"I still don’t understand how the story is bad. I get that it’s polarizing but it’s well written. I see people yelling at how they don’t like it and I get that for sure but not liking it doesn’t make it... bad."
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I started dating a guy about 7 months ago. He told me he was in the process of getting divorced, and separated from his wife. Long story short, I found out he never actually got separated, and what he was doing would be considered cheating on his wife. I noticed he never invited me over to his place, we only hung out at my place, and when I inquired he said his apartment was depressing. Typical cheating stuff.
I ended things when I found this out.
He constantly complained to me that he's clinically depressed, and that he made a horrible mistake not being honest, etc. I stupidly (I know this was stupid) told him if he wanted to be with me he'd have to figure out his situation beforehand. He tells me he told his wife they were done and was going through the process and already filed for divorce, moved out etc.. So I met up with him again, and followed him after we left. He went back to his normal house, where his wife's car was still parked outside. I'm 100% sure at this point that hi... keep reading on reddit ➡
Jesus, how do I even start. As you could read by the title, I'm a black man. I've always been in the fight. Grew up with racism in all its forms in my country, which, ironically, usually denies there ever being racism in any way.
The kind of shit I've heard through my entire life has molded me into someone with no self-esteem, sense of self-worth, voice and made into introvert. Because of the mentality of "you need to work twice as hard as everyone out there", I always saw the future as bleak, tiresome and as more struggle. This never really changed. It just got worse with time, with college and the awful reality that came afterwards.
I've been depressed for most of my life, with my initial diagnosis at age 9. I still have it, with severe anxiety. My first suicidal thoughts came at age 8, and then and there I already hated myself for everything. For not being enough, for not being what the world wanted, for failing myself at being the best, for never getting anything good out of my o... keep reading on reddit ➡
The bartender says, “Hey! Aren’t you the rope that I just threw out?”
The rope replied, “No. I’m a frayed knot.”
Husband and I are recently married, just moved in before all this quarantine stuff happened. He has three sons--13, 16, 18, and I have two daughters--20, 15. Combined we have a lot of kids, so when I do the grocery shopping, I get triple the normal amount of snacks/food. Thing is, whenever I buy groceries, half of it is gone by the next day or the day after that. We haven't had any food consistently in the house since they moved in, and its because his sons eat a boatload of stuff. Yes, they're growing boys, but they literally eat EVERYTHING. Even frozen meat or things for meals that i buy they'll open, put in the microwave, cook it half-assed, and then leave the whole kitchen a mess. I buy three huge bags of Doritos? Gone the next day. 2 tubs of ice cream? Gone. Fruits, vegetables, eggs, bread--all gone in a matter of two days. Jars of jelly and peanut butter--wiped clean sometimes that night. They'll make 5-6 sandwiches at once and slab on gobs of the stuff. Then will complain if no... keep reading on reddit ➡
I’ve posted about my FMIL before and you have all been so helpful, so I thought I’d come back with the latest. It’s been a bit over three weeks since I officially decided to “drop the rope” with my MIL after her latest stunt. This has included no correspondence of any kind, even FB likes.
Last night, my MIL went off on FH about the “games you and your fiancé are playing” and to let her know “when we can speak open and honestly”. FH has had contact with his Mom throughout this time, but definitely less than average (I haven’t been reminding him or organizing visits, and he’s sick of her BS too) FH was unable to see them off to FL, which is of course my fault, triggering yesterday.
I never had any kind of discussion with MIL airing how I feel or my plans. I thought it’d just be a waste of breath and ultimately more ammunition. But now, she thinks I’m playing a “game” because she doesn’t know my decisions. Should I have talked to her before? Did I do it right and now she’s j... keep reading on reddit ➡
Can't wait for the next session!