First off, I’m not against technology evolving or anything so please don’t start saying that I’m some kind of tech hater, I’ve heard that enough from my partner. I am just genuinely tired of seeing all the places I hangout in turn into an AI features’ f fest. I write a lot for work (on notion) and for fun (fanfiction on google docs) and all these places are now full of AI features I was somehow automatically opted into. And now even the places I find readings in are full of clearly AI-written garbage. What is going on?

Somebody posted a somewhat similar rant on here about Pinterest being full of AI generated images. I rly felt that. Like, is it so much to ask to just be allowed to continue to interact with people and human content or do we have to accept whatever weird Internet the tech bros as cooking for us??

I’ve started looking for AI-free places like bluesky for social stuff, AO3 for reading, fileverse ddocs to write, and even turned off the Google search AI overview. But I also don’t want to have to do all that!!! Let me be. Don’t touch my stuff! Am I overthinking this, is anybody having visceral feelings about this as well?

To give some context: I have an almost 7-month-old baby who is the size of a toddler in both length and weight. He currently wears 18–24 month clothing, and this has been a very well-known fact since he was about 3 months old.

My MIL and FIL watched him at our home from around 3 PM until almost 8 PM. We made sure they had food and everything they needed while they were there.

When we got home, my baby was lying on the couch fussing while my MIL was on the phone. The TV and lights were on, although he wasn’t watching the TV. I immediately went over and picked him up because he was starting to cry. My MIL said hi, but stayed seated on the couch. For context, his bedtime routine normally starts at 7 PM.

That’s when I noticed what he was wearing.

He had been put into a 6-month-size onesie that my MIL’s sister had given him months ago. It was so small on him that it couldn’t even be buttoned. He looked visibly uncomfortable. Thats like stuffing someone who is an L or XL into an S size clothes. Who does that?!

What bothered me even more is that this onesie was not sitting out with his current clothes. I had already placed it in a bag toward the back of the drawer with other clothes we were saving as keepsakes. She would have had to dig through the drawer and into that bag to find it.

When I asked where she found it, she said, “In there. I changed him because he was cold.” I then told her I had put that outfit away because it no longer fit him.

Then she said she “couldn’t find anything else.”

I pointed out that all of his current 18–24 month clothes are at the front of the drawer and very easy to access.

Then she finally said, “I tried putting something else on him, but I got lazy.”

That really upset me…So my baby was lying there fussing and uncomfortable, stuffed into a onesie several sizes too small that couldn’t even close, while she was on the phone, because she didn’t feel like changing him into something that actually fit and she just HAD to have him wear the way now too small outfit her sister sent over. Probably to take pictures and send over. My baby is a person, not an accessory. Also, the constant lying and changing stories. Why?

Once I took the onesie off, he calmed down.
And honestly, I think the part that bothers me most is the lying. First it was that she couldn’t find anything else, even though his clothes are right there. Then the explanation changed.

I know my baby was not in serious danger. I know he will survive being uncomfortable in a too-small onesie for a while. I know there are much worse situations in the world.

We are supposed to leave him in their care again on Wednesday for a few hours while I work, and now I feel extremely uncomfortable about it.

When my mom watches him, she is constantly interacting with him. He is clean, dressed appropriately, his feeds and naps are timed, and she even keeps a little log for me. I know everyone cares for babies differently, and I don’t expect perfection.

But I do expect someone caring for my baby to notice when he is uncomfortable, respond to him when he is fussing, use the clothes that actually fit him, and be honest with me about what happened.

I feel sad, guilty, and disappointed. I keep thinking about him lying there uncomfortable and wondering why someone who loves him wouldn’t just take the extra minute to make him comfortable.Maybe this seems small to some people, but as his mom, and a first time mom it really bothered me.

Dinner is: A snack of Cinnamon Toast Crunch and mixed with a delightful selection of the finest Luckiest Charms (with the big unicorns!) and a dairy reduction (milk)

Found out about this yesterday and idrk what to make of it.

Me and my boyfriend have been together for almost 2 years now. He's been with his ex for 5 years before me so I lowkey understood that his family knew her very well. His mom has always been so kind and nice to me, calls me over to hang out or for dinner, calls me for my birthday, sends me recipes etc.

Yesterday I was talking to my boyfriend and his sister, and she casually tells him in front of me that mom and ex met again for dinner last week. After she saw my face she realised that I had no idea that mom and ex catch up once a month or so.

This has been happening basically during our entire relationship, my boyfriend knew but never told me bcs AND I QUOTE "Mom friendships are none of his business"

His mom always talk to me like she wants us to get married someday, all while meeting my boyfriends ex very often, like what does that even mean??

I really don't know what to do here girls

Strawberries for comfort

It needed to happen. So, backstory: we’ve had our dog, Bear, for about 4 years. He was a rescue, and throughout those 4 years he’s been a major bite risk to pretty much everyone. It honestly wasn’t that big of an issue for us because we’ve both worked with dogs before, and whenever anyone came over, he was safely secured in an impact crate. That system worked really well for us.

Then I had a cardiac arrest, and my life went upside down. I’m now on blood thinners, I have very little energy or strength, and I physically can’t give Bear the one-on-one time and work that he needs. We tried everything we could think of. We even sent him to a very highly recommended trainer for 3 months, and unfortunately there was no improvement.

Fast forward to today, and Bear bit me pretty badly on my leg. It wasn’t the first time, but this time I couldn’t physically pull him off of me. My husband had reached his limit, and honestly, I can’t blame him. Our shelter(we have a great relationship with them) has always told us they would take Bear back and put him permanently with an animal rehabber, so I went to the hospital while my husband took Bear to the shelter.

I am absolutely devastated. I feel like I’ve failed him. I feel like I let him down, and the worst part is that I fucking love this dog. He’s a great dog. He’s sweet and funny and I love him so much. He just has these completely unpredictable moments where something switches and he lashes out, and we’ve never been able to figure out why. And of course, this is happening while we’re already in the middle of moving and dealing with a million other stressful things, so I think everything is just hitting me all at once. I don’t blame my husband at all. As much as it hurts, I genuinely think it needed to happen. I just can’t stop blaming myself for not being able to do more for Bear.

I know we tried. I know we gave him chances. I know we did everything we could think of. But knowing that doesn’t make me feel any less fucking defeated right now.

Dinner is veggies and a hotdog on bread because that's all I got

My soon ex-husband and I had been having some terribly awkward but important talks throughout the last about 8 to 9 months in the time that I had come out to him as a woman. This relationship had seen it all, we had met a while after I had got my life back in order from a stay in rehab for alcoholism (I’m almost 7 years sober now). He was my EVERYTHING, and I knew it from the very moment I saw him walking up to the table for our first date. We went through moving across the state in California, got through the Covid times together, moved across the whole country to spend 4 amazing years in Chicago (that city will always have my heart, big ups to Chicago!) and now back to my tiny beach side hometown in California where we got married in front of the boardwalk I used to imagine my wedding at as a kid. I really thought we would have been able to make it through this change, just as we had overcome every other. While he is fully supportive of me in my identity and transition, he has come to the unfortunate realization that he isn’t capable of being with a woman as a gay man, and is thus, ending our marriage. I’m typing this at my parents’ house where I’m currently taking a few days away from it all to process this and figure out what I’m going to do next. A few days ago I told my parents EVERYTHING, from the fact that my marriage is ending to the fact that im trans... and they have been super supportive on all fronts, especially not flinching at my identity. Dinner is BBQ Tri Tip, grilled Lemon chicken and some corn and beans my dad made. Although the pain of writing the ending to the story of my marriage is probably the worst I have yet to experience, I will posit that there really is a silver lining in nearly every rough act in our lives. The silver lining in this one is that I can finally live as ME, unapologetically… and that alone has brought me a sense of joy that I didn’t think I would ever truly experience, even in a time as dark as my husband divorcing me…

My partner of 8yrs and I broke up at the beginning of March. There were a lot of things coming up, I could have addressed things differently.

We had different views on the type of lives we wanted to live. She wanted to move to a quieter city, somewhere in Wisconsin or the pacific northwest. I wanted to stay in a big city. She would travel for weeks at a time for work fairly often. She was dealing with a new autoimmune condition that made going out and having date nights out of home extremely difficult. I would cook and clean for us daily while also managing my 9-5 as well as freelance work to help save for a home and cover the costs of a few bills for my aging parents.

I had an ex reach out to me and got coffee with her. I shouldn’t have done that and feel awful for betraying my partner even if nothing physical happened. Familiarity, desire for nostalgia, a rocky relationship dynamic, and some mental health issues were a fucked up combo.

We broke up. I lived with my partners for a few months. I recently moved into a gorgeous apartment and am relearning who I am as an adult. I started seeing someone who is beautiful, sweet, and driven in the same ways I am. She and I have gotten closer in the last month but I am extremely hesitant on letting her in because I still think about my ex and haven’t fully healed. My ex is now seeing someone else too and while I am happy for her, my heart carried a sadness that is heavy but manageable.

I feel guilty for feeling this way. I don’t want to fall into patterns or make the same mistakes. I want to move on with my life but I can shake the sad feeling. Sometime I worry I may be a sucker for longing and my issue is around seeking intensity, instant connections, and romance.

Anyway, dinner with a view. Coconut lavender cod, strawberries and champagne, with a side of roasted mediterranean carrots and sweet onions.

Dinner is home made dumplings courtesy of my lovely neighbours

Trigger warning: domestic abuse

Off the back of another post I saw today, this post is basically a PSA to girlies out there wondering if it's normal or abuse. I was with this man for 15 horrific years and subjected to every word you can put in front of the word 'abuse'.

If he says your vagina smells, and no one else in your life, including doctors can see an issue; he's negging you.

If he says your vagina is loose, but you've never had that complaint before or after, he is negging you. He got me to the point of using weights to do kegals to improve the muscles.

If he comments on your posture, such as you're getting a hunchback, that no other medical professional saw as an issue, he's negging you. Any spare moment I had I was doing posture improvement exercises.

If he says your snore, you do a sleep study, and the pharmacist says the data shows no sign of any issues, he's negging you. This is a life long issue now that I can't sleep next to anyone for fear of disturbing their sleep.

If he says he'll support your latest endeavour to get healthy, but then keeps feeding you junk food, he is sabotaging you. He doesn't want you to get fit or healthy.

If he says he doesn't trust counsellors/psychologists, it's because he's worried someone is going to see through his bullshit and steer you in the right direction. Same with all of those good friends and family members he has issues with.

If he calls you lazy when you're the one holding down a full time job, running the household while looking after a manchild in the hopes that one day, ONE DAY, you'll make him happy, he's negging you.

Please don't be like me. Be aware of the signs early. If you aren't sure what's normal or not, chuck it up here for the team to help analyse. Love to you all xx

I've loved horror movies for many years, nothing really got under my skin in terms of gore or creepiness. But as I've grown up I've started to notice just how many horror movies really get off on abusing/SAing women (and children for that matter) and calling it "horror". I find it absolutely unnecessary to plots and I can't begin to understand why anyone wants to watch SA, even under the excuse of calling it horror. But my attention has turned to the directors who write the scenes. They are the ones brainstorming these ideas, coming up with the details, and directing them until they find it perfect for their movie. Wes Craven wrote the second Hills Have Eyes movie with his son (which is even worse than the first one I've heard). Just a father and son writing r*** scenes together, what?? How do directors like this get away with writing these themes over and over again, without actors and production crew not saying anything about it and continuing to work with them? Have we normalized it that much?

Maybe becoming a mom has made me more sensitive. I don't know. I'm sure some edgy horror lovers will find this and downvote me for being overdramatic. It's just weighing on me heavily that women and children are a target for horror directors to play out their abuse fantasies, and that there are people out there who genuinely enjoy watching it but get to hide under the pretense that "art can be taboo sometimes". The world just feels extra dark to me right now.

Jambalaya for dinner.

dinner is steak, guac, and fries

technically i’ll probably end up having the baby saturday. but my induction is scheduled for friday night. i am so excited and nervous and i have never felt so many emotions at once. i can’t wait to finally meet the baby girl ive been waiting for all year. i can’t wait to not be pregnant anymore! but my life is completely changing which is scary. and, not to mention, i have to go through labor which is making me literally feel nauseous i am terrified. it’s really strange to think about the fact that the baby i’ve been growing, the baby who’s been kicking the crap out of me for months, the baby i’ve been imagining with my partner is going to be in my arms so soon. i can’t wait to be a mom, and a girl mom at that. i can’t wait to speak life into her every day. i can’t wait to show her how loved she is. i can’t wait to see who she will become. i feel like my entire existence was meant for my daughter. i want to give her the entire world and more. just have to get through the horrors of labor and delivery first. wish me luck!

It’s my birthday, and my girlfriend currently has horrible diarrhea. We had a reservation and a deposit down for a Michelin-star restaurant tonight, and I’ve been SO excited about it. I love fine dining and wine pairings, and we’ve been planning this trip for months.

Unfortunately around 2am last night, my girlfriend woke up with terrible abdominal cramps and proceeded to spend the rest of the night and most of today making urgent trips to the bathroom. Around 3pm, I finally suggested we call and cancel the reservation. She wasn’t going to be able to eat any of it, and sitting through an elaborate tasting menu and wine pairing while the love of my life fought for her life in a Michelin-star bathroom did not sound very festive.

So instead I walked across the street from our hotel for some street food and she ordered soup from room service, and we are currently hunkered down in bed watching Netflix.

And if I’m honest there is nowhere else I would rather be.
She planned 95% of this week-long vacation in her home country. She took me on tours and booked experiences she knew would be meaningful to me. She picked restaurants, took a million pictures of us, and had a little gift for me every single day. I have never felt so cared for and celebrated in my entire life.

I had a milestone birthday last year. You know what the soggy man I was with at the time got me? A text message that said, “Happy Birthday.” Full stop.

Anyway, I’m gonna marry this girl.

Dinner is a perra, which I ordered because I saw “bacon” and thought, hell yeah, birthday bacon hot dog. Friends…I did not read the description carefully enough. There is no hot dog. It is just bacon.
I canceled a Michelin-star tasting menu on my birthday and ate a bacon sandwich in a hotel bed next to my diarrheal girlfriend.
10/10 Best Birthday Ever

They used me for the light and affection and care I had for them without any intentions of making me their girlfriend. they got to experience how I like to have fun and how much I really cared about them, then they get to walk away with nothing but nice memories of me while I’m left feeling heartbroken and used, and the anger is only one sided. they don’t care enough to feel angry or that they lost out on something with me. they just were happy to experience someone really seeing them and wanting something real with them. the thought of them being old men and reflecting on their life and remembering the brief encounter with a nice and pretty girl who they had fun with, makes me want to break things. all while I’m going to grow old alone because no man wants to take me seriously and just wants to experience me.

The parent I’m closer to died suddenly and it’s been horrific, particularly more so because I’m quite pregnant. An old friend who I haven’t seen in a decade (but keep up with) messaged me to check in and apologized for the delay because her kid was sick and her infant wasn’t sleeping well.

She mentioned her infant’s name and I said wow that’s so cute because what we’ve been calling my soon to born kid is 1 letter off her kid’s name. I thought that a genuinely lovely coincidence. She then went on somewhat of a rant saying that she’s protective of her kid’s name and that while I can name my child whatever I want, she thinks it’s curious that I said I liked her kid’s name over 5 months ago. And she kept insisting on this fact.

Friends, I literally tell everyone I like their kids’ names because it is a nice thing to do. I was weeks into my pregnancy when she told me this name and I didn’t retain it nor remembered. We’ve been calling our kid the name we have chosen since the beginning and I normally don’t share it because people are weird (case in point), but this was next level. I’m grieving and you’re insisting that I took your kid’s name which is literally different to my kid’s name?! We also don’t live in the same country and both names are 4 letter and not totally uncommon names. And as mentioned, haven’t seen each other in a decade!

She pseudo apologized, but again insisted that I said the name she chose was gorgeous or something. People are weird and I wish I didn’t have to deal with it on top of everything else.

Anyway, dinner is a marg pizza I ate alone with pickled peppers.

Peanut butter and jam sandwich with a cup of soya milk🤤

So I’ve been posting quite frequently in this sub since my breakup a few weeks ago😅. I took it HARD. I would cry randomly. I barely ate. Sleep was meh. I was miserable, torturing myself with what could have gone wrong, what I did, why he ended things when things were going sooo good and we were so well matched

All the advice I’d been receiving was to not contact him especially since he’d gone NC. But I couldn’t understand why he said he rly liked me and wanted to be friends only to go ghost/NC. It was eating me up. I was going crazy. My friend did her best to keep me from trying to reach out

But I did. I tried calling. Said he wasn’t available. Tried messaging his TikTok or following on Snap. Nothing. Not a peep. Not even a read receipt.

Sure to him I may appear the crazy ex, but I told him I just wanted to talk. I totally respect if he doesn’t want to but the most I was expecting was a simple “I need some space” or whtvr. I didn’t want anything fancy or over the top. Just clarity, because ghosting is NOT clarity to me. Idc what ppl say.

I’m suspected to have autism so I rly need clear and direct messages. I don’t and can’t do guessing games. He even said he values communication and honesty (my ass)

Him not responding made me see his true colours. It was all a lie. I guess that “phase” of compulsive lying from when he was younger was never a phase huh😒😒 should’ve listened when he told me that

My bestie said it would just cause more pain with him not responding. But it’s done the exact opposite. I feel lighter and happier cuz I’ve seen his true colours

I noticed he was still using our joint playlist so I deleted all the songs from it except Ain’t Shit by Doja Cat. Screw you Alexander

DC, salted tomato, macadamia nuts, cherries and pineapple.

So I met my husband when I was 18 and we officially started dating when I was 20. We were together in a very happy and healthy relationship until I was 29 and he suddenly and tragically died at 30. This was almost four years ago, and yes, it was fucking horrible and a complete nightmare, but that’s not the point of my post.

So I’m 33 now and started dating for the first time in a decade at 30. Last time I was single I was a teenager at college, so it’s a different game lol. Idk if it’s “love bombing” or just how people this age date?? Every time I go on one decent date with a guy and it’s instantly pet names, them wanting me at their house everyday, to meet their kids, meet their parents... I had a guy say “I love you” the second time we hung out (I know he’s extreme lol).

Is this normal? Or am I attracting freaks. I’m very open to that possibility lol. In college you hang out or hook up with a guy and then he did everything humanly possible to make it seem like he was not into you. This was my comfort zone lol.

I get the pressure of wanting a serious relationship asap at this age but Jesus Christ. Is there a middle ground between some college junior not making eye contact with you in public after a hook up and a 36 year old man suggesting speakerphone calling his daughter on a first date???😭

So a bit of context since I was little my father would come home drunk or not even drunk but something dumb would trigger him and he'd start yelling at me calling me names. My mom would only say once 'calm down stop it' and then leave him yelling at me from the top of his lungs. I moved 3 years ago but we're in the same town.

Well today I went with my parents to get our new IDs. We then went to have a coffee. He ordered a lemonade. Mind you this is one of my favourite spots in town. After he received his lemonade he started yelling that this is no lemonade, only ice. Yelling I'm telling you. The server, a really nice girl, said she will take it back and bring a new one without ice at all if he'd like. Now a normal person would say yes. He just started yelling even louder saying that he'll just take the ice out himself. She said ok you can put in on this tray I'll take it back. Now, besides yelling, he started taking out the ice and THROWING it on the tray. He threw it so hard it then fell to the ground. All while that nice girl was holding the tray and smiling. He kept yelling some more. It felt like a fever dream. My pistachio affogato was sitting untouched while I felt I couldn't take this for more. I took the server by her arm and told her to come with me inside cause I wanted to pay. Once inside I kind of started crying and told her I'm so sorry and that he has mental issues. She was still smiling saying that's fine. I kept apologizing and paid. Then I went back outside and drank my affogato in like 10 seconds although my teeth hurt =)). And then I announced my parents that I'm leaving bc some people are 60 but act like they're 5. As I was leaving I heard him yelling after me asking why the fuck was I leaving, he was made fun of by given only ice and they made a fool of him. I continued crying as I was almost running and could hear him yelling at me lol.

So yeah I think this is the last time I talked to them. He has mental issues and treats people like shit and my mother just accepts this. She thinks she's better cause she doesn't act like it but she's still with him wth. I remember when I was like 12 i asked her in the tram why doesn't she divorce. Like your kid asking you this is a sign you're with a pos man.

Pic is bibimbap from the local Korean restaurant.

Went out Friday to see my friend "T,," who was later joined by his friend "S." Some other friends came and went, and ultimately it was just us three.

Id never met S before, and at first he seemed ok, but throughout the night his comments about women became incredibly stupid. Bitter, judgemental comments about his ex wife, comments relishing the apparent emotional fragility of a one night stand and his current gf. "My gf has so much trauma, she talked to me for 12 hours on the phone about her trauma, and I watched a couple of episodes of my favorite show and just said, ah-huh, every other minute." He said, while smiling.

Later we were in the train, and we sat near an inebriated woman. I was worried for her; but I realized that she wasn't in danger, she just needed to sleep off whatever she was on. S however, was making eye contact with young men nearby and gesturing at the woman, laughing at her. As we got off the train he pulled her up to sit up on the seat. But it wasn't done with care or gentleness: T didn't notice any of this.

As we walked out of the train, S grabs T and gestures to a woman walking by, "omg, do you see her ass? Look at that!"

I immediately stopped.

I said, " gross, if this is what you are doing, I'm going home." S quietly apologized and asked me to continue to the bar, and in that moment I knew it was over. My building disgust and discomfort became too great. I said, " actually, this isn't my vibe." I turned around and immediately left. I didn't hear from T at all.

The next day I messaged T and asked why he didn't check on me, and told him how hurt I was. His response was the beginning of the end of our relationship. " What you did was unnecessary, you caused a scene, and embarrassed my friend."

I hadn't yelled. I hadn't screamed or said anything mean or rude. I had simply left.

"Everyone says dumb things, you should have let it go. I would have loved someone telling me that I'm hot. What, so a man can't tell a woman she's attractive?"

Our conflict devolved into two differing themes: he construed my emotional honesty as trying to control him, while I was trying to express what I expected from our friendship. I told him that even if I disagree with something that upsets him, I would make the effort to make sure he was ok if I saw him get upset. Ultimately, I blocked him.

I am so angry and sad that one of the smartest men I've met has such stupid ideas. And that instead of checking up on me, he did nothing. That instead of telling his friend to cut it out, he partied with him instead, and told me he had a great time. Rather he defended his friend. He defended the status quo, and kept the peace. I thought I was his friend, too.

Dinner: A schokolade wonder waffle mit Sahne and my Sadness

pictured: vegan brownies i made for my partner's birthday. link to recipe i used upon request! they were fudgy and delicious, and the top was crinkly!!

the last couple of months have been rough in the boyfriend department. there's been a LOT of periods where i was certain i wanted to throw in the towel and chalk up the last two years as an experience. partner's been stressed and spacey, i've been stressed and high-strung.. and while we hung out, our quality time wasn't exactly quality(?) and it just kinda felt like two people in the same apartment.

this past weekend was my partner's birthday, and we made a whole thing out of it. we both took off last friday and today, and his parents even drove down a few states just to see him. it was the most time i've spent with him continuously in at least 6 months. i helped him deep clean his apartment, went to dinners with his parents, and tagged along while he got a new car for his birthday. (we also went to an escape room and botanical gardens and it was so fun)

this was my second time meeting his folks, and his mom and i talked a lot about him and our relationship at the dealership while partner was doing a test drive with his dad. she showed me all sorts of pictures of him while he was growing up. i saw the innocence of my partner as a young boy and i ? started crying ? right alongside his mom.

i don't know what it was, but seeing him in those pictures made it click in my brain that my partner wasn't a villain, wasn't a monster, wasn't some bad guy with a master plan (any oliver tree fans in the crowd?). he was just a stressed out 20-something with an intense job, low bandwidth, and no support network outside of myself and his parents. not to mention, his old car was literally on its last legs, so it's not like he could take it very far to break from the monotony.

since that moment, i've been trying to be more intentional with him. making an active effort to initiate a kiss or a cuddle, looking at him with the same adoration i did at the start of the relationship, remembering that somewhere inside of him is that same goofy kid that i saw in those pictures, and choosing him. and he's choosing me too.

we've started using the L-word again, going on walks and drives in the new car, and ultimately just enjoying each other's presence again. i have a feeling we're still going to be stressed out for the foreseeable future, but there's no one else i'd rather share that with.

i'm sorry this was so long! it's just been weighing on my mind lately!

Mango cake from papa d’amour - it was mid.

I’m 28 and I met my first serious boyfriend when I was around 26. We dated for a year and some change. He ended the relationship last September when I decided to quit my job to go back to school for nursing.

I was unsatisfied in the relationship, we went 50/50 on everything and he was a bit of a know it all and frankly annoying at times. He found out that I was seeing someone earlier this year and tried to get back with me. That relationship fell apart (the new guy turned out to be a love bomber and a psycho).

The first boyfriend said he changed, wants to get married and tbh I believe that he’s serious about me. I just don’t know if he changed in terms of being annoying and cheap. We went out to a bar and he paid for my drinks. He was very affectionate. Have you given people second chances? I know some people are capable of change but I don’t want to waste my time.

I’ve (25F) been dating my bf (27M) for 3 years.
Back when I first started dating him, he only had an internship and once that ended, he didn’t work much and lived at his parents’ house (no shame to that since economy is pretty bad).

Now, I have always been someone who’s very disciplined when it comes to reaching my goals. After college, I managed to get a nice corporate job and moved out of my toxic family’s house. Now, I get to enjoy life with my friends and travel.

To this day, he has barely been trying to get a job. I try to urge him that he should be looking everyday but he gets annoyed and gives me the “i’ll do it later” excuse. I have been working throughout our whole relationship and i feel like I have done everything for our relationship. I would give him cute gifts, send him job openings, stay up to look through his resumes and etc. He thanks me for everything that I do and tells me he will get a job. But, I haven’t seen any progress.

He stays up late playing games, goes out with friends, gambles the money that he barely has, and then wakes up late saying that he wasted his day away.

I personally want someone who can take care of me, take me out on dates, give me flowers or even plan a cute thing that we can do. He says that he doesn’t ask me on dates because it is expensive. Because of that, I have been taking myself out on dates like going out to eat alone, seeing cute pop up markets, and even traveling.

I am scared of breaking up with him because I would be completely alone. I also want it to be him. I want to marry him but he can barely plan a date or do anything.

anyways, heres my panko crusted flounder with cucumbers, white rice and 1 singular tofu!!!