While walking by my friend’s house, I saw a bunch of people there and thought it was a party. I called him and jokingly asked if I wasn’t invited.
Turns out his dad had passed away.
Now I feel really awkward about what I said. Should I call him again and apologize, or just leave it?
You’re not going to get to your destination and quicker and it is incredibly dangerous, I see no benefit in doing it.
Edit- I never stay in the overtaking lane unless overtaking and I usually drive slightly over the speed limit.
I personally think I look terrible whenever I go out without making an effort, acne scars, glasses, messy hair all that, yet I sometimes get people asking for my contact. But when I made the effort to dress nicely, do my makeup and hair, and I think I look more attractive, then nobody really bothers me, or talk to me in general. Was wondering why is that? Shouldn’t it be the opposite?
I came across a TikTok post asking what you would do if time stopped. It’s interesting how a lot of people’s minds immediately went to committing acts against the law, such as burgling stores and supermarkets, robbing houses and scarily enough committing things like SA.
I mean me personally, I’d rob the Apple or Sony store and grab myself a fresh PS5 and the newest iPhone. I really wonder how much the legal system prohibits us from committing things we wouldn’t normally commit in our everyday lives. Curious to see what you guys think lol
I am a gay person, who's 26 year old but known since the age of 18 and ever since then I've always wondered this. I know that many countries don't, or only loosely enforce these types of laws but I'd find it unsettling to go to a country like that. I would love to visit places like Dubai (well not right now, because of the geopolitical situation), Saudi Arabia or Malaysia and manyu other places but the fact that I could go to jail just for being attracted to men makes it not worth it for me.
I don't really fit any of the gay stereotypes too much. I do care about my looks, I shave daily, work out, pay attention to what I wear, eat healthy, etc... but not to a point where I'd fit any stereotype, I'm not "gay gay" (nothing wrong with that either), just a regular person who happens to be that. On paper, that would probably make it safer to travel to these countries but somehow I would still find it really risky, especially that there are a million places in the world I could go where I'd have no trouble at all (all of Europe, Australia, New Zealand, parts of Asia, most of Latin America, a significant part of the US and all of Canada), so I genuinely don't understand how someone could justify going to these places.
Also, while going there is one thing, there are people who get on these apps and hook up with others which sounds extremely scary to do so in places where it's illegal.
I'd genuinely love to hear your opinions because even the thought of this creeps me out.
im just curious how others solve the issue of spots on the bed sheet after sex. especially we feel uncomfortable when next day kids see and ask what spots are on the bed and sheet.
i mean we try to change them regular, but sometimes you know... the discipline is lower.
do you use towels? do you ignore it and see it as standard? or how most people manage this issue?
I spread my legs and put the toilet paper around my clitoris. someone said to me you are only meant to wipe outside like around the lips. Am I the only one?
I couldn’t think of any other title for this post that fits my question.
My mom has been shipping me and my friend for 3 years(she began when I was 13) despite me telling her that I don’t want to date or marry my friend(or anyone for that matter) but while that’s annoying what makes me ask this question and why it makes me uncomfortable is why she wants me and my friend to date and marry.
She only ships me and my friend because she wants grandchildren but more specifically coloured/mixed race grandchildren(I’m a black South African and my friend is white) because she went online and saw some coloured/mixed race kids and says that they look beautiful.
This makes me uncomfortable because I don’t ever want to have children(I told her this but she just decided to demand that I have children even if I don’t want to), I don’t want to ever marry or date anyone and because it feels terrible that she only wants grandchildren out of it.
Is this messed/fucked up?
We don’t talk, but we’ve always exchanged eye contact. He gave it to me without saying a word, and I was left dumbfounded. Til this day I'm being delusional.
I’m not talking about being dignified, though those who strive for it certainly help. And I’m not even talking about self-referential dignity. The truth is that I think that almost everyone, regardless of how they actually carry themselves, believes that they have dignity.
I’m talking about seeing and accepting the dignity of others. The dignity of being different than we think they ought to be. The dignity of acceptance of people who are thin or fat, who have religion or don’t, who are of any color or culture, who date outside of perceived norms, who have kinks or who are vanilla, who dress modestly or outrageously.
When did it become the norm to judge everyone who isn’t you? I wish we’d all allow one another room to be. I wish we accepted the concept of dignity of everyone, even those with whom we deeply disagree. I wish we all spent more time focused on making our own lives what we wish they were, and that we held good hope for the others around us.
I wish we believed in dignity again.
Real advice for people that actually want to stick with their spouse through the good and the bad.
R/marriage and r/relationshipadvice is unrealistic at times. I’m not talking about abuse cases. Things that can get worked through. I’m tired of how online culture makes it seem like people are disposable. Hard times don’t mean drop the love of your life.
I’ve met real people in person. One explained how she made it through her husband’s severe mood swings. We learned what it took for him to discover he had a raging brain tumor. One explained how his wife’s lingering depression for 3 years was a vitamin deficiency and once that was fixed, the relationship was saved. I met a couple, and the husband developed a contagious disease through a blood transfusion many years ago, they’ve taught me what kept them together. Sometimes I want to read some good news, so I may pass it on if a friend is down.
I want to know where to go to learn how others coped and survived those hardships.
Heard eating pineapple makes vagina smell good and tasty, is it true or not? and what are other ways to make vagina smell good and tasty, tomorrow we've plans so yeah dont embarrass me and say please.
We’re early 20s, been together for about 2 years.
He’s my first relationship, I’m not his. He’s the only man I’ve ever had good sex with and the only one to make me orgasm.
We used to have sex a lot. Multiple times a day and we’d see each other 5/6 times a week too. I will say that he has always had a much higher libido. In the past there were times I’d go along with it to please him (I still enjoyed it though don’t get me wrong, it’s just that the beginning of if I wouldn’t fully be turned on yet but then as we kept going I would get more aroused).
The issue Im having as of last year/ a few months ago is I’ve gotten too relaxed? I don’t really crave sex anymore? He does turn me on and I’m really attracted to him but I don’t really feel that need anymore? I’m not sure how to describe it.
We go on cute dates that I enjoy and spend non sexual time together just holding each other, showering together, etc. And in my head I think about maybe we should be having sex after some of these moments but my body just doesn’t get into it?
He has to physically be inside of me for my body to get the memo like oh maybe I do want to have sex with him. And I’ve never fully told him any of this but he can definitely pick up on it. He’s also always been attentive to me sexually; he does foreplay whether that’s just rubbing my sensually, kissing my body, giving me oral for a while, fingering, etc. he takes his time trying to please me. And it does feel good. But even then sometimes I don’t want sex.
Honestly I don’t think we’ve done anything in 2 weeks. At the rate I’m going I probably could last forever.
But I do ocasional masturbate but even then it’s very rare like once every month.
I don’t feel stressed. I don’t know what’s wrong with me. But I really want to change and fix the issue. I want my bf to feel desired and I want to truly fully desire him.
I do want to mention I’m on birth control and lexapro (antidepressants) but I’ve been on them the entire time we’ve been together.
Being the child of a scenario like this, I want to ask others to make it make sense or shine a light on something we probably easily ignore.
In society, the social norm is marriage and then kids (or at least that’s what the intended model was supposed to be.) When one divorces and meets someone else, remarries and has more kids, it’s a blended family.
However, how do people who have never married their child(ren)’s other parent continue having multiple kids with various partners with not one hint of marriage to the people they brought life into this world. A reasonable person would stop at 1 person or if they make it to two, then they’re remarried.
But when they have multiple mothers or fathers for their kids, does that not give signs that someone’s a little off or mentally unstable? I’m not trying to put labels but that’s not normal or healthy for the kids involved in those situations. Where’s the stability? Who’s creating generational wealth and passing down knowledge and resources?
Just having babies to leave them in poverty or a stagnant environment where they will not have a leg up in life is crazy to me.
My (soon to be ex) husband is currently in a drug and alcohol program 5 hours away. He had a drunken tirade and I had to call the police and leave with our children (7mo and 2.5 years). I filed for divorce 5 days later and a week after that he decided he was going to an inpatient detox program. It was supposed to be for 3 weeks but now he says he is going to go to a sober living house to continue treatment.
We were together for 13 years. He was my best friend. As I’m sitting here with my heart breaking, unable to even process all the grief I feel for the life we wanted to build together—because bottles still need to be washed, snacks still need to be made, and I’m trying desperately to maintain a sense of normalcy for my toddler—I keep wondering what he is doing right now.
He isn’t allowed his phone. He can make 1 10 minute phone call per night so I have only spoken to him twice in the past 2 weeks.
Is it like jail? But with more groups and therapy? Did he meet someone? Has he slept with her? The kids are in bed and I’m sitting outside looking at the stars and thinking about him. What’s he doing right now? I don’t know when he will be home. Our baby has learned to crawl since he’s been gone. In his short little life, dad has already been gone for an eternity. Will he even remember him?
I want my husband to get better. I want him to heal. I don’t want our children to grow up with the unfillable hole having an addicted parent leaves inside of you (my dad was also an alcoholic). I just wish I knew what he was doing right now.
Okay for context, I am currently 14. My dad was raised with a Panamanian step father and was raised in the culture. Then, my dad raised me in Hispanic culture (Taught me how to cook some traditional foods, taught me how to dance, taught me a bit of Spanish, etc.)
So of course, growing up in the culture and with Hispanic family, my dad has told me he wants me to have a quinceañera. I expressed my concerns of how I was uncomfortable since technically, I’m
Not biologically Hispanic. He said since I grew up in the culture, it makes sense for me to have a quince. He also added that my abuelo would love to throw me one.
I was thinking about this and like a couple months ago, my friend’s mom said how she would love to throw me a sweet sixteen.
So I told my dad about it yesterday, and he asked why not do a mix of both. A sweet sixteen with some quince traditions, such as a father daughter dance to El Cantante by Héctor Lavoe (our favorite song to dance to), a possible mirror dance, but some sort of dance with my younger cousin, who would’ve next to have a quince, and the passing of the crown to her.
I feel more comfortable with this idea than just a full blown out quince since again, I’m not actually Hispanic, but it feels exhilarating to celebrate the culture I grew up in.
However, I’m still a bit worried that it’s disrespectful, so I’m coming on here to ask if it is disrespectful, or is it actually okay for me to have a mix of both a sweet sixteen and a quince.
PS: If this is offensive in any way I deeply apologize and it was not my intention. Also, if this post is worded wrong or I didn’t explain correctly, I also apologize for that. It’s my first Reddit post, I’m kind of nervous.
Please be kind and thank you so much for reading this long ahh rant!!
Summary: Wondering if it’s disrespectful to have a mix of a sweet sixteen and a quince in one celebration if I grew up in Hispanic culture but I’m not actually Hispanic.