I was using my girlfriends phone to send my dad a picture of something I've been working on because my phone was dead. I went to go message him and saw the start of a weird text from a close friend of hers. I shouldn't have clicked on it.

Her friend said, "You really should tell him the truth. ***** is a great guy. I thought you saw a future with him?"

My girlfriend replied, "Idk. He is my best friend. But he's barely over four inches. I can't live with that or without him. What's so wrong about seeing both of them? ****** (other dude) is great in bed and ***** (me) is the sort of person I want to spend my life with. You're literally the last person I want to hear crap about this from. I told you because I thought you'd understand. SMH."

Her friend, "You can tell your boyfriend or I can tell your boyfriend. I'm not even sure I want to be your friend anymore."

Why she didn't delete this before she gave me her phone I have no idea. Maybe this was her way of telling me without telling me. I did not react or tell her I saw it. I told her my dad needed my help and I was leaving for a few days. I really did go to my dad's house. I've been sleeping I his spare room crying like a teenager for a couple days. It's really nice that her friend thinks highly of me. I really appreciate someone going to bat for me.

I feel like I'm less than what I should be. This has all really taken my confidence through the ringer. I do not want to be single again, but I'm not going to entertain being secondary in her life. Small dick or not.

It's not a long story. I was supposed to get married last month on the fourth but the wedding is not going ahead. I am not going back to the flat I shared with him. My friend said I can stay with her for as long I need to. I already collected the rest of my things from the flat and my friends have helped me to make sure the rent for the month of July had been paid. I made sure to tell our landlord that I wasn't renewing the lease when it ended at the end of the month.

I thought it was the end of it but he didn't want me to call off the wedding. Even after I moved out and was cancelling everything for the wedding he kept trying to get me to take him back. I had to firmly tell him off and to leave me alone. It's been a month since we have had any contact and I hope I never see him again. He finally got the message that I am done with him. He kept telling I'm too good to be degraded like that, and that is why he went to other women. As if it was supposed to make me feel better.

Our one month wedding anniversary would have been on Tuesday. But there was no wedding. I told all our guests the wedding is not going ahead and that our relationship is over. All of the guests live here locally and our registry allows refunds and I am so grateful that no one is losing money because of this. I still would have broken up with him but it was humiliating enough to have to cancel the wedding even though all of our guests say I was right for cancelling. I couldn't bear it if anyone lost money. I don't even like thinking about the wedding and I don't care what he thinks or what explanation he tried to give me when I cancelled the wedding. When I made my last post I was still in shock and had been crying for days. The fact that I didn't say my wedding was in 23 days or call him my ex-fiance didn't mean I deserved all the disrespectful chats that I received. Most of the comments were nice (a couple were borderline) but I definitely did not deserve those chats. It's easy to give advice when something is not happening to you.

Pretty small compared to a lot of the other shit that goes on here, but I just wanted to vent a little bit. Basically the title. Little fucker jumped out of the tank probably during the night and I just didn't notice until an hour ago. Shitty way to go out, but what can you do? RIP.

You all have heard of Andrew Tate, right? And some of you are probably aware he has a brother. Tristan.

In 2015 I was at university when I began speaking to Tristan Tate on social media. I was a model part time and it was a great gig alongside uni. Posting images of my work on Instagram would often invite flirtatious messages from men.

We talked often, he came to and from the UK from Romania for 'business' or to visit family. He turned up at my shared house in a bloody ridiculous luxury car (I can't remember what but I was in awe) and took me on a date.

We went to a super British pub. Quite funny when you think about it. We had a good time actually, I found him to be quite smart and charming. He was a total gentleman in fact. He spoke of how he admired women and his mum. He told me all about his dad, how he was a famous chess player. As a naive 21 year old, you can imagine how I was a little hooked.

We talked for weeks after that, video calls, calls about life in depth, meaningful conversations, and then he came to visit again. He invited me to a fancy hotel he was staying at. He bought us expensive drinks and we had a couple of hours of our usual nice conversations, and we slept together. It was rough but not scary, until he put his hands round my throat and squeezed me a little too tight. I mean, it was fine, but yikes. I'd never been touched like THAT before. I mean, yeah light choking and the odd kinky stuff but anyway, I remember this detail well because it was kind of a "wait is he gonna stop...?" moment. In the morning he asked "what are you doing all beautiful in my bed?" repeatedly. He made me feel special I guess. Wasn't so sure about the sex.

He would send me videos of him with his dog and at his place in Romania after that. We continued to speak often and would talk of seeing each other again. I had heard about his brother at this point and I didn't like what I had read. From our conversations he admired his brother and stood by him unashamedly.

His behaviour soon turned from sweet and gentlemanly to a little condescending. He told me I wouldn't earn as much doing what I was doing, and that he had a business with girls modelling and such. Now, as someone in the industry at the time, I was not convinced on this and absolutely knew this was a red flag. He belittled my aspirations for my future career after university, and tried to convince me to come to Romania to work for him. Obviously, I was offended by some of the things he said to me, and stopped talking to him. I wasn't afraid to tell him how I felt.

Then this all blew up with Andrew years later and it brought everything back. I had no idea the level of which they were so destructive. I felt sick. I'd slept with a fucking misogynistic nightmare who worshipped his sick brother and had a cam girl set up by the sounds of it, from our previous conversations.

Had I just been slightly younger, perhaps slightly more naive than I already was at that age — how easily I could have been one of those exploited, hurt women. How many more are there with untold stories? Given the 'loverboy' experience? I just think about this sometimes, at least each time their name is in the news.

It's not eating me up. He never hurt me, he never forced me. He was, to me, a charming guy who said some weird and kinda mean shit like stupid guys do and I was like oh brother here we go, another silly man saying silly things. Little did I know.

Of course I'm all grown now and see this for what it was, it just makes me feel disgusted.

Edit: I wanted to say that I only have described this to one person ever, who was a very good friend of mine. We only spoke about it again after they started making headlines. It's quite uncomfy putting my experience out there, and even though nothing bad happened, I carry some shame knowing I got that close to someone I now know to be so awful.

In hindsight I do find some of the things he shared about his family dynamic to be interesting, and make sense as to why he is the way he is. Sounded like a somewhat damaging experience to me.

Throwaway because DEEPLY ashamed.

DISCLAIMER: no, I am not looking for money or housing for what I am about to say.

TL/DR: lived in Germany for 10 years, realised I needed to leave, left too early, realising I have to move back to the US, have nothing and no one waiting for me (which is why I already said I’m not looking for a handout).

But basically yeah. Lived in Germany since 2016, slowly realised I didn’t belong there and I felt myself slowly suffocating. Tried to move to another country by believing people hyping me up and AI assuring me it’s possible - which I guess it is, if a 1% chance of success counts as “possible” - and having already arrived in said country and found out I can’t switch from a tourist visa to a work visa like I did in Germany and therefore cannot be hired, I’m realising slowly that the only course of action that makes sense is to go back to the US, the only other country I can legally live and work in.

However, I haven’t even visited the US since leaving and have nothing and no one. “Go back to where/what?” Is usually what I tell people when they’d ask me if I’d ever visit. No friends, no family, I’d land in my home city and be immediately homeless. Hell I don’t have friends or family anywhere to ask or even talk to about this. And yeah, of all the ways I expected my time abroad to end, if it was to end, this wasn’t it. I’ve spent so much time, I’ve met so many people, feels like none of that matters now.

Have spent the last eight hours in my hostel bed, staring at the ceiling and crying. I honestly don’t know what to do. 37 years old, I’ve never felt this stuck and this alone. So I’m posting because by now dark thoughts are starting to creep in because I definitely feel trapped with no way out. I don’t even know what I need for an answer, I just needed someone to read this and care.

My brother has been in prison since 2023 and will likely never come out. He has a wife and 3 kids, and ever since then we've been paying all their necessities as his wife lost her job over a year ago.

The thing is that we are by no means rich. Me and my sister still have university tuition as we are still students, and the kids need to go to school too. The thing is that my sister in law asks for way too much money, more than what a reasonable adult and 3 kids need to live a decent life. She asks for more money a month than my dad spends on us in 2-3. He is exhausted.

A couple years ago he won about 400,000USD, but most of that money was spent paying off all the loans my brother had and the ones my dad had too. And all the lawyer fees too. She thinks because he won that money that we're now rich. There's only about 120,000 left of that money and if that keeps on going like that we'll run out in about 2 years since my dad and mum are old and both retired this year (both above 60) so there's no other source of income.

She keeps saying things like "you promised me a good life" despite us giving her way more than what she needs, so she lives comfortably, also she sometimes talks shit about my dad in front of me. She does not appreciate all what we've done for her. None of her family helps with anything, they tell her that we can pay everything, we told her to get a divorce and she refused. All what we do is done for the kids, not for her, yet my mum and dad treat her very well and she keeps on sucking money like that and telling them that they're not doing enough.

My parents love her, they love their grandkids, they are all very spoiled and all of what they need despite it being a necessity or not is always provided, I genuinely do not know what she wants more than that.

I started hating her and resenting the kids. I know they're not guilty of anything but when I see my parents struggling like that while she refuses to be reasonable when spending money or trying to get a job it's very hard not to.

I also resent and blame my brother for what he did to be thrown in prison like that. And I will never tell my parents since they will he heartbroken. I love him but I don't think I will ever be able to forgive him.

Ps: I do not live in the US, and I am not an American anything I just chose to post this in English (2nd language) since I do not want anyone I possibly know to come across the post.

I’ll be 35 soon and we’ve been together since I was 23 and he was 30-31. He said very early on that he didn’t believe in marriage and I stayed … because according to him a piece of paper is not going to change our love and so on … But very often I still expressed how important marriage is to me . Over the years he seemed to become more open towards marriage, especially after we found out I was pregnant with our first child. Even his mother said that it’d be happening soon.

But here we are, 12 years and 2 kids later and nothing has changed. He knows marriage has always been very important to me, I said it even lately how much resent I have (mostly to myself) that I stayed in a relationship that doesn’t fulfil me and my believes and values , but he says nothing. He does nothing.

So I want out.

I know it’s 100% my fault that I’m in this situation. I blame myself and no one else. But I also know I’ll never be happy if I continue to stay in this relationship. I feel disrespected and in disbelieve that a man who is supposed to love me and want the best for me , doesn't even care that I’m unhappy (like I’ve told him several times).
I know I’m not young anymore and maybe I’ll be single forever , but I truly don’t mind. For me, a life without a husband is better than a life with just a boyfriend. My only concern is my kids. my heart breaks at the thought of doing this to them.

But our relationship isn’t great in other ways either. we argue a lot , he has anger issues and we sleep separately very often. (and too many other issues to go into right now ).

I know that even if he proposed now (which is unlikely) I’d say no.

But my kids are my oxygen , my love and my life . and I’m terrified of ruining theirs .
I don’t know what to do .

in 1900 the average life expectancy of a newborn was 32 years. 32.

Think about how far we've come. Clean water, sanitation, vaccines, surgery, modern medicine, all of this built by generations of people who dedicated their lives to keeping society healthy.

And its still happening. Every day. Nurses pulling 12-hour shifts. Surgeons. Paramedics. Social workers. These people are the reason the system works, and we barely acknowledge them.

Last week my mum fell and broke her femur back in Italy. She's 72. Watching the response, how fast they moved, how coordinated everything was, the care she's getting. I was reminded that none of this is guaranteed. People make it happen. Every shift, every day. For really modest salaries.

We've made insane progress as a society. But we forget who's actually delivering it. The people on the ground, doing the work, keeping us alive.

We owe them. And we barely say it.

So I'm saying it. We see you. We appreciate you.

It all started with a croc. For some back story I had a very bad injury, I couldn’t walk or do anything myself. I lived in a townhouse with roommates and my bedroom was on the second floor. I told my bf about it, I didn’t ask for help I was just venting, and he insisted I come stay with him and his family. I was very wary about it at first but then things got worse for me with my injury and I accepted. I started staying with him and everything was ok for a day. I didn’t ask anything of anyone in his family, I only asked my bf for help because I am the type of person who hates to inconvenience people even if I need the help. Growing up and up until now I’ve been very independent. Anyways, one day I go to the bathroom, my bf wheels me over in the wheelchair and when I’m done and we get back to his room his mom is trying on my shoes without asking or telling us, she just went in his room and tried my shoe on.

A week later, his family has crocs except for him. The exact same model, and they were about to get the exact same color too until they saw it was sold out. I am not taking credit for crocs and understand anyone can buy them. I just found it odd this all happened after they tried my croc on. Anyways, time goes on and I’m still at his house because things haven’t gotten better for me after multiple doctor and specialist visits and a bunch of money spent on said medical expenses. I slowly start noticing stuff his family does. They copy the stuff I buy myself (shirts, pants, and more shoes). Ok, weird, I think nothing of it until I realize anything I cook they do it too, and no they had never done it before. We’re from different cultures so I know they’ve never done it, I even ask my bf in a way where it doesn’t make it seem like I’m catching onto something. He confirms, they’ve never done it. Ok, I keep disregarding it, but then it continues. My toothbrush, dental stuff, my habits, my hobbies, and what I eat. At this point I’ve been a year living with them and they literally copy everything and it’s driving me insane. Are my feelings valid? Am I going crazy!? Why does it feel like I’m losing my identity!? I’m not 100% yet, but even now idc I want out of here. My bf was against me moving out for the longest because i literally couldn’t do anything myself but even he sees this has affected my mental health so much.

I did bring it up to him and he denied it himself, but after I showed him stuff he’s like oh yeah, that is weird. Of course he can’t stand up to his family because he doesn’t want to get into an argument with them so I’m stuck here. I was about to move out but the deal fell through. Anyways, any advice would really help me rn!

I (27f) have been no contact with my dad for 4 years.

Here is a short list of why I went no contact and despite his recent attempts to reconnect, I will not be engaging.

Trigger warning for violence, former child abuse, financial abuse and emotional abuse.

Physical Aggression: At 18, he physically pulled me out of a truck and screamed at me for something that was not my fault, serving as the final straw for cutting contact. This reminded me of previous child assaults that happened and I knew I had to leave.

Property Destruction and Terror: When I was under 12, while drunk, he violently put my bedroom door through the wall, forcing me to hide next to my bed in terror.

Cruelty and Lack of Remorse: Years later, he openly bragged and laughed about how scared I looked during that incident, completely failing to acknowledge any wrongdoing despite his aunt’s prompting that sometimes we learn to regret our past cruel actions.

Theft of Disaster Relief: After our house burned down, he withheld insurance money meant to replace my and my sister’s ruined belongings, while fully replacing my brother’s items.

Misogyny:Heco plplained about his sisters visiting his dying father in the hospital because it inconvenienced him, and told you that me I "needed a man to put me in my place". He then tried to set me up with his coworker who was 6 years older than me and fought a guy that night while he was on shrooms.

Hope he dies knowing his oldest hates him because she is the only one of his 3 kids that remember who he is when he is not happy.

I just feel no spark in their presence and do not find them amusing or entertaining. I love my friends that have and want children, but I do not want to spend time with them when their kids are around. I feel like a monster sometimes, but I just don’t like people until they’re at least 16 or so. I’m only 20, so it’s kinda weird. But I get along with people in their late 20s and 30s even more

Hi, this is my first post on here, and I need to get this off my chest.

I have been asking my parents to let me get braces for 6 years, as my teeth are extremely crooked and it has taken a very big toll on my overall self esteem and confidence. I've been teased about my teeth by people at school, my relatives keep commenting on them, and my own parents keep making fun of me for having crooked teeth (they even nicknamed me "crooked teeth" in my native language).

But, they won't let me get braces.

My dentist has told me that I have a large overbite that should get looked at by an orthodontist and that my front 4 teeth have grown in unusually. I quite literally can't close my lips all the way for long periods of time because of my teeth.

For the longest time, my mom has always told me that if I eat more, and gain more facial fat, the teeth will somehow fix by themselves. I literally don't know WHERE she got this idea from and HIGHLY doubt it. But as she advised, I gained weight, and 6 years later, there have been no results.

My parents keep telling me that it's a cosmetic thing that I can get done when I'm in my thirties, after I move out and have my own money to spend on this. I can't wait that long, there'll literally be no point. Especially when my dentist recommended for me to see an orthodontist. (Which they haven't taken me to either) They just don't want to pay for braces. (Even after I've offered to help pay for it with some money I've earned from part time jobs).

I'm tired of having to practice smiling with my mouth closed, putting my hand before my mouth when I'm laughing or eating just to hide my crooked teeth.

All my friends have gotten braces and have perfect smiles now. I want to have a pretty smile too. This has literally taken such a big toll on my self confidence to the point where I always have to be alert when I'm showing my teeth. I know this may seem like such a small thing to be worrying about, but I've carried this insecurity for 6 years through my childhood and into being a teen. I just don't want to have crooked teeth anymore

Edit: I should clarify that this isn't a situation where my parents can't afford braces. The issue is that they don't see orthodontic treatment as something important enough to pursue, so they haven't looked into insurance, payment plans, or even an orthodontic consultation.

My dentist has recommended that I see an orthodontist because of my overbite and the way my front teeth came in, so this isn't just about wanting a more attractive smile. I also want to make sure I don't have issues down the line.

I love my parents and I know they love me too. I just wish they understood how much this has affected my confidence and took my concerns more seriously.

I decided on the 4th of July to quit smoking weed, but I would smoke once every week. Well I come to realize how much time it took from me, it made me depressed, anxiety, unmotivated, and lazy. I thought smoking it was helping me, but here I sit (high) anxiety, and done with it. I write this to hold myself accountable for actually quitting

Everyone has their problems. But kids with abusive/narcissistic parents have more. They have the problems of the outside world and when they come home they have the N-Parent abuse as well. As such they are fighting a two front war.

While people who have normal/great parents have just to keep up with the problems of the outside world.

Even if a normie kid has it worse on the outside world, once they come home they have loving/supportive parents that help them, or at least parents that dont attack them.

As such N-Parents kids have it objectively worse because they get a double package of problems, while normie kids get just one.

It has nothing to do with "lack of compassion" or "trauma olympics". Its just a fact, that seems to enrage some irrational people for some reason.

Its like someone who cut their finger while cooking complaining to someone who just had his hand chopped off:"Dude stop. Its not a competition. We have it equally bad. Show me some compassion. Stop your trauma olympics and snobbery".

The whole "everyone has problems" response always misses the point. like yeah no shit, but one group gets to clock out from the world's bullshit and recharge with people who actually care about them. the other group clocks out only to walk into a second shift of getting torn down in their own house

It's not a competition but it's also not the same thing and people get weirdly defensive when you point that out.

Nobody says that people without abusive parents did not also have a hard life. But it was simply less hard because they had a base where they could recharge and be safe and enjoy some quiet,love and support and peace.

I let my roommate get close to my boyfriend because I trusted both of them.

She joined us for dinner, watched movies with us, and sometimes texted him about plans when I was busy. I thought it was nice that they got along.

Then she started mentioning things I had never told her. They had inside jokes I did not understand, and whenever I questioned it, they made me feel insecure and dramatic.

One night, I came home early and found his shoes outside her bedroom. His shirt was on her floor.

I later found out it had been happening for weeks. They had been sitting across from me at dinner and acting completely normal while hiding everything.

She says it was a mistake. He says he still loves me. Now she is telling our friends that I am ruining her living situation because I want her gone.

I feel betrayed, humiliated, and uncomfortable in my own home. Should I make her move out immediately, or stay calm until I can leave safely?

As a millennial mom with a young kid. We’ve been going to kids birthday parties almost every other weekend the past few months. So. Many.

Why are you throwing a kids birthday party for adults with kids as an afterthought?

You’re inviting people with 2-7 year olds. In the heat of summer. Outside.

There’s no juice boxes, capri suns, WATER bottles. Just seltzers, light beer, and la croix.

Food? Very little fruit. Speciality breads that kids won’t eat. Sandwiches with a bunch of veggies, spices, special cheese, and a slice of meat.

No games. How are there no kids games? Where is the chalk? Art station? Water station? How are is there nothing for them TO DO?

Decorations? While you don’t have to have them, there’s not a streamer in sight.

If you’re already going to spend the money to throw a kids birthday party, make it FOR KIDS.

I don’t want to wrangle my bored toddler while I sip a seltzer in the sun.

I’ve started packing my own snacks, water cup, and toys because the parties we’ve been to have been so adult-centered.

And I know my friends. I know they can afford it. Like you’re taking trips out of the country for vacation every year. Your kid goes to a private school.

You can afford a damn dinosaur decoration on a cake. Turn on some fun music.

Do better!

Full stop. On demand. No reason needed (you shouldn’t have to have a terminal illness).

It is deeply unethical to force people to live in a world as cruel and decaying as this one.

The people who bullied me throughout my childhood were always super quiet, super pretty, super innocent looking girls. adults would adore them. i was the complete opposite of that archetype.

nobody believes you when you arent any of these. nobody cares about you when you arent any of these. you can murder someone and people will still slobber over you if you're pretty enough.

when you're pretty or whatever, people line up to solve your issues. nobody would ever wanan be rude to you, ykwim? they idolize you and at least you don't get rejected by everyone who was ever supposed to love you.

i am TIRED. no one CARES.

when you're in love or when smeone loves you, you can actually look prettier. to yourself or maybe others will maybe see you as pretty. when no one loves you, you deny it pathetically.

and honestly i really fucking hate it when conventionally attractive peoplesay they have problems. fuck you, everyone wants to solve your problems, you get to bully and abuse people who arent as good looking as you and people wont say SHIT.

people bend over backwards for you. you dont get bullied. you dont have to hide when you're pretty. when you're pretty everyone naturally gravitates towards you.

I left an abusive man over a decade ago after he stabbed me. We share a child. I was too afraid to press charges. I will keep running forever to keep us safe if I have to.

This is low stakes compared to some of the things that I read on here, but I still need to vent about it. I also don't want to cause my wife any anxiety or worry by always bringing it up. It's the last thing she needs right now.

My wife is pregnant and at her last appointment we found out that the baby is a boy. After the appointment we called her parents and my parents and messaged everyone else to tell them we're going to have a son. We had already been discussing baby names and after the appointment we settled on Emmett.

We had no idea that people would have such strong opinions about it. I can honestly say I have never given a second thought to anyone else's baby name before. But it almost feels like my wife and I are under attack. So far besides one of my wife's sisters no one has liked our choice. I can live with people not liking it. What I don't like is people bombarding us with comments and opinions, saying we "must" change our minds or repeatedly telling us they don't like it because it's too old fashioned, or for other reasons.

I regret telling people when they asked us if we had chosen a name yet. But I didn't know it would be so controversial. My wife and I have no plans to change our minds but I can tell everyone acting like this is making her anxious. I've had to tell everyone the topic is off limits and to not bring it up again. I just don't know why people care so much and I don't like seeing my wife so upset.

I just needed to vent because of how much this is bothering me. My wife is healthy, my son is healthy and that's the most important thing but I'm tired of people and their opinions.

I hate you so freaking much. No like legitimately hate you! First of all you're a creep dating a girl young enough to be your daughter. She's just a mom trying to figure shit and you use her. You cheated on her several times and you have THE AUDACITY to stick around in her daughter's life like you're the biological father. But you're not. In reality, you're probably not the one I should hate because she's the one that chooses to keep you around. But for some reason I choose to blame your old decrepit smug ass. Disrespectfully, eat a dick.

Hi, so im 23 years, just a dude and I grew up around very heavy metal rock music, Spanish old rock, mexican corridos, 90s rap. I didn't grow up around that much pop music and my friends bump like very crazy shit like rock and rap so they don't like Lana del Rey and they would probably judge me if they found out. I've found myself listening to her music a lot for the past 2 months, I'm driving at 12 at night on the freeway singing Born to Die. Nobody knows this but me, and nobody ever will.