r/TrueOffMyChest

I (29f) am a HS teacher. This past December my student(17f) was rumored to have had a wedding ceremony. I kept it in my mind but also, rumor mills run rampant in HS.

Late April another rumor started about her being pregnant. Teen Pregnancy does happen at my district more than others in our area. I never heard a confirmation until last week. A student showed me the gender reveal post.

I did digging on her wedding, marriage license, the mystery man.

Turns out they did indeed have a wedding ceremony in December while she was 17, a few teachers attended it from what I saw on social media. However they didn’t file the marriage license until May 1st, the day after she turned 18… whats worse is he’s 32, had 2 previous marriages.. I reported to admin about this as we are mandated reporters. They said I was being “culturally insensitive” since this student is from a different country.

I want to report it to police but now I don’t know if I’m being insensitive of their culture. But it feels like she was groomed before becoming an adult by a 32 year old grown man with 2 previous marriages!!! It is ringing alarm bells

Y'all, I don't enjoy it. At all.

As a woman, aren't we supposed to be woo'd by this?

Well it doesn't feel good to me at all.

Am I missing something here?

There's a hype about it and it's peddled as some diamond oasis of serene blissful climax pleasure.

I'm not feeling it.

Ever.

That's all.

My brother and his girlfriend were staying with me in an RV in my backyard. One night, I heard a scream, so I ran to their RV and opened the door in horror to find her face bloodied up and topless, asking for help. I gave her my cardigan and told her to go into the house to call the police. I told my brother to walk with me through the neighborhood.

My neighborhood is a gated community with a speed limit of 5 mph and a lot of speed bumps. It was 6:00 PM, so it had just gotten dark, and we have a lot of kids who play out there because it is safe.

Well, as we were walking, I saw a police officer driving at least 40 mph through the neighborhood. I signaled him with my hands to slow down, but he blew right past me in a space just big enough for his car and us between the parked vehicles on the street. After they flew by us, I explained to my brother calmly that he was about to get arrested and to just go back with me and take accountability.

When we got back, the officers tackled him. After they got him in cuffs, one of the officers jumped up and started pushing me, yelling and cursing that I should never tell an officer to slow down. I told him calmly that this is my neighborhood and he has no excuse for putting all the kids and residents in danger by driving like that. He then proceeded to handcuff me, pushed me against the wall in my garden, and told me to sit in the mud.

He ran my record, telling me that if he found anything on me, I was going to jail too. I told him that my record is clean.After running my license, he came back to me claiming he found something on my record. I laughed and said, "No, you didn't." He said he did but wasn't able to see what it was, but that I definitely had a record.A little later his superior pulled him aside. I do not know what he told him, but after that, the bully cop helped me up, uncuffed me, and apologized for his behavior because he didn't know who I was.

We are in our early 30s. I’ve known her 25 years. She’s stank since we were kids.

I can’t tell any of my other friends about this, and obviously can’t tell her about it, so here I am to vent.

Like anyone, I absolutely HATE bad smells. And she just smells bad. Sometimes she sits in my car and just stinks, and I get aggravated but don’t say anything or show it, obviously. Some days are worse than others. I find that when we’re in a car, it smells worse. I think it’s kind of like a hot box.

She knows she has a slight odour issue and blames it on excess sweat. She showers daily, sometimes twice, and tries to avoid things that makes her sweat. Other than the sweat, she does not have a medical issue, as far as I know (we’re really open with each other).

But the smell isn’t sweat. It’s just a general stink. Sometimes it’s her breath that stinks (she brushes twice a day) and sometimes it’s just her. Sometimes it’s both.

I don’t need advice on this - I won’t be telling her about this. I don’t want her feeling bad over something she already knows about and is insecure about. But I needed a place to vent my frustrations into the nothingness.

I (17F) have known this girl since first grade. We’ve never been friends, and she’s always been part of the mean girl groups at school.

Recently, I got a scar on my forearm from dropping a heavy PC tower while moving it to my desk. The screws caught my arm, and it was deep enough that I needed stitches. Since it's summer, I started wearing t shirts, so the scar is visible

Well, I found out she’s been spreading rumors that I’m suicidal and self harming, and literally making fun of me for it. It's incredibly messed up. I am absolutely not suicidal, and honestly, it felt so disrespectful to people who actually struggle with that. I decided to confront her when i walked past her one time and she literally started singing “im suicidal suicidal”… that one song. She immediately claimed it was "just a joke", and i should “chill”

In the heat of the moment, I snapped. I’ve noticed over the last few years that she rarely eats at school, idk if she is infact anorexic or not, but I told her, "Well, how about I go tell everyone you’re anorexic since no one ever sees you eat? But don't worry, it's just a joke."

My friends say she totally deserved it, but I still feel awful. I can't believe those words came out of my mouth, and I feel like a shit person. When I said it, she just shrugged and said "I don't care” so I don't even know if an apology would mean anything to her. Should I apologize, or just let it go and move on?

Turned 30 Tuesday and my mom posted happy birthday to my dog on Facebook last year. This year nothing. No call, no text, no like on the one photo I posted. My best friend's mom mailed me a hand written card. Said she's proud of who I'm becoming and that I'm welcome at their thanksgiving like always. She's known me since I was 14 and apparently she's been the one keeping track.

I sat on my kitchen floor and cried holding that card while I watched my actual mother like a coworker's vacation photos on instagram in real time. The little hearts were appearing while I was on my phone trying to decide if I should text her first or wait to see how long it'd take her to notice. I work nights, live alone and don't have kids. My evenings are pretty quiet.I have some money saved to take her on a trip for her 65th. Was going to surprise her with it at christmas. Sitting there with that card in my hand I realized I've been trying to buy a version of her that doesn't exist for 30 years.

She's not bad at remembering. She remembers my brother's anniversary every year. She remembers her hairdresser's kid's name. She's bad at remembering me. When do you stop trying

This is going to sound insane. I know it sounds insane. I’ve been sitting with this for four days and I still can’t say it out loud to anyone in my life so I’m saying it to strangers on the internet.

I broke up with my girlfriend 4 days ago. We were together for a year. Lived together for the last 6 months. She’s beautiful and fun.

On paper, we were perfect. On Instagram - and I mean that literally, she has a large following - we were VERY perfect. Couple goals. Sunday brunches. Rooftop bars. The whole feed.

I ended it. I sat her down and told her I couldn’t be the version of myself I wanted to be in the relationship. I told her we wanted different domestic lives and I didn’t think either of us should have to compromise on that. I gave her clean, honest-sounding reasons that were technically true and completely hollow and I walked out.

The real reason is a 4 kg animal that I cannot name in this post because even typing it feels like I’m admitting something that will make every single person reading this think I’m the problem. I’ll describe the situation without naming the species. You’ll figure it out.

Her pet - her beloved, her baby, her content, her brand, her identity - made my life miserable for six months straight. This animal:

- Woke us up screaming at 4:30 AM every single morning. Not for food. For attention because it would just sniff the food we gave it and walk away.

- Peed on my side of the bed. Never on hers. Always on mine. Multiple times. Once on my pillow. I threw the pillow out.

- Peed on my gym bag the day I moved in. My shoes were inside. Had to throw out the bag and the shoes. My girlfriend said it was “marking me as family.”

- Peed on my winter jacket that I’d left on a chair. Dry cleaning couldn’t get the smell out.

- Walked on kitchen counters with paws that had just been in its own waste.

- Pushed my laptop off the counter with one paw. Cracked the screen. My girlfriend filmed a video about it that got 80,000 views and a brand deal with a laptop sleeve company. She made money from my broken laptop. I paid hundreds of dollars to fix it.

- Bit me. Full bite. Through my hand. I was moving it off the kitchen counter - the counter it walks on with shit paws, where we make food - and it bit through the webbing between my thumb and index finger. I bled on the counter. I needed rabies shots. My girlfriend picked the animal up, checked ITS mouth first, and said “he’s scared, you grabbed him too fast.” I didn’t grab him. I lifted him with both hands. Gently. The way every website says to do it. The bite got infected. I missed two days of work. She never apologized. The animal never faced any consequences. No behavioral training. No vet consultation. Nothing. I just had a hole in my hand and an antibiotic prescription and a girlfriend who was more worried about the animal’s stress levels than my open wound.

- Scratched my desk. Not a cheap desk - a solid wood desk I’d saved up for. The legs are destroyed.

- Destroyed my bookshelf. Claw marks on every visible surface. I’d had it for six years. It survived two apartments and a move across the country. It did not survive six months with this animal.

- Destroyed the couch I brought in. My couch. That I bought. Scratched the arms until the fabric frayed. My girlfriend bought a couch cover to hide the damage. The animal pulled the cover off within a week. She said “he doesn’t like the texture.” The ANIMAL doesn’t like the TEXTURE of the thing protecting MY furniture from the ANIMAL.

- Stole food off my plate. Hissed at me when I took the plate back. My girlfriend said it “must really like your cooking.”

- Came into the bedroom every night. My girlfriend removed the door handle so the animal had unrestricted access. It slept between us.

- Interrupted us when we were getting intimate. Sat on my pillow. Watched. Made eye contact. My girlfriend said “just ignore him.” Then it walked across my bare back. She stopped everything to pick it up and ask if WE had disturbed IT.

- She built her entire online identity around this animal. Content every day. Ring lights. Brand deals. Merch. It has a birthday party every year with a custom cake and human guests who bring wrapped gifts. I sang happy birthday while it licked itself.

I tried to address individual problems. The bedroom. The counters. She explained everything away. The animal was anxious. The animal was stressed. The animal was expressing itself. The animal was sensing my energy. Nothing was ever the animal’s fault. Everything was either normal behavior that I needed to accept or a response to something wrong with ME.

I couldn’t break up with her over this. I know that sounds crazy. But she has a huge online platform built around this animal. If I had said the real reason - if I had said “your pet is destroying my life and my sanity and my belongings and my ability to get intimate with you” - it would have been a post within the hour. A story. A carousel. A reel with a crying selfie and the animal on her chest and a caption about how some men can’t handle a woman who knows how to love.

I would have been the villain. The guy who couldn’t handle a pet. Four hundred thousand people would have had an opinion about me. Strangers would have found my name. My profiles. My job. I would have been the main character of the internet for a week and a cautionary tale forever.

So I couldn’t tell her the truth.

A friend helped me come up with the line, “We want different domestic lives and I don’t see that changing.” And that, “I couldn’t be the version of myself that I want to be in this relationship.”

I just said that instead of saying the truth. Because if you ever mention someone’s badly behaved pet as a reason for breakup, you are immediately labelled as a monster and a red flag. People don’t consider nuances in these situations. And my ex would have told everyone (like she’s telling everyone about our breakup now). But knowing the real reason would have given her months of content. And we have so many common people that if I tell anyone, it will eventually reach her.

But the truth is a small, four-kilogram creature that sleeps eighteen hours a day ruined my relationship. It ruined my furniture. It ruined my sleep. It ruined my ability to be intimate with the woman I was with. And I let it happen for six months because I really liked her and I thought I could adjust and I couldn’t.

If you’re reading this and you’re in a relationship with someone whose pet is making you miserable - I’m not going to tell you to leave. That’s your call.

But I’m going to tell you this: it doesn’t get better. They don’t choose you. They will always choose the animal. Not because they don’t love you. Because they love the animal in a way that doesn’t have a ceiling. And your love - your human, complicated, conditional, needs-things-back love - will always come second to something that purrs. So the best you can do is take yourself out before it drives you insane.

I’m sorry. I know this sounds insane. It felt insane to live.

I F21 went to a bar and played pool with a bunch of strangers. Men bought me drinks and i got flirty with one in particular and we kissed. we got fairly drunk and ended up at his place. we kissed again for only 30 seconds before he took out his junk and demanded i touch it. i panicked and said i had to go. he blocked my way and repeatedly took my hand to his dih while i resisted. I pretended like i was gonna stay and as soon as he moved from the door i bolted. i ran as fast as i could before he had time to get dressed and follow me. he tried chasing me down and i lost him. i stumbled 30 min home and im still drunk and gonna sleep it off.

i’m aware that we were gonna have do it but it was the lack of foreplay that made me wanna leave. we kissed for 30 secs and BAM his junk was out.

I was SA’d by an ex bf several times few months ago and again by a stranger on a night out a month ago and i couldn’t escape that time. i Thiught i was gonna be ok this time but i got anxiety at sex. i keep putting myself in these situations in hopes of regaining control it’s ever so confusing when will i ever learn

I hate how the world has become one big popularity contest now. I used to get bullied at school and when i was home my mom and stepdad used to scold me for playing pokemon or watching anime because “i cant make money playing video games”. Mind you these same people used to get me picked on from the small group of friends i did have because i didn’t have cable or internet so we were always bored when they came over (obviously i learned they were never really my friends later). But wouldn’t get it because they said we needed to focus on school not “rot our brains” with media crap while they sat in their room with a giant tv and 4k blue-ray player.

NOW? They love telling me “oh?, why aren’t you famous yet? You could’ve been playing those games the whole time? PEOPLE ARE GETTING PAID NOW YOU KNOW?” Yea no shit. Thanks for never believing in me. They even went out their way to get rid of all my old games and cards because it was “just sitting there” after i left when i was 16. Couldn’t take everything with me but they sure made sure that got sold off. The point im making now is my WHOLE FAMILY IS ON TIK TOK and everyone wants to be content creators. Its all about who has the most followers in our family because they think im weird and a loser because i lost the urge to even talk to people through years of depression.

Now my moms brain is so fried she literally is on the app all day non stop trying to go viral at 58 twerking and dancing like some moron and its embarrassing. She literally will sit in the car for HOURS just being on tik tok. It made her even more immature and ignorant because she really thinks she is like Cardi B and worships her. Its almost hilarious but super depressing because she literally only cares about herself. She deadass thought a zombie apocalypse was real because a tik tok she seen. We had a fullblown argument because im literally explaining to her its the behind the scenes of train to bussan. She kicked me out. Over a fucking tik tok. Idk sorry for the long post just needed to vent tbh

My (28m) girlfriend (25f) left me two days ago, just before our 2 year anniversary.

Her reason was that she can no longer do this anymore. That she lost herself. She said the main reason was that she didn't feel like a woman anymore. That she was no longer touched or feeling attractive.

Background: everything went very well until about 6 months ago, when my mom was diagnosed with aml leukemia.

My mom is the only relative I have left and she is very important to me. I love her a lot. This whole cancer thing has put so much pressure, anxiety and stress on me that I began having GI issues. I lost almost 6 kgs in the first 2 months. I did my best to manage the situation as well as I could given the situation. I tried splitting trips to the hospital with taking her from school or work afterwards. I tried spending more time with her, even though she always made plans without involving me, and always invited me to said plans, but never really came with a plan of her own.

My mom had to move in with me and her at our place because the hospital is far from her place. First month things went well. Next month, my mom's second stay, we barely made it into the apartment after I brought mom home from the hospital. She was sitting on the couch, watching TV and started a fight with me because I asked her nicely to not go out unnecessarily the day before my mom arrived home, out of hospital. That's because her immunity is inexistent so she had to be protected, at least for a while. She didn't even bother to say hi to my mom. Fighting with me was more important.

Now we arrive at the current stay out of the hospital, where she decided to leave me alone with my mom for 2 days, then came back home from a party and broke up with me. She said it's because she couldn't take it anymore, that she lost herself trying to help me and keep the relationship afloat. She said she wanted me to be more attentive, to buy her flowers more often. But the main pain point was that I was not having any more intimacy with her. She however put it in such an ugly and hurtful way, saying: "you told me you wanted kids with me, how are we gonna make them??", repeatedly.

I know we had very little intimacy while I had to deal with my mom's issues.. but I just couldn't do it. Because of all the stress, I couldn't do it. And it hurt a lot to know that, even though I communicated with her why I can't do it, she still decided to put it so bluntly.

I really tried. She gave me two weeks to change, I tried to change small things at a time, because I had to handle my depression, stress, mom and her feelings. I put mine on the back burner because of this. She said nothing changed and that she's done.

I couldn't muster the strength to say what I was feeling because she came at me really out of nowhere, after not talking with me for a day, and even this time I had to initiate the conversation. I just said it was all my fault because I didn't want to lose her, so I wanted to do anything I could to make her stay.

She packed some of her stuff (I also helped her pack) and I drove her home with her belongings.

Before leaving, she said "please write me" and that "i love you".

However, after writing to her the following day, she wrote back that her decision is final and that I had to respect it. So I did.

She came back to my place today to gather her remaining stuff. I tried to be as polite and calm as possible, even though it hurt. I asked her how she was doing and offered water and food.

While gathering her stuff, she tells me, unprovoked, that she lost a pair of pants in a man's car she met at one of those parties a couple days ago and that this dude said he's sleeping with her pants under his pillow. That broke me really bad.

Before leaving, I asked her to please sit down. I wanted to tell her what was eating me from inside out: the fact that, as she put things, it was all my fault. She never took any blame. So I had to talk to her and at least tell her that I really tried, all things considered, to make her happy. I noted to her that her comment of "how are we gonna make kids" really hurt, knowing my manly issues.. she responded with: "but it's true, isn't it?". I tried to defend myself saying I tried doing small things, such as making her sandwiches for work, leaving her notes for her to read when waking up, always cleaning the apartment on my own, doing dishes, chores, groceries, staying awake and holding her until she fell asleep, kissing her on the forehead.

She said, for some women, intimacy is more important. That it was not close enough. That also hurt a lot because holding her was a safe space for me. I did it because I loved her.

I said I am very sorry for not buying flowers more often. She said it's not as important, that it was just an anecdote when she said it last time.

Afterwards, she tried to leave. I have to admit I raised my tone a bit, because I was hurting and she really could not understand that my mom was very important to me.

She said I have to go see a psychologist to fix my issues. That, as she put it "I will be gone, your mom will be gone and you will be alone". I could not believe my ears.

That broke me even more. I did my utmost, in the situation, to make her happy and take care of my mom, because she only has me and I only have her. It appears that was not important to her.

I am now alone but feeling like a weight was taken off my shoulders. I feel like she showed her true colors today.

I want to note that she actually was very supportive and did a lot of work to keep me going. Cooking mostly, but in other ways as well. I always told her that "I don't know if, were the situation inverted, I could do what you did for me" - but I said this as a compliment to her.. at least in my head.

I know I was wrong. I made a lot of mistakes. But what she said today is unforgivable to me. My mom has also been feeling sad because of this.

I don't know if I did all I could for her. I feel guilty that she had to endure all the stress and the lack of intimacy.. Maybe I could have done more for her. I don't know. It's been a tough time.

me and my best friend took shrooms the other night and she finger fucked me. i haven't even had my first kiss. obviously i liked the fingering but i think it's really funny that ive never kissed anyone but have gotten fingered 🤷‍♀️

13years together, 3years married, no kids.

I almost never worked my whole life. I did several part-time jobs before I met my husband and few years working while we were poor college students.

As soon as my husband got his job, I never worked. We moved across the country and I lost all my friends. He wanted me prioritizing hanging out with him after his 8-5 work, weekends, and holidays.

It looked like I was having the best life. We traveled outside the country 2-3x a year, flew different states for camping and exploring in general. Sometimes we would go Europe and Asia for a month. He worked remote and I would do whatever I wanted during the day.

All these trips I never had to worry about money.

Honestly it was lonely in a way. Recently I found a new volunteer program working with animals and rescues. I met some of the most wonderful people and I loved doing what I did. Waking up at 430AM and working (volunteer) until 6-7PM felt like nothing but joy when helping animals.

I made friends through this volunteer and other animal rescue programs, beach cleaning, and other communities. While my husband’s at work, I have brunch with some friends, go hiking, volunteering and whatnot.

However, the more I’m getting involved with all the people, I’m realizing how husband’s been controlling of me.

He stops me from hanging out with people, talk badly of all the people I meet, belittle my volunteer work, and discourage me from doing what I genuinely enjoy.

He never talks to me about his work, about what he does, or anything really. I realized it’s always me talking and him judging me. He can’t have proper conversation, just explaining in short as possible or asks me what’s the point of even talking about certain topics.

Whenever I try something new like dog sitting or selling my artwork, he tries to manage everything. He’s good at what he does but very controlling. So much planning and nothing gets actually done. I once sold my artwork and postcards on Instagram without telling him and made enough pocket money I even wrote on my taxes. I got 10k followers on my art Instagram and still selling few prints. After I told him eventually, he would judge me and tried to “expand the business his way”.

I have the luxury to not having to work but also feel trapped. My family was never rich and I pretty much grew up with barely roof above our heads but had good childhood. My parents always made me feel safe and let me have my freedom.

I wish to make dog rescue sanctuary one day. Adopt dogs and rescue, have a big farm or yard to care for them. I’ve met so many amazing vet friends who also wish to do something similar. It’s fun to even just talk about it.

My husband hates these kind of dream talks. And everyday feels so dull with him…

He’s always on Reddit, scrolling away. Never have conversations really. Other than what to eat, where to go next vacation, what to DO next.

Idk how to explain it but… I’ve been feeling like I’m ready to restart life. I feel content thinking about divorce. Life with nothing luxury. I never wanted luxuries, brand products, Michelin star restaurants and whatnot. I have most fun when I’m chatting with my colleagues about dogs/cats, our silly daily life, the small happiness.

I feel spoiled for saying all this when I don’t even have job myself. It’s such an entitlement? Privileged? Life and thoughts.

I’m not sure where this is going but hopefully I can make a dog/cat sanctuary where I can help animals in need one day with a community who feel the same.

Thinking about divorce and I feel strangely content.

As the title says, I made the girl I was dating cry, unintentionally. We are not dating anymore, but it still is killing me inside. I phase out every day sometimes even tear up picturing her face after I said those words.

For context, I met this girl, around 3 months ago and we hit it off right away. She has past trauma and a sickness which I am not disclosing. I kissed her knowing she has that sickness, my first kiss. She was very open to me about it from the start, I was fine with it actually. I still wanted to date her, I didn't want some sickness to stop us from getting together. Well, it's easy to think this way but can be very taunting to go through with sometimes. She initially didn't want to date me, due to her trainer, though she liked me. But she herself suggested us dating. First date was amazing though we were technically already dating as friends.

The second date, we were cuddling and I was telling her how much I like her, maybe even love her. After 5-6 hrs of cuddling and playing around, I uttered some stupid words. I said "I want a normal life and I want kids", which I meant, and I didn't think her sickness would be stop us from having it either. I meant it in a way that I just want a chill and family oriented life, but she took it the wrong way and that I was implying something about her sickness. She teared up right away and didn't cry in front of me. But I know she cried after getting home.

I feel awful, she trusted me and chose me against all the odds, and said I would understand her. I am a fucking piece of shit, for breaking her trust. I feel less of a man for making a girl cry. Giving her so much hope and breaking it just in our second date, though I totally didn't mean it and would have spent the rest of my life with her condition happily.

I told her what my words trule meant, but it was too late, damage was already dealt and there is no taking back. We didn't break up over that, we lasted for 1.5 more months, but I knew it was over once those words came out of my mouth. I miss her and there is no way I can have her.

I am a shitty person. I will never ever break the heart of someone close to me.

I was a picky eater (still am in many ways) and was given grief for it for years. Friends and family would call me out on not being more adventurous about what I eat. So I got irritated and started trying anything anyone offered to try where before I would just say "No thank you" and not try whatever it was they were offering. So I learned as long as I try stuff no one cares what I choose to eat as long as I am willing to try whatever it is they are eating. So I can still chose to eat my burger or whatever I want as long as I am willing to try anything and no one will call names or be rude.

I (24 F) had a one night stand with a guy ( 25 M) i met at a club. I never felt such an instant connection and chemistry to someone and we talked a lot about religion/ our lives/ careers / future plans etc before getting physical. He told me in french je t’aime bien which means i like you/ i think you’re cool .

He was also very respectful during it and was telling me i was beautiful. I really regret the way I acted cold the morning after because I was a bit insecure of how I looked so i rushed in the morning, also because that’s i guess the etiquette of a one night stand, but deep down i felt like he wanted me to stay because before i even got up he asked me est ce que tu es pressée which means do you have something / are you rushed to go do something, which my brain interpreted as he wants me to leave now.

I also acted cold because the night before we were both leaving the night club and he had to get his jacket so i asked him to give me his insta so he can text me where to meet to leave to his place but he just said i dont have instagram let’s meet at the door.

Im probably looking into the whole thing too much. But i really hate this because I did not expect to connect to the person I only wanted to hook up. I looked him up and found only his Linkedin ( obviously cant text him there )and I just think he was an interesting nice guy and I regret the whole thing

I hope this fits, but I had a rough past with my father, He wasn’t even really a father if I’m being honest, Just a man who yelled, hit, and got rough with me.

I’ve gotten tired of hearing,”I’m sorry for your loss.” And,”That’s a shame, He raised a good man.” And so on.

He didn’t raise me, and I’m not saddened over his death, I’d rather hear,”Congratulations!” Or,”You did good for yourself.” Then anything else.

So, I’ve just started saying he’s on vacation to random people I cross paths with, or meet through my husbands work, or through my own work just so I can avoid the pity talk with them, I’m so sick of hearing about him even after he’s passed, but he somehow had plenty of friends who still miss him.

And I definitely can’t stand when they say,”You look like him.” Or that I remind them of him, He was a drunk, and a loser, I’m not. I spend time with my son, I spend time with my husband and his family, I remember my days and wake up feeling refreshed and happy to start my day.

I may be his genes, but I’m nothing like him, and I don’t see it as a compliment, None of the people who knew him KNEW him like I did, They got a friendly side, I got the real side, and I’m just so tired of him, even after his passing, He still haunts me.

I work in a corporate office and because of the kind of work I do, I sometimes end up working in a more isolated area away from the rest of the office. I also come in a bit later and leave later than almost everyone else.

Yesterday, I finished working and walked out assuming the office was basically empty. As I passed the cubicle area, I saw two coworkers sitting together acting SUPER awkward and startled, like they absolutely did not expect anyone else to still be there.
I didn’t actually see anything happen, but they were definitely doing the whole quickly look to the screen and pretend you were working routine. Avoiding eye contact, acting overly casual, looking embarrassed. He was definitely blushing. I could tell by the light from the screen light that the CPU was just waking up

One detail that made it stand out is that they were sitting at his cubicle. I know their departments are currently collaborating on a project together, so technically there’s a normal reason they’d be interacting, but this did not look like coworkers simply staying late to work.

What makes it messier is that the woman already has a bit of office lore attached to her. Before I worked here, apparently she hooked up with another coworker who was married. Enough people have casually mentioned it in conversations. Supposedly it caused enough drama that she ended up moving to another department.

The guy this time is someone I barely know, so I have no idea if he’s single, married, dating someone
I do not want to tell anyone about this. I don’t want to start gossip or become “that guy” spreading rumors around the office. Now I’m activelly catching myself from mentioning it in conversations with my colleagues.

I doubt either of them will approach me about it, and I hope they never do because rather pretend I saw nothing.
I mostly just needed to get this off my chest so i can just stop thinking about it every time I am in conversations at work.

ok i dont even know where to start.

my best friend. we knew each other for like 10 years. then he got married. and slowly he changed. he stopped answering calls. when we met he would check his phone every few minutes. if she called he had to leave right away. one time we were hanging out for maybe an hour and she called him 4 times. he didn't even say "hey im with my friend" he just said "ok im coming" and left.

so one day i told him. i said "bro i think she's controlling you. you're not yourself anymore." i wasn't trying to be mean. just worried. he got quiet. then he left. and we havent talked in like 6 months now. he doesnt answer my texts. his wife blocked me.

maybe i should have kept my mouth shut. but i thought friends are supposed to tell each other when something is wrong.

and then there's my mom. she needs dental work. nothing crazy but for her its a lot of money. i cant help her. i dont have the money. i feel like shit every time i see her eat on one side of her mouth because the other side hurts.

my little sister. she's smart. she could probably go to a good university if someone helped her with tutors and prep classes. but i cant. i can barely pay my own rent. she never asks. but i know she deserves more.

sometimes i listen to eminem. like "cleaning out my closet" or "headlights". and i think damn. at least he had a reason to be angry. his mom did bad stuff. but me? my mom is actually good to me. my sister loves me. my friend was like a brother. and somehow i still end up alone.

i dont know. maybe i'm just a bad person. maybe i push people away and then blame myself because it feels better than doing nothing. or maybe i'm just too hard on myself. i really dont know anymore.

thanks for reading if you made it this far

For context, I'm in my early 30s (F) and single. I was mostly fine with being on my own but I'd definitely sometimes get a bit lonely, especially since it's just me and my pets (including two dogs).

I'm not entirely sure how it happened exactly but, over the last few weeks, I've been building a little routine with my dogs.

First they have their dinner. They often follow me around the kitchen whilst I prep this, or pick a spot to lie down and watch me potter about.

After dinner, I give them their medicine. One of them has tablets (antibiotics and pain meds), and the other has ear drops for an ear infection.

Then I brush their teeth. We do this every evening (I might sometimes skip an evening if I'm really tired).

I let them out for potty. Once they're done, I brush both of them and check/trim their nails as needed (I do this a couple of times a week).

I only make/reheat my dinner once the dogs are all sorted. They usually cuddle up to me whilst I'm eating. After that, it's time to get ready for bed - shower, skincare, and lights out!

It's such a simple routine but it's one of my favourite parts of the day. I get to spend half an hour or so just hanging out with my doggies and making sure they're looked after!

However, today I watched one of my dogs slowly close his eyes and rest his head on my hand whilst I brushed his teeth, and it occurred to me that it's probably also one of the best parts of their day too.

I can't describe how healing this process has been. There's so much sadness in the world right now but having these quiet moments with my boys has brought me so much joy and peace.

I genuinely opened it by accident because we get packages mixed up sometimes and I only realized after I had already opened it.
Inside was a huge bright red canine dildo. I was already mentally buffering from that because my brother acts very “straight dude bro” and has made lowkey homophobic comments before.
I tried to forget it happened.
Whatever. People have private lives. But at the same time wtf???

But then another package arrived for him today and I just couldn’t help but be curious… I know it’s my own fault but I just had to know.
it was a HORSE dildo.

Now I’m stuck with this cursed knowledge and I cannot look at him normally anymore. I feel bad because obviously that’s incredibly private and I would never expose him or shame him for it, but my brain keeps randomly going

“your brother owns a horse dildo.”

I know thats not the same thing at all but we own a male dog… and I… had some concerning thoughts.
Maybe it’s a gag gift for a friend? But TWO?
I’m very very confused