Trigger warning. Also I'm sorry, this is a really long post but I'll bullet point most stuff down.
I'm just so tired all the time, it literally feels like I can sleep all day. I have a normal sleep schedule, but everyday I just feel so exhausted. I have dark circles under my eyes and I have no energy to do anything anymore. I just lay in bed all day and want to rot. I feel suicidal, I just want to die all the time and it's getting worse. I get nightmares of him, not of what exactly happened but just of different sa from him. I feel like there's no point in going on anymore, I don't think it's going to get better. I don't exactly know what it's like to have a flashback, but I think I've experienced them. I have really bad maladaptive daydreaming, but I don't think it's that. It's like I'm there again, I can't control it or stop it or rewind it. It's like it's happening all over again and that I'm there and I can feel it. When it's happening I just sit there and cry and I feel like screaming but I obviously can't do that so I have to hold it in. My head feels like it's burning constantly too, like the back of my head feels so fucking warm and hot. Like my brain is melting. And I just want to die and I'm so tired I just want to sleep and never wake up again.
•The one big thing that makes me feel valid is that, when I was 11, my stepdad fingered me in my bedroom. I won't go in to too much detail or anything, it's unimportant. But the entire time he just stared at me and everything was silent, like he was waiting for my reaction. Our relationship has always been odd, so I wanted it. But eventually I got scared and told him something, I don't remember what it was but it got him to stop immediately and he apologised too. I don't remember much after, as in I don't know if he left my room or I left first, but I immediately went to the bathroom. Which was when I discovered I was bleeding.
•Around this time, for some strange reason I would repeatedly say to him "fuck me daddy." This would either be in person, or over messages. I remember once, when I was in school, I messaged him that. He told me to stop in case one of my friends saw. I don't know why he didn't tell me to stop for other reasons.
•One day, after telling him that in person, we were in my parents bedroom. I was sat on his bed and he was in front of me in his weird chair. He then started going in to detail about how I wanted him to fuck me, I can't remember exactly what he said, it was like I zoned out. Everytime I try to recall it now it literally feels like bugs start to crawl up me, I don't understand why. I remember the last part, and his really disgusting hushed and gentle voice. He asked if I wanted him to "cum inside of me", or he was just explaining how that would finish. I'm not really sure.
•Still around this same time period of me being 11-12, I would ask him to 'squish me.' The reason why we would call it that is because I would be on my back, my legs would be up all the way to where my head is and he would be on top of me in a way that would 'squish me'. Basically like that one sex position. I would usually be wearing my school uniform when that would happen, so a skirt. During the 'squishing', he would push down on me, so our crotches would basically be against eachother. I don't know why, but I would continuously ask him to 'squish me' and during it I would even say the whole "fuck me daddy" thing. Only recently have I realised that he was probably just pretending to fuck me.
•Other things had happened around that age too, like how we would talk about how many times we masturbated a day and compare it to eachother. Sometimes if I was abruptly going to my room, he would ask if I was going to go masturbate, since we were 'close like that' I would tell him. He would often recommend me NSFW Instagram model accounts. I was once tricked in to sending feet pics to this guy, which really isn't that serious and whenever I brought it up with friends they find it fucking hilarious. But the detail I always leave out is that, I did bring that up with my stepdad and he proceeded to tell me that he already knew. Which means he was spying on me through the crack of the door. If that already didn't bother me, I don't understand why he just allowed me to send those pictures, if he was watching why the hell didn't he stop me?
•I'm pretty sure this also happened around the age of 11 as well, recently, a memory resurfaced but I barely remember it. Basically, I was sucking on his neck. I don't remember who said it, but either him or my mum spoke up and laughed, saying that I needed to stop otherwise I would "give him a hickey." The reason why I wouldn't be surprised if my mum was in the room at the time is because she doesn't care about what he does. She knows everything and just doesn't fucking care.
•I'm very sure that, around that age, my parents begun to expose me to their loud sex. I wouldn't be surprised if it started even younger, however. Obviously, I tried to bring it up with them at the ripe old age of 11 and my mum immediately shot me down with a "it's natural." This only stopped recently, around this year, because I had a big panic attack over hearing them and my mum finally felt guilty. I started getting panic attacks over it the minute it started, maybe the panic attacks were a sign of the trauma when I was younger, but I'm convinced it is now. I heard it so many times that I began to get paranoid every night, I would start to hear it even if they weren't upstairs (I sound crazy, I know.) I would get so anxious every night in case I would hear it, to the point I started to really resent them from it. I know fine well I could just go to sleep before them, but sometimes they even woke me up with it, on numerous occasions.
•I'm convinced my stepdad wanted me to hear it. Around the time of it finally stopping, I got mad because i was hearing it again (I'm unsure if it was due to me hearing shit or they actually were) but it caused me to take my bedding and go downstairs to sleep. In the morning, I was rudely awoken to my stepdad slamming the door open and storming past. He's not usually like that when people are sleeping, so it instantly gave me the impression that he was pissed off and the only reason I can think of is that he was angry I wasn't there to listen.
•He used to tease me for my paranoia to. As a way to discourage them from getting intimate, I would leave my door open at night. This happened around this year, but I was doing that again and I messaged my stepdad if they were actually going to sleep. It then somehow turned to him making a dig about how he knew I gets anxious at night and when I asked why he sent me "In case me and your mam have sex. 😜" Before, I tried to resolve this issue by begging them to just tell me if they were gonna have sex or not so I could sleep downstairs (because I was gonna find out the hard way anyways.) And they kept on refusing? Which just gave me the impression that they wanted me to listen more.
•Around 11 again, he would often tell me details about his and my mums sex life. Like how he was always good at pulling out and the only time he would wear a condom is right when he was about to finish. But the reason why my sister came to be was because he just failed to pull out that one time and my mum refused to get an abortion. Another time, he went on about how him and my mother had sex during her period and how they had to use towels and they didn't enjoy it because it was too messy.
•I don't know if he did things before the age of 11, my memories are very faded and it's like there are major gaps throughout everything. I'm worried that he did, however. When I was very young, I remember having no accidents at all during the night. But then, around the ages of 9, I would have an accident basically every night and would get a lot of water infections. I know that's a classic sign of child sexual abuse, but I don't want to jump to conclusions or anything.
•Another reason as to why I believe more things had happened to me than what I know of is because I always seemed to know what sex was when I was young, but I wouldn't know the name or anything specific about it like how to get pregnant or what cum was. Though, even though I didn't know what it was, it was like I always thought about it, I could never not think about sex, it was disgusting. This stayed until I was around 13. I remember where I even asked my 'boyfriend' at the time, we were both around 8, if he wanted to have sex, and I have no idea why.
•Over the years, he would flash me frequently. Everytime, I would always believe it was an accident because he'd never acknowledge it, besides from that one time which he always jokes about it and blames me. Everytime he would flash me, it would either be because of a convenient hole in the crotch of his pants or because he was wearing very lose fit shorts and it would just be hanging out. The more I think about it, I'm very sure he would have been able to feel such a thing, especially when it was poking out of the hole, but it was like he was just oblivious.
•For some strange reason, when I was younger, I would make comments about small dicks. I don't know if I was commenting on his dick specifically, but he would always say the same thing. "Width matters more than length."
•Recently, around 16-17, he made a joke about how he listens to me masturbating. Once he noticed how shocked I looked, he then went on saying about how my vibrator is too quiet to hear.
•Around 17 again, I went to use the shower. The shower I use is the one that's connected to my parents room. When I locked the door, he got madish and started making comments about it. I had to defend myself, saying how 'the door would open on it's own if I didn't lock it'. Eventually, he backed off.
•I don't understand the point in the fucking door and lock to my bedroom anymore. Whenever I decided to lock my door, my parents start shouting at me through the walls, asking why I locked my door. My stepdad barely knocks, it's like a tap and he doesn't even wait sometimes. I remember seeing a past message from an old friend saying how he tried to walk in when I was changing and that he knew I was changing. I didn't explain myself, I really wish I did because I don't remember this.
•(Around 17.) We were messaging eachother and it somehow turned in to him hinting if I saw this one animated video, it was a porn one. I said no, and to that he sent me a screenshot of it. It wasn't anything bad or anything, just the start of it and nothing was revealing, he then asked if I was sure. And how he was surprised that I hadn't.
•(Around 17.) I don't really get my period, we still don't know why. But as I was getting a lot of blood tests, my stepdad was trying to check things off the list of what it could be. One of those being that my opening is just extremely tight I guess, because he asked if I ever tried penetrating myself. I admitted that I did, but I couldn't get it to exactly go in. Which he then decided to make a comment saying how It's just my 'technique'. I wonder if the only reason he asked that was to see if I ever tried anything out of morbid curiosity.
•(Around 17 again.) He randomly bought me dildo's once, I didn't ask him for them, he just bought them for me and it was wildly uncomfortable. Once he gave me them, he asked if I wanted him to show me how to use them. I said no, which he then said something about how if I ever did then I could ask him. I worry what would have happened if I did say yes.
•When I was around 14, I went glamping. I ended up having to share a bed with him. One of the nights, I woke up to his hand just on top my crotch. I tried grabbing it and moving it away but it just fell back down on to it. I don't know if he put it back there on purpose. I still question if it was a dream, I'm very sure it wasn't because I remember going back to sleep, but it still just bugs me.
•Around 17, I was upset for some reason and he was comforting me. During this, he randomly grabbed the inside of my thigh. I usually just wear a shirt and boxers, so he basically just grabbed my naked thigh but I don't know if he was doing it in a comforting way.
•Usually when I draw, I have my knees up to my chest so it's easier to use my tablet. Considering what I wear for pyjamas, I can always see him looking at my crotch when he comes in to my room. If he really can see everything I don't understand why he doesn't just tell me to put my legs down.
•He's made a lot of uncomfortable jokes over the years too. One of the ones that upsets me sometimes is that, when he was measuring me for a binder, I was constantly moving around because it was uncomfortable since I was just in a sports bra. As he was leaving, I think I told him about how it was uncomfortable for me or something along those lines. He then turned around and shouted "oh come on, it's not like i was fingerings your pussy or anything."
•Very recently, I asked him if I looked okay before going to college. After a bit of back and fourth he said "I wouldn't kick you out of bed, maybe you could find someone in college who would do the same."
•Other times when I asked him if I looked okay, he'd go on tangents about how my ass is great or how he would date me or be too nervous to talk to me if he was my age.
•One of the more recent jokes was when I dropped a mayonnaise lid on my lap. Nothing got on me, but my stepdad turned to me then turned to my mum and shouted "if anyone starts accusing us, just tell them it was mayonnaise!" Or something like that.
•I remember after we watched the new mean girls film, he started going on saying about how he wanted to rewatch it for the Halloween seen (if you know you know) for the 'panty action'. Which rubs me the wrong way because I'm very sure the girls are supposed to be around my age.
•I'm very sure he also made this fake account, pretending to be one of my old groomers that I tried to cut off, just to message me about nsfw topics and ask for pics. It's a whole long yap about paranoia and just suspicions so I won't get into it though. If I tried to provide all the evidence I have, it'll take forever and there's no point.
There's definitely way more things that he's said, joked and done. But I'm only now beginning to realise that they're not okay. Even when I was younger, I was sort of uncomfortable around the jokes so I would just zone out, leading me to not remembering them now.
I probably will never accept that what happened to me was bad, or a big issue. Especially due to the 'lovely' people on here. Thank you for telling me immediately that I was a liar before you even knew what happened, that I shouldn't blame an 'innocent man', that you hope he comes in and rapes me to the point I split open and bleed. Thank you for telling me that my parents were just trying to promote a sex positive household, that some of the things were questionable at most. Thank you so much for saying I deserved it because I didn't send you pictures. You all made me feel like shit and I'm probably never going to tell people in person what happened to me, out of fear I would be ridiculed due to how much of a baby I'm being. I wasn't raped, so I have no place to cry or even think about it. I'm being overdramatic.
If you even read to this point, you're an angel.

Gamer Boy 🤝 Book Girl
Hello there,
I’m a nearly 32-year-old man from Iceland, living with a physical disability that means I use a wheelchair most of the time, though I can walk indoors. I'm writing this post from the heart, hoping to find a meaningful connection.
I've tried both local and international dating sites with little success, so perhaps Reddit can be my last hope. For a long time, I felt undeserving of love because of my disability, but I've come to realize that love transcends physical limitations. I’m a hopeless romantic who cherishes staying awake with my partner until they drift off to sleep.
Here’s what brings me joy:

• Driving with a good friend or enjoying a beautiful view
• The stunning nature of Iceland
• Video games, one of my few accessible hobbies (recently playing Helldivers, Slay the Spire, and Balatro)
• Football, though I’m not obsessed
• Binge-watching action, fantasy, sci-fi, and adventure TV shows
• Enjoying action, sci-fi, and adventure movies, as well as exploring various other genres
• Pillow talk and those meandering, joyous conversations
• Music, especially metal, though I appreciate other styles too
• Tattoos and piercings; I have four tattoos and plan on more
• Animals are a must; if you're not into them, we probably won't click
• Voice calls are my thing, so hopefully, you’re into that too
• And yes, I enjoy anime (favorites include Attack on Titan, Re:zero, Angel Beats, Fate series, and Akame)
• You ;)

Who am I? I am loyal, patient, passionate about my interests, and eager to share yours. I consider myself caring, nice, and humorous—but you'll have to be the judge of that.
While I'm content on my own, life feels more fulfilling with someone special. It’s not just about living, but living meaningfully and sharing that with someone. I want to explore the world and cherish those experiences with a loved one.
About you: Ideally aged 24-38, you should value kindness, understanding, and a good sense of humor. A penchant for dark humor is a plus. Physical traits aren’t my main focus, but I do find a soft voice and a shorter stature charming. (Lines up well with the height of the wheelchair)
Ultimately, I’m searching for someone who can laugh at life and themselves. Looks matter, but personality resonates more deeply with me.
I'm still defining my ideal partner; maybe it’s you. If you want a glimpse of me, just ask. I prefer chatting on platforms like Discord, given Reddit’s clunky messaging.
If you’ve read this far, thank you—you’re already a hero in my eyes. Let’s see where this could go?
Thanks for reading, and have a wonderful evening! I’m curious to see what this post might bring.

Gamer Boy 🤝 Book Girl
Hello there,
I’m a nearly 32-year-old man from Iceland, living with a physical disability that means I use a wheelchair most of the time, though I can walk indoors. I'm writing this post from the heart, hoping to find a meaningful connection.
I've tried both local and international dating sites with little success, so perhaps Reddit can be my last hope. For a long time, I felt undeserving of love because of my disability, but I've come to realize that love transcends physical limitations. I’m a hopeless romantic who cherishes staying awake with my partner until they drift off to sleep.
Here’s what brings me joy:

• Driving with a good friend or enjoying a beautiful view
• The stunning nature of Iceland
• Video games, one of my few accessible hobbies (recently playing Helldivers, Slay the Spire, and Balatro)
• Football, though I’m not obsessed
• Binge-watching action, fantasy, sci-fi, and adventure TV shows
• Enjoying action, sci-fi, and adventure movies, as well as exploring various other genres
• Pillow talk and those meandering, joyous conversations
• Music, especially metal, though I appreciate other styles too
• Tattoos and piercings; I have four tattoos and plan on more
• Animals are a must; if you're not into them, we probably won't click
• Voice calls are my thing, so hopefully, you’re into that too
• And yes, I enjoy anime (favorites include Attack on Titan, Re:zero, Angel Beats, Fate series, and Akame)
• You ;)

Who am I? I am loyal, patient, passionate about my interests, and eager to share yours. I consider myself caring, nice, and humorous—but you'll have to be the judge of that.
While I'm content on my own, life feels more fulfilling with someone special. It’s not just about living, but living meaningfully and sharing that with someone. I want to explore the world and cherish those experiences with a loved one.
About you: Ideally aged 24-38, you should value kindness, understanding, and a good sense of humor. A penchant for dark humor is a plus. Physical traits aren’t my main focus, but I do find a soft voice and a shorter stature charming. (Lines up well with the height of the wheelchair)
Ultimately, I’m searching for someone who can laugh at life and themselves. Looks matter, but personality resonates more deeply with me.
I'm still defining my ideal partner; maybe it’s you. If you want a glimpse of me, just ask. I prefer chatting on platforms like Discord, given Reddit’s clunky messaging.
If you’ve read this far, thank you—you’re already a hero in my eyes. Let’s see where this could go?
Thanks for reading, and have a wonderful evening! I’m curious to see what this post might bring.

Gamer Boy 🤝 Book Girl
Hello there,
I’m a nearly 32-year-old man from Iceland, living with a physical disability that means I use a wheelchair most of the time, though I can walk indoors. I'm writing this post from the heart, hoping to find a meaningful connection.
I've tried both local and international dating sites with little success, so perhaps Reddit can be my last hope. For a long time, I felt undeserving of love because of my disability, but I've come to realize that love transcends physical limitations. I’m a hopeless romantic who cherishes staying awake with my partner until they drift off to sleep.
Here’s what brings me joy:

• Driving with a good friend or enjoying a beautiful view
• The stunning nature of Iceland
• Video games, one of my few accessible hobbies (recently playing Helldivers, Slay the Spire, and Balatro)
• Football, though I’m not obsessed
• Binge-watching action, fantasy, sci-fi, and adventure TV shows
• Enjoying action, sci-fi, and adventure movies, as well as exploring various other genres
• Pillow talk and those meandering, joyous conversations
• Music, especially metal, though I appreciate other styles too
• Tattoos and piercings; I have four tattoos and plan on more
• Animals are a must; if you're not into them, we probably won't click
• Voice calls are my thing, so hopefully, you’re into that too
• And yes, I enjoy anime (favorites include Attack on Titan, Re:zero, Angel Beats, Fate series, and Akame)
• You ;)

Who am I? I am loyal, patient, passionate about my interests, and eager to share yours. I consider myself caring, nice, and humorous—but you'll have to be the judge of that.
While I'm content on my own, life feels more fulfilling with someone special. It’s not just about living, but living meaningfully and sharing that with someone. I want to explore the world and cherish those experiences with a loved one.
About you: Ideally aged 24-38, you should value kindness, understanding, and a good sense of humor. A penchant for dark humor is a plus. Physical traits aren’t my main focus, but I do find a soft voice and a shorter stature charming. (Lines up well with the height of the wheelchair)
Ultimately, I’m searching for someone who can laugh at life and themselves. Looks matter, but personality resonates more deeply with me.
I'm still defining my ideal partner; maybe it’s you. If you want a glimpse of me, just ask. I prefer chatting on platforms like Discord, given Reddit’s clunky messaging.
If you’ve read this far, thank you—you’re already a hero in my eyes. Let’s see where this could go?
Thanks for reading, and have a wonderful evening! I’m curious to see what this post might bring.

hi, Happy Pride Month everyone! hope all is going well for you guys. Here's my situation: I've been in a very committed ldr with this beautiful girl for 2 years. She is pansexual and I am trans & pansexual. I'm very feminine presenting at the moment, but I still identify as a man. we plan on moving together in maybe 2-3 years. She is moving to my state to be closer to me and my family. I do plan on presenting as more masculine in the future but I do not want to look fully male, more so gender neutral. but recently, we talked about our parents. neither of us is out but my mom is more accepting even though it's not exactly in her religious belief. but I know for a fact that she would love me the same and get used to it as long as im happy. my girlfriend's mother on the other hand is not so accepting.. she has had a talk with my girlfriend about gay/trans people and told her that not only would she kick her out but she would disown her. A lot of people would say "Maybe she shouldn't be in our lives then!" but im very family-oriented and my girlfriend can't accept not being in her mom's life anymore. it would crush me if I was the reason my girlfriend and her mom didn't have a relationship anymore. I would feel like I've pulled her away from them. I want to meet her mom and be introduced as her husband sooner or later. im scared of meeting her family bc of this. I would be shaky and I know I would be talked down on. my girlfriend has told me im her everything and she would be willing to go so far as to be with me, but she wouldn't tell her mom about her being gay (even if married). She would just say she's in a relationship but not with who. She said it is to save me from what her mom and family would say about me (it's not only her mom who is homophobic). My girlfriend doesn't want anyone to hurt my feelings. she is very careful with them and would defend me as much as she possibly can, even with family. But I wouldn't meet her family.. not only that but I couldn't bring her mom flowers and all I'd planned to do. although it hurts my feelings a bit, I understand and want her to be with her mom forever :( . my question is, has anyone been in this situation too, and fixed it? what can I do with it? is it a way I can keep our relationship, her and her mom's relationship, and start me and her mom on a good note? or is it just a lost cause? I'm considering all situations even if it's hard to hear, thank you for reading.

I am 29M, 6'3. Average build. Works as a management consultant, volunteer to teach kids on the weekend, loves to travel. Just giving context that I am a normal guy. So I have been on this app and others on and off last few years. Recently started using them more seriously from last 3 months. This is more like a rant. This online dating sucks man. I've had much better success offline, however I don't want to date any friend I know and I'd like to keep that way. Nor do I want to date anyone from my work place.
I took premium subscription, it worked fine in NCR but I recently moved to Mumbai and it sucks man. No matches. None. It's nothing against the gender but I feel this online dating is a losing race and it mess with your head a lot more than the conventional dating. You're swiping on girls you like and none of them seems to like you. None. I uninstalled most of the apps, I have Hinge installed right now, idk why, I'll probably remove that soon too. I have no idea how to find love. But I am sure as hell this ain't it. I'd rather invest my time on my job and my side hustles right now.

Yeah. I realized this with Charlie D'Amelio and other Taurus girlies or Earth signs. Even yesterday at uni I was surrounded by 2 Taurus girls and I felt so awkward for not being able to talk freely. We had exams and we were all anxious af. All the other signs were loud but as soon as they left it was just us 🙈🤣 I hope I didn't make them upset by reading my notes instead. I love the way Taurus women talk it's just so calm, sometimes they got a deep voice too like me and they are just cute in general like puppies or some other cute forest animal. (Leo Virgo cusp F)

Long triggering post ahead. Also religious trauma, domestic abuse...maybe?
I'm nearing 38, and I'm just realizing that the man I married when I was 30 is rather abusive. I just need to share this. I need to write it out. I need to confirm that I'm not crazy. Or if I am, please correct me.
My dad is a pastor in a conservative Christian cult. Not only is the cult abusive, my dad was/is abusive. My mom was both a receiver and a perpetrator of abuse. Mostly emotionally and mentally. There was, of course, corporal punishment which I consider abuse. My brothers got beat a lot. Often by my mom. But they preferred to abuse me emotionally and mentally because I really can handle pain, it's my brain that is weak.
My dad will get mad about something and just take over the whole house screaming and throwing a fit. He would threaten us and just go absolutely bizerk. It could be because of something else he was mad at, or because we ate all his ice cream or some other food that he wanted but didn't say he was saving for something. He would make weird rules or decide we couldn't do something like see a parade because "the gays had taken it over." (Not pride, just this local parade). We never knew when he would be cool and when he would be volatile. My mom was similar, but she'd scream at us when we asked for help with school (homeschool) or go on about how nobody ever helped her...I did.
It's always kind of confused me because my dad and mom would point out other people both in and out of the cult and say that they were so abusive or cruel to their kids. They were correct about these people. But the implication was always that my parents were good somehow. I fell for it for a long time.
In college they diagnosed me with bipolar II. About 3 or 4 years ago, I found out that not only were they wrong, they didn't even follow proper clinical procedures for diagnosing such a thing. About 3ish years ago, I was diagnosed with PTSD.
When I met my husband he was cool. He was the first boyfriend I had that wasn't mean or degrading. He brought me coffee just because or soup when I was sick. It was fun and cool. I felt like a real person for the first time ever.
But, he would get upset about something at work and he'd threaten other people. Like one time when we were dating, he was mad about how work went and then started about how he wanted to beat up this random bicyclist who was driving by. When I reacted, he just said he was kidding and acted like I was overreacting. My dad did that a lot too. Said something horrible and then screamed at me for not being able to take a joke.
He does this all the time. He gets in these rants about whatever he's mad about. It's rarely something I did and the anger is rarely directed at me exactly. But he takes over the whole house. And one time he was in the kitchen, and he had a knife, and he was stabbing the air repeatedly while yelling about how he wanted to hurt his managers.
Then, I have to soothe him, and calm him down. And it's the poor him show.
He's also gotten violent with my small dog. Usually just scary and threatening, but sometimes violent. My dog used to love him, now he's scared of him.
At first I thought I was just being sensitive. And when he gets drunk, or starts acting like this and I get upset it's all, "it's because of how you were raised. You're upset by the fact that I'm snarling and muttering to myself because of your hupervigilance."
And he also will condem abusers. As if he's not one.
I think it is abuse? Am I just over sensitive. My parents would say I've never been abused.
Anyway, I'm leaving in a week. I'm going to teach in a different country than my husband is. The plan is to work separately for the school year and then after a year reevaluate. He kind of pushed me into this. And I didn't want to be separate at first. But now I don't think I will want him back.
I've not even told my mom about the issues, just that we would be teaching in different countries. She already had that disapproving look. Like she knows I'm a sinful, worthless wife. And that's one thing I've told myself to stamp down my unhappiness. I don't even believe that stuff anymore. I know what they will say when (and possibly if) I divorce my husband.
Anyway, is this abuse? Am I just some entitled woman who is too selfish to allow other to express themselves? That's what my husband says, that he has to walk on eggshells and that I'm not letting him feel anger. Or he oscillates from "poor me, men are only allowed to feel anger and now that's all I can express" to "why are you oppressing me".
I don't even know where I'm going with this. I guess an outside perspective from other C-ptsd friends would be nice.
Edit: I'm just pissed at myself for marrying my dad in sheep's clothes. Or maybe I am just a bitch.

please tell me someone relates but instead of seeing my partner as the man i love, or thinking that he’s the person in adore or my soulmate i just think of him as a roommate. and it’s like everything he does and says rubs me the wrong way

Op- https://www.reddit.com/WritingPrompts/s/sWJUxDJ0SO
John’s left hand was squeezed white against the wheel of his old pick-up; he held his son, Alex, close with his other.
As they rattled down the uneven country roads, rain pelted their windshield with a fury. John continually glanced into the rearview. Thunder clapped at their back like the hands of god, and through the white flashes of lightning, he could make out a large barrel of rotating black smoke. Each time he looked, it seemed to have grown larger, and one singular thought repeated in his mind.
Make it to the cellar, he thought. Make it to the cellar.
He gripped his son tighter and pressed the accelerator with a heavy foot. The truck roared beneath them.
“Come on…” He muttered. He was driving nearly eighty.
“Dad?” Alex’s voice was small, and John could feel him trembling under his arm.
John rubbed his shoulder. “It’s okay, bud. We’re nearly there; it ain’t gonna get us.” Truthfully, though, he wasn’t sure if he believed the words himself.
“But Dad, I’m scared.”
Just then, a strong gust of wind punched the side of the truck, nearly sending it swerving into the ditch. With a squealing effort, John steadied it and accelerated faster. The boy’s head was now buried into his armpit. Limbs began falling from trees; scattered debris carpeted the roads.
John looked down at his son; he was still wearing his blue Little League uniform. All of this for a damn baseball game, he thought, then looked back at the road. He stomped the brakes. Alex screamed as they lurched forward and John stuck an arm out to keep him from flying into the windshield. The truck skidded sideways to a halt on the wet road. A giant oak tree, maybe eight feet in diameter, lay flat across their path.
“Fuck.” John muttered as he smacked the steering wheel with his palm. There wasn’t any getting around that.
He darted his eyes around wildly, looking for some sort of a solution—anything—but all he found was fear. The swirling column of dark wind was getting closer now, and his options were growing increasingly limited.
Then he noticed something. Just past the downed tree a green mile marker sign glowed back at him—the mile marker sign that’s about a half mile away from their house.
They were closer than they thought.
He grabbed Alex by the shoulders and looked him in the eyes. “We’re gonna make a run for it.
“What?” Alex asked, his eyes wide with terror.
“I know; I don’t want to either, but it’s our only shot. I—“
“No!” Alex shouted. He tried to say more, but the words just sputtered out in incoherent globs.
“Hey,” John said patiently, but Alex was in hysterics. John looked over his shoulder. Power lines were beginning to fall, and the transformers were popping into big blue sparks as they hit the ground. He looked back at Alex.
“HEY!” He shouted.
Alex stopped immediately and looked at him in surprise. He never yelled.
“Do you trust me?” He asked.
Alex moved his mouth, but no breath came to push the words out.
“Do you trust me?” John asked again, shaking the boy a little.
This time, Alex nodded yes.
“Okay, now listen. I’m going to pick you up, and we’re gonna run. I want you to close your eyes, and I don’t want you to open them until I tell you it’s okay. Do you understand?”
The boy nodded again, and a tear fell down his cheek as he closed his eyes.
John scooped him up and creaked the metal door open into the rain. Lightning continued to snap overhead; there was a metallic smell in the air, like burning wires, and the humidity was thick enough to choke a man.
He held the boy's head against his shoulder and started in a sort of half run to the driveway. Alex felt heavier than he used to, and it made him wonder just how long ago it was since he’d held him that way.
Cold rain whipped at their back, sticking their clothes to their skin like slick velcro. John spat the water from his mouth as he trudged forward blindly in the dark. His muscles started to burn. His feet snagged on branches, trash, and other debris that had blown in, threatening to trip him, and sudden dips or rises staggered him as his foot met only air where he expected solid earth.
John could feel the boy sobbing once more. “We’re almost there; we’re gonna make it.” He panted. This time, he really believed what he said. The driveway came into view as they rounded the last corner.
Limbs the size of cedar trees blew past them like confetti. One cracked John in the back of the head, sending him and Alex tumbling onto the ground. The pain was brilliant. For a moment, he saw white, but his vision quickly cleared, and he looked up at Alex.
Alex sat with his knees tucked to his chest, holding a scrape. His skin and clothes were covered in twigs, mud, and pine needles, and his face was twisted with fright—contorted like one of those dramatic masquerade masks as he rocked back and forth. His eyes were open now.
The twister roared behind them like a gasoline truck chugging up a hill. John scrambled to his feet. He scooped Alex into his arms, and started toward the house once again. His head was pounding, his muscles were on fire, blood was thudding against his ears, and that same thought from earlier continued to swim laps around his mind.
Make it to the cellar.
He pressed on, planting one solid foot into the ground at a time and marching forward like a well oiled machine.
Gravel crunched beneath his feet as he walked down the driveway; wind whipped their wet clothes like flags.
John shed Alex from his arms and looked down at the wooden cellar door. He tried pulling it open, but the wind shoved it back down. It was picking up even more now. Shingles began to be sucked from the roof, and John knew that if he didn’t get this door open, he and Alex would follow closely behind.
He pulled as hard as he could, grunting with the effort. Alex quickly joined him in the struggle, helping as much as a nine-year-old possibly could. It began to come up a little, but the wind was powerful.
John screamed and dug in harder. He had to get it open. He felt his muscles tearing beneath his skin, his joints cracking; he used every single ounce of his strength, and finally the door began to give. He pried it just far enough for them to fit.
“GET IN,” He shouted. The boy jumped inside, and John followed shortly after. The door slammed behind him with a smack that resembled a gunshot.
The cellar was dark. Screws and bolts and toolboxes filled with wrenches and other metal things shook and rumbled off of the shelves. A few baseball bats fell and clinked across the concrete floor. Up top, it sounded like a giant lawnmower was making quick work of the farmhouse, eating it up like it was little more than a stray blade of grass.
John’s head still throbbed, and he could feel warm blood trickling down the back of his neck. He was tired, breathing raggedly, and all of a sudden he had a very strong urge to go to sleep.
They held each other in darkness, sitting there for what seemed like an eternity, but just as quickly as it began, it was over. The roar lessened, quieted, then disappeared as it got further away.
The two looked at each other, both covered in dirt and debris, and John knew that everything was gone. He knew that the house was gone; he knew the farm was gone, and he knew that just about everything else he had ever worked for was torn to shreds in a matter of minutes.
But he looked at Alex, and when he saw the twinkle of life in his son’s eye, he breathed a sigh of relief. That was all that mattered. They sat for an hour in silence, not daring to step out until they were sure it was safe.
Eventually, rays of light began to beam through the cracks in the cellar door. John was the first to move. He walked to the door, flung it outward and shielded his squinted eyes to look outside.
The sky was blue. He hoisted himself upward and poked his head out.
His barn was still there. Bessie, his cow, was standing beside it, chewing on a mouthful of grass; all of the chickens strutted around the side of the barn, nearing the garden, which also looked untouched; the squash was even blooming. Behind him, their house stood tall, perfectly intact all the way up to the shingles.
The oddest thing of all was his farm pickup parked in the driveway—no worse shape than when they left for the ballgame.
John scratched his head.
“Dad?” Alex shouted.
“You can come up.” He said, puzzled.
Alex crawled out of the cellar in the same fashion as his father, and confusion dawned on his face as well. “It missed us?”
John shook his head. “No way it coulda missed us. I don’t really know what to make of it.”
He really didn’t. They saw the twister coming directly at them; they heard the house ripped to shreds right above their heads; the farm truck didn’t make it back to the house at all, for Christ's sake. It just didn’t make any damn sense.
A feminine voice called out to them—a voice John recognized at the first syllable. “John? Alex?”
“Vick..” He mouthed and whipped his head around. A tall woman with blonde hair was walking around the side of the porch, stepping as gracefully as a doe. Her eyes were as green as the pines behind her, and she gave a smile that held more reassurance than a million words could express.
She spread her arms wide. “My boys.” She said. John stood motionless, his mouth slightly agape. Alex pushed past him as he ran, “Mommy!” He shouted.
The woman wrapped the boy in a hug and lifted him from his feet. As she held his head against her shoulder, she pointed her eyes in John’s direction and held out her other hand.
He walked toward her, cautiously.
“John.” She said. “It’s me, I promise.”
John looked at her for a moment longer. He wanted to run to her, to wrap her up and lift her the same way she did Alex. For the past two years, there had been nothing in this world that he’d wanted more.
But his wife was dead. He watched as the cancer took her in 2014; he held her in his arms as she died in the hospital bed, yet there she stood—healthy and as real as the sun beating down on his neck. He reached a hand to the back of his head, feeling for the place where the branch whacked him.
But there was nothing—not even a tender spot.
He looked back up at his wife. “Are we…”
“Hush, dont think about it like that, John.” She smiled, “We’re together now.”
John staggered a little, staring down at his hands; his once farm hardened callouses were gone now, smoothed over with soft, healthy skin.
“I—“ He began.
“Get over here and hug me.”
He looked up; his wife looked back at him lovingly with her direct, green eyes, and for the first time in so long, he felt happy. A feeling he’d grown a stranger to. A grin tightened across his face, and he walked toward Vick as their old golden retriever ran panting toward them from across the yard, just like she used to, only now; she had all four of her legs.

When I told a friend all shit I went through she said "wow you lived all kind of toxic relationships in only one"
I think that is good summary.
One of the things that I cannot forget is how absurd was the end of it. She was treating me bad the whole month while I was away, and I was too blind to know better.
In the first day I had returned after a long travel, she wanted to go out without me to a party. When I arrived she left me in the rainy night because she smoked weed and slept.
One day later was already tired as shit from everything and after I said loved her, she started crying said she wanted a break, and wanted to date other people. Fuck that was the breakpoint. I just cried and said fine, let's break up.
Then after she went out, I called my bestfriend and my mom to tell the news and received some support. When she suddenly returned, I turned off but she saw I was talking with my mom. Immediately she yelled at me saying it would ruin our future marriage and now my parents would hate her, and it was our problem and should be kept between us.
Like bro?? She really thought we would marry after all that? I was dumbstrucked. And then she started crying saying she didnt want to lose me and was doing the best for us.
man... One month after I left I was still going through grief and decided to text her, she told me she was planning to kill herself. I instantly regretted texting her, and just warned a friend of her about it. Since then I never more texted her.
It has been 8 months. Now I am seeing another girl but dont know when I will feel ready to date her seriously. It feels like I am done with love for some time.

I just read a post about a gay man wishing he was a woman. Our struggles are different. I am not saying men don’t have problems. It irked me how little he seemed to think of our place in society. As if the value of a woman rests in her relationship to a man. As if being desired by men was of paramount importance, relegating women to the status of sex objects. As if “serving” men and being trophy wives were the sole purpose of women. He would enjoy doing that since he apparently sees men as inherently having more value than women, and therefore their pleasure comes first.
How would men feel if I said that I want to be a man, so that women will like me even though I do nothing to make myself more attractive to women? That I want to be a man so that I will simply work, and all sexes automatically applaud me for being “responsible”? How would men feel if I said I want to be a man so that straight women will love me?

Seriously man, it's a new season, this is open, please for the love of God just play ANYTHING else
It's always the top 10 players that are like this too. You clearly have no trouble winning, so maybe you could, I dunno, at least let the rest of us have a day where we can have fun and play the game without constant zooka spam?
Just go over to your 3500xp JP lobbies or +1 server scrims if you desperately want to go sweat your ass off for whatever reason (or better yet, go outside and enjoy the nice summer weather). Let me play my red edit in peace thank you very much

So I just The Way of Kings today. I am relatively new to Sanderson's books and more importantly my prior experience with his works were less then stellar.
I really didn't care for Mistborn all that much. I don't want this to turn into a review of Mistborn but suffice it to say coming from all time great epics like Wheel of Time or Lord of the Rings, Mistborn just didn't connect for me in the same way that those did. Maybe it was my distaste for "heist" fiction, or maybe it was the IMO somewhat bland magic system that felt more like I was reading a superhero novel. I also didn't care for the fact that besides Vin, all the major characters were male. There was definitely some decent worldbuilding there, and I actually think once I get to the 2nd Era of Mistborn I might like it more.
Recently though I decided to jump back into Sanderson with The Way of Kings. I first watched some "introduction to the Cosmere" Youtube videos so I wouldn't miss any references to the universe as a whole. Then I dug into the first book in audiobook form, and I'm now done and my first question I have to ask is this:
Was this written by a different author?
My one sentence summation for The Way of Kings is basically "What if Game of Thrones and Wheel of Time had a baby, and that baby was pumped full of steroids". I also thought how the hell has this not been adapted into a series of movies yet, because this is probably the most epic of epic fantasy I've ever read.
When I read epic fantasy, world building is one the most important things that I want to see done well. It's nice to see fantasy cultures that aren't just clones of various medieval European feudal states. I was immediately fascinated with the Alethi culture from it's racism based on eye color to it's squabbling highprinces, to it's interesting take on gender roles, to the very unique Vorinist religion. The amount of backstabbing and betrayals amongst the lighteye nobility puts Game of Thrones to shame IMO. Most importantly however is the world of Roshar and how it's flora and fauna are shaped by the presence of persistent powerful storms that ravage the entire continent. You could probably do a nature documentary of Roshar and have it narrated by David Attenborough. I'd watch that in a heartbeat!
Unlike GoT however, we get an amazingly well crafted and complex magic system that is thankfully introduced to the reader (and the world in general) slowly so that your not overwhelmed by it's complexity. I love the concept of Spren... it's just such a fantastic and unique aspect to both the magic system and the world building. I also love the concept of Stormlight and how it can be stored in gemstones and used to do various magic. It makes it very scientific in one sense but still capable of performing awesome "magical" feats that Allomancy from Mistborn really didn't have.
Sometimes authors who excel at world building tend to be weaker when it comes to character work, but that's definitely not the case here. Kaladin and Dalinar are the stars of course, and both are many times better then any character in Mistborn IMO, but there's so many great characters. Kaladin's bonded spren Sylphrena brings a beacon of light to an otherwise pretty grim set of circumstances. I so love scholarly uptight nerd characters and Yasnah is the uptightiest. I'll take Kaladin's bridge crew over Kelsier's crew any day of the week. Especially Rock. Rock's the man. I also didn't think Sanderson had it in him to write good romance after what I saw in Mistborn but the scene later on between Dalinar and Navani was surprisingly excellent. I don't really care for Shallan all that much, as for someone so intelligent she surely makes a lot of bonehead choices. And then there's Wit/Hoid... I can tell he's probably some kind of powerful entity or trickster god or something.
And then the twists. Oh the twists. Some of them were positively shocking. The Parshmen twist especially. It's looking like it could be the fantasy equivalent of an AI robot uprising. And I knew that kindly king Teravangian was too good to be true.
So yeah, The Way of Kings is great. Blows Mistborn completely out of the water IMO... in basically every way possible. Definitely borrows a lot from Jordan and some from Martin, but adds in a great magic system with fantastic world building and surprisingly great characters.

Okay so here's the deal. 5 years ago me and my wife got together shortly after we both got divorced. At the time she had a 9 yo son that is 100% disabled and I knew this when we started dating. We went out for a couple dates and she quickly ended up getting pregnant. It is what it is I have no regrets because at this time I was about 37 and never thought I would be able to have a child.I was super excited to have my son. I married my wife a few months later because I wanted my son to be raised in a healthy family atmosphere. I also truly wanted to help my wife with her disabled child because I know no one else was gonna do it. But here I am 5 years later and after learning a ton about disability and social security I realized I totally screwed myself by getting married to my wife. The reasons are my income is to much to get most assistance for my step son. However I really don't make that much. And because of his disabilities my wife cannot hold a job. There's no such things as a disabled kid day care. And all of his medical appointments with regular Drs and specialist takes up so much time no employer is gonna give her a job. It's super exhausting because she needs my help but I need to work to make money. We are broke. We only have one car and we have to juggle my job and her son's medical appointments. And it's making it so difficult to get by. And it's getting to the point where I feel that my step sons disability is making it almost impossible to give my actual son the life he deserves. Like I said I love my wife and and my step son and I feel guilty even thinking about getting a divorce but I'm not sure what else I can do. We're getting very close to not being able to cover rent and I will not let my son become homeless. And I feel my wife just don't see the final risks like I do. She thinks everything just works out and they do because I figure it out. I just know that if we got divorced she would not be able to make it. And with the courts the way they are I probably wouldn't have custody of my son because I'm the man. And then that means that I have to worry about my son not having a safe clean environment to live in. So now I'm feeling trapped in a relationship that although I do love my wife I just feel it is going in a downward spiral and I don't want my son to live in a house full of anger and resentment.
Anyways, sorry to throw this out on everybody. I needed to vent. I'm mentally exhausted and feeling depressed.

A 30-something-year-old, jobless, unhealthy Japanese man who lives in his parents’ house and constantly indulges in depraved behavior is kicked out by his siblings, and while walking down the street he gets hit by a truck while demonstrating his first selfless act in a long time. He is given a second chance at life by the Man God, who gives him vague advice and instruction on what to do with his new opportunity, and Rudeus makes the most of it, becoming proficient with magic to the point that he is sent away from his parents and childhood friend to tutor his wealthy cousin. Years later, a massive catastrophic event causes him and his cousin to be teleported to the most dangerous continent on the planet, and he slowly travels back to his home while participating in adventures along the way. Rudeus is slowly growing as a person throughout this arc, but upon his arrival home, he is faced with his cousin’s sudden romantic advances and abandonment, his father’s anger as he had left his family behind after the teleportation event, and even more emotional trauma, which results in him getting ED - the lowest point for the character. Rudeus finally goes to magic academy at Ranoa, where he researches teleportation to help his lost mother, and he reconnects with his childhood friend whom he falls in love with and marries.
If the story ended here, it would be a fantastic moral redemption arc. From a jobless hedonistic degenerate to a dependable and trustworthy husband, soon-to-be father, and son. However, the author decided to force those stupid self-insert aspects of the show, such as marrying more than one woman, completely nullifying Rudeus’ character development by devolving to a depraved harem instead of a faithful monogamous relationship with the woman who helped him during the hardest part of his life emotionally. Plots like this are the reason people can’t take anime, let alone Isekai as a genre, seriously; the plot either devolves into some disgusting fetish shit or it just goes nowhere and has no significance in any capacity. Obviously some people are going to disagree on the morality of polygamy, but the point is that the show had a good moral premise and completely subverted that in exchange for empty self-insert bait, and it ruined (to me) the point of the story - redemption for a moral degenerate who demonstrated goodness in his final moments.
Edit: I think I might need to elaborate on my final point. The story has three options in regards to its interpretation. 1) “I relate to Rudeus in that I am also a loser who has wasted his life, and I am going to delude myself in pretending/wishing that I could be reborn into another world with a bunch of cute girls who like me” 2) “I relate to Rudeus in that I am also a loser who has wasted his life, and I am going to do what Rudeus did; I’ll improve myself physically and mentally, then I can be fulfilled in THIS life (the CORRECT interpretation if you do relate to Rudeus)” 3) “I don’t relate to Rudeus at all, and this is just an entertaining story to me”
It feels like the writing of the story AFTER Rudeus marries Sylphiette onward is oriented to appeal to the first group, which is not a good thing; instead, the story should be a motivation to those who relate to Rudeus to improve themselves and find happiness, just like Rudeus did. Don’t allow yourself to fall into the despair of pretending to be a fictional character in a fantasy world, get up and improve yourself now; that’s how you’ll find true fulfillment. All of this having been said, I still like the show a lot, and it’s one of my favorite anime of the past 5 years at least, I just think it’s “moral of the story” could’ve been a really good message and it subverted that in favor of easy-to-consume self insert fantasy. AGAIN, I DO like the show regardless, and I’m not saying you shouldn’t like it.

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Hey y'all!
So I see a lot of people, women in particular, who are having a hard time with dating because, dating plus size is so hard. I just want to encourage you, if you have that desire to find someone to spend the rest of your life with, don't give up!!!!
I had 2 boyfriends who legit had fat fetishes, and I didn't realize until just recently. Society told me for years that I'd never find someone who is good looking because I am plus size and I don't deserve to have a good looking man.
I'm 5'4 almost 300 lbs at this point, my husband is 5'8 160 lbs. I've had many times in our relationship where I have felt unworthy of being loved and i just dont feel attractive. My husband does such a good job of making me feel good, even though a lot of times it doesn't work.
So don't give up 🥰 there's a good person out there for you!!!

Hey everyone, I don't expect anyone to reply to this as it'll probably be shrouded by the other posts. Just needed somewhere to write it all down.
My life has never been good. I've had moments of happiness, even for extended periods of time, but never for longer than a few months at most. I grew up in a horrible environments in and out of CPS where my Mum finally got custody of me at age 3, after I remained in a foster home for around 6 months. My Mom tried so hard for me, even until she won her court case against my birth Father. Until I was around 12, I was raised in a fairly normal environment by myself. Most of my childhood I never endured abuse or anything like that. It wasn't until I was 12, shit got real. At that age, people deemed my problems invalid because I was so young and "it couldn't be that bad" or "other people have it worse". I could never tell my Mum because I didn't want to dissapoint her and make it seem like all her efforts were for naught. As such, I sat alone with my problems, occasionally talking to people online, but nothing helped. When I turned 13, I discovered herbal cigarettes for the first time. I would roll a herb (usually something that produced a relaxing effect or a minor hallucinagen) and smoke it on my porch when my parents weren't home. After I first tried it, I told myself, "It was a good stress reliever, but I'm not gonna do this again. It's bad for me." This cycle repeated daily for around a month. Eventually, my parents found out. Despite my worries, they weren't mad. But the dissapointment in my Mum's eyes were unreal.
This was the moment where I first lost my parents trust.
Eventually, I stopped, as my parents hid everything away from me. Because of this I never wanted to be at my house, so I was with a new group of "friends: I had made. There was this one guy, who I'll name John. John shared a lot of my common interests, and would talk to me during class and we'd hang out at the centre of our city pretty often, just us two messing around and having fun, like a bunch of 8th grade boys. This lasted for a few months. I had one of the best birthdays ever with him. Around a month afterwards, this man somehow tricked me into sending nudes to him. I'm a straight man. I thought this was another one of his jokes and we'd be chill afterwards.
I was wrong.
The next day, I went to school surrounded by weirded stares and comments on the situation. I knew then, that I seriously fucked up bad. I somehow got myself out of the situation by saying it wasn't me, but my friendship with John was diminished. Despite this, he was the only friend I actually hung out with consistently after that. I dealt with his remarks in the times in the future, which grew more and more consistent as the times went on. I knew I had to let him go after he told my principle that I had a weapon on me for self defense (which basically everyone in my city does), which nearly led to me being suspended. Eventually, I abandoned him all together, and ran with whatever little amount of pride I had left. I fell into a huge state of depression after this. Even my online friends didn't want me anymore. Someone had accused me of being a pedophile and falsified screenshots. I had no one.
One day, after school, a friend who I wasn't particularly close with wanted to hang out with me after school. He mentioned his parents had a cabinet full of alcohol.
Seeing no danger with this, I accepted without hesitation. This was my first experience with alcohol. I got wasted with him, and for the first time in months, my worries washed away. Eventually, this became a weekly occurance. I would tell my parents I was going to the park, but instead I would get drunk with my friend. This soon became the only way I could live without stress. Around this time, I became closer with an acuqainted friend and his friend group, who we'll call Terry and his friends. Terry was a chill guy. We didn't share all the same interests, but he liked me for who I was. He didn't care about my past. I became closer with his friends, too. Eventually this became my new friend group. Around the time I formed this new friend group, I stopped going drinking with my other friend. Not because I didn't want to, but because he stopped pestering me to hang out with him like he did the months before. Instead, the roles were reversed at that point. Me and this friend group started hanging out more, and more, and more.
During this time, I met my first love. It was online, but it felt like the best thing in the world. We were young, and stupid. She was beautiful. I remember first talking to her on the phone on the plane ride to my Uncle's wedding. I decided to myself that I really liked this girl. I wanted her more than anything. I remember she was the only thing I dedicated myself for. Something I felt was worth being there for. I finally felt like I had some worth for the first time in forever. I should mention this was slightly before the drinking thing. We talked, we called, we loved for two whole weeks. Towards the end, I made the stupid mistake of telling her that "if I didn't meet her I probably would've killed myself". This wasn't entirely true. I was depressed before talking to her, but I don't think I was suicidal. However, this seemed to be a problem for her. Apparently, she felt trapped. Thus, she left me. I remember having to hide my heartbreak from my parents. I shortly got over it, however, and met a new girl from my school. I realize now I didn't love her, I loved the idea of being in a relationship. I remember joking to my ex about how bad my girtlfriend at the time was. After a while, she found out I was following other girls on instagram. I denied it at first, but discovered it was an opportunity to pin a breakup on her not trusting me enough, so I used that reason and dumped her. She later told the whole school I was unloyal (which I wasn't, I didn't even talk to the girls I followed). She proceeded to post shitty photos of me on her tiktok account. I remember being fuming. If sonething so small was the worst of my problems now, I would be blissful happy right now. A few weeks afterwards, I got back with my first ex. This time, it was one sided. After just over a month, I began to look at girls in my class with desire. I completely broke it off with my ex, telling her I didn't love her anymore. Years later, I still regret this decision. She accepted this, and we remained friends. Every time I felt lonely, I would talk to her again, and we would begin talking like we were together again. This repeated for around 6 months. We kept talking until around a few months ago, where I discovered she blocked me out of nowhere. I believe it was out of respect for her new boyfriend, which I respect.
After we had broken it off for the final time, I began spending time outside of school with my new friend group. Slowly, we began to hang out more and more. I even found a new girlfriend, which I had found off of quick add on snapchat, lol. Around Christmas, things went downhill. My friends asked a personal question, which was whether my girlfriend had sent me explicit pictures (i thought it would make me sound cooler if I said yes), but then they caught me in the lie, and they immediately lost trust for me. I saw the same look in their eyes as I saw in my Mother. Distrust. I tried to salvage the friendship, but I new it wouldn't be the same ever again. It still isn't. I saw the cycle repeat itself. Like last time, I left my girlfriend because I lost interest. I began to become depressed again. I started vaping and drinking to escape the pain. I didn't care as much about my looks anymore. I remember having one of the worst heartbreaks of my life afterwards. I told myself I wouldn't date ever again. I still hung out with my friends, but we all knew inside that we didnt care for each other as much as we acted. For around a month, I lived life in a cycle. A depressed cycle. One day, I caught a glimpse of a girl in my class who was exactly my type in a woman, physically and mentally. I knew she was far too good for me. I barely talked to her, and didn't have her on any social media. I eventually got the courage one afternoon to add her on snapchat, after one of my friends gave me her snap. This was after a mutual friend informed me that she found me attractive, which I didn't buy. The night I added her, we talked, and I rememebr playing games with her and her friends. It was one of the best nights I've ever had. I fucked up my sleep sdchedule just to speak to her longer. I got to know her more, and more. She was the most beautiful and perfect girl in the world. My eternal bliss lasted for a week. I had ordered flowers to ask her out with and I had the whole thing planned out with her friends. I remember going to my first work shift, and coming home, and getting a message from her:
"Hey, I think I'm lesbian. It's not your fault, I promise. I'm so sorry."
I was heartbroken, I kept tryna suffocated myself over and over again. I asked her why, what her thought process was. She eventually tired of my questions and she said that I was being a dick about it. I ended up sending her a message later that day telling her that I was sorry for being a dick about it (I still don't know what I did wrong). I didn't go to school the next day. I remember avoiding her hard for the whole rest of the school term. I was insanely depressed afterwards, the worst I've ever felt. she was the best thing that ever happened to me. I tried weed for the first time afterwards, it was mesmerising. It nearly compared to the feeling of being with her. But it was only a temporary escape. As the weeks went on, I became more and more depressed. Then, my parents found out I smoked weed, and my own mother told the police (I still dont know if thats morally right and im overthinking it) and my whole family found out and now hates me. I'm scheduled to see them tomorrow. I'm being illegally overowkred by my job, and I can;t do anything about it. I didn;t show up today, I'm probably already fired. I tried a cigarette today, it was one last thing I wanted to know before I pass. I went to one last convension today, and asked God for a sign to keep living. I ended up meeting a girl, asking for her number, and she gave me her insta and messaged me "You really thought I'd date you? Not tryna be mean".
In three hours, it'll turn midnight. I'll go to a store, find nitrous oxide, and overdose on that. Asphyxiation isn't that painful. I have nothing at all.

Hello all,
I am Olivier. I am a 33 man from France.
I am an hard working person who loves to learn new things and explore new horizon.
I work in the financial sector. I also love coaching juniors and teams to unlock their potential.
I am planning to leave the industry soon to join some social company.
I love art, philosophy, psychology, economics, nature, traveling, learning new languages… and many other ways that we could connect.
If you are also interested to grow as a person and have a positive impact on the world, please feel free to reach out. :)