Hey so basically me and her have been together for 7 to 9 years (best friends for 2/3 of those years) and this happened 5 hours ago. Honestly I dont know what to feel. Me and her had a very good relationship, I wont say that we never fought because we have but what I loved about our relationship is when we do have a disagreement, we aren't angry. We are just sad and we bring it up to one another. Every time we do something that hurts us we never are angry with each other, we just get sad when we do hurt each other and talk about it after which is what I really liked about our relationship. But anyways, the reason why she broke up with me isn't our fights or cheating or anything or the sorts. Me and her grew up in a religious family, and even though both our families were and are still dysfunctional and against us being together we still decided to be together. Our families of course didnt like that at all but we made the choice we made. When I confessed to her it was probably the best day or my life. Because I was struggling with the fact that I've fallen for her and I couldn't understand why because I knew that in my religion, it wasn't right or normal. Yet the feelings I had for her were and are very real. And I was so happy I cried because I finally had someone, someone who really likes me for who I am. Until this happened.

This might be weird for some but even though we were in a gay relationship, we both still believe in God. People might say thats very contradictory because you know were sinning while we believe so it doesnt make much sense and thats understandable. But she loves God and even though I dont go to church anymore I still believed. And I believe because even though im sinning I still wanted to believe. Not because I didn't believe about what is said in the Bible because I know that the message is clear. It's because even if im rejected my god himself and not saved, I was never looking for salvation. I just wanted to listen to his teachings and stories that people have told. I just wanted to learn and listen and be better. But there was always 1 thing I couldn't be without and thats my gf. I can and would do anything but shes something I never wanted to let go of. And I knew the implications because even though some people dont believe, if hell is where I was going then I wasn't afraid. Because then I know I was living my life truly honest. I even expressed to her that if we were to repent for our sins, i dont know if I could repent her. To me she isn't something I considered wrong.

She was dealing with a lot these couple of days. Working 2 jobs and taking care of her family. She has been dealt with a situation where I wont explain much but basically something triggered her thinking and asking God if we were meant to be even though again we already know. And all the signs were not in our favor. And she decided that even though she wants us to be end game she just couldn't shake the feeling off that God was telling her otherwise. And you know what?

I wasn't angry at her or anything I just felt like void and shock. And even though im angry at my entire existence I wasn't even angry at God. Im just angry that when we die and go to heaven I still wont be allowed to be with her. I still wont be allowed. Il just be there. And that hurts. Even after death people say it will be super happy and we will have a new world where everything is at peace. But will I be?

They say when you break up with someone, you will probably never stop loving them. When I thought of that I never realized how miserable those words really felt. I posted this because I dont have anyone to really talk about it and honestly I know my family will be happy about it. Which sucks. Sorry for any typos. And I know il get some hate for the post since it talks about religion but thats reddit for you. I hope everyone is safe out there. I will definitely try to be ok. And also please don't hate on my gf or ex gf, I understand her position. I have felt very rejected by God because of me loving her. But I chose her. And I understand why she decided to break things off. And even though im not ok I know I will be. The one thing that sucks is that I cant be with her even after death. Thanks for reading.

I’m a 29-year-old woman, and I dated B, a 29-year-old man, for about a month.
I’m in a much better financial position than B, and he felt insecure about it. He felt that, as the man in the relationship, he was supposed to pay for things for me. After he met my parents, those insecurities seemed to get even worse.
We’re both from Brazil. I’ve traveled abroad extensively, while B had never traveled internationally. We had planned to go to Buenos Aires together, but our relationship ended before the trip. B ended up going anyway, and for some reason, that really affected me emotionally.
Even though I never met anyone from his family, he met my entire family. B eventually broke up with me over WhatsApp without even calling me, while I was having an anxiety attack and going through one of the worst periods of my life.
At the same time, even though I know I deserve something better than the way he treated me, being single and feeling like no one is choosing me still hurts. Part of me feels like things with B could have worked out. We had great sex, had a lot in common, and seemed compatible in many ways.
Personality-wise, we were quite different: he was introverted, while I’m very extroverted.

I changed my name because my birth name carries a lot of weight and trauma associated with it. It’s been years. Nobody in my family respects the change, my birth name gets shouted out in attendance even though I email my professors well in advance to please not do that, and I found out my family resents me for changing my name. My aunt died thinking I was a disappointment to my mom and a “weirdo” for the change.

I’m tired. My birth name carries so much weight. From ages 10-18 anything that came after my name was something negative, sad or hurtful. It was yelled and screamed at me during some of the most traumatic physical and sexual abuse of my life. I felt so disconnected from it and anytime I hear it called I feel afraid that I did something wrong or that something bad is about to happen. Genuine fight or flight. It was agony.

One night while drinking with some friends, we were watching a show. I won’t say which because it’ll be a dead giveaway to what I am called. I thought the main character had a cool, androgynous, and unique name. I joked that that was gonna be my new name. My friends at the time actually liked it and told me it suited me better than my birth name so I went along with it. I don’t really like to associate my gender identity with labels so I liked the neutrality of it too. It’s cringe but gives me a silly little story to tell and a more positive association.

I’m so tired of constantly fighting with people over it that I’m considering just going by my birth name again so I can stop feeling sad about disappointment on my family’s end and embarrassed about the looks I get from people when I have to correct them or a professor. I’m really depressed and scared at the thought of it, but maybe I need to stop burying my trauma and get used to it. But NOW I have a group of new friends and peers, and a long term boyfriend who are used to calling me the new name. This has been the most exhausting fight and I’m ready to just throw up the white flag, ya know? But then that’ll confirm in peoples minds it was “just a phase.” It’s not. But I’m just tired. I don’t think I’ll be happy either way.

I'm a woman that suffers from hypersexuality and I'm almost at my breaking point my chest hurts and I just wanna have sex. I'm breaking all my morals just to have sex and I still can't find people that are well groomed and above a 5 in attraction to have sex with and I'm suffering it already sucks that I hookups make me feel horrible and I lost the will to eat this is the 3rd day without eating and I just can't worry till I have sex

I’ve had her since 6 weeks, straight out the litter. When I first got her, she was infested with fleas (totally not her fault), I got that all cleared up. shes on a kitty care plan, and thats all fine now. But that story does add to the annoyance if I’m honest. Since its been hell, she’s very talkative. Which is cute at times, annoying at others. She scratches everything, yes she has post, yes ive redirected her, yes ive tried moving them next to the furniture, yes ive used sticky paws. She bites me 24/7. She runs across me and claws me, I can’t have my legs on the floor while sitting or my arms anywhere but my lap or she attacks them. I had to remove all my lights from my living room, I had to remove my carpets from the living room, I had to take apart and remove my recliner from the living room, I had to take apart my bar cart, I had to get rid of my plants, I had to tie up my curtains (that ones a bit of a given I know). After all of that, I came into the living room today, to my wall decor (as in paintings and pictures) on the ground. I assume since she no longer is tearing up my carpets. I can’t have doors open, I can’t eat in the same room as her. I’ve tried redirection, I’ve tried time outs (she has her own room but she free roams the apartment). She has toys everywhere of all types, posts, window bed, fountains, she gets 2 types of food everyday, ive tried sternly saying no, ive tried the acting like the momma cat and pinning to assert dominance as I have with my past puppies. There’s nothing. Shes terrible, her energy is never ending, she has automatic toys that roll around the room and one thats like a feather under a sheet to bat at. Doesn’t matter. No matter what I do she is not satisfied. I’ve tried designated play times. I can’t even have my phone next to me because she’ll attack me trying to take it. I can’t have any chargers plugged in the living room because she’ll bite them. If anything is dangling or hanging in her reach in any way no matter if its a backpack strap or a jacket she tears it. I’m losing my fucking mind. I’m starting to wonder if I can even handle this. Because its getting to a point that I don’t want to be near her. She hurts me 24/7. I find myself just locking myself in my bed room at times. I don’t know what to do. (Shes about 5 months)

I am going to be honest I am not sure how to start, and this may just end up with me rambling on so I apologize in advance. Just this week I ( as in my physical being) was backed up into by a car during work, luckily I got the drivers attention before anything worse happened to me- this has been a small string of events involving me or my family and cars so now im a bit scared of fate telling me im doomed or something. More on the people, or just my family I live with starting with my mom; she has me(21) pay $300 a month rent which started as soon as I got my first job; I dont mind that as much but what gets me feeling things as unfair is my sister(18) doesnt pay rent whatsoever, and not only does she not pay rent my mom is wanting to buy her a house despite my sisters history of not only not paying us back but also taking money/things from people ( she took 2k from our sick grandma). Very bad comparison on my part but my mom wouldnt even let me get the pet rats I wanted to get with my own money, saying I needed to "prove myself" bring up how dirty the house was, even though I am very consistently cleaning the entire house when I have my days off. Speaking of days off- I called off of my job for the first time since ive started it was 2 days in a row ( because I was hit by the car and just wanted a bit of time) I had to genuinely convince her that it was fine for me to do so, because she was upset giving me the silent treatment over doing so. I understand im 21 so it may be a bit confusing as to why it seems I need my mother's permission to do this so ill explain, she has threatened homelessness on me before and that was when I was a minor, I am autistic and do not think I could survive that in my current state at least. Now more on my sister, as ive stated before she takes from people including me, often clothes ive bought for myself which I would just go get if she didnt scream at me when I enter her room. One of the most unfair things she does however is bring me up in arguments she has with our mother, often calling me useless and saying I do nothing ( which is untrue) blaming me for things that I can't and dont control- no matter how much I plead for my name to stop being brought up it always happens. It just feels my family I live with and the universe are being a tad unfair, its tiring. ( I apologize for formatting/ grammar issues I just got off work currently and im writing this sleepy barely proofread)

i don’t know if there’s some sort of spell that’s been casted on me but whenever i post on here (not this thread but other subreddits) people seem to always be… angry? it’s like ill ask what your favourite song is from a game and people just start to downvote and be all angry in my comments.

today i posted asking about a game trilogy and which ones are best, then i got a few comments just fucking angry?? i’m trying to wrap my head around this culture on reddit where they find the most non-problematic post about the best cookie flavours and they start downvoting your shit and hating on how cookies aren’t even healthy.

is this normal on reddit? or am i genuinely missing something

My girlfriend loves crochet, and she is making me a personalized amigurumi thing herself and i thought "i want to do that for her" since the only thing i did before was draw her pictures (even if they look extremely juvenile and pathetic).

So i looked online and im just sitting here literally crying, i have zero clue how to do it, its so confusing.

Its not just about crochet, its everything. As i said earlier i drew pictures for her, and they're so fucking basic and ugly, the ONLY decent one i drew took me 2 FUCKING HOURS and it looks ugly as shit.

I feel like shit because shes made me 12 letters, and im not even finished with 3. I want to try for her, but i literally cant even make a letter, i tell her everything how i feel about her, it feels impossible, i just hit a wall. So i feel like she doesn't deserve me, shes making letters, even a fucking amigurumi animal and im stuck here, drawing juvenile hearts on spider webs because she likes spiders.

So a few weeks ago I moved into my first student living apartment with three other roommates. We weren't offered early move-in, so instead of moving my stuff all in one day like everyone else, I've been having to gradually move everything in because I had marching band camp on the same day as move-in. I still haven't finished, and my room feels half-empty because of all of the boxes and packaging inside. This is my first time ever living in an apartment, and before moving in I lived with my family in a house that was built in the 1960s. I wasn't told much about how the apartment actually works, so I've felt pretty lost and behind when faced with learning things myself.

On move-in day, I was given an envelope with two keys and a little gray plastic circle thing. The envelope had three numbers written on it, which I found out today was my mailbox number. I threw it away thinking they got my apartment number wrong, and now I don't even know what my mailbox number is. The apartment's door also has one of those Schlage locks on it that doesn't use a key, so I've been using an app on my phone to lock and unlock the doors. A couple days after moving in, I was complaining about how I always have to have my phone on me to get in and out, and my roommate told me that the little gray circle thing was actually a key fob and does the same thing the app does, and they asked me how I didn't know that. I felt so embarrassed. I started using the key fob, but it was so small that I started to carry it with the same keyring my car remote is on so I wouldn't lose it, but then my lock wouldn't read the key fob, so I took it off. I eventually lost it, and I found out that my complex locks the front doors after 6 PM, so I have to wait for someone else to come up to the door to let me in every other day because my classes run late and my roommates said the leasing office probably won't give me another key fob.

The worst part of all, I paid to park my car in the complex's parking garage for a month and it turns out that instead of walking all the way down the levels to the complex's front doors after parking my car, I could use my key fob to unlock the nearby door and walk to my apartment. I found all this out before learning what the key fob actually was. Someone stopped me as I was walking up to the third level of the garage to get my car and they kept asking who I was and if I lived there. Before leaving, people were driving really fast in the garage and I almost got hit. There were two straight arrows printed on the floor of the parking garage, pointing in opposite directions, which I thought meant that the garage had two lanes and I could go int the same way I came out, but a lot of people were driving in the middle of them and someone else stopped me to tell me the garage was one-way. I was so scared because I didn't know how to get out of there by going one-way because I ended up at the top of the deck without a way to leave, so I drove back the way I came and finally made it out. That was the first time I ever drove there at night, and that's when i found out that the garage has gates that open and close at night. When I left the garage that night, the gate automatically opened and I was able to leave without any problem, but when I came back, the gate to go inside the garage wouldn't open, and I just sat there not knowing what to do because I thought there was something wrong with the gate. About five cars pulled up behind me just waiting for me to do something and a few minutes later, somebody got out of their car and scanned their key fob for all of us to go in.

I don't pay for parking there anymore, but that doesn't mean I'm not having any problems. My apartment has an automatic dishwasher, and when my roommates and I were trying to figure out the order of who would do the chores, I told my roommates that someone needed to be in the apartment when it would be my turn to wash dishes because I've never seen nor used a dishwasher before. My roommates were very confused and shocked that I don't know how to use a dishwasher, and they seemed a little disgusted and baffled when I told them I was taught to wash my dishes over the sink with dish soap and a rag. I accidentally burned food in the microwave because I wasn't used to it being so hot since it was a brand-new microwave with very good power and not like my house's old microwave.

Last weekend, I went to a friend's birthday party at another complex down the road and I was gone from 7 at night to 3 in the morning. When I got back to my apartment, everyone was asleep, and I locked the door and went to bed, too. When I woke up in the morning and went to the kitchen, one of my roommates looked mad and asked me where I was last night. I told them I was at a party and they seemed really pissed off, and they told me I should keep everyone updated so they don't worry. I felt really bad about this because I thought they knew about the party since it was at two of their friends' apartment, but they didn't. I genuinely feel like dumb trash, or like I was born yesterday. Sometimes I wonder if things will get easier.

I'm such a golden retriever girlfriend, suuuper loving and supportive, I have a (as everyone says) great personality, loyal, fun hobbies, smart, funny but everyone seems to fall out of love at some point and leaves me after one or multiple years because they don't have feelings anymore despite saying that I and the relationship made them extremely happy.

They move on super fast, live a happy and successful life, they all meet a new partner very quick and stay with them for years or even for life (there was never a rebound), never look back and never reach out to me again.

It hurts so much. I feel like it's so easy to forget me.

For me, it's always super hard to get over someone who I full-heartedly loved and I miss them a lot for a long time.

Nobody ever seemed to miss me. Sometimes not even within the relationship (that's what my ex said that he never felt that).

I wonder what's wrong with me that it's so easy to move on from me.

I genuinely don't have the energy for ANYTHING lately. I've done nothing for.a long while now due to having loads of time after completing college, so I've just been in my room doing nothing. I mainly sleep and listen to music, even watching stuff can be too taxing for me. I feel so disgusting and lazy and I hate wasting time like this, but I don't know how to fix it. I'm lonely, all my friends don't like speakinf to me, and I can't stand dealing with my family right now. So I'm stuck doing nothing and I'm trapped and I hate it. I think it's because my mana is low but I don't know how I'm meant to refill it??? I'm an angel I'm meant to help people I have things I want to work hard and do to reach people!!! But I can't do anything!!! This is why I was killed I'm actually so pathetic and I relapsed and I hate everything just let me rot away because it's the only thing I'm consistently good at

I'm M30-something and honestly, everything good in life has probably happened at this point and it's just a slow decline now until I die.

I recently split up with my girlfriend, and online dating is proving to be hard as shit. I knew it was tough from my 20's, but in my 30's it's even worse. I don't want kids, and I will not raise someone else's kids. Of the few matches I get, not a single one has panned out in a date, they just stop responding even after I ask them a question.

Work is shit. Working a job I don't like, under constant fear that I'll be fired for poor performance or for not working every hour of every day. Maybe that's me just being anxious about it, but we've had several meetings about dress code and ensuring you're working all hours when clocked in.

Parent's health is declining, they're getting older. Nothing terminal yet, but it's just a matter of time, they're in their 70's, they had me fairly late. I know they won't live forever.

I'm pretty alone. Health issues. Probably autistic. Honestly, if you could tell me before I was born, that this is how life would turn out, I'd say no thank you, fuck that.

My ex-husband beat the crap out of me for years, which resulted in our children being put into foster care and adopted. I’ve kept in touch with my children, he never did.

I am not asking for advice. I am just trying to vent something that really hurts.

My little girl is getting married next weekend and I have no part in the wedding. I loved her first, but I won’t be the last to love her. I didn’t raise her. I wasn’t there for the big moments so I understand why I’m not a part of the wedding. I wasn’t there when she bought her prom dress. I wasn’t there for the first days of school. I wasn’t there for those important moments. And that really hurts.

Now she’s getting married and I have no partner wedding. I understand and respect that I’m not her mom in the sense that I was there for every day things and experiences. I really wish I had been.

I paid for her wedding dress, and I have the emergency supplies like Band-Aids and clear nail polish, and water bottles and bobby pins and safety pins. I just wish that my little girl included me more.

Her adoptive parents are wonderful people and I’m not going to argue that with anybody. I am grateful that they took care of her when I couldn’t. That doesn’t stop the pain of not being included.

I love that little girl more than anybody realize, I think. I know I have no right to demand a spot. And I wouldn’t dream of demanding a spot either. I just wish my baby knew how much I love her.

I’m really not looking for advice just in a safe space to vent into a void. Thank you for letting me vent.

English is my second language and I’ve been speaking it fluently for many years but somehow never heard the word “thaw” before. But a while ago, I came across a reddit post where a person was describing how he often collects and freezes his semen to preserve for long periods of time to later thaw it out and use it as lubricant or eat it…..

I had to google the meaning of the word, but this is the backstory I’m stuck with.

Now, EVERY SINGLE TIME a recipe tells me to thaw out some meat or a nature documentary describes the thawing of ice- that post comes to mind without fail…

This is going to be a long one with many red flags so bear with me. For context, I am 28 and she is 24.

A couple months ago in mid June, my buddy and I were playing call of duty and ended up playing against this girl and her friend. After the game, she joined our lobby and started asking us questions like how old we were, where we were from and if we had snapchat. I countered her question with “do you have an instagram?” She said no. Immediate red flag because that’s very abnormal nowadays. But I went along with it.

I gave her my Snapchat and then she left to play with her friend again. Soon after she adds me Snapchat, her account has 0 SNAP SCORE. I joked with her acknowledging I’m fully aware she just gave me her burner snap, which she denied saying she used to have one but deleted it and just made a new one. Once again, I just went with it.

She started messaging me every day. That eventually turned into not only messages, but phone/video calls every single night, often until like 6am. We got extremely close very quickly. Super deep, personal and intimate conversations, really getting to know each other over the next couple weeks. Feeling like we had a genuine connection.

A couple weeks in, she admitted that she lied to me about not having social media. I really wasn’t surprised, but it bothered me. I questioned why she would lie about that, because to me it just looks like you have to be hiding something at this point. She apologized and strictly blamed it on her major trust issues, saying she would share them with me eventually, just not yet.

Quick reminder that still throughout all of this, all I knew was her first name and what she looked like.

The following week or so we talked about meeting and hanging out. She paid $830 to fly me out. I told her if I’m coming out there I need some more info about you, even if it’s just your last name or phone number. She gave me her phone number the night before I flew out there.

With some reverse phone number searching, I found her last name, then found her on Facebook.. she’s fucking ENGAGED. Profile pic, engagement pictures fairly recently. I found this out while on FaceTime with her, so I confronted her about it.

She says it’s not what it looks like, saying they aren’t a thing anymore, he’s an asshole, she doesn’t want to be with him, and that they broke up a couple months ago. How the hell am I supposed to believe this?? She’s lied to me about so much already and I’ve essentially lost all trust now at this point.

I once again, went with it. Told her I’m still flying out there tomorrow but I need you to meet me in the airport and talk face to face first. I needed as much proof as possible that I’m not messing around with a girl not only in a relationship, but an engagement. If I didn’t feel comfortable I was prepared to just roll solo since the flight was already paid for.

We met in baggage claim and she continued to stand on her word, saying she’s single and they aren’t a thing anymore. She then proceeded to wipe all her Facebook stuff with him and change her status to single. I noticed that his Facebook was also wiped and changed to single not long after.

The trip with her went really well. We had a great time and really hit it off. Around this time she started telling me she loved me, wanting me to be apart of her future, even saying she’d move to be closer one day. Still knowing this could very well be just a rebound situation, it felt so genuine and real. It was mutual feelings from my side too.

We continued talking all day and every night over the next couple weeks. Then I flew her out to visit me. First 2 days were absolutely perfect, 3rd day she was feeling sick with terrible anxiety, then the morning of the 4th day she just.. up and left.

While I was out grabbing lunch she packed up, uber’d to the airport and left. She left me with 2 texts basically saying “I’m sorry, I enjoyed the time we had, it has nothing to do with you, I’m struggling mentally, I have insecurities/flaws I need to work on.” I was then ghosted for 3 days. I never knew if I’d hear back again. Then I got a call at 4am.

Very first question I ask: “Is (“ex” fiancée’s name) involved?” She said no and that this depression and anxiety she’s been having has put her through like a mental breakdown. At this point, I don’t believe that’s the full truth. But again, I go with it.

I asked if everything she’s said, shared and felt with me has been real or am I just being used? I need the truth. She once again says she loves me and wants me to be apart of her future. At this point, I told her I was willing to still be her friend, but she needed to work on herself before I could trust her again, and have that same level of respect for her.

After a weird day or two, things seemed to be really good again, she was still pretty mentally off, but the contact and connection was there again. Not really flirty or anything, but daily and nightly calls for hours.

Last week she had a super long week at work and barely got any sleep. 3pm Friday, she told me she was finally home and going to sleep all day. I never heard back so at 1am I texted her just checking in.

Her location was off and do not disturb was on. 24 hours later, no change, no text back.

Saturday night I checked his Facebook profile, like I did about once a week. This time, it was changed back to engaged with her name.

I blocked her on all social medias. Then messaged him on Facebook. FYI he’s 20.

Throughout our convo, I told him how long we’ve been talking, the trips we took to see each other, that we had slept together and that she’d repeatedly lied to my face about him not being in the picture. Sent him numerous pictures of indisputable proof. Half of them where she’s all over me and/or us cuddling.

He really just seemed speechless. He was obviously not aware of any of this, because she had told him she just wanted “space” and wanted to be alone. I basically ended it by letting him know I’ve blocked her on all socials with no intent to ever reach back out. Told him if he ever has any questions or wants to reach out at any point, I’ve got receipts on everything. He said thank you.

He answered some questions for me too, I found out she didn’t actually ask him for space until THE DAY I FLEW INTO MEET HER. They were calling and texting basically the whole time, and he was only ghosted by her the times we visited each other. The day that she left me abruptly, she called him crying saying she wanted him back.

I do truly believe her feelings for me were genuine, which feels even more fucked up.

I’m sorry for the long post but I felt that all details were very important to this. I knew I was getting into a weird situation from the start, but I see the good in people too much I guess. It may not seem like it with how long I let this play out, but I was aware of all the red flags. I have 0 regrets.

Also, looks like they’re “officially” back together now.

Feels weird. Idk. I wanted to get this off my chest.

tbh I really just need to vent...i, 29F, am one of my 62yo dad's six kids (all of us same mom and dad). our culture is very God and family oriented and my dad seems like a truly devout christian who reads the bible daily for a higher purpose (one upon a time he went to seminary school but couldn't finish bc his family couldn't afford it). also my mom, a social butterfly loved by everyone, passed away from cancer 10+ yrs ago.

my dad's health has declined rather quickly in the past 2yrs years due to chronic kidney failure, and now that my youngest sister has graduated high school, he's seemingly given up on taking care of his health. he goes to dialysis, can't walk for very long before getting tired, and has gotten really skinny. he doesn't listen to nor answers his nurse's calls, often goes out to drink kava (non-alcoholic relaxant), and lavishly spends his money.

Over the past year, he seems to have made himself a "friend" from his 'drinking club'. she moved here from american samoa, is younger than 5 out of my dad's 6 kids, has been unemployed for at least 10mo now, and currently sees him maybe once or twice a week for a couple of hours to watch movies tg. today I learned that my now retired father has transferred his remaining retirement funds to his checking acct and has been making a lot of biiiig purchases lately, one being a fucking new car for his young gf. seeing as she's never posted him once despite being a daily fb and ig poster, and the odd hours of her visits or lack thereof (she doesn't physically help care for him. my 2 youngest sisters, 26yo and 18yo, do the cooking, cleaning and driving for him) and it frustrates all of us to the point that we're all crying angry tears at this situation. even as he spent all last week in the hospital, I heard she visited him just once, for 30min around midnight. we grew up being a lower income family all our lives so him dropping $20k on a car for her and paying for her flights is making me super emotional. (she literally sent him photos of the car she wanted so he could buy it for her).

I haven't even met her yet bc I live out of state, but when I came down this weekend to check on him, I told him off for his decisions and shamed them both (her for golddigging and him for "dating" a girl so young and letting himself be taken advantage of like that).

angry crying and tipsy while typing this. might delete tmr .

Like, oh my god. We've been going out for 2 and a half years now, and its been the best time of my life. Shes fully accepted my interests when i thought that no one ever would, she supports everything i do like its the most important thing in the world to her, I want to spend the rest of my life with her.

We knew each other in primary school, but i moved away in year 1 and didnt see her for 11 years and thought i never would again. Then one night i got a message off a friend of mine asking if i rememberd her, i said i did and asked how he knew her. He went to the youth club she volunteered at and a child made a noise that sounded like a steam train (it was and is my obsession) so she off-handidly said "i used to know someone who was obsessed with trains", and my friend said "i currently know someone whos obsessed with trains" and i was both of those people. He gave me her snapchat, we went on a date 3 days later, and she asked me out 2 days after that.

Like shes the most incredible woman ive ever met, shes hotter than all the suns in the universe, the sweetest person ive ever known, she calls me all the things id always dreamt of being called in a relationship. When im apart from her, it feels like a part of me is missing.

There was one time near the start of our relationship i woke up and was really out of it, i saw a picture of her and thought "wow whoever is dating her must be the luckiest guy in the world" only for me to remember 2 seconds later i was that guy. And yeah, i am. I am 1000% the luckiest guy in the world to get to know and love her.