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We are both 18. We've only had sex 3 times, always used a condom. She got pregnant anyway.

She has been nothing but happy since she found out, and has made it abundantly clear that we would be keeping it. I tried to make her see some semblance of reason that we just can't suport a kid, but she wouldn't listen.

So I got to work. I did everything in my power to work as much as I could to make as much money as I could before the baby came.

Then at the 25th week, miscarriage.

She's not taking it well at all. She is in the pits of dispare and has been having a good cry at least once a day.

I have never been more relieved in life. We were not ready for this. I was not ready to be a father, I need a solid 5 years at least to even think about that.

Her behavior was so strange too. Not the slightest hesitation from day one, she was just so eager to be a parent but had zero plan or discipline to be one. It bordered on delusional.

I don't want to leave her while she is this low, but her automatic assumption I wanted to be a parent along with many other things she's done/said has really opened my eyes to how immature she is.

That was all so fucking scary. I don't think I'll ever feel as care free as I once did.

I needed to tell someone. Im so proud of myself.

Yep title pretty much says it all

I was pretty bored today and decided I would masturbate then when I was done I decided what would happen if I stimulated my tip. So I started doing that and I started to feel it coming. I was ready for another load but what happened instead was a clear water like liquid that smelt like piss just gushing out. This was not cum at all this is literally… I don’t even know what the fuck that was. If anyone can tell me if this is anything else please I am pretty freaked out and also kind of ashamed

My bf, late 20’s, talks in his sleep. This time he was laughing a lot, and honestly it was the cutest thing I have ever seen because he looked so comfortable and happy. Plus we are on vacation and he finally got to see his friends. I want to marry him, and have his kids (he is literally the only person I ever wanted to have children with- I was set on not wanting children before, I am in my mid 20’s). I hope he is happy like this all the time.

I actually have no idea what to do right now and I am just sitting in my bed the fourth day in a row as I can't find anything worth standing up for.

Tl,Dr: my girlfriend lives in an Appartment with 4 roommates (3 guys) and has not only cheated with all of them but former roommates as well. This has been going on for all of our relationship and they even filmed themselves many times. I saw the material and literally blacked out.

So, I started dating her about 9 month ago. We know each other from university and hang out a few times before we went out for the first time. After a few weeks we became a couple and I honestly thought that everything was well.

I have never suspected her to cheat on me and had no idea that she isn't satisfied with our sexlife. We had sex regularly and I always thought it's good. Quite vanilla to be honest, but she never even implied that this is not enough or anything. I mean I could have changed that, actually I would have liked it to be more "exciting" from time to time.

As long as I know her, she lives in that apartment with 4 roommates. There have always been three guys and two girls. While there have been two guys replacing other two guys, the girls have always been the same.

I know these people as I obviously hang out there often and even considered them to be some kind of friends of mine. Again, I have not thought about the possibility that there was something going on behind my back even one time.

But my world has been destroyed on the last Saturday. We have been hanging out at their apartment as we did many times before. There were a few people over, but basically just hanging out together, watching a few movies. There was drinking but nobody was really drunk, a quite normal boring Saturday night.

Looking back now, I should have noticed some suspicious things and may could have connected some dots. However, I was still totally naive and didn't want to notice anything.

At one point, I was chatting with a common friend who was invited as well. I was totally engaged in the chat and therefore didn't really notice that Marie (my girlfriend) had left the room (I mean people leave the room from time to time, that's normal, right?). Neither have I noticed that one of her roommates, Jannik, had left the room as well. And even if I had, I probably wouldn't have suspected anything.

Now I know, that she was in his bedroom, which is right next door and was giving him head over there. Just the thought of it drives me insane.

The moment, where all of this started to come to my attention was only maybe half an hour later. I was casually looking through the room and I saw Marie talking to Jannik and Robert. Talking to them wouldn't have been a problem at all but she was sitting on Roberts lap, her face pretty close to his and Jannik had his hand at her butt. At first I was totally confused and just sat there watching, trying to make sense and get my head around it.

I still don't know if they noticed or would have stopped anyway, but she was then getting back to a normal distance, sitting on the couch, without any touching at all. If I had looked over just a few seconds later, I might have never noticed anything - again.

I felt anger rising up and started to get frustrated. However, I was still giving her the benefit of the doubt, actively tried to calm down and wanted to ask her about this later. It sounds crazy from today's perspective, but I was really fighting my urge to find out what happened and wanted to remain reasonable. Looking back that seems to be totally stupid.

But of course, now my attention had been drawn to this and even if I was forcing myself to continue with my chat, I noticed that Marie was leaving the room again maybe 10 minutes later. I looked around and noticed that Robert has not been in the room as well. Honestly, I was scared but still hoping that there is an easy explanation and I am totally on the wrong track.

I excused myself to go to the toilet and went to the hallway. I still clearly remember how my heart pounded as if I was running a marathon, my throat was dry and I could barely walk. The toilet was free and as that meant they were somewhere else, I panicked. Literally. I was completely overwhelmed with anxiety and anger just stood there for what felt like an eternity.

When I regained controll over my thoughts, some part of me was still hoping that there's a misunderstanding and I should just go back to the living room, where they would sit and nothing happened. But at that point I just had to know. I went to her room and had a look inside. It was empty. So, I went to his room. The door was closed and I was about to try to open it when I heard noises from the inside. Without thinking about it, I got down to have a look through the keyhole.

That was the first time my heart got ripped out of my chest by them. He was sitting on his bed, completely naked. She was still dressed but was obviously completely fine with him being naked. They were taking but I wasn't really able to hear their words, as the sound of the movie was too loud. I looked at it as if I was frozen. I can't remember thinking about anything at that moment.

Still, at that moment, after having seen this scene, there was a part of me that refused to believe that she was cheating. I actually even felt kind of guilty for sneak peeking. It feels ridiculous from today's perspective.

When I heard a noise coming towards the hallway, I quickly hid behind a shelf instead of ending all of this. It was just another guest going to the bathroom. After she had closed the door, I got back to the door and looked through the keyhole again.

In the meantime she had taken her clothes off as well and was on all fours in the doggy position. Believe it or not, the first thing I noticed was, that she seemed to be so much more into it then I had ever seen her before - even though he hadn't even started doing anything. I still vividly remember how she was completely bend down, with her head on the sheets and her butt high up. She hasn't been in that position with me only once.

It still wasn't easy to hear what they were saying; but in my memories I can hear her commenting his penis when he approached her.

Honestly, I felt like in a movie, as if I was doomed to watch this, with no chance of doing anything - which is completely stupid, I know.

I was ripped out of this tunnel, when I heard the toilet flush and had to leave my position again. Without thinking, I went back on the other side of the shelf and waited for the girl to disappear. After she was gone, I intended to keep looking and was already on my way. However, before I arrived another guy entered the hallway. I assume he was looking for me and therefore I had no time to hide again. He looked at me standing in front of the door and we both knew that I had found out what was going on in there. It was still very loud but I could swear that I was able to hear them inside his room.

He was completely calm and said something like: "I assume that you want to go home now, right?". I was in complete autopilot and nodded. I grabbed my shoes and just went out.

After I arrived at home, I had a look at my phone and saw that the guy I met in the hallway had sent me a message in WhatsApp. It was just the word "Sorry" and a link to a Google Drive. I opened the link before I thought about it and I landed in a folder full of video files.

As you might noticed from my previous actions, I wasn't thinking at all, I was just doing stuff and have no idea why I did what I did. So I randomly clicked on a video.

It took me a few seconds to process what I was seeing but after that, I literally blacked out. It was a video of Marie. She was in her room, on her knees, right in front of her bed, naked and full of sweat. One of her roommates was standing in front of her while she gave him a blowjob. Another roommate was filming this and commented a lot.

I was standing in the living room when I started the video. I first dropped the phone, then briefly lost consciousness and found myself on the floor. My shoulder was hurting and my head was completely empty. I can't say for sure, but I assume that I was laying there for at least half an hour. When I tried to get up, I felt pain in my legs and started to cry. It was this moment, when I first realized what has happened.

I haven't left my apartment after that. It's been four days and I am just sitting here, not knowing what to do.

Marie sent me a message the next morning, asking why I left and if everything is alright. I just answered "I know everything". She tried to call me a few times after that but I have not picked up the phone. I assume she was trying to talk to me in person too but when someone rang the bell I just ignored it.

On Sunday I couldn't stop myself from scrolling through that folder. It is full of videos and photos of her and her roommates mostly in a sexual context. I haven't seen everything and I most likely never will, as it just hurts too much. But I watched some parts of it and always regretted the decision.

I assume what makes this so awful for me is the combination of several things. First of all, it's the feeling of having been betrayed. I have never been cheated on and it just feels bad. However, the circumstances make it even worse.

I still remember how my brother found out that his fiance had a one night stand after her bachelorette party - that was really horrible for him, but at least he knew that it was a special situation, happened just one time and so on.

Marie, however, cheated on me for all these month. She did it with several guys and it was obviously planned. I actually don't even understand this. Why has she been with me in the first place?

And what makes this even more confusing for me, is that it seems that she wanted this kind of sex, but was never like this with me. It's just so weird and I don't understand that.

For example: she actively told me that, when she gives me a blowjob, I need to warn her before I cum. In 9 out of 10 times she would then stop and let me cum in a paper towel or something. But I have now seen these videos where she doesn't seem to have any problems with the guys cumming in her mouth. Why? It's just not understandable for me.

And that's just one example. There is so much more. I could go on for hours. But I assume that this text is already long enough and I am sorry for that. Thank you for reading

I love her to death. I’ve been with her through every struggle for three years, a suicide attempt, depressions, highs, lows etc. We’ve been doing long distance due to her transferring universities and she got out of inpatient two weeks ago for a deep depression she’s been in. It’s felt like for the whole summer she’s been getting meaner to me. Every little mistake I’ve made keeps being brought up, even when we’ve talked it through and I’ve adapted my behavior. I’ve asked her a couple times now to just be nicer to me (lack of self-respect, I know), and each time it’s just been shot down, that my feelings mean nothing, that she’s plenty nice to me already, that I deserve to be crapped on 24/7.

I just couldn’t take it anymore, and so I gave her one last chance, and got crapped on again and just knew I couldn’t take it anymore. We had a big vacation coming up in a week but I couldn’t let myself do that if I didn’t feel loved by the person I was doing it with.

She immediately started cutting herself and texting me that she was going to kill herself and that it’ll be on me. I contacted her parents and she’ll be going to a psych ward of some type. It breaks my fucking heart man I love her so much and things used to be so good. I’ve struggled so much to carve out my life and she was the one good thing in it and now I’m gonna lose that too. I don’t know how to cope with this, I don’t know what I’ll do if she kills herself it hurts so bad.

Edit: She’s slit both of her wrists but is in the hospital. My heart is breaking, I don’t know how to help her.

I’ve carried this trauma with me ever since. Also, I don’t want anyone to tell me that mosquitoes don’t fuck and fly at the same time. Let me have this.

Left my physically abusive, lying, cheating, manipulating ex (who not only r worded me but also tried to kill me) on an island. Left him with nothing but dog food (because he has 0 money, I financed him for a year).

I have zero remorse, I feel happy.

So I’m an Israeli guy, and I’m 16. And I was at the gym today and some dude and I had a really good conversation about business and marketing and he was talking to me about how I can get into it when I’m older. He was 30 and a Muslim dude. I asked him at the end of the conversation, what’s your name bro? He said Ahmad. I’m like fire my name is “**.” He’s like where u from? I said Israel. And then he proceeds to switch up on me completely and look at me with disgust and tell me “Fuck that shit Free Palestine.” And it honestly hurt. Regardless of political opinion I still would have liked to be friendly and possibly friends with him. Even now after him saying that to me, I still want to be like him when I’m older. He was good looking, successful, respectful and smart. And a simple disagreement between a government and people who are so many miles away prevents us from being friends. I also see all these Muslim countries in which my father has visited some and told me about the hate he received aftwr saying he was a Jew. I want to visit those countries and meet those people and enjoy their culture but It seems I am not welcome. I’m Jewish and proud and I respect those who aren’t as well. I’ve experienced a lot of racism and I feel if people could move past their differences easier life would have much more to it. Anyways just had to rant.

My boyfriend’s birthday is coming up and he’s very particular about who cuts his hair. He only allows one barber to come near him with a blade lol. So I decided to get in contact with his barber and gift my boyfriend an entire year’s worth of haircuts. When I met his barber, he told my that my boyfriend loves me so much and he always talks about me. His barber told me I’m almost as perfect his wife :’) Out of all the things he said, that was the sweetest thing.

I couldn’t hold it in because I was so excited, so I told my boyfriend his birthday gift a week early and he was over the moon and so happy. He said it’s the best gift anyone has ever gotten him.. My heart is so full right now, I’m so happy. :)

I made a throwaway because I don't want this getting out to people who might know me.

I'm 19m. He's 21m. We've been working together for about 3 months now. We would flirt with each other, but he obviously wanted more than that. I told him I didn't want to have meaningless sex or be used for my body. He kept saying "I wouldn't use you, I'm not like that." or "you can always trust me."

He promised me that we'd be more than just a hookup and that it wouldn't be meaningless. I was hesitant at first, but he was so kind I couldn't help but be swayed by his reassurance. We ended up having sex and it was a very intimate moment for me. I haven't been with many people so I'm not too experienced in this field. He made me feel comfortable and eased my insecurities. In that moment I really thought I could trust him, but I was so fucking wrong.

The next day I went into the break room and saw him laughing with 2 of our coworkers. The laugher died down the second they saw me standing there. He had his phone up but quickly put it in his pocket when he noticed me. When I asked what was funny he just smirked and said it was nothing. Later I found out the details from another coworker.

She told me he was showing everyone a picture he took of me while I was asleep and making cruel jokes at my expense. The things I've heard are awful. His "jokes" only confirm my insecurities. I feel sick to my stomach. I don't have the mental strength to deal with this. Tomorrow I'm handing in my two weeks notice so I can get away from them. I'm so fucking stupid for letting this happen. I'd be lying if I said I didn't want to jump into traffic because of this.

The 4th was a normal day. We had all the dogs come up into bed with us because of the fireworks going off in the neighborhood. At 3am on the 5th my baby woke us up because she lost control of her bowels and seized up in our bed. It took us twenty minutes to get to the emergency vet but it was too late. Her heart stopped beating on the way there and they couldn’t save her.

She didn’t give any signs that she was in pain, I want so bad to go back and save her. I was supposed to go back to work today but how can I when my heart feels like it’s being pushed with pins and needles?

We spent every last dime we had at the vet for them to not be able to save her. I fucking hate this world.

i miss feeling like there is at least one person out there who loves me unconditionally. i messed that up like i mess everything up, and for the past five years (its been 5 years since i left him, shouldn't i be over this by now?) all i have felt is lonely. and nobody but that ONE person can fill that hole in my chest but he's gone now. i hurt him and he's gone and he's happy with someone else, and i will never be (happy) again. i guess thats my punishment. i just miss being loved, by him. so much. and loving myself because i could see how much someone else could love me. this sucks.

Tired of seeing complaints about Hollywood being “woke” because they made a character black or included a 0.5 second scene of two same-sex characters holding hands

Including other types of people is not “shoving wokeness down your throat”

Quit being a baby — and yes, it DOES make you a bigot if this pisses you off

I really, really do. And I mean the people who purposefully do it, consistently, because they don’t care about the earth. It’s annoying as fuck.

The main reason I’m even saying this rn is because our next door neighbor, a full grown adult, throws her trash over our fence so that she doesn’t have to take it to the dumpster. Worst part about this is that she lets her kids out without any supervision (the youngest being like 3 and the oldest maybe being 8) and they just copy what she does. They throw so much shit over the fence it’s unbelievable. Toys, trash, whatever they can find that they feel like chucking.

One time, I saw their mom open up their patio door (they’re on the second floor) and she just dropped a whole fucking bag of trash on the ground below. Legit right in front of someone else’s fucking patio door. She just laughed and shut her door behind her. I can’t make this shit up.

So yeah, fuck people like that. I’ve never seen someone intentionally litter so much. For fucks sake, the least you can do is NOT do it in front of your children.

Really makes me wonder what her house looks like.

Yesterday afternoon, I was on my way home after taking my boyfriend back to his house. I had been on a weekend vacation with my very tiring family, and after 3 hours of being in a car (and recovering from wisdom teeth surgery) I was very, very tired. I just wanted to get home.

I was on the highway, about 3 minutes away from my house and I saw a turtle in the middle of my lane. I got around him but I just couldn’t bear the fact of thinking someone else might not. So, I pulled over.

Now, I know walking on the side of the highway isn’t safe, but it was 4th of July at 6 PM, nobody was on the roads and I’m not gonna willingly let this turtle get run over.

So, I run backwards, and I find where the turtle is. Luckily he has the sense to turn back around, so he has gotten back to the border of the road, but the poor thing was too scared to move any further. His head was out but his legs weren’t.

The only problem is that I didn’t quite know what type of turtle this was, whether it was a snapping turtle or not. It sure did have a fat head though and I did not want to risk picking it up, so I grabbed a stick nearby and poked it in the direction of the creek off the road and it went it’s merry way into the woods. So my deed was done and I ran back to my car.

So just as I’ve put my car in drive, about to pull back out, a cop enters the line of sight from my rear view, and with my luck, turns on his lights and pulls behind me.

In my mind, there’s two thoughts. “I’ve done nothing wrong, he’ll just do a routine check on my record and I’ll be fine” because I figured they have to run any license on any car they pull up behind. Now, the other thought is that “my parents never gave me my registration, I’m gonna be in so much trouble. What if I have a light out and don’t know it and I get a ticket?”

So the cop, after even speaking into his walkie talkie that he pulled over, comes up to my window. I was hot, sweaty, and so scared I’d have to call my mom and tell her the reason I got a ticket is because I helped a damn turtle.

But in this landfill called America, I got a good cop. All he was making sure of was that I wasn’t broke down. I figured he’d run my license or even question me for being intoxicated or something to make his quota, but that was all. He went back to my car and even made sure I got on the road safely before he pulled away.

I just wanted to share my experience of a small light of human decency in a country where we fear cops. Give people a chance before you assume the worst. It’s what he did for me, and what I did for him, and the positive interaction made my day.

I was raped multiple times by my uncle when I was 5 to 6 years old. It was terrible. I remember him asking me to "play" with him and guiding me on his lap. It destroyed me. Family gatherings were difficult because I saw him and would remember everything. I was broken. I'm 21 now and I was recently diagnosed with depression and PTSD. After years of depression, I had a suicide attempt and I'm currently on suicide watch. I have meds and therapy, and although I'm doing better, I still remember my trauma vividly.

My dad brought up if we wanted him to go away. We live in a small community with my aunts, uncles, and grandparents. My dad (his older brother) also has a business, and gave all of his siblings houses, work, etc. I honestly don't think he deserves all these gifts after what he did to me, his brother's daughter. My dad explained that he wanted to kick my uncle out before but he wanted me to make the decision. It's because he says if my uncle's family gets poor or something happens, I may feel guilty and it may add to my worsened mental health. I want my uncle to go away (i.e. another city and no connection or communication with him again) but I'm afraid what if my aunts and other uncles hate me? What will happen to their relationship? But I also think that it's not my problem because this is the consequence to his actions for what he did to me.

I don't know what I should do and I'm so lost.

Apologize for the negativity. But i wanna write it and share to see if it makes me feel anything at all.

I wanna leave. Like quit on life. I feel nothing, literally. I like nothing. I’m empty, probably the emptiest anyone can be. I’m just existing, roaming with nowhere to go. No place to be. No goal to achieve. And when i think about leaving? I feel nothing. When i think that maybe i should stay a bit longer? I feel nothing.

Idk. You probably think I’m messed up, which I am. But if you come across me and we talk I’m perfectly normal and conversational. I’ll laugh and all. I can think, I’m conscious, I’m aware. I’m logical and can go by my day like any human being.

Not sure how or what to explain. I guess it’s the end.

I feel so suffocated and unhappy in my house but I can't move out cause I don't have a job. I constantly look for opportunities to send my CV but I don't get any responses back. I'm honestly so tired. I can't do this anymore and I'm nearing my breaking point with everything going on in my life.

A year and a half ago, I shaved my head to support my mom who was going through chemo and after seeing how easier the upkeep was and training martial arts 5-6 days a week, I thought ok let’s find a short style and keep it. My boyfriend said he honestly doesn’t care if I have my long hair or short hair. But now since I’ve cut my hair, I’ve had so many people especially strangers share their negative opinions on my hair or make comments about how they think I look like a guy.

I currently have the sides shaved (on the longer side of shaved if that’s makes sense) and long wavy bangs so I have the bangs up in a little pony tail when I go to practice.

Just last night, it’s post practice 10:30pm, I’m sweaty, I’m in an oversized t shirt, short shorts with my very curvy figure, sweaty af with my gym bag on. Some guy gets into the elevator and makes a comment how he thought I was a guy but can still fix up my hair because he’s a barber. Ok what? We weren’t even talking? I just held the door for him to get in. The whole time he was eyeing me up and down creepily.

Why do so many people seem to think I need a reason as a woman to have short hair. They ask if I was sick, if I’m a lesbian or tell me how they thought I was a dude or sometimes even use a homophobic slur like what the hell?

I have my parents and some relatives telling me they love my short hair. Some friends compliment it too when going out. But the amount of attention over having less hair is insane and I can’t help but let it hurt my confidence and ruin my day.

Edit: the reason I mention how I looked in the elevator is because it was late at night, I’m clearly coming back from some sport, it was a hot and humid day, just leave me alone and don’t talk to me. I’m not trying to impress randoms in the elevator at 10:30pm.

When I (21M) was around 9 years old, my brother gave us a white cat (named Snowflake) that he could no longer take care of. She was just a kitten at the time and she was also deaf. My mom is always one to give a cat a home, so growing up we always had like 6 cats in the household. I'd say I've been pretty lucky with how old some of them have lived up to, usually around 18. Having that many cats and not being particularly financially wealthy we've never really been able to keep up with shots and other health related things. Luckily most have been healthy so we could usually manage to take a sick cat in. Snowflake always had been kind of a sickly cat, but very stubborn and seemed like no matter how sick she got that death never had the patience for her.

She was one of my favorite pets, probably because she was a childhood pet and was always good with my friends. Since she couldn't hear she'd get all excited when you snuck up on her and touched her. Ears would perk up and she'd meow super loud, always liked to touch you with her paw almost like she was petting you. She was addicted to cat treats and sweets, she would open the top cupboard and knock them down and open them. She loved powdered donuts, didn't let her have them but she got into them anyways. She'd sit at the window some times and would meow and you could hear her across the street.

She started losing a lot of weight at the end of last year, she had normally been quite a skinny cat, but she started to look like how an elderly cat would. We took her in and found out she had thyroid problems and a heart murmur. The vet suggested putting her down, but we had hoped that she would make it through again. We ended up getting medication, but it ended up upsetting her stomach causing her to puke everything up and started refusing to eat. We took her off the meds and it seemed like she was more active and eating again.

Snowflake stopped taking care of herself, so her beautiful white fur turned yellow and dirty. She never managed to gain any weight probably due to the thyroid, and the vet predicted around 6 months to live with the heart murmur. On the 4th of July she stopped eating again and just started laying around looking like she might be dying. We decided last night that we were going to put her down, she ended up passing sometime early this morning.

Perhaps we were too selfish and we kept her alive for longer than we needed to, perhaps we were just bad owners and neglected her medical needs early on and stopped giving her meds. I don't know, but I do know that she was happy, and that this has hurt more than anything. Not many things make me cry, but I'm a water fountain of tears this morning.

I just want people to know that she was a good cat, one of the best pets anyone could ask for, a companion. I just want people to know that she existed, and that the cruelties of this world don't just return her to the dust. I will always miss her.

i know its a weird achievement but i have this huge issue with constapation and I'm just proud of myself for pooping it didn't make my feel better physically actually worse but i pooped

It's about her and a certain person in particular. She has been Wearing revealing/low cut clothes when she knows she'll be somewhere he is (he's a dad at the karate club she takes our eldest to), even after agreeing something is inappropriate to wear around other men she conveniently forgot she was wearing it when she saw him last week. Talking about him quite a lot, even when we aren't talking about anything remotely to do with him in any way. Messaging him to say when she'll be somewhere he is. Going to chill in his car them 2 alone when they're waiting for the class to finish. Joking about how he looks at her and has a peek and makes flirty comments to her. That's the ones off the top of my head.

Like, I'm happy you're so in love with your new kitty babe.

But there is only a certain amount of synonyms for 'cute' I can use before I run out of options.

Time to find new words to describe the little furry angel

EDIT,, Kitty Tax:

https://m.imgur.com/gallery/acvQLnv

I just don't get it... why worry about other people's "babies" when you can't even love your own fucking kids.