I catfished this guy, he’s married but now we fell inlove, I love him so much and I know that he loves me. Part of me wants to tell him exactly who I am but I’m scared of losing him, I’ve been making excuses everytime he wants to see me, we call each other every day I’ve told him I don’t like video calls. I love him

I have been with my girlfriend for a year. I feel like I have adopted someone’s child instead of having a partner. I feel financially burdened and this is compromising my happiness. I wish I can find a woman who is ambitious, employed and willing to build. I’m jealous of my friends who have career orientated wives, they are building nicely. I feel like I have settled for less.

A woman I was dating bought me a perfume, which made me extremely happy because she rarely gave me gifts. One day, I looked at her phone and found a text she had sent: “I BOUGHT HIM THE SAME PERFUME AS YOURS SO I CAN SMELL YOU IN THE HOUSE”

I have had my heart broken over the past few weeks because of the controversy surrounding abortion. Allow me to share my story. My husband and I tried for over 5 years to conceive. It was a very long and heartbreaking road, but because of IVF I fell pregnant with our Izabella. She was wanted, loved, cherished, and our daughter. I had an abortion. Most who know our story are probably thinking, “No you didn’t! Your daughter died.” Our daughter did die, but she died because I had an abortion. That’s the medical term listed on my hospital paperwork…. along with, “elective termination.” Abortion. Elective termination. That’s the medical terms for what happened to me, to us, to our family. We fought for 2 weeks to save our little girls life, but I developed an infection and we were told I could lose my life if we didn’t go through with the induction… the abortion. Our babygirl had a heartbeat. When my doctor started the induction, Izabella was alive and healthy. She suffocated during my 2 hour delivery. My 2 hour abortion. Our decision to save my life, was the same decision that caused our daughters death. Do you know how hard it is to live with that? To know that your child isn’t here because you chose your life over theirs? To know you chose to abort the child you so desperately wanted and loved? Yet, here I am, crushed because of the words used by people. Words like: -vile -disgusting -shameful -disgraceful -MURDERER Me? Women like me who have had to have an abortion because their life depended on it? Women who chose abortion because their baby had deformities/abnormalities? We are being called MURDERERS?! When you say you’re pro-life and you want to take away a woman’s right to choose…. remember my story. Think of me. Think of all the women who have had to make the most excruciating decision of their life; and then, do better, be better.

I was already on the edge of a crisis because of my job. It’s literally impossible and our supervisors have said as much. But I was surviving.Then I messed up. Big time. And it impacts a lot of people. I don’t want to die but I don’t want to live. I hate that I feel this way.And I hate that the job I worked so hard to get has come to this. I feel like a massive failure.

My friend stood me up because they were hanging out with someone else. They later apologized, but it just reinforces that I am not as important to them as they are to me. That’s how it is in all of my relationships. They have a bigger place in my life then I do in theirs, I am an afterthought. I know there are people who love me and people who like me, but I’m the backup person. I’m the second choice. I feel tired and I feel just so very sad.

I’m 4 days away from my college graduation and all I can think about it suicide. I feel like my entire college career and graduation was done for my family. Not for me

my dad divorced my mom when i was in college. never saw it coming, thought our family was solid. found out all about his infidelities after, he kept saying he’d comesee me. it’s been 14 years now. in that time i met and married my husband. my momdied three months after the wedding, my dad didn’t call or reach out. he stopped speaking to his elderly parents, brother, sister and all friends, just gone, didn’tsee his own mom before she died in 2020.now i have a son and i tell him i love him an excessive amount each day. i wonder how i could ever get to a point where i could leave him, and still, after all the anger and therapy and forgiveness and healing… ijustwonder what my dad would think of my life now.

It’s been a week since I lost my best buddy. I know 17 years is a good, long life for a dog, but I just wasn’t ready. It was so sudden. I thought he was fine the day before and then he just wasn’t anymore. I can’t bring myself to pick up any of his things yet. But I keep just going over that day in my mind andwondering about anything I may have missed him telling me. Was it the move we just made? Me being late giving him hismedicine the day before because my dryer broke and I was late getting home? Did the heating pad I turned on for himmake him worse? I know I shouldn’t blame myself, but it’s just so hard when I miss him so much to think I could’ve/should’ve done something different/better. I also feel bad for my other dog. I feel bad that having her heremakes it a little easier to get up and go on. It’s like loving her takes away from how much I loved and miss him. But she doesn’t deserve to be loved any less. Im just heartbroken and I feel like everyone thinks I should be ok by now. But I’m not. And I just don’t know if I ever really will be again.

I PAID FOR 3 ABORTIONS THAT MY GIRLFRIEND AT THE TIME WANTED. IT WAS NOT MY CHOICE. SHE SAID IT WAS HER CHOICE, NOT MINE. IT DID NOT HIT ME UNTIL YEARS LATER WHEN I REALIZED WHAT I JUST THREW AWAY. IT WAS VERY PAINFUL, BUT WHEN YOU ARE A MAN YOU SUFFER IN SILENCE.