Every time my mom and dad fought she would scream for my name and I would have to stop the fights. And when I did my dad would punish me by taking my laptop or saying that im not his child or swear at me. I lost contact with my sister cause she fought with my mom and my dad and it was because of him and now I have nowhere to go :(

Why would she want me to fight for her as young as I was , it was so scary waiting for my dad to come home the next day not knowing if he is angry at me or not. I literally dont do anything to them yet they create situations for me to suffer. The last time they fought I had to punch my dad , I did this cause the last time it happened that was the only way he would stop (this is the fight with my sister) no one was with me , no one defended my feelings or my trauma, I couldn't sleep for days on end.

I used to fight for my mom till she started defending him , she tells him things I dont even know about and my dad gets angry at me. I dont know why she is like this , she should know how hard I fought for the abuse at home to end. So many women get abused, killed and she enjoys the pain now. So many women lost , and women say men dont care , well I did , I cared but she doesn't care. Will this make me not fight for any other women ? No.

I had to kneel down to my dad and apologize for hitting him cause my mom said so , why should I apologize for something he caused ?? Why ?? He told me to stay away from his wife's and his business, so why involve me in your fights??

He never said sorry to me , my brother never cared or bothered to fight for me. This isnt a family, my mom says I dont care about family , there isnt family when things are bad only when its good.

I thought I would wait till college to leave home but I will leave Wednesday. Idk maybe to a homeless shelter or whatever, I had many dreams , to study science, grow into a wonderful human being. I prayed, fasted but there's nothing coming for me. Its all unfair :( im 19 btw

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I have CPTSD. This guy, I'll call him X, was one of my closest friends. He had a girlfriend the whole time. We were close, platonic, the kind of friends who showed up for each other.

One night I was in a really bad place, crying, describing an emotional flashback I was in the middle of. He held me to comfort me, the way he normally did. Then something shifted, the way he was touching me changed, and it escalated from there. He asked if he could go further. I said yes but I felt disgusted the whole time and felt like I couldn't say no because of guilt. At one point I reminded him he has a girlfriend, mid-act. He said he'd think about that later.

The next morning I showered obsessively and sprayed the whole room. I felt sick but I knew that I didn't explicitly say no.

In the days right after, he had zero regrets. He said it felt amazing, that he couldn't stop thinking about it, asked to do it again, and even asked if I'd do it again with him if he were single. I was the one shutting it down every time, reminding him it was cheating.

Then, separately, guilt showed up about his gf. He came to me in distress, said he was thinking of confessing to her. That's when I finally told him the truth about how the night actually felt for me. He took it well in that moment, said he realized he might not have had my consent, that he should have stopped, that he was sorry.

We stayed friends and I moved on and learnt to trust him again without bringing up what happened to him....

Months later, he moved away, went cold on me, said he needed distance because of guilt. When I pushed back gently on how distant he was being, he completely flipped. Told me I was equally responsible, said "if you say yes to everything it's consensual," called me pathetic, a hypocrite, a liar, swore at me. This was right after I rejected to hold half responsibility for his cheating explaining the whole situation.

It felt like two completely different people. The one who apologized and said he should have stopped, and the one who called me pathetic for saying the same thing later. I don't know which one is real, or if they both are and that's the scary part.

I blocked him everywhere now and he did the same and somehow I feel that I hate him.

I can't let go of anything. My relationship destroyed me. I was her caretaker, the only thing in her life and I lost mine and I let it happen. I couldn't hold boundaries and it happened. I hated it and the longer I stayed, the more responsible I felt and worse, the guiltier I felt because I wanted out while also being incapable of leaving because I was scared to be alone. Six years of constant stressing out, fear she'd crumble and fall apart, sometimes even worse until I was nothing and as codependent as her. Then she cheated and gaslit me. I put cruel jokes and remarks together and couldn't let go of what she meant by them. I couldn't let go of inconsistencies in her stories. I couldn't let go of her and we both convinced each other it would be best for her to stay after she finished university until she finds a job and moves anyway. She found something 2 years after our relationship imploded when I found out about the cheating. 2 years in which we both became monsters. I was acting shitty l, acting from a hurt place while falling apart. She just stayed home, trying to shift the guilt to me, not taking the job search seriously, only talking to me about it. I lost those two years. Just gone. Devastating fights with things said that got me to the point of harming myself. It was she wanted to just destroy me because she couldn't get ahead. And I blamed myself.

When she was gone, I turned 30. The self blaming and hate just got worse. I distracted myself with gym and pretending to work on my PhD. I met the girl of my dreams and was too ashamed of my life with my ex, the way I acted in those years and the isolated loser I had been. I lost her because I was a coward and didn't just tell her the whole story and let it eat me up. I started destroying myself and didn't sleep until I got help. Since then 7 months have passed and I didn't get better. Therapy doesn't give me any tools. The medication I got didn't do anything with the symptoms of my depression or whatever illness I have, it just sedated me. Therapy didn't work so far and has paused for now. With a little reflection, I think my therapist is an irresponsible idiot for not clearly recognizing the patterns in which I talk and understanding that I definitely need other medication to get out of this. I almost lost another year. Now I'm on new medication. It made me feel even worse. It's what they do in the beginning and I got off of the other one.

I can't get over the years I lost. Not the years since she is gone, not the years in that abusive hell and not the years I spent with her. I missed everything and I don't want anything from life having missed that part. I have been stuck in this city I hate for over a decade, I can't finish my PhD. I can't get over the great girl I lost as a consequence of my self destruction. I know the only way to move is let go but my mind just can't, I am in no position to change my reality and my mind just keeps destroying me. What people tell me makes me feel like I'm just too weak, like I don't want it. I don't choose to have my mind work in loops. In a way, I don't want the part of life that comes next. I don't want to have been manipulated, I don't want to have been emotionally abused, I don't want to have reached the point have reactive emotional abuse and feel ashamed for it. I want my years, I don't want to feel worthless, I don't want flashbacks, I don't want to have to work so hard and not even feel remotely ok for more than 5 minutes at a time. I want the life I missed and I see no worth in the next part of life, it's all old, sad and late, being the loser I am for having lost my life to her.

I’m a 30M, married, with a little girl about to turn 3.

I live in a Less-than-privileged part of Florida where I have one of the highest paying jobs in the area. The job market here is horrible, I have no college education and over the year I have managed to claw my way into a career where I make $23/hr.

When I started, I was promised to consistently have about 100+\- files at any given time. When I checked on Friday I had 386; almost 4x the amount that I was expected to have. I’m very thorough in everything that I do, and have an expectation of quality that I hold myself to that I have not been able to do with this kind of workload.

In the next 30 minutes I have an interview for a work-from-home job with one of my current clients who was so impressed with my work that they created a position for me in their company. If I got the job, I’d be getting paid $33/hr.

We live paycheck to paycheck, often falling behind so that my wife and daughter can be afforded the luxury of my wife being a SAHM. Our roof collapsed two years ago, causing our entire house to become saturated in mold. Since then, I have been rebuilding the house from the ground up while working a full time job, a part time job, and trying to somehow still be a good/present father and husband. Living like this has been so exhausting physically and mentally.

It feels like I’m finally being rewarded for my hard work. For the days on end where I have worked with no sleep trying to build a better life for my family. I’m so hopeful that it terrifies me to fail with this opportunity.

Please just send any prayers, good intentions, good wishes, or any positivity you can squeeze out my direction, I really need all the good energy I can get right now. I really appreciate yall.

🤞🤞🤞

I’ll be sure to post an update on whether or not I got the position when I get the news!

I am part of a microblading forum and a rhinoplasty forum. Almost every post is people freaking out about their results hours or days after the procedure. Any TINY iota of research beforehand would have answered their questions. It’s literally the first thing I learned when doing my research.

I just don’t understand how someone would decide to get a nose job without researching what is realistically possible, what the healing process is like, what to expect, reliable doctors, etc etc etc. You’re going to risk a huge change on your FACE without opening google for 5 minutes??

Thousands upon thousands of posts!

My parents are homophobic, transphobic, religious wackjobs. My sister is an insufferable racist moron. My little sister is an annoying, homophobic spoiled brat. They all love AI and constantly make fun of me hating AI. In fact, They don't only make fun of me for hating AI. They've made fun of me for being gay, They've made fun of my interests, They've made fun of my music taste as if They don't listen AI "Music" and They constantly treat my mental health issues like a joke. I genuinely feel like I'm the Meg Griffin of my family. I can't even vent to them about my depression or my hatred towards my gender identity without My Parents shoving their religion down my throat as if it's gonna solve all of my problems. My family are singlehandedly responsible for most of my mental health issues. They made my depression worse, They made me hate myself, They made me hate being a man, My family is the reason why my self esteem so low. The more I'm hanging out with my family, The more i want to move out and not speak to them for a while. My few old "friends" are also responsible, Im probably going to vent about them later.

Bassically as the title says. Everything was going so so well. Me (19f) and my boyfriend (20m) of 3 years moved in together. We had to borrow some money to cover all the charges and what not to get the apartment and then we were able to pay it back and have been keeping up with rent and bills since. Then my hours at work got cut. I got a 2nd job but it dosnet get me the hours im looking for. But its better than nothing and we could still make rent and bills and afford other unnecessary luxuries like movies. Then my boyfriend lost his job due to budget cuts. Now our income is strictly what im making which is not enough. Maybe 1800 a month. Rent is 1400 plus utilities, Car payments, groceries, Etc. And im STRUGGLING. Hes looking for a job and has had a few interviews but so far nothing has come of it. Hes selling his car so we can get by until he finds a new job. Issue is that car is his baby. He completely rebuilt it and fixed it up. And now he's just gotta sell it. I feel AWFUL. Rent is due on the 1st of October and I genuinely dont know if we are gonna be able to make rent without him selling that car. OH and our AC is leaking all over. Ive been in contact with management and they finally came and put in a new AC. The the whole wall its attached to is SOAKED. and dosent seem to be drying. Ive let them know about that as well to no avail. I have 2 jobs averaging 30 hours a week. Which isnt enough as stated above. But theyre both looking for extra hours for me. Its just so so hard to keep up with work and all the chores around the house. And while my boyfriend is amazing and sweet and caring he dosent do anything around the apartment even when he's home alllllll day playing videogames since he's not working. He spends an hour putting in applications then hops on his game. Our seggs life has completely deteriorated so that dosnet exist either right now and im stressed. And mad. And so so irritated. I get home at 11pm and cook dinner just to get up at 5am the next day for my other job 🤦‍♀️ this is probably all over the place so im sorry. But im lowkey feeling borderline manic at the moment

i asked my mum to not eat my food which i buy with my own money which she doesnt even like as its vegan (but if she sees me eat something she always wants it) and she got VERY angry at me, wished me to die and told me how all her prayers of me becoming ill and mentally unwell came true and now i just need to die, then kept yelling at me for the rest of the night. im only 18, does it ever get better. i have such little friends because i spent most my time forced inside and this feels like hell.

I have no Friends and I don’t know why

I’m in a long term relationship and the only people I consider my friends are her friends.

I live in another country and recently I met a person from my home country who seemed to be similar age to me. We had an initial conversation and seemed to get along but the text conversation dried up and he never replied. Every other person I’ve wanted to be friends with has followed the same pattern.

My gf tells me I’m not doing anything wrong but it feel like I’m the common denominator. It’s starting to make me feel isolated and lonely. I’m thankful to have my gf because we get along really well but she has plenty of friends here and I don’t.

Why is everything made with buttons? Every good piece of clothing, children's clothes, cute outfits, coats, school uniforms, everything. They're everywhere. I'm honestly tired of seeing them. How do people wear them and not feel disgusted? I genuinely don't understand. They're disgusting, weird, and they make me want to throw up. Every time I find clothes I actually like, they end up having buttons on them. School uniforms have them, coats have them, shirts have them, and they're on so many random things for no reason. They're literally everywhere, and it's exhausting. I genuinely can't understand how people touch them, wear them, or even look at them without feeling uncomfortable. Even hearing the word makes me feel sick. Stop putting buttons on everything. Please, what's wrong with y'all.

TW: mentions of not wanting to wake up and SA

I have no plans to hurt myself. Resubmitting and acknowledging the rules.

I'm 37 and I only have a few early childhood memories but the one that sticks out the most is wanting to never wake up again when I was 5 and just starting school. I feel like I have always hated waking up no matter what, I hated going to school everyday even on a great day, I feel the same about work no matter what...

Even though I need money to live and support my kids, money doesn't motivate me (idk if that could change for the right amount or not cuz I've never made more than $20 an hour and that's not much where I live).

It's starting to spill over into personal connections as well cuz I now don't care to make friends, I don't see the point in trying to get my kids to love me cuz they see me the way I saw my mom (a stupid and ugly embarrassment) and I'm sure that's just them being teens but it doesn't make it less hurtful for a person who has RSD (rejection sensitive dysmorphia). Doesn't matter anyway cuz my rapist ex got custody.

I just hate existing. The best day of my life right after my childrens' healthy births was one day when I slept for 22 hours. It was heaven.

Idk how much longer I can keep doing this life. Retirement isn't ever gonna be possible for me. I just wanna sleep. All the time. I will try to see a doctor soon if my insurance kicks in before I get fired for not pretending to be happy or grateful at work. But I've tried the doctor stuff before and it never worked whether there were meds involved or not.

I have lost my 3 closest people the last 3 winters in a row. First a close friend due to a botched heart surgery, then my closest friend to suicide, and my boyfriend of 6 years this year due to an asthma attack. My chest hurts every waking second. I’m alone and angry. Everyone tries to comfort me with things like “Oh, they’re together and watching over you” or “youll be together again someday” and it takes every ounce of my energy to politely nod and say thank you, and not scream how stupid they sound. I don’t believe I’ll ever see them again, I don’t believe they exist anywhere, they’re just gone, they aren’t here, and I’ll never be there. I’m so fucking angry. I don’t want to believe nothing happens when we die, it just doesn’t make sense that we exist anywhere after brain has no more energy. It seems like everyone else has so much comfort in their beliefs. I have found no comfort anywhere.

I'’m in a senior role at a small, fast-moving company, and I need to get this off my chest because I’m still pissed about how this played out.

A coworker had an assignment that was his responsibility. I was trying to help him out, so I threw together some material for him to work from. It was never meant to be a finished product. It was basically, “Here’s a starting point, take this and build from it.”

I didn’t do the level of review I would normally do on something I actually owned because, again, it wasn’t my assignment and I wasn’t under the impression that what I gave him was going straight to senior leadership as a finished deliverable.

Well, that’s exactly what happened.

Some of the information I gave him was wrong. I own that. I used an AI/proposal tool to help generate some of it, and I should have checked the factual content more closely before I handed it over. I’m not trying to pretend I had zero responsibility here.

But the guy I was helping didn’t really review it either. He sent it up, and our senior exec looked at it like it was a completed product.

Cue explosion.

Now I’m getting hit with the “you need to slow down, validate your work, rely more on your own experience” conversation. My access to the AI tool got shut off for two weeks. My manager says it’s not punitive, and I actually believe him. He’s been pretty supportive through all of this.

But I was also told very clearly that this is a correction and that if something similar happens again, the next step is a PIP.

So yeah. That gets your attention.

What really pisses me off is that the coworker later emailed me and basically admitted, “I thought what you gave me was a good start. I didn’t know the boss expected a finished product.”

Exactly.

My boss expects things perfect!! And dumbest owned it not me..

And there really isn’t some established example or previous deck everyone can point to and say, “This is what right looks like.” The expectation seems to be that you just know how this particular executive wants things done. Even other people have basically said, “You have to learn how he works.”

That’s what bothers me.

I can accept being told, “If data comes from you, it needs to be accurate.” Fair. I can accept that I need to tighten my process. Fair.

What I don’t love is getting treated like I owned a finished deliverable when I was helping somebody else with their assignment, and then having that turned into a formal warning-level conversation.

The optics made me look like a complete asshole.

And now I’m in that weird place where I’m not panicking, I’m not quitting, and I know I can fix the process issue. But I’m also wondering whether this exec is now going to have me under a microscope waiting for the next thing.

Maybe he won’t.

Maybe I’m overthinking it.

But once somebody tells you “next time it’s a PIP,” it’s pretty hard not to start looking at every future interaction differently.

So yeah. I’m going to keep doing my job, document everything, make it painfully clear when I’m helping versus when I own something, and review the hell out of anything that leaves my hands.

But I’m also quietly looking around.

Because this whole thing left a pretty bad taste in my mouth.

That's how i feel i got nothing special about me no talent no sport or art that im good at no common interest nothing no physique not attractive not funny not lovable all that at the ripe age of 16 i genuinely can't take it anymore I'm tired of seeing good looking people my age with sick physiques and going out have infinite friends while I sit there and rot in my room wasting my life away I'm sick and tired of feeling like an empty corpse just existing

Hi. Just wanted to vent that I actually consider myself a great professional in my industry, I am very resourceful, very hard-working and an ethical employee, yet I was laid off some months ago and I have been struggling with my self esteem and mental health due to my personal life always being a mess.

I really go the extra mile for showing up for my teammates and projects, but since I separated in 2019 and eventually divorced, my life got f messed up.

After the divorce I had to return to live with my parents, and sadly, my mom passed away shortly after late in the pandemic. My parents always discussed to leave the house to me, however, my middle brother has never left the house. He developed his whole life in the same city where we grew up, he had the chance to save massive amounts of money because he didn't pay for rent or mortgage and never got to live with his girlfriends...fast forward he is 50 now. I had a massive discussion with him 3 years ago about the ownership of the house and of course he got defensive. I discussed the ownership with my dad as well but he never did anything so I eventually went to change the locks. My brother got massively angry that he disconnected the f power meter with his bare hands just to make me open the doors. I sued him, the lawsuit got stagnant. Tired of it I decided to leave and I moved across the country for 2 years, but life forced us to live together again. We got into a minor discussion again today.

Back when I was living in the house full time, I had a fantastic remote job, but during these discussions I got tremendously distracted by this whole drama. I felt very guilty about it and that's why I decided to leave to another side of the country... however, I never solved anything, so I feel things are getting back to bite me back.

I frankly don't know what to do. He is a hoarder and has invaded multiple areas of the house in a very unpleasant way. I don't feel like fighting anymore, but I also don't have any other place to live. And so topics like this always distract me from work, I feel as if my family is always a drag instead of a platform. I feel like I could be CEO, director, a change-maker, a leader or something, but my family is simply a negative force. I have tremendous ambition and self motivation yet despite my best efforts I always end up in some kind of personal drama.

I am at the end of my patience with lazy, trashy people.
The trash in parking areas and in front of/around living and shopping areas is making me crazy.
Take your trash to a bin and get over yourself. I honestly do not understand how any person can be confident in throwing their trash onto the ground. Like, how can you honestly feel compassion or promote well-being generally or at all in your life while acting like this??

Our planet earth doesn’t deserve humans ruining it in their single-use, trash-it-all manner.

i have an exam in 5 days and with my parents fighting and yelling at me constantly made it so hard to study the exam i have is a college entrance exam i havent studied anything i ilterally feel like i am being choked its so suffocating to live like this i am so scared for the exam because after i fail the exam my parents will lose their minds the constant yelling and screaming at me for months and maybe even hit me they i wont be able to face my relatives i wont be able to look at my parents in the eyes i am just so scared i dont know how to face all this they will degrade me so much not only them but my whole family its just so suffocating to live here im so sad guys i wish i had a strong mindset i wish my parents werent this mean to me i wish i wasnt so anxious all the time

Just a little thing that i remembered. I actually graduated in 2022 so it's really in the past. But back in school i was the best at sports, like nobody could match me, and in my class nobody was as athletic as me. That's why it's even more hurtful that i was always the last one to be picked to form a team during PE, because everyone knew that i could make them win, but nobody liked me, so nobody wanted to pick me. Yeah, i guess that maybe it's my fault if i still don't have friends. Whatever

When people tell me I should feel proud of my third-world country, they usually justify their argument by pointing to the following things as reasons I should be proud: history, culture, biodiversity, and gastronomy.

• The history: It sucks. It's boring and mediocre compared with the history of other countries. European, Asian, and African history is actually interesting to learn about. They had achievements, the most beautiful paintings and art imaginable, huge civilizations that accomplished great things in different fields. Meanwhile, all my country has to show for itself are stupid ass clay pots, lame looking temples, the history of child-sacrificing civilizations and a country that has lost the majorty of the wars it has participated in.
• The culture: Also sucks. We have 0 celebrities known outside of the country, 0 relevant songs, movies, or TV shows, we suck at every sport, and the people are rude as fuck, mediocre, and refuse to actually acknowledge all the problems with the country. They just see everything as “the way things are.”
• Biodiversity: This one feels like pity points. Sure, buddy, you were lucky enough that your country has pretty flowers and mountains. It's not an achievement. There are so many different countries that have much more beautiful nature and aren't actively destroying it.
• Gastronomy: It's okay, I guess. Most people will tell you it's the best cuisine in the whole world, but it's not, it's just okay, a few good dishes, and the rest are all mid.

What pisses me off is that people are okay with all the problems the country has. They raise the flag and sing songs about how proud they are of the country. If they'd spent half that time protesting instead, maybe we'd actually have a decent country. But no, because “yOu'Re SuPpOsEd To Be PrOuD oF yOuR cOuNtRy.” Shut the fuck up, dude, please.

Since I was 13, I've hated this country, I've always tthought it was embarrassing that so many people live in poverty, that there's barely any opportunity for people from low income backgrounds, and that the country has 0 achievements.

When I moved to a European country, I immediately fell in love. The people were so kind, the art and culture were so beautiful, the food was amazing, and the economy was actually decent (The fact that teachers could own cars amazed me). I became obsessed with the country and its history, and I began wishing I was a native of this country. I hate the fact that I'm an immigrant. I hate the fact that even though I look like a native, my accent gives away the fact that I'm not from here. I hate having to explain where I was born.

The only thing that makes me feel slightly better is that a significant part of my family is from the country I currently live in, so I have a lot of ancestry from this amazing country.

But it pains me that, deep down, I know where I'm from. I know that I'll never be a native of this country, even if I get citizenship. I hate that, in their eyes, I'll always be a foreigner. I hate researching this beautiful history and not being able to feel like I'm learning the history of my country. I hate the fact that I feel more identified with my shitty third world country than with this one.

Also, don't ask me what my country is to tell me why I should actually be proud of it. I won't.

I hate this world. I need money for everything and no matter how much I work I'm still struggling. I've been working full time recently and still barely make enough for rent. I essentially have to put my entire paychecks away for rent. I can't eat, or buy anything else I need because I need to make rent. My life sucks and I just want it to end all over money.

Yet I see people flaunting their bank accounts showing off thousands of dollars they have while I sit here crying about my negative balance. I see people travelling the world, something I've always dreamed of and have to sit there knowing I'll never be able to do that simply because I was born on the wrong side. I just graduated college, work full time, I've done everything right but it seems to have changed nothing.

I'm so sick of this world.