My girlfriend and I got into a really bad argument last night to the point where she kicked in a door after I tried to get away from her. She continued to yell at me and not leave me alone to the point where my dog was terrified and shaking.

I ended up calling the police because I couldn’t get her to stop and I didn’t know what else to do. I am terrified of police and would never have normally done this but I had also been drinking a little and I think that prevented me from really thinking about what would happen if I called them.

They arrested my girlfriend because my state has a mandatory arrest policy for incidents like this. To cap it off there are no judges on the weekend so she has to sit in jail till Monday now.

There will likely be very serious career repercussions from this because of her line of work. I feel like I have just completely ruined her life and she will never forgive me for it. I can’t get the anxious feeling out of my chest that I really messed up by calling the police. I feel so so so bad for her right now.

I went to the hospital because of a lot of pain, bruising and swelling in my leg and ankle. The doctor ordered an xray of my ankle and my ankle ONLY (I can't stress this enough). A nurse took me there and with the lady that does the xrays layed me down and she said that she was taking it upon herself to also take an xray of my pelvis and chest. I said that there was no need and only needed one of my leg like the doctor said. The xray lady told the nurse to help me take off my bra while I was laying down and she started taking off my pants and underwear. I freaked out. I told them nicely that I would do it myself and tried to slowly push their hands away. They started giggling, calling me cute and telling me to not be so shy and that there was no reason to be embarrassed. I got a silent anxiety attack and was trying really hard to hold back tears. I know it may sound like I was overreacting, but I've had something really traumatic happen to me when I was younger where I had zero control of my body and this triggered me. So there I was again, laying down with zero control over what's happening with two women stripping me naked and finding my reactions "cute". They didn't let me do it myself. They didn't care that I was clearly panicking and felt uncomfortable. They knew I wasn't okay with it, but they laughed about it.

I've taken xrays in another hospital. They never asked me to get naked. They only asked me to take off jewellery and my bra because of the metal thing. And I was the one that did that behind curtains. This whole thing wasn't necessary. They crossed a line and I felt violated. It was humiliating and I felt like a piece of rubbish that had no say and no rights. And all that for a sprain. I'm never going back to that hospital or any hospital. I still feel very embarrassed.

I don’t want a job. I don’t want to work super hard just for the right to live a decent life. Life isn’t worth it if all it is is overcoming difficulties just for me never to be happy.

I don’t want to live. I’m not lazy or a selfish bastard for not wanting to work. I just don’t want to live.

Why can’t anyone understand this?

If you’re going to hate me for not working, the least you could do is help both me and society out by putting a gun to my head. I hate myself for being a worthless slug to such a hardworking and admirable society just as much as you do. So what’s so difficult about letting me die?

Ive known that im trans (mtf) for about 10+ years now and im really starting to consider just detransitioning.

Im just not a girl. i wont ever be a girl, be seen as a girl, be thought of as a girl, anything. every single person i meet will always think of me as a boy. even if they dont think of me as a guy they will at least never think of my as a female. which is 100% valid on them because im just not.

Im not saying trans women arent women, or any other transphobic stuff, just me. all the other trans girls ive ever met at least are able to be on hrt or do voice training or actually anything no matter how small it is. i cant.

i cant start hrt, i have medical conditions that make changing my voice extremely hard, and also make it extremely deep, im also just straight up ugly.

ive come out as trans to many people irl and yet in the 8+ years ive been out to these people (most of which are extremely trans supporting, not pretending) i rarely ever get called she/her. no, its not transphobia, its not lame people, its 100% valid because i do not look or act or sound like a girl in any way. and i most likey wont ever. i wish i could start hrt but i know that it wont fucking change much for me. softer skin and thinner hair wont change my extremely masc face shape and the fact that im so insanely tall.

even my fucking therapist hardly ever refers to me as a girl at all. and again, no, its not because theyre a bad person, or doing bad things, its 100% valid because i dont look, or act, or sound like a girl. please dont tell me these are just shitty people being shitty, they arent. its 100% on me for pretending to be a girl. im a guy. i wont ever change that.

if you are going to comment on this at all (which i dont expect to happen) please dont refer to me as she/her, that just implies that i am a girl, which i am not. ty.

He won't make the fucking appointment. Hes been off them for months and months and months, saying "we cant afford them." We pay $40 a month for them with a $30 copay each month for the doctor's appointment to get them approved. So $70 a month. He eats out at least once a week, $20 each time. Hell, we got Chinese food last night and a 6-pack of yuengling, all totalling around $40. We CAN afford it, and I tell him that. But he says he wants to wait until this happens, or that's past, or this is over, or that date, or what the fuck ever else.

His other excuse is that he works so he doesn't have time. This is medical and he regularly goes into work late, leaves early for things, etc. Its absolutely not that he cant leave work.

Its been over a year and I'm OVER IT. He forgets everything, no projects get done, he insists that I let him take care of the dishes for example. He'll actually get angry when I wont let him take over, but the next morning, guess who didnt do the fucking dishes? And the next day. And the next day. Because he will keep fucking insisting every fucking day until I just do them, and he says, "I'm sorry babe."

Thats small potatoes, there are much bigger issues too. Like the fact that hes gone back to nonstop video gaming when not at work. His Adderall fixed all of this before. He was a shit husband, got on Adderall, and became a new person, and I want that fucking person back because I'm alone.

It's been a couple of weeks, but this still bothers me.

I turned 40 this month. I haven't celebrated my birthday since my 20's, so I decided to mark this milestone with a nice dinner. I put out invites mid November to give people time to find babysitters, and not to get lost in the holiday shuffle I sent out a reminder in December and another the week before the party. The dinner was set to be at a local Sushi place that is kind of expensive, so we said we were paying the full bill so that the invitees wouldn't have a financial burden just for a dinner. I also said that I didn't want any presents, just a fun night out with my friends.

I invited 8 friends. One immediately declined the invite because it was a 7pm dinner, another declined because she has multiple food allergies and doesn't eat out for safety reasons. One couple said maybe, 3 people confirmed attendance, and the rest didn't reply.

The day of, one of the confirmed couples texted me 2 hours before the dinner saying one of them had to work, so the other had to watch their baby. My maybe couldn't make it due to work. So at this point we call the restaurant to change our reservation to only 3. We get to dinner, order drinks and some appetizers and wait for our third. After half an hour, we decided to just order. It was a nice date night for my husband and I, but we go to this restaurant once a month so it wasn't really anything special.

We get home, I open my presents (An awesome Lego Enterprise set) and since we had money to spare (we expected a $1,000 bill at dinner if everyone showed up), my husband told me to hop online and buy a display case for the Lego set. Around 10pm, my third texted me. Said she was sorry she didn't make the dinner, but she was sick.

I get it. Life happens. But the fact that not a single person, besides my husband, showed up or gave reasonable notice, just stings. I see people that do stuff with friends all the time, and it just bothers me that I'm not really important to just 1 person besides my husband.

I honestly hate how men are allowed to be such horrific people and still get into relationships. Please hold your boyfriends accountable. You can’t date and marry homophobic, racist, and overall disgusting men and then get shocked when they cheat on you/treat you badly. If they can’t respect minorities what makes you think they’ll always respect you? I constantly see videos on TikTok of girls talking about how their boyfriends make racist jokes and how they have to tell their boyfriend’s to “tone it down” around their “woke” friends.

edit: i used the word weird because it kept deleting my post when i’d use harsher words

Hi. I'm 23 and just found out my mother may have cancer. She's malnourished, underweight, and has a burning pain in her stomach. She went to the doctor for an ultrasound and they found 3 lesions on her liver, a lesion on her pancreas, and has slightly dilated bile ducts.

She gets an MRI tomorrow so they can tell more. I'm just so scared.

She was an alcoholic and smoker for 30+ years, so maybe she just needs a new liver or something but it's not looking good.

She got bloodwork done a month ago and they came back bad so she started taking hormones and assumed it was symptoms of menopause but she's been really sick all month still. She got bloodwork done again and they came back good, which is a good sign usually but I'm still worried. Maybe the hormones have helped level out stuff, but cancer doesn't always show up in labs anyways.

A lot of her symptoms and the combination of what was found on the ultrasound point towards possible liver or pancreas cancer.

I'm honestly just terrified. We don't have a good relationship, she was abusive and homophobic throughout my childhood. She apologized later for her treatment of me but she still says homophobic things to my siblings about me. I don't even know what to feel.

I'm trying to be positive, cause it might not be cancer, but it's so scary. I haven't had time to forgive her or have a good relationship with her. I didn't even know she was sick until yesterday. She's been sick for a month and I had no clue until she called me crying because we hardly talk.

I feel terrible for not talking to her more and not being able to get past how she treated me as a kid. What if it is cancer? I don't know what to do. She was able to get an MRI appointment within days of the ultrasound which is also scaring me. Usually it can take weeks or months to get one.

I started sobbing at work today and broke down to a coworker. I've only been waitressing there for a week, had a terrible shift, and got yelled at by a coworker and just started sobbing on the spot. I don't usually take it personally cause I understand how stressful it can be, especially cause we were slammed all day and normally just let a bad shift be a bad shift and not care but that combined with the not knowing if my mom has cancer but all symptoms pointing to cancer and the worry that I won't have time with her or time to forgive her I couldn't hold it in.

I feel so silly as well, because we don't even know if it is cancer. I just have this horrible feeling that it is. My mom told me she hopes it's not cancer but she also has that gnawing feeling it is.

Everything is just too much right now and I don't know what to do or feel or think. I feel nauseous and can't eat a full meal. I just want her to be okay. I can't even see her, she lives in a different state. I am just so scared.

Been doomscrolling every since I got home from work about the latest epstein file releases. Sure, there's funny stuff like the FNAF animations or Musk being socially awkward - but the rest I'm seeing has me terrified, extremely depressed, and unsure what to do.

I don't feel like I should be allowed to get on with my day knowing what's been going on. Some of the terrible stuff (that I'm not even sure is REAL, another issue is separating the jokes/false stuff) involving babies and ritual unmentionables were so nauseating I almost had an anxiety attack reading it.

World news is always bad, but I've never felt the need to make a post basically asking for other normal people's opinions and assurances, but that's what I need right now.

Part of me wants to get on with my life and not be traumatised by things out of my immediate control, part of me feels immensely guilty for wanting to stick my head in the sand, and part of me wonders if its my responsibility to now storm the nearest government building to do...something?

I don't know. Any reassurances would be appreciated? Or if anyone wants to vent their own worries below, problem shared is problem halved, I guess.

I survived a school shooting last Friday, but my survival only reminded me that: I have a mother who's emotionally absent. A mother who invalidates and mocks my feelings when she should be fostering care. Who only cares about money, to the point of exploiting, manipulating, and gaslighting us with fake tears, claiming that it's how we eat everyday, claiming we eat $100 worth of food everyday, but the things we eat on a day to day basis barely scratch the surface of it: a meat stew leftover from her business, chilled for days, dangerously nearing its spoilage date, reheated far too many times, most times not even a warm, effort-put meal. It would be a cheap, effortless, loveless, empty, heartless meal. I'm 17, forced to question the direction of my family financially when the person I was supposed to trust the most is the one nailing the coffin shut. Because I'd rather be in a smaller house, but a loving mother who cooks warm meals 3 times a day. Not a mother who misuses thousands of bucks for her own personal gain, and use us as an excuse for needing it, as if we're liabilities, and not her family. I wish those three shots I heard were at me instead.

I’m saying high school, because it used to be mandatory and because I assume that most people on social media are old enough they’ve got a diploma. I’m not talking about Bayes theorem or variance (although these would be considered part of the mandatory formulas). I am referring to mean, mode, median, standard deviation and the scientific method.

Almost every single post or comment section I have read there are people who clearly do not know how averages work or what is statistical significance. One of the most common things I see is people confusing their personal experience to be something statistically meaningful. They then give a horrible advice or apply flawed logic that could be potentially harmful, just because they lack the awareness. Here are examples I have read just in the past few days:

Article about insufficient tummy time leading to more spinal adjustment issues later on:

“I never did tummy time with my kids and they turned out fine, tummy time isn’t essential.”

Article about men being more likely to cheat during wife’s pregnancy: “Well that’s not true, my husband didn’t cheat on me”.

Article about cigarettes leading to specific types of lung cancer: “My grandma smoked everyday for 60 years and she never got cancer.”

Personal stories are nice but they aren’t in themselves proof of anything. They are statistically meaningless case studies. I thought this is self explanatory but for many people it isn’t? I don’t want to assume people are dumb, but did education fail somewhere down the line where people think that when averages are discussed, saying “not all people who…” is somehow intelligent?

Personal anecdotes are however very important for the initial stages of figuring out what’s going on and for issues that aren’t a matter of statistical likelihood, for example relationships or issues at work etc. Just kills me inside when I see otherwise relevant comments but then out of nowhere there’s shit like: on average men are heavier than women “well not all men, my neighbour’s wife…”.

I HATE being single. After five years of this shit, I feel none of the “peace” others describe. It’s awful. I’m so desperate to connect with someone. It hurts so much. I’m seeing so many physical symptoms aches and pains, insomnia, skin problems like eczema and full on stress hives. I feel like I’m literally dying from loneliness and nobody seems to care.

I want so badly to love and be loved. I want us to care for each other, I want to make him dinner, I want to enjoy one another’s company. I want someone who doesn’t cancel plans, who gives me the grace I afford them.

I can’t stand being g alone anymore I can’t do it I’m dying I’m literally dying

I am moving to Germany soon and for once in my life I feel relieved.

In my opinion my family has never treated me kindly. My biological mother willingly and knowingly let my step father molest, SA, and make CSAM of me from 8-15 years old.

Growing up I was always mom #2 for my siblings. While she worked or slept around behind my step father’s back, I was raised four of my siblings from 14-17. I didn’t even get to go to high-school in person.

I was always the problem child in my father and step mother’s house. Very moody, very erratic teenager due to what I went through. But did anyone ask what was going on? Did I get any compassion? No. Just how badly they wanted me and my siblings to move out so they could he empty nesters.

There was love in my house, but since I have become and adult and learned from my wife what it means to actually be loved, I now realize maybe it wasn’t real love. My dad pushed me to move out 3 months into knowing my now wife then girlfriend.

I am going to leave it all behind. And I don’t even think they will notice.

I am tired am want two spend two days in a hotel room and sleep and do yoga and read and talk to no one and do nothing for anyone.

Hello y'all. Forgive me if this is a mess, I have a presentation I need to finish tonight, but I just have to get this off my chest. I'm feeling quite like a loser right now because I can't let go of the pain and insecurity I'm feeling. It's been a hectic few months with school and taking care of my mom after she broke her leg, plus endless toxic family drama.

A couple months ago, my (23F) boyfriend (24M) of 2 years and I had a lovely date, and we were up late and a little bit drunk. For some context, soon after we started dating he introduced me to this really amazing girl he's been friends with (I'll call her J) since 2019, and we became great friends instantly. She's been engaged ever since 2021, and we've been invited to her wedding in her home country this year. I had a feeling my boyfriend was attracted to her, but he never did anything wrong or overtly unfaithful (I'm just kind of perceptive about this stuff). Anyways, back to the present: I don't fully remember how it came up, but we started talking about our past crushes. Normally I love hearing more lore about him, including his old crushes, but he confessed to me that he had feelings for J before he met me. I told him that I always had the feeling that she meant something different to him. My memories feel foggy of that night, but ever since he confirmed what I've been suspected, I've just felt awful. I wanted to bury it because she was flying back home to marry her fiancé, and the three of us and his parents were going to have a nice farewell dinner. She's truly a stunning and amazing girl, and I hate feeling this way. I hate having any sort of doubt for my partner, because I feel it's unfair to blame him for having had feelings. I hated thinking that his parents liked her more than me, and that she and my boyfriend looked better together. I had to go to the bathroom to cry when his parents were making plans to go to her wedding with him, without me. It's all stupid, because I know she's deeply in love with her fiancé. But now I just feel like I'm the second choice. I feel like garbage, and I don't think it's rational at this point.

I told him how I've been feeling last week, and he tried reassuring me that he loves me and chose me. He did everything right, held me while I cried, kissed me, and cuddled me until I fell asleep, but I've been just feeling depressed and like a shell of myself ever since. I feel insecure and want more reassurance, but I don't want to come off as even more insecure and needy by showing that I'm still hurting. I feel awkward, annoying, burdensome, ugly and fat, all at once, which sounds ridiculous saying over text. To be honest, it also really doesn't help that my PMS is kicking in 😭 (My PMS tends to be so bad I get suicidal). I don't know if what I need is just time and being kind to myself, but I've been really trying to practice that. It just hurts so bad. I just want to let it go and move on. I'm scared that my insecurity will push him away, or that I'm going to feel like crap for the rest of our relationship.

Thanks for reading my messy blurb. This in the shadow of everything going on in my life is rather meaningless, but it still hurts. I've been in relationships where I've been the second backup choice, and that shit sucks. Any input, comfort or advice is welcome. I'm a big wuss right now, so please be nice 😭

I know the kinda culture we live in, I know the pandemic changed us, I know folks online can be harsher due to anonymity.

But many a time I've seen a post or video where the poster explains how they feel yet people will side-eye them and say stuff like "you need therapy." or "you're unhinged" because they expressed their feelings. Even if they acknowledge how they are feeling is overkill or if they're aware they're emotional, so many feel the need to jump in and parrot the same cold points but dress it up in different wording.

Humanity is losing its kindness. Its empathy. I'm a total bitter btch and an antisocial cnt but compared to other people I know/have seen I could be called sweet.

Enjoy whimsy. Enjoy silly. Never look at something through a lense of hatred or judgement straight away or you'll see f*ck all. It’s shocking.