Good night poems for boyfriend

I (28F) and my boyfriend (28M) have had a rocky relationship to say the least. I have borderline personality disorder (in both CBT and DBT and on medication for almost 5 years) and an eating disorder (in outpatient treatment for nearly 3 years), so I am well aware that I am not always easy to be with and that I have done/said things that have hurt him. He is an addict, on the spectrum, and bipolar with MAYBE a year of treatment and a couple months of clean time under his belt.
In the past I’ve struggled in our relationship with the idea presented to me by friends (primarily mine), family (both his and mine), and my mental health professionals that the relationship is at best toxic and at worst abusive. He has left me a total of 5 times in the span of three years.
The first time he left was to go on a drug binge with a 19 year old coworker who he was cheating on me with in my own home. Girls have always been a problem in our relationship, but as far as I know he’s only physically cheated with one girl. Typically the issues would be talking to exs, talking to girls he never really dated but did have romantic or sexual history with, doing drugs with girls, or talking badly about me to another girl. With the long history of these issues, I’ve frequently been distant or cold towards him or did things to hide ED slip ups which he says had pushed him to the actual act of physically cheating.
He spent most of our relationship writing off my concerns about a couple girls because they were also long standing friends despite having a sexual or romantic history with them. Because of this, I (drunkenly) reached out to catch up with an old friend who I used to sleep with very casually when we were both single. I only spoke to him for one night and then never again because I knew my boyfriend would be mad and hurt. He found out and broke up with me.
We have since gotten back together, and my friends and family are sort of coming around- almost against their will. In an effort to be honest I told him that while we were broken up a guy friend of over 10 years asked me out (which I declined, and he was ok with).
Fast forward to a couple months later, I didn’t block that guy, and I shared something stupid on Facebook which that guy friend commented on. My boyfriend flipped out.
I asked him to bring up concerns in a more constructive and communicative way, but we spent two days being (as he put it) “not ok”. I had plans with my family that weekend and spent the whole time trying to hold it together while feeling sick and hurt and confused because of how the text/call exchanges ended up. He told me that having that guy trying to flirt with me online “looks shady” and that I always brush off his concerns. I kept asking what I did wrong and he’d tell me nothing. By the end of the weekend I left my family’s house early and had a panic attack on the phone while he yelled at me.
I pointed out that he still has girls that have been a concern for me on Facebook and currently works with someone that he says flirts with him on the clock but I’m trying to rebuild trust and communicate with I’m uncomfortable without blowing up. He said I was deflecting and invalidating his feelings.
I’m so confused how I ended up being the one begging for forgiveness, blocking and deleting people on social media, and asking him to point blank lay out how he would like me to act in the future.
This is the first time since getting back together that I see his old mask slipping back. I had to beg him to speak to me like a human being. I had to ask him to have empathy for me- in those words. I don’t feel like I can talk to my friends and family about this without them immediately hating him again. Now I have everyone blocked that I think he could possibly have a problem with, and he seems to have calmed down.
I guess what I’m wondering at this point is… AITA for not immediately blocking that guy, and am I being manipulative and invalidating?

Bought as a gift for my boyfriend but his son’s graduation is that night. 🫣
We would still LOVE to go if possible on Thursday or Saturday (ideally GA/floor so we can dance.) but open to alternatives.
Also never dealt with not having possession of tickets until just before the show so any selling/trading tips are greatly appreciated 🙏🫶

Wish I had broken up with my husband (30M) when I ( 25F) first met him 4 years ago. He led me on and kept sleeping with me while he secretly met with and was trying to decide what to do about the last girl he saw who found out she was pregnant. Can’t handle hearing her name ever or the word ab***tion. Why did I keep dating him after I found out? He was trying to decide if he should marry her.
We continued to date because I’m an idiot. And he wouldn’t stop following girls he slept with on social. He likes their selfies and messages them a lot. He got upset that I asked him to stop and remove them..:many times. I had moved into his house and he made me leave for a week because I asked him again to stop talking to this younger girl he slept with. I went to my parents for a week and found out he had been on tinder. I know he matched someone, but I don’t know if he cheated on me. I moved back in.
I eventually blocked the girl myself. He still has girls he dated on there and the girl he got pregnant on social too. He calls me insecure and to get over it. I feel like he made me insecure by talking to them and getting on tinder. I always wonder if he wanted her back instead of me. So many times he has declined to sleep with me and it makes me embarrassed and upset.
Fast forward and I’m pregnant. He maybe touches me ten times that year. He told me he didn’t really feel good about me during that time and I have no idea why. I feel so ugly and unsupported. He barely helps with the baby and I had PPD. He was complaining about me doing so badly to others. Apparently he needs to sleep after working 8 hours but I need to get up every hour every night to help our baby and all day long. I guess it’s safe for me to feel like I’m too tired to hold the baby but not safe for him to go to work tired.
He wanted to get married. We have a rushed wedding and he won’t let me change anything because he already mentioned possible dates to his dad. His dad picked our wedding date. His mom designed the wedding. I couldn’t go dress shopping or design my cake. I have hair growing out and a postpartum body. I can’t even look at my wedding photos. I feel like my special moment was taken from me. He wouldn’t let me change anything because he told family already and invited them. He also never got on one knee for me. Which all girls dream of. But he had an ex fiancé who he took to the beach and got on one knee for. For me he sat next to me on the first day I had morning sickness. I am jealous I am angry. I feel like he will never love me as much. She devastated him. I haven’t even known him half as long as she did.
He sounds horrible but he says very lovely things to me. He scratches my back for a long time and cooks what I want for dinner. I do not really feel comfortable talking to him about these things though. He gets very worked out and upset and calls me names…he is a good person I think though.
What do I do? Did I mess up my life? Should I get us relationship counseling? I don’t feel any peace. I feel he puts other girls feelings before mine. I feel too old and ugly and full of baggage to start over and I’m not sure I could handle someone else’s past either. I couldn’t handle another woman raising my girl.
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TLDR: husband has past flings on social and won’t remove them. His pregnancy when he met me. Wouldn’t stop talking to ex and was on tinder. What should I do?

Backround info: I (16f) share a room with my sister (12f) and two of my friends that we took in to live with us permanently. We will call them Hope (16f) and Harmony (18f). Two of us typically sleep on my queen bed, the other a floor matress, while my sister sleeps in her own bed.
After prom Hope came up with the idea that we invite a mutual friend of ours over, Jude (17f). Jude has known hope since middle school and have been a "thing" on and off until they finally started dating like a month or 2 ago. Well at first when Hope and Harmony moved in, hope was constantly seeking affection with me (not sexual) and we would cuddle in an intimate way where our legs were intwined and we would be completely intwined in general and it we would even stay up all night talking and connecting. However when i started having conflicts which have been solved she stopped giving me affection as often. It was over regular friendship fears of not feeling good enough.
Well we resolved and it was still not often very much but she stopped altogether after she started dating jude. Well this has made me feel like i was the placeholder for jude and that it might have become deeper for me than i thought so i feel played with. I also feel embarrassed because i am such a prune that idk what normal behaviofeelings are for a friendship. But clearly ive been trying to take the time to get over it while i can and just move on.
Well when jude spent the night after prom at our house: Hope, Jude, and I slept on the big bed while harmony slept on the matress. Well this morning i woke up to them cuddled up and intertwined, making out. Like i could hear the spit and their tongues and they were having a full makeout session right next to me. They stopped when i made it fully clear i was awake but i felt like my space was invaded in some way and a certain anxiety or disgust.
Being intimate with your partner isnt gross to me but nobody in their right mind wants to wake up to that. Im used to my friends keeping that more discreet and private and being more considerate of my feelings. And i don't know if i am just being sensitive misophonic bitch or if this is genuinely a valid reason to ask my mom to not have jude over anymore. I don't want to have her over if the only reason is for consideration of her girlfriend without the consideration of other friends she is hanging out with. As well as feeling unimportant to a friend who is meant to be playing a sisterly figure.

This is a review for Seor Ak San, Koreatown, Bloor Street West.
RACIST, DISGUSTING PLACE SHOULD BE BOYCOTTED!!
We’ve been regular customers here since it opened, and have spent nearly every weekend here. The food used to be great, servers were polite and overall we kept going back with friends. However, our last visit today was one of the most horrible experiences we’ve had in Toronto. There was a new server, and she was outright racist towards us. She didn’t even greet us (while greeting everyone else) or come to our table initially, made us feel very unwelcome. The service to the other tables (primarily white customers) was the opposite- sweet and friendly.
1- She literally banged the water cups and bottle on the table and walked away before we could order.
2- We were then served the dish with our large seafood pancake, and when we asked for plates (as my boyfriend and I were clearly sharing the dish) she acted like we’re asking for something unnecessary.
3- As we’ve been here countless times, we know that they serve tiny serving plates with appetisers and that’s the first thing they do (common in Korean restaurants) but she hadn’t got these for us. All of the other tables had them. When we asked her for this, she raised her voice and said ‘it’s only served with main course- what you have ordered is a starter itself so I cannot give you that’ in a very rude manner (the dish we ordered is listed in the main course section) Everyone was looking, it was embarrassing. My boyfriend then politely told her that we’ve been regular here and that’s always served which is why we’re asking, and she yelled again ‘it’s against our rules I can’t get it for you’ . The unnecessary commotion she was creating was making me very uncomfortable- she clearly didn’t want to serve us, and wanted us to leave.
My heart literally broke watching my boyfriend gulp down the pancake so we could get out of there. I then suggested that we just pack the rest and leave (you can imagine how unpleasant it was) She didn’t even come to our table to get the bill, we had to go over to the counter and request it (she didn’t even have the courtesy to look up when we were speaking to her)
FYI there was a white couple sitting behind us, and she kept going over to their table, being all friendly and asking them if everything was okay.
This was honestly the worst racist experience I’ve had in Canada as a person of colour. Usually Asian restaurants have impeccable service, but this was just disgusting. Extremely enraged after being loyal and giving them so much business over the months, taking numerous friends there, that they turned out to be racist and gross.
My boyfriend and I moved to Canada and have been so happy here, the people are generally kind and polite, we’ve made numerous friends and love exploring new restaurants - We’ve only had good experiences here. This isolated experience made me realise how toxic racism is, and how it affects people.

Wish I had broken up with my husband (30M) when I ( 25F) first met him 4 years ago. He led me on and kept sleeping with me while he secretly met with and was trying to decide what to do about the last girl he saw who found out she was pregnant. Can’t handle hearing her name ever or the word ab***tion. Why did I keep dating him after I found out? He was trying to decide if he should marry her.
We continued to date because I’m an idiot. And he wouldn’t stop following girls he slept with on social. He likes their selfies and messages them a lot. He got upset that I asked him to stop and remove them..:many times. I had moved into his house and he made me leave for a week because I asked him again to stop talking to this younger girl he slept with. I went to my parents for a week and found out he had been on tinder. I know he matched someone, but I don’t know if he cheated on me. I moved back in.
I eventually blocked the girl myself. He still has girls he dated on there and the girl he got pregnant on social too. He calls me insecure and to get over it. I feel like he made me insecure by talking to them and getting on tinder. I always wonder if he wanted her back instead of me. So many times he has declined to sleep with me and it makes me embarrassed and upset.
Fast forward and I’m pregnant. He maybe touches me ten times that year. He told me he didn’t really feel good about me during that time and I have no idea why. I feel so ugly and unsupported. He barely helps with the baby and I had PPD. He was complaining about me doing so badly to others. Apparently he needs to sleep after working 8 hours but I need to get up every hour every night to help our baby and all day long. I guess it’s safe for me to feel like I’m too tired to hold the baby but not safe for him to go to work tired.
He wanted to get married. We have a rushed wedding and he won’t let me change anything because he already mentioned possible dates to his dad. His dad picked our wedding date. His mom designed the wedding. I couldn’t go dress shopping or design my cake. I have hair growing out and a postpartum body. I can’t even look at my wedding photos. I feel like my special moment was taken from me. He wouldn’t let me change anything because he told family already and invited them. He also never got on one knee for me. Which all girls dream of. But he had an ex fiancé who he took to the beach and got on one knee for. For me he sat next to me on the first day I had morning sickness. I am jealous I am angry. I feel like he will never love me as much. She devastated him. I haven’t even known him half as long as she did.
He sounds horrible but he says very lovely things to me. He scratches my back for a long time and cooks what I want for dinner. I do not really feel comfortable talking to him about these things though. He gets very worked out and upset and calls me names…he is a good person I think though.
What do I do? Did I mess up my life? Should I get us relationship counseling? I don’t feel any peace. I feel he puts other girls feelings before mine. I feel too old and ugly and full of baggage to start over and I’m not sure I could handle someone else’s past either. I couldn’t handle another woman raising my girl.
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TLDR: husband has past flings on social and won’t remove them. His pregnancy when he met me. Wouldn’t stop talking to ex and was on tinder. What should I do?

I would say that overall, today was pretty tough.
I saw in that movie called trainspotting a little excerpt about how when recovering from an addiction something that is unspoken is that feeling of depression. Like nothing really excites you, you don't really look forward to much, nothing.
I find this to really ring true, especially today for some reason. But for me its mainly the OCD stuff. day after day im living with a sense of fear, without any possibility for the "answer" that my brain is seeking. So its this constant sense of uncertainty without really any relief. Back when I would "use" so to speak, in my waking existence of this reality there was always a great escape. I would just plunge into indulgence and dopamine would flood my brain and for those hours I felt as if I didn't really exist, like I was someplace else.
So it makes sense as to why I'd feel depressed. My "answer" to the ghost of fear that follows me around is taken away. And with the days passing on and the novelty of recovery gone, you're simply faced with the uncertainty of life.
While this may seem sad, I feel that in tandem with what I said now is a good time to take a deep dive into the depth of my addiction at its worse, and why I would feel as If something essential to me is missing. After all, its what my brain was taught.
To start off, when I see accounts of other pornography type addictions, most of the time, these are trivial to me. It's almost notable how far my addiction went, until it isn't. because the people on the communities I would use in would be just as frequent as me, with their hours just as long. Showing that this is a silent epidemic that is exclusively a consequence of the 21st century. For now its clinically called "cybersex addiction". But in my opinion their needs to be a term created that sounds more medicinal. Cybersex sounds a little corny and a tad sci-fi, and with my recount and the habits of others in the community, I'm sure in 20 years or so it will be observed as something a bit more serious and given a name to fit it. But for now with its current term its a tad difficult to take it seriously. If I was to tell someone I suffered for years from a cybersex addiction they'd probably find it a bit humorous. But I digress.
I would say that it started when I was about 15 years old, give or take. I had always liked porn. Loved porn even. I remember when I discovered it at 12 years old, and how good it made me feel. I watched it close to every night and would masturbate. But the feelings that I specifically liked were the videos that displayed power, and control. Absolutely nothing romantic. Stealing someone's girlfriend, making someone's spouse pleasure you for a favor, making a stepsibling "do as their told". Those kinda things. Specifically cheating. There was something so arousing to me about making someone elses significant other have sex with you. The power trip felt to primal and dirty. This was at 12-13 years old.
However, despite my habit, I feel as if I was still normal. I subconsciously suspended a sense of disbelief. The prospect of just having a girlfriend and having sex still very much excited me. My member still worked perfectly fine. And when I would watch porn I would just rub one out and be done with it. 15 minutes tops, typically more around 5. And then id move on with my day.
I remember when I first discovered a sex chat room. I believe I was 14 years old. At that time i had it on a family computer, so I couldn't take it very far. But i remember how excited I felt, that jumping in my chest when matched up with someone I would talk about sex with. But i wouldnt be able to touch myself, as I was in the living room.
It was at the back end of that year when I'd get on the site again. At this point I had purchased a smart phone and could use it in privacy. I will never forget that night in which I was hooked. I was on the couch, as I used to sleep there in a living room. This was different from the different aforementioned living room, as I had a lot of places growing up. I never had much of a home, and it was pretty troubled. But thats a topic for another day.
I matched up with someone on that same site. They were, or most likely roleplaying, as someone's wife. Sneaking around. I remember when I discovered that in the conversation my heart felt like it jumped out of my chest. I remember moving the conversation towards soemething sexual, and "she" naturally played her part and went along. I remember getting demanding, giving orders. "she" acted reluctant but "caved". I remember getting a euphoric sexual high. 14 years old, I was hooked.
It ebbed and flowed over the years, and came and went. But when it got really bad is after the onset of my adulthood OCD, at around 17
(People with OCD have it fully set in at some point during early adulthood, with episodes throughout childhood)
When my mental illness struggles started I felt as though my life was a waking nightmare. I just did not understand nonresponse at the time, and it felt as though my reality caved and inverted. I could not have a moment without rumination and did not understand there was nothing to solve. I just didn't understand. so I was merely a zombie, like some kind of ghoul. I was pretending to be alive. Floating moment to moment, phoning it in. My family didnt understand why I was so distant. Why i had no aspirations or anything. It made my father so angry he would beat me. The beating and what not got so bad that at 18 I split home. I was in and out after that.
Some time passed and I bummed around but I got to a point where I lived by myself and had roommates.
Throughout this era there was one constant. The internet pornography use. The "cybersex". at the end of every fruitless day I would get on, and it would be hours. I had multiple accounts, on multiple forums. Many fetish based. I would get desperate sometimes and would get spammy, clawing for a good partner that matched my interests, and would often get banned. So many times I would have accounts i would switch back in forth from to avoid getting banned. I was a full blown addict.
Snap forwards a couple years, where my addiction and mental illness had fully taken over. I had no job, I would never be able to hold one down. I was hemorrhaging money, my savings from my teenage hood. I would Doordash and do gig work on occasion but would give up if my OCD got too loud. Or if I had plans but started using f*ck those plans.
I would wake up at 11 or so. maybe noon, maybe 1. id get up and use the restroom, throw my clothes on the floor. My room was completely rotted away. I would go downstairs and chat with my roommates. maybe go grab lunch or something. then I'd get home and start using. typically, by 3 o clock. It would be hours, masturbating, binge watching porn, being on the forums. Finding partners that matched me and saying things that were unspeakibly nasty to get a good rush. Hours and hours would pass by and I would prevent ejaculation. i did not want the escape to end, but eventually it would. I would excrete all over myself and by matress with no bedding (I would not put my sheets on my bed, as i just simply did not care). I would not clean up much, would mostly just let it dry. After that I would watch some youtube. I would not get out of my bed, or shower, or anything like that. These things did not not concern me. At around 10 or so I would start up again. Using and using and using and using. typically till about 4 in the morning. Then id c*m, and Id go downstairs to stuff my face with whatever I had in the fridge. Then Id go back into my room, and with the rush of my vice gone and the fear from OCD quelled by it, Id feel unspeakably sad. Unspeakably empty. then id go to sleep.
Sometimes it was from the moment I woke up. I'd wake up, stare at my ceiling, my anxiety would settle in, and I'd start using. I'd use till 2 and then take a nap. Then id use till 4. Then I'd use till 8. Then id use till 2 am.
I remember my member would be red and blistered, sensitive to the touch, and unable to get an erection. But id keep using. Id go again and again, rubbing it while it was limp. My room stunk like hell and I was gaining weight. My hair was greasy and i was running out of money. I was literally just fading away.
Heres my great ability though. My friends just thought I was a tad unhygienic and lazy. They didn't suspect a thing. Because no matter what, I'm always a showman. I can always say something to crack up the group or become an inside joke. I was literally a dead man walking yet people considered me funny and capable. But the curtain got pulled on that eventually.
Well, more on that some other day. This recount served its purpose for me in putting in my perspective on what I am not anymore. And no matter how hard it gets, making sure I never go back again.
Fucking hell man. Why's this shit gotta be so hard.
See yall tomorrow.

For reference, I am most definitely neurodivergent. I am undiagnosed but I do suffer from chronic anxiety and obsessive compulsive thoughts.
There’s this guy in my friend group, who even when I was with my ex boyfriend (the friend group formed while my ex and I were on the path to breakup) I found attractive. But I was loyal and had no intentions of acting on it. It doesn’t help this attractive boy in question is also my friend’s ex.
I always noticed how close he was with my other friend in the group, and I always did feel a bit jealous about the friendship they had.
Flash forward to five months after my ex and I’s breakup, when me and this him (possible LO?) finally open the door on our friendship. I shouldn’t have done this knowing I thought he was the most attractive person and liked him just a little bit. But I didn’t know him then, so I’m not sure why. But every interaction did feel like so much fun because of that spark of affection on my end. But what developed was a friendship where we realized we were two people on the same wavelength.
We spoke every day, talking and facetiming for hours. I hate looking back on it that I was probably a bit motivated because I liked him. For a little bit, I was rational and knew as my friends ex, and also because of the other friend in the group (who was close with him that I was jealous of) did actually like him and was trying to get over that too.
But he said things like he’d never met anyone like me and that we get along on such a different level. I knew because of the ex circumstances that he had messed up in a few regards, and I acknowledged he could mess up and I wanted to be honest with him to help him improve but my admiration for him and believing he was flawless was also a bit blinding.
He visited me in college, traveling 5 hours and getting a hotel room with two beds for us to spend the night. He also called me his weakness. I didn’t want to tell him, and I also fully believed he did not love me back, but at a certain point I started hoping that maybe years down the line he could learn to love me too.
I finally confessed, at the day that would mark a complete three months of our official and closer friendship. He felt the same. Things ended up getting very complicated, so we were not able to tackle what that meant properly. But despite the difficulties, I became very narrow minded and focused on us solving these issues and getting together, even if I should have prioritized salvaging the friendship.
I have never been obsessive over a person before. I’ve only ever self sabotaged, spiraled and overthought. But I’ve also never talked to someone for hours on end, uninterrupted, who I did like. This was the first time having a person who I liked take up all of my thoughts, make me totally infatuated, and believe there was no possibility of finding someone better. There are too many circumstances about the complications to explain, which is why i’m unsure if limerence occurred. I thought maybe it was my first time being in an obsessive or fully infatuated type of love, but knowing I’m mentally ill and that even as we try to rebuild our friendship and put our feelings aside, I still want a relationship and think about the things he said to me after we confessed and being more physically intimate (but not like that) obsessively, Im worried that the entire time I’ve just been slowly stumbling into my first experience with limerence.

I (f19) and my friend Linda (F18) have been friends for about 5 to 6 years now and while she can be toxic on and off she is a nice person.
Recently I held a house party and I had my friend group over aswell as Linda, I was under the influence but Linda was not, at this party was a guy I had a crush on for about a year or so and me and him were very close and talking the whole night, I had then gotten up to use the bathroom and I came back to find out Linda and the guy I was with were gone. I asked everyone and I was told Linda left with this guy who was very heavily under the influence with her being completely sober and was shown a video of her pouncing on him nearly immediately after I left the room.
I had rang her multiple times and she did not pick up, the next morning she had text me going into extreme detail about what they had done even though she knew I had a crush on him, this is also similar to the time we were at another party and jumped onto the guys lap that I was speaking to and began to kiss him.
There had also been a situation were I was with this guy but I was not completely comfortable with him and I had asked Linda that if he tried to pull me away from the group for her to help me out and tell him that we needed to be headed to her apartment (to back up my story I had told him) now this guy had tried to drag me into a dark alley while his friends were there and he kept asking Linda if he could borrow me whilst I was looking at her with pleading eyes to help me out, Linda then proceeded to say he could borrow me and to just walk me home when he was "done". Although I did get out of the situation.
A few days later Linda was under the influence and had wanted to go out to meet this guy but when she was sober she asked me to not allow her as it was a guy that I was interested in, throughout the night she drank more and began screaming that she wanted to see this guy and me and others had tried to stop her, she then bit someone due to them stopping her and he was visibly annoyed then she had claimed he was trying to injure her once he was angry because she kept trying to fight him, she then cried in my arms after trying to fight me aswell .
She has noticed I have began to ghost her and is very mad and saying I have no reason to do so as she has a boyfriend now and claimed she has changed.
Am I the a hole?

I have issues getting good sleep, I wake up at 6:30 for work, get home and do my daily tasks. But when it comes to laying down and sleeping it’s a no go until midnight and then a repeat. Even my prescribed Ativan and taking up to 20mg of melatonin doesn’t do anything. My doctor hasn’t helped outside of my benzo use for anxiety. (Ex addict so they won’t prescribe me anything crazy that some people have recommended.) I just want a night of amazing sleep.

my friend, let’s call her Macy just got out of her relationship of two years. Before this though, she had connected with a past relationship (from second grade). Let’s call him, Jason. Her and Jason would snap multiple times a day and have full conversations through Snapchat while she was still in her relationship. This already made me upset and I told her she shouldn’t be snapping him while in a relationship. Macy told me multiple times that it wasn’t like that and that they were just friends. Eventually though she broke up with her boyfriend and continued to snap Jason. Now she’ll go on and on about the stuff he sends her and the stuff he says. Macy talks about how cute he is and when I ask if she likes him she lies to me.
Now though there’s a new guy, let’s call him Eric. Macy and Eric work together and he lives in our neighborhood. She has his Snapchat and they snap multiple times a day too. Except with Eric, she complains about how he talks to her even though she told him she doesn’t want to be in a relationship. I’ve told her multiple times that she should just unadd him or tell him to stop talking to her like that. Apparently, she even went on a walk with him at 10 PM in our neighborhood and doesn’t think it’s weird.
It’s so contradictory to say she doesn’t want to be in a relationship but then go talk about Jason like she wants one with him. I feel so wrong for feeling upset. She’s not in a relationship so if she likes a guy it’s not cheating but it still feels so wrong to me. I hate when she brings them up because she lied to me about Jason and I feel bad for her ex. He was a good guy, they just didn’t work out. So when Macy talks about Jason and Eric I feel like it’s wrong for me to support her. She doesn’t seem to care that she’s not acting right and thinks I’m judging her. I love her and don’t want her to think that. Should I just get over it? Or should I talk to her about how I feel again?

Okay, buckle up because these details might be hard to follow, but I’ll try my best.
My old coworker set me up with her best friend almost two years ago. He and I both agreed that things would be strictly casual/sexual because he’s in an open relationship and I’m not looking for anything. His girlfriend knows of me and I’ve hung out with her a few times - this is where the issue starts.
My friend (let’s call her Amy) is good friends with the girlfriend (Stacy, for the sake of this post) and often invites me out for girl’s nights. I told Amy that while I think Stacy is sweet, I’m not comfortable being friends with her and that I need there to be some kind of boundaries moving forward. Amy says okay, that’s understandable and drops it for a while.
But a few months ago, Amy invited me to her birthday party where everyone was present. I did my best to be civil, but I let her know a few days later that I was extremely uncomfortable and would not be in attendance for these events in the future. This is when Amy tells me that her best friend (let’s call him Derek) has slept with almost everyone in their friend group, and I’ll just have to get over it, because Stacy is the least of my problems.
When I ask Derek to confirm, he gets mad and says that Amy is largely exaggerating, but fesses up to sleeping with some of the people named and claims it happened over a decade ago. I kinda brushed it aside because it’s not really my business, but I did make it clear to both of them that I will not be hanging out with their friend group pretty much ever again.
Now, fast forward to yesterday, Derek and I go out for drinks and he asks if he can confront Amy about her airing out his dirty laundry. I say no, and that I had forgotten all about that (because I did) and explained to him that I just have a weird thing about friend groups. That’s when he lets something slip. I was pretty tipsy at the time but I know I caught “I’m glad I never told you.”
So I put the breaks on the conversation and directly asked him if he’s ever slept with Amy. He says yes, that they started out as a casual thing and eventually became best friends. I told him I didn’t want to hear anything else and that was the end of it.
Now I’m wondering... am I overreacting, or is this actually a really weird fucking situation? I feel so strange because on one hand, none of this is my business, but on the other hand, I let them both know that I was uncomfortable hanging around people who had slept together and they neglected to tell me this very crucial part of the story.
I’ve known Amy and Derek since 2020, and I’m just now finding this out… I’m more mad at her for not telling me; obviously a guy’s not going to ruin his chances for sex over something like this. But Amy’s invited me out multiple times knowing how I felt, and she’s even tried to convince me to go on group vacations.
I don’t know. If you made it to the end of this mess, kudos. Let me know if I’m an idiot.

At Madison Dentistry & Implant Center, we understand that getting a good night’s sleep is crucial for a smooth recovery after a wisdom tooth removal. However, finding a comfortable sleeping position can be challenging, especially in the immediate aftermath of the procedure. We’ll provide you useful pointers and recommendations in this guide on how to get a good night’s sleep following wisdom tooth extraction so you can wake up feeling well rested:
Sleep on Your Back
One of the best sleeping positions after wisdom tooth removal is on your back. This position helps minimize pressure on the surgical sites and reduces the risk of accidentally biting down on your cheeks or tongue. Use extra pillows to elevate your head slightly, which can help alleviate swelling and promote better breathing.
Use Pillows for Support
Placing pillows strategically around your body can provide additional support and comfort while you sleep. Consider placing a pillow under your knees to relieve pressure on your lower back and promote spinal alignment. You can also use pillows to prop yourself up slightly if sleeping on your back feels uncomfortable.
Avoid Sleeping on Your Side or Stomach
Sleeping on your side or stomach can exert pressure on the surgical sites and increase the risk of discomfort or bleeding. Try to avoid these positions, especially during the first few days following wisdom tooth removal. If you have a habit of rolling onto your side during sleep, consider using body pillows or wedges to help you stay on your back.
Maintain Proper Oral Hygiene
Before bed, gently rinse your mouth with saltwater to clean the surgical sites and remove any food particles or debris. Avoid vigorous rinsing or spitting, as this can disrupt blood clot formation and delay healing. Additionally, be mindful of any post-operative instructions provided by your dental surgeon regarding oral hygiene practices.
Use Ice Packs or Cold Compresses
If you’re experiencing swelling or discomfort, applying ice packs or cold compresses to the cheeks can help reduce inflammation and numbness. Wrap the ice packs in a thin towel or cloth to prevent direct contact with the skin and limit the application to 10-15 minutes at a time.
Stay Hydrated
Drink plenty of water throughout the day to stay hydrated and promote healing. However, avoid drinking large amounts of fluids right before bedtime to minimize the need to get up during the night for bathroom breaks. opt for room temperature or lukewarm water to avoid irritating sensitive oral tissues.

At Madison Dentistry & Implant Center, we’re dedicated to providing personalized care and support for our patients throughout every stage of their dental treatment journey. By following these tips for sleeping after wisdom tooth removal, you can ensure a more comfortable and restful night’s sleep while promoting optimal healing. If you have any concerns or questions about your recovery process, don’t hesitate to reach out to our experienced dental team for assistance. We’re here to help you achieve a smooth and successful recovery after wisdom tooth removal.

My egg donor has finally done the last thing she will ever do to me. My child is sleeping over at her house this weekend. She’s always been nice to him in a way she never was with me, I think to try and hurt me but anyway I’ve allowed them to have a relationship and I’ve been “low contact” But my son sent me a panic text tonight saying she was talking bad about me to my stepfather. My son recorded them. Not only did narc egg donor tell my son I was “mentally ill” and “had bipolar” she was scheming to try to find a way to get custody of him. This is so next level. I am a mental health provider! I have a doctorate! I don’t even drink alcohol! He goes to the best school and I work my butt off to give him the best life as a single parent. I must be doing something right because I was granted sole legal and physical custody. I am an amazing mother! I am the most non-bipolar person yet this pathetic excuse for a “mother” is trying to poison my own son against me. No, never again. I will never look at her face again. My son will not be allowed to talk to her ever again. She will never hear me utter a single syllable in her direction. I am going FULL no contact for good and I hope she rots in hell. Even if I did struggle with mental health issues and trust me I do but mostly in the “I’m not lovable because my egg donor is a narc” kind of way, (and overcompensate by being an overachiever) she shouldn’t have been telling my 10 year this and she should call me to ask me if I am bipolar or why she thinks I am. I am very confused as to why she thinks this. My son told me she was as saying something about when I was 16 I stayed out all night with a guy. I guess that makes me bipolar 27 years later! I am blocking her numbers. We will do our own Holidays. I look forward to a new life. I’ve felt like an orphan for a long time and that’s what I will tell people. She got pregnant by accident and I never knew my Fathers side and I’m not close with my Stepfather. So I’m utterly alone single orphan parent with a 10 year old. It’s better than pretending any longer.

I (F21) am pregnant and my (M22) boyfriend had gotten into a little argument. I told him that recently i haven’t been having sex with him is because i don’t feel the emotional connection there. which he then proceeded to tell me that he wished he never got me pregnant and that every morning when he wakes up he thinks about how much he regrets it. and that he hasn’t wanted to be with me for a long time, that he’s just been sticking it out. now i’m questioning everything because we’ve had a good couple of days together. we even went to the fair together the night before and he was telling me how much he loved me and how excited to be a dad he was :/

This happened 3 days ago. Prom was happening and it was a pretty fun time, our school is a little smaller so our prom had the entirety of high school attend. There were about ~150 people at the venue. My girlfriend and I are both seniors, and we get voted from prom king and queen. I'm not your typical super popular prom king. I'm kinda just a scrawny guy who is goofy and people generally like cause I'm funny. I'm also one of the only 3 people in the grade who is dating someone who is both a senior and goes to our school. Either way I'm really happy.
The way my prom venue is structure is that there is this stage, and then a raised walkway that goes from the stage to around the end of the room. Well anyways, when we walk up to the stage, I'm obviously pretty happy. I walk up, I kiss her on the cheek, and all is good. The announcers tell us to make a speech now that we got voted, and honestly I didn't really have anything planned, and neither did she. So we kinda make an awkward speech that was fine cause it was one of those "its funny cause its awkward" kinda situations, and it really wasn't that bad.
Anyways, we walk down the runway, and when we get off the runway, slow dance music starts playing. We get cheered on to slow dance. So, we get back on the runway and we begin dancing. I do not know how to dance like at all, and im kind of stiff but all in all its ok all things considered. I was expecting other people to join us on the runway and slow dance with us, but nobody did for a good minute. So it literally was just us dancing and everyone just watching us. I wasn't really that worried about it, and it didn't feel awkward because I was much more focused on being infatuated by my girlfriend haha. After a minute, people finally started getting on the stage on stopped being pussies, and everything was chill. A few more fun songs play, and its overall a pretty fun time, and now everyone is on the runway jamming.
So far, there may have been a few awkward moments but overall it was a really fun time, and the awkward moments really weren't that glaring cause people were more focused on how cute the moment was. However, when I the dancing ends and we wrapped up, I went to talk to a few of my friends, and they joked that I was "getting that gyatt" while I was up there. I'm confused, and they show me a video of us dancing, and there is this 5 second segment really embarrassing segment.
During the dance, my hand was on her back most of the time, but for some reason, I decide to move my hand down to her leg, then readjust back up to her ass. My hand stays on her ass for a second, and then for some reason my hand MAKES A SQUEEZING MOTION. After the squeezing motion, my hand then readjusts to back to her back. On the video it literally looks like I just put my hand on her ass and decided to get a nice grab for a second. Its like really bad. This was during the minute where there was no one on stage too, and everyone was just watching us. I swear I do NOT remember doing anything like that during the dance, and I had zero intention to be grabbing her sexually during the dance. Either way, there is literal video evidence and I can no longer deny the allegations.
I talked to my girlfriend, and she said she also got a few comments from a few of her friends that I grabbed her ass while we danced. She said she didn't want to specify which friends made this comment. She said it was funny, made fun of me and said it wasn't that big of a deal, but I'm still really embarrassed about it. My friends are also making fun of me, saying how it was a "great place to have your hand" and how I was "groping her gyatt, nyash".
The only saving grace I have is that during that 5 second segment, her back was facing a corner of the room without many people, so I think only about 15% of the venue would've seen me grab her ass live. Either way, the fact that my gf and I did get prom king and queen does kind of overshadow the embarrassing moment, and I'm overall pretty happy about that prom night, but its still mfing embarrassing as hell.
TL;DR: Grabbed my gf's ass during our prom dance as prom king and queen, where it was just us on stage and everyone was just watching us. My friends and her friends are now making fun of me for doing that, and I'm pretty embarrassed.

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Last night I hung out with a friend I’ve recently rekindled with. We were drinking and she suggested that we go out to the bar. I was down but then I saw that she got kind of drunk and I was uncomfortable going with her when she’s that intoxicated. I was thinking the bouncers probably wouldn’t let her in. I told her that we should wait until she sobers up because the night was still young. Thing is with her is that she gets offended whenever I tell her that she should slow down or stop drinking. I do it out of love for her and not to make her feel stupid. She just gets so mad and it makes me not even want to drink with her at all because she can be rude when people are just looking out for her well-being. Even though I knew she might get pissed at me I told her that we’re gonna wait because she was simply too drunk. I leave to go the bathroom for a second and she calls a cab while I’m in there, to go from her place to the bar. I told her that they probably wouldn’t let us in the bar and that we should wait (and I’ve already told her this repeatedly). Then she reaches for more alcohol and I tell her she shouldn’t, then she says “I guess I have to obey you” and I don’t want to feel like her mom or anything I’m just looking out for her! If I got that drunk I would want someone to look out for me too, and I’d listen to them! This made me feel like shit so I just gave up. The cab arrived and she was being obnoxious in there too and I kept wishing I could be more honest with her but I get so scared of her getting angry at me, especially because we just became friends again. I begrudgingly get in the cab with her thinking we could just wait in the lobby for her to sober up. She agrees at first but then she keeps saying she wants to go wait in line. I tell her she needs to sober up but she doesn’t listen to me and goes in line anyway and I’m waiting in line with her and people can tell she’s had a bit too much. I felt like I told her so many times that we should wait till she sobers up or just go home but she wanted nothing to do with it. Honestly, I feel like if my other friends were to get intoxicated like she did I’d feel comfortable telling them and would escort them out the line because they wouldn’t have an angry reaction. But with this girl, she gets so stubborn and pissed off, I guess I’m scared of her when she drinks that much.
Anyway the bouncers saw that she was too intoxicated to go in and they ask me how many drinks she’s had, since I’m obviously not as drunk as her. They won’t let her go in. I felt like such an awful person, an awful friend for even going in line with her. I should have never let her go in line, I should have called the cab company and cancelled our ride and stayed home. I should have dragged her out of that line and taken her home. I wanted to do that so bad but for some reason I was just afraid of her reaction. And with my stupid ass wanting to keep the peace or whatever, it just makes me look like a fucking horrible person for trying to take her to the bar when she’s had too much. I’ve been a people pleaser all my life, and although I’ve improved throughout the years, I clearly still have work to do. But at the same time there’s a part of me that thinks I should throw this friendship away. I love her but she can get so out of control sometimes. I shouldn’t condone that kind of behaviour. She can just be so hard to be around when she’s intoxicated. I didn’t want to be the kind of friend that’s bossy and controlling. I was just trying to take care of her. And whenever I try, she takes it the wrong way.
So we go back home, and while I’m trying to fall asleep I just feel so fucking regretful. Why couldn’t I have been a bitch about it? Why did I have to end up in this situation when I could have been straight up with her? Even though I did try multiple times to be real with her, she just didn’t listen. I guess I have to be a hard ass sometimes, and it doesn’t matter what she thinks. Or, just not drink with her anymore. I hate being the one that’s just buzzed most of the time while she gets super drunk. I hate having to be the one that takes care of her all the time. I also hate that she wouldn’t listen to me, but what can I expect from her when she’s that intoxicated. I just feel like a bad friend. I try to keep the peace but I’m doing a disservice to her.
When we woke up in the morning she apologized for her behaviour. I told her that it was ok and that I should have dragged her out the line, that we should have waited until she sobered up or just stayed the fuck home. I told her that I wanted to take her out the line but I was afraid of how she would react. She told me “no dude please be honest with me.” Idk I just feel like I can never win in this friendship and it’s not good for me anymore. Whenever I am honest with her she gets angry. And since I’m still a people pleaser with her idk I feel like I need to take some space for myself and decide if this friendship is still something I want in my life. And I REALLY need to stop being afraid of how people react. I need to stop giving a fuck about “keeping the peace” and do what’s best for my friends. I just feel like a stupid, horrible fucking person.

Trigger Warning: eating disorder.
(Long) Backstory: I (38F) have dealt with weight issues since I was a child. Looking back at pictures of myself I wasn't actually big, just not a stick-figure, and probably would have lost most of my baby-fat with age. Unfortunately starting at around the age of eight my family decided that I was obscenely fat, and being entrenched in 80's diet-culture started withholding food from me/not having food in the house (I was a latch-key kid and often home alone after school), which led me to binge when I DID have access to food, and develop very bad food-insecurities. This, combined with the familial disappointment that instead of losing weight I was actually gaining, resulted in my developing a raging case of body dysmorphia and Atypical Anorexia where I would starve myself for up to days at a time, then binge everything in sight, feel guilty for "failing" and eating, which started the vicious cycle all over again. Unfortunately as a result no matter how healthy I eat and how much I work out, my body now perpetually thinks I am in a famine situation and holds on to my "fat reserves" in anticipation of another "famine"
In my late 20's I started working on modifying my behavior and recognizing my triggers myself, and about five years ago I started working with a team of ED specialists (Doctor, Dietician, Therapist). As a result, I have not had an "episode" in more than five years. In that time my weight has leveled out and I'm a size 20 (I'm 5'11, and *shocker* very physically active). The voice in my head that tells me I'm "failing" for eating anything at all is still there, but I have better coping mechanisms now to deal with it.
I was in the process of becoming a bariatric surgery candidate when the weight-loss drug Wegovy became available again. My Doctor was happy to prescribe it to me as an alternative to major surgery, and it's been nothing short of miraculous. I'm down 25lbs in 10 weeks, which is a loss rate I'm very happy with, and I am feeling great. I have had to work with my ED team on working out a way for me to modify and keep track of my diet without hitting any of my triggers (the consensus is I'm allowed whatever sounds good to eat, but I need to focus on protein. It's been working great so far)
Now, on to the part where I may be the asshole:
My mother has lived with me for the last several years. She is mostly financially-dependent on me, and I'm not going to lie but we often do not have the best relationship. Unfortunately, her only other option is to live in her car, so here we are.
She has always been critical about my appearance, always under the guise of "concern", and still likes to give unsolicited diet-advice even though I have told her until I'm blue in the face that many of her "suggestions" are either insanely unhealthy (only eating eggs and getting only 400 calories a day), or massive triggers for my ED, which she believes I am "making up for attention".
Since starting the Wegovy she has actually been very positive and supportive, and notices the changes in my shape before I do. However, she has recently started getting very critical again about what specifically I'm eating, and she doesn't believe me that my meals are dietician-approved because they often contain things like carbs, or because I'll drink milk as a post-workout drink.
Last night my mom started ranting that she's been on some of the Wegovy-support groups on FB, and I'm not losing weight as fast as many other people (This is true, some people are losing 20+lbs a month, but they are also having more issues with loose skin which I would like to minimize if I can), so I must not be dieting right, and I need to start doing X, Y, and Z, otherwise I'm going to fail and stay fat forever.
After a long argument where I reiterated that X, Y, and Z are major triggers for my ED and that I have told her countless times these are major triggers, I finally yelled at her that if she keeps doing this she will have to find somewhere else to live. My mom started crying, saying she's only trying to help me, and that it's not fair that I threaten her home when I know she has nowhere else to go.
Today she's been acting like nothing ever happened, but her BFF called me and told me he understands where I'm coming from, but I'm still an asshole for threatening to throw her out.
So, AITA?

It’s been a little over a year now since my baby girl left me after 14 years. I know that there’s others in this community who truly loved and bonded with their York like I did mine. I cried all day long on and off for several months. It was probably 3-4 months after she passed that I woke up one morning, thinking of her first thing, which was routine. As I sat there laying in bed thinking about how much I missed her and then getting up to start my day.. I felt a very familiar feeling on my back. She slept on a heated blanket next to me every single night of her life. She was very good about not waking me up. But did at times when I slept in really late. She would just simply stand on my back with her front paws. That’s the exact feeling I had. I turned my head and saw out of the corner of my eye a silhouette of an unmistakable little head with two big pointy ears. It was gazing off in the distance. I quickly got up and turned to face it, and of course saw nothing. I’m not religious at all (not judging those who are!) but I know what I felt & saw. She visited me and I’m positive of it. It’s hard to explain..but I’ve recently read that this is actually somewhat common. Has anyone else had a similar experience? I’ve not told many people as it sounds kinda insane I know.
What’s really odd..I’ve not had one dream with her in it. I’ve had 2 that I was thinking about her, but didn’t see her. I was absolutely broken, still am, but not one dream I know of. I would dream about X’s for months that I only dated for like a year. She meant far more to me than any of them. This makes no sense to me. Curious if others have experienced this as well.
This community was so supportive when she passed, meant a lot ❤️🙏

I been in crypto since 2017. I got into it during the top back then. Was just a poor college grad, so I didn't have much to lose. Luckily as crypto crashed in 2018 I landed a nice paying job. I was putting 90% of my pay check into crypto up until mid 2020. Buying btc at 3k and eth sub 100. I bought Chainlink at 30 cents. A few other good entries too. Sadly I also had a big portion of my shitfolio in XRP, but tbf it had some fair returns in 2021.
I sold my portfolio in Feb 2021, a bit too early. And as you guessed, everything ran up 2-3 X higher after I sold. I told myself I wouldn't look back. And that we were entering a long bear market. I had about 700k at that time. All of it put into Anchorrrrr. Quit the job too like a fool. And as you already know 2021 was a double bubble.
Later, in November that year btc reached new ath's, followed by a correction. I thought a major alt season was on the rise. "I just need a 2x to make up for what I missed out on." I still remember that one night, at the intersection in my car at a red light. It was midnight and I was the only one there. Looked at my phone and saw -50% across the entire crypto market. It was all downhill from there.
Not everyone wins. In order for you to win, someone must lose. Who here is from the 2017 era still hasn't "made it"? Am I the only one? Like a child held back a grade? I'm still here, it was painful. My portfolio was near math's recently, but not quite. The bull isn't exactly guaranteed. I been learning TA for the past few years and listening about how the markets work. But I'm still here, for now.

I'm not the kind to ask for help but I actually need it in the worst way possible. My wife is sick with kidney n n heart failure and has doctor's appointment every weekday that she needs to be driven to (usually an hour away in Charleston or Orangeburg.) This is all a sudden thing and it's changed our lives over night literally. I've been in search of a new job and it's not happening as fast as I need it. Better hundreds in gas back n forth to doctors appointments and maintaining our household has been difficult and we have been missing meals most days which isn't good for my sick wife. I'm willing to work doing almost anything at this point (I'm a machine operator also a jack of all trades) if I could get a few dollars I would be grateful. I'm willing to trade favors, work around your home or job site. I've even been trading sexual favors with older women to make ends meet (I'm not proud of this) please help me (if possible ill return the help or favor) i feel less then a man and im doing everything in my power to survive until im gainfully employed