Ok technically I have a lot of words but damn girl WTF

Girls .. I .. something happened this morning & I just feel like I cannot tell anyone in my life at all. But I HAVE to share it. Idk I feel like it might make some people out there feel better or get a good laugh or IDK THIS WAS JUS THE MOST CRAZIEST SHIT TO EVER HAPOEN TO ME I GOTTA TELL SOMEBODY

TW -> GROSS STORY & also SH joke

My boyfriend slept over last night, as he normally does. We’ve been dating not even a year, close though. Both 26.
I woke up this morning & felt immediate dread. I jumped up and there was diarrhea all down my legs and on my butt and .. on my boyfriend. I skipped, hopped, and RAN off the bed. Unfortunately all this commotion woke him up. I’m standing there, blanket all bunched up tryna hide myself and the bed. He just kinda stands up, chugs water, says “hi sexy” and moseys on to the bathroom. I hear him peeing & I notice some shuffling going on but at this point, I’m not paying attention to him. I am FAST MOVING, stripping the bed, putting a towel down, throwing blankets into laundry bags. He comes back, I literally say nothing to him and run to the bathroom (there’s only one in my home). I’m in there only a few moments when I HEAR THE DOOR OPENING. and I run over and close it on him and all I can say is “sorry!”
I spend little to no time dilly dallying in the bathroom. I get straight to work cleaning up. Using Lysol, cleaning blankets, clothes. THANKFULLY, MASHALLAH, there is Imodium in my bathroom medicine cabinet. I LOVE my past self. I’m ngl I ripped those bitches open w my eyebrow tweezer and dry swallowed three of em. I get myself cleaned up and finally go back in the room.

He just looks at me, naked & wet from my shower, my Lysol-soaked, poopy clothes in my hands, I’m shaking and stuttering “sorry” looking down. He smiles and says “do you have anything else for the bed I wanna lay back down.” I go to the hall closet for another blanket for us & say “I’m killing myself. That was probably one of the worst things that could’ve possibly happened to someone. Shitting themselves w their beau in the bed. I am so sorry.” He just laughed and smiled and HUGGED ME. He didn’t say much of anything about the incident. All he said was “yeah I didn’t notice until I was in the bathroom taking a piss and I was like ‘what’s this on my boxers?’” 💀💀
He wanted me to go straight back to cuddling w him. He even said “I needa keep spooning you, that was so comfortable” GIRL I WAS GAGGED. WDYM SPOON ME ???!?!?!?? THAT WAS THE POSITION I SHIT ON YOU IN !!!?!?!?!?!!!!!

anyway, long story short, he fucked me twice right then & there. yeahhhhh soooo, ladies, this is just proof that you can do the most diabolically gross shit in the world, and that man will still wanna fuck you. Men are DOGS. LOVE MINE THO.
IDK LOVE U ALL SO SORRY TO BURDEN YOU W THIS GROSSNESS. MMWAH MWAH GOODNIGHT PEACE & LOVE

Dinner pictured is the DINNER THAT DID ME IN GIRL PHEW. FUCK THAT. Idk wtf got my ass but everyone else who ate w me hasn’t reported any unwell feelings. So I DUNNO FUCK
Today has just been rice & applesauce 🙂

dinner is chicken and rice! tried a new recipe and was pleasantly surprised. honestly i just need to get this off my chest because i find it absolutely mortifying 😭

i worked a 16hr shift the other day & slept at my mans house after, we haven’t been together for very long (like 2mos) so things are pretty new on the romantic side, but we’d been friends for years prior. i was exhausted & had a really stressful situation happen at work that day (involving the person whose name was said) and i tend to sleep talk at certain points of my cycle.. all that combined into this whole situation and i am so embarrassed!!

anyway i got to his house at like 9am after working the previous day and night, cuddled up and went to sleep. i woke up a few hours later and he was acting kind of weird but didnt really say anything until maybe 10min later when he goes “who’s james?” (fake name)

i was super confused because i only know one “james” and i have spoken to him a total of one time (during the incident at work) so i said that i only know one james and he’s someone i work alongside (separate teams, we almost never interact). i thought maybe he had seen my texts with my manager regarding james, but he informed me that i had been calling him james in my sleep, and apparently said that he “smelled like james”… i don’t even know what james smells like 😭

i am super embarrassed and feel so awful 😭 i know if someone were to call me another woman’s name i would overthink so bad about it and i feel pretty shitty that i accidentally put him in that situation. i think my brain was just trying to process all the stress of the day/night and it was on my mind, but i can’t even remember my dreams so who knows… what do i even do here??

i explained that and even looked up the name in my contacts (no james’ to be found) to kinda corroborate my story and it seems to be okay but omfg i’m so embarrassed and if i were him i would never be able to move past this 😭😭😭

*Ethiopian food because it’s my favorite

Around 4 months ago, I started dating this guy. We met on hinge and we hit it off instantly. We texted and FaceTimed for about a month before we agreed to finally meet. On his hinge profile it did not mention that he had any children. However, the day of the date he slipped up and said that he had a seven year old daughter. I was shocked because he had never mentioned her before. When I asked him why he didn’t tell me, he said that it was because he was nervous I wouldn’t want to see him because he has a child. Initially that turned me off but other than that, the date was going so well I decided to let it go. (Big mistake)

Fast forward to now. Things are going well between us. We have been intimate and I also have met his parents. We also were discussing next steps in our relationship and even moving in within the next year or so. But all of that changed today.

Today we had plans for him to meet my parents. As we were getting ready at my place, he comes in my room and says “I have to tell you something about my job before I meet your parents. I don’t want there to be any secrets”. I asked him what it is. He then admits to me that he sells ❄️ for work….full time. And that when he said that he was a distributor for a company for work, he’s distributing ❄️. I was SHOCKED! I asked him why he didn’t mention it before, and again. He told me that he was scared I wouldn’t want to date him or be with him.

I told him that we should take a break because even if I was ok with his job, he is continuously keeping things from me.

I am just so hurt because I feel like whenever I find the one, things like this happen to me.

Hello! I finally have one I can post!

I got divorced a few years ago, and spent a while in therapy and trying to better myself. I finally put myself back out there, met a guy with a daughter around the same age as mine. We met up, had a good time, and a few days later, I invited him back to mine. All was good! He came back the next night. Left some soap, a toothbrush, and the info nugget that he mostly lives out of his car, and sleeps in his cousin’s spare bedroom. Asked if he could come over again. I agreed, against my better judgement.

He brings pizza, opens my wine, and lays down on my bed after telling me how grossly sweaty he was that day. I ask him (nicely) to take a shower, please. He gives me attitude, showers, and then immediately just goes back to my bed and watches a movie at a very loud volume. I live in an apartment. I have neighbors. I ask him to turn it down, he laughs, turns it up, hides the remote and hides my phone. I go do the rest of what I need to do, come in to lay down, and he asks if I have any interest in watching this movie….. that he is already 3/4 of the way through. Nah. I ask for the remote, he refuses, so I turn off the power strip. He finally gives me the remote, I turn on a show, and he immediately pulls out his phone to play games. In the morning, he was putting his clothes in my drawers.

He is not coming over tonight. He did ask. I declined. I think I may take another 3 year break🤦🏻‍♀️

**Update- Surgery went great- thanks for all the well wishes.

first to answer a few recurring questions- he doesnt buy any beer often, he did when he was at the store buying stuff for this dinner. We have five kids, the dinner he made takes 2/3 hours bc of the portions he makes- for seven people plus some for the freezer for meal prepping. I know he isn’t day drinking bc I have a very flexible work schedule and work on site and office- so I often drop in or randomly work from home. Also- our kids would absolutely know and tell me. We also have multiple cameras around our house. I am the daughter of a mother with severe drug and alcohol addiction, and know the signs. He is also very active and works out often- he is very picky about what he puts in his body and how he treats it (Which is also why this was surprising)

As far as cleaning up his vomit- he turned from the table in time to get it all over the floor in the walkway from dining room to kitchen. I had no choice but to clean it up So we could walk without stepping in it. I did leave his clothes and the towels used for clean up for him.

anywho….

The morning of surgery I got up and got ready and left him sleeping. When my 18 year old and I were leaving I kissed him goodbye. He instantly shot up and asked where I was going. I said “surgery“. He asked why he wasn’t going, I replied “Bc you’re probably still drunk”. To which he got out of bed quickly, got ready insisted he was fine, and safe to drive. So I let him. He was fine. Honestly, he probably threw up most of what was in his system, slept off the rest.

Ride was quiet, and nothing was really said before surgery, he stayed with me until they made him leave so I could be taken back. When I got home and was with it mentally, I told him we needed to talk. I asked him if he remembered anything, and he said “not much“. I told him how he threw up every where and ruined my appetite when I should have been eating my last meal to carb load (as the drs instructed). I asked him what happened and his only response was- he just lost count/control and he was sorry. I told him all of the towels/ clothes were waiting for him to wash.

I left him with a lot of questions I need answered and he needs to think about and answer for me when he is ready. He is naturally avoidant, so I’m sure I will have to go to him to strike up this conversation again. I do think there is more going on with him right now than he wants to let up

He has been taking great care of me and been really helpful, as he usually is.

The amount of people who said to divorce him is wild. You don’t throw away 14 years and a family when a mistake is made. You figure out why it was made, make sure the hurt is heard and understood, and make sure you feel the trust that the same mistake won’t be made again. This man isn’t one to throw away when he isnt a total loss. I hope some of you that had this suggestion understand when to fight for and when to walk away from a relationship/ marriage, because I do. And this isn’t one of those times. I knew he would be remorseful and ashamed bc I know who he is. That doesn’t make it right or negate the fact that his timing was shit and it was overall disappointing.**

Surgery tomorrow at 6:30am. I can’t eat after midnight so my husband made street cart chicken (my favorite of his meals) so I could carb load. I had no clue that he drank 7 beers while cooking it. Not normal beer. Two were 11% and the other five were 6.5% IPAs. This is not typical, he might have one whiskey a week.

At the table, about halfway through my bowl, he vomits everywhere. Now I have no fucking appetite. I sent him to the shower and I cleaned it up. All while our kids asked me wtf just happened and why I was so angry. I think I’m going to have our 18 year old drive me in the morning instead of him. I’m SEETHING. He knew how nervous I was, yet…. Here we are with me taking care of him and getting the rest of the house ready. I think what pissed me off the most, was while cleaning the floor, I bent down, under one of my plants, and my ear brushed a wet leaf….

It was splattered with vomit. 😭😭😭🤮 FML.

Well I didn’t plan on being a single mom this early on but here we are I guess 💀 seafood boil I made because I fucking deserve it. Cajun butter on the side!!

For the past 2 years the man who I thought was my sweet best friend has been hiding his porn addiction and lying to my damn face the whole time. I worked 2 jobs while pregnant and busted my ass for our baby so he could do the bare minimum and beat his meat every chance he got? Yeah no, got me fucked up. I’m only 22 and I ain’t finna live the rest of my life this way with my head on a swivel worried about what a bitch ass excuse of a man is doing. How the fuck could I stay with someone so weak minded they’d choose porn over being a good partner, provider and father? I’m chillin off that and I’m not going to give my daughter that example. I’d rather be in the trenches by myself than be gaslit, manipulated, and lied to. I can’t believe I put up with the shit I did but at least I’m cutting my losses now and only spent 2 years, not 20. I at least got the most perfect baby I could ever ask for out of it and she’s the exact motivation I needed to kick my ass into gear so I can give us the best possible life- obviously no one else is gonna do it for us. Here’s to hoping this motherfucker can still step up and be a decent father figure 🙄 but now he can do that from his mother’s house.

UPDATE 4: I’m home! Well, outside my apt building smoking (cbd, not nicotine or thc) to decompress. Express bus was fast this time at night, and my building has a night security man at the desk (who has protected me from other men that have tried to follow me into my building in the past) who sees me outside as well as in full view of the cameras. Smoking my 3rd ciggie as I read the articles about him. Thank you to everyone who shared their kind sentiments and stayed with me during the aftermath of this trash date. 🫶🏼 Back to being celibate!

UPDATE 3: I made it on the bus! The bus driver didn’t see me in the dark rain at first so I actually ran into the street waving my arm to flag him down. Home in 30min. Worser update: my girl several states over has been on the phone with me throughout this. She found several news articles linking his full name/age/location to a man who was arrested&charged with hurting his ex-gf’s dog during an argument with her and the dog ended up dying. What the fuck did I just dodge. This is surreal.

UPDATE 2: I made a run for it. Security walked up and down the street to double check for me. Ngl my heart jumped when I saw a car that looked like his, but it ended up being a different model. Sticking to 1 way streets. Will update when I’m on the bus.

UPDATE: I will update when I actually make it home, some commenters have asked for that. I’m currently still here waiting because I have a gut feeling he parked further down when he probably noticed security watching him.

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Post-Everything Last Update, as I groggily woke up to the post already having been locked:

My post flair is not set to “Advice Needed” - hence any advice is considered unsolicited, thanks no thanks.
Pushing your own agenda and opinions on someone else’s situation is common on the internet, but “what i should have done” has no place here. Sorry not sorry. It means you don’t understand boundaries yourself as a victim-blamer.
Amazingly, there was only 1 thread of pathetic women who chose to impart their unwarranted opinion in hopes of redirecting their own disappointment at their own sad life (based off their profile posts at being cheated on yet still staying with him) at me. Society may be healing LOLOL The vast majority of you are amazing souls!

I took his offer of a ride to spend more time and get to know him on the way to the arcade. I did not depend on him for transport, as some of you non-city folk cant seem to comprehend. I had access to multiple sources of public transportation to take myself to and from the spot. It was also only a short distance of a ride from where I allowed him to pick me up and the arcade. I looked him up prior to the date online and in “Are We Dating the Same Guy” for my city. Didn’t have enough info to confirm his identity before the date. During the date, I asked specific questions to help with this and even saw his ID card. Not my first rodeo.

But thank you to everyone who understands what this situation was in its entirety and spent a minute sending support and positivity and good vibes 🫶🏼🫶🏼

And yes, the arcade will be getting a 5 star review from me in a few days.

And no did not meet him on a dating app. It was actually a meet-cute, shockingly.

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He took me to an arcade. Both in our mid-thirties. Only let him pick me up neighborhoods away from my actual home address.

Was having a decent time until I asked him about his political views. Then he added another red flag by gloating about beating someone up and leaving them on the street bloody recently. And then he took extreme issue with my opinion that children are not capable of consent. This man was actually shouting at me that I have a coddled world view and have no idea what I’m talking about. At that point, I literally stood up and politely ended the date. Should have left the building but I ran into the bathroom to hide instead.

He immediately starts blowing up my phone, demanding to know if I had left already and to come to his car out front. My only and last text to him was to state ‘no hard feelings, but our differing views weren’t going to work out in the longterm.’ And lied I got in a cab home already.

He continued to blow up my phone, claiming he thought I enjoyed arguing.

Asked a lady leaving the bathroom to flag one of the employees to come to the bathroom.

Thank you to the lady - a server came right up and I asked her for help to exit the building from a back entrance. She alerted the arcade manager and security. Thank you to server and manager and security - though there’s no back exit, they kept watch on him outside for me and took me to a closed section of the building to wait safely. They alerted me once he drove away an hour later. And the staff told me to stay as long as I wanted, along with many offers of security escorting me to my station and even calling a cab for me.

Dinner is fries and gingerale from the arcade while I continue to wait him out for a bit longer, just in case he parked behind a truck further down the block.

UPDATE WEDNESDAY AUGUST 12 7:45PM. I have been nauseaous since i got the first round of vax/immuno. Every day now I feel like I am getting sicker. I feel like I have the flu. I can barely eat, I'm so dizzy and nauseous. I've been getting daily headaches. I have a fever and the chills. I did finish getting all the shots so I didn't think anything of it. But what if I didn't start getting the shots in time after I was exposed? What if it was too late for them to work? I am no longer at the place I got batted so I am unhoused and disabled, again. And now I am unhoused, disabled, and sick. I am not having any neurological or mental symptoms yet other than a worsening in depression. I ask that you be kind and don't automatically jump to the conclusion that I am losing my mind. Everything i say and have said is true. I need help. Please. If this is the final moments of my life there are a few things I would really love to get in order. Due to the domestic violence and human trafficking I mentioned, things are going very downhill very quickly. I DO need money. My normal bank account is closed/unusable due to the financial control of my traffickers. I do have an account for the disabled, I will provide the QR in the pictures so anyone can donate. I need to take care of my cat. I also really really need a PI or a detective willing to work with me so I can figure out the truth of my life. I just want to know the truth before I die. Please understand that even if this isn't rabies I am disabled, homeless, and my abusers have made it so that all important aspects of my life are getting fucked, so there's a good chance I will die anyway. Sorry I never got to finish telling you my life story.

So for the past week or so I have heard something skittering around. We do have mice(old farm) so I thought it was a mouse. Oh well, they're cute. Mind you I've been getting random bites and I assumed they were mosquito bites but they reacted differently than mosquito bites usually do.

Today I was half asleep when I noticed my cat wouldn't settle, but was pacing around and very interested in the pillow I was spooning. I kept moving the pillow out of the way to give her room to snuggle up to me, but she wouldn't. Kept pacing around the pillow. Then I heard the squeak. I thought oh my god, is the mouse in the bed with us?! I sat up, and carefully removed the blanket. Didn't see anything. Carefully picked up the pillow I was cuddling. Nothing. I flip the pillow over and boom. There a bat clinging to the pillow. Was probably sandwiched between me and the pillow all night. I have bites on my chest. The bites I have been getting could be bat bites which makes it scarier because the longer you wait the more time the virus has to become symptomatic and once it does you're cooked. I captured the bat and went to the ER. The bat was so freaking cute and I'm a bit of a buddist so it's breaking my heart that it has to die. Everybody in the waiting room at the ER wanted to see the bat in a jar(tm). I then had to have a bunch of injections with big painful needles. But anyway I have to pray the virus hasn't become active in my system and the vaccine moved faster than the virus does. Otherwise I have to make a list of people to involve in the biting spree I will go on. Send me the names of your grrrrr ape ists, abusers, other jerks etc and I'll go bite them for you. Lol jk. Sort of. Wish me luck girlie pops. Ps lemme know if you wanna see bat baby, he's actually so cute.

UPDATES:

I did go to the ER and I started the series of vaccines. You can see my hopital jewelry. I have experience/knowledge of exotic animals and I was already aware of bat exposure protocol.

Before I hopital the first thing I did was call my vet. Cat got vax in Feb, vet said she's all clear.

Animal control took poor cutie baby tiddy bat and said I should have test results by the next day. They did get back to me and Tiddy Bat came back negative, though the place that I was at was like a literal trap house and had a very large colony of bats living in it. I have no proof that Tiddy was the only bat that bit me. I counted the days since I first heard something in my room, and it was TEN DAYS since then and when I woke up with Tiddy and got the first rounds of shots. Ten days is scary and could have been pushing it.

Update july 27th 2026: I tried telling my story in hopes that someone, somewhere would see it and be able to help me. I am fleeing domestic violence and human sex trafficking. My story is truly unbelievable, but it is real. The sheer level of crimes I have experienced in my life is wild. I don't exactly blame people for not believing it, but I needed them to. I was praying that getting my story out would connect me with whatever help I need(it's a lot of different kinds) to try to end this nightmare and save my life. Instead I got met with negative attitudes, people assuming I am suicidal (I promise I am not. I am fighting so hard to save my life. I want the opposite of death) or just calling me a fake. I am already so worn down that I just couldnt continue telling you my story. That's what abuse does. It wears you down so you don't have the energy or strength to speak out. All I've got to say is fuck those of you who fed more into wearing me down as I was desperately trying to reach out for help. Fuck you. And honestly fuck anybody else who only cares that my absolutely wild ride that my life has been landing me in the most insane place and amongst that insanity I woke up cuddling with a bat. If I had actually contracted rabies I would put all the a holes in this thread on the bite list =/

Hi ladies, I’m 45 F just went through a divorce from someone that I met in highschool, it was a long time coming and I was finally able to pull that trigger and divorce after over 20 years of being together. I have been dating around a little bit and I went on 3 dates with this guy who seemed promising. We got along, I found him attractive, good banter, good chemistry, I thought maybe we could possibly grow into something real eventually. We had some differences, some political, he likes country music, I hate it, little things like that.

Friday night was our 4th date and he dropped a couple of bombs on me that I definitely could not stop thinking about and could no longer ignore the glaring red flags that were right in front of my face. The first thing that made me pause was that he told me he doesn’t really like tattoos on women. That alone isn’t weird, what’s weird is that I’m literally covered almost head to toe in tattoos. Two full arm sleeves, including my hands and knuckles, throat, chest, stomach, back, legs, all covered. Only my ass and the back of my thighs aren’t done and I’m still working on that. I was like, okay then why the hell did you match with me???? He has tattoos himself and he explained that I was his dream woman in terms of face, body type, etc, but he overlooked my body art. Okay, great.

The 2nd thing, which was the thing that broke the camels back, was he informed me that he believed that he earth was flat. FLAT!!!!!!! I laughed and thought he was joking, dude was dead serious. I’m like okkkkaaayyy. The date ended shortly after that. I was kinda in shock, took the night to think it over, conversed with some friends and decided that I absolutely cannot date a man who believes the earth is flat. When there is such a fundamental difference in intelligence like that, it’s just not going to work. He actually said it felt like a “superficial” reason, lol.

Any of you ladies had weird ass bombs and deal breakers dropped on you like that?

Anyways, I made some cucumber salad, it was only okay but I still ate it.

My friend of about 4 years and I were casually gaming online tonight. I was minding my own business, popping balloons, when he suddenly tells me he “has something to tell me.”

He starts by telling me about the different women in our friend group that he’s been in love with over the years.

Plural.

Okay??? And then the conversation turns into him confessing that he has feelings for me.

For context, I JUST got out of a horrible relationship. I'm currently dealing with a custody battle for my child, I'm up to my eyeballs in stress and trauma therapy, and I have made it VERY, VERY CLEAR that I am not ready for or interested in dating ANYBODY.

I genuinely value this friendship, which makes this even more uncomfortable because I have absolutely no idea how I'm supposed to respond to any of this without changing the friendship.

And after he opened this entire thing by naming the other women in our friend group he's previously been in love with, part of my brain is going:

Sir... is this a heartfelt confession or am I just next on the list??? 😭✌️

UPDATE: This is apparently not a quick “I've had feelings for you for a while” confession.

This man has started at the FIRST DAY OF OUR FRIENDSHIP and is working his way through the entire four-year timeline to present day.

I am just sitting here completely frozen in silence. I genuinely have no idea what to say. My brain is just wuh???

UPDATE: His mic quality is TERRIBLE and he has now REPEATED THE SAME PART THREE TIMES because I'm just FROZEN So I have now listened to portions of this four-year romantic retrospective THREE TIMES while contributing absolutely nothing to the conversation.

He's still going.

His mic is still fighting for its life.

I'm still frozen.

I JUST WANTED TO POP BALLOONS.

Update: He said he wants to be there and help me with my kid WE LIVE IN DIFFERENT COUNTRIES!

Update: He asked if I was okay I just said "Processing" it was genuinely all I could think to say. I hung up the call and the first thing I did was yell "WHAT THE F*CK WAS THAT!?" I have spoken to this friend every day. I knew he found me attractive but he thinks EVERYONE is attractive so it was nothing new under the sun. He said "i was worried if I didn't say it now I'd never get the chance." SO YOU PICK WHEN IM IN FAMILY COURT BRO I JUST TOLD YOU I WENT TO ANOTHER PART OF MY COUNTRY WHERE MY EX WOULDN'T COME LOOKING AND THAT WHEN YOU CHOOSE TO SAY IT?! Now I'm getting spammed on Snapchat still processing all of that.

ANYWAY ENJOY MY ALREADY DEMOLISHED SPICY BAKED CHICKEN AND ROAST VEGGIES WITH AN ICED TEA

Meal is half of a sushi pizza and a zero-sugar Sprite.

TLDR: I fucking hate modern dating, and I wish people with avoidant attachment were legally required to wear bells around their necks like lepers. I hate being single, but I can never trust any guy who says he likes me and wants to keep dating me ever again 🫠

I started seeing this guy (26M) I met on Bumble, and we went on three amazing dates. We talked endlessly about everything, and the chemistry was like nothing I'd ever experienced. We went dancing, he took me out to dinner, and we spent hours at the beach. I'd finally gotten the courage to start dating again after being dumped with no explanation nine months ago. I thought, "He seems pretty emotionally stable. We really like each other. And he's a bit older, so he probably has more of his dating intentions figured out." Yeah, right.

He came over to my place last week, and we had a wonderful time. We were supposed to watch the first 'Lord of the Rings' movie together, and he even brought over this silly prop sword to show me. We ended up watching 'Arcane' instead because I'd never seen it, and he insisted it was really good. We slept together and then got takeout. He said he'd "miss me" when he went back to work and that we'd surely see each other again. I knew he'd be away for at least a week because he works long shifts on a boat.

I noticed a few days ago that he was taking a long time to respond, and his responses were getting shorter. He was still sending occasional pics of what he'd been up to. He apologized the first time he went "MIA," citing that the "air at work has been really weird." He said last Saturday that he meant to ask me out again, but his situation got complicated because his dad was in town. He'd already told me about this in person, so I said, "No worries at all. I know how important family and work are ❤️." I then asked him how dinner with his dad had been. He told me where they'd gone to eat and that he had a good time. He hearted a picture I sent of the sushi pizza I was eating (the one I'm currently drowning my sorrows in). I'd already gotten this awful pit in my stomach and pulled an all-nighter due to an anxiety attack. But of course, I figured it would be pathetic of me to bring this up at all, so I said, "I'm so glad you had a good time with him 🥰. I was starting to think that the boat had swallowed you again 😂." He read it and hasn't responded in over two days.

I've spent this time quietly crying in my room, with a pain in my chest, and trying to sleep the bad thoughts away. My worried parents keep coming in asking what happened, and I can't tell them anything. I kept the fact that I was seeing someone from them on purpose because it was too early and in case something exactly like this happened. And I had this guy over while they were away on a trip. I didn't want to get excited so quickly just for him to turn out awful. I'm devastated regardless, and my trust in men, which I spent so long trying to rebuild, is shattered once again.

Why can't people just be honest if something's changed? I know we haven't known each other long, and no one owes me a relationship, but it's so fucked up to suddenly pull away after so much was shared. This exact thing happened with my ex, and I thought the chances of it happening again were surely slim to none. Because like, what the hell did I ever do to deserve this kind of deception? All I want, all I've ever wanted, is to be in a loving, trusting relationship.

I want to send him a short, final message telling him how hurtful and confusing this lack of communication has been, but I know I might be shooting myself in the foot.

So, I had to get a colonoscopy the other day and nobody told me to stop taking my blood thinners beforehand. Should I have known better? Probably. Did it cross my mind even once? Absolutely not. We get there, everything goes fine, except they take ✨✨24 biopsies✨✨, including removing a good few polyps. My husband noticed when I stood up afterward that the pad underneath me is covered in blood, which probably should've been our first clue that perhaps all was not well.

Unfortunately, I was high as a kite from anesthesia and absolutely fucking STARVING, so my only concern was getting out of that bitch and acquiring chicken. We go to Raising Cane's, which is conveniently next to a Circle K. Before we eat, I'm like, "Chill, I gotta go to the bathroom."

TMI, but I sit down and there is blood. Everywhere. Fucking. Everywhere. And it is NOT stopping.

Now, in my heavily sedated state, I apparently decided that the solution to active gastrointestinal hemorrhaging was... toilet paper. So I'm sitting in a Circle K bathroom trying to apply toilet paper to the situation like I'm patching a bullet wound in the Civil War. Shockingly, this does not work. Instead, I now have fucking BUTT blood all over my hands.

At this point, the one remaining functional neuron in my brain clocks in for its shift and I make the executive decision that perhaps we should return to the hospital. So I stumble over to the sink looking like Lady Macbeth, and before I can even turn the water on, this MAN comes absolutely SPRINTING into the bathroom.

Naturally, I assume I'm about to become the victim of a second medical emergency, so I throw my bloody hands up and SHOVE HIM. This poor man immediately goes, "I'M SO SORRY! I'm used to the other Circle K down the street where the men's bathroom is first.."

Then he looks at me.

Then he looks at my hands. that at this point are still on him by the way

Then back at me.

"Oh my God, ma'am, what the fuck?? Are you bleeding?? Are you okay?? What's going on?!"

And apparently my anesthesia-addled brain searched through every possible explanation for why I was standing in a Circle K bathroom covered in my own blood and selected: "I'm on my period, sorry" And then I just fucking stumbled out. I stumbled tf out????!!

So somewhere out there is a man who believes he accidentally walked in on a woman experiencing the most catastrophic menstrual cycle in recorded human history. Meanwhile, I walked through an entire Circle K with Rectal confetti on my own two hands, found my husband, went back to the hospital, and ultimately needed a blood transfusion.And I never even got to eat my Raising Cane's :(((((

Moral of the story: if you know you're getting multiple polypectomies during a colonoscopy, make sure your doctor knows you're on blood thinners. Just make sure your doctor always knows you're on blood thinners actually.

🍨food is froyo!! so good🍨

Chicken caesar salad from a local deli.

I work in an office with mostly women and recently there has been someone who uses the restroom and does not flush. Today my coworker came to talk to my (male) boss to see if it was him but I stopped her at the door and said hey girl!! And she said hey!! Did you use the bathroom this morning? And I said yeah :D why :D and then our faces both dropped as we realized. Oh god. I am the one who has been forgetting. I get so on autopilot sometimes because my boss kind of super needs me around all the time (he’s so old) and I try and rush out of there to get back to him that I completely miss the flushing part. I am so embarrassed. Why me why!!!!!!

EDIT: Yes I wash my hands!!!

I open a coffee shop, got home from work in the afternoon. Found a hair tie by our shoe rack. I’m engaged. I have short hair. Even when I had long hair, I didn’t have hair ties. I’m trying not to freak out. He says it is probably one of his sister’s who visited last fall, that our dogs must’ve been playing with it.

Interviewed for a job last week. It’s exactly what I want to do, near where I live, and would be a massive pay increase.

I’m a recent grad so I don’t have much experience with “real” job interviews, which comes into play here. The interview went really well - she seemed really impressed with my resume, said she could do the top of my salary request, talked extensively about how she wanted me to start ASAP. I offered to ask my job if I could leave early and let her know (my contract is nearly up and they’ve got another person lined up for after me, so I thought they might not need the typical 2 weeks). At the end, she asked me if I wanted a few days “to think about it.” I assumed this was an offer, which I sent an email accepting a few days ago. Told my whole family about the awesome job I’d secured.

A few days pass and they email me that they are still reviewing applications and conducting interviews. How embarrassing - my face is on fire. The embarrassment is so strong that I honestly feel a little sick. Now I know to wait for the offer in writing so that there are no misunderstandings. Or maybe I’ll just go live in the woods and never interview again.

Oh and to top the day off, my dentist told me I need to avoid “crunchy, sticky, or chewy” foods because I think I have TMD. Combined with my anti inflammatory food limitations, that’s just….everything. She suggested steamed vegetables.

McDonald’s cheeseburgers, fries, and nuggets because today sucked and I might as well feel shitty too.

Posting here instead of a generic AIO or AITA sub bc this one seems a lot kinder and since I genuinely don’t know if I am being a dick, I need that rn lol.

So basically what the title says but let me give you some context. My bf is constantly hacking shit up from his lungs, idk how to describe it but it’s like a loud throat noise followed by him spitting whatever it is on the ground. He also blows shit out of his nose onto the ground. Both of these in public! Like parking lots and shit and it makes me cringe so hard every time I hear him doing it. I end up walking ahead of him because I’m so embarrassed. He also swears really loudly in public constantly, and don’t get me wrong, I also talk like a sailor but I stfu in public.

I cant tell if I’m being dramatic or if this is a legitimate thing to be embarrassed about. If I try to get him to not do it he gets irritated/ annoyed and snaps at me that it’s not a big deal and no one cares. But like, if I saw someone else doing it I’d think it’s gross so I assume other people feel the same way.

Dinner is fish n chips

ETA: okay first of all, thanks for validation. For those asking, yes I’m disgusted by it, public or private. Yes I’m embarrassed. Yes it makes me feel bad about myself. Yes I know no in forcing me to stay in the relationship but he lives with me and we’ve been together for 6 years and are codependent as fuck. No he did not do this when we started dating, this has only started in the last few months. There are A LOT of issues in the relationship and I’m just trying to work through the codependence and build my self esteem back up. It’s my house and i cant leave, so he has to. I am trying i stg but codependence is a bitch

A butterfinger that I actually ate 5 of

I was in a bathing suit, at my in laws, walking to the pool and had stopped at the doorway. I SWORE it was my partner behind me; I shook my ass a tiny bit as a small teasing gesture because he would always just give me a loving squeeze…

IT WAS HIS DAD.
HE TURNED AND WALKED AWAY, EMBARRASSED WIDE EYED, AS WE MADE EYE CONTACT.
I am now in bed, holding a pillow, and vibrating as if I could wish the entire moment away….

Update: me and him (the dad) have not spoken of it, we do not talk about it, and my husband (yes we’re married so that’s my father in law lol) last night said
“It’s ok you can shake it here since we’re in bed” 🫥 I’m glad HE THINKS ITS FUNNY I’m still mortified

My boyfriend does not like me and I realises recently I need to leave. he's the third man in a row to treat me not so nice and I don't get it. im not perfect by any means, but I've been a good girlfriend to him and have loved him ferociously.

He doesn't kiss me really or tell me he loves me. The other night we went to a bar, a man got a little too close to me and made me uncomfortable. I started crying so we left. I asked him to put music on so I could distract myself, he turned it off and started an argument about "not understanding why I was upset" like it should matter why.

We broke up about 2 months ago because he lied to me about something big but I asked for him back thinking it'd be better. it's like he's gotten worse since then. I just don't understand why he's the third man in a row to mistreat me. I think the negative energy from him is causing the paranormal activity in our house to escalate. (I hope im doing this right. I've never posted on here before)

Tried dating online again, optimistic as always. Went out with a guy and he brought up horror movies “Obsession”. Braced myself because I know about the bad takes some have on whether Bear was as bad as he actually is etc.

His take was that Bear is not quite a villain until after the “what would be so bad about being with me“ moment. I would argue that Bear was a bad guy the whole time and his colors just came through eventually. Now I don’t wanna see this guy again because if that is his take, what is his take on other things like this?

And I feel like I’m being unreasonable because otherwise he seemed like someone I would enjoy getting to know. Sigh. I never thought a horror movie would be a reason to not want to see somebody again. Bundt cake for me.

Picture of coffee cakes I made the other day because can't eat right now.

Long rant, not sure if I want advice but need to get this out.

20 years ago I got a call that my dad was in a coma in the hospital. I was told my young nephew had found him in the kitchen and that he'd had a stroke.

I drove 3 hours to get to him, doctor's didn't know exactly what happened, and I was the first family to arrive even though I lived the furthest away.

When my brother got there he told me our mother was in another country visiting family but that he had spoken to her and she would return on the next available flight. It took her two days to get there.

My dad woke up and couldn't remember anything about what happened. He survived for another couple years before passing in the middle of the night.

For twenty years this was the story everyone told. My dad was found in the kitchen by my nephew and my mother was visiting family when it happened.

Now here we are and I've become guardian of my mother. I moved her down by me, so four hours away from where she used to live/where I grew up. My brother still lives near there but not super close. I found out her house's neighborhood had power outage issues and tried calling her neighbors to find out if they had power or not.

I finally got in touch with one of her neighbors who was also a close friend of hers. The neighbor started thanking me for taking care of my mother and was rightly upset that my mother had been ignoring her for the past couple months.

The neighbor then mentioned how she'd always been there to help take care of my parents, even calling the emergency line when she found my dad on the stairs.

It took a minute for my brain to comprehend what was said and I asked her to explain more. The neighbor said my mother had asked her to watch over the house while she went out of the country to meet a man and when the neighbor went by the next day she found my dad laying on the stairs.

This man my mother went to see was someone she continued to have a relationship with for the next 15 years. He left her when my mother would no longer pay his bills, pay for his flights out of the country, etc. Now that I have access to my mother's accounts I can see that she spent over six figures on this man over the years. She still has his information as her passwords and it sickens me.

My mother and I never had the best relationship to begin with and now with this information I can help but feel hatred for her for what she's done. I don't know how I'll be able to perform my guardianship duties properly with this information. But I'm literally the only one in my family that is capable of it. I'm not expected to go see her for a couple days, so I can at least take some time to come to terms with this, but I can't look at her the same. When I found out the truth, it was like losing my dad all over again.

How do you take care of someone who essentially unalived your dad?

Just found out about a week ago that my husband has been cheating on me for months, before and after our wedding that was on July 17th.
The girl (who he went to HS with) reached out to me on IG and told me that they have been physical since mid June and he confessed deep feelings for her. I later found out he was taking her on full on dates, having sex with her, and spending 2-3x times a week with her. All while I was working or at home. He would say he was going to his friend’s house, grandparents, or mom’s house and I didn’t think anything of it, because we’ve been together for 4 years.
I’m obviously just devastated beyond belief. I don’t know how someone can hide a double life from the person they supposedly “loved” before and AFTER our wedding day. I’m still trying to make sense of everything.
We are currently no contact, and I have filed for divorce from him. Of course he hated that, and threatened to off himself and scream cried for me not to do it. But actions have consequences and I respect myself too much to ever put up with his disgusting and horrible cheating and lying behavior.
I just never thought I’d be the first of all my friends to be divorced at 29! It sucks, but here i am.
Any support is greatly appreciated 🩵

Edit: Yes, I tried to annul the marriage. But after speaking with legal counsel, cheating/infidelity, by itself, does not qualify as grounds for an annulment.
Also - he hid that he was engaged and married from her as well. Presented to her as completely single. She ended up talking to another friend and that friend said, “wait… I think he’s married!” 🥴🥴🥴

Dinner is TJs chicken soup dumplings and sparkling coconut water with yuzu :,-)

Dinner is homemade cantaloupe froyo using ingredients I got from the food pantry

My husband won’t give me access to any of our money because he’s afraid I’ll “spend too much.” Meanwhile he spends 200 dollars on cigarettes each month, just spent 1000 on a tool and basically just spends freely. For reference, he currently makes more money than he has in our entire relationship.

I haven’t been able to buy any clothes post partum (baby is 6months) because I “already have clothes“ and I asked if I could get a 20 dollar pair of jeans from old navy and he said it was too expensive, can’t you get jeans from the thrift store?

I asked to buy our daughter the next size up for diaper covers and a few more diapers (we do cloth diapering) and he literally said no. I’ve asked multiple times. He keeps saying, “X dollars for a diaper cover is way too much for me. Can’t you just make them?” But then he won’t buy a secondhand sewing machine or any sewing supplies to make them.

I went to the store the other day and he gave me 30 dollars and texted me “Please dont buy stuff like chocolate. It’s too pricy.” Like how am I gonna buy chocolate with your 30 dollars? I am buying basic necessities…

He won’t let me have a gym membership because I can just “work out in the yard.” Our local gym is 20 a month. Our backyard is a steep hill.

I literally do not even own a bottle of shampoo because he says it’s too expensive.

I’m so frustrated. I haven’t ever spent large sums of money, for my pregnancy and post partum I’ve literally lived off basic necessities because that’s what he was willing to give me. I’m not gonna go from just requiring basic food and shelter to spending thousands of dollars a month. I just want to be able to get myself some clothes and soap.

So, I secretly put his debit card on my Apple Pay. Should I just start buying what I need? He will definitely notice. Do we think I can prove that I can be financially responsible or is there just no hope because this is fucked up overall?

I’m 27 and around a week ago, I met a guy at the gym while I was training calisthenics. He came up to me and asked me what I was training for. I told him that I was in training to be a pole instructor. From there we hit it off and he asked me for my number. We talked everyday on the phone and texting for a week. This past Tuesday he asked me to go out on a date today and I excitedly agreed.

The plan for the date was that we were going to have a picnic in the park. Something that he chose…

Today was the date. I told him that I had a blanket and basket and paint so he would just have to bring drinks etc. When he texted me that he was here, I got the items and put it all in the picnic basket. As I was walking out to his car I was visibly struggling to carry all the items. He pulled up in his car and proceeded to just stare at me from his window. I was waiting for him to get out the car and greet me but he didn’t. I had to tap on his back window just so he could unlock the back door for me to put the picnic basket and items in. After that I walked over the passenger seat.

When I got in the car, the first thing out of his mouth was “I just love how thick you are”. I said thank you awkwardly. As we were driving to the picnic spot, he kept trying to pull up my dress. He claimed that he wanted to “see the birthmark on my thigh”. I told him to stop and he just rolled his eyes and gave me a dirty look.

When we finally got to the picnic stop, I asked him if he could get the items out the back. He rolled his eyes and complained about having to carry it. The picnic spot was about a two minute walk from where we parked, and he complained the WHOLE time about carrying the basket. Mind you, I was also carrying things.

When we made it to the picnic spot, he looked at my heels and said “idk why you’re wearing heels. Idk who you’re trying to impress”. I just said “I like them”. And then proceeded to fan out the blanket. The whole first 20 minutes he just sat there and stared at me and didn’t want to paint at all. When he did say something, he just kept making comments about my body being thick and also how he wants to see me dance on a pole for him.

After being there for about 30 minutes, we went to a coffee shop next door to get some food. I ordered a chicken sand which… that’s it. I didn’t get a side. When it came time to pay, he asked me if he had to pay for my sandwhich and I just looked at him in shock. The sandwich wasn’t even $6. When we went back to the picnic spot to eat, I had two bites of my food before he said “you’re not full yet. That’s a big sandwhich for you to eat….” I told him that i was going to eat as much of it as I want. When we finished the food, he kept begging and asking me to come over to my apartment after we’re done. I told him no and then he attempted to try and pull up my dress again. I slapped his hand away, packed my things and left.

Just your daily reminder to not ever continue a date after the first red flag.

I hadn’t seen my LD BF in a few weeks. Our schedules lined up and I was able to drive 2.5 hours to see him. We spent the entire afternoon out on the ranch, enjoying amazing conversation, lots of kisses, an ice cream, and a quick store run. We JUST got back to his house, I just changed into my PJs, when there was a huge rumble around the house. The floors were shaking, the walls were rattling, the bedroom door just blew open and in comes a woman super upset and starts wrestling with him. He tries controlling her, took her out of the room, I grab all my things and run outside. The driveway is blocked with the girl’s car. I yelled for his cousin to move the car for me. There was another girl in the car and she moved it. I left super panicked. I get down the road and realized that I left my favorite/bestie stuffed animal so of course I had to go back. I ran inside real quick and when I came outside he was still wrestling with her at her car. She called out to me and said that he hasn’t seen his 6 month old baby in months, he covers her mouth and I get into my car and left. I’ve been with him since November. Not once did he ever mention having a baby. I’m so sad for her. I wish I could have told her that I didn’t know and that I’m so sorry for the way he hurt her.

Gas station dinner.