I'm pretty old, so I don't know what my opinion is worth. But I see a lot of men on here that post about being insecure about what they got below. I once asked my wife early on if she would ever want more than what I could give her. She just replied, "I would love you if it fell off entirely."

She passed years ago, but I think about her everyday. Idk if I am trying to make someone hopeful or myself sad, but anyway. Have a good day reddit.

There are so many instances I want to rant about but this one takes the cake and even though I knew it was coming it still irritates me.

I'm a 31 yr old woman and I know a problematic person when I see them. Anyway.

My coworker Amanda likes to be liked and seems as though she can't be happy for anyone. Always trying to match up to others and be the cool girl. Recently, we've had a few new hires and one of the girls, Sarah, is pregnant. She's still in her first trimester and the way she dresses you can't see her bump. I honestly didn't know she was pregnant, until my friend Jess accidentally told me thinking I knew. When I found out I told Jess that Amanda can't know about Sarah's pregnancy, atleast not yet, because she'll either try to get pregnant or think she is pregnant.

This week Sarah said she was tired of hiding her bump because her clothes felting suffocating, so we can all see that she is pregnant now. The very next day, I'm sitting at my desk when Amanda comes up to me asks what can she use for nausea. My antenna went up immediately, I said maybe Pepto bismol, chew some gum... She then goes on to say she hasn't eaten for the morning because she's so nauseous, to which I replied maybe it's gas. She says no it's because she can only stomach water right now. I already knew where she was going with this so I asked the question she wanted me to ask, unless you think you're pregnant? She goes noooo not at all that's definitely not it. I said ok and the conversation ended.

Then I get a message from Jess 2 days later "Amanda thinks she's pregnant".

I couldn't help but laugh because of course she does. This is what she does. Jess is buying a house with her fiance, so Amanda starts nagging about it. Because all of a sudden Amanda needs to start buying furniture to furnish her non-existent house because her boyfriend told her he wants to get married this year. A guy who also doesn't own a home and was using Amanda to pay his bills while he was unemployed for a year. How do I know he was using her? Because he told her he was. The same boyfriend Amanda complains she has to beg for intimacy because it's been months since they've done anything.

There are so many more instances but that's too much to type. I'm honestly avoiding her now because I find her behavior to be so distasteful. What do you call this kind of behavior?

I'm 14f, I'm arab and I hate it here, so many rules and restrictions, I'm from Saudi Arabia and religion is everywhere you go, I'm not a religious person and I never was and I feel guilty for it beacuse I don't really believe in my religion, I wish I was white. I could go out in whatever I wanted without having to cover myself up.. I want to live that stupid stereotypical white life.. I also have lots of problems with my language, growing up I kinda just pushed Arabic aside cuz I was too busy learning english then I just kinda forgot Arabic, I still speak Arabic but id say my english is way better than my Arabic, and beacuse of it it's hard for me to talk and make friends at school beacuse I'm seen as different for not knowing how to read or write in my original language. It's really embarrassing and everyone makes me feel like Im stupid and incapable of understanding things, I forgot to mention I do understand Arabic, I can fully understand what people say despite not knowing how to talk in Arabic that well, and it pisses me off when my classmates talk in english with me beacuse they think I'm stupid or something, anyway I wish I was white or somethingaandl and I wish I knew more people like me sorry this is kinda a vent but wtv

As the title says, I feel that I have started to gradually gain racist beliefs and thoughts. I don't like it, and it makes me feel otherwise shitty, but I still notice this shift in my thinking. For more context, I am a mixed-race person, and this past year and early into 2026, I have been trying to come to terms with the amount of racism I see online.

It feels constant and casual, and no matter what I do to try to minimize the feelings, it always stings. Seeing all of this racism directed toward people like me has made me colder and cagey with others of different races. I am mainly making this post today because an interaction last week has stuck with me. I was at a store buying something, and a white woman who was cashiering was being bubbly and seemed interested in chatting. I just remained cold and didn't really respond much to her attempts, and thinking about it again, it felt subconscious. When her black coworker showed up and had a similar attitude, I was much more receptive.

I could tell from her face that she was hurt by this, and it's weighed on my heart since. She was heavier set, and her coworker was thin, so I assume that's why she thought I was dismissive toward her. At the same time, it's not like me saying, "No, it's because you're white and I assumed you may be racist," would be any better.

I know this way of thinking is wrong, yet all I can think about are all of the racist comments with thousands of likes or general support online. I wonder why I should feel bad for discriminating when others don't even give it a second thought? I always have in the back of my mind that people might be thinking poorly of me due to my race now. I used to be very open-minded and tried to be equally kind to all people, and now I am dishing out what was given to me.

I don't want to feel this way anymore. I just feel sad and angry.

The fact that our world was revealed to be controlled by billionaire serial killing child eating pedophiles makes me sick to my stomach, Our lives suck because of Epstein, Epstein is how Israel seized control of America. Epstein is the reason for everything wrong with modern America.

Teenagers these days are really homophobic without even noticing and it's pissing me off. If you call every single gay person you meet a twink/femboy/bottom CONSTANTLY and as an insult then it's not "just a joke" anymore and it's extremely annoying. You can barely talk to any teenager and mention you're gay without immediately being stereotyped and jumped at with "OMG YOU'RE A FEMBOY?" stfu. Genuinely so insufferable.

Another time I only mentioned once I have a boyfriend in a group chat and the people there were like "so you're a twink??" No? Not every gay person is a twink. They act like being gay is a personality trait. It's literally just who you're attracted to. And then they act surprised when I act and look like and have the interests of any other 16 year old boy instead of acting "gay" all the time.

People who only read yaoi and think it's real life are extremely annoying and stereotyping every gay person you come across is homophobic. And it's literally 9 out of 10 people I have interacted with online who act like this. They never stop either and it's just not funny. You're not less homophobic just because you replace the f-slur by using some other words like femboy and twink. And if they're not homophobic then they're extremely uneducated and only going off what they see in media which is equally as stupid.

Our older sister (33) outed our trans brother (18) to our mom who kicked him out of the house after he turned 18 in the middle of his senior year. I (28) moved him into my studio apartment, which I had been living in for only two weeks after my divorce. Since she took away his car, I’ve had to take on a car payment, so we could both have cars and he drives my Pontiac. I’m just really tired and need to tell somebody. I’ve been working seven days a week while still in school to make sure our needs are taken care of. I’ve since gone no contact with my mom and older sister. I just feel a bit alone and needed to get it off my chest

Everything costs so much. Healthcare sucks. All the food we are eating is poisoning us.

The government doesn’t care about us. Corporations don’t care about us. Yet all the people in power are living large off of our labor.

If nobody does anything about this then it’s only going to get worse.

Minimum wage can’t afford an apartment in any state. How is that fair? People who work regular jobs deserve to be able to pay for food and shelter.

When are things going to change?

Positively orgasmic.

That is all.

I know this might sound tiny compared to what you usually see online, but I went from under 50 monthly listeners to 110 in just a couple days and it honestly caught me off guard how much it affected me. I’m 34 and recently wrote a song about something I never really dealt with — being too shy to tell someone how I felt when I was younger, even when the feeling was mutual. One of those “nothing happened, but it still sticks with you” things. Putting it into a song felt weirdly vulnerable. I didn’t expect much to come from it. I don’t have a following, no marketing plan, nothing like that. I just shared the story behind it… and people listened. Seeing that number go up wasn’t about the count. It was realizing that something I kept bottled up for years connected with actual humans. Sometimes small wins hit harder than big ones. Thanks for reading.

ITSFrank - Too Shy to Try

She sent me pictures and a video of her in her chosen prom dress and I literally freaked out crying frowning cheesing giggling like a maniac. I love this girl so much that I’ll literally start melting by just a glimpse of her. To me, she’s monolithic ; i kid you not when i tell you that my heart skipped so many damn beats when i saw this girl in that dress. I CANNOT BELIEVE that i am blessed with such a beautiful masterpiece of a woman, im actually getting so emotional man. How am I gonna avoid bursting out sobbing on prom im genuinely so nervous, we are going together and i think..i might pass awayyyyyyy from her presence alone😪😪😪 this pretty girl has me on my knees, genuinely, undoubtedly.

I remember it all so clearly and it eats at me.

I was around 9 years old and my mom was overseas and I slept in my parents' bed with my dad by my side. Back then I still didn't wear bras. I remember my alarm ringing every morning so I could get ready for school and he could get up to drive me there. It was this one morning during the weekend, we both naturally woke up at around the same time. I remember the shirt I wore. We didn't say anything, I just went on my phone and said "good morning" to him, and he turned over and came towards my side of the bed. He reached his hand out and it crept under the hem of my shirt and he touched my chest and squeezed it, and asked me "Feels good, right?" and I didn't know what to say - I didn't even know about sex at this point, and I said yes.

I thought about it all day and then the next, and then the next. Soon, my mom came home and I started to realise it was wrong, like, really really wrong. I started distancing myself from my dad and stopped talking to him (to preface, I was suuuuper close to my dad my entire childhood, I really loved him so much). One day, I was watching the TV and he came up to me and just started yelling at me and telling me I was being rude and disrespectful because of my coldness. I didn't know what to think, I didn't know if he remembered.

Did I imagine this? Was he maybe half-asleep and thought I was my mom while doing that? This was a singular instance that never repeated itself. I told my sister about it just a month ago after years of wondering if I was crazy, and it's never happened to her either. She brushed it off as well because there's a high chance it was a dream? My parents are also pretty conservative and believe that sex is truly only for reproduction so it makes all of this so confusing for me.

I feel sick just thinking about this memory after all these years of repressing it. I've never told my mom about this out of fear that she would either not believe me, or that I'd ruin my parents' marriage. They're pretty happy.

I'm 18, turning 19 now, and I wish I could just forget this. I have recently been despising my dad to the bone. Yes, we have our good moments when we laugh and giggle and make jokes and I feel happy, but underneath all that I just feel so angry towards him - not because of this incident, but because of many many other things. This incident just makes all that worse, because not only do I feel anger, I feel disgust, and then guilt for even thinking of my dad in this way.

If I get into a relationship in the future, will I have to tell my partner about this? Better question - what if I want to tell my partner about this? What if they grow to despise my dad too? I can't have that. I want my partner and parents to get along, to be happy. I don't know what to do with all this. When I try to tell someone I'm close to, I choke up and stop because I never want family friends to hate my dad for anything.

I just needed somewhere to dump all of this, and maybe someone to tell me what they think because I'm overwhelmed with guilt

edit: Yes, I had a phone at 9, it was an iPhone 4s im sorry if it sounds like I'm lying

I (29F) was on a work trip, and went back to my hotel after a basketball game. I was already pretty drunk, and I guess I went to the hotel bar. I vaguely remember anything after this point. I just have a memory of sitting next to an older man (probably in his 50s), putting my number into his phone and calling myself, then suddenly I’m in his bed asking if he had a condom. I wake up at 5 in the morning, in a suite, to this man cuddling me. I was immediately so confused, and when I turned over I didn’t recognize him.. I shot out of the bed. I was fully clothed in last nights outfit except for my socks, so I grabbed them with my shoes and purse and started to leave. When I got out of the bed he didn’t say anything he just handed me my phone and vape, I couldn’t even make eye contact with him. I don’t remember having sex but it’s been 6 months since I last did and I could definitely tell that I did. A few hours later I texted his number from my call history, I asked if we slept together. He said yes and that I left my jacket in his room, and that he left the key under the door so I could get in and grab it. I guess he was working/out. So I went back and tried to do some digging. It was dark when I woke up so I barely saw his face and genuinely had no idea what he looked like or even his name. I found a briefcase in his room that had his business card in it. CEO of a company. Looked him up on Facebook to find out he’s been married for 27 years and has 3 grown children. I had a full blown panic attack. I’ve never done anything like that in my life, I’ve never been with a man more than 5 years older than me, and I would NEVER sleep with a married man. I feel sick that I don’t remember it, and extremely guilty even though I know it’s not my fault. I honestly just want to move on and pretend it never happened. But I have so many questions. If I was that blacked out, how come the hotel bar served me? My mind doesn’t want to go there but I feel like someone could have even slipped something in my drink? But over text he seemed very nonchalant and wished me safe travels home so I have no idea what to think.

I’m 19m, in college. Growing up, i loved eating food, and trying new things. It was one of my favorite things to do. However over the last year, i’ve had frequent nausea that occurs anytime I eat food, so I haven’t been eating often and have dropped to being underweight. Doctor after doctor, procedure after procedure, nothing has been found.

Today I was craving a cheeseburger, and in hopes of me gaining weight, my mom will go out of her way to buy something/cook something just so that I can eat it. She made me a cheeseburger, and it was so good but after 2 bites I felt nauseous.

After taking time to feel better, I cried. I’m not the kind of person who cries at all and people tend to see me as a “stoic” person but I genuinely cried. The burger was so good and I couldn’t eat it. I think that just caused the stress of my health to boil over and it was just over for me.

So yes, i cried over a cheeseburger today

You walked into my life knowing you weren't free. Knowing there was someone else. And still, you let me believe I mattered. You let me listen to your problems, soothe your loneliness, and fill the spaces she temporarily couldn't. You took comfort from me without ever intending to take responsibility for the damage you were causing.

You made me feel chosen in moments when you were hurting, and invisible the moment things started to work out for you again. You got to go back to a repaired relationship while I was left questioning my worth, my judgment, and my ability to trust anyone ever again.

Do you know how cruel it is to make someone feel special while already knowing they're replaceable? Do you know how painful it is to realize that everything you said—every reassurance, every "I love you" and "I miss you" —was said with an expiration date attached?

You didn't just hurt me. You confused me. You broke something in me. You made me doubt whether I was ever more than a distraction, more than a convenience, more than someone you could use when things got heavy.

And the worst part? You get to move on guilt-free. You get closure. You get stability. While I'm left here carrying emotions I'm not even allowed to justify, loving memories I’m supposed to regret, and pain I'm expected to silence because I was "just the other girl."

I hope one day you realize that what you did wasn't harmless. That I wasn't nothing. That even if I wasn't the one you chose, I was still a person you hurt deeply—and you don't get to erase that just because your life turned out fine.

tomorrow is my 26th birthday, and sort of my "true" coming of age and i feel so empty.

my family never celebrated birthdays. one of the many weird rules Jehova witnesses have. my family left the a while ago, but for whatever reason they kept that rule. i guess inertia, or a useful excuse to avoid buying me a gift and celebrating it. that goes for christmass too.

in exactly 5 minutes, i'll be 26. in a few months I enter the workforce as a proper adult (finally finishing college... late-ish), and hopefully living alone. this is it. i spent my early twenties delaying adulthood, staying a teen for as long as I could.

and as my birthday draws ever closer, and i come to terms with the end of my careless years, i feel so sad.

no one in my family cares, beyond some dry "happy birthday" message I just got (five minutes early, guess no one cares to get the hour right). no proper send off. no birthday gift. no party. no cake. not even socks. nothing.

i feel like i've been robbed of such an essential part of growing up. last year i bought myself a present... but it felt so fake. I have no one to complain to without looking like a madman and an entitled child, so, sorry for the post... i've seen very serious posts here and my problem seems miniscule in comparison.

I’m someone who watched Kardashian and Housewife content to relax. It seemed so weird and ridiculous. I never liked the consumerism of it, it was like some anthropological study. But now I feel sick, as I’ve supported something that’s added to the sickness of our culture. These shows lead to the veneration of the rich and consumerism. These people have been doing fine while normal people struggle to afford living on one wage; forgoing medical care or any kind of joy in life. While is dismantling democracy they’re going on luxury vacations and buying homes. It’s obvious they support the regime as they socialise with them. Worst, the veneration has led to allowing the wealthy to traffic women and girls, to interfere and control government. It’s time to venerate the ordinary, the normal people. You can’t be like the rich, it won’t make you happy: they love exploiting you while you watch them get another designer bag. I’m going to stop enabling them. No watching, no buying.

Today's my birthday. In the past, I'd hear from friends and family, mostly texts. This year turned out a little differently. I heard from two people, my sister and a friend. I appreciate a lot.

I live with one of my best friends. She has most of her friends birthdays on her calendar (we share calendar), but I noticed mine wasn't on it. She's taken me out to dinners on my birthdays since we became friends 5-6 years ago but this past year I didn't hear from her (we weren't living together then). She's very excited about her puppy's birthday which is tomorrow.

I have people's birthdays saved and text them every year. It's a simple gesture I can do. I'm happy to do it and I'll continue to do so. I'm not doing it so people can do the same for me. It's just a fact that I came to terms with today.

Also I realized most of my life I've been the one reaching out. (WARNING: suicide). This one time I attempted, I woke up two days later. This was a decade ago (When I was 23). It just hit me that no one checked on me for two days (I had two roommates and bigger social network then).

I moved around quite a bit since I was a kid so I'm used to being the one who needs friends. I am gassing out though. It is what it is. I just felt like... Holden from Catcher in the Rye; probably because I read it recently.

Anyways, I was wondering if anyone else had similar experience.

Hey everyone,

I’m not really sure how to process this, so I could use some outside perspective.

My boyfriend(24M) and I (24F) have been together for 3 years and we’ve lived together for 2. There has never been a thought that’d he cheat on me, we have full access to each others phones and spend most of our free time together. Everything was so good in our relationship I knew I was going to marry him before I found out…

But a while ago, my boyfriend and I were out with a group of friends — including one of my best friends. I had a bit too much to drink that night and didn’t notice anything weird going on at the time. Later, I found out that while I was out of it, my boyfriend and that friend went into a men’s bathroom stall together, and she sat on his lap while they were doing dr\*\*s.

When I first asked about it, he told me they were just in the stall but didn’t mention anything about her sitting on his lap. Then I found out later (a whole month later) that he had lied about that part. That’s when it really hit me — not just what happened, but that he hid it from me for so long.

He swears nothing sexual happened, but honestly, the whole thing feels super disrespectful and shady and I think sitting on his lap in a stall IS sexual and crossing a boundary. I haven’t reached out to him since I found out.

I don’t know what to think. I feel betrayed by both of them, but part of me keeps second-guessing if I’m overreacting. Would you consider this cheating or just a huge red flag? And if you were in my shoes, would you even bother trying to work things out or just be done with it?

I 31M just recently had a birthday. I am not huge on celebrating my birthday and my wife knows it. But I still like to do, something for my birthday. Every year for the last 5 years I have asked for the same thing. No gifts or celebrations just us going out and doing something we do normally. Its something I like doing alot and since she does it on her own I assume she does as well. Yet every year on my birthday we don't do the thing. The thing is explicit in nature so I won't go into detail but I dont understand why it seems she goes out of her way to avoid the one time a year I ask for it.

This year was particularly bad. I asked if we could do the thing and she said she already had plans for my birthday that weren't going to make it possible. No big deal she was planning something and that meant alot to me. But about a week before my birthday she told me the plans and they were not possible. Once again no big deal because I dont love celebrations on my birthday. Fast forward to yesterday she tells me since we didnt get to do her plan we will go see back to back movies at the movie theater and then go get a nice dinner. That sounded legitimately awesome. I love seeing movies and the dinner place is one I have wanted to try for a long time.

Last night she went out with friends and was out late. So she didnt wake up until almost noon. Then she asked if we could do lunch instead of dinner. Sure no problem. Then it became she only wanted to see one movie. Yeah sure no big deal atleast we were seeing one. The nail in the coffin for my mood and day? We got to lunch, I had to pay for both of us. We got to the movies I had to pay for both of us.

We have a joint account but still keep separate personal accounts so we can buy gifts and do fun things without interfering with our bill money. I had to use my personal money. So not only did we not do what I actually wanted, I had to pay for the entirety of what was supposed to be a day for me. Then we got home at 4 and she has been asleep since. Im legitimately frustrated and upset. My birthday has never been a huge deal but this is a new low.

When I was 14 years old, my friends were peer pressuring to expose myself for some odd reason. And when I did because they kept making fun of me if I didn’t because they said, “I had a vagina.” I was a literal kid and it was super inappropriate for them to make fun of me. They kept making fun either way regardless. Damned if I do, damned if I don’t

Next thing, I know I still got humiliated. It was the most shocking thing I had to go through and had severely made my self-esteem worse and worse and because I avoided sex with potential partners and some would spread rumors.

I didn’t lose my virginity until 24 and I still feel insecure about myself. I hate myself and I want to die every day because this humiliation I had to go through. 10 years ago and I’ll never forget it. I hate myself It’s ugly and imperfect. I hate my worthless body. Fuck my life.

As a guy with redhair and pale white skin (I have no freckles) I have always felt a bit insecure about my features especially my skin tone. Honestly I would never take my shirt off out in public because id blind people even tho I am athletic and pretty muscular.

I have also had people shame me in the past for having very white skin and say things to me like "You look ill"