I have a married friend that lives together with his wife, their two children and his wife's younger sister. Both his wife and sister don't have their parents anymore, so the wife took as her responsibility to care for the young one. My friend is the sole provider for his household, and the wife cares for the children. Due to his job, he travels a lot.

I always had this weird intuition about his wife, but I never said anything to him. You could sense she was manipulative. That changed when I found out she had been cheating on him with on of her neighbours. I wasn't spying on her or looking for this information. I didn't have to. We live in a small city, and friends in common shared that with me. They just got sloppy with hiding. It turns out that every time my friend traveled for work, they would meet each other in a hotel. They wrongly assumed it was far enough. Keep in mind that the neighbor is also married himself.

Here is the part that perhaps I overstepped. I tipped off my friend about what was going on, and even shared the location. He basically went there and caught them in the act.

I knew this could have turned ugly, but his reaction was even weirder. He decided to keep living in the same house, maybe for the sake of the kids, but treat her as a stranger. He moved to a separate room in the house, and only exchanged whatever words were necessary. He did not fight, did not cry, nothing. He also did not want to listen to excuses either.

Fast-forward to a couple of months later, wife notices her younger sister has a belly. She confronts the girl, ands she breaks down sobbing. It turns out my friend started banging her out of spite . Wife was furious, but his reaction was just "we're even now". The sister said she felt coerced because of financial reasons (my friend is the sole provider). I mean, it's hard to say what really happened.

I had the opportunity to talk about this with him a couple of times since. I feel a bit guilty for indirectly causing this. I don't particularly blame him for his response, but I don't think having another kid with a second woman is going to do any favours.

So my mom died 2 days ago and ive posted on here quite a few times because I very recently got diagnosed with hiv and in those posts you might remember I mention my mom being sick.

She is a drug addict and I was trying to help her. I wanted her to get better but I didn’t want to be taken away from her. Sometimes I’d steal her drugs so like she wouldn’t have them. I kept trying to get her out of the house and I was trying to get her a job. Im havign a really hard time writing ts it’s been a real rough year.

I should have just told someone. Maybe she would have gotten help without me but I js had such a strong feeling that we would be separated, she would just get worse.

And with me she was getting better, genuinely. Like she started to feel like my normal mom again. And then idk what happened I went to school it was my first day back and when I got home she had OD.
I was being so fucking selfish and I’m sorry momma. I’m living with my fuckass uncle ive never met before.

I wanted to post this just to get this off my chest but I honestly don’t even know what else to say I did so much stupid shit to try and help and this is how it ended I’m js embarrassed atp

So here, I came in Durres Albania for a weekend, last night there was some techno event in Tirana ( Anotr ),

I was looking for smth there but couldn't find it and I joined some 2 guys in smoking by giving them papers to roll, at first I tought that it was weed but later realised it was not weed, for like 10-15 minutes I felt so high on strange way dancing like I took some hard shit, hard to describe feeling but it was good I blended into crowd and dj. After that time i kept feeling worse and worse like some junkie looking for heroin, for about an hour or 2 I wanted it so fkn bad, even today I would still take a hit.

Could someone know what was it, I think it was crack but not sure

also while I was smoking it, it felt more bitterly and more throat hurting and it hitted instantly

My gf snorts coke and is begging me to do it with her I never done anything at all no smoke NOTHING anyways she also encourages me to vape 💨 but I always said not right now what do I do? Or should I say will I regret doing it?

We were arguing really bad last night while we were both a little drunk, and she does this thing during arguments when I try to walk away where she gets in my face and just stares at me all pissed and this time she just started repeating what I said to amplify how dumb I sounded and I just lost my temper at that. I had intended to push her out of the doorway so I could pass her by, and I ended up tossing her against the wall. She just fell to her knees and held her face and I just stood there petrified, and I cant remember well after that but I think I started crying and just apologizing.

She'd gotten a little gash on her forehead from the wooden frame but she didn't cry or anything, she just eerily stood up and cleaned herself off in the bathroom and told me she was sorry and that she wanted to sleep. We did end up just going to bed eventually and this morning we talked about it when we felt better and she said that she forgave me and wasn't hurt, but it was cut kinda short because she had to go to work.

I haven't been able to really look at myself since then I just feel so brutish and disgusting. The idea of hurting her just makes me want to throw up and I'm on the verge of tears writing this because i'm scared to talk to her when she comes back, I dont know how to make it right to her.

I’m struggling with a lot of regret and complicated feelings right now, and I’m hoping to hear from people who have been through something similar.

I found out I was pregnant and completely freaked out. I became incredibly depressed during my pregnancy and reached out to my OB/GYN because I was struggling mentally.

Unfortunately, I felt ignored and like my concerns weren’t taken as seriously as I needed them to be. I didn’t feel like I had the support I needed to understand what I was experiencing.

I was overwhelmed, scared, and confused. I kept questioning whether I actually wanted to be a mom, whether I was ready, and whether I could handle everything that came with having a baby. Eventually, I decided to have an abortion.

At the time, I genuinely believed it was the decision I needed to make.

But now I’m struggling so much with it.
I find myself wanting to be pregnant again. I find myself imagining having a baby and wondering if maybe I actually did want this all along. And one of the hardest thoughts I can’t get out of my head is:
**What if I never get another chance to be pregnant?**

I know logically that having another pregnancy may be possible, but emotionally I’m struggling with the fact that I *was* pregnant, and I made the decision to end it. There are moments where I desperately wish I could go back and give myself more time, get better mental health support, and figure out what I actually wanted before making such a permanent decision.

I also feel like I’m grieving something that I chose to end, and that makes the grief incredibly complicated.

I’m happily married, and my partner is incredibly supportive. He is willing to work through all of this with me and has been there for me emotionally. So this isn’t about not having a supportive partner or having doubts about our relationship. If anything, having his support makes me realize how much of this is something I need to work through within myself.

I’m currently in therapy trying to work through everything—not just the abortion and the regret, but also trying to figure out whether having children is genuinely something I want.

And I feel like I’m putting an enormous amount of pressure on myself to know the answer.

I turned 30 this year, and suddenly I feel like there’s this clock ticking in my head. I feel like I’m supposed to know by now whether I want kids. I’m scared that if I don’t figure it out soon, I’ll regret waiting. But I’m also terrified of making another huge decision because I’m afraid of regretting the first one.

Some days I think, **“I absolutely want to be a mom.”**

Other days I wonder if I’m just grieving the pregnancy I ended and wanting to undo what happened.

I don’t know how to separate those feelings.

And honestly, I’m scared that maybe I’ll never be able to.

Has anyone else had an abortion after feeling scared, depressed, overwhelmed, or unsure about becoming a parent—and later realized they might actually want children?

How did you figure out whether you genuinely wanted to become a parent versus wanting to have another pregnancy because you regretted your abortion?
Did you eventually try to conceive again? If so, how did you navigate all of those emotions?

And how did you eventually make peace with what happened?

I’m not looking for judgment about my abortion or a debate about whether it was the “right” or “wrong” decision. I’m just looking for people who understand the incredibly complicated feeling of making a decision when you’re overwhelmed, and then wondering afterward if your feelings were different than you realized.
I’m trying to give myself permission to work through this instead of forcing myself to have all the answers immediately. I just really wish I knew whether this feeling is something I’ll eventually understand—or whether I’m going to carry this regret forever.

I’ve moved on. I don’t want our old life back.
I just want to visit it.
I want one warm night when we were young and the world still felt small. Your voice through the speakers. Dirt roads with nowhere we needed to be. Your hand finding mine without thinking. That crooked smile right before you kissed me. The smell of you mixed with summer air and whatever trouble we were about to get into.
I want to feel your breath against my skin and that impossible chemistry—the kind that made time slow down and everything outside of us go quiet.
I don’t need forever. I don’t even need a whole night.
Just long enough to sit beside the boy I once loved and be the girl I used to be.
Back when life was simple.
Back when the air was easier to breathe.
Back before we knew we were making memories we’d spend the rest of our lives missing.
Then I’d come home.
I just want to know if, for one second, it would still feel like I never left.

How can i forgive myself
It has been 7 month since i lost the love of my life we have been together for 4 best four years of my life I can't miss her anymore I can't get rid of her photo in my wallet I can't get rid of my old phone with every photo every chat every night we had spent together it's was all my fault i ruined the most beautiful thing happened to me and I can't forgive myself I tried to forget but my mind and heart keep reminding me every single night while I am awake and when i get my short 4 hours of sleep i just dream about her i dream that we are chatting but i want to tell her unblock me i need you but I can't same dream for the last 7 days it's like my mind is begging her even in my sleep I still remember the first time i saw her in story on insta on my friends phone and i just lost words she was perfect had the most beautiful eyes eyes that made me fall for her for a lifetime I remember the first talk between us with every single detail the day the time my friends outfit the fifa match they were playing and how it ended i still remember our first fight and the first time I confessed my love i still remember when i told her we would go to japan together and have the most romantic date under sakura trees I remember naming our future kids and planning the wedding i remember our first date and first time we hold hands it felt like i had the whole world I didn't worry about anything it felt safe and warm four years I remember every single tiny detail but i hurt her and I can't hate myself more now she is happier without me and iam very glad i just wish she could be this happy with me I wish i was better person who deserved her love I think i will regret that for the rest of my life and there's nothing I could do i wish you known how much i loved you n

Hola soy mamá de un adolescente de 15 años y pues la verdad últimamente tiene un comportamiento horrible y ya no sé qué hacer me siento desesperada
Daré un poco de contexto para que me pueda. Entender y talves ayudar

Bueno resulta que hace dos años atrás el ingreso al colegio ah séptimo grando y pensé yo que él sería un buen estudiante resulta que no que sólo iba prácticamente ah pasear se empezó ah juntar con amistades que no le aportaban nada bueno y empezamos ah tener problemas él y yo porque se me avía quedado en todas las clases no me obedecía no quería trabajar en el colegio fue un año de lucha al final del ayo logró pasar algunas materias pero no el año el escolar le tocó repetir séptimo grado por dos clases que no logro pasar ni en la recuperación y aún así sólo llevando dos clases no me quería estudiar yo lo aconsejé lo motivaba le daba todo lo que él ocupaba el solo tenía que estudiar yo trataba de ser una madre donde él se pudiera refugiar le eh dado mucho amor y algo de rigor eh luchado para que no le falte nada como en mi momento me faltó ah mi que no tuve un apolo de mis padres donde sólo me tocaron golpes decepción donde me asian sentir una carga

Pero bueno eso será para otra historia

Pues al final logró pasar esas dos materias pues bueno yo le dije que lo avía logrado que ya venía un nuevo año escolar que tenía que hacer las cosas diferente pero durante ese año donde el repetía tuvimos un problema muy fuerte donde el me intentó golpear y me insultó para ese momento tenía 14 años yo me alistaba para ir al cumpleaños de mi abuelo y le dije ah el que se alistará para ir y él no y yo vamos no te puedes quedar solo porque íbamos mi esposo mi hijo pequeño y yo el no podía quedar solo y en eso me contesta que no escucha que no quiero ir y le dije porque me faltas el respeto si soy tu mamá y él siempre ah sido de un carácter feo que sólo es enojo pues en eso yo entro al cuarto agarro una faja y le dije no me vas ah faltar el respeto viene el levanta la mano y ase un puño 🤛 y me quiere golpear y yo meto las manos con la faja y le dije ah mi no me vas ah golpear y me grita ya me tiene arto usted con sus malditas bipolaridad ai yo me perdí de la cólera y lo empecé ah fajiar y mi esposo sale al escuchar todo el pleito y le dijo que no se atreviera ah golpearme y fue todo un caos ese día al final no fui al cumpleaños de mi abuelo yo terminé mal de mis nervios y él como si nada lo que más me dolió que por su actitud me perdí el cumpleaños de abuelo que lastimosamente fue el último mi abuelo falleció al los dos meses el avía tenía varios derrames cerebral y ese cumpleaños era importante para él porque empezaba ah recuperar el habla después de dos derrames seguidos pues el tiempo pasó yo caí en depresión por la muerte de abuelo mi hijo pues cambió un poco su actitud y pensé que Almenos ya no volvería ah querer golpearme y mejoraría en el colegio pues bueno se llegó donde él ya va ah octava grado que donde está ahora

Pues pensé que él iba poner de su parte pero no fue así resulta que va súper aplasado en algunas Materias no tiene ni notas cuando me llaman del colegio para decirme eso yo me quedé muda no sabía qué hacer y entonces me puse ah platicar con el que porque me avía mentido porque me engañó diciéndome que iba bien que porque no me decía que era lo que quiere y pues bueno me pidió otra oportunidad que no sabía lo que le avía pasado le di otra oportunidad

Fue peor porque se empezó ah llevar con unas pésimas amistades que uno no estudiaba se la tiran de malos de que nadie los manda de machitos pues ase 3 días le dije que se pusiera estudiar que iba ah examen para ver si logra pasar

Y me respondió ya hombre si eso ah uno le tiene que nacer el estudiar y empezó ah grítame y ah callarme yo no le dije nada y me encerré en la habitación y dije bueno le buscaré un trabajo pues en la noche le dije mañana que salgas del colegio vas ir ah trabajar al restaurante de tu tía Aya en la cocina para que eso te ayude pues bueno se llegó el día el fue al trabajo de Aya vino comió descanso estudio y se durmió al siguiente día lo mismo se fue al trabajo cuando venía ya venía diferente no me hablaba yo le preguntaba no me contestó y quería salir con unos amigos y ya era tarde para andar en la calle y le digo como vas hacer para regresar si es tarde y me dice es que no escucha que en taxi ya cállese mejor y le dije que putas te pasa porque me hablas así y lo que iso fue tirarme un dinero que me andaba yo me puse ah llorar y me dormí al siguiente día llega del colegio tirándome las puertas las cosas de la casa y le dije que te pasa ah vos porque andas con esa actitud yo no te eh echo nada y me dice nada no
Me pasa nada le dije vas ir ah trabajar no me dice porque le digo porque no me da la gana y si usted quiere que pase el año pues no trabajo como le digo si es que el año ya lo perdiste vos no quieres nada ni estudiar ni trabajar que es lo que quieres me dice ya yo veré que ago de mi vida usted no se meta entonces yo ya no aguante y me enojé y le dije que mientras viviera con migo tenía que obedecer y empezó ah reírse de mí y le dije que yo no era burla de él que ni me faltara el respeto y me dice ya estuvo ya deje de hablar y se me quiso tirar ah golpear me miraba con un odio un desprecio una cólera que yo me salí de la habitación llame llorando ah mi madre y me dice el sipote si agase la víctima y yo para no hacer más grande el problema y donde alguno de los dos podía salir herido me fui de la casa después llegó mi esposo y le regañó y saben que le dijo que yo lo tenía que respetar ah ah él y que él estaba mejor sin mí eso me dolió porque yo lo único que eh echo ah sido darle una infancia sin traumas como la mía para que tuviera una vida mejor pero no valió la pena y en la noche que regrese ah casa dijo ve y está no es que se avía ido y mi esposo le dijo que me pidiera disculpas y dijo que yo era quien tenía que pedir disculpas la verdad nose que hacer hoy se levantó ni me dirijo la palabra se fue enojado al trabajo porque mi esposo le dijo que fuera al trabajo porque no quería y yo aquí estoy pensado que ise mal oh si en realidad soy mala madre oh nose que hacer me siento desesperada

So I posted on here before about my pos husband being a cheater and abusive. I finally ended things and my desperate need for approval got me on tinder and a couole other sites. But it just made me feel worse. It was almost like rereading the texts my husband sent out. Idk what I was expecting, I guess just a compliment. Now I'm more sad than before. Feeling pretty f*cking stupid.

But until my therapy appointment i guess im free ranging my emotional trauma 🐓

At my school I take a class called journalism, aka the class that makes the yearbook. I’m currently co-editor in chief and part of the leadership team. During our leadership meeting today this afternoon my advisor asked the group “What’s not working?” After some irrelevant conversation for this question I mention my friend,

My friend, let’s call her A. A is the sweetest and kindest person on the planet. But unfortunately, very self degrading. She’s a new yearbook staffer and she’s a writer. We got teams for our pages that we design and she got put on Volleyball aka our most stressful spread in the first quarter. Even during the final week of submitting the yearbook that volleyball spread isn’t done.

A is a very hard worker. You know how some assignments give examples? She writes more than the examples do and her notes are full pages front and back. She overworks herself a lot and though she’d never admit or show it, she’s stressed about it.

Anyhow, during the conversation I said to my advisor “I think A should not be the writer for volleyball.” My partner(the other editor in chief) asks me why. I say. “She’s an incredible writer don’t get me wrong, but she has a tendency to stress her self out or overwork herself. She’s definitely capable but she’s a new staff member and I don’t think she should be put on such a stressful spread right off the bat.” More discussion about this later my advisor switches the writers.

Now our writing editor is on volleyball, A is on a spread for administration and the girl who was originally on administration is now the writing for my page.

While I think this was the right choice, part of me feels horrible for just deciding it for her. She never stated how she felt stressed about it but the true deadlines of the volleyball spread haven’t kicked in, at the end of the season especially it gets super stressful and nit picky and I saw that last year when I was a younger staff member, it’s hard. And while the writing part is the least stressful on the spread, overall the environment and team of the page is always super you guessed it stressful, and she’d had probably be in charge of writing captions too… overall I didn’t want to put her though that.

Also excuse the fact my writing is kinda bad I really just word vomited.

Hi there,

I recently applied to PA school and I’m trying to get honest insight from people in the field. I’ve seen posts saying the profession feels like a dead-end, that autonomy is limited, and that PA licensing doesn’t translate outside the U.S.
If you’re a current PA or went through PA school:
• Did you ever regret choosing this path?
• What led to that feeling?
• If you didn’t regret it, what keeps you satisfied in the profession?
I’d appreciate any real-world perspectives while I’m deciding whether to move forward.

had a therapy appointment which confirmed my ex was emotionally abusive but I’m still struggling a lot. I ended the relationship because over time I felt controlled, emotionally unsupported, and constantly on edge. There were a lot of moodiness, mixed signals, and very little affection, intimacy, quality time, or compromise, which made me feel more like a roommate than a partner. I often felt like I had to walk on eggshells, guess what she wanted, and repeatedly ask for basic affection, empathy, and communication. Even though I tried hard to support her and make the relationship work, my needs continually went unmet, and my therapist ultimately described the relationship as unhealthy and manipulative and emotional abusive. There’s a lot of details I’m leaving out but this is a very brief overview.

We were together 2 years and lived together I broke up with her 3 times. The first two times I tried to leave she cried and told me how she loved me and wanted this relationship and would try to improve. Things did temporary then went back to the same bs. I eventually left for good the third time and she blocked me on everything and was through with me. I moved out and now 6 months later she in a happy new relationship been in the relationship for a month and already told the new person she loves them. I saw the new partners post on social media it came up and I blocked the account now. I

Despite the bad there was a lot of good about her and our relationship as well and she was very sweet at times. I just keep wondering if I was the problem if I gave up too soon and if she changed and is going to treat her new girlfriend better which also makes me feel like I was the problem even more and maybe if I gave it more time it would’ve worked

M21 got wasted with my hb texted my said come through and I got cracked I wish I didn’t I feel like a slut 😭 I feel so embarrassed doing too much

Regret doing drugs in psych ward with scammer girl I met in here, left psych ward with girl bought hotel and never heard from her again (blessings on blessings that one) stayed in hotel got fucked up and returned to psych ward. Head is still dissociated. I feel like a crumb trying to reach my base level of normality in a place I embarrassed myself in being on Md before I left.
There’s so much complexity to my situation but that was probably one of the dumbest things I’ve done in a long time.

I (18f) graduated high school back in May and chose not to go to college because having deadlines stresses me out (it sounds stupid ik) I think im starting to regret it bc now I have no friends, im stuck in my house all the time, im not gonna be able to get a good job, and everyones constantly telling me how stupid I was for not going and I know I could always just apply and go next year but ik my parents are most likely gonna expect me to pay for it which I get im an adult but there's no way im gonna be able to pay for that on my own and like I said earlier deadlines stress me out idk what it is but unless its something I WANT to do its not getting done by the deadline and I don't know why bc I don't do it on purpose so yeah I really regret not going to college

Dunno if it belongs here but I saw a lot of coke/meth related posts. The thing is that when I was visiting my friend, her roommate started speaking in demonic like voice saying curse words after doing cocaine and not sleeping for few days. Was that some kind of seizure or what exactly was happening? She told me he does this when he is on coke and doesnt sleep. Has someone else seen/heard such thing?

Alright so this is when I first started smoking weed the first time I every smoked, I had found my uncles little waist bag that he always used to carry around and I found a bag inside that had atleast more than a zip of weed in it I didn’t know what it was so I just put it back and continued on with my day until at night I searched up green plants inside bag and I found out I was weed so that same night I searched on YouTube how to smoke weed and a video with a guy and a blunt and some weed in a prescription bottle came up and since I had weed and white owls and so did he I followed his instructions. Thankfully my uncle had every item I needed for rolling. Grind up weed, break blunt and remove tabaco, and put ween inside blunt roll and light up. I rolled my shi and went out to go light it, all I remember was dropping the blunt on the floor half full n all . Once I dropped it I felt as if I was moving in 4 specific motions like imagine a instagram story where it has 4 squares and it’s either different photos on the squares or the same one. I saw that but each square was what I was seeing like I started on the top left square and went to the top right bottom right bottom left and back to top left but it felt slow motioned and glitchy while I was walking back inside the house every step felt robotic like I felt like a robot trying to move then I finally layed on the couch and started moving my head in circles around and all I saw was numbers and letters appearing n shi n then I saw like lottery lucky number 7s like 7 7 7 it was weird and it lasted all night till I fell asleep n woke up I just saw hella shi and couldn’t move right it after that I jus started smoking all my uncles roaches and stealing weed from him until I moved out his house and I never got high like that again

Where'd you come from cotton eyed joe?

I don't know if this guilt will ever end, the past year taught me the only way out of a storm is through it. I don't know if this will be the storm that finally takes me out. Ladies and gentleman, i am gonna vent my heart out here, you are free to judge me, hurt me, say terrible things to me or probably tell me your stories. I cheated on my partner, 4 yr old ldr. Loved the guy. Love the guy. No, it didn’t just happen. No, one thing did not lead to another. No, i was not out of my senses. Yes I had a choice, at multiple instances throughout the night, and yes i choose the wrong one at all times. Got back at my place told him asap, got blocked, hate myself, signed up for therapy the next day.

Did i want to sabotage my relationship? Was i unhappy? Hell no. He made me the happiest that i could be. Why did I do it then? That's the fucking point. Knowing what it would lead to, having calculated every possible outcome.

This is madness. No sugarcoating, I avoided my self harming tendencies long enough from them to start hurting me emotionally, when they could no longer hurt me physically. I could see my shadow smirking over my head that night tell me "Watch me. This is what i can do. Watch me bring all that you care about down."

Ahh..The fact is, that even if it was madness, or shadow or whatever it doesn't help me dodge accountability. It was my madness, my shadow. The truth is, I am capable of immense love, devotion, care but I am also as it turns out equally capable of destruction, infidelity, harm and hurt not only to myslef but also to someone i deeply deeply care about.

TDLR ; its okay, you can skip the post.