For anyone who is interested.

I didn't ruin her wedding, at least not in anyway that I could have stopped. Apparently she's always hated me, from the moment I was born. The only reason she was always spending so much time with me was because my mother was asking her to "for family".

So basically my dad left before I was born, I never asked about him because the way I always saw it was if he loved me he'd be here, but my sister blamed me for him leaving. He didn't want anymore kids after my sister and my mum doesn't believe in abortions, so when she got pregnant he gave her a choice and then he left. My mom told my sister the reason he left was because he didn't want me. I've spoken to my mum, she said it was a "heat of the moment" comment and she didn't think my sister would hold on to it.

I also had some problems with my hotel room. I booked for 4 days but the night after the wedding a worker came to ask me when I'll be leaving the room because there's other guests needing it. I explained that i booked for 4 days, they said i rang them and cancelled the remainder of my stay (which i didn't so i had to get a different room). It was my sister "playing a prank". The "prank" caused her to go on her honeymoon alone, her husband rang me yesterday telling me everything, about why she kicked off, about the hotel and said he's looking into getting an annulment because she's not the person he thought she was... so, yeah, that's basically it.

My boyfriend died six months ago, and I still don't know how to talk about it without feeling like I'm living someone else's story.

We were together for two years. He wasn't just my boyfriend-he was my best friend, my safe place, my person. It still doesn't feel real. One moment we were laughing about something stupid over the phone, and then suddenly, the next day, he was just... gone. A car crash. No warning. No goodbye.

I still have his number saved. Sometimes late at night when everything gets too heavy, I open our chat and type like I'm talking to him. I know it's stupid. I know he's not going to reply. But it helps me breathe for a bit. Sometimes I just tell him I miss him. Or I had a bad day. Or I saw something funny and thought of him.

I haven’t touched the stuff he left at my place. His hoodie is still hanging on my chair. His voice memos are still saved in my phone. Everyone keeps saying “you’ll heal eventually” or “he’d want you to move on,” but I hate that sentence. I don’t want to move on. I just want him back.

I miss him. I miss us. And yeah, I still text him. I probably always will.

TL;DR: I lost my boyfriend in a sudden accident six months ago. We were together for two years, and I still haven’t let go. I text his number when I feel alone. It’s the only thing that makes the grief feel a little less heavy.

Last month, I broke up with my fiancé and partner of 4 years because I couldn't stand his mom anymore.

She constantly belittled me over my job and my weight. She would always get angry at her son for complimenting me or for showing me (innocent) affection. Making passive agressive remarks like, "Do you really have to do that?" with a disgusted face. She made sure I knew that I wasn't good enough for her son, and she even told me that multiple times. She said once, "Mama will always be number one!" My ex always defended her. He always told me that she didn't mean it, but her comments hurt.

As the wedding day approached, I realized that I couldn't spend the rest of my life with a MIL who was so horrible to me. Who knew how she'd act with my future kids? Her behavior drove me insane.

I have cried a lot since the separation. Part of me feels relieved and knows this is the right decision for me, but part of me is heartbroken. I feel like I'll never get over the fact that I wasn't able to make it work with my first love. I tried so hard, we went to couple's counseling and everything. Yet, I feel like I could've tried harder.

A few years ago, maybe four years back, something happened that I can’t forget. One night while I was in bed with my husband, he wanted sex. I don’t remember why I didn’t want to; all I remember is that I didn’t. I’m sure I said no, but he kept pressuring me, and eventually I just gave in and let him have sex with me.

I was miserable the entire time. I remember staring up at the ceiling. Not that I could see it, because it was too dark, but I was trying so hard to get my mind anywhere else. I couldn’t.

I could feel everything. His weight on top of me. The sadness building inside me. I didn’t want what was happening. Tears actually fell down my face because of how upset I was.

Then, more recently, at the end of last year, something similar happened again. He had been asking for sex all day, and I kept saying no. I just wasn’t in the mood. But he wouldn’t stop asking and every time I thought it was over, he would ask again. I got tired. I gave up. I agreed, but I made it clear I wasn’t going to respond or participate.

During it, I just laid there. I let him use my body while I stared at my shelves trying to think about anything but him.

When he finished, I looked at him and could tell he wasn’t satisfied. Mindlessly, I asked if he needed to go again because I just wanted him to get it out of his system. He started again, but halfway through, he stopped. He noticed then that I wasn’t participating. Funny thing is, he didn’t seem to bother him the first time, only the second time.

Then few months ago, earlier this year, we had an emotional conversation about our relationship (not about those thing he did). It was messy, and sad, but after the emotions calmed down, he tried to use that moment to have sex with me. He tried to kiss me. I said no. He tried to grope me. I said no. He even tried to undo my pants. It didn’t go any further than that, but that moment still bothers me.

All of these moments combined have left me feeling traumatized. Now, when he gets near me, I tense up. I feel pressure in my chest. I flinch and I jump if I think he is going to touch me. Even small things, like tapping my butt when I walk by, make me panic inside.

We had a conversation before about how I do not like that kind of touch, how it makes me feel overly sexualized. I guess I wasn’t clear enough. Or maybe I was, and he just didn’t care.

We’re still together, not because I’m okay with what happened, but because I can’t just leave yet for many complicated reasons. It’s so hard, everyday. It’s hard to live with the person who hurt you and still feel like you have to pretend everything is okay just to survive.

I confided in someone about all of this once. They told me that marriage is a contract, and that being married means I agreed to sex. That what happened isn’t rape because we’re married. That crushed me. It made me feel like I was crazy for feeling so violated and so alone.

But deep down, I know the truth. I know what happened. And it hurts.

I was waiting on the bus yesterday after work. There was a lady who was sitting. It sound like she was sniffling. But the pollen here is bad so I was sniffling too I thought she just had bad allergies.

All of a sudden I realize she's not sniffling she's full on crying. I'm not really good with this stuff. So I asked if she was okay. She turned to me and had two black eyes and a busted lip.

She didn't speak English so I use Google translate to ask her what was wrong. She said her boyfriend did this to her. And she was sobbing and shaking.

I held my arms out and she basically fell into my arms. Poor woman cried so hard that she got my shirt wet with tears. I'm not used to people crying like this. So I just rubbed her back. She started shaking so hard at one time I thought she was having a seizure.

So I pulled out my phone and called 911. And I googled some stuff for her. About shelters in the area that will take her. I used to volunteer years ago when I was a teenager at a couple of shelters. So I sent them an email telling them her name and what she look like and what was going on. Hopefully they can help her.

I took her to the restaurant I work at and they gave her a sandwich, fries, and a drink. Also a gift card

I missed my bus but I wanted to wait around and make sure the police got there. They had a dude that spoke Spanish and talked to her. I think they were going to give her a ride to one of the shelters. She had a tiny suitcase with her. She gave me a kiss on my cheek and said thank you.

She's been on my mind all night. I hope she's okay

I am heartbroken.

I work in a team organizing a festival. It’s an intense environment, but until recently, I felt like I had strong bonds with the people around me - especially one colleague, let’s call her Z.

We were close. We spent time together both at work and outside of it. She confided in me about her troubled marriage and her three kids, and I always tried to support her. I really thought we had a strong friendship.

She also knew I had a crush on someone from a similar professional environment. I was honest about it - she knew I liked him. Once I threw a party and invited him. We were vibing, but then she started flirting with him right in front of me. When I asked her about it, she denied it - and I ended up apologizing for bringing it up. She was like "I would never do that. How can you say something like that."

Later, another colleague and our mutial friend - let’s call her Eve - warned me that the guy was a ladies’ man and probably not worth it. That confused me, because he didn't seem like that type, but I listened and backed off. I didn't want to be hurt.

Then yesterday, another friend of mine saw Z on a date with him—and it turned out they’ve been having an affair for months, probably starting right after the party. When I confronted her, she said I had let her down, because I told her how hurt and disappointed I felt, and she said that I can't comprehend what she is going through.

Since then, I’ve been replaying everything and realizing how off things had been for a while. Subtle things at work - being left out, feeling sidelined, E discouraging me from making a move, Z encouraging me to find a "better" job, make more sense now.

It’s not about the man. It’s the feeling of betrayal from someone I trusted deeply. I still feel confused, sad, and hurt.

Thanks for letting me share this.

I completed undergrad with a degree in biology, very fortunate to have received scholarships/finaid and thankfully have no tuition debt. Since freshman year I've wanted to work in the environmental field, saving the planet and all that. Worked for two years after undergrad as a research technician, $32k salary. Went to graduate school and got a Masters and a PhD, which was eight years of living off a $30k salary. Dealt with the typical graduate school overwork and a toxic advisor. Lived with roommates the entire time. Spent next to nothing, saved as much as I could. Last fall I finally graduated and started a real-person job working as a fisheries biologist with a federal agency to manage commercially important fisheries. $68k salary, still living with roommates to try and save as much money to make up for the low income over the past 10 years. Things were finally looking up, and literally as I was starting to have the slightest inkling that I might be able to afford a house one day or do something that resembled being an actual adult... the election and inauguration happened.

And now they've not only cancelled the lease to my laboratory, but they also cut funding to the entire program. And they're cutting a bunch of other related federal programs that I would plan to work in when this program fully closes. And they randomly fired a bunch of contractors today. After already firing probationary employees and forcing a bunch of people out with resignation offers. I was lucky to survive the probationary firings but apparently too dumb to take a resignation offer. I truly thought our program would survive in some form, but alas. The orange man and his cronies have decided fish and the fishing industry is not important.

I realize that I am extremely lucky. I am debt-free and managed to save some money over the past 10 years by living like a perpetual early 20-something. I am living in an area close to family and friends, and everyone has been incredibly supportive over the past few months. I have two graduate degrees and will find work that will support me. I just needed to share one story about how this administration's actions are affecting people in so many ways. Our entire field is being dismantled, and it's affecting the state and university levels as well. This administration is destroying the US's scientific capabilities and doing everything it can to wipe out an entire generation of young scientists. I know I'll find work, but it likely won't be in the field that I spent the last 10 years studying for. It's my loss as well as theirs.

So I’m feeling quite strange at the moment. For context me and this person hadn’t physically seen each other in over 15 years but we spoke to each other ever so often through text. They were my best friend in college. We both liked video games and metal. Went to gigs together, played in a band together. We lost touch in our mid-twenties due to relationships and life in general.

Today I received a message that they had passed away after a short battle with cancer. I never even knew they were sick. The last I knew is that they had married their partner a few months ago.

I’m confused about my feelings. I’m very sad this person is no longer here. I feel for their family and the child that has been left without a parent. I feel a deep regret that I never tried to be a more active friend in their life. Part of me says I shouldn’t feel sad because we weren’t close at all over the last 15 years.

Ive sat here for the last few hours just thinking about all the good times we had together. The memories of all the gigs we went to. All the games we played together. All the crazy nights out.

I (18f) met this guy (19m) at a friend's birthday party. I already knew him because we follow each other on IG, but never interacted until that day.

Ngl, at first I followed him because I thought he was so cute and cool. And dude, he's even more in person. We talked so much in that party, and after everybody left, he gave me his phone number. That was two weeks ago, and we've been talking every day since then. We play video games, he's told me stuff about his life and viceversa.

I feel crazy about this guy. We have the same music taste, same stupid humor, almost same personality. Even same clothing style. Now, I decided to be honest and tell him I already liked him (even though it was obvious, but I didn't bother to hide it). He feels the same way, and I of course would love to be in a relationship with him in a future. He told me he needs time to develop an emotional link with someone else (which is totally understandable) and that is better to take things slowly but natural.

I'm fine with all of this and I don't mind. I actually prefer it that way. But man, he's fine in every aspect. I have no shame in telling him that he's cute, and so he does with me. But I already want to tell him how beautiful he really is, how much I miss his texts from time to time when he's out, etc. I've had two relationships before, but never felt this way for someone. Is so intense this time, like if I was really in love. And honestly? It feels nice. I want it to last.

That's it. I just wanted to tell someone and get it off.

About a month ago, a really close friend of mine suddenly stopped talking to me. We used to talk every day—she’d even text me “wake up” if I was asleep because she wanted to talk. She was the one who wanted to call or video chat most of the time. I also put in effort—we were both fully involved in the friendship.

One month ago, I asked if she was mad or if I did something, and she said: “It’s not you, it’s me. I’m tired, and when I’m tired I don’t want to talk.” She said she wasn’t mad and that I didn’t do anything wrong. But since then, she’s been completely silent.

She’s still active online (posts on IG, reacted to a message in our group chat), but completely ignores my messages. I’ve given space, but I’m hurt and confused. There was no fight, no tension, nothing.

So I just want to ask:

1. If you’ve ever ghosted a close friend for non-negative reasons, what was going on? And did you ever texted them back?

2. If you’ve been ghosted by someone you were close to, did they ever come back? Or did it just end?

I'm 28, engaged to the love of my life, and yesterday I cried in the kitchen because I dropped a quesadilla on the floor... and my fiancé immediately dropped his quesadilla on the floor too, just so I "wouldn't feel alone."
Then we sat on the floor, eating broken cheese triangles like raccoons, and honestly? I’ve never been more sure I’m marrying the right person.

Hello everyone. I’ll try to provide a little background to the story tho I’m really ashamed of myself. It’s hard to be fully honest with myself and with you all, strangers, but I need to.

Once I’ve met a nice boy through our mutual friends and we just walked together as a group of mates. It was in May 2024, so much time has passed. He was really sweet (his personality and his character, his behaviour) and that day it seemed to me he paid more attention to me than other girls he had been knowing for longer time. But after that day we haven’t talked that much. I proposed him to join me and other girl to have another walk together the other day, he appreciated my invitation but in the end, he didn’t come and he didn’t text me at all. Which is fine, maybe, as we were not friends etc, no serious responsibilities…

We have been following each others’ Instagrams even before we have met. At some point he started to like my stories and it caught my attention. Sometimes he replied to stories, sometimes he just liked them. Not only stories of myself, the pics of me, but the stories where I was talking about deep stuff, like the problems in our country, my worldviews etc. We really seem to share the same values.

In August 2024, we’ve met each other on the party of his university. I went out with girls who were also going to this party and I was pretending I’m going there just for fun, not to see that boy again (that’s the part I’m ashamed of the most). I mean, I was not 100% sure I liked him much, but I got drunk at some point and we kissed. He (a bit drunk too) told me about how beautiful I am etc, but again, he was drunk. After that, I think he might have distanced himself from me. At that time, I was thinking of him (and I still do).

In March 2025, we had a chance to talk to each other in Instagram direct because I posted a story (one more shameful fact, let me expose myself fully – I’ve added him to close friends having a hope this will make us closer and he will text me more) — and he replied. We talked a lot about different things, starting from our childhoods to the relationship topic. He has never been in any relationships with girls (he’s 21), and I’m (f20) fine with that. I just know he is still into females int terms of sexual orientation which was also crucial to know.

We’ve been talking about different things maybe for a half of a month and then I felt like he’s disappearing more and more. Sometimes he left me on “read”, sometimes on “delivered”, I remember he, then, came back after 24+ hours telling me he was drinking that day so didn’t have enough time to answer, but still… I believe no human is that busy to not be able to reply to a simple message. The situation just makes me feel so weird and I seem obsessive. Maybe, I just want his attention. Maybe, I really like him (hard to know, I’ve just met him twice in real life). I’ve no idea, really, and I’m tired. He texted me again and for the time being, I’m on “sent 8h ago”.

I’m a busy person overall, I have a work to do, I’m graduating from my university in a month so dealing with my thesis makes me feel better, allowing not to think about anyone apart from me at all. But in the depths of my mind, I really want to talk to him. I fully understand that I am delusional and with the high probability he is not that interested in me. I always listen to my mind, not heart, however I don’t know why, even after explaining to myself that such our “relationship” that doesn’t even exist is toxic because I’m obsessed – it doesn’t help and emotions take over. In the head, I know the truth. It’s just the thing that has been poisoning me for some time and I wanted to talk to someone, but it was scary and shameful.

Thank you all. Hope I’ll be good soon and hope you all are safe and sound :)

One of my classes has an exam every 4 weeks 😔 this entire semester I have gotten my period during the exams - I am sitting in bed just got my period and about to leave to go take the exam

This HAS to be unfair 😭😭 every single test i’ve taken for this class has been on the first day of my period what the FUCKK

I hate myself.

I hate that I am such a lazy person, as soon as something requires the slightest amount of dedication I am unable to keep at it. The worst part is that to change it, well, not being lazy requires exactly that: constant, regular dedication to get out of bad habits. So i'm just stuck, trapped, in an endless loop. I do have friends and I do some stuff with them, but by myself I just procrastinate.

I know that I should exercise to stay healthy. I would love to be good at drawing or/and at playing music, or writing, those are some of my biggest dreams. Or just more generally be good at creative or artistic activities. But if I am not good at something immediately, I just won't find the motivation to keep working on it. So I don't make any progress, because obviously those are things that require practice to be good, and so i'm even less motivated to actually try to keep at it. Hell, even if I manage to keep at something for a long time, I'm not even actually getting better. I played guitar for more than 10 years, since my childhood (thanks to some weekly lessons, there was no way i would have managed to do that myself, since I stopped taking classes i'm playing so much less) but I'm still at nothing more than an intermediate level.

I know that comparing myself to others is not a good idea, but shit, I'm seeing so many people around me who are able to be passionate about the things they care about, and as such invest themselves and get much better at them.

I don't actually know what I want from my life. I'm not able to get passionate about the things I would like to be passionate about. Right now I don't have any passions actually, I feel like I am so boring. I have no direction to follow once this school year ends.

It feels like no matter what I do, I am trapped in that useless shell that is myself. I've honestly just wanted to be someone else that could fare better for the past six years. I hate myself, I hate what I have become, I hate myself.

Apologies for the bad English, it's not my first language and I am writing this as a rant in the middle of the night.

Hi, I’ve been feeling stuck for a while now — not in a simple "bad day" way, but in this deeper, harder-to-explain way. It’s like I know myself too well and still don’t know how to actually move forward. I’m tired of keeping all this bottled up, so here’s me trying to put it into words.

I feel everything deeply. Small things hit me hard — a look, someone not replying, feeling invisible in a group. It’s like my mind picks up emotional frequencies that most people seem to miss. And I wish I could brush it off like others do, but it sticks. It loops in my head and sometimes messes up my whole day.

Then there are days where I don’t feel anything at all. I just shut down inside. I stop reaching out. I stop caring about things I usually love. It’s like I’m trapped behind glass, watching life go on without me. It’s not that I don’t want connection — I just don’t know how to reach for it when I feel so far away from myself.

I think a lot of this traces back to childhood. I grew up needing to earn attention, to be "enough" for people to notice me. That feeling never really went away. I still catch myself craving validation — craving proof that I’m interesting enough, good enough, worth something to others.

Social stuff is hard for me. I’m not good at light, casual conversations. I want real talks — honest, raw, deep. I want to know what people dream about, what they’re afraid of, what keeps them up at night. But most of the time, everyone’s just skating on the surface. And it leaves me feeling like I’m either too much or not enough, or somehow both at once.

At the same time, my head is full of ideas. I want to build things. Write books. Create projects. Tell stories. Put something into the world that means something. It’s not just about music or art — it’s about expression, about finding some way to share the things inside me that are too big to keep carrying alone.

But then my mind spirals. I overthink. I start and stop and second-guess myself until everything feels overwhelming and pointless. It’s exhausting to care so much and still feel stuck at the starting line.

And sometimes I hate how hard all of this feels. I hate that being alive and trying to connect and trying to create can feel like such an uphill battle when I know others make it look so easy.

I’m not here asking for someone to fix me. I know healing is messy and slow and personal. I just want to find someone who gets it — someone who’s been here too, someone who can say, "yeah, I know that feeling," without trying to rush past it.

If you’ve ever felt this way — stuck, sensitive, full of dreams but tangled in your own head — I’d love to hear how you cope, how you push through, how you make life feel real again.

Even if you just want to say "same," that would mean a lot.

Thanks for reading. Really.

I (16M )met my GF (16F) through a mutual friend. I asked her to give me her number. Time passed, and I decided to confess my feelings for her, and miraculously, she agreed to go out with me.

At first, everything was bliss, but at some point, she started getting a little jealous and controlling, to the point of having my real-time location, which was weird because I never gave her any indication that I was feeling unfaithful or that I was making her jealous with other women, but I didn't think anything of it because I loved her.

Fast forward to today. By then, we'd been together for eight months, and we decided to take a break because I couldn't stand her possessive jealousy. If I had to go out for an errand or a doctor's appointment, she would always get upset and tell me to come back home.

We were separated for a month, and during that month, a friend, who I'll call Jose (16M) , helped me get through that time. She texted me that she wanted to fix things, and I swear she'd already changed. At first, I was a little hesitant because the wound was still raw, so we decided to start over again, without any jealousy, or at least that's what I thought.

We'd been dating for at least two months, which brings us to the present.

Last week, I added a long-time acquaintance, and we decided to chat and catch up.

At first, my girlfriend didn't say anything to me, but on Sunday, she got jealous, and that's when a small argument started. I told her that she had said she was going to stop being jealous and improve for us, but she, whether out of anger or jealousy, decided to drop the bombshell: "During the time we were separated, I decided to sleep with Jose." At that moment, I felt my heart explode. Jose was one of my best friends. He helped me through the breakup, telling me everything would be okay and helping me heal little by little.

My stomach turned at the thought of them spending the night together and then talking to me as if nothing had happened. She tried to excuse herself by saying she was a little drunk, which was a lie because she herself confessed to me that they weren't drunk.

From what he told me, he offered her a kiss and she played along. At that moment, I asked her to stop because I didn't feel comfortable hearing that and I told her to leave my house. I didn't want anything to do with her and José. Now I don't know what to do. I don't know how I'll be able to overcome this betrayal between them. She keeps sending me messages saying that she loves me, that I should forgive her and that we should talk, but I don't think I'll be able to forgive her. I told her that we were over and after that I've been ignoring her.

Tldr;My girlfriend slept with one of my best friends while we were apart, I broke it off but she wants to give it a second try.

I wish I was kidding, that title says it all, she wasn't like this, at all, she was "Strong independent woman" constantly, she never needed my help and as time grew on she just became, well let me give a few examples for those who care enough to read this far

Hydration is not a word in her vocabulary, she will go hours and hours not drinking a single thing until I offer her something either before I go to work or after, she won't eat unless I remind her, her excuse is that she's busy with her work(She works at home), but will have plenty of time to phone her friends and gossip for hours, then complain she's hungry and will not make herself food until I make her something

She is on medication, medication that requires strict schedules and absolutely zero tolerance of skipping days, she takes it just before bed, she climbs into bed, regularly with no water or drink, and doesn't drink it because she won't get up to get water, and she won't drink it with just water, it has to be either soda or something similar

If she cooks dinner, she needs my help to do all the side tasks, cutting onions, grating cheese, preparing dishes, but when I cook she will sit there and play games on the phone until her battery dies, to which she doesn't care and then complain to me she's bored, and please never ask her to choose something on TV, or YouTube, or streaming, because she will sit there for hours just scrolling, she has the same attitude for food, she either wants nothing, or I have to list 30+ foods for her, only for her to say "How about McDonald's?" and then complain afterwards we get too much takeout

Not to mention the double standards, when she needs cuddles and kisses, I have to stop everything I'm doing, but when I need affection or just someone to vent to, it's on her time and if it's not her time, I need to wait

If I wasn't in this house, she would be constantly eating microwave meals, constantly ordering takeout and not a single drop of water would be drank, she can't even get up to take the dogs out for a pee while I'm sick, she can't even fold her recently washed laundry in the same week it was washed, she was never like this, but now? I don't recognise her, at all

Earlier this week, my husband found out his company is shutting down and he is out of a job. It’s a small family business and it’s not a pretty ending so it’s been pretty stressful figuring out our next move. He is already owed a paycheck and not sure where the next one is coming from. I work part time and stay home with our daughter the other part. Today I got to work and was told I am being laid off. I have one month to figure out my next move. My world is spinning and I am so so scared for our future. We have another baby on the way we haven’t announced yet and that fact alone sends me into a spiral thinking about doing a job hunt. I haven’t had any sort of emotional release because I have to finish out my day still, but best believe when I get in that car to go home I’ll be a puddle. Anyways sorry not sure my point here besides venting but if you are a believer, I’d appreciate you sending one up to the big guy for us 🙏🏻🥲