Bedroom

Obligatory throwaway so men don’t message me about my tits on my regular account + I’m on mobile, so sorry if formatting is weird.

So, the other day one of my flatmates (with whom I have, up until this point, had neither a positive nor negative relationship with) sent me this long text that started with “we need to talk about the laundry situation.” This was a bit confusing, since I wasn’t aware of any particular laundry situation. The rest of the text was her telling me that I need to keep my bras out of the laundry room because apparently, when she had her boyfriend over, he went in there and saw my bras hanging up to dry on the drying rack, and was so shocked?intrigued?whatever that he checked the fucking tags (I have no idea if this is normal male behavior, but it creeped me out to read) to see the size, and then “wouldn’t stop talking about it.”

I responded with, basically, “then tell your boyfriend to keep his hands off my shit and shut up.” Flatmate did not consider this an a

My partner (m33)and I (f25) have been together over a year and living together. He has a daughter(6) from a previous relationship and shes a sweet kid but she doesn't listen. I try not to get involved in any of the discipline as its not really my place but there have been a few occasions where I've spoken to her about her behaviour. She has an annoying habit of going through my stuff, even in front of me and doesnt listen when ive told her countless times to give it back and to always ask before touching someone else's things. I've also gotten her father to speak to her about going into my things. He seemed to understand but seemed almost annoyed that I wasnt okay with her doing this. The main problem is that shes ruined quite a lot of my make up brushes which are expensive to replace and ruined a lot of powders and blushes by mixing things together or digging her fingers into them. Even after my partner spoke to her, I came to my bedroom and my partner was watching tv/playing a game

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I have two kids a 14 year old boy and a 15 year old daughter. Recently me and my new wife daughters step mom moved into a new house. My son stays in the house full time and my daughter lives there only on the weekend. There are three bedrooms.

One is the master which is me and my wife's bedroom. The other bed room is a medium size room which I plan to give to his son as he lives in our house full time. I plan to give the smallest bedroom to my daughter as the custody arrangement says that our daughter lives on the weekend as our house is at least two hours from daughters school.

I told the bedroom situation to my kids tonight. My daughter became furious and yelled at me calling me sexist for giving a man a better things. My daughter also said I showed favoritism to my son when I gave my son the better room. I tried explaining my reasoning to my daughter but my daughter told me should get the room because she is older. My daughter s

Had the bedroom windows open because it was boiling and have been woken up at stupid o'clock by birds having a rave in the garden

...until I heard him laughing downstairs.

(Apologies for the clickbait title. My aim here is to write a post that the me of two years ago would've found valuable)

Imposter syndrome is real. It still is, and likely always is. But that's OK. Almost everyone experiences it. I've spoken to artists in my genre with tens of thousands of listeners who still feel this. The alternative is a kind of Dunning Kruger effect where you think your music is much better than it actually is. It's better to underrate your music than overrate, IMO.

On that: time away from your music can help you appreciate it more. Burnout during the writing process is common for me; it can all sound crap when you've heard it so many times. Putting a song away (and totally ignoring it) for 2+ weeks helps me return to it with an objective ear.

I found the quality of my music output improved when I introduced some structure to my process:

• I dedicate separate sessions to: writing and composition; mixing; arrangement. You can't always feel that creat

Using a throwaway because she uses Reddit and I don't want her to recognize this and look through my main account.

I (47F) have a daughter (21F) who keeps her bedroom door closed for what seems like the entire day, every day. We are currently social distancing and I have strongly discouraged her from leaving the house at all, as I admit I'm a bit of a germaphobe. However, I can tell she is getting quite stir-crazy, as am I.

The past few days have been the worst, she barely comes out of her room at all! She tells me she just has a lot of work to do, as it is almost finals week and she is on her third year in college. Whenever I walk into her room, she is on her computer. I will peek at the screen and as far as I can tell it does look like she's doing her homework.

I am just concerned, because I frequently hear her on the phone with her boyfriend, while her door is closed. I overhear her saying a lot of curse words and they seem to have very "flirty" conversations. I raised her in a C

Edit: omg. Who knew my most commented on post would be how to install a sex swing!

I'm not gonna lie and promise to respond to everyone. But I'll respond to a bunch.

My Ceiling causes issues because, it's textured and I'm suppose to keep the holes down to a minimum. So no cutting up along side the beams to get better access.

I was thinking of putting 2 or more of These anchors

Then using some para cord rope attaching my Swing

(that's a different ceiling it's attached to. With an eye bolt, I've been forbidden to use them again for this purpose)

Hi! I've come here to get some input/advice on my current situation.

Recently, my SO (41 M) and I (32 F) got into the discussion of what we would like more of in our sex life. We have been together for 4 years, I figured it would be a good thing to discuss... However, it didn't get very far.

I asked my SO for more foreplay. Its hard for me to get off by PIV, because he just either fingers me or gives me oral for 2 mins and then wants to get busy.. I feel like he doesn't want to spend the time on me.. I spend way longer on him when he wants oral before we do anything.

I don't feel like I'm asking for much.. Hell, I don't even need him to give me oral. Making out with him gets me going more than anything. We could even use some toys together. I've communicated this on several occasions, as he would complain because I'm hard to get off and it bothers him that he can't do it most of the time 🤦🏼‍♀️I've literally told him what he can do. He just... won't.

He said that he would comp

Almost all my life, I’ve been living in houses full of children. I love them of course, whether it be my siblings or nieces / nephew, but you never get that alone time, or any form of silence at all. But after a lot of saving and working, I’m finally moving out tomorrow!

A few years ago I briefly lived with coworkers who got us evicted soon after I moved in (I was at work, they set off a bottle rocket I think). I’ve been so stressed that it would be on my record and I’ll be denied an apartment no matter how much money I make. But nope, as of tomorrow I’ll be living alone and I’ve never been more excited! I guess I just wanted to put this positive energy out in a place where people understand. Who knew that even during a time like this that something would work out for the better. Have a good night :)

I am sick to death of hearing that I’m looking at houses that are too small because “what if you have a baby?! You have no room to grow!”. The whole point is that we’re NOT growing. We are 2 people. Who share a bedroom. Who rarely have guests. Why do I need a 4 bedroom house that’s going to take me hours to clean every week, hundreds of dollars to furnish, and just generally the fact that if you have more room, you buy more crap, AND add at least another 20k on our mortgage?

1. We don’t want kids

2. I CANT have kids without having life-risking heart surgery first, please don’t make it awkward by pushing it so hard I have to tell you that

3. I’m pretty sure we would’ve considered it before making a purchase that will put us in debt for the next 20-30 years? This isn’t news to us?

/end rant. House hunting is exhausting.

I saw another post here that sent me spiraling. My heart is pounding so hard. I’m remembering a lot now. My parents installed a glass door for my bedroom door when I became a teenager. My mom said she thought it looked “pretty” so I angrily asked her “So why don’t you make it your bedroom door instead?” and she giggled and shrugged.

My mom loved to burst through the door and look at my body. Whenever I was on the toilet, showering, or changing my clothes. If I locked the door she’d pound on it and yell at me until I opened it. I was told I wasn’t allowed to lock the door.

I remember stuffing a towel under the door whenever I showered because my parents would try to look at me from under the crack in the door.

They’d grab my butt. My stepdad would walk by and smack it or grab it. His eyes would follow me around rooms and make me shiver. If I was going up the stairs before my mom she’d grab my butt.

My mom constantly commented on my pubic hair and when I started to shave down ther

I was the girl.

Over the past few months we’ve been talking about me dressing. I was able to come out to her about how I like feeling sexy and fem. She’s been very supportive of it, I think because she’s bi and this fulfills some of her fantasies too.

Even after having the conversation it took a lot for me to come to her dressed. I thought about how I could do it but making plans and a big deal out of it made me nervous, so one night I got the motivation just to get dressed and surprise her in her sleep. This helped to take a lot of the edge off my anxiety about it.

We’ve had lots of fun now with me as fem twice and she makes me feel so sexy! Calling me by my fem name and saying how good I look. I’m so excited to get to explore this more, I’ve ordered more things to dress with and she shows me clothes she’s interested in. It means a lot to me to not have to repress this aspect of my life anymore and I’m loving it. She’s going to help me do my makeup and make me be a little more pas

I noticed this the other day because his reddit was logged on to the computer. I wasn't trying to snoop and didn't open either sub to see what they say or if he's posted there. I'm not going to talk to him about them, but I'm feeling things about it I can't quite explain.

I know our bedroom life is dead. At first it was my fault because I suffered a lot of trauma and just couldn't do it. He was typically supportive during my hard times, but now that I'm doing better he's becoming frustrated with our lack of sex.

Now my reluctance to have sex stems mainly from feeling like he only gives me affection when he's trying to have sex, which makes me feel sad I'm not getting affection/attention when sex isn't expected. Sometimes he even uses guilt tactics (if that's what this would be called) where he's almost constantly saying 'you never want me, you never want to have sex, why are you even taking birth control when you won't do anything that could get you pregnant.' The last one came wit

That is, until i saw the ripped egg sac and the mother spider.

My teenage daughter was recently caught lying to me, putting herself and her friend in potential harm and legal problems. Thankfully I caught them and stopped disaster from happening. She has been stripped of her smartphone and internet privileges. She is to use only the family desktop in our family room where it is visible to me (for home work etc). Things seemed fine as she appeared genuinely sorry and apologized to a lot of people. But I received troubling news last week.

I got a call from her friend’s parents that they were at it again, scheming to get together with a bunch of friends despite the pandemic. They saw his text messages to a bunch of friends, one including my daughter even though I had taken away her smartphone. After some interrogation of her friend it was revealed that he somehow smuggled a burner phone to my daughter.

I sat my daughter down, had a talk with her about everything I learned. She denied everything, calling them liars. Unfortunately, she has already l

The hardest part about this fucking quarantine is the lack of human touch.

I can see my son and his family. I talk to them on the “Face time” every day.

But my granddaughter is six years old, which means she’s changing all the time. Just a couple of days ago, I asked if she wanted me to read her the Mulan picture book she’s always enjoyed.

She shrugged. “Not really. I don’t like Mulan.”

My head spun.

It takes longer to recover from that than it used to.

“Are you okay, Grandpa?”

“Yes, Malosi,” I lied. “When did you stop liking Mulan? I thought she was your favorite princess.”

She looked away from the camera, bored. “I don’t know. Since forever, I guess.”

Children are eternally frustrated by their perceived powerlessness over the adults in their lives. They have no idea that their ability to devastate us is absolute.

Later that night, I left the book in the attic. I keep a box up there. It’s filled with things that I don’t want to throw away, but am perfectly aware that I’l