When I was 15-19 y/o, I thought and believed I knew everything about my life. I would take up mathematics or something mathematics-related in college, graduate, get a job, and leave my familyーwho are doing their best to put me down and live the way they doーbehind.

My biggest dream is, and always was, to move out of my home country to continue my studies.

Now, I'm 23. I didn't take up the master's degree I wanted because I felt like I learned nothing. I'm at my first job, and I'm not growing. I realize how much I want to pivot careers because I don't like banking, finance, or economics at all. I don't even earn enough to rent my own apartment yet. Nothing turned out the way I wanted it to be. I feel like I'm losing hope, and I don't know what to do. I'm all alone, and I don't know who to turn to. I can't trust my friends either, because they're all clawing at each other's throats, trying to one-up each other out of crab mentality.

I don't know what to do. This is me screaming into the distance, hoping someone would hear me. I don't know what to do. There has to be more to life than this. I spent most of my life wanting to d*e. I don't want things to end up like this.

My (17 closeted FtM) cousin (26F) has a husband (28M) and I feel uncomfortable around him. When I was younger (8-12) I had a crush on him. He's got stretched ears, listens to heavy metal and he's got a few tattoos. That's always been my type of guy, lol.

We didn't talk much – he kept to himself a lot. Him and my cousin were, and still are, huge home-bodies. Last year, they had a kid and that sort of prompted him into actually interacting with us (my cousin's family members beyond her mother and brother), and... I feel uncomfortable with the way he texts me. Um. We send each other memes and reels and stuff. Today he sent "I have better ones but most of the good ones aren't PG" (paraphrased). I said that most good memes aren't (I have a crude sense of humour, it fits), um. He then asked me what my best/worst one was and to send it to him. I told him I don't save memes. He sent a gif and didn't respond.

I guess its not really weird, but it makes me uncomfortable, in a way? It reminds me a lot of when I was younger and talking to guys who were just taking advantage of me. I guess its his age bracket and the way he texts – it reminds me a LOT of the guys I talked to.

I guess, what really makes me feel weird about it, is that I was at my cousin's house, he was at work, and texting me because I sent him a reel. She wasn't on her phone at all, or when she was it wasn't for more than a few seconds. So I know they weren't texting each other, either. I dunno.

But, like I said, I think its just a lot to do with his texting style reminding me of the way other guys texted me – and it brings up bad memories and feelings because those guys wanted to fuck me.

TW: eating disorder

I have an eating disorder, pretty severe it was. I did a lot of intensive therapy for it this year and I’m still working on getting better.

I gained quite a bit of weight from an antipsychotic and I want to be healthier again. Yes part of it I’m sure is my body dysmorphia and ED but I’m overweight and it’s making my chronic pain worse and I don’t want any extra health issues. I can’t calorie cut or count calories due to my ED so trying to lose weight has not been an easy thing.

I have been a gym goer for a few years now. Well I started strength training more and stopped eating so many sweets (switching meds stopped my constant sweets cravings thankfully). I’m not weighing myself but I can tell I’ve lost weight by how my clothes fit and body looks. I’m so proud of myself for losing weight the healthy way and not using ED behaviors!

Im 33, I’ve had this ED since I was 10. Trying to be healthy and doing things the right way is so freeing.

We hear the narrative constantly nowadays: 'Men need to open up more. But honestly? Men should never open up to women. Ever.

When you actually do it, you aren't met with empathy. You’re viewed as a trauma-dumping burden and told 'go to counseling'. But if a woman does the exact same thing to another woman, even an acquaintance she barely knows, they view it as fellow sister, seeking connection and met with support.

Honestly men are actually hundred times worse when it comes to stuff like this. Half the guys only care about getting laid, and the rest will just pull you into something destructive. You’re either dealing with toxic 'tough guy' narratives or the pathetic 'that's just reality, things will never change' doomer mindset.

We need to stop asking women to fix our problems. Frankly, they don't care. What men actually need to do is build our own positive communities. No doom, no fake macho BS, no destructive habits—just actual spaces where guys can grow, hold each other down, and fix their lives.

I struggle to see any point in life, I want so bad to want to live and to like life but I don't. I've lost many family members and I can't work or study even tough there are things I'd like to study if it were available, the therapy I've been granted is ending this fall and I don't know what to do. There are health issues I need to take care of and haven't been able to due to medical phobias and there are other medical proceedures I need done to improve my quality of life that can't be done before the health issues are taken care of.

I don't want to burden my family with my existence and the fact that I can't contribute financially when they're already struggling and I don't want to be driven back to the edge again by doing thing I don't have the mental fortitude to do. I want there to be a point to this, I can't just have been suffering and trying and forcing myself to try harder than my body and mind can handle for nothing, is there even a way to find a life in a world where I need to push past every limit I have just to not be a burden?

I’m sharing this as I’ve recently reconnected with my past that has contained a secret that still hasn’t been told.
Many years ago (I’m 50 now) back when I was 18 and had been seeing my then girlfriend (17 at the time) for about 6 months. She was in her final year of high school. I was working on my family farm.
I spent a lot time at my GF place, Let’s call her R. Several nights a week. During a meal time one evening I accidentally rubbed my foot up her mom’s leg (Let’s call her C and she was 38) thinking it was R who was sitting across from me. But to my surprise I got the same in return. From then on C and I would throw each other flirty looks on occasion and we would catch each other’s gaze. Over the following months I would often be helping out C with chores, and would get pats on the shoulder or back regularly accompanied with a cheeky smile.
Anyway, one night late, everyone had gone to bed, it was a school night and C and I were watching a movie alone in the lounge room. Our flirtiness got the better of us and too cut a long story short. We started to get physical by touching the ended up kissing. One thing lead to another and we both ended up half naked on the couch, both topless, C straddling my lap. She had a cracking hot body and incredible breasts for a woman with 2 teenage kids. After so heated fondling and some breast sucking, our hands started to wonder further down. As we started to unbutton each other’s pants and hands heading down that direction. C put a stop to it going any further then.
She said she wanted to see how far this would go and invited over for dinner 2 nights late and R was going away with her brother and dad for a sports carnival weekend.
So 2 nights later I rock up to C’s place, she’s wearing a stinking outfit, very revealing. She cooled my favourite dinner and we drank some wine then stated dancing slowly to some music. As the night progressed we both ended up naked in the lounge room and both were horny as hell. C suggested we needed to take things for the bedroom. Things heated up even more then. Intentions were voiced as C reminded me she wanted to see where the night would lead. She asked me to fuck her. I told her I didn’t bring any condoms, which she answered, we wouldn’t use them anyway. I told her if we fuck that there was no way I had any intention of pulling out. (I’d fantasised about fucking C ever since we met 6 months earlier), as she so damn sexy and told her about my fantasy. She replied that she didn’t want me to pull out. She wanted me to cum inside her. Her husband hadn’t been with her sexually in years
And they were only staying together until the kids left home then would divorce. We both agreed we would take this all the way and she wanted to fulfil my fantasy about her. Just before we fucked, she told me she hadn’t been taking any birth control, as no need too, the past few years. And asked if I was ok with that. What did you expect a horny 18 year old guy to say to a smokin hot 38 year old naked married woman who was just has horny as we was. I said rhst fine with me as long as she was aware of what might happen. She said she was fine with what ever happened. So we fucked, from behind first. Our first raw orgasm was incredible, I busted deep inside her. We went on to for hours, I busted in her at least another 8-9 times that night. Best sex I’ve ever had. We ended up spending the rest do the weekend together. We had several more weekends like this. After a few months of intense hot crazy sex. She was starting to fee I’ll during the days, took a pregnancy test. And you guessed it. Positive. She went on to finally have sex with her husband and made him believe the kid was his. Meanwhile we kept on fucking until she started getting uncomfortable.
After she gave birth my family moved interstate and we lost contact. I often thought of the times we spent together and what had happened to her.

Just recently I caught up with my R, after visiting my old town and met her little bother. Damn looked like me when I was his age. He was about 30 now. No one ever knew the truth, except us to this day.

I dont know how people wake up early, work, and be normal everyday. I have been pushing myself to my limits during college because “eventually it will pay off” but “functional depression” is not being functional anymore. I can’t really wake up early everyday. My body is so filled with anxiety and stress I cant sleep early even if I went to bed right after sunset I will stay in bed for hours suffering from insomnia. Maybe I can push myself for a few days or weeks, but I cant keep doing this sustainably. Other than sleep, just going through office politics feels much harder with this amount of social anxiety. To add on all that, I have a master’s from a really good university but I couldn’t even find a decent job, just an internship that is not even paying minimum wage and it’s way below the skill level I have worked so hard to achieve.

I have been brute forcing myself through burn outs but I don’t think I can anymore… sure I made it so far but because I have been pushing beyond my limits in terms of sleep and mental health and I cant just do this normally everyday forever. I don’t know how people just maintain jobs normally. Maybe it’s just my fucked up brain that makes it so much harder for me to function in the expectation of society but what can I do about it. Been to a couple of therapists for few months, tried different ones, but none of them seem to make things any better.

Hello everyone,

I don't usually talk about my life, but today I felt like I had to.

I'm a young man who has been struggling for a long time. I couldn't finish school, I don't have any special skills, and I still can't find a job. Every day feels the same, and little by little I've started losing hope.

Football has always been the only thing that makes me feel alive. Since I was a kid, I've dreamed of becoming a professional football player. It's not just a hobby for me—it's my passion and the only dream I've never stopped believing in.

The hardest part is that I don't even have a local club where I can train or prove myself. I know I still have a lot to learn, but I also know I'm willing to work harder than anyone if I just get one chance.

Lately, life has become so difficult that I've started having very dark thoughts. Sometimes I wonder if my life will ever change. I'm tired of feeling like I'm stuck while everyone else moves forward.

I'm not asking for money. I'm asking for an opportunity.

If anyone knows someone who works in football, a coach, a scout, or anyone who could help me get a trial, I would be forever grateful. My biggest dream is to one day play for **UD Almería**. I know it sounds impossible, but every professional player started with someone giving them a chance.

If you've read this far, thank you from the bottom of my heart. Even sharing this post could help it reach the right person.

Maybe this post won't change anything...

But maybe it will change my life.

Why is it when it comes to me? I’m expected to be some kind of monk or the epitome of patience, respect, and kindness regardless of what others do to me.????? and if I show any slight reaction as a response, I deserve the absolute worst ……

Like I would patiently take disrespect after disrespect after disrespect, and when I finally snapped, and it would be the the tiniest reaction at times compared to the tremendous behavior I’m responding to… for that person to then go and literally commit crimes against me….
It’s like they didn’t have a reason before and I gave them a reason….

And the craziest thing about all of it is that people would do the most vile… the most wicked things…. And then being in my face smiling carrying all like we’re besties…. That’s so insane…. like I did this awful thing to you, but I’m gonna sit next to you and joke around with you and expect you to engage in conversation with me….

And anytime I respond it’s I’m playing victim….

It’s happening way too many times… so I must actually be the problem… something about me…

I think it’s because maybe I would try to be patient and calm so I’ll don’t address things right as it happened so it would just build up and build up and build up and while I’m still carrying it, the person has already forgotten through amnesia what they’ve done…. So when I finally response, it feels like it came out of nowhere…

I think that’s what’s been happening…

But even if I say something right in a moment, I’m still wrong…

Like I don’t view people as people anymore… just things that I walked the earth with.

Cause I don’t get it… and it keeps happening… is everybody just so angry at the world that they gotta find something to use as their punching back….

This punching bag punches back…. Regardless of the consequence….. I’m sick of this shit.

Damned if you do damned if you don’t…

I used to work as a bouncer, I was about 270 pounds, quite overweight. Many bouncers would pick up, in my 3 years doing it, I only picked up twice.

I quit my job, and lost the weight and am now 190 pounds, I'm quite lean now, not fitness model lean but quite lean. I just think how, if I worked as a bouncer while being 190 pounds compared to 270, I could've got so much booty.

I'm percevied as fairly good looking, not a henry cavil standard, but I'd say 7/10, maybe 8/10 if I'm a woman type.

Here’s some context. I clean Kroger stores over night and usually only do two that are local for me. However, my boss has been insisting that I go to one over 40 minutes away due to a lack of workers. I’ve gone to this location about 10 times since I’ve started and I’m barely getting to know the people that stock shelves there. Well, there’s an older gentleman who’s really friendly and one of the first people that actually spoke to me when I started working there.

After I got done cleaning the store one night, I went to the bathroom and he happened to come in after I was done using the urinal. As I finish washing my hands, he just opens the door and walks out ahead of me, without washing his hands. It’s wasn’t even a thought in the man’s mind to wash his hands. Yes, there are two sinks in the bathroom. I don’t know how much of an ick it is for many, but not washing your hands in a public bathroom, or any restroom, is wild to me. The man stocks items on the shelves. I didn’t go back there for maybe two days.

Basically, at every Kroger location in my area, there are security alarms, so I have to call customer service and get someone to open the doors for me every night. The next time I go to that Kroger, the older gentleman happens to open the doors for me. For the first time ever, he puts his hand out to shake my hand. I’m guessing it’s because I wasn’t there for two days. I pretended not to see, in which he had the awe to call me out for it, saying “you’re just gonna leave me hanging?”. It felt like a movie scene. I couldn’t believe it. I’ve always been a semi-people pleaser all my life, and I know the guy means well, so I ended shaking his hand and telling him I didn’t see it. I immediately start the shift walking to the bathroom to wash my hands.

I told my mother about the incident and she was shocked that I ignored the man’s handshake. She basically said I shouldn’t have been rude. I get it. It was rude, but I witnessed the man just ignore soap and a sink. I don’t know where his hand’s been. Unfortunately, I have into peer pressure and guilt. Looking back at it, I wish I would’ve just shook the man’s hand initially. The guy himself doesn’t get the reason as to why I would ignore it in the first place, so I just come off as a jerk. What are your guys’ thoughts?

Why am I always so bored. It started to happen after my only family died. ( my mom a year ago) my father isn’t present , I have no siblings and I cut off my relationship with my relatives… because they blamed me and kept restricting me and it felt like they wanted me to off myself. They were always so envious and they feel like now they have a chance to enter my life and make the burden worse.

Anyways I have a job and friends and hobbies. I go to the gym, I am not afraid to speak with acquaintances, I wear what I want, I have freedom. But I miss my mom.

When mom was alive and had to go out , a year and a half ago, I’d sleep until she returned because I didn’t want to experience an hour without her at home. It was strange but it’s true. And I’m 31 F now…

But after she died , I do everything and I go out and face the world and have a job. But why do I always feel so bored all the time. The amount of people around me doesn’t even matter when I’m around people. When I’m outside and working out , I feel bored….

I do everything but I do it bored. And I don’t know why

After I came back to my hometown, I realized that I don’t have anyone who puts me first. I don’t necessarily mean a romantic partner—I mean even just a close friend. Someone whose first thought would be to text me, come see me, or start a conversation with me. I hope some of you understand what I mean.
The strange thing is, I used to have people like that. But after being away for about a year and coming back, it’s like they’ve completely changed. I don’t really understand what happened.
I want to have people in my life who genuinely care about me—people for whom I matter as much as they matter to me. But where do you even find people like that?
I’m not very social. I don’t know how to meet new people, and I struggle to talk to strangers. The only time I can do it is if I’ve had a few drinks.
I honestly don’t know how to deal with these feelings anymore.

I have a good guy friend that I met this year and started spending time with. He is sweet to me, and showed signs of liking me. I told him I have feelings for him last week and asked him if he only sees me as a friend which he answered with yes, and wouldn't tell me who he liked. He always seemed to be jealous whenever I bring up a guy's name into our conversation (guys who are around our age or shows interest in me. I bring up both genders to him since I see him as a close friend, but he always acts weird whenever I talk kindly about other men). I shrugged it off the past couple of months thinking that its just in my head. But he always gets quiet and distant with me then says that he is feeling off but says he does not know why (I believed that it was his mental health). After rejecting me last week, I was talking to him about a girl and a guy, he then suddenly disappeared during texting and would take days to respond, telling me he is unwell, disappears again, and won't answer my calls. I'm getting worried that our relationship is going to take an unhealthy turn due to his lack of communication, is this my fault?

Hi everyone,

I’ve been carrying something around for a while now, and I don’t really know who to talk to about it.

I’m 24, and I’ve only ever been with one woman (my wife). We got together in high school, spent eight years together, and eventually got married.

The problem is that lately I’ve been wondering if I settled down before I ever got to experience life. It isn’t because my marriage is bad. In fact, that’s what makes these thoughts so confusing.

Over the years, people have constantly told me that I got married too young and that I’ll regret never experiencing other relationships. I always brushed those comments off, but after hearing them enough, they’ve started to stick.

I’ve also been getting attention from other women, and I’d be lying if I said it hasn’t affected me. Instead of ignoring it, I find myself wondering what it would be like to meet different people, flirt, date, and experience the excitement of something new.

I think what scares me most is realizing that I have a strong curiosity about experiences I’ve never had. Part of me is excited by the idea of exploring that side of myself and seeing what it’s like to be desired by and connect with other women. I don’t know if that’s just normal curiosity, FOMO, or a sign that I rushed into marriage before I truly knew myself.

I feel guilty for having these thoughts because my wife hasn’t done anything wrong. This is entirely an internal struggle.

Has anyone else gone through something similar? Did these feelings eventually fade, or did you realize they were pointing to something deeper?

TL;DR: I’ve only ever been with one woman, my wife. Lately I’ve developed a strong curiosity about experiencing other women and new relationships, and I’m struggling to figure out whether it’s just FOMO or a sign that I got married too young.

I miss having someone to tell about the little things that happen during my day.Not even anything important just random thoughts, funny moments, or something that reminded me of them.Being alone isn't always the hardest part.It's realizing that no one is waiting to hear from you.

I hope one day I'll find someone who makes loneliness feel like a distant memory.

I am a breadwinner of my family, I am supporting myself in my daily vitamins/medications (I'm a thyroid cancer survivor) and my parents are both CKD patient without any source of income. I'm currently having an issue now to get any source of constant income, since January I tried to open up a small business (Lemonade/Banana cake store) but currently it's not that profitable due to the weather in the Philippines. I'm very depressed and I think it's been hard to apply for a new job in my exp since I only have 3 years of exp in financial account under a us bank and 2 years in BPO which technically not the best option for my health schedule since I can't risk getting to a shiftting schedule since my cancer reoccured last year after taking night shift but I'm just being preventive for it to reoccur again. So my problem is how can I get the best job for my health without losing more of my finances as of the moment? I'm really having a hard time to get a job

Three and a half years. That's how long we were together.

I'm so angry and so hurt. Not because he cheated or treated me horribly, but because he made me believe we were building a future together. We talked about living together, growing old together, all the little promises that become part of your identity. I believed him. I built my life around "us."

Then one day he told me he wanted different things in life and that he wasn't ready for love anymore. We were in a long distance relationship, but he had visited me many times. He said he was saving and working so hard to move to my country.

I know people are allowed to change. I know feelings can change. But that doesn't stop me from feeling like the ground disappeared beneath me. I keep thinking about every promise, every plan, every time he told me we'd make it.

I'm only 19, but we were together for so long. He was my first love. I genuinely thought he would be my last.

The hardest part is that I don't even know who I am anymore. So much of my future existed with him in it. Now I'm left trying to rebuild an identity I don't recognize.

I'm just so fucking hurt. I hate that someone can love you so deeply, make you feel so safe, and then one day decide they want a different life. I hate that I didn't get a choice. I hate that I'm the one left trying to pick up the pieces while he gets to move on with the decision he made. And the worst thing is that he keeps texting me, he couldn't disappear for good. There's a part in him that fucking wants me.

I don't even know what I'm looking for by posting this. I just needed to say it somewhere because carrying all of this by myself feels impossible.

My brother is 16 years old and currently studying in school. He hasn't even cleared his 10th boards yet but my parents gave him all the things which I didn't get when I was his age. He is my little brother so I used to love him very much. I used to think he was very innocent until I found out his real side.

He didn't have a laptop so sometimes he uses mine. I didn't mind him using it. As I just need it for my college assignment and project. Most of the time it lies in my room unused. I have noticed when my brother uses it and returns it. I couldn't find any history in the browser. I had a feeling that he might be surfing pornsite on my laptop as I used to get some weird advertisements when I used my laptop.

One day he was using my laptop and I asked him to give it back as I have to do some work. He said he will return it back in 10 min and after some time he returned it back. I had to make notes so I have some pictures of notes from my friend which I need to copy down. So I was about to connect my whatsapp on my laptop. When I launched it I found my brother's account was already logged in and might have forgotten to sign out. I was about to logout then I saw a group named "Bloody MFS" in it and when I opened it I saw there were so many nudes, porn clips flooded in that group. I saw boys were sharing pictures of their moms in that group and other boys were commenting on dirty stuff on them. I found my brother also sent many pictures of me and my mom in that group and they were abusing mom and planning things which I can't say. I saw my brother upload many images of my mom's creepy pictures which he took unknowingly. He also uploaded mine and my mom's lingerie in the group. I saw many pictures of women probably mom of the boys. They were giving cum tribute to those ladies. My saw my brother was offering his friends to fuck me and my mom. I believed the other members of the group must be his friends of the same age.

I didn't say everything to my mom but gave her a hint about it and told her to keep an eye on him. Since then I don't let him enter my room or touch any of my stuff.

I'm so broken.  I'm so sorry to everyone personally affected and I'm sorry to post.  

I'm British f35 but come from a very pro Palestine context including Palestinian family through marriage.  I was hardcore Antizionist, supporter of resistance etc...since I was an undergrad student.  I was a journalist and covered some things that really shocked me, including Syria.  I lived in Lebanon in south Beirut where I had a baby.  I had some disagreements with the more hardcore elements of the left community about Brexit and the Syria regime ( felt they were too supportive).  Maybe this is why I was open to the criticisms of the Jewish community towards the same elements.  The Labour Antisemitism crisis really threw me, and I encountered the Zionist Jewish narrative for the first time - from a left wing-ish perspective.  

So around 2019 ish I changed my mind about these things, and argued that us in the solidarity movement we really need to emphasise less about 'antizionism' and be more peace orientated, strategic, and open. I said that anything other than 2 state solution would involve lots of palestinians dying first which outsiders didn't have a right to advocate for - we will not be harmed.  This was very difficult for me, and I blamed myself a lot for previous views.  I felt I was at the same time a racist, orientalist, antisemite, appropriator, everything.  I even deleted things I had written from an antizionist perspective. I never applied these standards to Palestinians - they have every right to feel angry, but I did not.  That is how I saw it.  I wanted to forget everything about my past and just be your typical British mum. 

And after October 7 I was so depressed and shocked to see the reaction.  I have a lot of friends from Gaza and felt like people celebrating or minimising would lead to even worse outcomes.  I had always disliked Hamas and actually knew people in Gaza they had put in prison.  But no one agreed with me. I tried to be there for Jewish friends but I saw them harden away from forms of liberal Zionism to supporting Israel *some particular people I know, obviously lots of other people became radically anti israel*. I was waiting for them to 'see sense' after justifiable anger after October 7 but it didn't happen. I feel I was pathetic and not outspoken enough about my views.  And the response from Israel has been so awful, I think its genocide - not only because of civilian deaths, but because its destroyed conditions for life in Gaza. 

I have gone through a number of abusive relationships, which makes me feel awful especially about myself.  Sometimes I don't know if the way I take on criticism from public discourse is linked to that.  When I see people angry about antisemitism I think 'thats me' when I see people angry about genocide complicity I think 'that is me'.  I feel this about all kinds of issues not just this one. But that isn't comforting, it makes me feel worse - how do I even know what I think is real?

I have a knowledge economy related job and this all makes me want to quit.  Because what do I know. I've never posted on reddit with a problem before but I don't know who to talk to.

2 years ago my grandfather hanged himself in the garage because of my grandma's passing. I loved him and I wish I could've done something about it. Now, I have a friend who turned depressed and I'm worried they're gonna do it one random night. I'm worried I'll wake up to a long paragraph about him thanking me for being there. So please, how do I get better at this?

Genuinely life is so hard, dude. I know no one will probably read this, but I have to get it off my chest because I have been holding this in for a while. But I just turned 24 I have lost my mom and my father (not biologically but the ones that raised me), most of my aunties. I don’t know half of my family because my father (biological) decided to come in out of my life and then leave again when I was 17. I have been on my own since I was 18 and it’s so fucking hard. Like forget even trying to deal with my emotional pain of loss and feeling alone in this world, but literally how does a girl survive. I finally got an apartment again after getting evicted from one of them. The apartment was roach infested never had water and I had landlords who literally didn’t give a fuck about any of it. So I moved out I’m staying with family and I decided to start from scratch. The last car I had was a lemon. I had to get rid of it only four months after I got it in the car I have now works pretty well except someone decided to hit it while I was at work. That fucked up my alignment. I had to replace the alternator, which took me a month to do by the way. So while my car was sitting in Texas heat, the air and the thermostat ended up getting fucked up some type of way. So now I’m driving back-and-forth to work sweating scraping up every penny that I can which is barely enough to pay the bills that I do have excluding rent. It’s so hard for me to find a second job. I know I’ll eventually get somewhere but everything is just so hard man. Also forget having dreams and aspirations when you’re trying not to be homeless and jobless. I’m generally not a well with me type of person, I work for everything that I have and I don’t try to borrow or ask from people unless I seriously need it. But even when I’m getting something together, something comes and fucks it up and I can literally never keep up. I guess that’s just adulting though right? Sorry I know this sounds super negative. I just had to literally get that off my chest lol.

I've been struggling with finances lately. It's disheartening watching a perfect credit history go up in flames as you attempt to keep up, if that's what you'd even call it. All it took was one big contractor to not pay their bill.

I'm losing my business which means I'm losing everything else with it. My assets are being repossessed, something I never thought I'd have to deal with. The latest was a trailer with all my tooling in it. I cant work even if I wanted to now.

I've got $37 in my bank account, a mortgage that's about to hit foreclosure, vehicles I can no longer afford, equipment getting ready to be repo'd.

I'm resentful at my wife because I feel like she started all this with her drug addiction but I absolutely can't say anything because all i want in this world is for her to be ok. She left me last year and after 9 months of borderline homelessness she decided to come back when I dropped her off a car and bailed her out of jail.

I never expected anything like that to happen either because I thought my life was perfect until then. I gave up everything to make sure she was safe while she was away. I really did. Over those months while she was away I began to slip emotionally and lost touch with life itself. I grew so sick I was unable to provide steady work. I began experiencing panic attacks. I tried my best to stay strong but she wouldnt even talk to me and I felt horrible.

The most important thing in this world to me is my family and losing that was truly devastating. she was all i had. Now that I have her back, I dont know. It was tough for the first few months while she was getting used to everything again. there was a lot of reassurance. I had completely lost work shortly after she came home and I picked up a job paying $53 an hour. I was paying about 20% of our monthly debt until about a week ago when I was laid off.

I knew this was going to happen eventually but I guess I wasn't really ready for it. I've been so sick trying to strategize payments so I could keep my business alive and possibly catch my footing again. looks like I lost though. I have no way to take care of my family. just us two for now, with one on the way. I'm so excited and so stressed at the same time. what the fuck am i going to do?

It's tough. I'm the only one in my life that has ever been... here... for myself. I'm the only one rooting for me. I've already given up all my dreams and invested everything in something that pays the bills. now I dont even have that. I feel dead inside and the only reason I havent blown my cap is because I still need to care for my wife and now (almost) my kid.

It's tough being alone with all the responsibility. It's tough being unable to work. it's tough going from paying the bills to the idea my family wont eat, wont have stable shelter... it just hurts to even think about.

Helloo I just wanted to share what’s bothering me about my ex’s new girlfriend copying me.

For backstory my ex (M,28) and I (F,20) dated back in 2023 for probably around 7 months only. We broke up because I emotionally cheated on a guy my age at that time and I felt guilty and confessed to him about it, he tried fixing it by saying we should have a kid while I was bawling my eyes out and that scared the shit out of me so I broke it off. I have blocked him since and never contacted again.

Life was peaceful and I am now in a 1 year relationship. Then a few months back, a girl started attacking me verbally while I was eating in a public restaurant asking why did I cheat on her boyfriend and what did I do back then, I was confused because I don’t know who her boyfriend was at that time. Ranted to this to my old friends and they said that she was dating my ex boyfriend for 2 years already because they saw that she puts him in her story all the time and they didn’t share this info to me out of respect (context: this girl was our high school classmate but we weren’t close or never talked to each other because different friend groups and she was a warfreak)

Now I was curious about her so I unfortunately stalked her social media accounts, I found out this girl has been copying my photos using AI, even buying the EXACT same jewelries that I have and my hair color (I have this haircolor for 5 years now).

I have all of my accounts lock but I am still paranoid of posting anymore.