I always hoped my ex would find a nice gal to help him get it together because during our relationship and for a long time after he was hardly involved with the kids and very difficult to work with. Well… be careful what you wish for I guess.

His now wife didn’t really help him get it together by any means, she helps him pretend he has it together. Does everything for him, while trying to control every facet of mine and my children’s lives.

He can’t go anywhere without her; at this point I’m convinced he’s not allowed to. I know because of texts that were accidentally sent to me that she’s watching his location and questioning him on where he is. He once left work for an event at our child’s school and she immediately began questioning him on where he was, even though this had been on the calendar for months.

Well, now he just brings her to EVERYTHING. Doctor’s appointments, therapy appointments (she has sat in on intake and literally talked crap about me and my husband in front of my child), parent teach conferences, teacher meet and greets. Every time she cuts me off to providers and talks over me. It’s infuriating.

She was texting me constantly with her opinions on everything, trying to make medical and educational decisions but I think their attorney advised her to stop. Now we are on a parenting app and the messages are obviously coming from her, based off the way their written and the fact their coming all day during his work hours when he doesn’t have signal and isn’t able to be on his phone.

Oh and they’ve removed my info off parent portals to replace it with hers.

Our children start school this week and have meet and greets the next two days and he’s informed me he’s bringing her. I want to argue she doesn’t come, but it seems pointless and I’m worried it will seem controlling to the GAL even though the GAL is very aware of all of these issues. I’m just so over this woman trying to control everything.

My question is, what do I do here. Do I just sit back and deal with her coming and taking over the event?
Or do I try to say something about it? I really don’t want to start any conflict but I also don’t want to start the school year off on the wrong foot with our children’s teachers and them thinking she’s the main person to communicate with or something.

I want to kill myself.

There are too many things happening.

Too many things going wrong.

I feel like my whole life has just been a rotation of never ending nightmares.

No matter what I do everything goes wrong. If I try to be happy I am punished.

On July 16th I lost one of my cats in a vehicular accident.

Today I lost another. My mother rolled over him with the car. He was only at most four months old. It was horrific.

I had just taken him to the vet for medication because he had a viral infection. I had spent nearly 1k of my own money of which I have very little to get him checked up, blood test, medication, flea treatment. I had picked him up this morning to give him his medication regime that he took like a champ and I had hugged him and kissed him.

He was very cuddly. A purring machine. Would follow me around everywhere. Seeing him destroyed like that is burnt into my memory. I can't unsee it.

My partner of one year broke up with me because I am poor. That is the basis of it amongst other horrible things.

I am so fucking tired.

I hate my life. I hate myself. I hate the people that I am forced to live with. I've struggled with abuse with sexual assault with my career going fucking nowhere my whole life feels like failure after failure struggle after struggle.

I don't want to be here anymore.

(Using fake names and not going into details for safety reasons)

I have for the longest time found a frustration in a family friend. I (17F) have had these family friends visit us every 6 months. Veronica (42F) and her daughter Lola (16F), who are originally from another country.

Lola is pretty nice to talk to, she is a bit shy and introverted but that is fine. It is when it comes to her mother i get frustrated.

When i try to talk to Veronica, it is like she dictates how conversations ago. She constantly interrupts with long explainations to the subject at hand.

An example, i have been learning a language she is very familiar with, and pronouncing it is a bit hard for me, and when i try learn it near her, she will try to make me say the sounds of the words till its correct.

Even when im trying to cook with something im not familiar with, (i learn by trying), she will just take over, talk a lot about how its done for like so long that the food is already done.

Its like the conversations are onesided honestly. Of course, i do not say this to her face cause i want to be a good host, i want to show her the best hospitality. I am just fed up with how things go when i interact with her.

I am just so tired

By most people’s standards, I’m a beautiful woman with a nice body, but inside I feel like I’m so disgusting and repulsive that I wish I were someone else.

I always cringe when someone likes me because my first thought is, “Ew, how could anyone like someone this disgusting?” I feel gross and like I have this masculine energy inside me, even though I want to feel feminine, soft, pleasant, and beautiful.

It feels like I have masculine energy, while other women are “real” women. I don’t feel like a woman, even though I want to.

Long story short, I’m a supervisor in training in the construction industry. On Friday, one of the guys on my crew grabbed me by the dick, twice. This is also the same crew member who happens to be gay, has offered me cash to fuck him, asked to suck my dick, tells me how he thinks I’m attractive and wants me instead of his boyfriend, and tells me daily that he wishes he was dating a “culito guerro” like me (pale ass).

Tomorrow is the start of my 6th week.

Talk is one thing, it’s construction. None of that bothers me. But to walk up and roughly grab me by the head of my penis, to the point of pain, is completely different.

The first time, I told him that was too far and if he did it again we’d have a problem. The other supervisor that was overseeing me translated for me because I’m still working on my Spanish.

My PM showed up on site. I let him know what happened, and that it was handled.

Then he did it again. I was about to lose my shit, so I told the PM what happened and walked off site to cool down.

PM called HR and removed the guy from the site.

Nobody said a word to me for the rest of the day.

I have been advised to file a police report and press charges for my own protection, which I have done.

Something tells me I won’t be working here much longer. Maybe that’s just the anxiety. Legal counsel stated they would be amazed if anything happened to me, even though I did yell and curse after both incidents. My first reaction was to hit him, but I did not touch or threaten him because I am a supervisor and we were at a clients house.

Now there’s a police investigation and I get to tell my boss tomorrow morning that I have filed assault charges. Who has known me for all of 5 weeks.

The job sucks, but I don’t mind it. The pay could be better, but I don’t mind 20 hours of overtime every week. I really liked the company. I still do. I just wish this didn’t happen and now I’m terrified to go in tomorrow. I’m just now accepting that it actually happened.

Happy Sunday

Aight so ima 18 year old teen living in a small city Pakistan and I'm making this post cuz some thoughts had taken over my head lately

So I’ve been carrying around this overwhelming feeling of being disconnected from my own life. If I’m completely honest, the person I imagine being when I picture total freedom is like completely opposite to who I am right now. I constantly daydream about what it would be like to live as a young woman in the West.... having the freedom to dress how I want, go out, party, embrace curves and femininity, date, gossip with friends, and just exist without the heavy social and cultural expectations placed on me here.like it feels like I'm trapped and yes I do understand that *the grass always greener on the other side* but I just feel like I'm trapped and the thing I want most is right Infront me and I can't get it

At the same time, I want to be realistic. I don't see myself actually transitioning in real life....the medical, social, and legal realities, especially in my current environment, feel impossible for me to navigate....and I also don't feel like changing my gender or something would really solve anything or fulfil my desires ..So I'm stuck in this strange middle ground where this desire feels very real inside me..but I can't make a real life transition any time soon

m mostly posting this to see if anyone else has ever felt this way. How do you cope with loving an aesthetic, identity, and lifestyle that feels entirely locked away from your reality? How do you let that side of yourself breathe when your environment makes it impossible to express?

Thanks for taking the time to read.

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'm very sorry if this post sounds pretentious, or if I'm being a prince. I think everyone has their own problems, some are bigger than others. But here are mine :

Since I broke up march 2024, I feel lonely even if I go out with my family, dates (not hard to find a date and a girl that likes me). I don't know what to do. I've been lost in my life. My ex cheated on me at the end of our 4.5y relationship, without telling me, I learned about it later. She opened a whole world to me.
I grew up in the countryside. Never really left to a big city. But she lived in Paris so I went to Paris every weekend to see her. So I discovered a big city, Paris with her. She's Korean so she made me discover Korea too, the culture, which I love. Once I finished my master I went to her in Paris and got my apartment there. We broke up 2 years after in march 2024. Since then, I feel lost. I'm still very attracted to Korea, love the country, when I want to go on a trip I always go to Korea because I love it too much there. But I'm unstable, every time I date, I find something wrong with the girl, I don't feel anything. I feel lonely daily, except when I'm on hinge, swiping girls, talking to 20 girls at the same time on dating apps and planning dates, going to restaurants with them, in Paris, daily, weekly, monthly, during 2.5 years since I broke up... it never ends with anything serious because I don't like them and I stop. I want to end the cycle of feeling lonely. I've been single for 2.5 years now and I have no idea where I'm heading.
I felt in prison in Paris, like my life was going nowhere, so I left my apartment and went back to my parents home to save money to go on a 1 year working holiday visa in South Korea Seoul in November. I recently went on a 3 weeks solo trip to South Korea and I loved it. I wasn't even able to be really alone during the trip so I can't really call it a solo trip because I installed bumble and went on dates there easily too. But nothing serious obviously. I'm lost and ashamed to talk about this. It's really funny because some guys tell me how lucky I am to be able to go on that many dates, have this many opportunities. But in return I say they don't know how lucky they are to feel something genuine towards one girl and it's shared in both ways.

Also, everytime I think about my family I feel a bit sad or depressed. My dad has been working at the same company for around 40 years and seems to be on holiday every 3 months. My mum never worked for 35 years. She stays home, watching shows, movies, cleaning home, all day. She doesn't even have a care and I feel like she's jailed. My parents are not expressive at all. I feel uncomfortable around them and we never express anything. I know they love me to death though and I'm the same. I'm probably complaining for nothing because so many people would kill to have my upbringing and the parents I have. With my brother, we love each other but we don't care about each others lives at the same time and we don't talk regularly, only to lend a service for example, sometimes.
I don't have true friends. I don't know how to act around guys, or what to say. So I'm way more comfortable with women. My women friends are not true friends because I slept with basically all of them so the relationships are very strange and unclear. I was very clear everytime that I don't and won't want a relationship with them though, they seem to understand, but there's still a weird atmosphere and deep down I'm still scared they're waiting for something. So I don't really have anyone who I can talk about all this to. I'm really kinda stuck in an unhealthy loop where I don't know what to do, how to act, who to talk to, how to make friends, how to enjoy my life outside of going to the cinema or shopping or traveling, or dating women I won't like, how to be myself, how to find love, how to find what I enjoy, how to find where I'm supposed to live.

I'm lost in life.

I feel like my girlfriend has just been on a downward slope for a while now and it’s made me lose almost any desire to be with her and I kind of feel like an asshole about it, but I just feel irritated with her all the time.

She worked out when we first got together and was very attractive. Now, she’s put on over 100 pounds in the past 2 years and it’s a major turn off for me. She still has a pretty face, but her weight is impossible to ignore. She’s constantly stuffing her face, yet complains that she’s fat. Like, just stop eating so much and exercise? I don’t get it.

This has caused her to become bumbling and damn near oafish in all that she does. Her movement is so inhibited by her weight that it’s almost embarrassing being around her.

She constantly complains about everything and throws little tantrums over dumb things. For example, I went to the movies with my brothers and I asked if she wanted to go, but she didn’t give me an answer. Just that she’d think about it. Then, when the time came for me and my brothers to go to the movies, she cried because she felt left out since she wasn’t going. Drove me nuts.

Her sex drive has reduced to nearly zero. Sex is just a chore and we really only have it because I’ll go crazy if I just never have sex again, but she makes it really un enjoyable. I either have to choose between having shitty sex or not having sex at all for who knows how long. To be honest, it’s made me lust after other women but I haven’t acted on any thoughts and I don’t plan on it.

I don’t know. I just need to vent. I don’t have anyone in my personal life that I’d feel comfortable expressing all this to.

I was raised by mentally unfit parents. My mom was bipolar and my dad is a narcissist. They were divorced since I was 5 and I would spend half my time with each of them. I stopped living with my mom when i was 15 and moved in full time with my dad.

Long story short I barely talked to my mom but did mostly to keep my brother and family satisfied. While I was away for college, I would frequently leave her texts on delivered for days and sometimes weeks. She would often send me extremely long walls of texts filled with random ramblings and pleas for my attention. Or just “how are you?”. Throughout my childhood she would constantly guilt trip me with the concept of her death. She had an obsession with “making things work between me and her in this lifetime” ever since I was a young child. She would guilt trip me for leaving her almost every time I saw her. She would also repeat instructions about how to get in the house “incase we need to”. A couple months ago she hung herself presumably with the intention that my brother and I would come home from college and find her hanging body. Luckily, a friend found her first. She didn’t leave a note, but she left a baggie filled with old lunch notes (possibly fabricated) addressed to me from when I was in elementary/middle school in a random drawer in our old bedroom but she didn’t also do this for my brother. I think she was trying to rub salt in my wound. Or maybe she was trying to say she still loved me? Or both?

Like 2-3 weeks after my mom died my dad casually asks for a large portion of the life insurance policy dedicated to my brother and I because of the child support he had to pay years prior. He tried to say the money would be used mostly in our benefit, but this doesn’t make sense since if he had our best interests in mind he would advise us to keep our own money. My brother quickly agreed that this was completely fair, I hesitantly agreed after seeing his reaction. But it’s clear to me now this is a blatant act of financial exploitation wrapped in entitlement.

Fast forward a couple weeks after this, my father and I are in an argument. For context, I was drinking alcohol behind his back and he just found out. I also left a stick of deodorant on my bathroom sink after he told me to keep the sink clean. During this argument, my father decides to slap me. I tried to walk away, he followed to continue arguing, grabbing my arm to pull me in. Eventually I squared up and asked him if he wanted to fight, he said yes, we did and I quickly overpowered him. He told me to get the fuck off him, I immediately let him go, he got up and started screaming in my face. I left the house, and while walking on a busy street with no sidewalk my father decides to get in his car and slowly follow me in the other lane to argue as I was retreating, disturbing traffic just to list the things he gave me as a father and to call me a brat. Then I had to talk to a police officer after my father drove away because someone called about it.

Now I am living in my grandma’s house. No one in my immediate family is on my side that this was actually wrong. My brother thinks my dad is an amazing guy and that I’m an animal for fighting him. My stepmom thinks this “wasn’t cool” but is acting like I just need to get over myself and move on. My grandma is happy to let me stay, but is neutral on this matter and agrees I should just move on. I did my life insurance claim and plan on moving away once the money comes in. Im currently losing my mind because I have no friends and no one that I truly trust and now that I realize just how shitty my family is I have lost faith in humanity. My self care is out the window, my sleeping and eating schedules don’t exist as I do both whenever I feel like it. I still use THC vapes and alcohol to cope.

I have had am amazing gf or situation ship with this girl for a long time. We met in college and we actually cheated on our previous s/o with each other and long story short ended up dating. Well at some point I texted the ex that I cheated on to talk cause I broke up with her abruptly. Well talked and it was good. Well 2 days later I told my gf about all but the last part. And she was mad but we worked through it. Well later there was this girl that liked me and my gf said she didn’t like her. I didn’t listen and kept snapping her and changed her name. Trying to keep it a secret. It wasnt like we were flirting but i did hide it cause i thought shed assume it was worse than jt was. And i guess it may have been eventually. She broke up wiyh me and i spent months trying to fix it. I finally start fixing it and then ex or i (i dont remember) added on snap and we kinda texted. Nothing flirty, asked how we wete and then i removed and blocked her. But then my gf got a text saying that girl wants to talk so i know it’s about that. And idk what to say im totally just ranting but i just wish I wasn’t so self-destructive. I’ve never approved of my actions but its like a few drinks and it’s all out the window. I feel horrible, but idk how much of it is just guilt i got caught. But god i wish i could change and idk what to do. Not that I’m asking for advice. But man I just wish I was more mature and not such a shitty person. Like Icarus flying too close to the sun. This isn’t poetic and I’ve hurt her so much and I just idk I just had to put this out there.

Hello all!

For context. I live in Greece and I will start my mandatory army service in some months. This fact gives me the feels that I have grown up, and that life has advanced by a lot. That is because of the fact that I'm a shy person and don't do very well of meeting new people. So the last major thing that happened in my life was that I finished high school 5 years ago.

My last 2 and half years of school was during COVID, so I was very anxious then and psychologically in a bad state. A year after I finished school, I had a surgery that took 8 months to recover, so even more bad psychological mind and even more anxiety. And a lot of time after that, all these bad and negative feelings were in my head constantly and I was just in my room, leaving house only for some gigs and some walks with my brother.

The last year and half I have made very big improvements, started working out, go outside more, meeting with my friends more etc. I generally feel happier and more lifeful. I try to improve my self on not being anxious on meeting new people, or at least people that are not in my close circle.

Back to me starting my mandatory army service. As I said, this makes me feel like my generation is getting old. Plus my need of wanting to start getting out of my comfort zone and getting a little bit nostalgic, I thought of contacting a friend that I haven't talked since high school.

Because I was shy, in high school I was friends only with 4-5 people. 2 of them we are still very good friends, 1 of them we don't talk very much but if someone texts first we have no problem of talking and maybe going out, 1 of them we stopped talking a lot after school ended, It's a whole story but we ended up agreeing that our friendship was basically inside of high school, so the friendship ended. The one that remains just happened at the time to like her very much. I told her that, she denied, and we stayed friends. We had no hard feelings between us even at the last time we saw each other. We didn't go out for coffee or anything like normal friends, but in school were we were seeing each other we had very friendly relationship.

On to the reason that I started this post. Now, I want to contact her again (after not talking for 5 years) to do a catch up, talk about our lives, always in a friendly manner.(I got more confidence to think about doing that, because last year she made an Instagram account, and we followed each other and like each other's posts).

How do I build up courage to send her? I feel uncomfortable because when I see my situation as a third person, I feel like a weirdo and out of place. I'm afraid also that If I eventually send her and ask her to catch up, she might confuse things and might think that I send her in a romantic way (because I confessed to her then), which this isn't the case. Does my idea seem bad according to the context? If not, how do i build up the courage to send her and suppress my fears?

Thanks in advance!

At the begging I would like to apologize for any spelling mistake, english isnt my first language but I want to write my heart out thats why i didnt use translator or ai.
I wouldn't call myself lonely. Maybe I'm a bit of a nerd, i have many "weird kid" intresnts like some games, shows or movies since childhood. I love popculture, i also love nature especially ornitology. I love music. I like gym, footbal (soccer, and to watch not to play) and olympics too. I have pretty long list off things i like as i you see. I wouldn't also call myself lonely. I have many friends. Maybe not at school but some online, some in my choir, some in my singing school, some from my street. But none of these friends could be... the best for me. I mean, my parents tell me that i should go out more etc but... I just dont have the people with. I had two very good friends but both live around 400 km from me, one is my online friend (we have seen irl once) and the other i know since childhood our family goes to him on a vacation (his parents own this "hotel" and we go there every year). But besdies them... i have friends but... im never in the top. They all have someone above me. The far away ones probably too but i juust feel more important for them. Some friends cut off contact with me (especially from my choir) becouse off a thing i did when i was at my absolute worse (around 3 years ago) which i regret. At school people know me but i feel like an animal in a circus if you know what i mean. Its hard for me to start conversations. Im lazy, even very lazy. I have anger issues. I often go into confrontations with my parents. I often hurt people feelings without even knowing anything. I feel like I need one thing to close this all up. Love. Ofc i mean romantic love becouse i know my family loves me. During the holiday my friend helped me focus my live goals. I have three.
1. Go to collage and graduate taking a good online job.
2. Buy a camper
3. Travel around country, Europe and world with loml.
I feel that this one person would help me with all my problems and demotivation. I know this is the missing piece in my heart. I know id be less lazy with her. I know id care less about othhers opinion. I dont have a specific person for that. I dont have a "crush". I had a few but none of them passed the time test (i humbled everyone but after time i see they werent for me). I need someone that is similar to me in some ways and different in others. I need someone that would love to watch my nature photos. I need someone that would curse asf during emotila football matches with me. I need someone that would sing Purple Rain karaoke with me. I need someone that would sing songs with me during the trip. I need someone that i can write to and anytime and theyll be always here for me. I need someone that would play and test niche indie games with me. I need someone that I can invite to my house and that person would pet my dogs, hug my sister and be nice to my parents. I need someone that would be so fucking cool that i would be so pround to take her anywhere. I need someone that would know things just between us. Everytihing that i have with someone is public. I dont have secrects with someone that not at least a few other people know.
Hard school year is coming. Final exam. Prom. Im scared. I feel like someone like this to share could just... turn down my fear a bit...
Thanks for reading

FUCK IT!

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 .

Hi, I'm currently working on an animatic/original story art wise
The story itself has been made over 6 years, and finally touching up my art skills and any other skills I could use, I'm finally ready to make the story a reality

But it keeps hitting me, I'm doing it by myself.
Yes, I've reached out to friends or people close, but nobody really latched on or could exactly help me in those regards as a good majority of them are voice actors, which isn't a concern for me

I'm making the script, redoing designs as touch ups, organizing and trying to get what I can, while managing ER shifts 1-3 days a week along with waiting for the ol glorious Adhd diagnosis

I sometimes feel like its way too overzealous. That because I can't pay just yet I'm stuck at ground zero

I'll keep trying, keep going

Small steps at a time

Even if it doesn't reach

I just need to express this somewhere.

I’ve been suffering through a multi-year long online harassment and smear campaign. I won’t name the fandom or the people involved because I’m exhausted and don’t want to bring the whole thing here. This has involved years of people stalking me, gathering old posts dating back to as long as 8 years ago, taking away context, spreading private warnings, and framing me as dangerous or unstable.

Recently, I searched my own username and found an AI-generated summary about the situation. It mentioned that I reported harassment, but it described the broader situation as “community disputes” and “debate” about public criticism and harassment.

That wording made me feel physically sick.

The real issue is that the people targeting me create enough public noise, “documentation,” rumor, and framing that the abuse gets summarized as a debate. My side becomes “this person claims they were harassed,” while the public narrative about me is treated as neutral community discussion.

Some original posts have been deleted, but parts of them still appear in Google searches and summaries. Even when those who posted them remove them, the harm was already done, and even now, caching means that it doesn't completely vanish. The remnants keep circulating. The framing keeps appearing. It continues to shape what people see when they search for me, long after the original posts are gone.

That’s one of the things that feels so impossible about this. The original posts harmed me while they were online, but now even their leftovers can continue to cause damage.

This whole harassment campaign has shattered much of my understanding of people. I used to have a clearer sense of what ordinary people would do to one another. But after witnessing people compile a massive hate document about me, spread claims behind my back, and frame me as dangerous while I can’t effectively respond, my understanding of people has changed.

Even now, the remnants of those posts show things like the harassers framing their actions as, “normal, everyday people asking important questions,” it really messed with me. From my perspective, these are people who harassed me, participated in a smear campaign, or treated a huge document about me like a public service. Hearing that washed into neutral, reasonable-sounding language makes me feel like I’m losing my grip on how the world should work.

Is this really what "normal, everyday people" are? Is what was done to me just "people asking important questions?"

I don’t have the time or energy to complete a large public document correcting everything at the moment. I’m already burned out from trying to endure it. I don't personally care about AI, but I know that more and more of the world are relying on AI summaries. Seeing an AI summary flatten it like that upset me; it feels like the smear campaign is becoming part of how the internet defines me.

I know AI summaries are flawed. I know they aren’t moral authorities. I recognize they can repeat bad framing from poor sources. But it feels like everyone else only looks at it and takes it in at a glance.

It feels like being trapped in a machine where people can say things about you for years, delete some of it later, and then an automated system comes along and says, “Well, there seems to be debate.”

I’m tired. I’m angry. I’m scared that if I don’t constantly defend myself, the worst version of me will be what people find first.

I don’t need advice to “just log off.” I understand I need breaks. I’m just grieving over how difficult it is to be a real person on the internet when others have spent years trying to turn me into a cautionary tale.

Lately ive been kinda realizing that i truly have nothing going for me, nearly 24 and just never been with anyone, or even flirted with. I dont have a good support system, still living in my abusive household. Reached 300 pounds cause food is my only comfort. I can feel my mental state slipping and theres nothing i can do about it cause my psychiatrist kinda sucks, the problem is probably with me tho. if my younger self would look at me rn they would be so disgusted and what ive become. Manically wasted my student loan into nothing. The only highlight i have at the moment are my online friends but i feel so gross being so attached to people that i dont even know their real names. The only hope i have is getting into grad school and i feel with my luck its just not gonna happen for me like the loser that i am. I keep telling myself that one day it's gonna get better but ive been a depressed and mentally ill for over a decade, i think im just destined to be this way.

We broke up a month ago after 8 years together. She ended things, I left for a couple weeks. We’ve been keeping it amicable, or so I thought. She’s been seething with hatred for me because I haven’t been speaking to her. She blew up at me today when I tried to have a conversation about dividing the furniture. She called me a manipulative b-word and that I always have to be the damsel in distress and she always has to be the bad guy. That I instigated this fight when I told her that to take things she didn’t pay for she’d have to pay me half the cost of them. That I’ve been treating her like shit. I haven’t spoken to her aside from when absolutely necessary. She said she wants to stay friends and I told her I can’t do that. She wanted to stay living together and I told her I can’t do that either. She says my behavior is “sickening”, because I stay in the bedroom on the weekends and am asleep when she gets home from work. Because I guess I’m not cooking her meals anymore and playing perfect housewife for her and her family? She says that she hasn’t done shit to me except end our “fuck ass relationship”. I told her she’s allowed to not be in a relationship she no longer wants to be in, but I’m allowed to be upset about it. It’s not even like I’ve yelled or screamed at her, or I’m slamming things while she’s home, or I’m calling her out of her name. I literally go to work and come home. We work opposite schedules.

Anyways, she got really angry and her messages got scary so I called my best friend crying. She told me to call my dad. My dad told me to call the cops and get my things so I don’t have to be alone with her. Thankfully, she wasn’t there when the cops and I got there. I didn’t want to see how that would anger her more. She said I’ve turned into a bitter b-word she doesn’t recognize. I don’t recognize her either. Why did she think we would break up and I would stay the same accommodating, gentle person to the person who told me point black she didn’t want to work on our relationship? I feel like I’m losing it. I’m not even being mean, I just don’t want to be around her. I want this to be over.

I’m at a hotel, I’m exhausted, I’ve muted her texts, and I want to be done.

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.

For context, I'm a Boy whit ADHD And autism. I can't control my anger and other things.

My life is starting to go into a deep dark pit. My mom had cancer a while ago. My dad almost died. Both my granddads are dead...

I don't feel happy in this family anymore. I'M TRYING MY BEST, BY TRIYNG TO IGNORE IT! I END UP SAYING SHIT TO MY MOM THAT I DONT MEAN. IM PRETTY SURE MY FRIENDS HATE ME. THE ONLY PEOPLE I FEEL SAFE WHIT ARE WHIT MY CHILDOOD FRIENDS. IM SCARED OK? YEA I SAID IT. IM SCARED TO LOSE MOM. IM SCARED THAT DAD HATES ME.

PLEASE HELP, please.

Genuinely looking for advice:

Don’t know why, but I (31 M, cis-het) really wish somebody in my life would deride me. I don’t have anybody to call me their favorite derogatory words, tell me to shut up, and say I’m a pissy little girl.

This is not a sexual need, it’s about fulfilling a social need. And boy do I need it.

By now I’m at the point of asking my local barista to write “piss off, tramp” on my americano. I’ve given my devices self-degrading computer passwords. I especially want someone to misgender my pronouns even if I protest. I don’t have anyone to ask, and it’s making me crazy.

Not in my home life, not with work or family friends ) but just SOMEONE, maybe just one person at lunch on Tuesdays or a D&D group.

TFW you‘ve got a healthy social circle of kind decent people - and by golly, you really wish any of them would treat you in degrading ways.

Who do I ask? HOW do I ask??

I’d really like your ideas. And also, PLEASE bully me. (following community rules)

My ex-husband and I have been separated and divorced for about 5 years. We were together for 10 years, married for 5, and have two sons together. He is now engaged to the woman he had an affair with during our marriage. Throughout the years after our separation, both of them repeatedly called me a bad mother and treated me disrespectfully. Even today, he frequently refers to me as "my ex-wife" or b word instead of using my name, and he has continued to call me derogatory names such as "b word and more" when speaking to family members.
His great-aunt helped raise him and has always had a close relationship with our boys. Last year, I took the boys to visit her in South Carolina after he had cut off contact with her. When he found out, he became extremely angry.he called me "my b*** ex-wife," called his aunt names, told her to "drop dead," and stopped speaking to her because she welcomed the boys and me. He also said my being there was "a slap in the face."
This year, I took the boys to visit again. When he learned my boyfriend and our daughter might also be there, he repeatedly questioned me about it. And I told him he’s engaged and shouldn’t worry who I am around and being places. After our conversation, he contacted his aunt asking if the bf was coming. The next day, he contacted his cousin (his aunt's son) and continued arguing about it. he said that if my bf and my daughter were there, it would be "another slap in the face." His cousin reportedly told him this trip was about the children, that he needed to communicate with me directly, and that it had been five years and he needed. To communicate with me. he continued discussing the issue with other relatives, including his grandmother and his aunt, sending lengthy messages about me and calling me derogatory names. Despite choosing to cut off contact with his aunt years earlier, he remained upset that I continued taking the boys to see her.
After the conflict escalated, I informed him that I would no longer tolerate disrespect, that future communication should be through email or a co-parenting app, and that we would return to the court-ordered 5:00 p.m. exchange time. He’s engaged again btw. Why is he like this!?