r/TrueOffMyChest

I (17M) have a sister (15F) who is obsessed with anime to an incredibly disturbing degree. Her favorite character is someone named Shuichi Saihara, who she claims she is in a "relationship" with and has posters and figures of all over her room. She roleplays as another character named Kokichi Oma (I had to google the names of these characters because I can never remember these off the top of my head) and wears some shitty costume 24/7. It has stains on it, by the way.

I am so sick of her. Her roleplaying is cringe, and she goes into meltdowns and screams if I forget to call her by "Kokichi" instead of her actual name, which causes me to get in trouble with my parents. And don't get me started with how much she STINKS. She doesn't fucking shower. At all. According to her, "Monokuma (whoever that is) won't allow it." This is not an anime. This is real life. Take a fucking shower.

She also looks borderline emaciated on the rare occasion I see her. She barely leaves her room nowadays, and the last time I saw her room it looked like a fucking dumpster.

My last straw was when she asked me in front of my friends to play some kind of knife game with her. Is she out of her mind? I said no, obviously. This pissed her off and caused her to grab one of my dad's beer bottles from the trash and throw it in my vicinity. Since this has happened all of my friends refuse to have me over or even talk to me because they're afraid of my sister. Her bullshit is ruining my life. I am sick of her.

Yesterday I tried to think about what I did on Tuesday and I genuinely couldn’t separate it from Monday. Not because nothing happened, but because everything felt exactly the same. Same wake up, same routine, same conversations, same way of ending the day.

What made it hit was something small. I was sitting on my couch after work, playing on my phone like I always do, and I caught myself opening the same three apps in the same order without even thinking. It felt like muscle memory more than a choice. Like I’ve done it so many times my brain just runs it automatically now.

I don’t feel miserable or anything. That’s the confusing part. If I hated my life, this would make more sense. But everything is just… fine. And somehow that makes it worse, because there’s no obvious reason to change anything, so I just keep repeating it.

I think what scares me is how easy it would be for months to pass like this without me noticing. Not bad, not good, just the same day over and over with slightly different details. I don’t even know what I’m supposed to do with that realization, but I haven’t been able to stop thinking about it.

So around Covid , I was a teenager 16 - 17, I was reading erotica and the device was connected to my dad's phone via Gmail. He saw my google tabs and barged into my room, demanding I give him the tablet, then he woke mom up and she started crying , " I sacrificed so much for u, I gave up so much for u ", she started hitting me, my dad was about to slap me ,. This went on for 6hrs where they were just interrogating me , my dad accused me of having a boyfriend and went through entire search history, Way to go google . After this episode I was strictly monitored and always under surveillance. I hated this day so much cause , I was crying and Crying but they just won't budge .

2 shiny tiny details are

1. my dad himself watches 18+ videos on face book
2. my brother who pretended to be all mighty and read the sentences of book tried to sleep with me after a year ...

I play Dead by Daylight. Oftentimes, streamers will use their Twitch handle as their username (as I'm sure they do in most games). I got out of a match where I went against a guy with a TTV in his name. I won against him and wanted to see if he was streaming.

I search his name on Twitch and am lead to a live stream, but this dude wasn't streaming DBD. He was 'just chatting.' But the stream was quiet.

I type in the chat 'were you playing DBD just now?'

He said something, but his stream was completely muted so I could only see his mouth move (and it was covered by a mic). I type in the chat 'I'm sorry you're muted. I can't hear you.'

He starts checking his stream to see what's wrong. I get him to type in chat and communicate with him. Soon, I hear his voice. Then I eventually hear his desktop audio. Apparently, he was doing a music review and was muted this whole time. I was originally worried that his stream got muted due to copyright. Evidently, not the case.

We laughed about it afterwards. I was just gonna say 'ggs' to this guy and that one of his teammates was an asshole in-game. But I ended up saving this dude from doing a whole stream unaware no one could hear him. It's like I was sent his way to aid him.

Downside is he had to restart his stream. But I gave him a follow before we both parted ways virtually.

Maybe it sounds silly but it brought a smile to my face, with how serendipitous it was. Encounters like that don't happen often for me, and now I have a fun story to tell.

Hi. I didn't expect my post to blow up.

I want to start by confirming that yes, I am autistic, and I was considered "profoundly autistic" as a child. Now would be diagnosed as level two or three. I have worked very hard to be as functional as I am. I am not against children as a concept, I just can't cope with them.

I made a mistake in my original post where I said the home inspection was on Wednesday. I meant Thursday, which is today. I prewrote the post a few days ago and decided to post on a whim.

Anyway.

This morning I showed my post to my husband. He said he read it, but then we had the social worker over, and things were kind of insane. The social worker ended up telling us that we didn't pass a home inspection.

We have a list of things we need to change and we have another inspection booked for next week.

Unfortunately one of the concerns the sw had was my pets. I have free range rabbits and several fish tanks, which pose several different risks. The fish tanks are able to be pulled from shelves, a child could fall into my big one, lots of wires that are very grabbable.

The rabbits are just bite risks, and they poop all over. Obviously I clean up after them but if a child were to put a dropping in their mouth that would not be great.

I sat down with my husband after she left. Laid my feelings out, and my new concerns in regards to my animals. I can move my fish tanks to a locked room (my "office") but my rabbits are still free roam.

Not to mention my rabbits room (where they go at night) or my office will be needed as a bedroom. So either my fish or my rabbits have to go because they can't be in the same room.

I was upset, but I understand more now why he feels the need to take the boys in. Everyone who said they are a connection to his sister was right.

We both cried. We love each other but we don't see a way to make this work. He feels strongly about saving them. We both know I could never cope with them. I don't want to have to pick between my rabbits and my fish.

I called my parents. They have said I can move back home if I need. I'm unhappy with it, as they are very overbearing and all independence I've worked hard to develop will essentially be gone. But beggers can't be choosers, and I'm not getting divorced, so that's a win.

Nothing is set in stone. We're going to see how the inspections and things work out first. But this is probably what's going to happen.

To everyone who asked me how he was going to manage them all he said his other sister is happy to help while works, she just couldn't foster them because she doesn't have enough space. Which is true. She has six kids in one bedroom already.

I hope this explained everything. I enjoy replying to comments so I will still be replying to comments here and on my other post. Thank you.

I used to post stories, comment on friends' stuff, keep up with everyone. Deleted it as a test to see who would reach out. Three months later, maybe 2 people asked where I went. And honestly I don't miss it. I just have way more time now and I stopped comparing my life to other people's highlights.

I got a bit of backlash in my DM’s from a previous post in a rape support subreddit about how not reporting my rape makes me partly responsible if he does it again to someone else.

I know this may seem bad and people may judge me, but I am not responsible for his actions, what he does is not my concern and if I was in the same position again, I still wouldn’t report it.

I don’t want to be interviewed and interrogated by police, some of which who won’t believe me. I don’t want my body examined, swabbed, photographed and treated like a crime scene. I don’t want my life dissected and exposed by the defence, I don’t want to have to defend myself in a court room full of strangers. I don’t want everyone in my life to see me differently and treat me like a victim. I don’t want my friends and family to have that image of me in their heads.

I’m not cut out for any of that and I’ve accepted that.

So I would make the same decision. Every. Time.

And anything he does in the future is absolutely nothing to do with me. I don’t owe anything to anyone. Self care and moving on is more important to me than a hypothetical situation a hypothetical stranger could be in.

I would feel terrible if I knew he had done it to someone else, but I wouldn’t be responsible.

I'm posting this on an alt account because I don't want my primary account being linked to this.

It happened a few years ago. I've never talked about this with anyone before, in person or online, but it's becoming too much to bear and I need to vent for a moment.

I was 14 at the time? Maybe 15.

Growing up, I always thought my family was pretty normal. My parents seemed to have a good relationship, my sister and I had a good relationship with them and with each other. We came from an upper-middle class family, although my parents lived quite frugally, so we didn't have any particular economic problems. In short, life was good and I thought my family was okay.

A few months earlier, dad had been in a bicycle accident. Luckily he didn't get *too* hurt, but he had to wear a cast on his right leg for a while. For this reason he and mom slept on a sofa bed we had in the living room, since all the other available beds were on the ground floor. One particular evening, my sister was at her boyfriend's house and I went down to the living room to watch a movie with Mom and Dad that was playing on TV. I think it was 300. I settled next to them in an armchair. I fell asleep at some point.

I don't know how much time had passed when I woke up, but the movie was over and the TV was off. All the lights were also out, except for a floor lamp in the corner. Dad was on top of mom, kissing her and taking off her clothes. She mumbled something and I thought I heard a "stop." Honestly, I'm not sure.

I was extremely confused and didn't know what to do, so I remained silent and still. She squirmed a little, but he held her until she stopped moving, then he had his way with her. After he finished, he rolled off of her and she ran into the bathroom, staying there for a while, then came back out, laid down next to him, and they fell asleep.

The next day I wanted to ask her what I had seen, but I never got around to it. I wonder if what I saw was rape and if it wasn't an isolated incident.

I have been in a relationship with my husband for 14 years, and now I'm starting to feel my husband is the reason why I don't feel we can get ahead in life.

I have recently started to feel that my husband is the reason why we are in so much debt and cant get ahead in our future. All my life I have worked. After my ex, I decided I will never rely on another man again until I met my husband. He is a man that like providing and taking care of his family, which I love about him. unfortunately his love for providing for his family is the reason why now i feel he is held us back. My husbands mother raised 7 children on her own, and because of that, my husband feels the need to step it up as a provider. We own a restoration renovation and new built business that has been running for about 8 years and yet we are always broke. why? because he always cared to help his family. I always felt that my 3 kids and I were his second family because he cares so much for his family. He is not a selfish man, but sometimes I wish he was. He has been providing for his family for the last five years, that he kept behind our own debts. he was so worried about getting things done on the property we all own that he kept postponing our duties.

I have worked so hard to keep my credits high and worked my butt off to not be in debt, but because the lack of our duties being attended to, we are behind 3 years of taxes. My husband is a provider but he hates paying bills. every time we have money he tends to buy things and help his family and never put things aside for us. I feel its all my fault because i just let him. I let him spend our money on stupid things, and on his family. I am not one to ask for expensive things, I don't like spending money, I am actually super cheap, but my husband as soon as he see money in the bank he doesn't want to be responsible enough to pay our bills and rather spend it on none sense. when we had a little bit of money, he decided to buy a used boat. he had that boat for 5 years and out of those 5 years he had it sitting for 3 because he didn't bother fixing. i needed a car so i can drive my kids around, he decided to buy me an infinity. we bought this vehicle from a dealership under my name and he didn't bother doing the usual yearly check up on the vehicle, so the engine gave out. He bought a work van but gave it to me because my car gave out and i loved it. he paid so little for it and it took me everywhere. my kids loved it and it gave out on me after 2 years because again he didn't maintain the van. so he decided to buy me a Lincoln navigator. He purchased this vehicle after i told him I'm good with a van or any car that takes me to point a to b. He didn't listen and bought this car used for 10 grand. turned out he had to do so much work to it and spent another 20 grand, why because he likes showing off. I was so annoyed because he spent all of our money to get a nice car that I didn't even ask for. we have 3 kids that don't value or take care of things yet. we live in the damn country with lots of dirt and rocks, why in the hell will he buy a luxurious car!! He didn't listen to me once again. There are plenty more example but I'm getting to much in my feelings so ill continue. All this, and now we are broke, in debt, and own nothing but all these used things.

I want to be something, i want to do something with my life, however i feel like I'm drowning that I don't know where to start. I feel it will just be easier to leave my husband and start all over again. Ugh I just have so much feeling, I am just writing now and not making sense. I JUST FEEL LIKE HE IS THE REASON OF MY FINANCIAL STRESS.

Hello, I've never really posted anything like this online before, and this might seem really tame when compared to other confessions, but whatever. For the sake of privacy I will exclude any real names and some personal details and change certain details to further add anonymity. This might be long, no worries if you don't read it, I honestly just need to confess this for some catharsis.

Basically, I live with my best friend (Marcus) and his wife (Julia) and have for nearly the entirety of their relationship. They have been together for around 7 years at this point. My best friend and I have known each other since high school, which at this point has been well over 15 years (my poor fucking millennial knees).

If I can describe Marcus and Julia's relationship (in my totally unbiased opinion/s), I would say that they are loving, both nerdy types (so am I, no shade), and overall have a fantastic foundation of friendship and enjoy each other's company. There has however, been a huge major issue in their relationship that honestly gets glazed over by both of them. In the entirety of their relationship they have had sex approximately four times or so. The sex was also mostly front loaded in the relationship and hasn't even occurred post marriage. I know this because Marcus confessed to me that the relationship nearly ended due to the lack of sex multiple times but they chose to work it out. Earlier in the relationship Marcus told me that Julia had a particular sexual kink that Marcus wasn't particularly comfortable with, and for some reason Marcus never made an effort to pursue her kink and I think this contributed heavily to tanking their sexual compatibility. The kink isn't even anything horrible, it's just some dom/sub play with Julia being the sub and wanting a dom that would praise but also take control during sex. A very vanilla 50 Shades imo

This has led to two people in an overall happy relationship, that get along great for the most part but have a completely dead bedroom. If they are happy that's totally cool, but I have some direct and admittedly indirect evidence that might tell a different story.

Marcus is sexually frustrated within his marriage and has expressed that to me on several occasions openly and freely. That is about as direct as it gets, I know he still struggles with this. Julia has had more than a few instances of very flirty, albeit from my biased pov, interactions with me that honestly left my head swimming a bit. One time Marcus was heading to the store and Julia and I were hanging out in our apartment living room together and she suddenly, after Marcus left, came and sat right next to me on the couch and leaned on me to show me a tik tok that she liked. She was putting her face extremely close to mine and leaning on me with her arm and hands, and at that point in time it made me a bit uncomfortable because it felt so blatantly flirty.

Shortly after that occurred Marcus went out of town on a work trip for a few days and this was the first time Julia and I had the apartment to ourselves. A day after Marcus left a loud car crash happened right outside our apartment at 6am causing a huge uproar of screeching brakes and crumbling metal. This sound immediately woke Julia and I up and she immediately called me on the phone. She was panicked, understandably, and needed someone to help calm her down. I came out of my room to hers and she is frantically looking out of her bedroom window at the crash scene. I gently guide her away from the window and she kinda collapsed at the threshold of her bedroom door in a panic and so I sat next to her on the floor. I placed my hand on her shoulder and just tried talking to her and thankfully after a few minutes she calms down and even laughs a bit. To paint the scene a bit I am wearing shorts and a t-shirt, and honestly some pretty slutty shorts because I was just sleeping in my room and had no intention of being seen in them. That was a relevant detail because after comforting Julia for a few minutes on the floor next to each other, she started rubbing her hand on my bare thigh pretty close to my junk, and kept it there for a bit.

I kinda froze here and after what felt like an eternity in an oddly specific taboo pocket dimension, where the only thing that happens is your friend's wife rubs your upper thigh for an uncomfortable length of time, while staring at you intently, I shambled to my feet and helped her up as well. I awkwardly walked over to the living room and she promptly followed and sat on the couch next to where I was standing. We continued to maintain a kinda flirty and easy flowing conversation for the next hour before I admitted to being quite tired after the adrenaline settled down and probably needed to go back to sleep. I kept my distance from Julia the rest of the time while Marcus was out of town, partly out of being tired but mainly because my head was going crazy.

These events took place around a year ago and after that it was like a switch flipped and I have just kept lusting after Julia despite her being my best friend's wife. I find myself trying to put myself around Julia sometimes when Marcus is off somewhere and it always results in a seemingly flirty interaction with her. One time Julia even rejected Marcus's call when we were talking while he was out of the apartment somewhere and she even made a flirty comment roughly saying,"Marcus would be so jealous if he knew I rejected his call for us to keep talking." She said that while maintaining direct and intense eye contact with me but then I awkwardly chuckled and made en excuse to leave. There have been many other flirty micro-interactions between Julia and I since then, but I fear even Tolkien might find me a bit long-winded in my descriptions if he might somehow have the displeasure of finding himself reading this post.

Masturbation also seems to steer towards the thought of Julia nearly every time, and on a few occasions I have come close to straight confessing to her how much I want her. The idea of sending a risky text to Julia to test the waters and then sending an "oops sorry, wrong person" if need be (pretty lame, I know) turns me on more than I care to admit. This is all incredibly lustful, and while Julia and I definitely have great chemistry in many ways, the tension is entirely sexual. This has of course made it more difficult to hang out around them, and while I might just be delusional, I unfortunately feel like it's entirely possible there is a universe where I betray my best friend and start a sexual relationship with his wife behind his back. The thought of doing something so incredibly awful and selfish makes me feel like a shite person and an even worse friend, but truthfully it gets me going more than anything else.

Seems a bit silly to type all of this out, and I'm sure my grammar was teetering on brain-rot levels, but maybe it will allow me to push the idea of sleeping with my friend's wife out of my head. Hopefully, I can turn my attention to something more productive and healthy.

I’ve been spiraling for months about my hairline. Somedays I go from having hope but I constantly go back and check and every source of planet earth is telling me I won’t have hair.

If I end up looking like my dad, there’s genuinely no future for me. I can’t afford treatment and it’s consuming my life.

Being short genuinely isn’t awful but losing your hair alongside it is brutal.

The worst part is, you don’t know where it’ll stop but it’s sure going.

I wish somebody told me about this as a guy. I guess nobody’s eager to tell you when you’re a kid that you gotta keep an eye out for your hairline.

I feel like a failure in school, I don’t want to play video games anymore, I just want to run away. If my appearance is fading, I’m not happy. I can’t live like this.

My husband(28m) and I (28f) have been married for 7.5 years and I think it’s all coming to an end.

I want my marriage to work, but I feel like I’m the only one that truly wants to work on things.

For some background: we only knew each other for 6 month before we got married (I know, I know.). And everything seemed great, our values seemed to align and it seemed like we had the same goals for life.

Our plan looked like me supporting him for the first few years in his career and then it would be time for him to support me while we started our family.

Well when it came time to start trying for kids, he decided he wasn’t ready and needed more time to work on himself to get to a place he felt ready to be a dad. Which was a bit heartbreaking for me, but I don’t want to have kids with someone who isn’t ready so we waited. And waited. But he just has’t felt ready.

I knew he wasn’t ready, so during those years I didn’t talk about children because I knew it stressed him out and that killed me, because I wanted to be excited for our future children. But one day a couple of months ago he told me that my desire for children made him feel unloved.

He knew I had an undeniable desire to have children, it feels like my purpose in life. But now he is throwing that in my face? I don’t know, it’s confusing.

While I’ve been supporting him through many career changes, my own career fell to the wayside and I had to let my license expire due to where we lived at the time and not being able to get home to renew it.

I’ve only been working part time the last 4-5 years due to him wanting me at home more, so that we could have more time together.

But now sometimes he says that he likes the idea of him being the stay at home parent, which a few years ago when I had a career that would have been fine with me, but now I don’t have a reliable income or let alone a license to keep working on.

It’s the inconsistency that stresses me out and I never truly know what he is thinking.

And our sex life is nonexistent these days. During our first few years he was very sexually pushy and we had sex every night due to him having to have an orgasm to be able to sleep, I had a breakdown due to being so tired from work and the lack of sleep during that time and things changed for the better.

I thought we were both on the same page and respected each other’s boundaries, until a couple of years ago.

He came to me and said that since my sex drive was so much lower than his, that he wouldn’t be initiating sex anymore and that it would be up to me, at first this sounded fine to me, but the pressure of it all and my past issues regarding sex started to come back and it has caused me to have a full on sex aversion and now I can’t bring myself to be in the mood at all. Sex turns me off so much now and I just want to cry.

My husband loves going down on me and things like that, but it just grosses me out so much. And I don’t know how to get past it.

I know I need therapy again, but I can’t really afford it right now. Everything is just falling apart and I don’t know how to keep it together anymore.

He doesn’t put any effort into anything, I have to be the one to bring anything up and I’m getting tired of it. I think I’m done fighting for us.

I don’t know if any of this makes any sense, but I just needed to get it off my chest in some way. I can barely make sense of anything anymore. I don’t have anyone in my life that I can talk to about all of this and I just needed it out.

My older sister (whom I love very dearly) is both someone I admire and deeply resent. She’s six years older than me and, for as long as I can remember, has been my best friend.

Half the time I completely forget that she’s actually my half sister. She’s our Mother’s daughter from a previous relationship. Her Dad is a deadbeat whose in jail.

My sister not having a Dad means that my Dad, effectively, became hers. She’s been Daddy’s little girl for all my life.

It has burned inside of me, since I’ve really understood that my sister has another Dad, how many experiences that should have been “mine” as the eldest daughter (for my Dad) were taken over as hers.

The one that kills me though?

My Dad’s family has traditions that are passed down in the family, several that are eldest daughter to eldest daughter…guess who our (paternal) grandma is passing these traditions down to?

My grandma has a necklace whose jewel has been passed from eldest daughter to eldest daughter for (as far as we can date) 245 years…it’s very obvious that she will not be passing it down to me.

I’m angry and resentful.

I understand no one wants to make her feel like she’s not family or any less loved but these are all things that should have been mine. ESPECIALLY the traditions.

Might be about to ruin my life and cause some awkward feelings but I’m planning on asking my grandma for the necklace within the next few weeks (I’ll be visiting her.) I’m trying to think of a tactful way to go about it but I just cannot watch another thing that should have been mine be passed right over me without, at least, fighting for it.

When I (F, POC) was in middle school I was very much a teacher's pet with almost all of my teachers (mostly female). One of the teachers (F) was great in that she gave me good grades even when I was failing math...which sucked in the long run obviously.

Another one of my teachers, (M, Caucasian), would have me search for trips, hotels, concert tickets (REO Speedwagon LOL) for him and his then-girlfriend (now wife). He had children that were I think younger than me and then more recently had twins with his ex-wife. I'm not sure if he cheated with the girlfriend or if she came after. He was much older, at least in his 50s and I was 12.

He would also ask me to grab his lunch from the teacher's lounge, warm it up, and rinse the tupperware out/clean it.

I'd do this all during class time. I was done with my work quickly so this wasn't taking away from my learning and it made me feel special. I also helped his kindergarteners do their homework because they skipped nap time and came up to his classroom instead (this was a K-8 school).

Looking back at it, I'm sure NONE of this was appropriate. I just hate that it happened and wonder if this impacted me in a million ways, and if my life before this led me to being in that position of basically being his maid.

I'm angry and also sad.

I am just angry that my girlfriend of one year decided that suicide was the best option on this earth. I have tried to love her unconditionally to make to make her feel loved and wanted to and cared about. But unfortunately, my love was not enough and she ended her life last weekend. Over the weekend she tried and tried to try to reach out to me, but I didn’t take the phone with me for an emergency hospital visit. She was not able to get a hold of me and felt that I was upset and angry with her. I had left her. She tried and tried and tried to get a hold of me but after failed the attempts, she went ahead and departed from earth. I’m angry at her for her decision her choice to do what she did.. but I am most heartbroken and I am just dying of guilt. I should’ve been there for or I should’ve taken the phone with me. I know in my heart of hearts I could’ve stopped this. But when she needed me most, and it was at her bow Loews point of her life. Her boyfriend, her support system her best friend was not there for her. We have promised each other and promised each other promised we would always always always work on each other. Come back to each other come back for what she did and I have to live with not being there for or even just being available to talk. Her family hates me so I am being excluded from most of our funeral services. I am the person who has supported her the most dare I say ever; financially and emotionally over the past year. I am I am trying to talk to her. I am trying to ask her to forgive me as I have forgiven her 40 essentially breaking my heart, the rest of my life. I am very angry. Bitter and sad. Not with her, but with her decision.. I heard mentally and physically every day since this has happened I can’t eat not drinking any water and sometimes I feel like the fire of life dimming. My girlfriend was my fire and human heart, walking deer and a woman’s body. I want nothing more than for her to forgive me wherever she is so that I can allow myself forgiveness and I could begin the healing process myself. I hope that when I depart this earth. God is waiting for me at the pearly gates, he walks up and puts his arm around me and says to me that her and my sister have been waiting for me.

I (23F) have two siblings, Sam (16M) and James (12M). Some details have been changed for anonymity.

Our parents have been divorced for 5 years. Our dad was having an affair with his co-worker. While it was a clean break, I had just turned 18 back then and was going out of state for university. It was extremely hard for me as the eldest sister to carry the weight of this, trying to support my siblings while also figuring out adulthood.

It's been years, I don't go to our small town often because I went into corporate as a fresh graduate. My siblings are both doing good at school as well. I recently went back home as we've been planning to stay at our maternal grandparents' place for a small get together. Since I don't usually get the chance to, I also went out with childhood friends around town. One of them, Lily (26F), is my cousin from my dad's side.

Lily and I have always gotten along, so we were talking about everything from the past to how we were doing now. When it got to the topic of my parent's divorce, Lily said she really commended how well I handled everything. She kept going on and on about this, it was pretty awkward for me as I, at that point, believed that I've already processed it as an adult and it's the past anyway. I told her as much and that I even went to therapy. Lily then said "if I found out about my sibling I wouldn't have been able accept it" (not verbatim). Of course, I was extremely confused and asked her what she meant. She was surprised and proceeded to tell me that my father's side of the family always suspected that James is not his child. Their talks during the divorce basically confirmed it.

I never knew about this until now. Obviously, I don't give a shit. He's my baby brother, I grew up with him as my sibling, and he'll always be family to me no matter the technicalities.

About Sam and James, I've decided I'll wait until they're both old enough to tell them because I don't want to keep this secret from them forever. But I also don't want this to affect us right now as they're both in a good place and it won't change anything about our relationship.

I am losing my mind. I hate my autistic, borderline, cptsd and ocd gf. I can’t stand all of the amenities, and having so many rules, and expectations. I hate her trauma from her parents, abusive exes, and ex friends. I hate how specific I have to be with my vocabulary, or I’ll be told that I shouldn’t be using words that I don’t truly understand. I hate the way she has to re explain her life story, I hate hearing her voice her opinions on every micro decision I make. I hate her always having to teach me a lesson, or have there be consequences for a mistake. I may avoid confrontation at times, but she down right expects it on a weekly basis. I hate the way that she has to course correct me. We’ve been together nearly 3 years, but don’t trust me to do anything without her. Or trust that I can take care of myself. She doesn’t trust me to be the father of her kids. She tells me adnauseum how my relationships are shallow, and that I don’t know as much about my own family and life as she does. I feel powerless at times, I feel like I don’t know how to not make her upset with me. Or have her triggered by me, or not impacting her in a way that I didn’t even think of. I hate how I get told to be quiet or need to be given an example. We aren’t equals, I don’t know how to be her equal. Sometimes I want things to work because when they are good they are good, but fuck does it suck when it’s not. So many lectures, so many “ I don’t need to hear it”, so many “ I’m more empathetic than most of the people on this planet” I hate how cocky she is, how she’s a queen of all trades, and Is super approachable to strangers. Always talented at any kind of sport or knowledgeable on a range of topics. I hate how much she analyzes me, I hate how much “mental load” she’s exhausted by, I hate how she asks me for everything and anything under the sun, and yet if I ask for one thing, she will always be sure to remind me of the exact ask, and when it was, and how much she disliked it. Then complains about me not complaining about doing something for her that I don’t exactly like to do. I’m an asshole for not complaining, but I don’t want to complain. But she needs the complaints, she needs to know what’s wrong with her, but I don’t know how to address her or situations together ever. She complains that everyone leaves her eventually, I’m trying not to, but I can’t take this forever.

Me and my hsuband have been married since we were 18 (me) and 20(him). And together since we were 14 and 16. So our whole life. we are working in the same place. But for the past 10 years he has only been in managerial positions and in 2023 he became the executive director. He was always very strict, with rigid rules, loved discipline for himself and others, goes regularly to the gym, eats healthy. Is a good looking man and very intelligent and I do love him. There are other hundreds people working here and he is a nightmare to them. No flexibility for anyone.

And now he has a personal assistant, a 28 years old woman who is his shadow. I barely see him anymore during the day as everything is communicated to us through her. She is worse than he was. he wasn't insulting people at least and she does, she "barks" at everyone, spies on everyone, everything needs to go through her.

I have a coworker in my team with a child with special needs and she didn't allow her to take a few hours off. I told my coworker to go and talk directly with my husband. I spoke to him in private and he was like, I don't care, she can leave. But at the end of the month she wasn't paid for those hours even though she worked on a Sunday. I told my husband about this at home and he said he doesn't know these details, he has important things to do and to tell my colleague to speak with his assistance as he cannot keep track of everything. His mail, his phone, everything is forwarded to her and 9 out fo 10 things do not even get to him. she stops them

I contacted him on his private phone to tell him our youngest daughter (we have 3 kids) has temperature. And she immediately appeared out of nowehere that he is in a very important meeting and to tell her what I want.

We have been working together for 12 years and it was the very first and only time when I told someone But I am his wife! She didn't say anything anymore. I went after him, knocked on his door (After meeting ended) and told him about the incident. He called her to his office and told her to never ever stop personal matters at her ever again. She apologised to him (not to me) and someone said they saw her crying in the bathroom.

She is very beautiful too and I must admit I am jealous but I wouldn't think too much of it if so many lines weren't crossed. A coworker that I am in good relationship with told me this woman said he is like a father to her (She grew without one). But he is 44, she is 28, so not really. With him she is sweet and submissive and kind and soft spoken and with us she is so mean. HR wanted to organise something celebrating women in the workplace. It needed his approval. He said ok, we can do whatever just to respect the allocated budgets. and she, on his behalf, rejected the event, calling in non sense.

At home he said he didn't know she did it, but maybe she had good reasons, like budgets. I cannot explain the way she looks at me, she never dares to tell me anything but its horrible. I told him about it too and he was like... women, what can I do about it? I told her to change her and he said he will not, she is very skilled and fits great in many positions

adding: she travels with him everywhere. Also I told him about the comment she made, that he is like a father for her. a father figure and he hardly held back laughter. he found it funny. and he also exploits her. he is calling her on sundays to do stuff for him. And also her skirts are way, way too short and her heels way too high. I asked him if he finds it OK and he said he will not tell her what to wear. If he is up to midnight in the office, she is too

I dont know how to explain this properly but I can feel when someone's engery is "off"

Like everything looks 'normal' they are still replying and saying the same things, still acting 'fine' but it just feels different. I feel the off tone even when its not visible. then I sit there feeling stupid that I even bought it up.

so i end up acting normal and pretending i didn't notice anything but it still sits in the back of my mind.

maybe im overreacting or overthinking, I generally dont know anymore.

I’m 26f & i became homeless about a month ago. I have 2 jobs and am in school, it just happened after a few car repairs, my rent being raised and a bad streak of luck. I got sick and was in the hospital for a few weeks right before my rent was raised and things just came tumbling after that, I was renting with air bnb but needed to save up to get approved for a new place, so I made a little bed in my car and started showering at the gym.

I didn’t tell anyone, I don’t really have anyone anyway. Only family is my dad and he lives far away.

He works with me at a restaurant, and has been vocal about having a crush on me but because I’ve been going through it I’ve always said no.

He found out I was homeless and wanted me to stay with him, I said no thank you. Although it was sweet, he has a bachelor apartment and I couldn’t do it. He already has zero space, and I couldn’t bring myself to be a burden on anyone. I would never ever ask anyone for help, even if I just needed 10$, I would never ask anyone I would always find a way to make it.

I have a regular customer I’ve become friends with, he is in his 40s, single and owns quite a large house with tons of space and extra bedrooms. Before anyone gets nervous he’s safe lol, really good friend to me and known him 3.5 years now.

He also found out I was homeless, and offered me a room. I turned him down at first but he said he was pretty lonely anyways and would love to have me.. so I offered rent but he wouldn’t accept it so we just decided I would do his grocery shopping/cook when I can since he pays people to do that stuff anyways.

So in this scenario I don’t feel as much like a burden, I still feel guilty and I’m saving like crazy to make sure I can find a place asap because I don’t want him to think he’s stuck with me.

But I’m sleeping in his guest bedroom, have my own bathroom. I don’t feel in the way at all. We’re having fun together, all is good.

Anyways my friend 26m who I work with screamed at me, like fully screamed at me when he found out. Said he was willing to offer me space he didn’t have, but I chose someone with more money over him. Said his apartment wasn’t good enough even when I was homeless.

I never ever wanted to hurt him, and it was never like that 😭 I’ve just been crying all night, I did not want to be in his way. He was extremely sweet for the offer but even if I paid rent I would feel awful.

We work similar shifts too, so he would be stuck with me in his apartment all the time. There’s only one room, moving my stuff in would be annoying enough for him. I really just couldn’t do it, but it wasn’t about me. If I was only thinking about myself I would have said yes in a heartbeat.

I just feel so bad, I called him and left a message explaining it all but he didn’t call back or text. I see what he was saying, but he had it all wrong. & when he offered for me to move into his place for a bit, I didn’t even have the offer from my other friend yet… I didn’t pick one over the other.