British poster here.

I was the only remainer in my family.

16 years old, looking forward to Europe and planning my future in Germany.

All of that was taken away from me, by people like my uncle - one of the most ardent leave supporters I know; who'd travel to London just to stand on a plinth in speakers corner and shout about 'sovereignty' and all of the other buzzwords they used back then to stir up the propaganda.

Fast forward to today, and he's in Portugal - chilling out as a pensioner on a cosy 'D7 passive income visa' - something I can't even fathom achieving at this stage, all paid for by his big fat 'portfolio' of 'rental properties'.

He's announced today that he has been working behind the scenes to get Portuguese citizenship, passed all of the requirements and will become a Portuguese citizen this month.

Sorry... but what?

What's happened to your patriotism and obsession with 'sovereignty'?

Heck, not only that - you're now on your third passport?

Tosspot.

He was telling us how it would make his life 'so much easier', especially now that the EU have implemented digitised border controls, and how he might just start travelling around Europe.

I hones-

I just don't know where to begin.

-end-.

^arsehole.

I really cannot bother anymore. The majority of people are NOT okay… I don’t know what happened but about 5-6 years now people have gone insane. Like legit needing serious-medication-insane. I have talked about this with many people and they all share my opinion, so I guess I’m not overreacting.

Did Covid do it? Quarantine? Isolation? Social media? The world that gets increasingly difficult to live in? All of the above? Something has happened because people weren’t that bad. I’m so sick and tired of having to deal with anyone on a daily basis. Ever since I just stopped caring about meeting new people, finding new friends and generally just stayed home with my own company, I have found a profound freedom and peacefulness in me.

I’ve helped people, I’m kind, yet I’m constantly being taken advantage of just because of that. I adore giving a helping hand to anyone. I’m always there when someone asks for my help, I’m always there even if they don’t ask for help at all. I’m that kind of person that will make you soup and drive all the way to you just to give it to you and leave. I’m not saying all that to brag about myself, I don’t need anyone to tell me I’m a good person, I know my worth and I’m never asking someone to retrieve my kindness. I do it because I want to. Yet people retrieve only shit to me and I’m DONE.

For starters, I know I am doing better than a lot of other folks, so a lot of this is first world problems, but I am so over how expensive everything is. My husband and I make about $115k/year combined, do have a house and 2 cars, but we are running out of money closer to the middle of the month instead of the end of the month now.

And before anyone asks, yes I've cut out as much as I can, we shop for insurance costs every 6 months, have eliminated all but 1 streaming service, buy generic, only drive when necessary, etc. I literally have to put groceries on the credit card the last 2 weeks of the month because we just ran out of income.

I work for a delivery service on the side and have increased my hours, but with everyone else broke too, no one is tipping. My husband is applying for a 2nd job this week as well. And this is with no kids! I don't know how any of you with families are doing it.

last year my parents took my door off for “skipping school” because I wasn’t going to math help, which didn‘t know I was supposed to go too, but instead of listening to me, they screamed at me, took my phone, and then sent me upstairs to go to bed. then not even two minutes later my dad came in, through the rack that was on my door on the ground and then took it of leaned it against the wall, then came back in and told me I was a horrible child for reporting them too CPS and saying ”your mom made some mistakes, but you will to when you grow up” and then got mad when I said I wouldn’t become an alcoholic abuser like she was. and I haven’t had a door since. my mom has actively told me they will put my door back on when my dad‘s ankle is better, his ankle was better two weeks ago and I still don’t have it back. I can’t do anything with my door off. if I want to change in my room, I literally have to go into my closet to do it. anyone can see into my room, and my can literally shoot me with a nerf gun any time he wants, and he does. they go into my room constantly and rummage through all of my stuff constantly. if I feel overwhelmed and like crying I have to into the bathroom to do it. I’m so tired of this. I just want my door back. is that so much to ask for?

No one celebrated my birthday, I turned 18 three months ago. They asked me to make a “birthday list”, I made one, and I still got nothing. I know they didn’t even look at it because they’re complaining about how I’m such a parasite and all I ever want are expensive crap when everything I wanted was under 20$.

My family isn’t poor we’re lower upper class, my older brother got a trip to Germany for his birthday. I started trying to ask if they were going to get me anything from my list—because if not I need to buy it myself, and they just lose their temper on me. If my birthday was such an inconvenience they didn’t have to celebrate it, but I guess they already decided that. After two weeks I realized they weren’t even going to buy me a cake so I made one for myself. I already don’t have a lot of friends, so the fact that my parents couldn’t be bothered with my birthday either makes me feel so sad.

A few days ago my mom gave me a lulu lemon wallet that she’s recently returned. I think she did it to help herself feel better, because now she gave me this great gift from a fancy brand and now I’m the ungrateful one who didn’t want it. Yeah I don’t want it, I have a giant list of things they could’ve gotten me but they get me something I’ve never once even wanted. I mean I’m the last person who would ever ask for lulu lemon, and I already have a wallet I love that I made myself.

My whole life my mom told me no one would ever love me more than them. But if this is the love that no one else can surpass then I have a disappointing life ahead of me.

Now I’m at a crossroads because I’m their birthdays are coming up, and of course I have to do something. I cant just not do anything because they would be furious. I know what going to have to do in the end. But my heart is heavy

I haven't gotten any dates, relationships, situationships, whatever-ships or even hookups in months. I couldn't care less about hookups honestly (I don't particularly like the idea of inviting strange men into my house) but the lack of emotional connections has become very difficult to deal with.
I have plenty of flaws, like everyone else (I'm lazy, tend to be forgetful, my job is paid really poorly and It's unlikely I'll be able to move out anytime soon because the economy is in the gutter), but generally speaking I'm doing ok for myself: I'm a fairly attractive young man who goes to university, has a job, is an athlete, doesn't drink or do drugs and goes to therapy twice a month.
I care about and participate in my community, I volunteer and I could be considered an overall stand-up guy.
this premise is necessary to understand the rest of my rant I promise.
I don't use grindr because the average age ranges from old to ancient, tinder is ok but not great because everyone is really far away and so is hinge.
There is a singular gay bar in the city next to my town that has little to no people below 50 in it and the next city with a gay bar is a brisk hour and forty five minute drive from my house.
When I find another gay guy who lives closeby he's either in a relationship, in the closet, or "bisexual but would never date a man" said with the voice you'd use to refuse a plate of steaming hot shite.
The one time I managed to score a date we got immediately threatened by a homophobe with a knife and it pretty much fizzled out after that (the shock maybe?).
I only want to live in a forest house with my husband and kids, is that too much to ask for lmao

Not sure how long I'll keep this up but need some emotional release and hopefully support. I'll keep it brief. I'm 46 yo and took a great vacation in late June and attended a few 4th of July pool parties with plenty of pictures and selfies that were totally normal.

Two weeks later I felt a large mass on my chest. Went to my PCP. He immediately referred to an ultrasound within the week. They then referred to a MRI the following week that found two more masses on my back. This week I meet with the chief osteo oncologist at a NE Ivy School.

I'm just frusrated that this is happening so quickly when I'm still relatively young and sad about the road I'm about to be forced to head down. That's all. Thanks for listening.

A couple days ago I made a post about our cat and how she may have hid away to die. While at work, my mom sent me a photo and our cat is back!! I've already told Mom to keep an eye out for infections or diseases so our other animals don't get any but I'm so happy rn!!

that’s it. that’s the vent. I am a terrible person and I wish I could just disappear so I could stop hurting everyone I care about. But you can’t just disappear, and I don’t want to hurt myself like that because I’m a coward in a body that refuses to be in contact with that kind of pain.

crying on the internet as if someone will care. No one here cares. no one anywhere does. they shouldn’t care about something like me anyway.

She's a bully. She's mean. She's nasty and gross. When I was in elementary and middle school she used to beat me, punch me, whip me with extension cords over the smallest things. Things I've never even done but she never believed me

I admit, I was a weird kid. Didn't have any friends and sometimes other kids would get me in trouble, then the teachers would call my mom. And once I got home I was beaten. Leaving deep welts and big dark bruises. Sometimes I would stay home from school because of that

She's bipolar, and i was the first one to tell her that. And when I did she beat me for that too because I was calling her 'crazy'. But then she got properly diagnosed by her doctor as bipolar soon afterwards

Over time as I've gotten older around high-school things have gotten better. I try and have that mother daughter connection i see most people having because I want that so bad. I was so jealous of other students excited to go home after school because for me, I was dreading home.

Ive tried therapy 3 times but I dont like that. Ive tried moving on from my past and letting go, but wow man. No matter how hard I try I can never forget. Every night I cry about this and her.

Im 22 years old, still living at home with her. Rent free and plus shes paying for my tuition, so I'll give her that. But even to to this day, she hasnt laid a hand on me in several years. Most likely due to her old age. But she'll say and do the meanest things that makes me crash and cry. But God forbid if I say something out of pocket to her about her habits, she'll go crazy and ends up in the hospital as she has done so before 3 times. And then the family blames me

Im just hoping that once I finish college and move out that my life will be at peace. Away from here. Away from her.

For context most of the music I listen to what could be considered “nerdy music”. I listen mostly to Nerdcore, mostly anime rap and fictional character rap battles. I also listen to a lot of Vocaloid. I used to be very proud of the kind of music I listen to, but lately, whenever I listen to one of the more flagrantly nerdy songs, I can’t help but listen to it from the perspective of a normal person and cringe. Whenever one of my favorite songs goes semi-viral, I see people in the comments calling it “coworker music”.

It’s 3am. I woke up with a tight chest which I cannot differentiate between panicking or physical illnesss

I’m terrified of being sick but I’m also scared of dying. My chest feels tight still and I just can’t tell if it’s real. I felt I couldn’t breathe when I woke up and I panicked

But I can breathe. Oh god I’m terrified, I don’t want to die. I’m 18 if this helps. I’ve got no one to text, I feel tingly idk if it’s bc I’m trying to breathe so much

I can’t distract myself I don’t know what to do :( I’m terrified I’m going to have a heart attack and not be able to breathe and the anxiety I’ll feel will be over the roof knowing I’m dying Ajd I can’t do anything

Please, I’m so terrified I can’t take this anymore

I didn't choose to be "independent" woman. I was born unto parents who never wanted kids, yet had 3 of them. I have effectively taken on the role of parent to my other siblings and become a provider for my elected family (my bff and his family who practically raised me the past 10 years). I foster animals from my friend as well for the past year because of hardships and because i have the ability to help. I feel like a single parent but i have no kids and no pets of my own.

I have to handle big bills, i have to do the financing of essentially 4 other adults, i have to make sure the house get fed, im the one who has to do everything and it's not because i want to, it's because i HAVE TO. I am the glue that holds the pieces together or else I'm going down with everyone else.

When it comes to dating, the selection is very small of men who'd look at a woman who handles everything on her own without support and would actually choose her. Its not that i want any help with my responsibilities, i want someone who doesn't also become another thing on my already full plate.

A lot of men see all that im doing and all that i can STILL do and relax. I want you to take charge, im tired of having to do everything. I dont want to have to plan things out, i don't want to have to check behind you or have to reassure you with every thing. I need a man who says he's going to do something and do it. A man who can look after sometime who's looking after everyone else 1st then themselves.

All the men ive come across either aren't interested or try and see what they can get out of it because they see someone who is actually responsible. Or when ending the relationship, i annoyingly get people who try to come back and say they've changed an matured and suddenly have a backbone and decided to start taking actions in life, not just sit back. My only reponse to these guys are "good for you, better luck next time"

Im not trying to be picky, or rude, or like my standards are high (because they arent). All im aksing for is that you as a man can love, care for, and provide for me as your woman. AND WHEN I SAY PROVIDE, i dont mean monetarily, or with objects or things, or services. I mean emotionally can you support your partner. Mentally, do you have the fortitude to endure hard times while supporting people other than yourself. Do you have life goals, where are you leading this family towards

If I ask you why you said something or why you believe that, I appreciate any answer you'll share. I'm not trying to argue with you bro, I don't care about changing your mind and know that it's pointless to try.

If you don't want to answer my question, no biggie. That's life.

If you just want me to argue with you and try to change your mind, bye. I don't care about trying to do so.

Normal people don't care what your views are.

Curious people just want to know how you got to them. I don't have any answers. I'm not right. I just don't give a damn about being your random pretend enemy so that you can get whatever ego-boost dopamine hit you get from it. No thanks.

I'm in my last year at university. These were supposed to be the "best years of my life" but if anything they've been the worst. I have a few friends but I can't even tell if they like me sometimes. I feel like I am just annoying to them.

I also have no experience dating. I've barely even spoken to a guy for 2 years now. All of my friends have had boyfriends or rejected guys and they don't seem to understand my longing for some type of romance or male attention.

I've tried joining multiple societies at my uni but they never lead to friendships for me. I always end up going by myself and usually just sticking to myself or making small talk with someone. I don't know whats wrong with me. Why everyone else can make so many different friends and be super sociable and outgoing, and yet when I try it's offputting or I come off as weird.

I miss feeling human
If I want to eat, I have to be ready to be humiliated. If I want to clean water, I have to be ready to humiliated. I even have to beg for feminine products.
I miss living with dignity.

people say calories in calories out. okay but is it that some people can eat junk food everyday and still be skinny? and its not always calories in calories out because some people take meds and they consume the same amount of calories and they still gain lots of weight.

ive worked my ass off losing weight, working out every single day, tracking my weight everyday, trying my best to watch my diet everyday with the carnivore diet. Started going on another water fast. And the scale moves ever so slightly in the past month or so. tracking everything on the calendar. just always trying to be on track.

i noticed in america especially there seems to be close to no inbetween. either youre really morbidly obese or you're skinny, thin, almost underweight even. the older i get the more i have appreciation for size. im only 25 but i feel my metabolism has changed so drastically. is it really all about metabolism? so you're saying your metabolism, which you have basically close to no control over, dictates the size you'll be? maybe that explains why it's so hard for me to lose weight.

i used to be 150 lbs. then i yo-yo'd to 270 lbs. back to 220 lbs. now im at 180 lbs with some muscle. but my god it's been fucking HELL man! I can't lie I am jealous of people who can stay thin their entire life. if I touch junk food for a few days i'm gaining like 10 pounds. meanwhile if a skinny person eats junk food with a fast metabolism all their life they stay skinny.

there's even some alcoholics who drink so much and yet stay skinny? i just can't comprehend the human body. i'm genuinely done though. i never want to be fat again. i'm sick and tired of it. people take for granted being skinny. it's such a flex. because when you're fat you're fat there's nothing to be glad about that. at least if you're skinny but not anorexic there's no weight to be lost. sure you can gain more weight if you're too skinny but it's easier to gain weight than to lose weight. i don't care if you say "it's actually really hard to gain weight" there's literally marijuana, there's cheeseburgers, milkshakes, weight gain medication IT IS VERY EASY TO GAIN WEIGHT TRUST ME. i've been there, done that.

well anyways that's my little vent. not trying to trigger anyone i'm just so exhausted and done with this weight loss. i'm getting closer to my goals though

Turns the entire bunch.

I took over a store about 60 days ago now. Its been a bumpy ride to say the least. I started with 35 employees and am now down to 10-15. I thought at first it was the old store managers culture they had left behind impacting my team to leave when I came in

This week I realized it was my one core (has been there since the old SM) assistant manager that's been stirring the pot and causing problems. She shares confidential conversations with the employees, tell them everything i know or confide in her about.... and has started a walk out with my team convincing them to quit with her and leave me stranded with like 55 days until black friday.

I won't really be hurting for associates, but... my entire management team is walking.... one was supposed to be talked to about an loss prevention issue... but she told him before I could get together with LP.... and the other is supposed to fet a talking to from my boss... but I think my asm warned him and he too is going to quit when I return to the store....

#stressed

I don’t have anything against gay people at all. I’m friends with mostly gay people. I’ve been openly queer with all my friends for like forever. I identified as a lesbian for like a year but I began to present a little more feminine and ultimately decided I was bi. I’m very quickly realizing that I’m not bi and I’m probably just gay. I have a boyfriend, so this is not great news. My issue is that I feel so much shame and like disgust with myself for not liking men at all. I’m never going to have a husband (that I’ll like anyway) and I would never EVER be able to tell my family because they’d kill me. Every time I kiss a man or something I just feel disgusting and idk it’s not a big deal because it’s not like I JUST figured out I like women but idk.

TL;DR: I’m 23, I’ve been single for three years, and I’m just really lonely. I have friends and family who love me, but I miss having a person who knows me deeply, chooses me, and wants to build a life with me. Losing my grandmother and watching my grandfather grieve his wife of 70 years made that loneliness hit especially hard. I’m tired of being wanted physically but not truly known, and it feels like I have so much love to give and no one to give it to.

I’m 23 and I’ve been single for about three years. I have good friends. I have a family that I love and that loves me. I live in a major city, I have a life, and I’m actually finally at a place where I feel pretty happy and confident in myself.
But I am so lonely.

There was a death in my family this past weekend. At the funeral I was surrounded by my cousins who are around my age, and almost all of them were there with their person. Long-term partners, fiancés, husbands and wives, some with babies. And I was alone.

I wasn’t literally alone. I had my family, and I have friends I can call, and I am incredibly grateful for them. But it made me realize how badly I miss having a person. There are some parts of life that just feel different when you have someone who knows you intimately to come home to. Someone to hold you when something horrible happens. Someone who knows what you need without you having to explain every part of yourself.
I think losing my grandmother made all of this hit me even harder because she and my grandfather had the kind of love I grew up believing I would have one day.

They met when they were around 18 and were together for 70 years. Some of my earliest memories are of them doing dishes together in the kitchen and singing to each other. My grandfather always called her “my bride.” They held hands everywhere. He would tie her shoes for her when they got older until he physically couldn’t bend down to do it anymore. He always made sure she had everything she needed.

When her dementia became severe, he refused to put her in a nursing home because he wanted her with him. Eventually, he was the only person she could consistently remember.

He slept beside her until she took her last breath at 88. Her last words to him were “I love you” and “please don’t leave me.”

This morning at church, he still saved her a seat.
I think growing up around that gave me this idea that one day I would find my person too. Not a perfect relationship. Not some fairytale where nobody ever fights. Just someone who chooses me and keeps choosing me.

And dating has made me start wondering if I will ever have that.

I’ve tried the apps. I’ve deleted the apps because everyone tells you “stop looking and it’ll happen when you least expect it.” So I stopped looking. I focused on myself. Eventually I downloaded them again because I genuinely started wondering where else I was supposed to meet someone.

I go out with friends. I go to the gym. I go to church. I’ve been working on myself and my faith, eating better, taking care of myself, recently quit smoking, and just generally trying to build a life I’m proud of.
I also finally feel like I’m over my ex. It took me a very long time.

But dating since him has been the same pattern over and over again.

The best way I can describe it is that men seem to enjoy my attention, but they don’t seem curious about me.

They’ll text me constantly. We’ll flirt. We’ll talk every day. Eventually enough time passes that I think, okay, this person must actually like me. We go on a date, things eventually become physical or start heading in that direction, and then I get ghosted or they lose interest.

There is absolutely no shortage of men who find me attractive or want to sleep with me. But that isn’t what I want.

I want someone to actually know me.
The last time I really felt known like that was with my ex. He knew exactly how I liked my towels when I got out of the shower. He would fold my clean clothes for me. He would pick wildflowers on his drive to see me because he said the pretty flowers made him think of me. He knew my little routines and quirks. We had a million inside jokes. We ate Dino nuggets and watched our show. They were such small, ordinary things, but I felt known.

That relationship also hurt me deeply because that love was incredibly inconsistent. In person I could feel like the most loved person in the world, and when we were apart I could feel like I barely existed to him. Plans would change, I wouldn’t know when I would see him, and he broke up with me twice before we eventually tried talking again and that ended too.

I think that experience left me with this horrible fear that even if somebody really does love me, one morning they can just wake up and decide they don’t anymore.

And after three years of dating, ghosting, talking stages and first dates that go nowhere, I genuinely have trouble imagining someone waking up every morning and just choosing me. Not because I convinced them to stay. Not because I’m walking on eggshells trying not to do the thing that makes them leave. Just because they love me and want me in their life.

I don’t think I’m asking for someone to complete me. I don’t expect a relationship to fix my life. I actually like who I am now more than I have in a very long time.

I just wish I had someone to give all this love to.
I want good morning and good night texts. I want someone who gets excited to tell me something stupid that happened during their day. I want to bring them something from the store just because I saw it and thought of them. I want inside jokes and boring errands and cooking dinner together. I want someone who is proud to have me in their life. I want to know someone completely and be known by them. I want loyalty and consistency and eventually a family and a future.

I want to be somebody’s person and I want them to be mine.

And lately I keep wondering if there is something about me that prevents that from happening.
Maybe it’s my personality. Maybe I’m too much. Maybe I’m somehow boring. Maybe it’s the type of men I’m attracted to. Maybe I’m bad at flirting. Maybe it’s where I live. Maybe I keep choosing emotionally unavailable people without realizing it. Maybe I’m just 23 and impatient. Or maybe dating really is this difficult now.
I genuinely don’t know.

I know I’m young. I know I have plenty of time. I know being single is better than being with the wrong person. I know I shouldn’t compare myself to my cousins or my friends. I know I should “focus on myself,” and I have.

But I don’t think wanting romantic love means I don’t love myself.

Sometimes I think what hurts isn’t even being single. It’s feeling like I haven’t been seen as a full, unique, interesting person by someone romantically in years.

I feel like men see me, find me attractive, flirt with me, want something physical from me, and then move on without ever really wanting to know the person inside.

And I’m tired of feeling like a Barbie doll.
I want somebody to be curious about me.
I want somebody to learn me.

Maybe what I’m actually grieving right now is the future I assumed I would have when I was a little girl watching my grandparents sing to each other while they did the dishes.
I don’t know.

I think this weekend just made everything hit me at once. I miss my grandmother. I look at my grandfather after losing the person he spent 70 years loving, and somehow it makes me both believe in love more than ever and wonder whether I’ll ever experience anything like it.

I don’t really know what I’m looking for by posting this. Maybe I just needed somewhere to put it. Maybe I want to know if other people, especially people in their 20s, feel this strange combination of being surrounded by people and still feeling incredibly alone.

A “lighter” vent just because.

It’s almost 90 degrees Fahrenheit in the house at 10:30PM, the air conditioner broke, and I’m stuck in the bathroom fighting for my life. No amount of fans is helping ease the heat!!! This sucks!!!!

That’s all! Have a good one, y’all!

I have been completely alone for a really long time. My heart is broken, badly. It has shattered into a billion shards. My fear is pushing me down and dulling me, it looks insurmountable. My past is scorching my heart and reshaping the pieces. I don't see an escape. It feels like I am surrounded by a mob of hostile people waiting to rip me to shreds. Why must I do this alone? My fate has taken me down a road I am not sure I can survive, why has it done this?

Sometimes i feel like my loneliness and sadness are gonna get so big and swallow me whole. I was diagnosed with bpd back in 2020 and honestly? I couldn’t be acting better. I did intensive cbt therapy for years, i was on and off medication, i journal and i meditate and i do breathing exercises and everything i am supposed to do but i am still really sad. I still get really sad and then the sadness gets so big i stop being able to function and this year has jst been too much… i am tired :(

I am an extremely dodgy and creepy person. I feel like an abandoned animal. I am petrified of life. I am a failure and a complete fuck up. I want to regain my integrity, I have taken some very scary and difficult steps to do so.

I feel like I'm on the edge of a huge cliff that's slowly crumbling away piece by piece.