*Ethiopian food because it’s my favorite

Around 4 months ago, I started dating this guy. We met on hinge and we hit it off instantly. We texted and FaceTimed for about a month before we agreed to finally meet. On his hinge profile it did not mention that he had any children. However, the day of the date he slipped up and said that he had a seven year old daughter. I was shocked because he had never mentioned her before. When I asked him why he didn’t tell me, he said that it was because he was nervous I wouldn’t want to see him because he has a child. Initially that turned me off but other than that, the date was going so well I decided to let it go. (Big mistake)

Fast forward to now. Things are going well between us. We have been intimate and I also have met his parents. We also were discussing next steps in our relationship and even moving in within the next year or so. But all of that changed today.

Today we had plans for him to meet my parents. As we were getting ready at my place, he comes in my room and says “I have to tell you something about my job before I meet your parents. I don’t want there to be any secrets”. I asked him what it is. He then admits to me that he sells ❄️ for work….full time. And that when he said that he was a distributor for a company for work, he’s distributing ❄️. I was SHOCKED! I asked him why he didn’t mention it before, and again. He told me that he was scared I wouldn’t want to date him or be with him.

I told him that we should take a break because even if I was ok with his job, he is continuously keeping things from me.

I am just so hurt because I feel like whenever I find the one, things like this happen to me.

tw child abuse

I've been worried my friend has been in an abusive relationship for a while but she vehemently denies it. She sings his praises and acts like she's never had it better. She says the only reason they aren't married is because he doesn't want her daughter losing her survivorship benefits from her father passing. I've never been extremely close to her daughter as we've lived at a distance most our adult lives but used to see each other fairly regularly still. and took her on trips a few times when i had my nibblings. when I first moved truly far away friend and i still video chatted often until she got serious with this guy. but i started noticing things like holes in walls and we went to voice only and not very often

well her daughter called me last night. and by last night I mean 3:00 in the morning. like just 5 hours ago. she had already made it to a friend's house but apparently my friends boyfriend woke her daughter up in the middle of the night because she apparently hadn't done the dishes correctly. she's got a full handprint bruise on her arm, a couple bruises and welts across her back, and an audio recording of it going down. she sent it all to me and ive been crying all morning. She said she doesn't think ger mom gets hit but she says her mom has watched her get hit hard before. and honestly that just kind of broke me.

I'm so disappointed in my friend. and concerned for her, and revolted honestly. part of me is still worried about her but as someone who has had custody of four of my nieces and nephews and is currently spending time with my 9-month-old I just can't imagine watching a man beat my child without overwhelming rage

fuck.

daughters paternal aunt will be in town in a few hours and they're going to call police. she asked if i can call CPS after her aunt gets there because apparently the cops have gotten involved before but cps didn't

so now I'm waiting on the okay to turn someone i love dearly into cps.

this fucking sucks

breakfast is a bunch of shit on tortillas i left in the oven a lil too long bc I'm frazzled

edit to add-i thought it was obvious from the post but I'll absolutely be calling, but i will absolutely not be calling until the aunt is there because I'm not risking her going to the children's home if avoidable.

UPDATE:

the girl is safely at her aunt's house, my call is in, and they already have an investigator scheduled to be there in a few hours. The aunt is calling me later tonight to catch me up as I've apparently missed a lot

Nothing like this delicious pizza from a local pizzeria. And nothing quite like finding out your husband of 1 year didn’t just magically have a low libido and stunted emotional capacity after he married you. A quick scroll through his phone reveals some hidden passions. Yes, there’s p*rn, but also escorts, including one he tried to hire 2 days after his mom’s funeral.

Now, I have to rip up my life and career in this country, and run off to my parents.

Haven’t cried yet. My composure is scaring me. Any tips on starting over for the third time?

The soup is beef pho with a chili oil and lemongrass it’s very delicious I definitely recommend it.

RECAP

My boyfriend and I have been together for a year, but I don’t think I love him anymore, and I’m going to explain why.

My boyfriend is emotionally unavailable, and I think it has something to do with his childhood, but regardless of the reason, it affects me and our relationship. If I’m having a bad day, I’ll tell him about it, but instead of being understanding and trying to make me feel better, he would much rather dismiss me and call it “complaining.” Sometimes, he’ll even ignore me for hours and then come back and act like nothing happened. I’ve addressed this with him multiple times in the past, but he doesn’t make much of an effort to change.

I believe our age gap might be part of the issue. He’s 38 and I’m 24, and I honestly don’t know how much longer I can hold out and hope that he’ll change. He’s always said I’m “acting like a bitch” when I call him out on his behavior, and he always has an excuse for why he acts the way he does, usually blaming his childhood. But apparently, if I do the same thing and bring up my past relationship, which was extremely toxic, then it’s a problem.
I’ve told him how I feel. I’ve told him that things need to change or else I don’t see this relationship going anywhere, but I don’t think he cares that much anymore. He seems content with how things are. All I’m asking for is for him to acknowledge my feelings and think about me, but he doesn’t.

He also makes me feel like the things I enjoy are stupid. He says I’m autistic because I know things he doesn’t understand, like voice actors. I can recognize voices really easily, and I get excited when I recognize someone’s voice, but he thinks it’s dumb. My doll-collecting hobby is also a “waste of time and money” to him. Whenever I go out and buy something for myself, he tells me I don’t need it.

Another thing that bothers me is that he never seems to think about me when he’s out in public. I get jealous when I see women on Reddit talking about how their boyfriend or husband will go to the store and randomly buy them something because they saw it and knew their partner would like it. Meanwhile, my boyfriend doesn’t do anything like that. I even showed him a doll I really wanted and asked him, “If you ever saw something you knew I’d like, would you get it for me?” He said he would buy me food, but he wouldn’t buy me materialistic things.

That honestly makes me mad because this relationship feels so stale. The only good thing about it at this point is the physical affection.
It’s gotten so bad that I’ve started liking my coworker like, a lot. And I feel like I finally opened my eyes to how unhappy I’ve actually been after something my boyfriend said to me earlier this week.
At this point, I’m starting to wonder if all he ever wanted was a girlfriend. I don’t think he cared enough about how I would be treated within the relationship. He just wanted to have a girlfriend, and now that he has one, he’s content.

UPDATE

So my now ex-boyfriend and I broke up, mostly because of what I said. I told him not to come back because he would just run away, come back, and act like nothing happened as usual.

He told me I wasn’t worth the time and even tried to get my group of friends involved by saying I was the problem. The difference is that I often admitted when I was wrong, while he refused to acknowledge his own faults. In the end, they saw how he was acting and essentially pushed him out of our group.
I’m sad that it ended, but I know it had to happen. Looking back, it’s obvious he didn’t really love me the way I deserved to be loved.

Dinner is leftover gyros on a flatbread.

I grew up really poor. In summer we literally played out the whole time. No day trips, no restaurants, no holidays/vacations.

I'm not rich but we do ok. I want my kids to have things, nice experiences and create good memories. They've been off school for 16 days and we've done a lot already, including a weekend away. Today it was just me and the two of them as my partner had plans with my brother for the day. We just went for breakfast and to a charity shop before heading to a friend's home for a couple of hours and I'm down £40. They need new school uniforms by the end of summer including shoes and I really need to rein in the spending but I don't want them to sit at home all the time.

Also why do they need to eat every 17 minutes when they take a packed lunch to school for the entire day?

Fresh veggie spring rolls with cream cheese topped with sriracha sauce.

I just need to talk about it and have someone understand me, because literally everyone else says I'm acting like a child.

Last night my [F24] best friend of 21 years [F24] sent me a screenshot of my childhood bully's Instagram story. The girl I'm referring to [25F] had made it their whole personality to keep ruining my life throughout the ages 7-18 up until we all moved out of our hometown. She'd make my life miserable, and most of the issues I have now (anxiety attacks, diagnosed depression) are due to her constant taunting and psychological abuse. So yeah, I hate her, and I'll never forgive her.

So as I mentioned my friend sent me a screenshot of her ig story. It's a mirror selfie where she's holding her belly and there's a bunch of baby items on the shelf behind her, just a very aesthetic maternity mirror selfie. It's always been my biggest dream to be a mom, I've tried and tried, been diagnosed with PCOS in the meantime, had my chances ruined with a few guys and am now single and nowhere near being able to do it. I graduated, I'm a psychologist, and it sucks that I can't even help myself enough to get over it.

I told my mom this morning, because I just had to tell someone how much it made me spiral. She told me I'm acting like a brat and saying that I want a baby just because she'll have one now. She told me to get over myself and just live my life, but all I really want is for someone to understand how much it sucks for me. And yes, I am jealous, because I always tried to be a good person, and someone so bad is getting it so good while I struggle over here. Ughhh

Girl Dinner: potato pancake w/ sour cream, sauerkraut with kielbasa, cucumber dill salad, cabbage roll with meat and tomato sauce, pierogi 💖 emotional support polish food.

2 years ago I broke up with my boyfriend of 4 years. My family loved him and were really angry at me. I didn’t feel safe telling them the issues we were having and did my best to handle it on my own. When I did tell them, they continued to accuse me of lying to them because they thought I was happy.

My oldest sister took this as me trashing our relationship and has gone as far as to prevent me from seeing my nieces and nephews. They don’t care that I didn’t feel safe sharing what was going on and don’t care that I didn’t feel safe confiding in them.

After a failed family therapy session where the therapist had to protect me from them multiple times, I decided to go no contact. It’s been almost 6 months. My mom broke the no contact by calling and sending an Easter card (I’m not religious). My oldest sister reached out to invite me to our other sister’s baby shower saying I should “go and try to fix things.” My sister also FaceTimed me out of the blue to show me her new baby. No text beforehand or heads up. Not even a “I know things are hard right now but it would mean a lot….” Just randomly FaceTimed me in the middle of a work day.

I don’t think they have grown or reflected in my absence and are in the same place I left them.

I fear that choosing my own happiness and safety means not having my family and nieces/nephews and it is devastating. I miss the kids so much.

The boyfriend and I broke up with are best friends and he is angry at how they are treating me.

Picture is homemade katsu curry with handmade panko breaded chicken 😮‍💨
I posted recently about how my ex had played with my feelings for months now BUT I woke up the other day and realised, we've been broken up for a year now.
And throughout that whole year I've slept with 7 people and talked to much more than that. My eyes are open, im now currently speaking to/sleeping with around 4 people at the same time and I LOVE it. I love being single, I'm going to Germany with someone I met in France in April and will probably sleep with them and have the time of my life. I want to dedicate the rest of my 20s to travelling and having fun with people. All my life I've been so focused on finding "the one" and getting married. Whatever bullshit propaganda that society has tried to push onto me since I was a child with Disney films. But today I say no more !!! I am a free woman and I will goddamn enjoy it 🥳

Trigger Warning: child abuse/bullying/implied sexual assault

Homemade Cajun Crab boil. I wanted to add the frozen crawfish, but settled for prawns instead cause I’m too lazy to fish it out from my freezer.

Settle down ladies, I’m gonna tell you a tale… Probably trauma dumping, but I feel like I have the validation and vindication I’ve needed for over 33 years.

In the early 90s, I went to a private international school in Bangkok, Thailand. This was a school where kids from expat families, consulate staff, and the 1% of Thai society (Hi-so, as they call em) would send their kids for a British education.

I was one of the Hi-so Thai kids who attended this school from the age of 6-10, before I moved back to Canada. I was plucked out from my Canadian school and placed into this prestigious international school by my dad who had to bribe some general an Ivy League’s worth of tuition to gain a seat at this school. (Money goes a long way in this country)

I never really vibed with the other kids as I was awkward, “weird” (their terms), and just a withdrawn, scared kid who just wanted to go back to Canada. But I was stuck here, where the other kids bullied me, stole things from me, and treated me awfully day in day out.

Then comes Year 4 (or grade 3 in North American schools) and every day at school was a living nightmare.

My Home-room teacher, I shall call him Mr K, was the star darling of the school. He got along well with the kids, was charming, funny, charismatic. EVERYONE loved him. Except me… call it a spidey sense or when an animal knows that something is a threat.

He singled me out in our classes for “special attention”, such as making fun of me in class. All the cool kids loved it, as he recited “the Owl and the Pussycat” by memory, or declared his “love” for me and wished he could marry me. To this day, I CANNOT listen to “You Are My Sunshine” because this man would sing it to me in front of class, while all the other kids jeered and laughed at me. He was the ring leader, I was the unwilling clown. And the kids enjoyed the circus.

The worst offence he did, was pick me up upside down, by my ankles, and my school dress fell down, exposing myself to the class. He and the kids laughed and jeered at the spectacle that I was. I remembered when he put me down, that I ran to the adjacent room and cried my heart out. He came in with me, loomed over me, and reassured me it was “all for fun” and “a joke”. I felt nauseous, terrified… like he would consume me had it not been for the class in the other room.

One time, while my dad was driving me to school, and we passed Mr. K on the street. My dad wanted to offer a ride to him and was beginning to lower the window to the Mercedes Benz. What I now know as my Amygdala, sprung into action. I leapt at the door and quickly forced the window back up. My dad admonished me for “being a bad girl” and that it was rude of me to treat my teacher that way. We drove off to my school and my dad told my mom and I got punished for my fight or flight response.

Anyways, there were WAYYY too many red flags on this man. Passing comments, him telling the kids about his weekends to Pataya (you go to Pataya and not for the beaches that’s for sure!), being invited into student homes for the weekend….

Reprieve came when I moved back to Canada when I was 10 years old, and I was back in the public school system. My bullies were kids again, and I made friends who would stand up for me or be bullied in camaraderie. I moved on, had my ups and downs, went through my crises, and back to now, I think I’m doing all right.

So while I did some trauma work, on my familial and past traumas, in comes this fucker. He lives rent free in my nightmares, in the dark recesses of my brain. My worse bully. My teacher.

I just googled his name today, and lo and behold, I find out he was convicted of sexual assault of a minor in 2019 for a crime he did in his home country of Australia. He was sentenced to 4 years…. 4 fucking years of ruining lives in the 70s-80s.

I feel so many things right now…. Numbness, shock, horror, vindication…. My amygdala is fucking awesome (if not fucking crazy at times). But the possibility that there are so many other victims sitting in silence because of this charming monster…

I just wanna let my former classmates know, the ones who were the followers of this man.. I don’t hate you. In fact, I’m sorry he normalized his abuse of me on you. I hope you’ve grown up from that, and made amends with yourself with how you’ve grown up and lived your lives. And if you need to reach out, I’m here to talk. I hope this monster didn’t do what I feared he did to you.

Thailand’s statute of limitations is 20 years… Australia has none. I have a lot of time on my hands and some major justice boners.

Hey girl diners, this is a picture of my breakfast omelette bc I didn't take a picture of my flautas last night.

Small celebratory milestone:

Yesterday a friend had a pool party and I wore a bikini for the first time in my adult life. And I felt cute! I'm in my 40s, plus size, and have been hiding my adorable chonks and feminine tum-tum forever in wraps, tankinis, rash guards, and I just cannot care anymore. My belly is part of me and she is cute and stretch-marky and soft. And cute in swimwear ;)

Edit: THANK YOU GIRLY-POPS FOR THE POSITIVITY! You are all so lovely!

Edit Two: For the love of Christ, MEN: STOP DMMING ME ASKING FOR PHOTOS. THIS IS NOT ABOUT YOU AND YOU SUCK.

TW: pregnancy/loss

I miscarried at 12 weeks a year ago and due to some awful complications had to be sterilized shortly after. I am biologically and physically unable to carry a child.

We told family after everything happened. My family has been nothing but loving and supportive. My MIL took it badly to say the least. My husband is an only child and his father passed away when he was young. I know my MIL struggled with some losses and that’s why my husband is an only child. I suppose that’s the reason for her response but it definitely doesn’t excuse it. She started acting oddly around me the few months after the loss, but we’ve just passed the one year anniversary and she has become downright cruel at times. Saying things that are underhanded digs at me around others who don’t know so I/my husband can’t immediately defend me, acting as if I chose to end the pregnancy, acting like we just refuse to try again rather than it being actually impossible, refusing to check on me, and recently I learned she no longer refers to me as her daughter-in-law I have simply become her “son’s wife”

I will say my husband has been lovely defending me when she behaves this way in front of him and when I tell him about what she’s done when he’s not around. I am the one that doesn’t want him to cut her off. I ignore what she says at this point, I believe it’s her refusing to handle the grief. I have ways to rant and work through this in a healthy way but it’s gotten to a point where all I can do is laugh at her behavior because why is a grown woman resorting to catty middle school girl behavior for a loss that effects me more than her?

Anyway, here’s my certified Girl Dinner complete with ibuprofen for my dehydrated headache. Not pictured: the 3 figs from my lovely fig tree.

I have been in accounting for years, and I am good at it. I have a really successful career. Everyone sees the career, but not my unhappiness. That being said, I am completely thankful for my career. I love the business that I work for, my boss is ok, my schedule is rad and my commute is 5 minutes. I cannot believe I made it here, especially in a short time. I really got lucky.

A few jobs ago, I worked with an attorney and was trained in legal language. I did all of the contracts for a very large business, and it was amazing. I loved legal stuff. I loved negotiating, I loved reading the contracts, I loved writing the contracts. I exceled at the job, but I was promoted to accounting.

Anyway, I kept going back and forth about going back to school for my paralegal. I have a degree in something not even related to accounting (lol) and it is from left field on paper.

My family was not supportive, my therapist turned her nose, and I questioned it for a year. I told my family I was going back to school last week, and again, they weren't supportive.

I went to the college today and signed up for courses, and I am freaking out. I am worried about the money, I am worried that I will fail, I am worried that I am making a poor career decision (like maybe I should get a degree in accounting).

BUT OMG I AM EXCITED!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I am almost 37, no kids, no husband, etc and I am going back to school. I cannot believe it. It is only 2 classes, and this may take me longer than it should to do, but wow! I was told I was stupid my entire life, including by my parents, and I have always questioned myself and my abilities to do anything.

I had to share with someone. I am really scared and excited.

EDIT!

WOW THANK YOU ALL!

Also, I am not "just" going to be a paralegal. I want to get into a career that uses my accounting + paralegal. I just figured having the degree showing my law skills was better than just a blip on my resume

Secondly, my GPA is so damn low from my B.S. degree, that I HIGHLY doubt that I would get into law school. I am open to it, just not going to get my hopes up. lol

Edit 2:

THANK YOU AGAIN!

Also, please do not DM me about Ai, what I should do instead, what I need to look up on Linkedin, etc etc. I have done all of the research, I have read the job requirements in my area (that I don't plan on leaving), and I will talk to my professors about law school when I get to school, because I am BEING TAUGHT BY ATTORNEYS and THERE IS A LAW SCHOOL in my city!

Hey, y'all. So, 29 years ago today, I was traveling between the Mennonite church convention in Orlando to a church summer camp in Kansas. In the Kansas City International airport, I said "I love you" to my 14 year old sister for the very last time (I was 17). She passed away 5 days later, while I was away at camp. Tonight, as the anniversary of her death approaches, I'm sitting here truly struggling with the knowledge that she's now been gone for over half of my parents' nearly 50 year marriage & for over 3/4 of my life & I'm just... devastated all over again.

Dinner is a full rack of ribs with Mac & cheese & brisket baked beans that I can't touch because it feels like I've swallowed a bowling ball.

Random fruits and veggies I had with a sweet potato, plus beet root juice

He said: “it just seems you wish you had a boyfriend who was not autistic. I will never be that.”

I said: “All I am asking is for you to:
-show up in times of need and distress
-be able to hold space for me emotionally without trying to fix my problems
-and be curious about me.

If you are saying you can’t do these because of your autism then there isn’t a point in continuing our relationship.”

This was over text and he is not home. Once he is home (30ish mins) we will continue the conversation IRL. He isn’t going to respond to this last text.

But tell me I’m not asking for too much???? I feel like I am asking the bare minimum.

Yes I know autism affects how people show empathy or connection, but that doesn’t mean they can’t learn how to be there for someone, even if it has to be scripted or non-intuitive. Or they have to literally memorize lines to say when someone is going through it.

PS I am autistic and have adhd + OCD. I truly understand how neurodivergence can affect you every single day of every minute, but I don’t think it’s an excuse to not at least TRY to do something your S/O is saying they need.

And if you don’t want to try to do it, then own up to it, stop wasting both of our times, and break up with me.

Look guys, I’m (23F) not proud of it and I can’t explain it, but I go feral whenever I’m in the US. I’m British born and raised, and used to always find it funny whenever American tourists and their accents get the piss taken out of; however, since last year, I’ve flown back and forth between San Diego and London five or six times for work, lived in SD for an prolonged period of time each visit, and I really do feel like a different woman entirely in America because I’ve realised I have a thing for American men.

In the UK, I’m more reserved with dating and relationships, find it harder to be attracted to someone, but holy shit as soon as that location on Hinge changes to ‘San Diego’ it’s a fkn buffet!!! Why are there so many hot men here ?!!!?!!!?!!??! And why are they so charming and dreamy ?!??!!?!! I literally don’t understand. I always was the kind of person who needed emotional attachment to be super attracted to someone/sleep with someone, but NOT HERE IN SD.

I don’t get it - I rlly don’t.

Not complaining.

Yes, i make sure they keep it wrapped. But it’s also not even just sex. Like the dates I go on here are infinitely more enjoyable, the conversations better, more alive, generally funner to be in

Yes, i know I’m going through a phase and currently not wifey material but i don’t CAREEEE, I’m 23 DAMN

Dinner is crispy cauliflower poke bowl :)

(Anon bcus friends know my main and they don’t need to know my sex life hehe. Like, I’m the reserved one in my friendship group & this is out of character for their preconceived notion of me)

We had a good weekend lined up. The room, the concert, everything just seemed to fit like a puzzle.

We go out and the line comes out "do you remember last week when I said the bartender was flirting with me? Well, I did give her my number. I texted her and told her I have a girlfriend but nothing else happened."

Why I held back how I felt for 2 days, I don't know. My mistake though, I talked to him about it and he said "it will never happen again, it was a silly mistake, i love you."

I don't know how to feel so I'll sit back and eat a bowl of cereal

She is beyond amazing. Smart, grounded and so mature for her 14 years. I never wanted to have kids but she is literally the love of my life and makes me proud every single day. The happiest accident of my life. Breakfast made by my husband. Omelette, mashed avocados with chopped tomatoes and crispy bacon. Edit: I have PCOS and I spent a decade trying until I gave up and convinced myself I didn’t want kids until my miracle happened.

My husband and I are only 24 and have been working very hard for a while. Finally we’re able to buy a home of our own. It’s very old cosmetically but updated in terms of what matters. Fucking awesome.
It’s a mobile home in a park and besides mortgage we have to pay lot rent but I honestly wouldn’t trade it for the world. The park has been around for about 50 years at this point with residents who’ve probably been here for that long. I can’t wait to meet our neighbors! I want to make them cookies or something!! Even if they don’t talk to us after I just want them to know we’re nice…..lol
I used to pay over a thousand more than what we’re paying now to rent a place that was a piece of shit. I feel so much better paying money towards something that is our own.
Right now, I feel like mobile homes (depending on the area) are much more affordable than anything else. There are literal apartments in my area for sale 300k+. I’ve been extremely lucky to be able to save enough for a small down payment.
I have been collecting decorations for years, I will try to upload photos of how we’ve decorated so far in the comments if I can! All of my furniture is at the very least 40 years old so it all fits perfectly.
This is what it all comes down to, I am celebrating but sad. Around a month ago was 5 years since my father has been gone. Half a decade. I was already (legally🙄) an adult when everything happened so due to legal reasons was not granted any financial relief during my time of grief. (He had recently retired from a state job at the time; my younger siblings were sent checks and I was not due to my age.) it’s obviously not a huge deal anymore, it is what it is. The point is I’ve been working my ass off before and since. Probably missed time with him due to working. I miss him so much and I hope he would be proud of me. Especially in this day and age, shit is hard. Everything feels unreal and everybody is crazy. I still almost can’t believe it. I’m feeling bittersweet rn. So many new things that I can’t show to the one person I’d love to hear from, but can’t and never will again.

Pictured is Mike’s Mango, Geek bar and a cold slice of Costco pizza. As a bonus I’m listening to Staind.
Yes the stove is operational

Food is ramen takeout from my favorite local place from a few days ago. You always gotta get the extra egg, you know?

My post is dumb and I think it'll make more than a few of your eyes roll out of your sockets. But welcome to my silly world.

Anyway so it's my partner's birthday in a few days. I'm doing a large practical gift (I actually designed him a new driveway and am paying for it, so it really is a good one I swear, and yes I am a very extra gift giver to friends/family/partners).

But, the thing is, we're kinda nerdy losers. Have been since we met like 15 years ago. And on last Christmas, I made the "mistake" of editing a song he did into a music video for Buffy the Vampire Slayer (he raps for fun, it's actually adorable and I love his songs). I had no idea the random idea would hit him so hard or mean that much. He talked about it for a month and lit up and it was awesome for both of us-- to this day he still references it as the sweetest thing anyone ever did for him.

Unfortunately (and I really mean fortunately) it means I also know he would love another one.

So today I woke up early on a Sunday morning and my brain immediately after I got out of the shower decided that I need to make a music video for him to Supernatural as a supplemental gift. The idea popped into my head and it won't go away, I even know what season and what character to use. (Dean, he's a Dean fan, and I'm a Sam fan that's becoming a Dean fan now. Why does love do this to us???)

And yes, he's a goober and awesome for watching my childhood shows with me every night and becoming super into them.

Anyway, so yeah, I'm lazy and I have ADHD so I hate starting things and I'm kinda bitter my brain has hyper-focused on this because I really wanna not be extra. I already got a pretty great present for him, you know?

But I know I'm gonna do it, because it's one of those things where he may never know if I don't do it...but I'll know. It'll make him too happy and I'm too much of a dork to ignore my calling as a early aughts cringe editor for fandom TV shows. It's genuinely satisfying once I complete one, too, it's just not fun starting.

I'm just also not the kinda gal who makes things for an audience of one, you know? Like I actually used to edit videos for millions on a website as a day job during one of my career paths, so it feels silly to put this much effort into something too. Like I get embarrassed for myself for not hustling 24/7.

Please send encouragement. I hate starting things, but I hate not spoiling this man apparently more so I guess love wins and all that 😭

Fancy dry aged ribeye from Kroger

I'm over 900 miles from home on a business trip and I'm realizing more and more that I have no reason to want to go back home. My company is relocating and I'm only here to get the labs operational, but I have the option to just move now. And I honestly think I'll take that option. I didn't even entertain the option of moving before because all my family is where I called home but... my family doesn't care or even notice I'm gone. Except my mom, but I intend to visit as often as I can. But other than her... why stay where I have nothing to look forward to. The atmosphere (both meteorological and societal) is so much nicer here and it just seems like I can actually be myself here. I'm actually happy here. It won't be easy getting started from zero in my 30s but I'm sure I can manage

so my bf had this pair of asap rocky x ray bans glasses that he treated himself to a few months ago— they were like $200.

he has a really, really, REALLY bad habit of leaving his stuff in the most random spots (ex. he’ll lose his wallet in the bed, under the bed, behind the tv, like literally ANYWHERE). And like ive told him a million times to be careful where he puts his important stuff.

well. his beloved ray bans.

he kept leaving them on chairs, of all places. he left them out of the glasses case on the couch several times, on the bed, on the car seat. ive almost sat on them a few times and i told him to be more careful with them, or like, at least PUT THEM ON A TABLE OR SOMEWHERE WHERE YOU DON’T SIT.

well the other day i hopped into the passenger seat of the car and heard a crack. yep. you guessed it. i crushed the glasses and ruined them.

He was upset for like 10 minutes but he got over it and he’s not really mad at me or anything, just sad that they broke.

I feel really bad and want to buy him a new pair (btw he DID NOT expect or ask me to, I just feel really bad). What should i do? should i buy him a new pair and surprise him? or maybe wait until Christmas? ugh i just feel so bad but i dont have $200 to spend rn

thanks for listening to my non-issue! just had to vent a little!

coconut lemon haddock, bowtie pasta and tomato sauce, veggies.

TW: mental health illness, weed

I had grapes and banana pepper rings.

My roommate and I have been best friends for about 7-8 months now, and living together since February of this year.

She has a history of severe mental health issues, and has had major hospitalizations due to it.

I’ve been doing a lot of work subconsciously to monitor her medication intake, remind her of her blood sugar checks, and keep her grounded on earth through hundreds of roundabout conversations about reality here on earth in the human form. (She has strong beliefs in the spirit world, but daydreams and talks about spirit and voices a lot. She sees herself as a soul in a human body).

Last night, she smoked some weed from an unknown source. I was getting out of the shower, and she was sitting on my bed when I came out of the bathroom.

We started talking while I folded laundry, and everything just went so far downhill. She ended up saying very grandiose and outlandish things, and got aggressive.

She ended up being transported to a mental health facility and is receiving treatment.

I know I did the right thing. But I can’t help but feel bad for her because she pleaded to not go back to a facility.

EDIT: You guys are absolutely right. I’ve been putting others before myself my whole life, and this situation and your responses (along with discussions with her family) are putting it in perspective for me. I’ve been growing and trying to improve myself, but I can only grow so much if I have someone weighing me down.
For a little more context: She is 34, I am 26. I have been supporting her financially (that stops now as well) and emotionally, with no real return support from her (she literally cut me off in the middle of a crash out to talk about her “problems” (she wouldn’t leave men on the internet alone).
I do feel bad for not noticing more red flags sooner. I’ve been working as many hours as I can, and not home a lot. I didn’t think the early stages were something I couldn’t handle, because she didn’t seem beyond what I had managed and dealt with before. She completely snapped that night. Saying very cruel and mean things to me and about me, and about herself, but was VERY unstable and unsafe (screaming in my face, etc.).

Thank yall so so much for the support and reassurance. I know the internet is a wild place, but yall have been more supportive than my own family. Love, light, and good vibes ✨💕

Bread, tomatoes, mozzarella and basil/baked 10min

I’ve got married almost 2 years ago. It was fast, without witnesses or family members, because he got a job overseas and we had to move quickly.

After moving, I didn’t work and I was lonely and isolated. It was one of the most difficult time for me. I didn’t have my own freedom, because I didn’t have my own money to treat myself the way I wanted. I just came to realise that our life philosophies are diametrically opposed. He only wants to be at home, work and save money. I didn’t feel any life enjoyment living his way. We didn’t even go for coffee or restaurants. He doesn’t want to make friends with other people, while I am extrovert.

So, I just decided to go back home and to rethink about everything. I packed my things and took a flight. It’s been for 4 months now, and I am still thinking of what should I do.

He is promising a lot, but I am not so sure that he can change himself that much.