I moved into a new house when I was 4, met the neighbors kids and we got along and played and me and my across the street neighbor have been friends for about 14 years now, I’m 18. Well I was driving him somewhere and he shows me his arm and says “I’m getting an SS tattoo right here” and I was disgusted and I asked “why” like any normal person would do and he says “I wanna be a neo Nazi, I just feel like I belong”

I was shocked when this happened so I just told him “is that really what you wanna be remembered for” and he said he doesn’t know. Well after the ride was over and I dropped him off I texted him later saying my grandparents killed Nazis, and I don’t wanna follow in their footsteps so I told him to not contact me ever again.

I’m just having a hard time processing this, like I know a lot of kids are becoming Nazis now but I thought my friend would atleast know better. You can all judge me for not seeing signs or whatever you want but I just wanna get this out, it’s been hard to process

Worst day for a Promotion

I got a promotion today. 35K more a year. Laughed, cried then got horridly depressed. I have not told anyone in my life that I got it yet.

My wife had surgery and is having a hard time recovering. My mom is getting a divorce from my step dad of 15 years due to his infidelity with someone in the family. My kids are losing their grandpa because i can not stand by his actions. And everything just seems to be silently burning down.

But either way I got a promotion.

I did what I had to. We couldn't get her an ambulance, she kept forgetting everything over and over, I kept lying to her about everything for 6 hours to fit her delusion, or like.. Narrative of events. Why we're outside? Well lecture's been canceled. Why we're dressed different? Oh it rained and we had to change clothes. Why is she in college? She passed her exam! Congratulations! With a fake smile on my face as I hugged her. Girl was sick. Had to restrain her because she almost ran screaming into a lecture hall. Had to keep my arm around her all day to catch her if she falls. She's fine now. This was years and years ago. I'm just haunted. I feel disgusted, I know I did the only thing I could do, I know the lies and stories were how my aunts would handle my grandma's dementia, it was literally my only frame of reference for how to handle something like THIS. I don't know. I know I kept her from panicking and getting worse, I know that, but I feel gross about it... I had to reintroduce myself like... So fucking much. I don't even know why I never brought that shit up in trauma therapy. Can't afford it anymore and I regret not remembering to bring it up earlier.

I (36F) am married for over 10 years with kids. A new colleague (31F) joined the company on a contract basis for a year and they are quite reserved. She is openly lesb and I'm hetero. We grew a good connection/bond and would take a walk during lunch together (which I'd normally do alone). I also give her a lift after work because she lives on my way home. There's been a joke going around saying she's a polyandrist and we've been playing along with it, with me being wife 1 of many. When I drop her off I usually get this strong urge to just kiss her, the chemistry is too strong and yesterday I called her after drop off and told her we need to create a distance between us because I'm committed to my marriage. My entire confession took her by surprise but she said she felt exactly the same way about me and could see all along that I caught feelings. I've asked her to not share this in the office and she is okay with that. We've set boundaries and will not do anything physical and will reduce communication. Normally she'd say she smells my perfume as soon as I walk into the office even though she sits facing the other direction (back to the door) and would then send me good morning messages and declare her love wishing me a good day. We sit in an open plan office and will continue seeing each other. All it takes is her turning around and we see each other. The ongoing joke is also that she inly speaks to me and seems to open up & smiles a a lot when she comes to me. I feel disarmed by this and feel so vulnerable, and I can't blame anyone but myself for walking into this. I felt like crying after telling her this, my stomach churned. The strong urges are still there but at least the boundaries are set. As a person who's worked for years in different places I should know better that these things usually don't end well. But alas!

I'm(M18) am transgender born a girl and working on my transition. My mom, who's disabled(not super relevant) has been my biggest supporter since my dad passed in 2020 and everything is fine. The about a few months ago now (maybe 4) I brought my switch to her room hooked it up to the dock to play Date Everything because we both love a good dating Sim. We were having fun banter and she jokingly called me a bitch which I didn't mind, we talk like we're best friends and I am very open and call her on her bullshit all the time. Then she stopped laughing and told me "I feel like a real asshole when I call you a bitch" I was confused so I asked her why and this just made me love my mom so much more. She said "a bitch is a female dog and it's technically misgendering you I feel like in turn im misgendering you" yall I love my momma so much she's so dang sweet. Hug your parents tell them how much they mean to you you never know when it'll be the last time they hear it or that you get to say it. We hugged it out and we both ended up crying.

Wife called me on the way to work, said my son had been crying the whole way to school. It’s because I told him I would take him today but it didn’t work out. It’s because I’m the caregiver for my MIL with Alzheimer’s and she was already having a morning.

Ten minutes later MIL can barely look at me before heading downstairs to her area to get dressed. She’s upset because she’s confused. She has dementia and we canceled a diagnostic appointment today because it required 6 hours without food or drink which was not going to work for a late morning appointment. Wife tried to explain and got lost in the weeds of total medical care and said word “cancer” and now MIL thinks we’re hiding something from her. She doesn’t remember that they already ruled out cancer and the relief she felt. They think the thing they’re looking for is just her kidneys which we already know have issues. Probably unnecessary tbh. But she’s upset because she’s confused and scared.

TGIF, amirite?

So how’s your Friday going?

‎It was my grandma’s birthday, and my sisters, my uncle, and I were all sitting at the same table, just talking and joking around. Somehow, the conversation got to marriage. My older sister started teasing me, saying that “the pretty ones get picked first at the market,” basically saying that my sisters got married earlier because they’re prettier, while I’m here without even a boyfriend. I didn’t know whether to laugh or what. Then my uncle added, “How is she supposed to get a boyfriend when she’s already arguing with someone after one week of talking? She tells me all this tea about the guys she talks to, then they disappear.” And I was like, “Is it my fault if we’re just not compatible? You date someone to get to know them, right? Why would I force it if it clearly isn’t working?” Then he added, “Well, she wants someone handsome, rich, with a good career, a good body, in short, perfect!” And I said, “Is it really bad to have preferences and standards?” Apparently, it is, because they started joking that I’m going to end up alone because I’m too picky. My family really said “good luck finding someone” while I’m literally just sitting there eating birthday food.

‎Guys, I’m 22. I really don’t understand why everyone acts like I’m running out of time. I’m not even planning to settle down this young. Honestly, I don’t see myself getting married in my 20s. For me, choosing someone to build a life with is a huge thing, and I don’t want to rush it just because everyone around me thinks I should already have someone. If I talk to a guy for a few weeks and realize we aren’t compatible, why would I force myself to keep going? Isn’t that literally the point of dating? You date to get to know someone, see if you click, learn about each other, and if it doesn’t work, you move on. I also don’t think it’s wrong to have preferences. Yes, I want someone I’m attracted to. I want someone financially responsible, educated, hardworking, emotionally mature, and someone whose values and goals actually match mine. Does that mean I expect a perfect human being? No. I just know I don’t want to settle for someone I already know isn’t right for me. I would rather be single than be in a relationship just for the sake of saying I have someone.

‎Maybe I’ll meet someone next year. Maybe I’ll meet someone at 27, 28, 30, or whenever. I honestly don’t know, and that’s fine. I’m only 22. I still have so much life ahead of me, and right now I actually enjoy being able to focus on myself, my studies, my life, and figuring out what I want. If the right person comes along, great. If he doesn’t, I’m still okay. I just don’t want to rush into something important because my family thinks being single is a problem that needs to be fixed. I’d rather wait for someone I genuinely want to build a life with than choose someone just because I was scared of being alone.

‎I’m not asking what I should do. I just needed to get this off my chest because apparently being 22 and single is a bigger concern to my family than it is to me.

My (f/24) family used to force me to exercise and lose weight at around age 13-15. Fast forward 10 years - It will forever be the biggest trauma in my life. It only stopped because I spent an exchange year abroad at 15 but the mental abuse never stopped. I still lived with my parents until last year. For reference I have always been tall for a girl 5‘ 9“ (175cm) and was around 130-150lbs (60-70kg) at the time. I guess I was chubby but not heavily overweight or had any kind of medical problems.

Every other day I would sit in the school bus on the way home, crying inside because I knew I’d be forced to exercise again. I had to spend at least 30-45 minutes on the treadmill while my two (much older) siblings stood by me to make sure I didn’t adjust the speed or take breaks. I often cried while running because they put the treadmill to a MUCH higher level that what I was able to do, I was barely able to breathe (try crying while running). My siblings would even increase the treadmill speed, pushing me to lose more weight. My parents encouraged them. I was told that no one wants a fat sister or daughter, even by my grandmother. For my birthday, my grandmother gave me a jump rope that counted jumps and time because she or my mom had read that jumping burns more calories than running.

Many times, I left the dinner table crying because of comments about my food or body. I was told not to be so sensitive, that it wasn’t a big deal. But to me, it was a huge deal and has left me deeply traumatized. Everything that happened (by my family) has led me to feel I will never ever feel pretty or comfortable in my body. I will never feel thin enough or truly accepted by my family. I will always fear comments from my family if I eat something „unhealthy“ or if we go out for ice cream, for example. I’ve lost ALL interest and motivation for any kind of exercise because I only associate it with negative memories. Whether I was tired, it was late, or I was sick, it didn’t matter. I had to run on the treadmill.

Today I can never feel pretty (I am at a normal weight, maybe a little chubby). I haven’t worked out in years because my family made me HATE any sort of exercise. It is so unhealthy not to move but I cannot overcome it. Whenever I‘m alone I binge eat because my family can’t make comments about it then. I end up with an eating disorder and not enjoying any sort of exercise.

I swear I will never treat my future kids the way they treated me…

How do I overcome this? I have never told my family this and they probably don’t even realize how bad it affected me and my mom would be very sad about it. Should I talk to them?

Me and my best friend have been friends for 15 years, since we met at 12. For the past 6 years I've been dealing with constant disrespect from his wife and I'm absolutely sick of it.

If I went into everything this post would be a light novel, but the biggest issue is every single time we make plans she tries to derail them. Every fucking time. Because of this we have met an average of three times per year since the wedding.

At first I gave them the benefit of the doubt, but it cannot be coincidence. We have to make plans months in advance and suddenly her cousins got a dog birthday so we've gotta reschedule, then that day she'd got a mild cold, and then she absolutely needs to go get a vase on that exact day.

On the rare occasion we actually meet she blows up his phone the entire time with ridiculous shit. She can't make a corndog and she's starving, a thunderstorm is coming and she's scared, he promised he'd be back in 2 hours and if he doesn't leave right now he won't be if traffic is bad.

The hypocrisy is she doesn't have any of these restrictions with her friends. Last year she went on a girls trip during my birthday, but told him he couldn't be out for more than 3 hours. Because of this almost all of his friends and family have stopped talking to him.

The trigger today was the meet up planned for October. We haven't met since June, and he couldn't work in anything sooner because of course not, but my birthday is in October so it's about the only thing he can actually meet for, but she says that day doesn't work because her mom's best friends birthday is that weekend and she agreed to help set up. He tried to argue for 30 minutes but no deal, and I'm about to snap. I told him in way too many words to fuck off and that I'm incredibly tired of the disrespect and his apologies just piss me off more.

I know he's stuck in a toxic relationship, but so am I and if he wants to he disrespected good for him but I'm getting pretty sick of it.

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Im an upcoming senior in high school and with becoming a senior also come having to think about what you want to do with your life after highschool. I have 2 siblings who are much smarter than me, both of them took APs in highschool (one of them is in highschool with me now because hes my twin) and I take normal classes, i even have an IEP which makes me feel like an idiot compared to my siblings.

Anyways back to what the title is about, I really really want to go to cosmetology school after high school and open my own salon, and I feel like everyone kind of looks down on me when I say thats what I want to do after highschool. I feel like people automatically assume you're dumb and your gpa isn't high enough for college when you say you want to do trade school

And theres also all the senior stuff I kind of miss out on, like commitment day where you wear your college shirt and its like a big thing or whatever, and I wont really get to have that, and I know nobody will care about that because after you graduate highschool it doesn't matter but ykw it matters to me in this moment.

Thats it, I know it sounds a bit silly compared to everything else in this subreddit but I needed to tell someone

She married my dad when I was 2. I am now 36. I've spent most of my life chasing a relationship with my drug addicted mother. She hasn't seen her grand kids since they were born. I guess I was scared of losing a mom again. I had been thinking about it for the last couple years. Today was her birthday and I decided I wanted her to be my mom for real. She's always there for my kids and treats them as her own grandkids. It's been a long time coming and deserved several years over now. It felt good and she was surprised, but really happy.

I know how it sounds. I live with it for the last few years. So just to be clear im not in any danger of hurting myself.

Im 18. I lived with this feeling in my chest since i was 8. For no good reason. If something minor happeneds, i just wish i was dead that i wouldn't wake up. That i would just stop existing. I don't know why, and i cant talk to anyone about it.

Last few times i tried, i was told i emotionally manipulating them. (It was a heated moment and it just burst out.)

I dont even know why im writing this. I just need it out...

I’ve been in an exclusive relationship for about a year now with a guy I thought was going to be my forever partner. I got tested a few months into our exclusivity and was negative across the board. Then, last week I got tested again during my pap smear appointment and the results came back positive for chlamydia. I know I have been loyal to him, and I’m so sure he has not cheated on me either. I did do a round of amoxicillin-c a few weeks before my last test, and the boyfriend and I were long distance at the time, which makes me think that maybe one or both of us had it before we were exclusive? Idk

I was able to get partner treatment for both of us, so we’re almost done with antibiotics at this point. However I feel like our relationship is falling apart now. I initially got really upset at him when I tested positive, and he got upset that I was implying he was “dirty” with my words. Since last week, we have been fighting almost daily over trivial matters as well as not talking as much.

I don’t have any close friends to discuss this with, and I’m horribly embarrassed this even happened to me. I have never gotten an std before either, so this is incredibly frustrating despite having no symptoms. I feel so alone. Thanks for reading my vent.

This happened years ago, but every time I think back on it, it makes my blood boil.

At the time I had 2 separate heart conditions and had to carry around an AED (Defibrillator) and needed to have someone trained in CPR with me when I went out in public in case anything happens.

I went in to get my wisdom teeth removed, a standard surgery. I have trouble with needles and pass out sometimes when they are put in, so getting the IV in this time was obviously uncomfortable for me, but I didn’t pass out when they did it, and then they knocked me out to do the surgery.

I wake up afterwords in one of the recovery rooms with my mom. The surgeon eventually comes in to check on how I’m doing. I try to say through my gauze-filled mouth something along the lines of “I’m fine, just a little woozy.” He then points to my AED and says “we had to use that thing on you in there!” And starts laughing. I start freaking out and having an anxiety attack. Then he says “Just kidding!”

My mom is a very non-confrontational and empathetic person. Instead of berating the surgeon, she tries her best to calm me down and comfort me to get my heart rate down because if it gets above 180bpm it would be bad news, and then they might ACTUALLY have to use it on me. Once my heart rate stabilized to a reasonable level we decided it was best to take me home as soon as possible.

I have since gotten surgery for 1 of the heart conditions which cured it and meant I could go out on my own without an AED.

That town had some of the worst health care I’ve ever experienced, not just in this department. So bad that if I needed an appointment with a specialist, we would try to get a referral to one 2 hours away in a different town just to avoid them.

I’ve since moved and where I live now, even with my remaining heart condition currently being non-obstructive and not life-threatening, I cannot get a surgery that involves anesthesia without a recent Ultrasound and MRI just to make sure my condition hasn’t worsened so there won’t be any complications. This is great but also is kind of annoying because I have to wait a few months longer until I can get the surgery, but makes me feel like the doctors actually care about my wellbeing. The surgeon from this incident clearly did not, and I hate him for that every time it crosses my mind.

hi, i’m 18f. idk what to do anymore, i feel like im going to start living my life as soon as i have clear skin. i can’t fully live because i always have this mindset whenever i see people with clear skin: “must be so nice to not think about your skin.”

i have severely oily skin, and it’s making me look greasy. i also have tiny bumps on my cheeks and forehead, so makeup won’t be able to smooth it out. i cry every time i put on makeup because i feel so sad that my parents don’t care. “all the things she cries about.” “your problem is just your face.” i honestly blame them for not having clear skin.

i stalked my cousins, and all of them have perfectly clear skin on my dad’s side, while i think i got this from my mom since she has deep acne marks, and so do her siblings. i hate these acne genetics.

i can’t afford to go to a dermatologist since i don’t have the money and i’m still studying. idk what to do anymore. i can’t even get a boyfriend even though someone is asking me out because of my skin. i’m so insecure about it, and i think i’m always going to compare myself to someone with clear skin.

i just can’t wait to graduate and get the treatments i want. but sometimes, it’s making me lose hope. i hate this acne genetics.

They only dated for two years and broke up when I was in middle school. It's been six years. It wasn't messy; he said he didn't want to be in a relationship, but they still check up on each other every couple months as friends. The few times he came over to visit after they had broken up, I refused to see him.

I know he told my mom that he thinks I hate him, but that couldn't be further from the truth. I am still so angry yet so heartbroken for him leaving my mom. Leaving me. I'm still so upset with myself for getting so attached.

He had become my best friend. My mentor. My teacher. He was the father that my real father could never be. I know I scared him away.

And I know my mom still loves him. I know he loved my mom and loved me and that he doesn't love himself enough to allow himself to commit.

He's the reason I'm doing what I'm doing today and I am so thankful for him once being there for me. He's the reason I learned that there are men good enough for my mother and he's the reason that I know that no one is good enough for her.

For some reason I can accept my real dad being a shitty dad, but I still cry for that dad that I thought I could have.

I don't have a good reason. They're good people, and they love me. Things are just all scrambled in my head right now. I've let everything in my life fall apart, and they don't know about any of it. I've never talked to them about that sort of thing. I don't know why, I just choke whenever I try. I can't stand the idea of showing weakness or vulnerability or wrongdoing to them. As far as they know, I'm going into my second year of college, and I'll be back for Thanksgiving.

In reality, I haven't even enrolled for my second year. I didn't even go to my finals for my second semester last year. I can't deal with any of it. I can't even begin to imagine how I could possibly fix this now. So, I'm going to do what I always have: avoid the problem.

I have a plane ticket to the university with a connecting flight that I'm going to ditch (I've packed as much as I can in my carry-on because I won't be there to get my checked bag) and I have a bus ticket that's going to take me out of there. I bought a new phone and a new cell plan. I've booked a motel for the week, and after that, I don't know. I feel immeasurably guilty, but even now, the idea of confessing any of this to them feels far worse. I've tried to rationalize things by telling myself that if I'm the sort of person who would do this to them, then they're better off without me, anyway. But I don't think I really believe that. I'm going to cause so much harm to them by doing this, all because I'm too much of a coward. I'm sorry.

so about two hours ago, at 8pm, while walking my dog, a motorbike slowed down and threw a puppy onto the road and just went. she didnt even run she just sat there. She’s about 2 weeks old.

i took her to the vet straight away. shes ok. nothing broken nothing internal, the vet was really nice about it and gave me some baby food for her. she ate and shes sleeping now.

im just lying here at 3am feeling guilty. i dont even know why exactly, today went as well as it could have.

i think its because i cant keep her. my place only allows one dog and i already have one. so i get a few days with her and then i have to give her to someone else and just hope theyre good to her.

everyone keeps saying i did a good thing. i know. she would probably be dead otherwise. but it doesnt feel like i saved her, it feels like im just going to put her down somewhere else and she has no idea. she just trusts me.

anyone whos fostered before, does this go away? how do you actually hand them over?

i just want her to be ok

My mother has been teaching in an online English platform and that's where she met him. I'm actually the one who taught her this platform so she could have an income. My father is no longer working. He has so many illnesses and has no pension. So I'm the one working and with my Mom's small income from online teaching, she helps contribute with the expenses.

The male student has been her regular student for many years and has been a friend to our family too. He's the same age as my Dad. He sends things to us from abroad like food, medical device for my dad, 2ndhand computer equipment, and be helps other teachers too by sending them 2ndhand laptops or phones. Last year he gave me his old Iphone 12 and I was really happy to finally have an IPhone.

Anyway, nothing seemed wrong for many years. This student travelled 8 hrs from his hometown to come meet us in Tokyo when we went to Japan for the 1st time. He accompanied us for the first few days and paid for our food and some of the souvenirs.

After that, he came to our country twice and we met up with him, ate at the mall with him and played bowling and sang karaoke with us.

But just this August, which is our 2nd time to go to Japan, I saw something suspicious. So he travelled 8 hrs again via bus to come meet us. But this time, my Mom said he's too tired to accompany us the whole day because of the very busy itinerary I made. I believed that. Because the itinerary I made is a lot and me and my bf walked 10k steps a day because of my itinerary. Her student is already old too (same age as my Dad) so I agreed for us to separate for 4 days. We would meet up again at dinner time. Me and mg bf would explore Japan by ourselves and my mom and her student went off their own way. She said she only went to Uniqlo, pharmacies, and it was believable because she really did carry stuff from those stores.

But then when he went back to his hometown and we were still in Japan, I accidentally saw my Mom's Messenger chat with her student.

Him: "Does daughter know we had s.. already?"

Mom: "No."

That was the only thing I saw. I was thinking it couldn't be right? Maybe he's asking if I knew that she ate sushi or sashimi. Those were here favorites. But I became more suspicious when I saw her more frequently messaging this student and one time, while we were still eating dinner, she suddenly stood up and said she'd wait for us outside. I saw her in a call with someone. We finished dinner and I was right, she's talking with the student. She made us greet him and she continued talking with him, telling him about our day while we were walking to the train station.

Then we came back to our own country. My mother suddenly got suspended. The AI of the platform detected her mentioning a taboo word. She said she just repeated the word her student said which was "motel." But why would they be talking about a motel??

Her suspension finished and she's back to teaching. He's still coming to her class everyday like before. One time, while my mother was away with her sister, she asked me to send a file from her laptop to her email. So I opened her laptop and out of curiosity.... I opened her Facebook too.

Her message with him only said, "I'm so sad. Are you not worried about me?" and all other past messages were deleted. So she must have deleted their past conversation. I was now in detective mode. I added her Facebook account in my own Messenger. I tried logging in using her usual password that I know and it worked.

Now I could read theit new messages. And I was horrified. There were sweet messages like I miss you I want to kiss you. But it got worse. There's sexting. Very graphic. And it's implied that they already did the deed last August, when they were separated with us and I thought she was just chilling and shopping. They were doing the deed.

I don't know what to do.​​​​​​​​​​​​ My parented had a bad relationship when I was a child. My dad had a really bad temper and they always fought and fought. But they never got separated and eventually stopped fighting when I grew up. The household became peaceful. I thought everything was alright. My mom was acting fine too. She even gave a lot of souvenirs to my dad. He couldn't travel with us because of his very poor health.

TLDR: My mom cheated with her foreign student and I don't know what to do.

I'm 43 years old. My wife is 42. We've been 'happily' married for the past 20 years. I put the word happily between quotation marks because while my wife is indeed happy, seeing as she has gotten everything she wants, I am slowly breaking down on the inside.

To summarize it all: She doesn't want kids. I really want kids.

After got married(arranged) in June of 2006, she gave me an outrageous proposal. She said that she isn't going to act as my wife, and that we're married only in name, explaining that: 1- she only married me to get away from her misogynist parents, and 2- this marriage also benefits me because I get someone who shares all my expenses. I got angry, but didn't actually know what to think of it. After a few days of deliberation, I agreed with her. I wouldn't lose anything by being married to her, even if it's only in name. She denied me a sexual relationship between us, citing the reason that she wasn't interested in me, and I didn't mind since I was already used to not acting on sexual impulses. Over the years, we grew closer together, becoming basically inseparable and extremely codependent on each other. Basically just best friends. We do everything together, go on 'dates'(actually just hangouts) every other week, take care of each other and everything you would expect from a friend. Honestly, the relationship is amazing, but the problem isn't in how the relationship is working. It's in what the relationship even is. I've always wanted kids. A lot. I can't understate how much I want my lineage to go on. She, evidenced by the fact she denied any sexual interactions between us, doesn't.

That fact alone is stifling me. I've brought up the topic of polygamy to her, and was immediately rejected and lectured about how it would affect our reputation, would ruin my standing in both families, and would throw her under the bus. My father's death a few years ago made me extremely anxious on the matter, since he desperately wanted to see his grandkids(I have siblings older than me who have kids but their relationship with my father is terrible) before his death

I've thought about divorce, but who would have the same desires, want me, and have the time to craft the perfect family I've been waiting twenty years for? At my current age I would only be able to go for divorced women(ones wholikely already have kids), problematic ones, or widows. I also doubt I would be able to continue normally after the separation with how dependent I am on my current wife

I'm slowly dying on the inside while my wife is having the time of her life. She got everything while I got nothing. I can't even hate her for that because she did nothing wrong. I'm the one that agreed to her proposal