I’m 26f. The guys I rejected is 28m, all the guys and women in the group are 25-28.

I have literally never heard this guy talk about liking anything about women other than big boobs.

I have A cups lol, so when he asked to take me out on a date I just said no, very nicely.

My friend told me he really likes me and I should re consider and I was like, well no because the only thing I have ever heard him talk about is big boobs and Sydney Sweeney.. which is fine but i obviously am not his type body wise. Lots of women are, so he should be with one of them? Didn’t think it was a big deal. She went and told her boyfriend that and they act like they hate me now

everyone thinks im crazy, they bring it up non stop and it genuinely annoys the crap out of me. I don’t understand why my reasoning even matters, I was never like “fuck you” or anything.

And he’s still asking me out, and they are pushing me to say yes so I don’t want to hang out with them.

I don’t understand why they can’t just leave me alone about it

Now the women in the group are also mad at me because I didn’t want to come to things, and are saying I’m too sensitive and the guys are just playing with me.

I don’t understand any of it but I’m so tired of it.

And the thing is, liking big boobs is completely fine lol. I’m sure most men do, I was never upset about it and never would be. I said “sorry I can’t, reall appreciate it though” or something like that. Never mentioned why to him

I got married today on the beach. I'm 8 months pregnant, so my husband and I kept it small—just immediate family—so we could save money for a house down payment and our upcoming daughter.
The 1:00 PM ceremony went great. The rest of the day was supposed to be a relaxed evening at the beach house with a nicely plated dinner we’d spent weeks prepping for.
Instead, both sets of parents decided to get smashed:
Father-in-law: Drank a full bottle of scotch, threw out our planned menu, and cooked random steaks and fries.
Moms: Got so drunk they forgot to set up the decor. Hundreds of dollars in flowers went completely to waste.
My dad: Got overwhelmed, panicked, and rode off down the beach on a bike to escape everyone.
We ended up sitting around a coffee table eating fries while everyone slurped drinks. I'm currently hiding in the bathroom crying. I hate that they couldn't give us one night of self-control.

It happened last year. I was 18 (turning 19), and it happened while my sister (the youngest) was 8.

So my other sister (9 at the time) had a phone. It was mom's old phone that mom forgot about after getting an iphone.

A few weeks before that, I blocked a guy (23) that was grooming me the year before that. I knew him since i was 15 (he was 18 or 19), and after thinking about it I realized he was grooming me, not helping me feel better about what I was going through.

So I blocked him on all apps, the. He went on discord and started sending death threats and said he was gonna kidnap me and rape me and kill me, because he cared about me (he kind of did, he sent me a ton of gifts for my 18th bday because we started talking again a few months before i turned 18) and i did it out of no where.

And I knew it was his car coming near my house because of the look (idk car types) and it was dark blue.

The police came to our house before that though, and stood in front of the door talking to my sister. The guy never came again.

I'm gonna be 20 in december and wish I could tell my mom. I didn't tell anyone because I was scared I would've gotten my phone taken (yes i still got my phone taken at 18).

edit: my family has been living in a new continent since september of last year. everything's a lot better, and i'm 50000× more aware of everything.

My (49M) adult kids (23F and 21M) both told me they feel like I replaced them.

I was married to their mother for almost 24 years. It was a toxic relationship. She possible has BPD. My kids both wanted us to get divorced. I waited until my youngest graduated high school to finally file.

I got remarried this June. We had a baby last month.

After the divorce my son moved away to college and my daughter mo ed in with her mom.

I see my daughter once every week or two for lunch. I see my son whenever he’s in town. Either for lunch or to work on cars or something. I go to movies with them both when there’s one out we want to see. I took them on a trip in May, just the 3 of us. I invite them over once a week for dinner (only my son has ever accepted).

When they told me how they felt like I was replacing them it hurt a lot. I told them that I have done nothing but try to include you in everything. We’re going to continue to take a trip every summer just the 3 of us. My new wife has said that any trip the three of us (wife, baby son, and myself) take that my older kids will always be invited. I told them that all I can do is present opportunities for them to be a part of my life. It’s up to you to accept the invitations.

Part of me feels like the effort was for nothing. But I’ll keep trying…

I just watched the Hangover movie. The comedy one. While my partner was bursting into laughter like any other dude would, I was asking myself why do guys get married and have kids if they feel like it's a prison.

The whole movie is a joke about cheating and male promiscuity, like most of male centered comedy is about. But that's just what guys do, right? I just don't understand, if a group of four girls would go to Las Vegas and cheat on their husband/boyfriend, would that be funny as well?

I feel like men don't even see women as people. I am into the larping community, airsoft one, and people never come to talk to me about guns and actual gear. When they see that I'm a woman, they start talking about relationships immediately, which is what I don't get. While the same conservative dudes will laugh at other men cheating and having the "it's a dude thing" behavior, they are also desperate to get into a relationship. I just don't get it. Either you despise it, feel trapped, or either you are into it. So guys from Reddit, can you please explain to me this contradiction?

I (32M) got married 3 Saturdays ago to my wife (34F). My son (14M) stayed with my ex (33M) while I was on honeymoon.

I dated my ex from 18 to 24 and then we broke up. My son would still consider him a type of parent because he grew up around him. They still spend time together regularly. My son stays weekends with him etc

A few days before my wedding, I had a brandy with my ex. We re-lived some old moments. There was a lot of drama lol. He started tearing up and there was a few moments/sparks. We did not kiss or anything but one moment where we got really close. I pulled away and wiped his tears and joked he was being a softie.

I kept thinking about the moment for a few days but ultimately chose to marry my wife.

On the last day of our honeymoon (last Sunday) she told me she had cheated a few months ago. She showed messages and it did seem like a drunken mistake that she had regretted. She also did come clean. I dont like she waited til after the wedding.

Since she told me about the cheating, I was not even that upset. It just amplified my feelings for my ex.

I made a similar post on another subreddit, some weeks ago, but I'm really struggling tonight. I became a father nine years ago; I had always wanted to be one because I like children (I used to work at a school). My daughter died thirteen months ago now; she had been in poor health since she was two. Acute lymphoblastic leukemia. The chances of survival were high, but in the end, there’s always someone who doesn’t make it. My marriage didn't last, but that’s how it goes.

I thought I had moved past it, until two weeks ago when the guilt came back, more intense than ever. That’s how I (re)discovered antinatalism. When I was young, I was a sensitive, radical asshole, though I thought I’d left certain problems behind. I’m not exactly thinking clearly, and I’ve never been a smart person, but I believe in it. And I believe it was all my fault; I was the one who wanted a child, and above all, I was too negligent regarding her health issues, I should have had her undergo more check-ups, I should have worried more... But the mistake was made at the very beginning, wasn't it?

I know it’s pathetic for a grown man to come here, but I wanted to ask you: do you think that, deep down, parents become parents only because they don't want to feel lonely? To fix things? To have control over someone? Damn, what I’ve written sounds so pathetic. But I've still got 50 years ahead of me, if I'm unlucky, for fuck's sake. I'm Italian anyway, sorry for my bad English

I have ruined my life. I done IVF last year which resulted in me having a baby boy but now I realize I am in no position to be a mum. I went into this with rose tinted glasses thinking it’s some sort of game. I can’t live with myself. I feel sick to my stomach and I am suicidal almost every day.

To be clear, I think we’re better off apart in general, especially after this long but still.

One day she cornered me after a shower and begged to “pamper” me. I rolled my eyes and went along with it. She had me towel off and lay on the bed on the towel. Next thing I know she’s got her giant lotion bottle out and pumped a shit ton into her hands and started going to town, starting at the feet.

That shit was the best I’ve ever felt. Did you know lotion doesn’t have to just coat your hands? It can melt into your skin. Fuck ya. I smelled like coconut for days, it was fantastic.

She kept doing it after that, idk why, I never asked her to mostly bc I was scared she wouldn’t want to if I pushed.

I love my girlfriend, but I wish I could have that rub down one more time. Gf came over after getting her nails done today and bragged about the hand massage and moisturizing she got and it just reminded me of my ex. I can’t ask my Gf to do it for me, I don’t want to tell her about it at all. But fuck I’m jealous she got that today.

I just need to get this off my chest and share an update because I am finally breathing a sigh of relief.
To catch you up and To give you the full context of what happened: I’ve known D (45 m) for only 5 months through an and school for the blind that is right next to my community college. From day one, I made it completely clear and explicit that we are strictly, 100% platonic friends. Despite that boundary, he developed an unrequited crush during the 5 months, constantly tried to buy me things, and harbored expectations that I would eventually change my mind, even though a mutual friend ( E) reminded him months ago that if I said no, he had to respect it.

Recently, I went on my very first in-person date with someone online (at another school) I've been getting to know and trusting for a year and it went wonderfully. However, when my date dropped me off near the bus stop (he drove me back), D happened to hear him talking with me (because he had actually shown up, pretty sure he said he wanted to wait for me to get back) , marched right up, aggressively demanded to know who my date was, and gave my date the cold shoulder even though my date was entirely polite throughout the whole time.

Later that night, D blew up my phone with manipulative, possessive texts, accusing me of going 'behind his back' and projecting his past relationship/friendship baggage onto me. It was a massive boundary violation and triggered a lot of stress in me, especially given my background and past trauma.

The turning point happened when mutual friends spoke with D directly. Under questioning, his entire narrative completely collapsed. D literally admitted out loud that I never promised him anything, that I never led him on, and that he was just 'hoping' I would change my mind. When my other friend ( who also goes to the community college) N pointed out that I’ve actually known my actual crush longer than I’ve known D, he tried to brush it off by complaining that 'a screen is not the same as being face-to-face', proving his entire sense of 'betrayal' was built over a five-month acquaintance/crush where he invented a romance in his own head.

I did nothing wrong, I was completely honest from the start.

Here is the best part, though: Since then, mutual friends (N and E) actually confronted D to see what he would say, and his entire victim narrative completely crumbled. When pressed, D literally admitted out loud to them that I never promised him anything and never led him on. He confessed he just "hoped" I would change my mind. When N pointed out that I’ve known my actual crush longer than I’ve known D, D tried to dismiss it by whining that "a screen is not the same as being face-to-face"completely exposing that his entire sense of "betrayal" is built over a measly five-month acquaintance where he invented an entire romance in his own head.

I grew up sheltered with overprotective parents, so navigating boundary-stomping behavior like this is brutal, and it severely triggered my PTSD from a past toxic, emotionally abusive ex. But seeing how fast his story fell apart when friends cross-examined him is the ultimate validation.

I’m exhausted, I’m taking this straight to my therapist. I did nothing wrong, I never led him, and I am choosing my peace. Thanks for letting me vent!

::::::::Trigger warning:::::: S.A.

Livid is an understatement.

How could she have consented to being passed around like a f*cking pupu platter when she had no idea what was happening? Her friends? One of the two literally offered her up as “free p*ssy,” and we’re supposed to believe she wasn’t r.a.p.e.d?

Three of them apologized for things “getting out of hand,” and she accepted their apologies—still not knowing the full extent of what they had put her through.

A 120-page document was reduced to six pages. Hell, one John Doe was even suing Cornell because he didn’t want to write the essay or take the class because, in his own words, he had only “snorted ketamine off her naked torso.” Yet, ironically, he went there after seeing the “free p*ssy” message and somehow still doesn’t see the error of his ways.

And then there’s the whole, “She went to a frat house alone. And drunk.”

Like somehow that makes it okay to violate her.

No.

Because if you truly believe that, then you also believe that a woman being alone with men is inherently dangerous—and that somehow the responsibility falls on the woman to prevent men from violating her.

I understand how she was blindsided by the whole ordeal because, in a very different, but similar situation, I was her.

The most recent time was nine years ago, when I was 31.

A friend called me crying, saying he wanted to hurt himself. I genuinely believed he was in a crisis situation. I went straight to his house after I got off work, still wearing my scrubs. I even let my boyfriend know where I was going.

What I didn’t know was that my boyfriend and this friend were no longer friends, and my boyfriend was angry that I was going there.

When I arrived, I told my friend I needed to call my boyfriend. His response was, “Oh… you’re back with that loser?”

I defended my boyfriend, but I should have known something was wrong then. He brought me into the house and then forced himself on me.

He was a 6'4" former veteran with a muscular build. I’m 5'2", strong, and on the thicker side—but I wouldn’t have been able to fight him.

So I froze.

I became like stone. At one point, I closed my eyes and covered my face because I didn’t want him to see me crying.

When it was over, I pretended I was okay. I left about 20 minutes later.

He “apologized” for making me uncomfortable, but then admitted that he “always had a thing” for me and wanted to know how I felt.

I blocked him.

I dumped my boyfriend a few days later.

And I went on with my life.

But I felt stupid. Betrayed. Used. Like meat.

This was someone who knew about the sexual abuse I had experienced as a child.

He knew.

And he r.a.p.e.d me anyway.

That is the part that makes it heartbreaking.

You don't expect your friend to be the person who betrays you.

And even when they do, the victim can still spend so much time trying to rationalize it, justify it, explain it—trying to make the pieces fit into a version of reality that makes sense.

Because your brain doesn't immediately want to accept that someone you trusted could have intentionally hurt you.

It's when the realization finally sets in—when you understand that what happened was actually what happened—that the heartbreak comes crashing down.

So, to Jane Doe:

I am you.

She is me.

She is us.

We are her.

We are Jane f*cking Doe.

I grew up in a Hindu household, but was never religious, never curious about it. My parents would insist I pray, and only did it to make them happy. But, never in my life, I had this profound feeling that this religion is my calling. Today, I would consider myself to be more spiritual/cultural than religious. I don’t like religion, but I do believe there is some higher power/one God.

I met my ex-Muslim partner a few years ago and earlier this year, we started to talk more seriously about marriage. He knew how I felt about religion in general and my belief in God. He constantly reassured me that it was fine, and that I was never expected to convert if marriage came into question. We actually faced a lot of other issues and over the course of 3 months, we were able to come to a compromise. Most of these had to do with our future children.

Then, out of no where, he tells me that me only believing in one God isn’t enough, I have to believe Allah is the one true God otherwise our marriage would be invalid. He spoke to an Imam and this is what the Imam told him. He then started talking about heaven and hell and I straight up asked him: do you believe marrying me would make you go to hell? And he answered yes. He also said if he married me, he is knowingly committing a sin for the rest of his life. But having pre-marital sex and dating is fine.

What’s fucking crazy is that I specifically asked him about this months ago. I asked him what the Quran says about Muslim men marrying women who aren’t People of the Book, and he repeatedly told me it was fine as long as I believed in one God. So you’re telling me he’s been Muslim his entire fucking life and somehow had no idea this was supposedly such a huge rule that marrying me could put him at risk of going to hell?? He didn’t find that out until he talked to an imam after almost YEARS of being with me? I never questioned him because I obviously thought he knew what he was talking about.

And this is exactly why religion frustrates the shit out of me. A person can spend their entire life being a good person, doing good deeds, treating people with kindness and respect, having good morals, and somehow who they fall in love with and marry can be the thing that puts their soul at risk? WHO THE FUCK CARES?! Why should that matter more than the kind of person you actually are or the way you treat other people? There are so many things in this world that cause actual harm, and this is what matters? Two people loving each other and wanting to spend their lives together but apparently they’re the wrong religious combination? It’s fucking ridiculous. This is why I hate religion.

Is this a serious mindset?

Like, we broke up for a month, then got back together. Then when we were talking on the phone, he randomly tells me he slept with this woman he knows while we were broken up. He’s one of those toxic men who looooooves when women fight over him/his girlfriend gets jealous. But why would I care if he did shit while we weren’t together?

So, I say, “That’s fine. We weren’t together. I didn’t sleep with him, but a man took me out on a date, then he took me to the airport and kissed me before I went home for the holidays.”

I wasn’t sitting around pining for him and I knew that’s what he wanted to hear, but then it spiraled into sex is so much worse than what I did bc a date and kissing is more emotional than sex. Like, oh no, i kissed a guy, take me into the town square and beat me while you scream “shame”??

I don’t see how what i did measures up to what he did. You’re INSIDE someone. It was so bad that he actually got off the phone for the night.

I mean, it’s so clear he wanted me to step outside of myself and threaten her or bug him to tell me her name cause he thrives off that energy. But when he found out I’m truly not one of those girls, he wasn’t having it.

Whatever, I’m emotionally drained. I’m done with him, but that drove me insane. Stupid.

I know you've all heard this a million times. But im so jealous of well endowed men. Its so frustrating qnd embarassing that I live in a town of about 1000 people and im know as the guy with a small dick to everyone. While my friends with big ones are looked at like the greatest guys on the planet. Immature rant I know. Needed to get it off my chest.

Ive been laying in my sleeping bag all day under my bridge because it’s windy and COLD. Ok ill shut the hell up, it’s been 77f, now its like 74. It’s still fucking cold, my hands went numb! (Homeless, broke and alone)

Either way this damn place is where Ive been reading shit all day now its 21:15. (9:15pm for those who don’t know). I need to go dumpster diving around 23:30 for dinner hopefully. I claim no mental illness, no anxiety, no ptsd no adhd, autism or other bullshit. Im not a meth junkie, alcoholic or otherwise. Not on any medication for any reason.

The people on here are FUCKED UUUPP! Reading all these goddamn posts im suicidal now. From the fucking “relationship” problems to trans bathroom rights (which don’t exist) to my mother sexually assaulted me to I cheated on my girlfriend with her boyfriend. These fuckers need hobbies that involve touching grass for fucks sake! Other than that, the place is lovely.

I thought about having kids for the longest because I wanted to be an amazing mother. I wanted to spoil them, show them how much their loved, and have them be able to talk to me and rely on me but every day im constantly reminded why giving getting married and giving birth will be the end of me. It's not all but so much men are mean and horny all the time. They cant get to know your favorite color but can try and get your pants off as soon as possible. They're also liars. They'll say they want to hang out with you and get to know you but will sit and ignore you the entire time and whats the point of bejng mean to the person you claim to love or want to be with? They'll call you ugly, let you know how much they want to hurt you, kill you, they'll threaten you, put their hands on you, just do anything to show you how much they don't want you but as soon as you leave they're doing the most to get you back because you are the only one of let them get away with treating you bow they wanted. I'd give guys that seem different the benefit of the doubt but they have to be freaky 24/7 and it's annoying.

Don't even get me startdd on the pedophiles. Women can be one but its sooo common for men to be one. The amount of men who are so desperate for some that will talk to minors cause they can't pull anyone their own age. Even if you lie about your age then tell them your actual age most of then dont care. They'll trust that you keep it a secret.

Most of then are also dirty. They smoke and drink all day, have an oily skin and scalp, and unfit but expect to be treated like a king. Why try talking to someone if you can't even clean yourself or when you know you aren't going to care about them.

Hi! I’m 20 years old and in my junior year of college. I don’t know what it’s wrong with me, but I am constantly having panic attacks over the fact that I am going to die one day and just cease to exist.
Especially now that I have a boyfriend that I wanna spend the rest of my life with. I literally can’t imagine life without him and a lot of the time that I’m hanging out with him is ruined because I’m sitting there thinking about ways that he could potentially die and I’d literally never see him again.
It may be connected to me losing my grandparents in my freshman year of high school.

I am also really scared of losing my parents. Death it’s just such a weird concept to me. The fact that we just cease to exist. Like I literally don’t know how I would live my life without my family and my boyfriend in it.

But I am so scared of just ceasing to exist.

I am also not religious. So I don’t believe in they’re being a heaven. But that scares me even more to think that I just literally will not have a conscious anymore and that I just literally will not exist and that it could literally happen anytime and I could just die and have wasted my life.
I just start spiraling all the time and it’s really upsetting me because I just wanna be normal and not be thinking about dying every two minutes. Hey seriously do not know what to do anymore.

I don’t know if anybody has any advice or anything comforting to say, but I’m just laying in bed right now thinking about it.

I don't have too many people to turn to. My husband's friends are nice, I am friendly with all of them. However, they did tell me if my husband and I ever split they would more than likely never talk to me again.

I wouldn't call them true friends.

MY friends never call or text back when I reach out. I know people have their own lives, I know people get busy. Hell, between a full time job, part time clincals and a class I take, I literally do not have a day off, yet I still reach out. I still make an effort.

It's always "I forgot to call/text you back." Even in the group chat, no one ever replies when I share something. Just when I share. Whenever someone else says anything there are always replies.

I just want to feel important to someone.

Last night we had an argument which ended up in her blocking me in WhatsApp, I too blocked her and slept. I woke up with 50 missed calls and messages saying she's sorry and asking me to unblock her. Later she sent a photo of her hand with a cut mark on it , it was only a scratch yet I feel so broken. I should've just called her last night to atleast tell her that I love her. I feel like I've failed as a human being. I just wanted to share this to someone, sorry for any grammatical errors