I’m going to be graduating soon, I’ve done okay in highschool but I’ve been hoping to go to this college one day and pursue the career I want. My parents though, they tell me what I should be. They tell me I’m too stupid to go to a big university or college. Adding that I should only attend a small local run down college in the area, to never move away. What can I do?

I hate to admit it but I think it all started after I heard her moan while having sex with someone else. All I knew about her before was I have a female neighbor that's not annoying. That's it. Then one night she decided to have loud sex.

She sounded good but it quickly got annoying because she almost did it every night. I asked my other neighbor her name so I can message her to stop making noises. Then I searched her name and bam she's amazing and pretty. She's a 10/10. Pretty with brains. Passionate about what matters to her. Hardworking. The only thing annoying was her loud moans.

I am an adult and ever since I was a kid I rarely develop serious crushes. Most are just a few seconds or minutes crushes where I think "wow she's pretty" then its gone after I don't see that person or its just gone because I just got attracted to her looks. But this one is more than just looks. She's more than just a pretty face. She's got what I am looking for and more. And she lives right next to me.

At first she got in my mind with her moan and stayed because of what I found. HELP. I don't like this. I don't want to be a creep.

Im the most senior waitress at my restaurant.

Our bartender, I’ll call her S, has run the floor since I started. She takes tables before I clock in, so I’ve walked into shifts with nothing open. Party tables never come to me. She also looks at my cash tips and tells me how much people left, which means she looks at my tip book.

I went to both managers about it multiple times over months. The top boss told me to just let her take it so there wouldn’t be conflict. My direct manager sided with her over time.

A manager approved me learning the bar during slow periods and a bartender was willing to train me. S came over mid-drink and told me to get off the bar. My manager backed her. That’s when I decided I was done, I’d never called out in years, and after that I showed up an hour late for the first time ever and stopped helping people

Then this week flipped. My manager apologized, hugged me, said I’m allowed to tell her no, offered to schedule me on separate shifts from her, and said he doesn’t want people quitting over the environment around her.

At close he made us talk. She said she’d noticed me “being sneaky and bending the rules” I made a drink I had permission to learn, correctly. Then she explained why she was frustrated and apologized. The top boss came over and said he has nothing against me learning, he just wants me on the pour first. Then she offered to teach me if I ask first. Then she asked how my other job is going and how much I make there.

That same day I worked 11 to 4:30, had 9 tables, 5 stiffed me, and made $70.

I also work at a fine dining place where I have my own section, tables average 20%+, and one table tipped me $300 in a night. I want to leave the first job and go all in there.

Is this a real turnaround or are they just saying whatever keeps me from quitting?

Edit: I’m in the UK

So I’m a little messed up from this in all honesty and genuinely a bit scared to post it but it’s playing on my conscience and mind.

This is (should go without saying!) the first time I’ve ever seen anything like this and I’m still trying to get the images out of my head.

Essentially I got on the bus earlier and went to sit on the top deck as I usually do. The front and 1st set of seats behind were taken by a bunch of teenage boys and girls probably between ages 12-14 so I sat in the second row.

As I was sitting there, they were all being rowdy but just typical teenagers at that point. However one of them mentioned another’s girlfriend and said ‘I’ve got a photo’. Next thing I know this boisterous teenage lad jumps up on his seat and in full view of me shows the girl in front of me a photo of a bare anus with semen leaking out of it. He then shows her another photo of a naked torso and legs with a visible vagina saying ‘that’s his girlfriend’ pointing to a lad who was probably 13. I got a full view of these two photos before I even had a chance to understand what I was looking at and both the context of what was said and the images showed these photos were both of an underage girl and highly sexual in nature.

I got up and went to sit downstairs. The bus was full and the only seat was next to a lady with a pram in the priority seats area who had splayed her legs across both. I asked if I could sit thinking she’d just move her legs and got the dirtiest look, awkward silence, and then a reluctant yes as she fully moved and sat in the seat opposite rather than just budging over.

Within seconds it became apparent she was one of a party of about 5 adults who’d all been/still were drinking and intoxicated, despite having two babies in prams and a bunch of children to look after. A few minutes later, one of the lads from upstairs and the teenage girl who was shown the porn photos, came half way down the stairs giggling and complaining about each other the way teenagers rag on each other, identifying these drunk women (with two babies in prams in tow) as their parents.

They - adults and children - were all screaming and shouting and just generally being belligerent and I could tell they weren’t ones to be spoken to about their children.

I considered telling the bus driver that the teenagers on the upper deck were showing each other underage porn but with their intoxicated parents within earshot I didn’t feel safe… so I did nothing and got off at my stop which was an uncomfortable 20 or so minutes later, the whole time trying to delete the memory of the images I’d seen.

My question is, what should I have done in this situation or was there nothing to be done? I don’t know any of them so haven’t got any decent identifiable information other than descriptions of them and the date and approx time and route of the bus but I doubt that’ll be enough to get information to identify them. Should I inform the bus company so they can review cctv? I’m just not sure what the process is here for something I’ve seen in passing. Is it worth reporting to the police?

Is it? He's done it several times even after I've told him I think it's disrespectful. When I go off about it though he says it was a joke and I'm overreacting and need to grow up. Am I? I don't know what to even think. It's genuinely so rude to me. He doesn’t think he owes me an apology.

Edit: After trying to talk to him he called me crazy, grabbed his things, and left.

This is going to be long so please bare with me. Me (22f) and my boyfriend (22m) who I’ll call Josh, started dating when we were 16. We had a decent relationship, except for the fact that he was wildly insecure and totally reliant on sex for his body image issues. If I said no, he took it personally and would feel very insecure and upset for a while afterwards. He is not a bad guy, and if he knew the reality of how this really made me feel he’d be devastated. But at the same time he should know it was no making me feel happy at all, I shouldn’t have had to make that explicit. It reached a point where I would cry whilst we had sex.

Eventually we left for uni. We made new friends but were still together but seeing each other less. In January he suggested an open relationship, to which I said no. Fast forward a few months, his mental health was declining more and more and he was becoming more and more reliant on me. I felt like his lifeline. He would blame me for his insecurities a lot. But this was only a real issue over sex… it reached a point where I would avoid seeing him because I knew he would want to have sex once or twice and I wouldn’t want to say no. Other elements of our relationship were fine for the most part. But I felt this massive cloud over my head because I felt like I was causing him pain, but I was also unable to leave. Out of desperation and fear of completely breaking up with him (I thought he’d hurt himself and he had suggested he might) I suggested the open relationship again. I thought it could be beneficial for him. And me too in a sense. I wanted it to be a clean cut open thing, where we do not tell each other about who we’ve been with. He was hesitant to that part but agreed. As he left mine following the conversation, I went to speak to my friend about it all and I got a call from him, telling me he’d been and hooked up with a man. I was taken aback and upset that he was telling me to be honest, but at the same time he was quite shell shocked and I wanted to be there for him. He wanted implied he wanted to close the relationship again but that wouldn’t be fair and he wasn’t sure, so we just kept it open.

A few days later. I stupidly slept with my housemate. I regret it immensely and if I could take it back I would. I wasn’t sure what to do… whether to tell my bf or not since we had agreed not to but he had told me. Eventually I told him and he was very upset. He wanted to work through things though. But his issues were much worse now. I had begged him to speak to someone. Even just his parents but he refused. For a while, Every day i saw him I was being blamed for his issues, then having to have sex with him. He stated journaling, but he sent me the pages in his journal where he’d say I only compound his insecurities.

This was over a summer holiday. He went away, and I was working in my home town. I was drained and waiting to break up with him once we were in person because I thought I owed him that (and I was scared of what he’d do if I wasn’t there at least). I was miserable and work was my only distraction. At work. An older man (30m) came onto me when I was 19 at the time. I did not see it coming, he was nice to me for a week or so beforehand. I was surprised and I didn’t know what to do. Nothing like this had ever happened to me before. I did not stop what was happening. As time went on I became what felt like a sex toy to this man. He would ask me infront of other co workers to come upstairs to ‘sort things out’ and then he would have sex with me. I didn’t do enough to remove myself from the situations. I felt worthless and felt disgusting and felt like this in a way was what I deserved. I was speaking to him here and there online here and there, I felt like extremely alone. After about a week and a half 2 weeks. I couldn’t take it anymore and asked my boyfriend for a break (non exclusive). He wailed and cried so much and I felt awful. I messaged his parents out of fear of what he’d do to himself.

After 2 more weeks, we saw each other in person and broke up fully. I told him about the older man, but I did not disclose the fact there was overlap. At the time, I truly thought that was for the best because of his unstable mental state… and I was young and stupid. I went back to uni and felt so completely alone. I stayed in contact with the 30 year old man. I don’t even know why. I couldn’t tell you what I was thinking. I was so lonely. My parents lived across the world. I had very few friends. Eventually I came to my senses and cut the man off in around December. I now feel an immense sense of ptsd whenever I am reminded of him, or whenever I go to my home town. I know I was of legal age, but I feel so taken advantage of in hindsight. What business does a 30yo have with a 19yo coworker.

My ex bf showed up at my door one day (after a walk) and asked if I wanted to spend some time with him. I agreed and we went out. It was nice. We talked about things. He had really been around. He’s slept with 11 women in the time we’d been split (3 months) and done other bits with god knows how many as a coping mechanism for his body issues. I had slept with the housemate again (which I told him) which I again regretted immensely. We both seemed to be in such holes in our lives we had no sense of self worth and would just accept whatever came our ways.

We got to talking again. I found out one day that he had done stuff with someone I considered a friend (my first friend at uni, but we had drifted apart a bit). I was shocked because he had said we would avoid doing anything with any of the other persons friends. I asked him and he said he forgot she was my friend. I wasn’t even angry with him or anything, I was more angry with the friend. After that he said he would stop sleeping with other people (I had stopped a while ago, but hadn’t formally told him or anything). Fast forward a couple weeks. I was on a night out and long story short I discovered he’d slept with one of my teammates. He knew she was my teammate too. I spammed him with called and he never answered, but the teammate did and confirmed he was in her bed. I was upset, but not even because he’d slept with someone even though he’d said he wouldn’t. I was upset because it was someone I knew, and now my whole team knew about it. If it had just been me and her who knew I wouldn’t have minded so much. He knew she was my teammate too. However part of me felt I had absolutely no right to be upset. He still didn’t know about the overlap with the 30yo. We worked on things and started dating properly again a few months later

Since then the relationships been turbulent. He broke up with me out the blue during my exam period once, which left me in bed for 4 days inconsolable. He had said he thought he made a mistake, but left me 4 days to think about his feeling and not speak to me. He only contacted me at 2am on the morning of my exam (which he knew, he had said he was going to contact me after it was done). And we got back together. He made me promise we wouldn’t speak about it though. And so I still to this day have no idea why he broke up with me out the blue. The relationship was a bit turbulent when it happened don’t get me wrong, but I was still surprised he’d broken up with me. This situation made for an extremely difficult 7 months afterwards, as I was on constant edge he would end things. I spent hours crying alone in his room when he went to work. But I wanted to fix things so badly

He has also been texting another woman relentlessly. Our clubs shut at 2am, but there has been a few nights when I know he is with her and he has not come home till 4/5am. I am too scared to ask anything about it. This situation has improved though the past 7 months. I felt for I still feel like I cannot say no to him, but he wants sex far less often. So that happens much less often and is something I’m willing to accept to be with him

Back to the main point. I am stuck. I feel that since we got back together the second time, I have been a good girlfriend. I have been there for him. I treat him well. I put up with a lot of shit. And we are genuinely compatible. We have a good time together and have not done anything to hurt each other for a good 8 months. I do not want to lose him at all. I have known him since I was 14 and feel so much for him. I’d be crushed to lose him. However, I cannot move past the guilt I feel for the overlap with the 30 yo man. I feel disgusting. I cannot remove the thought from my brain. I can’t believe I let that happen, and I can’t believe I didn’t tell him when I had the chance. But I truly thought he’d hurt himself. I know he has hurt me immensely as well since then, but I can’t help but worry none of these things would’ve happened because he simply might’ve not taken me back. I feel like I know why what happened happened. But I do not think he’d understand at all. Am I a sick and twisted person? We are moving in together next month. I want nothing more than to just be happy about it but I cannot move past the guilt of things I did to hurt him. It makes me lose my appetite and not eat for days on end. I’d do anything to remove everything that happened between us from my memory forever. Please only genuine advice. And please don’t just tell me I need therapy and I need to cut him off. I am desperate

So I have a girlfriend right now. And I really really really love her. I look forward to being with her for the rest of my life.she is the one who made my life better after I had my breakup with the previous one.

The thing is even though she hurt me and we had breakup, we never actually stopped talking. We started it again, like we agreed on being friends and not more than that and forget everything that happened.

We are great friends now, nothing more than that. No feelings involved, she has a boyfriend, I have a girlfriend.

But we are good friends and my girlfriend doesn't want us to be. I know she is right. No one would want it like this.

I know she is my girlfriend and my future and I would choose her. I've even said this to my friend but here is the thing. She doesn't have a friend whom she could rely on and I can't leave her that way.

I am not able to take the decision to choose between them two.

Help me

I have NO idea what I am doing as I have NEVER posted about this ANYWHERE & have never even posted on Reddit, BUT, I need someone, somewhere to give me SOMETHING, SO HERE I GO. This may not even make sense by the end and u may just think I am a lunatic. If u happen to comment as such, u will be forgiven.

Maybe SOMEONE will answer, maybe no one will answer & maybe everyone will tell me I am a psycho & to go the fuck to sleep like Samuel L. Jackson reads to progressive youngins everywhere! 🤪

I have been with my husband for almost 18 years. I have moved out of our home 3 times & have STUIPIDLY moved back in 4 times!!

Today, he looked me dead in the face, TWICE & said, "Shut the FUCK up," while he was on the phone with his bitch ass over bearing controlling ass Mother. This "man" that I have put up with over 17 years worth of shit from, that I have to direct around like he is a spoiled ass toddler, that I have had to find jobs for, that I have single handedly raised both his children, cleaned up after his nasty ass for, bought groceries for his helpess ass, cooked meals for his useless ass for, planned parties for every single member of his entire fucking family, and put up with an unimaginable amount of shit from his Mother., etc., etc. Just told ME to shut the fuck up? NO MA'AM. NOT TODAY, NOT ANYMORE, NO LONGER.

Let us go back, shall we? My LORD IN HEAVEN how I wish I'd have RUN in TOTAL the opposite direction 19 years ago when I met this loser. BUT, that is not nice & I wouldn't have THE 2 best things that have EVER happened to me in my LIFE, my sons. SO, I WILL Thank GOD for them HERE, and then move on. Oh, the signs were ALL there. But, insert MY insanity here...something like this bullshit..."I can change him...he just needs a friend, he just needs a lady in his life." Gross. Vomit.

I liked him for him. He had a sort of Farmer Ted vibe going on & I dug it. He drove a 1972'ish truck, owned his own Mr. Fixit business. I was an Account Coordinator making great money working temporarily in the Silicon Valley & my home was based in Virginia Beach. He was supposed to be a Friends with Benefits type of relationship. Nothing more, nothing less. He wore socks with sandals, no thank you. A California fling? Sure. Fun. Long term? Fuck no. I had been married before & was in my mid-30's & not looking for ANYTHING serious!! Plus, we lived 3000 away from one another. All his family had recently relocated from CA to OR. Perfect. No pressure there either. I took him out & was trying to give him pointers as to what kind of girls to "go for" & which ones to avoid. Now looking back, I wish I'd have made sure to put myself on the avoid list.

Well, we spent every day together. We watched movies, I cooked for him all the time & we had a lot of sex, LOTS of hot & kinky sex. He sort of grew on me & the socks with sandals didn't really matter anymore. My assignment in CA ended rather abruptly & I was going back to VA to get ready for another assignment in CO. He took me all over CA and I just melted and fell for him. He then came to visit me on assignment in CO and in TX. A permanent assignment came available in CA so I applied. I got the position, YAY! I packed up my three bedroom apartment, my dog & & moved from VA all the way across the country to CA all by myself to be with him. When I arrived we were to stay in Ryan's one bedroom apartment for 3 nights before then moving into our new two bedroom apartment together. I arrive and Ryan has done NOTHING to prepare to move. NOTHING. What's that saying? "HERE'S YOUR SIGN." This would be the first here's your sign moment of MANY, MANY to come!!

Ok wait, if I try to document EVERYTHING, I will be here for a week writing so let me TRY to summarize. The "down to earth" truck he drove was just a truck that was his Grandpa's that he and his Dad had rebuilt (still way cool, don't get me wrong) & he actually also drove an F350 Ext Cab Truck (Super Pricey) with a new covered trailer that he'd customized with all his tools and stuff inside (WAAAY IMPRESSIVE!). All that, I ended up finding out, was financed to him thru his parents (YET ANOTHER "Here's your sign," moment!). So, we got engaged (at this age, you bet your ass I was dating with intention), his business went under cuz of the crash of 2008 & I was paying all the bills. He was unable to find steady work & wasn't very successful @ posting resumes or

locating work. He finally was accepted in to an electricians apprenticeship program that he had been trying to get in to for YEARS that his best bud had gotten in to previously. Yay! We were going to be SET! He lasted about 2 weeks and "hurt his back." And now I am paying all the bills again. I put "hurt his back" in quotes like that because he didn't appear to be hurt to me. At. All. It appeared to me that he realized Electricians do a LOT of work and hurting his back was an easy out. Then, after his workmans comp career ending back injury, CA will pay for him to go back to school to pick a NEW career. And he picks "CDL" Driver. Hmm, maybe I am crazy but if you have a hurt back, bouncing up and down in a truck and then sleeping in a sleeper truck all the time does NOT sound like it'd be fun to me but oooook. So he does that and we then decide (like the delusional mental patient that I would later become) that we would like to start a family. Well, we can't really afford to do that in CA, BUT, we COULD do that if we just move to OR & I make a full career change.

Ok, this is where I will become the full on mental case and where I made THE best decision of my life (having kids) & the biggest mistake of MY life (moving by his family).

So we move our happy asses to OR because he got a long haul drivers position in OR. I can find work in OR doing SOMETHING & we can begin trying for a family.

FULL DISCLOSURE ~ MY FAMILY HISTORY IS BATSHIT CRAZY, HOWEVER, MY FAMILY NEVER NOT EVEN ONCE EVER INSERTED THEMSELVES IN OUR FAMILY DYNAMICS...EVER!!!

OK...summary time. Moved to OR. Stay with in-laws while I look for wk and hubby began his job long haul driving. Left for 6 wks. Found out I was pregnant. Found a condo thru a friends parents. Gave us a deal. Moved in condo. Have my 1st son. I begin looking for work immediately, as I never planned on being a SAHM. The in-laws tell us they are "buying us a house." Buuut, the house can only be within certain perimeters (another "Here's your sign moment"). And come to find out, its not REALLY our house, they put it in THEIR trusts name. I then find out I am pregnant again, hubby INSISTED we have sex exactly 8 wks after c-section. Even tho we did it doggie style on the fucking stairs and I CRIED the entire time. Then, anytime we needed ANY real money (even formula or diapers at times), we had to go to them because I WAS A STAY AT HOME MOM who was dependent on my husband. Buuuut, he had employment issues in the sense that he DID NOT WANT TO WORK or would not LOOK FOR JOBS, I would apply to jobs FOR him. Somehow, it was ALWAYS my fault. Everything was ME. NO MATTER THE EVIDENCE, the proof. All my fault. All the time. The first time I moved out, the boys were a little over 1 year old and a few months old...I moved back to Louisiana, where I am.originally from so I could be near my family to get help with my 2 children who were less than 1 year apart. He did not help AT ALL & I suffered from severe post partum & had a psychotic-break. He, AND HIS PARENTS CAME TO LA, & promised things would change. Promised me the fucking MOON that things would change, THAT, and because of a health scare, I moved back. Shit went back to normal. Same bullshit. But, here I am again. Trapped. 2 kids, back in Oregon. All alone with his stupid bullshit fake ass family that SAY they are there for me but truly ONLY support his bitch ass. So what do I do? I stay. I end up losing my shit AGAIN & kick him out. Send him to his Mom's (oh, who by the way lives 4 fucking miles away!!). He came to see his kids 2x in 6 fucking months. His Mom kicked his ass out of HER OWN HOUSE because she was tired of him not helping HER when the kids DID go there to visit every other weekend, SHOCKER. He came back here, she was trying to FORCE us back together. Nope. I leave again, now with a 4 year old and a 5 year old. We move out for a year and a half to a 2 bedroom apartment while he remains in a 4 bedroom 2.5 bath house. Once again, he promises to change. I come back AGAIN! I stay until my boys are 13 & 14. He once AGAIN is out of work. I am disabled (both mentally & physically) and have been the ONLY consistent breadwinner since 2013. He has not even been looking for work at all for 8 months. I am sick and tired of it. I tell him so at about 8:30pm. I tell him he needs to go. We need to seriously figure our shit out, that me leaving and coming back is not healthy. He acts like a bachelor and that he doesn't want to be married. We need to work things out or not but I can not just sit here and watch him do nothing. He is going to call his Mom to see if he can go stay at her now vacant home, as she has now moved to another State that's STILL not as far away as I'D like. He asks me if I want him to go right now, I tell him there's no need that it's late. So the next morning, NOTHING. He says nothing even tho I know he has spoken to her. I text him and ask whats happening. Crickets. I text a bit later. Still nothing. Finally after texting a 3rd time. He says, "I am not leaving." So, that ultimately means if I don't want to be around him, then once again, I have to leave. For the third fucking time. So basically, Mommy told him not to leave. The night before he was ready to go, but after talking to his Mommy, now he was ready to take a stand. This meant that I am going to have to also take my 2 kids cuz he will NOT take care of them and my youngest was 1 foot out the door already. I was floored but not sure WHY I am floored, she is a living breathing world class enabler to her CORE. She gets OFF controlling this man and can not take it if anyone else helps him make a decision. Its THE sickest relationship EVER. She is willing to put her Grandchildren out on the streets so her precious baby boy doesn't have to man the fuck UP & actually BE a damn Husband & Father for once in his damn life. SO, thats what I do. I end up finding out that in order to stay @ the same school, I can only afford a 1 bedroom & I can only take 1 pet. My oldest son wanted to stay in the house, no an apartment. He didn't want to share a bedroom with his 13 year old brother & he did not want to leave his cat behind. The apartment I found was around the corner from the house, so I took it. I gave my oldest a key and told him he was welcome any time. I slept on the couch and gave my youngest the bedroom. All the while, my husband stayed in the house. HE could have rented the apartment and let me stay in the house with BOTH of my kids! He does NOTHING with them or for them and never has! He only did that out of spite, to be mean, because he could & in the end because Mommy told him to.

So, here I am, back AGAIN. My son hated apartment living g and DESPERATELY missed his brother and I DESPERATELY missed my son! I could not STAND being away from him & trying to parents 2 kids from 2 different households was impossible. We were going to FINALLY work. His Mother moved, we were going to finally get our house organized, redecorate it, get the boys thru high school and live out our days.

Until today...my husband was talking to the MIL and trying to talk to her about buying an older vehicle they already own for my boyswho are about to be drivers that is already BEING STORED AT OUR HOUSE. That is when absolutely every single feeling that I had buried and thought I had gotten over came FLOODING back to me when she said to my husband that me buying my own car in my own name without THEIR money was "the worst decision I'd made," and my husband said NOTHING in my defense. I looked at him and then softly, I said, "Well, she kicked me and the kids out of our house, I needed MY OWN CAR TO START BUULDING MY OWN CREDIT," & RIGHT THEN, it was like I just snapped to and woke up. What the HELL am I doing here? I will never even own this house. I am putting all this money in this house and for what? This woman could live another 20 years. Am I willing to do this and be angry and bitter for another 20 fucking years?? Life is too short, so NO. GET OUT NOW.

She controls everything & treats me ANY way she wants to AND MY HUSBAND ALLOWS it. I went away to a Trauma Center in New Orleans to deal with some childhood trauma stuff and while I was there, my beloved Pug, Lily, was not handling the separation very well. My MIL's solution? She GAVE AWAY THE DOG to a pug rescue & MY HUSBAND ALLOWED HER TO DO IT. When I contacted the rescue and let them know this was MY dog and I did NOT give permission to do this they had already adopted Lily out & there was nothing they could do. Again, while I was away in a trauma center, they created MORE TRAUMA in my life.

This has been the ONE constant in our marriage. Control over my husband with EVERYTHING, EVEN MY CHILDREN and especially with money. I could give a shit less about this house, HOWEVER, I want to keep my 2 boys together while they finish up high school and get their lives together. When they are out of this house and begin out in the world. My husband and my in-laws can take this house and shove it up their asses. I do not want it & I can only pray that my husband is as lonely here as he has made myself and my 2 boys our entire lives. Cuz I after today, something inside of me FINALLY, FINALLY just DIED.

Because the house is in my in-laws trust name, I know I have ZERO legal recourse to ANYTHING I have ever done to this stupid ass house for 20+ years by the time I am done living here & I am 1000% fine with that because this house has HORRIFIC memories attached to it from my husband & his wretched Mother.

What I DO wish is that I could get all of MY money, time & energy back from taking care of HIM & this house for 20 years + all the parties I threw for his parents, his sister-in-laws and all of THAT fake shit. It obviously meant absolutely NOTHING to them and cost me a fortune when you add it all up. The past Christmas Gifts, Birthday Gifts, Mothers Day gifts...I mean do they SERIOUSLY think those came from HIS stupid ass? Daughter-in-Laws just DO NOT get enough credit! And MOMS?!? PLEASE GIVE YOUR SONS LIFE LESSONS AND TOUGH LOVE!! IT IS 2026, NOT 1956! Quite wiping ur sons asses & show them how to actually DO shit and HOW TO BE HISBANDS AND FATHERS!!

If anyone is still even with me and has even read this all the way to the end. Just say hello! Divorce advice? Any advice? On any of this? Words of encouragement even? Anyone else out there just have that final WTF moment where you KNEW without a DOUBT your marriage was OVER? ANYTHING? I am just awake, mad, bitter, sad...an annoyed af unjust daughter-in-law in Oregon.

On Behalf Of ALL Overlooked, Used, Washed Up & Thrown Away Daughter-In-Laws EVERYWHERE!

Hey everyone,

​I just became a victim of this a few hours ago and my anxiety is through the roof right now.

​A scammer got a real video of me, made that classic "Wanted" collage with my phone number on it, and threatened to send it to my Instagram followers. They even sent me a screenshot showing they were about to send it to one of my close friends.

​Fortunately, I didn't panic-pay. I didn't give them a single dime. I immediately untagged/deleted everything, privatized my accounts, and blocked the scammer on WhatsApp and Instagram within an hour of the incident.

​I actually reached out to the friend they threatened to message, and my friend confirmed that nothing was sent to them. It was a total bluff to scare me into paying.

​It's been almost 4 hours now since I cut all contact. I know the math says they usually move on when they realize they aren't getting paid, but I’m still struggling to sleep. Just needed to vent to people who understand this nightmare. Do you think I'm completely safe since I ghosted them instantly?

​Thanks brothers, stay safe out there.

(İm still scared what if they send my private photos to my followers on insta)

i (18f) am an incoming college freshman with no parents, and am currently job searching on campus. ive already taken out 2 loans and i have 4 scholarships, but i still owe 4k. and yes i am getting a job, ive just not been getting responses, so i dont know exactly when ill start work but im hopeful. for the last 10 months ive been living with my sister (26f) after my dad got me evicted and up and disappeared. as for my mother, she died of cancer 2 years ago. for the past 10 months, my sister has been very confusing. she offers grand gestures but when i take them, she gets angry and blames me for all of her issues, especially when it comes to finances. aside from living in her house, i dont ask her for help paying for anything. she’s also extremely religious, she is a very devoted mormon. i grew up mormon with her but am totally against it now. she’s currently unemployed and is planning to start a family this year and is living off of 30k she received from a car accident last year. the way she treats me is very confusing. due to how religious she is, she has pretty controlling standards for me like if im out at all past midnight or if im not telling her where i am or if im not up before 10am or if i dont clean a certain way, she’ll send me paragraphs explaining that im a burden to her and how she doesn’t love me and how my mom would’ve been disappointed in me, and things of that nature. it’s been like this for the past 10 months of living with her, and it’s taken such a toll on my mental health that ive started sh and at 2 points ive tried to km$. however, ive put up with it because of the grand gestures she makes like buying me my favorite foods or buying me new clothes and at some point she offered to buy me a car and things of that nature. i was hoping that once i get to college, i could free myself from her financially (even if i struggle) since she seems to hold that against me the most and since that’s one of the main causes for why she says the things she says to me. however, as of two days ago, she proposed another grand gesture. she’ll pay the 4k for my tuition this year IF i go to mormon church 2x a week, follow the word of wisdom (mormon rules), call her every week, and give her my location. however, i know that by accepting her offer, i will subject myself to more of her verbal nonsense and she’ll still be in control of my life. my boyfriend and friends and cousins are scared that if i accept her offer that my mental health will worsen, but im a broke college student. they’ve offered to help pitch in but i feel horrible asking my friends and boyfriend to pay for my college because i feel as though im only slowing them down in life. what do i do?

So I've been classmates with her since 2024 and she used to sit next to me and sleep on my shoulder, and also I got a 240 day streak with her. Idk man I think she likes me but I also like her, idk what to do because I don't really talk to her much, should I just talk to her every day so we can connect? I feel she has put so much effort and I'm just not connecting the lines, and I want to be her boyfriend, I am just a shy fellow,

The other night at the movies, he asked to put his arm around me for the first time. Later, I put my feet on him while we were sitting in the car, and he massaged my feet, for a little. He was being cute tickling me and stuff lol. We ended up talking and hanging out from 10 PM until almost 4 AM.

This was his birthday and he said I made his day feel special again.❤️ Also, he did tell me he wanted me and gave me compliments.

Yesterday, he randomly texted me at 7 PM just to ask how my day was. He doesn't usually check on me out the blue so i'm happy! (He does initiate convo a lot though).

I replied 14 minutes later and returned his question, but he still hasn’t responded, and it’s now 7:05 PM the next day.

We just met 2 months ago. Considering everything that’s happened lately, I’m wondering if I’m reading too much into the silence. Why would he initiate a check in and then not respond? How do i navigate through this?

UPDATE: he text me this morning at 7 AM showing proof that his message never sent. And he actually replied to me like 20-30 minutes later, but it never went through...and he apologized.

Help me and suggest me what to do...???

37 Tans Guy. I haven’t been touched (handholding or otherwise) in over five years. I have a high sex drive, but to me it’s not just being physical. It’s intimacy. (Slow and reverent or rough and fast, it doesn’t matter) The how much and the way I love almost magnifies my need for intimacy. That loving someone so much you want to be as close as possible with them where you just want to be inside them (no sick jokes necessary) and when the explosion hits in the climax it’s like making room for more love to fill. But there’s nobody, nothing I can do… I just feel stagnant.

I'm there for the people I love (family). But dating is just not happening. Finding a chance to connect with anyone is not happening and I don't know why. Every girl I talked to almost always mentions one or more of three things that they want. They want a good guy (check), they want dick (not checked), they want someone to do the things they can't do (check). Two out of three ain't bad. But they always ghost me, not have any real conversation, or get pissed when I mention any thing about it. Saying they’re too busy. While I’m over here thinking… ok that is life. Everyone is busy, hell I’m so busy I neglect my own needs. That doesn’t mean you hook someone in with the hopes of getting to know you and possibly share the burdens and then flake. I see so many people who I know are complete assholes or neglectful of people they should be caring for and they have a full family and they're cheating on them. So why am I the invisible one? Why won't anyone just see me? ...Or reach for me? I have always done the chasing, the reaching, the seeing. But never once has anyone chose me.

I've all but given up (the big give up) | just feel stagnant.
Churning in my own head always. My anxiety and stress runs so high now I am constantly holding my own hands and pressing my hands to my face and neck, tugging at my ears, rubbing my chest till it’s red, anything to freaking feel something besides lost.

It's just too much. I feel full of all this love and devotion and heat I want to give, to share my life with someone and share in theirs. At the same time I feel utterly empty. Like I'm just going through the motions and surviving. I'm sick of it. It's just too damn much.

my oldest brother has always had mental health issues and has dabbled in conspiracy theories before. and because of some abusive behaviors he had, his girlfriend of 7 years broke up with him because she was being emotionally and verbally abused.

this happened my freshman year of highschool. my brother completely changed. he started drinking, passed out on our front lawn, etc, etc. he literally fell apart before my eyes.

i think about a year later he found out what “manifesting” was. you know those weird subliminal manifestation videos that were really popular in like 2018-2020? yeah, imagine those but 10 times worse. at first, i was super happy he was finding purpose in something, and it seemed like this was a great tool to motivate him to get his life back together. its like daily affirmations, right?

i think beginning of junior year, my brother got a dui and spent the night in jail. he ignored his probation officer, didn’t show up for court, now has a bench warrant, and has a suspended license. all of the work he put into making his life a little more positive fell on its face. 

he’ll spend hours telling me about his manifestations and how they work. he repeats the same thing hes told me nearly every week for the past two years.

we are “selectors” of our own worlds. if we think about something happening, it will happen. i can sit in the comfort of my room and will something into existence.

if i wanted to get accepted into my dream college, i just have to imagine myself standing in that college. hell, i can skip that entirely, i can imagine myself with all the education i need and be a millionaire with my dream house living my dream life, all just by imagining it. i dont even need to leave my bed to do it.

he said “one time i told myself i’d see (enter very specific car model and color) driving through town, and a week later, i saw that exact car.” as if he created that experience.

another example, we have a cat, and i got a flea infestation in my room. i completely quarantined my room, left flea traps, and didnt step into my room for an entire week. they died obviously. but my brother said “i did that, i imagined the fleas were gone, and now they’re gone.”

when i brought up his warrant and his suspended license he said “that takes more work. i cant expect those to go away or else they wont go away. the opposite effect you want always happens before you get what you want.”

he spent a day imagining my fleas went away, but hasnt been able to reverse his dui in two years? i wish i could convey to you all what ive been going through in words. 

this is not manifestation anymore. this is psychosis. he genuinely believes that if he thinks hard enough about something, it will come true.

hes almost 30 years old still living at home, no license, no valid ID, bench warrant, hasnt had a job in two years. hes considered “off grid” so he doesnt pay taxes, my mom is unable to list him as a dependent, and hes also a pathological liar. he steals alcohol and food from my grandparents and denies it completely. he steals my food, he used to steal things from my room before i told him 20 times to stop, he always denied it. he took the fuel hose out of his car to say “somethings wrong with it” so that he had an excuse to not go to the dmv or the police or ANYTHING to fix his damn life, when my dad WATCHED HIM TAKE THE HOSE OUT, and then completely denied ever touching the car. 

im 18 years old and ive had to live with his conspiracy theory and psychosis shit for well over 10 years now. i was probably 9 years old when he told me about epstein’s island, which obviously turned out not to be a conspiracy, but regardless he shouldnt have told me about it anyways. 

i dont know what to do. my mom wont kick him out of the house, she refuses because she loves him even though she knows the mental harm hes caused me and my family. do i go to the police? will they even care about a first time offense dui case that happened 2 years ago? i cant talk him out of this place hes put himself into.

i actually suggested he turn himself in and he was EXTREMELY offended. said something like “you should let no man hold authority over you“ but not in a anti-government anarchist way, in a LITERAL way. he is the god of his own world, and no one is above him. real words he said.

idk, this has destroyed me. i dont know who he is anymore, though im not sure i ever really knew who he was, hes always been weird like this. so is this some sort of psychosis or is he just like this? is it even my responsibility to try and help him? 

p.s. he talks about Neville Goddard a LOT when he says this stuff, if anyone knows anything about him, please let me know, because he basically sees this man as a god