For context I (24) am a Trans woman and for the most part I pass well with exception to a few of my mannerisms I’m still working on. I have been transitioning since last November and prior to that I considered myself a Cis male.

When I first started my transition, a lot of the women in my life would tell me that I will inevitably begin to become wary of men the more time I spent as a woman. At the time I took in their words and kept it in mind, but it’s mostly been sort of a back burner thought.

It wasn’t until the end of July this year that I began socially transitioning and actively presenting as a woman out in public and with my friends and family. During that time whenever I would go out as a woman, I would more often than not be surrounded by friends or family so I never really thought about the dangers of going out in public alone.

I wanna say in early August I decided to go walk my dog alone at a local park in the evening, there was a solid amount of people for the time of day that I went. I was fully dressed up, wearing a skirt a nice blouse, and had some makeup on and began to slowly notice how almost every single man I passed would be staring at my chest or ass, even if they were right next to their partners, which disgusted me. Towards the end of that walk, I got to a section of the trail around this large pond and realize the only people there were myself, and one of the men who had been eyeing me earlier, and at that moment was the first time I genuinely became fearful of a man and realized I no longer felt the inherent safety of being a man alone/isolated with another man that I had grown used to all my life.

Thankfully, nothing happened, but after that incident, being wary of men went from a back burner worry to the front of my mind. The best way to explain my thoughts now is that I am wary and fearful of all men the way I used to be wary and fearful of drug addicts, actively tweaking out. I feel like I never know what they’ll do until they do it and I have to constantly be on watch to ensure I’m safe.

My fear only recently solidified last week with a very shitty day, I was in therapy for the first time in a while and learned that what I believed was simply an uncomfortable sexual experience four years ago was actually me being raped, not even 20 minutes after that two men ripped my trans pride flag off my home, and three hours after that in the dead of night, a group of men with flashlights were skulking around my property.

So far my transition has been a dream come true and is easily on of the best decisions I have made in my life but the realities of what being a woman is like and my personal experience with being a woman has been eye opening.

Dinner: creamy chicken risotto pasta from last week

My bf is a nicotine addict, which is not really ideal, but I'm dealing with it

My biggest problem is him vaping indoors. He would occasionally buy a vape and use it in the kitchen. That makes me uncomfortable. He keeps saying it's not a big deal and it doesn't even smell (it does btw)

I don't want fumes all in my kitchen, idk if I'm overreacting but the fact he is not respecting my wish does make me really sad

I still made us some tasty chicken nuggets tho

Hello! Me (18f) and my bf (19m) have been dating for 8 months. I recently moved three hours away for college and this has caused a lot of turmoil in the relationship. I often hangout with two different group of friends, a group of girls that I recently met and three guys that are friends with both me and my bf for a couple of years. He gets pretty upset with me when I hangout with just the guys (I mix the two groups when I can). I'm also bi so I find it a little odd he is only threatened by the guy friend group

In poor taste I slept over at the guys dorm with the male group. I often stay up late and hangout with either group welllllllll into the night. I ended up sleeping over because it was around 4 am when I was going to head back to my dorm but it was pouring rain (its a 15 minute walk). The host gave each of us a blanket and I slept on the couch while the rest slept on the floor. I slept for about three hours and then rushed home around 11. My bf wanted to break up with me but I explained the situation and he was still reasonably upset. Since, Ive made sure to bring a little bag to all my hangouts to be able to go home no matter the weather.

A week later, after telling him I would be more clear with communication and make sure I end up in my own bed each night, I find out he stayed the night at his hgs house. I have had an issue with him hanging out with this girl particularly because when we split (long story) he posted her to a romantic song on his public Instagram story. She lives alone and it was just them two (they came to her house in a group but that group left) and he left around 5pm. I should've maybe been more upset with him.

Recently, he told me the same hg texted him to hang out. He sent a screenshot and she started the conversation by saying "sleepoverrrrrrrrrr" I told him to block her on everything because that's extremely disrespectful to me. And I'm now really tempted to go through his phone.

Can you guys please tell me if I should be more worried? I honestly don't think he would cheat but I think sleeping over at your friends house is weird either way. I have a fair amount of really close guy friends and I've never even thought about sleeping over at their house. I dont know if I'm being naive and if he's just blatantly cheating in my face. Any words of advice ^^

EDIT: wow this really made me realize how naive I am. I ended things with him

i'll get straight to the point ... and for dinner pan con pollo 🫣

so for context i'm 20 f and my bf is 20 m , we started dating about 6 months ago and he's moved in since his mom kicked him out. I didn't think much of it since he didn't tell me the reason but i let him because i love him so much and i feel like we're soul mates(ik this sounds crazy but i felt like it was true ) So fast forward to a week ago we were at the grocery store and i was looking for him and i saw that he basically ran away. When i went to go look in his direction , i saw brown liquid on the floor and a brown stuff running down his leg. I immediately was disgusted and confused why he did that but he ended up telling me right then and there that he just didn't make it to the bathroom on time; which i thought was weird bc the bathroom was only like 10 steps from where we were originally? we got home and didn't talk about it. Anyways fast forward to today in the morning he ended up telling me that he's been lying to me about the situation. He told me that his mom kicked him out because he got caught doing this multiple times by her like shitting in public spaces. He told me it was a fetish but now i just feel disgusted and im unsure what to do .. im debating on kicking him out am i in the wrong? what should i do 😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫

It's like clock work. I can't make it past a month dating anyone, usually I end it after they switch it up without communicating a reason for the change.

I've been sinlge for over two years, consistently in therapy, I let myself be alone for months on end, I've put in the work. I'm told often that I'm a good date (ik I am) even as things are ending. I know it's not me.

It always ends with the same excuses: mental health & work (and the unspoken other woman ofc).

I can only feel comfortable in casual situations with people I'm a little bored with, I'm not trying to do casual with someone I can spend an entire day with romantically and not be drained. That's mathing to catch feelings and I usually do on some level.

I thought delaying sex would change something but it only delays the inevetable and keeps me from feeling violated.

I need to find their gameplan online bc I swear it exists

Dinner is what the last person I dated and I ate together often, my food choices are super impressionable lol

Fresas con crema to sweet my bitterness
For the longest time I’ve told myself and everyone around me that I don’t want to be like my mom. My mom is a great mother, she stayed home and never really worked in her life. She married my dad who was around 17 years older than her, then, they got divorced and she struggled a lot, until she got married again and became a stay home wife/mom once again. I’ve told myself since I was a child that I would never want a life like that for myself, because I would never want to depend on a man and not have my own stuff. But man.. I’ve worked like a dog since I was 16. I am now 25, and on my way to finish my bachelors and things don’t seem to get better. I am married to a great guy who helps me a lot in all senses and loves me probably more than what I love him. He does everything on his power to make me happy and I love him with all my heart. I keep telling myself I took the best route by marrying by love and keep hustling to have my own money and be somewhat independent, but then I see this 18 year old marrying this over 30 year old guy. He bought her a beautiful house with everything new. She doesn’t even have a license, let alone a job, degrees, or any sort of experience. I don’t think she has ever actually worked or anything. But now she has a beautiful house to live in. WITHOUT. MOVING. A. FINGER. Am I jealous? I am tbh.
I always tell myself and all girls around me who ask me for advice that there’s nothing like having your own and working for what you want.. but honestly, even when I work for I want, it seems like it is not within reach. So who do I lie to? Even when you work for things you won’t get them. Lately, it feels like it doesn’t matter that you have brains, dedication, and goals. The person taking the easy way out does better.

Update: when I said I didn’t want to be like mom, I don’t mean she was lazy or anything like that. I meant that I have seen how overworked she has been her whole life and didn’t want that or be dependent in a man.

I'm swiping on hinge because I'm bored and it's led me think.. are most of yall who are dating people actually super attracted to them?

I've been single for a little while, having finally ended my on and off relationship earlier this year. Since then I have seen exactly 1 man who I genuinely thought was extremely attractive (and this was in person, not on an app). I've swiped through hundreds and hundreds of people. And none of them have made me excited. I've matched with some who I thought were decent looking, been on lots of dates, but as soon as we meet up in person I just don't feel that physical attraction.

I'm not aro or ace or anything, and I know it's possible for me to be very attracted to someone, but it just feels like it's so rare, and it's pissing me off.

I'm over being single, I want to be able to share my life with someone, I crave physical touch and intimacy that platonic friendships can't provide. I just.. don't know what to do? Am I doomed to have to settle for someone I find kinda meh physically? Doesn't seem fair to them.. but if that's all there is..?

I put a lot of effort into my health and physical appearance, and I have 1 facial flaw which I am getting plastic surgery to fix in less than a month. I know this is probably going to sound vain and superficial, but like, if I'm doing all this I don't want to settle for some mid ass man, who is just as likely to lie and cheat and make my life hell as an attractive man

I dunno lol, give me your thoughts, or call me names idk

(no idea why this is in italics reddit hates me i guess) 6 inch subway, chicken strips with extra extra jalapeño, spicy mayo and garlic aoli.

For context I (20f) broke up with my boyfriend (26m) of nearly 3 years  because he was no longer capable of loving me how I needed him to. He was essentially just retreating to being emotionally unavailable when I needed him most. Anyway, we broke up 3 months ago but still keep in touch because we started off as best friends and we're still throughout our relationship best friends and neither of us want to lose that. 

Anyway, last night he messaged me to tell me about his day. He's gone on a road trip down south (we live in North Island New Zealand) and has stopped alot to see friends. Alot of which are mutual. Yesterday he stopped in a pretty major town in the south island and visited someone who was once his friend, and he's also the older brother to another one of my best friends. This "friend" of his was outed 6 months- a year go for sexual crimes, and domestic abuse. At that point my ex and I cut all contact. His family also cut most contact with him, and then he moved down south to run away from it (he lived near us up north). My ex goes on to tell me that he caught up with 'evil man' and TRIPPED MUSHROOMS WITH HIM!?! I asked him why on earth he would do that etc etc. I had many questions.he just said "idk i know within myself where I stand with him." I told him i am beyond dissapointed and I thought I knew him better than that, and I thought he had much stronger morals than than. Especially considering i, himself and other people he knows have been through horrific things. Shouldnt matter who he knows he should just give a fuck. Anyway. I asked him over and over why or how he could feel comfortable and have a good time tripping with someone like that and he gave me the same answer of "knowing within himself" like what the fuck? It disturbs me so deeply, i dont know what to do i KNOW this is atrocious. Theyve been friends since they were little kids but i would never hold such loyaltly to a person like this, lie to my parter about where i stand with hypothetical person etc and then dump it on them that ive done one of the most intimate things with said horrible person. YET I STILL CANNOT BRING MYSELF TO BLOCK HIM. I love this man, and i care so much i still want to encourage him to make good decisions even though i know, not my circus not my monkeys any longer. What the fuck is wrong with him what is wrong with me

Vegan Schnitzelbrötchen 🇩🇪

I am struggling with self doubt about HRT progress every day and I barely have anyone to vent it out to because I am
overwhelming people.

I have been Estradioling since 5 weeks now and I am still looking like a low T beta. (well I kinda am) halfway I have self upped my dosage of E because I had the hormone levels of my granny and my ahh was tweakin and I could not go to work and I have one more bottle left and if tomorrow my doc does not give me more female-sauce I probably will lose it :/

I also feel like I cannot trust or rely on doctors or rlly anyone.
Coming out to people is hard because I look like young bon jovi at worst nya femboy at best at a whooping 188cm body height
I have made progress in social transitioning but the medical aspect is taking a toll on me.

I will no go nyom arompf my 2 samiches.
Any comment or convo welcome ^^

Goop salad for dinner. This is a rant and mourning. I miss talking to my best friend without her toddler interrupting. I don’t want to talk about the books he’s reading, his pee or potty training status, whether he had diarrhea at day care. And now she’s training the kid to want to talk to me!!! No!!!

I do not want to talk to him. Now he wants to chime in babbling. Grabbing the phone from her. Interrupting us. My BFF is delighted by this new behavior. I’m just like… it’s 11P. Shouldn’t you be in bed???

I know this makes me sound like an asshole. My friend doesn’t have a lot of other friends. She’s very isolated and like so many moms is the full-time caregiver/cook/comfort/housekeeper/nurse. She loves that her son is her WHOLE WORLD. And I can feel her sinking. She’s calling me more than ever. I know she’s craving feeling seen and heard but it also feels like I’m her life raft 😫

I did not grow up with a mom like that and I respect my mother for it. She was a baddie with a full-time ass career and yes lots of help. But we had a fun life seeing her have a fun life. So, yeah. I guess this is also me judging how my BFF is raising her kid in so much isolation and worship. Her work is complaining that she can’t complete her part-time hours, like every week, from home. She doesn’t understand why they don’t understand her son is the priority. It’s so unfair but jobs and bosses do not want to hear about childcare complications. They just don’t.

I will also be downvoted to all hell, but I am not having a kid until I can afford infrastructure support to be the type of on the go baddie who raised not one or two but three kiddos while being an MD.

Edit: I’m stunned by the way women feel comfortable talking to each other on the internet. I appreciate all the moms here. Y’alls candor and struggle while raising little ones. And the childless friends + support systems. Thank you for bringing clarity and also your own truths. Being a woman is brutal.

I already said above I am judging my friend. So I appreciate the LOUD perspectives and reminder to get that in check from one and all. I do happen to have 18 years of observing data points, choices (objectively bad ones I have not mentioned), and events that have allowed me to form my own… yes. Judgements.

Mercifully, we all get to do what we want with our hot bodies and lil’ babies (or not). And the final court of law is not Girldinnerdiaries. I hear it. Most of y’all would banish me to Friendship Alcatraz. ⛓️‍💥

ugh i really need some advice. to preference, my bf and i have been together for over a year. so this all took place the other day, my bf (18m) and i (18f) were hanging out in my room and he is the type of guy thats obsessed w cars and hes looking for a new car on facebook marketplace. so ofc he was looking at facebook and i was looking to bc he was trying to show me something but he went to his search and i saw a few girls and i was kinda taken aback bc he never searches girls on instagram or tiktok i would know bc i always go on his stuff when i get bored. anyways, i ask him about those girls in his search and he goes "hold on im tryna show you this" and so i ask in a more serious tone and take his phone to see and he lets me of course and i scroll down through his search and i wanted to crawl out of my skin. there were probably 15 or more girls in his search. i was genuinely confused bc my bf is the sweetest guy and sure he makes me mad sometimes but our relationship is so healthy (well i thought it was). so i ask about it and he said that some of them sold cars and he accidentally clicked on their profile and im not dumb. i know thats a lie. so i go outside to cool down for about 15 mins and go back inside and say "can you just tell me the truth please" so he does and tells me he'd look at them when we got into arguments as a way to self sabotage the relationship and the reason he self sabotage's is bc of his dad leaving so he wants to leave before he gets left.

he talks about how he's depressed and hes been having some issues mentally ik hes telling the truth he told me a month into our relationship he was depressed but i had no clue it got that bad. i ofc take this VERY seriously and hear him out and everything and hes been going to a therapist for a few weeks and said he'll talk to her about everything so he can improve on himself so we dont have to break up and if he cant improve he'll break up with me (bc im not really good at breaking up w ppl). so i really need advice. what should i do? im too embarrassed to tell my best friend abt it bc i probably sound stupid right now. i really love him and all i think about is a future w him and i want to fight for us.

chocolate chip banana bread :(

Shitty overpriced nachos

I am prone to 2 things: Yapping when bored and being forgetful and damn it got my ass today. Rightly so.

Long and short of it a co-worker told me about a possible position shift at work and asked me not to talk about it. But, this was also in the middle of her and I discussing multiple other work things and an inspector behind me asking other questions to me and by extension to her. Her asking me not to talk about it just fully slipped my mind.

In my head it was good news, but even still idk why it would be something I'd bring up. She called me on my way home and was like "dude what the fuck im supposed to be able to trust you" and, again, shes right. I profusely apologized over the phone, this was my mistake and I really should have kept my mouth shut, and im going to properly apologize in person tomorrow. No excuses or anything, I have to take ownership of my mistakes and bite the bullet there. So yeah. Just. Me and my big fucking mouth. I'm usually really good about secrets but I guess my excitement got the better of me.

Thank God not pregnant. I’m 24F and not ready to be a mother yet, that is TRUE sacrifice (to me). I been scared to death because my period was pretty late. Miss Red paid me a visit this morning, talk about timing. Anyway I’m debating on telling my boyfriend that I took a pregnancy test, we are still pretty early on in our relationship. I feel emotionally safe with him, but not sure if this would give him a bit of a scare or make him sad I didn’t tell him. He doesn’t like to see me stressed out or sad. Even though it’s a negative test for pregnancy just the thought alone of it being positive scared me. I just don’t know how he’d react. Sorry if I’m rambling ladies, I never had a pregnancy scare before and I’m still a bit shaken. Any advice on whether I should tell him or not? Or just leave it be?

Chicken egg and cheese biscuit and cheese grits (I know it’s not dinner but thought I’d treat myself since I had an emotional morning)

My friend and I were planning a trip to Solang, but she kept telling me she didn’t have money. The plot twist? At that time, she had actually planned and paid for a Mumbai trip with her office friends, who are from my college too, btw.

She didn’t tell me because she thought I’d feel bad. The whole time, she was pretending she couldn’t come. I just let it go because I didn’t want to force anyone.

But one day, while we were casually talking, she mentioned that she was coming back from a trip to Mumbai. She hadn’t posted anything, so I had no idea she’d even gone.

Should I be mad, or should I just let it go? I honestly don’t know. I feel weird about the whole thing. I was really hurt initially because we usually tell each other everything, and I never expected this from her. But I eventually let it go because what can I even do?

I’ve also gone on trips with other friends, but I’ve always told her everything about them. Even if she had told me about Mumbai, I would’ve been genuinely happy and excited for her.

It’s not about her going on a trip without me. It’s about her pretending she couldn’t afford our trip while hiding the fact that she had planned another one.

Now I don’t know how to proceed with this friendship. What do you guys think? What would you do in this situation?

he went to get an MRI and the person assisting him said all he had to bring into the room was himself and to "keep [his] boxers on... unfortunately" :( like girl thats so rude and unnecessary also... that's mine, anyway.

i digress. here's the beef miso ramen he made me and a glass of moselland black cat riesling :) my goat fr.

Vegan noodle soup from a street stall in Hanoi.

So, context: I'm currently traveling full-time. My partner and I are living on about $1000 a month in SE Asia and will be for the next year at least. I'm physically disabled (POTS, HEDS, MCAS), and we're both neurodiverse. We had the savings to do this while we got degrees or to stay home and drop down to working half-time. Traveling the world doing online school was the obvious choice.

We live in places for 30-90 days, generally in a homestay or monthly rental we find on Facebook, but this last place was from AIRBNB. I prefer to deal with locals over corporations, but it doesn't always work out that way, especially in tourist hubs. This was in Chiang Mai, Thailand, and we paid $400 for a month in a hotel owned by 3 aunties. There was no kitchen, shared central areas, no housekeeping, and no laundry. Wifi only in common areas.

The Aunties were incredible. One was a retired Thai teacher who spoke English and was genuinely the most interesting woman I have ever met. We talked at length about her travels in the 70s and 80s, and she helped with our Thai. There was a beautiful patio space where we did homework, and if the Aunties saw you studying, they would bring you tea. The location was amazing, within walking distance to major hubs, but also walkable to the less touristy parts of town with good street food and affordable groceries and laundry. The neighborhood was safe and quiet. Sounds perfect, right? 5 stars, easy.

I broke out in hives every time I took a shower.

Bought my own soap and towels.

Took Benadryl 20 min beforehand.

Broke out in hives every single time, sometimes over an hour of itching and burning.

We moved out 2 weeks ago, and it still takes considerable effort to talk myself into the shower. I'm not exaggerating to say I'm a little traumatized. I'm convinced it was mold in the plumbing and walls.

I was pushing showers to every other day, every third if I could, but wifi was only in the common areas. I desperately didn't want to be stinky farang, but showering was an issue. Going outside to do my homework or acquire food was a choice between a painful allergic reaction and the embarrassment and offense of stink.

There were no curtains; the window was colored glass with a porch light shining in. This meant there was no difference between full-blown daylight and night in the room. Just a perpetual twilight occasionally modified with the lamp. Too dark to read, too light to sleep. If I didn't manage to shower, I would spend the whole day in bed, or if I did shower, I would have to sleep off the reaction. The total lack of natural light meant some days I slept 16 hours, some days hardly at all.

The bed was incredibly hard, even by Asian standards. That's really saying something. I frequently woke up with dislocations or spasms. Combined with the shower pain, this made even basic functioning difficult, and the pain fog made my schoolwork harder and harder.

Between the embarrassment, the reactions, and the sleep disturbances, I fell into a deep depression. I was genuinely suicidal for the first time in years and nearly started SH again. My partner forced me to eat every bite I consumed that month. It was so bad.

At this point, I don't think I'm going to leave a review at all. These incredible women don't need that negativity towards their business. On the other hand, if I had read a review like that, I probably wouldn't have spent a month in a twilight haze of hives and intrusive thoughts. So much of what happened was definitely related to my own health and not their fault, but other disabled travelers deserve to be able to accurately gauge how much they'll be able to handle. How much of this Yellow Wallpaper bullshit was me, and how much was preventable?

So this happened a couple years ago, apologies if I'm missing details. But I was recently telling the story to someone. They seemed to think I may have just misunderstood something and now I don't really know (which is why I'm bringing it up now, I'm not worried about seeing him again)

When I was 18 (and keep in mind I looked a little younger) I went to the store I normally do and there was an employee there I hadn't seen before. Tall big guy in his 30s or 40s. I saw him a couple times but I don't actually know what his job was. I think I remember it was janitorial. I know it was inside the store.

I think he talked to me at one point, don't rememberwhat he said. What tipped me off I believe was that he kept showing up in the same aisles as me and getting a little too close when he'd walk by. I wouldn't have thought much, I run into the same employees in the store a lot obviously. But I don't shop in straight line, I constantly double back and go to different isles but he would still show up there, sometimes nothing in his hands, or he would come to sweep an isle he would have already gone past. He would look at my every time. Something just made me feel weird

I remember I was leaving the store one of these times and saw him sort of near the check out talking to someone. I pushed my cart out and there's a side parking section and a main section. I went to side parking which was around the corner wall and was taking a minute to get my bags out of the cart because there were multiple. Well he also turned the corner and asked if I needed help with my bags. This seems extremely weird to me. There's not a position at the store where you help people load their bags (at least unprompted) and I was nowhere near the pickup section.

I told him I was fine and sort of panicked a little because why was he there? How did he know I was at the side parking and not the huge lot out front, I already felt nervous around him. No other employee had ever approached me or asked to help load my groceries. It was taking me longer to get my bags now because I was panicking. He just stood there for a minute and in a deadpan tone said "I really think you should let me help you."

At this point I was getting more afraid and irritated so I kind of snapped back "No." In a fairly rude tone. I remember another lady kind of looking over at us too. I got my bags and slowly started walking towards my car. I think I actually passed it so he wouldn't know which one was mine. I kept checking to see if he'd went back to the store and he did after a minute. So again if he wasn't pushing carts or whatever why did he follow me out? That wasn't part of his job, I'm able bodied, I don't know why he would choose help me and not an elderly or disabled person, or a mother with children. It just doesn't feel right.

Anyway I just don't know how to feel about this. I remember at the time I felt really anxious and I remember I didn't see him again after that (I took a small break from going to that store). Makes me wonder if he got fired or weirded out another woman. People who worked in a store does this seem unusual? Is there another explanation here or a position where this would make sense? Was I just rude to an employee for no reason? I don't know how to feel

i’ve been posting about my hellish love life on here for nearly 6 months- it’s been incredibly cathartic. this is like my lil blog, and some of yall started asking for updates. well, here’s a big one. it’s early and i’m sleepy so apologies if this isn’t as well written or fun to read as some of my other posts lol i really just need to vent today.

shortest summary ever of an extremely complex situation (all the other info is on my profile-)

i (22f) dated D (25m) for 2 years. we broke up in june due to communication issues and his mental health, but continued seeing each other and talking until almost a month ago.

we dragged it on too long until it was extremely messy and toxic at the end. but when we were together, during those two years, there was SOOOO much love and comfort and joy!!. we planned to get married. he had a ring and asked my dad’s blessing, the whole thing. it was my first real adult relationship.

while D and I were broken up, he started talking to a girl from his work. they kissed once or twice, he was exceedingly open with me about this while still saying he loved me. it all became too confusing and too much. eventually we cut off contact because he said i deserved better than what he was giving right now. he was right and i knew it.

we took space, and within only a week or two of no-contact with my ex, i met a guy. let’s call him adam.

this was not planned nor expected. adam (27m) and i have been going out for about 3 or 4 weeks. he also is freshly out of a relationship- we intended to just kinda use each other as rebound hookups (that sounds awful but it was mutual) but ended up liking each other too much. we talk frequently, have spent the night at each other’s places multiple times, and i’m really starting to like him and enjoy where this is going. he’s funny and an absolute genius, and he only lives four blocks from my house (while D is 1.5 hrs away). it’s so convenient and lovely. i am under no delusion that he’s perfect and it’s probably still definitely somewhat of a rebound, but i’m trying to go with the flow and have fun, and it’s been great.

but guys i SWEAR TO GOD that as soon as i got comfy and truly started healing and moving on, it was like D got a bat signal to his brain.

he called me 3 days ago. i was in bed, comfy, planning a date with adam and feeling content. i picked up without even thinking.

D was emotional, telling me about how he misses me so much. said it’s getting cold and he misses spending winters with me, that he hates how things ended up between us, he regrets so much, he’s sorry. he always felt like he could be himself around me and his life has kinda sucked since we split months ago.

i was bitter and angry at first, and asked if his situation with Work Girlie fell apart and now he’s calling me because he’s lonely. he said no, he realized awhile back that she really sucks and isn’t worth any of his time. hm. it wld have been great if Somebody could have warned D about this girl before he got involved with her! oh wait! i did!

he asked if i was seeing anyone, joking about “who he needs to fight”. apparently D hasn’t had sex since our breakup. I have, i assumed he had too. now i kinda feel weird about it (tho i know i don’t need to).

after my anger waned we talked for an hour and a half. we caught up and chatted and i remembered why i liked/loved him so much. we are so compatible and get along so well, and the chemistry hasn’t changed at all. it was easy to imagine being able to forgive and forget, even after all the hurt.

he claimed he isn’t trying to rekindle rn, and i call bs. he kept asking to come over, saying he needed to see me, all this stuff. i wouldn’t let him. he said “why? do you have a date?” i couldn’t bring myself to be honest and tell him yes.

i told Adam about this and he was very mature about it and didn’t get overly jealous or anything. we have more plans today (i’m going to his house to read and play stardew valley while he studies for midterms (he’s a grad student)).

D has been texting me for days, trying to slowly start casual contact back up. i’m up for it sometimes, and other times not.

i just don’t know what to do. i feel so stuck. a couple months ago, i prayed constantly for D to do exactly what he’s doing now- tell me that the other girl isn’t worth it, that he only wants me, that he regrets how he acted. but now i am just so conflicted.

entertain my ex (who i still love dearly and can envision a future with, but who hurt me horribly and will take immense effort to reconstruct our relationship)

or

see where things go with adam (who feels like a bigger risk too in a way- we are still getting to know each other and it’s early, but everything has been so fun and comfy and promising thus far)

better the devil you know than the devil you don’t? idk. probably not, right?

and before yall tell me to spend time alone, trust me, i have and am by no means a serial dater or anything of the sort. i like spending time on my own and i know myself very well. this whole situation really snuck up on me :(

any insight at all is appreciated. i just feel stuck. thanks guys

Went to Texas chicken house. Anyway so my dad died when I was like 5, and my mom had to raise us alone for 6 or 7 years then she decided to marry this guy let’s call him Ryan. Ryan had a son who was about 3 at the time and he had just recently divorced his pregnant wife. My mother has her own house and so he moved in. I have 2 other sisters. My mom’s first plan was Ryan’s 4 year old was going to stay with Ryan’s parents and the newborn will move into this house here with us, because Ryan’s ex didn’t want them. So that’s what happened for 2 years or 3. My mom’s first plan raised Ryan’s newborn let’s call him Alex and she kept falling in love with that kid. But what happened next is that Ryan’s parents no longer wanted to raise Ryan’s older son let’s call him Adam. So After a fight Adam also moved into our home. And like that my mother became too busy with them, I felt like she didn’t pay as much attention to us. Because she was always busy raising two small children. I have always wanted them out of here because I wanted my own space and they’re annoying and noisy and we can’t go out or have fun because they embarrass us wherever we go. They’d visit their own mother on the weekends for 24hours then they’d come back. But recently Ryan’s ex asked for full custody of the children,after months of court it was decided they are back with their mom and will only be here on weekends. My mom tried everything not to let it happen but it still did happen today and she cried as she saw Alex go away to his own mother. Alex and Adam seemed pretty excited tbh. And she keeps denying that. I’m telling her to leave it alone and let them be. But she is saying that she loves Alex like her own. And that offended me. I don’t think it’s fair that she loves him this much. And so I told her ok then I love my dead father more than you. And she got mad. I’m so done

ermmmm chic fil a mac and cheese ☺️.

hiii, this is a post for anyone to answer actually, so feel free!

have you ever been with, or seen, or even been a man who’s treated his girlfriend poorly (for whatever reason) but eventually came around? for example you’ve had hardships in your relationship because of him but you stayed because you believed and wanted to commit even if the issues were large and consistent , and it actually worked out and things changed?? if your the man why and what did you change and what made you act that way in the first place?? and if your the latter what changed and why didn’t you just give up? if this doesn’t apply to you and you’ve just been wronged and left how has that affected you and do you think that men are just incapable?

i apologize if my question is all over the place.
i’m just bored and wondering 😵‍💫

i hope i worded that easily!!! (btw this is not a safe space for abusers and do not romanticize such things under this thread!! people like that don’t change ladies!!!)

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Me and my husband have been together for several years.

We met on a kink website, so I obviously went into the relationship with certain expectations. About a year into our relationship, his approach to intimacy completely changed. We’ve moved twice, he went back to school, started taking new meds, started a stressful recruiting process, started an even more intense career, and had our wedding… so obviously, I understood that stress was going to impact his sex drive. Except it’s three years later, and he has zero interest in sex or even basic physical intimacy. Even when I make him aroused, he ends up not pursuing me because he has other things to do.

I keep asking him to do the non-sexual things I’d like him to, but I never imagined myself in a relationship where I have to ask my partner to want to grab or hold or literally just fuck me lol. To be honest, not getting my needs met has been a major emotional distraction.

EVERY other part of our relationship is exactly how I want it.

…

We’ve discussed opening up the relationship — especially because he works insane hours — but I’ve tried Hinge, Tinder, Feeld, Seeking, FetLife, and even on here lmfao and I always end up bitching out because I don’t really know how an open-relationship works.

In an ideal world, I’d have an attractive guy come over, we have sex, we eat together, and then he leaves lmfao.

Part of me wants to just suck it up so I don’t have to deal with the drama of another person, but then I know I’d be forfeiting something that’s genuinely important to me.

Tn, we have chili oil garlic pasta w chicken breast. 🍗 🍝

TLDR: trying to open up a sexless marriage but not sure how/don’t know if the drama is worth it

idk if there’s an nsfw tag**

TW: mental health, medications

Homemade borscht, pickled cucumbers, buckwheat, yogurt. And storebought beetroot kvass.

I was supposed to have my session today. She just said oh I'm in America right now there's a 9 hour difference so I can't prove your session. Then said she can't provide ANY sessions becouse of her educational plans. I'd understand if she told me earlier but bruh. Didn't you know earlier? Why do you tell me now?

I already had a bad morning, i didn't wake up to my alarm 5 times and then got into an argument with my mom about it. Got so mad i couldn't control my anger even though I'm on antipsychotics and mood stabilizers. Even tho I've been mostly good this past week.

I calm myself down slightly. I even think about apologising to my mom. Then next thing I know OH my therapist is saying she can't treat me anymore. Hours before our session so obviously i left her on read and i feel abandoned, unworthy and like everyone hates me. I hate it when people just abandon me midway. Couldn't she say it earlier?

Does she think it's so easy to just toss me around as if i had a support system? She could have told me to find a new therapists earlier or refer me to someone but no. I have to start back at square one after I JUST started making progress. And my mother agreed to get therapy too. Just as things were getting better. Fcking OBVIOUSLY

Pickled onions and birthday cake drizzilicious, I accidentally tasted these together when we were on vacation and now I love it, it weirdly works.

Hello,
Long time reader here and finally my turn. I’ve been married for over a year and we dated for 5 years before marriage. My husband and I live in the US and earn decent six-figure salaries each and live a pretty decent life. I’m someone who loves to travel, explore new things and take chances on being young. My husband on the other hand is a bit of a couch rotter, a miser and I have to push him out of his comfort zone. We’ve to travel to our home country for my brother’s wedding in October and I’ve asked him if we can make a stop in London for a week and explore it. He was initially not interested and I had to cry and make a fuss. He finally accepted but later war news broke out and we felt not safe to travel. I’ve showed him other options but he said he can’t do all those other options and fixed his mind on going to London only. All my friends are going on long vacations out of country with their partners and I feel so left out. I planned something big for my anniversary as well but got dropped because of my brother’s wedding. At this point, I feel he doesn’t want to spend money and is also crushing my dreams all the time. I know it’s a bit selfish but I was always an explorer and wanted to try a few things at-least in life before life pulls me down with more responsibilities. I’ve cried for days begging him to go on a nice vacation but he doesn’t even care that I’m crying or hurting. I’ve been supporting his dreams but he never does mine. On top of that, I don’t feel he loves me; there are always fights and name-calling. He doesn’t respect me in front of our friends nor takes care of me. We do fight about this and go on days without talking. I do feel trapped and suffocated. Am I asking too much of him? I work hard and deserve nice things at the end of the day too. I’m honestly very sad, keep crying everyday, heartbroken and confused. I’m always wondering if I made the right choice by marrying someone who’s different from me.
And oh last mention - he looks at other girls and asks me why I get upset over it as the end of the day he comes home to me. Lol

Picture is tiramisu from my last happiest vacation ages ago