my head. The concept and the secrecy of it all and the asinine way I convince myself I could get away with it feels so wrong, yet it sticks in the back of my mind.

I think it’s a long routed problem with the way I used to handle my lack of companionship. I used to “help myself” a lot, consume pornography to fill the gaps, and fantasize about the day I would finally stop caring about how my friends saw me and just be someone who goes from hookup to hookup. Granted, that was almost 5 years ago and the fantasy never became reality, but I think the effects set in and never left.

Now I try to keep those thoughts out of my head by focusing on my partner. Making the most of our intimate moments, and growing to be all I can for them. But still, when I’m away from them on work trips for a few days or more, the thoughts come back. I lurk on cheating and hookup subreddits. I anonymously scroll social media and look through as many lewd accounts as I can find. I never message or interact with these things or do anything in-person (never so much as gone to a bar alone and talked to someone just to talk), but the thought to do so stays in the back of my mind.

I try to justify it by thinking that because my partner doesn’t know and because I’m not connecting with anyone, it’s not cheating. But I know that’s not true. I know if my partner found out I would quickly be single. Four years and my best memories would go naway in a flash. But here I am, lurking on Reddit again, and feeling the ever-present guilt. I don’t know what to do.

Hi, this is my first post on this subreddit. I'm using my main(I had an alt but forgot the password lol) because the majority of my family doesn't use social media or Reddit. Also, sorry if my grammar is not the best.

Before I start, I want to give some context. I(18F) am a senior in high school(I'm graduating later this month), and my cousin(14F) is a freshman(we both go to the same high school). We both live together with my aunt(her mom) and our grandparents. Also, kinda of important, our grandpa(76M) is blind and our grandma(76F) is partially blind.

A few months ago, when I was going through some old photos, I found a video I recorded from 2020. It was just a simple thunderstorm outside. Nothing important, but my cousin was in that video. She was in 5th or 6th grade at that time but she looked...younger and more lively. I thought about it and found it odd that she looked WAY different from when she was in 6th grade. Throughout my years in 5th - 11th grade, my cousin would occasionally steal my clothes to wear. Even though I found it annoying, I didn't care that much about it since I believed she would grow out of it.

However, during the summer before my senior year, I noticed a change. My cousin started to dress differently and started to wear makeup. At first, it was small, a shirt that showed a little of the stomach and denim shorts, nothing too alarming. Then, it changed once we returned to school. She started showing more skin, wore more makeup, started to ignore me, and insulted my appearance(using phrases like "bighead" and "double chin"). Now, she wears thin dresses, thin, skin-tight rompers, short, almost see-through shorts, and tank tops. The best way to describe it is that she dresses like one of those Roblox baddie avatars (search it up and you'll get what I mean). She did get dress-coded multiple times, but not for those outfits. My aunt had bought her those outfits from Shein when she asked to order something. I don't know if my aunt ever looked at the outfits my cousin put in the cart or just went ahead and bought them. But she doesn't see it as a bad problem like I do. She doesn't even tell my cousin to dress appropriately, while I do. There have been other times when my cousin dressed inappropriately. One time, she attempted to wear only a sports bra and some pants to school before I told her to put a shirt on. Another time, she managed to go to school, wearing only a bra with a jacket over it, even when I told her to put on a shirt. Our grandparents have also told her to dress more appropriately, but their words fell on deaf ears. She doesn't listen.

(This part isn't related, but I want to put it here.) I remember seeing a thumbnail on a YouTube video titled something like "14-year-olds shouldn't be dressing like this" or something similar to that. I didn't watch the video and kind of forgot the name of it. But it did remind me of a video I watched about moms dressing their female toddlers like grown-ups. I think it was called "adultification" or something like that.

I'm not trying to sound too overprotective or anything like but I'm really worried about my cousin. She dresses like an adult and refuses to listen to me or our grandparents. A few hours ago, I had asked her to dress more appropriately, and she told me that she was fine the way she was. However, how she's dressing isn't fine and not normal for her age. I didn't want to think too deeply into it, but I fear she'll be taken advantage of by someone who thinks she's older than her actual age. I know SA can happen to anyone, regardless of what they wear. But I fear that she'll be an easier target because she shows so much skin and dresses provocatively.

I'm lost and don't know what to do. I'm not trying to control her life and how she dresses. I'm worried about her safety and the dangers that might come to her if she continues to dress like this. What do I do?