I recently found out my bf of over 2 years now has been on Instagram and Snapchat messaging probably at least a hundred girls flirting with them and saying things like ‘i wanna make you my next gf’ and making very sexually suggestive comments, I went through his phone for the first time and found at least one message like that every month since we first started dating, my problem is I’m being kicked out of my place soon and I can’t afford these rent prices (i pay 450 now and that’s unbeatable in my area and all I can afford) and he’s going to help me and let me stay with him, does anyone have any advice on how i can get over this and not feel sick to my stomach constantly? it’s been a week since i found out and i’ve thrown up every day, he promised he wouldn’t do it anymore but i just can’t help but be so hurt and disgusted and i want to move on
My in-laws are trying to get rid of my dogs. My husband lost his job so they can go outside for hours upon hours however much they wanted. My husband finally got a job and my mother-in-law said we need to have a conversation about the dogs that now that we both work it’s not fair to the dogs. We have them in crates inside but when we do come back they are let out immediately if wanted a walk. How can I passive-aggressively say I am not getting rid of my dogs? They are all basically husbands or dogs but my dogs are so much more supportive than my husband
I have had my heart broken over the past few weeks because of the controversy surrounding abortion. Allow me to share my story. My husband and I tried for over 5 years to conceive. It was a very long and heartbreaking road, but because of IVF I fell pregnant with our Izabella. She was wanted, loved, cherished, and our daughter. I had an abortion. Most who know our story are probably thinking, “No you didn’t! Your daughter died.” Our daughter did die, but she died because I had an abortion. That’s the medical term listed on my hospital paperwork…. along with, “elective termination.” Abortion. Elective termination. That’s the medical terms for what happened to me, to us, to our family. We fought for 2 weeks to save our little girls life, but I developed an infection and we were told I could lose my life if we didn’t go through with the induction… the abortion. Our babygirl had a heartbeat. When my doctor started the induction, Izabella was alive and healthy. She suffocated during my 2 hour delivery. My 2 hour abortion. Our decision to save my life, was the same decision that caused our daughters death. Do you know how hard it is to live with that? To know that your child isn’t here because you chose your life over theirs? To know you chose to abort the child you so desperately wanted and loved? Yet, here I am, crushed because of the words used by people. Words like: -vile -disgusting -shameful -disgraceful -MURDERER Me? Women like me who have had to have an abortion because their life depended on it? Women who chose abortion because their baby had deformities/abnormalities? We are being called MURDERERS?! When you say you’re pro-life and you want to take away a woman’s right to choose…. remember my story. Think of me. Think of all the women who have had to make the most excruciating decision of their life; and then, do better, be better.
I remember in 100L, my then gf told me she was not feeling well, I made her stew, filled into a food warmer then trekked from Mini Campus to Ita merin to deliver it.In the evening, I visited a Course mate and he was pouring into a pot the stew his gf brought from my warmer. 💀
I was already on the edge of a crisisbecause of my job. It’s literally impossibleand our supervisors have said as much. ButI was surviving.Then I messed up. Big time. And it impactsa lot of people. I don’t want to die but Idon’t want to live. I hate that I feel this way.And I hate that the job I worked so hard toget has come to this. I feel like a massivefailure.
My friend stood me up because they werehanging out with someone else. They laterapologized, but it just reinforces that I am not as important to them as they are to me. That’s how it is in all of my relationships. They have a bigger place in my life then I do in theirs, I am an afterthought. I know there are people who love me and people who like me, but I’m the backup person. I’m the second choice. I feel tired and I feel just so very sad.
I’m 4 days away from my college graduation and all I can think about it suicide. I feel like my entire college career and graduation was done for my family. Not for me
my dad divorced my mom when i was in college. never saw it coming, thought our family was solid. found out all about his infidelities after, he kept saying he’d comesee me. it’s been 14 years now. in that time i met and married my husband. my momdied three months after the wedding, my dad didn’t call or reach out. he stopped speaking to his elderly parents, brother, sister and all friends, just gone, didn’tsee his own mom before she died in 2020.now i have a son and i tell him i love him an excessive amount each day. i wonder how i could ever get to a point where i could leave him, and still, after all the anger and therapy and forgiveness and healing… ijustwonder what my dad would think of my life now.
It’s been a week since I lost my best buddy. I know 17 years is a good, long life for a dog, but I just wasn’t ready. It was so sudden. I thought he was fine the day before and then he just wasn’t anymore. I can’t bring myself to pick up any of his things yet. But I keep just going over that day in my mind andwondering about anything I may have missed him telling me. Was it the move we just made? Me being late giving him hismedicine the day before because my dryer broke and I was late getting home? Did the heating pad I turned on for himmake him worse? I know I shouldn’t blame myself, but it’s just so hard when I miss him so much to think I could’ve/should’ve done something different/better. I also feel bad for my other dog. I feel bad that having her heremakes it a little easier to get up and go on. It’s like loving her takes away from how much I loved and miss him. But she doesn’t deserve to be loved any less. Im just heartbroken and I feel like everyone thinks I should be ok by now. But I’m not. And I just don’t know if I ever really will be again.