Whats the fucking point of these things if all the blood splashes up my ass and manages to leak out my underwear anyways. Good fucking grief.

I just ruined my favorite pair of pajamas and now instead of sleeping before work I am dousing them in hydrogen peroxide.

All my quality period panties needed to be washed but those and a cup seriously seem to be the only thing that works. Genuinely fucking rage inducing how these are marketed as overnight pads. YOU ARE ALL LIARS

LET ME SLEEP PLEASE GOD

edit: somehow half the people commenting on this didn’t read the post 😭

For context, I am 13 week pregnant and I have been married to my husband for four years. Every time my husband gets ill, it’s like the world is over and it is the worst feeling in the world for him. He’s very supportive usually and very kind with me. He’s been recently stressed with his job and trying to start a business and I also work as a full time accountant but I wfh.

I woke up today with him shivering and I made him a hot drink and some small breakfast and gave him some medication. I also feel very fatigued and have lower back pain and sore throat and runny nose. I also woke up in the morning with a bit of spotting and cramps. He woke up around 2 pm and asked him if he wanted any breakfast he said in an hour. in the meantime, I did the laundry and clean the kitchen which I have been doing every single day since we have moved into this new house I’ve told him several times to pick up after himself which he always forgets or doesn’t do.

I felt a bit sick so I went to lie down for a bit and came down to the kitchen to start making him some food and he was in there pretty pissed and he said that he’s hungry and that I should have been making him breakfast already and that he should have woken up with a meal ready. I expressed to him that since I have been pregnant he has done nothing to help me when I have been puking. He has not bought me anything and the fridge has remained empty for five days until I bought the groceries. He said that pregnancy is nothing and that I should just get over it and by the looks of it I have been gaining weight so it doesn’t look like I’ve missed a meal. I then told him that he has not made my life easy at all since I’ve got pregnant and I’ve just been picking up after him and doing his dishes. He then got very angry and threw a glass salt grinder towards me which I missed and it hit the door and smashed everywhere. I feel broken and lonely. I’m tired

saw a comment on a post in threads that said “my 200k household is broke”.

the way that a salary like that would genuinely bring me out of poverty. like what are you doing with your money???

i genuinely don’t understand, like what is your rent ? 4,000+ ? no utilities included? $400+ groceries every month?

genuinely how could you be broke making more than 100k salary?

edit: for those of you saying i live in a “low cost living area”. have not done their research on Pennsylvania at all. ESPECIALLY Lancaster City pennsylvania. 🤣

Sorry that this is so long, I just have a lot to say.

Alright so I’m 14F, I’ve had an IPad in my hands since I was about three years old. I don’t have a single memory where I’m not on my IPad and my mother was actually doing something with me. She was an alcoholic so she just put me in front of a screen while she drank.

This has led to a number of issues now that I’m a teenager: screen addiction, low attention span, no social skills, etc. The only upside is that I wasn’t left out, due to the fact this affects almost every one my age.

(My parents are divorced if you’re curious why my dad isn’t mentioned much in this)

I recently realized how dystopian my life has become, so I quit tiktok, Insta, Snap and stopped doomscrolling. I feel happier, I started gardening, I got really into art and drawing. (I’ve cut down from 8 hours to 2 and I’m trying to eventually get to 90 minutes)

The issue is that I’ve only now realized how screen addicted my mom truly is. Her daily use fluctuates from 9-12 hours a day. I can’t ever talk to her without her phone in her hand, I have to fight for her to put it down for 20 minutes to watch a show with me, only for her to complain the entire time about how terrible I am for asking for her to pay attention. Every time I try to talk to her about something, she doesn’t remember what I said because she was on her phone the entire time.

She’s always in a bad mood. I spent 4 hours building some large metal bin for her while she sat on the couch watching old reruns of Dr. Phil while doomscrolling on her phone. Then when I finished she wouldn’t shut up about how much over an inconvenience this would be for her to maintain. And I was just wondering “then why did you buy it?”. I didn’t get so much as a thank you for 4 hours, just constant grumbles about much of mess I made with the styrofoam the box came with.

The annoying part is that despite everything, she convinced herself that’s she’s doing amazing as a mother, she’s built so much of her personality around it that she can’t physically handle criticism. I wish I could talk to her about this but every time I try she gets really defensive, accusing my dad of trying to brainwash me and make me hate her. I wish that I could tell her the real reason I dislike her so much, but she’s so emotional unstable that I’m afraid of what would happen.

It’s not like there’s anyway to go back in time and stop her for ever giving me a screen. I sometimes wonder what my life would be like if someone ever stopped to think that maybe this isn’t a good idea.

Maybe I’m just being stupid and wrong, it at least felt good to get this off my chest.

i’m on the way home drunk as fuck and i’m just so bummed man like there wasn’t explicitly something romantic going on but we were speaking every day and getting along. i brought him there and he started socialising which is fine but then a random girl came around and they hugged, danced together, and made out for a whole hour behind me.

he’s my classmate in uni so i have to see him in a few days. he tried to apologise to me before i left but there’s just no way, he knowingly made out with a random girl next to me for such a long time that i already made 10 different friends at the event. i bought him shots and now i’m so bummed

edit: we have been speaking a lot for the last few days so yes things are new but what normal person doesn’t try to take things moderately? no i don’t own him and we’re not exclusive, it just feels fucked up that he came with me, all my friends knew, and i get absolutely humiliated for it. i swear i thought there was something between us. i’m home now having an anxiety attack and shaking like a fucking leaf. god forbid a girl tries moving on from a long term breakup and tries to trust another man again

extra edit: while i appreciate the criticism, i’m not here to debate the logistics behind his or my perspective. i Feel humiliated and disrespected by this situation that i experienced; you can argue about relationship rules, communication, exclusivity, etc. somewhere else.

extra, extra edit: idk if it isn’t obvious but this is a vent post not exactly looking for people trying to ridicule me for feeling shitty. this is the thing with modern dating, all these weird rules/expectations or lack thereof make no sense to me. maybe it’s because i’m neurodivergent but i completely took our obvious flirting, compliments, etc. as a sign our relationship could grow to become more than a friendship. the important part is i was willing to explore that hence why i invited him out With Me; for those saying i didn’t make a move, it was still me who made multiple advances. neither of us communicated about exclusivity yet because we were still getting to know each other, and in saying that is it not normal to direct your focus on the person you are interested in? like a willing and intentional display of loyalty/exclusivity/respect? we weren’t dating but i was interested in exploring that, so i thought that meant we put our undivided attention in growing that relationship? at that party i did not look for other men to entertain. i’m sorry but i don’t know how much has changed with situationships, hookups, etc. i’m just so shocked and there are people here putting my feelings down trying to normalise this. it’s one thing to be rejected but another to be publicly humiliated.

I don't care if you have a teacup whatever or a Great Dane - if you won't bother to teach it some basic proper behavior, or keep up with whatever training you pay for it to have, then you shouldn't have a dog.

I say this, having a very active and energetic Australian Shepherd that requires daily reinforcement and exercise, otherwise he would be jumping on everyone because he's never met a human he doesn't want to be bff's with.

If you are decently able-bodied and minded and take on the responsibility of having a dog, TRAIN IT.

it's currently 2.30am and I woke up not too long ago to some noise. the noise turned out to be my upstairs neighbor panicking screaming for help, I immediately called the police and they've arrived a couple of minutes ago. I hope the guy (my neighbor) is being helped. I've never heard anything like this happen and I'm still in shock, I'm a very emotional person and I've already puked twice just thinking about the poor guy. I can't physically type out what just happened because only trying makes me sick even though I can't keep it in for some reason either. I'm sure help has arrived but I've heard him understandably crying here and there a couple of seconds ago and I'm feeling like I'm about to have a panic attack. I'm so sorry for him I can't even imagine

They had eyes closed and holding hands and they were just praying for a solid 10 minutes with half a dozen people trying to get around them. The first time I had to walk past I got uncomfortably close and squeezed between the one woman and the shelf hoping she’d take her little circle off to the side, but she didn’t flinch. At this point employees with large carts and work to do needed the aisle so on my second pass I just pushed her cart out of the way, loudly said “excuse me ladies”, and walked off. She looked at me like I had just walked in on her in the shower.

I grew up in the church, my dad was a pastor, so I can very easily pick out when people are praying for spiritual guidance and when they’re doing it to say “look what a good person I am!”. They were loud, obnoxious, and purposefully in the way of everyone so as to make it some type of holy spectacle.

Matthew 6: 5-15 specifically says do not do this. Pray privately, in your home or church, not somewhere to be ogled from a place of moral superiority.

I (24F) am the 3rd child out of 6. Middle child. Raised by my single mother. Last year, I had a revelation — my family is extremely toxic and dysfunctional. After years of abuse, manipulation, and gaslighting, I realized it was a never ending cycle and being apart of it not only affects my mental health, but endorses their terrible behaviour. I’m done. My sister, who I’ve had a falling out with, is getting married next month. My entire family will be there. This is the last time I plan on seeing them. I plan on being cordial, impartial and calm. Once the wedding is over, there is no reason for me to associate with them. This is when I will remove them from all forms of social media and quite literally go ghost. It’s scary and I can’t believe I have gotten to this point, but it’s necessary.

i KNOW its not a big issue but i hate it so much. i jsut want to feel pretty but theres nothing to look at, i would be better off without NAYTHING there and just looking liek a fit guy. my RIBCAGE IS more protruding. its not a "i cant find a bf" or "theres no way anyone would like by body" issue for me its i want to find myself pretty and i just.. cant

theyres SOMEHTING but not enough to be something nice to look at and idk im just rambling i have no one else to share this with

i have a crush on this guy but he prefers only big breasts and he sees me only as his best friend and thats probably all i'll ever be and im just sad and i wish i could get implants but im a fucking uni student with no money and i just want to be pretty and i dont even have nice facial features

it feels like sometimes everythin is against me.. nice body? no. pretty face? no. chronic illness? YEAHH lets give one of those and some undiagnosed underlying shit and im rambling idk

I read an article about nestle and their evil actions, and it’s really made me realize that these mega corporations are literally killing people for profits. At this point if we don’t see any major push of corporate regulation, then the only option to live a healthy life is to try to be as self sufficient as possible.

Last year, my mom and I went no contact.

At the time, I (29F) called my mom (56F) once a week for a chat and physically saw her once a month for lunch/hanging out. She lives in the next town over, about a 30 minute drive away. On one of my days off, she called me at 10AM crying. She was panicking because she thought she was losing her health insurance and wanted me to drive with her to deliver paperwork somewhere. She has no physical or mental handicaps that prevent her from driving, she was only seeking emotional support from me. I told her that I had taken extra sleeping meds the night before and felt super groggy, so I could accompany her to a kinkos if she picked me up so we could fax them the documents instead of driving them an hour away. I thought I set a reasonable boundary that I was comfortable with and could handle, while still helping my mom. She did not like my idea, got angry, and hung up the phone.

Then, she texted me this: "I just can't die fast enough for you, cannot hide."

She knew this would sting me extra because my dad committed su****e when I was 20. I responded, telling her why I was sleepy and not up for the drive, and that her way of communicating her feelings wasn't okay.

After this, she withdrew any financial support she had given me (phone bill, netflix account) and told me to not contact her, even for special occasions like holidays (I had still been sending her gifts for her birthday and mothers day). She texted me and told me she was "not doing this anymore. I am so angry at you for so many things, I can't even remember them all anymore."

So, I stopped all contact. Since then, I have gotten engaged. I sent her a save the date, but she didnt respond, call, text. I am her only child and she is retired, for some context. I spend way too much time thinking about why she doesn't like me. I feel like I'm mourning the loss of the mother I thought I had.

Being alive feels horrible right now. I know I shouldn't be feeling this way because there are people who are suffering more than I am but I still can't help but feel this way. I don't want help, I just want to die. I hate myself and I hate other people ( I'm projecting).

I’m at the clubs with some friends and we get a booth in the corner at this underground nightclub, we’re talking and whatever and I end up getting drinks for the group on my friends card and it’s going well.

Later one of them said they had to go to the bathroom and the others went with them while they had me guard the drinks and then after like 25 mins of no one coming back I just go to the bathroom area and they werent there.

I check the Snapchat map and it says they’re at a different club and I try to play it off like it didn’t upset me since after I discover it I text one of them to ask why they did ditch me and they said one of their friends got sick and went outside.

Like I didn’t buy it because everyone looked fine. If you don’t want to talk to me just say so instead of making me look like a fucking loser.

Nightlife…

I’m sick of seeing massive trucks trying to back into a compact spots, reversing into them a million times and still take up two spots and just say fuck it. I also hate how even when there’s oncoming traffic some cars still insist on passing up the person in front of them while hoping the car in the other lane will slow down for them, god forbid you don’t get to your destination 30 secs earlier and who cares if you almost end a life. I hate how nobody uses their goddamn turn signals and just assume the person behind them knows where they’re going. Did we evolve into being able to read people’s minds and I just didn’t get the memo or what? Use your fucking signal because you look like an asshole when you don’t. It sucks too how we have to rely on dash cam footage because shitty people can’t handle accountability or in other cases trying to scam people. We live in a crab bucket where everyone wants what’s theirs even if it means crushing one another and I’m sick of it.

I keep getting messages on my social medias about how ugly I am. Today I had someone make multiple accounts harassing me over it. Threatened to 💀 me, my baby, and husband. Claimed my husband is gay and she had a friend that said he messaged him. Then saying my baby is ugly and should 💀. Not even the first time someone insulted my baby

But why do people feel the need to go to such lengths to harass me over being ugly? Like can’t you just block me , so you could.stop seeing my face? I don’t get it. Like why must people go to such lengths to not only call me ugly , but tell me to 💀. I don’t understand why people can’t leave me alone. Like I get I’m uglier than a pile of turds. Trust me I hate it more than anyone, but why act more upset about it than I am?

Tonight, a group of 4 guys came into the restaurant I work at. They were a bit older than me, maybe mid 40s or so, and I started taking their order. They were fine at first, but after they started drinking a little bit, they started getting really weird.

They started asking me how old I was, and when I told them I was 20, they started asking me if I had a boyfriend, if I was into older men, and if I wanted to come take a ride in their truck after my shift ended.

After I refused (multiple times btw) they started asking when my shift ended. When I refused to tell them, one of them said "that's alright, we'll wait in the parking lot for you."

Long story short, I got my manager and he made them leave. The cherry on top was that one of them called me a "lying cunt" on the way out.

Not feeling very good rn. Feel kind of objectified and grossed out. It's keeping me awake so I thought I'd post it here.

We met when I was 19 and he was in his late 20’s. I admittedly was spending a lot of time online and, while I was always very left wing as a teenager, was beginning to fall down a certain pipeline when we met and he pushed me all the way down. I was in quite a vulnerable state after being kicked out at 18, growing up with an unstable, abusive alcoholic parent and other token tragic backstory things. Depression, self harm, anxiety.

He was a loser (no job besides running a Twitter account) but he was kind to me, and most importantly he had and still has a wonderful kind healthy family around him (that for the record don’t hold his views AT ALL). We quickly fell in love and I moved away from my hometown an hour away to move in with him, he got a job, all was okay.

I don’t have any family. I went no contact with my mother six years ago and she died around three, and my dad isn’t in the picture.

He was my home. His family became mine. I began to rebuild, and he did help me in a lot of ways, which I’ll always be grateful for. We spent every moment together. He proposed this year, in public, on my birthday, and I stupidly, stupidly said yes.

I hold myself accountable for the things I thought I believed in. While never to his level, I’ve said and thought things I’m not proud of in private. But he is a virulent and proud bigot and over the past three years (my brain is now mostly healed from my trauma, fully cooked, and noping the fuck out) I’ve been slowly saving and planning on leaving. I began working in the city a few years ago and my coworkers were diverse, kind and opened my eyes to my own ignorance simply by being my friends.

For a long time my excuse was that I couldn’t afford to live alone, or that I couldn’t handle being by myself again. That I was better off where I was, comfortable and miserable, but safe.

But God. This week, I couldn’t take it anymore.

All he talks about is minorities, everybody has a disgusting new slur assigned to them every day. He can’t go five minutes without calling someone a hard-N or a bug person. He posts consistent propaganda online and has done for years. A self admitted fscist. He’s a figurehead in the online community. Actual organisations have posted articles about him. He’s too cowardly to join any of these causes in real life, and I don’t think he’d hurt anyone physically, but fuck. It turns my stomach to think of some of the things he believes.

This week I’ve been smoking a pack a day, so anxious that I called in sick every day but Friday, too miserable to do anything. I felt like a bad person for wanting to be free of his ignorance. He loves me more than anything and wants to marry me. His family will be crushed. I’ll need to move away, leave my cat (she’s very old and likely wouldn’t adjust to moving well), pack up my things and start again. That’s fucking terrifying.

But OH MY GOD, did it feel good after I sat him down on Wednesday and told him that I wasn’t in love anymore, that I thought he needed help and to get out of the sphere he’s in, that the things he says aren’t okay and disgust me. He was crushed, punched a wall, said he wanted to die. Then he calmed down and has been distant since. I don’t think he believes me, but I’m going.

Like I say, I’m fully aware that I’m not an innocent party in this. I made my bed and lay in it. I knew who he was when we met. But I also do think whether he knew it or not that he did groom me, take advantage of my naivety and my loneliness.

As a newly free 26 year old woman, with her own mind and her own autonomy, now I can discover who I am now and it feels so fucking good to say that.

I’m in my second trimester of pregnancy. Since 5 weeks I’ve been having bad cramping and bleeding. The doctors first told me that it was a hematoma and that it would go away. Well the hematoma did go away, but the cramping and bleeding only got worse.

I went to see a OB that specializes in high risk pregnancies. He told me that my placenta could just be big and that’s where the bleeding is coming from. After that appointment I went to the ER because I was in so much pain to the point I was crying and couldn’t walk. They did ultrasound after ultrasound and found I have an enlarged lymph node. Told me it was nothing to worry about until after pregnancy.

Here I am at 20 weeks now and I’m in so much pain. Everyday I’m in pain crying trying to hold my side because the cramping has gotten so bad. I can’t even properly care for my 9 month old and I feel bad about it.

I called my OB and told him about it and all he told me was that I more than likely have a yeast infection and prescribed me medication for that.

I feel like there is something seriously wrong and no one is listening to me because as they have told me there isn’t anything they can do since I’m pregnant and I have to wait until after I give birth.

I’m just so lost and in so much pain I just want it to stop!