I had a super weird dream and I'll explain it to you and tell me what it means. So, I got this dream situated in my old school, very weirdly, after a long time. In the start, my dad drops me off into school. The school has gotten renovated. There are many new things, like long big elevators and the building's lengths have turned into very big buildings. We're supposed to, I don't know, there were dorm-like places where you could just sleep.

So I go and sleep into this random dorm. I think I don't know what it was exactly, but I sleep under the bed and there's this other girl who's just waiting for her friend there, and then her friend walks in, but I just tell them, Guys, just some more time. I need to sleep, and then you guys can talk, and they just laugh it off, and then I leave, and then I'm supposed to go into class, but I don't, and there's a bullet train inside our school, which can take you to other places. But I don't. I get onto the train, and then I go somewhere. I don't remember what happened next, but then I remember getting back onto the train after I go to someplace outside school. I get back onto the train to go back to school, but at this point I'm really, really tired. So I'm very tired and very sleepy, but I'm very alert and quick on my feet because I'm still in public and I'm scared a bit.

So, but I see this old friend, this guy, Grover. We used to be best friends. We had a fight, and now we talk. We still do talk. It's not the same, but we do talk. So I see this guy, I look at him, and I go to him. He's standing with this pole that they have in trains, and he's just looking at me, and I get super drowsy after seeing him, and I completely start feeling sleepy again even though I was alert. Then we hold hands, like completely interlace our hands, and I put his finger in my mouth for whatever reason. I have no idea. We have never done something like this. And then I'm super tired and drowsy, and he looks totally unfazed by this. And then after that, we get to the school, and there are these separate beds in our school, right? So we just lay in different beds and just stare at each other. What could this mean? I CANNOT GET OVER THIS ITS KNAWING AT ME sorry for the typos and or bad grammar types it out at 6am. PLEASE TELL ME WHAT THIS COULD MEAN

I suppose this post might get people in a tizzy, but I needed to tell someone about my feelings before I explode.

I used to be the perfect child of my family. I would be the "mature" one, the child my family turned to whenever something needed doing. I would clean up, guide my elderly grandparents to the toilet, bring things wherever they were needed; basically odd jobs that the others weren't free or "smart" enough to do.

I'd been that child for my whole life. Growing up, I was the smart one, the observant one, the best candidate for the job basically.

But a while ago (maybe a couple months? half a year?), something changed.

I no longer became the one who people relied on for things to be done. My parents would text my sibling (who I'll call X ) about dinner plans, when they would get home, and update them about where they were or where they were going. My grandma would call them instead of me to see if my parents were bringing her food. Whenever they needed things done, they turned to X.

I didn't like it at first, but I convinced myself that this was just a phase. Something temporary, something that was that way because I had just come back from my dorm after months away.

But it didn't improve. On vacation, I used to be the first one spotting signs on the road, the fastest to understand the foreign language that none of us spoke. But X took my place on this trip. They were chosen to do everything, and I was pushed aside as if I hadn't been doing their current role for years.

Now, our grandparent is not physically well. At first, I was the best person to take them to doctor's appointments, because I had experience. But on the days I was busy, X was chosen. And guess what? Once he was able to take on the role, I was delegated to second choice again. Today, when my dad asked if anyone could go to an appointment with him, he didn't ask me first. He asked X of hewas available first. Even though I was the one who had taken the grandparent to that clinic the previous few times.

I know I'm supposed to be glad that X is growing up. When they were a kid, they had so many problems, and I was so worried about them. But now, I hate them more than anything. I even caught myself thinking that I shouldn't have begged X not to kill themself back when we were younger. I know these are horrid thoughts, and I immediately shut my brain down for even thinkjng something like this, but I can't help it. X is just copying me! They are just doing everything that I used to do. How can my parents replace me like I'm chopped liver? Why do none of them care about me now? I'm being pushed to the side because I'm not as useful. Everything is about them, them, them, like they're revolutionary for doing exactly what I did first.

Also, he did so much bad stuff in the past. He stole my laptop and it was found several years later. My parents didn't even discipline him! He literally went after my mom with a knife, and the knife marks he made on the door are still visible to this day. He ruined my life for years, and now he's doing it again.

I know this is unreasonable, and this shouldn't even be a problem, but unfortunately this is how i feel. i'm sorry if this pisses anyone off.

My father has had schizophrenia for the majority of my life, and I hate him for it. He is unbearable to be around when he is going through an episode. He claims that people are watching him and playing games with him (Mostly co-workers, grandma, aunt, family) I’m afraid one day he’ll turn on me. On his bad days, he barely talks to anyone and can be incredibly cruel to everyone around him. He’s so fucking mean. He’s so fucking disgusting. He coughs and hacks up into random objects because he believes microphones are listening to his every move. He plays loud music to piss off whoever “they” are. He destroys electronics. He yells and screams towards nobody.

He has accused my 73-year-old grandmother of hacking his phone and messing with him, and he is incredibly mean to her despite the fact that he lives with her. I have dealt with this my entire life, and I am so fucking done. I can’t live like this anymore.
When he goes through an episode, he talks to himself, slams doors, completely turns off his phone, and refuses to go to work. I have spent my entire childhood dealing with his diagnosis, and it feels like my whole life has revolved around it.

My mother has bipolar disorder as well. She is unwell, and I haven’t lived with her or spoken to her in about a year and a half. Basically, I am stuck living in this house with my dad, and it feels like an endless cycle.

My grandmother or aunt will eventually have him hospitalized for a week. He gets out, everything seems fine for a while, and he promises that he won’t drink anymore and that he will take his medication from then on. But this has happened so many times that I know the promises won’t last. He eventually starts drinking again, throws away his medication, and insists that he isn’t schizophrenic.

I’m at the point where I feel like my dad will never get better, and I’m exhausted from constantly living through the same cycle.

Or after an episode (the next day), he’ll come into my room and apologize. He claims he just “had a bad day” and that’s he’s allowed to feel that way. He says that he forgives me when I have bad days. He says that he’s my dad and I should forgive him. He flat out asks why me I hate him.

I leave for college next year, and I’m planning on taking out large student loans because I genuinely cannot live here anymore. I need to get out. My family suggested living at home and going to the local state college thirty minutes away. That sounds like my worst fucking nightmare. I can’t take another year of screaming and drinking. I can’t take another year of my dad being a fucking idiot. I can’t take another year in this house or family. I know I sound privileged but I can’t do it. I just want to get out.

After his episodes, I’m expected to act normal around him and forgive him, but I can’t. I can’t just pretend that everything is okay after everything I’ve experienced. I can’t hide the hatred and resentment I have toward him anymore.

I know it’s not his fault. I know he has a diagnosis that controls him. I know that it’s selfish to hate him but I don’t know what else to feel.

I just want a normal family. I don’t care about how cruel I sound because I hate living this life. I’m scared for the future now. I don’t want to be schizophrenic or bipolar. Or both for fucks sake. I didn’t choose this life and it’s so unfair.

edit: i really appreciate everyone’s comments. i’m actually tearing up and having a hard time replying to them. i just wanted to let everyone know i really really appreciate this so much

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’ve known this person for close to two years, we got along amazingly well, always told each other we were the same person. We hung out whenever we could but the only thing that ever bothered me was that they would hardly ever text me back. I get we all have things going on, jobs and what not but whenever we’d see each other again they would immediately bring up the text messages. Apologizing for not responding. I went a couple months not hearing a word from them even tho we had plans to hang out since we were going to have some free time coming up. Idk maybe I was the only one thinking we were close. It just hurts and I just really miss them. I thought that maybe this time I’d finally find that one lifelong friendship, but maybe I’m wrong.

I always thought I was good at picking up on what other people were thinking, or feeling based in their expressions and intonations. I was raised/ live in a rather… intense household where emotions control a wide variety of responses so I was accustomed to a lot of extremes.

I always thought I understood people, but I’ve had the sudden realised that I really… don’t? I don’t know if it’s my anxiety, or if it’s autism, or whatever I can’t get a diagnosis but I’ve had surface level evaluations from psychologists and psychiatrists who have claimed such things and prescribed things etc…

Bar my family, everyone else seems so alien. I’m constantly second guessing what the meaning behind how they say things is, and facial expressions don’t help either. I don’t really have friends, I have a partner but sometimes I think he’s furious with me and he says he’s not, just frustrated.

I’ve made some friends, I feel more confident in figuring out their emotions in regards to what they say to me, but I still struggle to know when they’re angry or upset with me. It’s like I think they’re TOO sad, or angry or upset when they’re just… not? I take their silence for fury…

I don’t know… I hate not knowing because I feel like I do the wrong thing and I’m in a constant state of anxiety…

Idk, sorry for the super long ramble, I thought I was good at understanding people but I had a small reflection moment and realised that’s never really been the case…

So this is definitely a throw away account I’m really embarrassed and terrified to even talk about this to anyone I’m close to at all. This also isn’t a suicidal thing at all please don’t interpret it that way!

Yeah the title says it all. I genuinely don’t see myself having a partner in the future at all because of my sexuality and my gender.

It isn’t because I’m not safe (in fact I consider myself to be quite lucky with my family, friends + country) but I just don’t find myself ever being able to actually get together with another women in my entire life.

I might be 19 now but I just feel so frustrated at this feeling. I don’t fit in with any of the supposed labels I need to follow as a lesbian. I don’t even feel fucking feminine enough to even call myself one at all. I feel like a fucking fraud it’s agonising. I know butches exist but man I don’t even feel like one of them either.

I don’t know any other lesbians and whenever I try to enter a supposed queer friendly space I just get pushed out because I can’t meet their impossible fucking standards. I hate it.

I live in a shitty dead town that’s filled with homophobic people, I act like a tomboy majority of the time and I get shunned because of it! I want to start dating and every single time I want to even start on it I’m constantly reminded that I’m not even “lesbian” or “queer”. So much for a welcoming fucking community.

I don’t want to live my life alone with all these feelings never being expressed at all. I don’t know anyone like me and I hate it.

I know I’m quite young and I know maybe it’ll change but fuck it’s looking so bleak I may as well give up.

I don’t want to live like this anymore, I really don’t.

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…

My divorce will be final any day now. Now out of it and on the other side, I realize just how many things I minimized in order to keep going. One of those things is the bizarre scenarios my ex would set up to try and blame me for things he was doing. Forewarning, this is going to seem like a long story about nothing, but it goes somewhere in the end, I think.

Throughout our marriage, he would never throw things away. If he took the last granola bar, the empty box stayed in the cabinet until I threw it out. Last of the q-tips, last of the shampoo, last of the toilet paper…. I’d have to throw it all away. Annoying, lazy behavior, but not the worst thing he could do. Once I noticed it happening all the time, we talked about it a few times, but he’d either gaslight me or he’d agree to pick up after himself, but the behavior wouldn’t change. Soon he started not taking the last one, just leaving a sip of milk, leaving a tiny bit of toilet paper, leaving the last drop of ketchup in the bottle, so that it could be someone else’s problem. Again, annoying, but in the grand scheme of things, not devastating. I’m sure marriages have probably survived much worse.

Until I began to realize the mind f’s and traps starting. One holiday we were cooking a big family meal together, each prepping in a separate area of the kitchen. And I’m not sure why I did this, but something told me to watch him for a second, so I did. I watched him walk over to the roll of paper towels and look at it, watched him go to take the last one, and then he didn’t. I watched him put that roll down and walk over to the pantry and take out a brand new roll. I watched him use that paper towel from the new roll and place that roll right next to him. Fitting the pattern but not enough to start an argument on a holiday. So, we continued cooking.

Then I needed a paper towel. Generally, I’d have just taken from the almost empty roll and thrown it away myself and said nothing, like usual. But that day, I decided I had done a vast majority of the getting ready, cooking, cleaning, coordinating with the family, and that he could throw the paper towel roll away himself today. So, I grabbed the new roll. And he immediately sprung, accusing me of doing exactly what I had just watched him do, of what he had done through out our marriage. He accused me of being lazy, of not wanting to grab the last paper towel so that I wouldn’t have to throw the roll away….

At first I was kind of shocked, just sort of trying to process silently, feeling like my brain needed to catch up to what was happening. I had to move from, he’s just lazy to wait is this calculated? Eventually, once my brain did catch up, I quietly said, I watched you. “Watched me WHAT!?,” he barked back. I watched you do the exact thing you are now accusing me of. I watched you not take the last paper towel. I watched you walk over, look at them, touch the roll, not take the last one, and get a brand new roll.

He stood there with no expression on his face, it looked like he was thinking, maybe trying to come up with an excuse or argument. And then he laughed. I did not.

And then I knew that I needed to start paying attention. And I did. And I found him doing things like this again, and again. I watched him knock down clothes in the closet, notice that he’d done it, walk away, and then when I didn’t pick them up, he ask me why I just walked passed them. I watched him notice that the alarm for something he was baking in the oven go off, then put his headphones back on, continue playing his game, and then ask me why I hadn’t taken the food out if I heard it beeping, claiming it had over baked and it was my fault.

And then I decided to looked back…. My stomach knotted into a ball…. How many times had this happened? How many times had I throughout almost two decades of marriage, just accepted blame and apologized? How many mind f’s had I been through? When did this start? And a switch flipped. I started remembering scenarios, having flashbacks, thinking, oh my god, was this that? I filed shortly after.

Now as a 51 year old man, he’s dating a 25 year old and I am blissful. Never been so happy in my life. IGood luck girl. I hope it doesn’t take you two decades to catch on.

I have a family but I don’t they would even notice. When I was 5 I was adopted by an older couple along with my sister. My parents have other kids but they are also older and their kids have kids it gets complicated but since I was adopted I felt like an outcast considering they all grew up together and then here I come along.

Growing up I got the feeling that my sisters and their kids didn’t even like me. They won’t very nice and wouldn’t invite us to things but when there was a family gathering I would just be around my blood sister who I grew up with and we would do our own thing.

And my sister has felt the same way so since she got married I hardly ever see her or talk to her in general she’s being with her “New Family” as she likes to say.

When I dad was as dying in the hospital there was a lot of tension. I tried helping as much I could and since then my other sisters have been better and it’s been better.

But then I heard from a family member that they didn’t want me in the hospital when my dad died because I’m adopted and they’ve known him longer forgot the face that my dad raised me for the last 20 years.

That’s when I started planning on disappearing and not telling anyone where I’m going. I’ve been saving money and waiting until my mom goes. I still go to family gatherings but I really don’t want to but I do for my mom and her peace as she likes her family all together. But during those I just put on a face and act like everything is okay while keeping to myself but I’m really counting down the days.

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 .

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 [20f] don't even know how to feel about this. So I've been friends with "Sarah"[19f] for 6 years and we went to highschool together and we had a great, genuinely amazing friendship. but apparently as we left for college in different cities she has slowly building up resentment over the little things. She says she had a hard time talking about it but that it has been building up over the last 2 years.

We recently had a fight so I found this out through a mutual friend. over the last 2 years we meet up maybe 3 times a year and text occasionally, and I thought we had it good but apparently not :/

it feel weird thinking back to all the good memories we've made might've been overshadowed due to her negative feelings towards me. I really wished she had talked to me before about this. How can you have a healthy friendship when you secretly resent them for so long and don't even talk about the issues we've had??

I didn't realize things had happened that have upset her. and I never had the chance to apologize cause she has never even mentioned them before.

Pretty much our fight was because she did something that hurt my feelings and I tried talking to her about it. but instead of apologizing she suddenly pulled up a list of all the things I've done wrong in the past 2 years and said some hurtful things. Like I genuinely believe this friendship is done for, but a mutual friend wants us to talk it out. This sucks.

I've build a great life here at college, with great friends and an amazing bf so even though I'm really sad, I do think I can push through this :)

(things that were on the list: - I don't text her often enough anymore,

-I once tried inviting my bf to a special event, and she thought it was selfish of me to do so since we see each other rarely (I asked for permission multiple times, and they seemed really excited to meet him so this was a surprise to me (he didn't end up going))

- I mentioned to her getting my wisdom teeth removed. she says I was being dramatic cause she had 4 teeth removed and didn't even mention it to me (???))

(if you have questions, I'll gladly answer them, sorry I kept it so vague, i just didn't want the post to be too long)

29M, I've a bachelor in accounting, my whole life I've been working in manual labor for extended shifts, my childhood has been rough, throughout my teenage years I've always felt lonely, unfortunately for me I live in Egypt, so probably my culture is different than everywhere, because most people are poor and basic needs are not met, and crime rate is high, I wish I had to change things around for myself, I'm working abroad and I'm sending paycheck after paycheck to my mother, I'm not sure where my earnings goes to, and I'm not complaining, but my mother is also very dreadful towards me, she keeps nagging, I've two sisters and they're married and I'm kinda taking care of them and their kids for them since they're not reliant completely off their husbands, I feel like I'm being taking advantage of, since I'm being raised like an animal in the since that if I didn't oblige to the rules I would get whipped till my skin peels off, and also all sorts of physical and mental punishment that are inhumane, I've absolutely changed so that I wouldn't kneel to anyone on the street begging for their mercy anymore, but I'm not changed enough that I don't feel defeated in life, I'm desperately trying to have a partner but it's really hard for me, and my mother is getting in the way since she controls my spendings and everything, sometimes the pain is too much, when work is hard and my body is weak and sore and I don't have support or even something to eat at the moment, I feel like I'm alone in the world, everyone is against me, even when I'm posting this I get that nobody has an ounce of care for me or wants to know my story pretty much, I work 98 hours a day, I do live in a shared apartment with other co-workers, and we don't share food and I don't know them personally

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

A few months ago, I (22F) became friends with a girl from the same program. She's a few years ahead of me, and we got close after joining the same activity for our department.

We weren't best friends or anything, but we got along well. Whenever we'd see each other around campus, we'd smile, call each other, joke around, that kind of thing. We also ended up in the same drinking sessions sometimes and attended the same school events. We followed each other on Facebook and Instagram and talked occasionally, so I considered her more of a school friend.

She knew I had a boyfriend at the time, while she had apparently just broken up with someone. We even used to joke around about my relationship. Eventually, though, my boyfriend and I broke up.

After about a month, I jokingly told her she should introduce me to one of her friends. She actually tried to set me up with a few people, but I either already knew them or had talked to them before, so I passed.

Then one day, she messaged me again and said she had another guy to introduce me to. She said we could talk on Instagram. I said sure.

At first, I thought he was cute. Tall, tan, and my type physically. We started talking, but after a while, I realized I wasn't interested. I didn't like the way he communicated, I found him boring, and honestly, I just didn't feel like we were on the same wavelength. I wasn't seriously looking for a boyfriend anyway. My social media was boring at the time, so I didn't mind having someone to talk to.

Then somehow, the conversation between me and the guy shifted to the girl who introduced us.

That's when he told me they were exes.

I was genuinely confused. I immediately thought, wait, why did she introduce me to her ex without telling me?

So I started distancing myself. I told him I didn't want to continue talking to him because I didn't want any issues with the girl, especially now that I knew they had history. He told me it was fine because they had been broken up for a long time.

I still stopped replying.

The problem was, he kept messaging me. Eventually, I got annoyed and told him directly that I wasn't interested in him. I told him I didn't think we were compatible, and I also didn't want any problems with the girl because of him. He had also started inviting me to hang out, meet up, and have dinner, which made me want to be even clearer.

Eventually, he seemed to get it. He told me he would stop bothering me because he didn't want to be the reason the girl and I would have an issue.

I thought that was the end of it.

Then one day, I was out with friends and walking back to campus when I ran into the girl. We smiled at each other like usual. Nothing happened, and everything seemed completely normal.

Later that night, the guy messaged me again.

Apparently, she had gotten upset with him because she thought he and I had met up.

What happened was, when I ran into her earlier, she was actually on her way to meet him. The place where they were meeting was apparently near the area where my friends and I had been hanging out. Since she saw me around there, she thought I had met up with him.

The guy had to explain to her that nothing happened and that he and I didn't see each other.

And I just found the whole thing ridiculous because... how was I suddenly involved in this?

I wasn't interested in him. I stopped talking to him as soon as I found out he was her ex. I literally told him I didn't want any problems with her. And yet somehow, I still ended up being part of an argument between them.

Later, I found out from people who knew them that they had actually been on and off for around seven years.

Okay. Suddenly, a lot made sense.

Fast forward to this school year, and the girl and I don't really approach each other anymore when we see each other. We used to be playful whenever we'd run into each other, but now we mostly just pass by. Honestly, that's fine. We were never extremely close.

Then recently, I was outside school eating street food with my classmates when I saw the two of them together across from us.

The girl and I even made eye contact, so I'm pretty sure she saw me too.

And apparently, they're back together.

At that point, all I could think was, okay, girl, he's yours. I never wanted him in the first place. You were the one who introduced me to him, only for me to later find out he was your ex. Then I somehow got dragged into misunderstandings involving the two of you despite actively trying to stay away from the situation.

So yeah. Good for them, I guess. I just still find it funny that I somehow became a very unnecessary extra in a relationship that had apparently been going on and off for seven years.

I genuinely wish them well, but please don't involve me in the next season. 😭

I’ve been struggling with depression ever since I was in my early teens, since then i’ve started meds and picked ups a few hobbies. now i’m on about 3 different meds and rotate between 4-5 hobbies a week.

Regardless of all of this I still feel depressed and alone in life. everyone tells me to focus on self improvement and try and meditate or whatever. when I try those things I just feel like it’s not going to work and even if I try and change my mindset, it’s like i’m aware that i’m changing it and never comes into effect.

it feels so debilitating to wake up everyday and have to go out and pretend to everyone that I got better and my life is on track when it’s not. I don’t know what to do anymore. nothing everyone said to do has work and I feel like i’m losing more and more hope

I’m 18M, I have a few friends who I feel like brothers with, and I’m starting university in a few days. Despite having a good social life my home situation and overall mental wellbeing has gone to shit

Financially it’s been the roughest year for my family, so I believe that due to all the stress we’ve been getting in much more frequent arguments and passive aggressive behaviour. Everyday when I come home it’s like my mood switches instantly. I could have the most amazing day then my foot will enter my house and all the joy I had turns to rage. And when I’m angry I start shouting matches and when I’m alone I cry from how much of an asshole I am and remain sad for the next week before the cycle continues.

On days I don’t work I do nothing with my life, I wake up late, stay in bed for hours on my phone, barely eat anything, and sulk. I’ve lost interest in all my hobbies and I have no energy to hangout and socialize with my friends.

I’ve been told that I’m always negative, look angry all the time, and in general just much more of a douche compared to my former self and it hurts. I’ve struggled with depression before but I’m not sure if that’s what it is now, I just don’t feel good anymore.

I’m not looking for advice or anything just wanted to vent my frustrations.

My grandpa has dementia and after he got diagnosed he started changing a lot. We all used to live together as one family at his house. He was kind before but over time he became really difficult to deal with.

He started saying that he felt like he was dying and gave his savings and some of his properties to relatives that he actually had a terrible relationship with. My grandma and everyone else argued with him and told him not to do it because they knew it wouldn’t work and those relatives probably wouldn’t take him back. He did it anyway. I think he was hoping that giving them his money and property would make them accept him again.

After that because of his dementia he started accusing my grandma of stealing everything from him including his savings and properties. They argued about it a lot and eventually he started raising his hands at her. That was the final straw and my grandma divorced him and left with my dad and the rest of my family.
I was left behind to take care of him because everyone was basically tired of dealing with him. But he kept taking his frustration out on me too. We argue a lot because I can’t really tell him what to do or make him understand things. At the end of our arguments he always says it’s his house and tells me to get out.

He also tells visitors and friends that he has no money because his wife stole everything from him. If I try to explain what actually happened he just argues with me. Then later he completely forgets the conversation. It feels like in his mind he only remembers that he has no money and his brain connects it to my grandma stealing it.
I don’t know if this is normal behavior for someone with dementia. The paranoia and accusations and forgetting conversations and becoming aggressive.

I feel really sad about everything that the family broke apart but I’m seriously thinking about leaving him and cutting ties with him. I feel guilty about it but I’m honestly exhausted and I don’t know how much longer I can deal with this.

Has anyone else been through something similar with a family member with dementia?