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Ok so I'll try to explain everything as best as I can but if there's any questions as best as I can. For context, they broke up a while ago but recently got back together. Anyway she kinda gets on my nerves by that I mean she tries to act like my mom even though she isn't. Also she isn't living with us anymore and has only really been in my life for like a year or two. She moved out like last November, I think? Idk. Ok so me (17), my dad (39), and his girlfriend, N (30 something) went to eat today. We sat down and there was a two people sitting with each other by us ( I have no clue if they're dating or not but that's not really important), one of them was a lady who looked pretty old like at least in her 50's. Anyway as we were eating, I think I saw her look at me so I kinda glanced over and she was. It happened again. Tbh, I don't really know why. I was wearing a crop top and shorts tho so idk plus I have pride bracelets but idk. And I was wearing Doc Martens so maybe that was it anyway. So after they left, I told them that I'm pretty sure the lady was looking at me. Then they said that she probably wasn't and that I need to just kinda calm down and eat my food. ( it was already kinda tense because they kept interrupting me when they know pisses me off. Anyway so I told N that I was eating. And she said, that that wasn't what she meant and it was kinda back and forth a little bit but it wasn't too bad until I got kinda overwhelmed and like under my breath said 'F*ck off' which I guess was kinda directed at N and she went all 'I understand that your upset but you do not curse at me' and I said that 'I didn't' (which I guess was kind of a lie but I didn't actually mean to cuss at her I guess I feel bad but it isn't like I was intentionally cursing at her for no reason) anyway so she said something else that I can't remember and then I said 'You're not my parent so stop acting like it' which probably hurt her feelings but at this point I'm sick of her acting like my mom which if y'all need more examples I can tell you. I don't really remember what happened after.
edit cuz of character limit - Anyway so me and her didn't really finish eating. So when my dad finished we left and went home so didn't talk to them and vise versa a little bit after we got home my dad came into my room and told me that I needed to give him my phone (which is fair like I'm pissed as hell about it.) and he'll let me know when I can get it back but the point this post is about is that he said I couldn't get my septum pierced tomorrow and the whole piercing is gonna be on hold for awhile (don't know how long) but he knows how much I've been wanting this. like I've been asking for months and have been talking about it like a shit ton ever since he said I could get it this weekend and have been looking forward to it so much I that I can't actually explain it. There was more but it isn't super important. I told him that I didn't mean to say f*ck off to her and I'm sorry I did. We haven't actually talk - talked about the situation like all three of us but we will tomorrow. Anyway a bit after that me and him kinda talked but it wax mostly centered around my mental health, and how he knows I'm not okay and yet he's mad at me but then he said he wasn't mad at me but at the situation idk also I forgot to add that it's only my phone that I'm grounded from aside from the piercing like I can still watch tv and get on my tablet but I still think the piercing is a bit much considering I've been technically planning my entire summer surrounding the piercing and it's healing time Anyway I think I explained it well enough but again if there's a question about something I'll try to answer so am I the asshole for thinking the punishment is unfair JUST TO CLARIFY I'M NOT ASKING IF I'M THE ASSHOLE FOR WHAT I SAID TO N BUT FOR THE PUNISHMENT THING BECAUSE I KNOW PEOPLE WILL IGNORE THE ACTUAL QUESTION

I have a little dillemma;
I'm fairly young (18) and I have little experience in the dating world. (I said little. I have had 2 girlfriends in my time.) I'm introverted by nature (I always have been) and I'm a little socially awkward but generally I can have a good one on one conversation with someone and I'm pretty good looking. I'd say at least above average.
I'm not in a particularly good positon to go out and meet people at the moment considering that living in the rural midwest is kinda boring. I don't have many friends or a consistent social circle. (I don't really mind having two friends, but women for some reason like guys who have a prominent social circle.)
So as a result of this I took to the dating apps because that seems like my best option at the moment. But whenever I use the apps I get barely any matches at all. But that's not even what's bothering me the most. (compared to what I'm about to tell you it is a marginal issue because it doesn't surprise me)
My main problem is this endless swiping, and reading bios of women's profiles just to have nearly all of them blend into one another. Almost nobody sticks out, and the ones that do stick out to me are very unlikely to notice me to begin with.
But the main issue is that most women don't stick out at all. They all like the same crappy rap and pop music I hate listening to. Alot of them think owning a cat or dog makes them special (it doesn't. 66% of the American population owns a household pet.) Not only that but they all dress very similarly and have similar phrases in their bios. (I can't even give an example, that's how forgettable they are.)
These dating apps are designed for the benefit of women rather than men. It's like they an just swipe on any random guy and instantly get them without even having to put effort in. (Hence the boring, recycled profile backgrounds)
I'm not saying mine is much better either, I'm sure my profile looks the same as a lot of other guys out there, and that is probably why I fly under the radar like most young men my age. I don't exactly impress women I'm a fairly run of the mill average guy. But these women aren't impressing me either. I swipe right on a huge majority of profiles even if they have marginal differences to one another. I do think nearly everyone deserves a fair chance, maybe these girls could be fun to hang around with, you never know. But once again, I'm not exactly impressed with most of their underwhelming choices of words.
People lack enthusiasm in their profiles. They're all cryptic and vague, without any information on how they act being displayed what so ever. I get you have so little space to get the point across of who you are in a couple sentences and that it takes a more intimate face to face conversation to exchange more vital information on one's values, personality, and experiences but I'm not exactly getting to make any progress.
I know I'm young and have alot of time to figure this stuff out. Also being 18 is the worst age to date because I'm still too immature for most women older than 19. But I'm still uneasy about what's to come in the future considering I have bad anxiety and have difficulties approaching people. (Which will be solved with time and experience. But I need to start soon if I'm going to make any progress and dating apps aren't exactly making it easier.)
I'd join a club but I'm unemployed and have no car. (Soon to change, I have an interview coming up in the next couple weeks. I'm confident I'll get the job because I'm prepared to give them a ton of good reasons why I need the job.)
Idk. If I could have some words of wisdom from you older folks or just someone to reassure me that I should keep going my own way for now and not sweat it so much. I'm a bit lonely and I need a little bit of humanity to cheer me up.

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It’s been about 8 months since I was the idiot who ended things. I had let so much animosity and resentment build from not communicating clearly come and eat my heart out of my chest. She was devastated, she wanted to go to couples counseling and work on it and I said no. I was so angry I let the best thing in my life go.
I want to tell her I still love her, even if she’s moved on. I need to let her know that I was a fool for letting her go, even if she doesn’t take me back or accept it. It will always be my biggest regret.
I think I just need to say it. Letter, phone call, even by email. I threw away 5 years for me being unhappy in the moment.
I’m making this post really just wanting to know: am I stupid for wanting that? She doesn’t owe me anything. But god, I want her to know she’s literally all I can think about even after all this time.

Okay so, i dont think im a bad shape. I have a nice figure but im going to the beach & my stomach isnt flat, but its near flat. I have like a tiny cute kangaroo pouch that jiggles a little. Im a nice size so i dont think it should be hard for me to lose weight. Im eating right, & i just wanna know what workouts/routines i should do to burn it fast. Its mainly the fact that my torso looks so small & i want it lifted :(

My ex and I planned on him coming over tonight so we could go bowling and have seggy time after. He is an alcoholic and recently got a PI. he had a sit down with his dad a few days ago and has been going to AA meetings. We planned on him coming over after his meeting ended at 9. He doesn’t get on the road until 10:30 I live 40 minutes away. I call a couple times see if he’s still coming and he stops at his house to get clothes a Mexican restaurant to get me a surprise and a gas station. He is rambling, talking shit about drivers around him and i can barely understand what he’s saying. I ask if he’s okay and if he’s had anything to drink he says no but he stopped to get coronitas (small ones) on the way over. I asked why and he said he can have a couple drinks he just won’t get drunk cuz they’re small. I told him that’s not how being an alcoholic works. I cannot condone this behavior and tell him it’s best to not come over. He starts getting super mad at me and telling me I wasted his time and saying i always make it hard for us to hang out. He swears up and down he’s sober. I can’t prove he isn’t but something (other than his belligerent behavior) is telling me this is not a good idea. He leaves an awful voicemail telling me to go fuck myself and how dumb I am. Again I couldn’t prove he wasn’t sober but I also was not gonna allow him to think it’s okay to but beers after going to an AA meeting. I feel bad but I’m almost certain I would have felt worse if he would have come over.

(Tags: Angel, Tarzan & Jane, Romance, Slice of Life, Fantasy, Iceland)
41/m, I write as many paragraphs/lines as I feel are needed. Dialogue can be a paragraph or less, scene setting can be five or more. It doesn’t matter a lot to me so long as you’re interested and invested in what we do. If you’re not, say something and we’ll change it up.
I’m on UTC-5, or Central Time, US. I work night audits right now, so I’ll have a lot of downtime. Available times are between 5pm to 10:30pm, then 7:30am-10am Sunday-Thursday. If you’re up late, or work nights, I can always post during work.
I’d like to see your posting frequency to be at least once every other day, though if you’re making huge posts where you take your time, a couple a week is fine. Or several a day! I can post at least 3-4 times daily, depending.
I am chill about this. How good your writing is isn’t that important to me, though I’d love a sample. I write as best I can because I love writing. I just ask you speak to me if there’s a concern, rather than just run and block. I can adjust, but I would rather solve a problem than cut someone out of my life.
Here’s the first image I had of the setting:
Iceland. Perspective suspended in the air over the sea, facing the top of a cliff with a jagged fissure in it, just a few hours before sunset.
"The sun is a starburst of tarnished brass, too old to be gold, too soon to be scarlet, suspended just above the edge. The scattered grasses than lean off the ledge are emerald and look warm to the touch, but just slightly. The air holds the breath of winter within it—the sharp points within a velvet pincushion.
The maw of the cleft is dark. Aged fingers of sunlight reach within, feeding the nesting birds the warmth of its final hours. Flits of feathers echo amidst song shared and repeated by rocks and gulls.
Move down, and the schism narrows, too tight for sunny fingers to squeeze through. Bird calls can still be heard, but now also the ocean that breaks against the rock. The curve and tooth of moss and stone twist the crash into new sounds, hollow and whispering of what else the dark hides.
The cliff itself grows in your periphery; the color of coffee met with cream. It is faceted like the edge of some primitive blade, so that it does not crumble to sand when struck, but cleaves into knives and needles. The surface is a sea of waves in desert hues, each crest a razor to the palm.
Down further now, nearing the tide that grows louder, the gap of black only as wide as your arms outstretched. There are no birds now, but if your eyes adjust, bundles of bats can just be seen, shuddering and stretching as they rouse to fly with the evening stars.
Down, and down, narrower and narrower, louder and louder, until a short tunnel forms, large enough for four men to stand abreast, with four more on their shoulders.
At the end of this short journey, within the cacophony of a hundred waves breaking a hundred shores, there is the very top another tunnel, which would surely be revealed at lowest tide.
A shimmer of golden torchlight dances there like a hearth fire, brighter and warmer than the remains of the sun.”
Can you see it?
Wonderful.
My character has no name, but is called “Aesir” after Norse tradition. He is a man that is not a man, with silver eyes, hair long and black and wild, fair skin and dark furs that cover it. Wings blacker than his hair appear as needed, ethereal, each feather that of a peacock, yet where fake eyes would be, real eyes watch, prismatic and shining in judgement of good or evil.
He does not know how to speak, but can share feelings and visions to convey his intent, in a way he has done with few others.
His purpose is to protect the locals from evil airs and spirits. The people rarely catch sight of him, but are grateful for his work; they place charms to invite his protection: of a pair of raven feathers with two rainbow eyes painted on the wide ends, strung together to the striker of a silver bell, that when the wind blows, the chime rings out to him.
Possible stories we could write together:
A woman—your creation—crashes her ship at the cleft in the rock, needing rescue or saving herself, suddenly standing before him in his cave.
A resident of a local village seeks him out, in search of his help or in gratitude. Perhaps she is declared evil unjustly, perhaps she simply needs to meet him herself.
An arranged companion, selected from the community, to help him in his work protecting the local villages.
In all cases, he will show himself to you, because you are different, in a way you define.
If you would like to make the one that meets my angel, let me know.
Thank you for your time.
-lex

(Tags: Angel, Tarzan & Jane, Romance, Slice of Life, Fantasy, Iceland)
41/m, I write as many paragraphs/lines as I feel are needed. Dialogue can be a paragraph or less, scene setting can be five or more. It doesn’t matter a lot to me so long as you’re interested and invested in what we do. If you’re not, say something and we’ll change it up.
I’m on UTC-5, or Central Time, US. I work night audits right now, so I’ll have a lot of downtime. Available times are between 5pm to 10:30pm, then 7:30am-10am Sunday-Thursday. If you’re up late, or work nights, I can always post during work.
I’d like to see your posting frequency to be at least once every other day, though if you’re making huge posts where you take your time, a couple a week is fine. Or several a day! I can post at least 3-4 times daily, depending.
I am chill about this. How good your writing is isn’t that important to me, though I’d love a sample. I write as best I can because I love writing. I just ask you speak to me if there’s a concern, rather than just run and block. I can adjust, but I would rather solve a problem than cut someone out of my life.
Here’s the first image I had of the setting:
Iceland. Perspective suspended in the air over the sea, facing the top of a cliff with a jagged fissure in it, just a few hours before sunset.
"The sun is a starburst of tarnished brass, too old to be gold, too soon to be scarlet, suspended just above the edge. The scattered grasses than lean off the ledge are emerald and look warm to the touch, but just slightly. The air holds the breath of winter within it—the sharp points within a velvet pincushion.
The maw of the cleft is dark. Aged fingers of sunlight reach within, feeding the nesting birds the warmth of its final hours. Flits of feathers echo amidst song shared and repeated by rocks and gulls.
Move down, and the schism narrows, too tight for sunny fingers to squeeze through. Bird calls can still be heard, but now also the ocean that breaks against the rock. The curve and tooth of moss and stone twist the crash into new sounds, hollow and whispering of what else the dark hides.
The cliff itself grows in your periphery; the color of coffee met with cream. It is faceted like the edge of some primitive blade, so that it does not crumble to sand when struck, but cleaves into knives and needles. The surface is a sea of waves in desert hues, each crest a razor to the palm.
Down further now, nearing the tide that grows louder, the gap of black only as wide as your arms outstretched. There are no birds now, but if your eyes adjust, bundles of bats can just be seen, shuddering and stretching as they rouse to fly with the evening stars.
Down, and down, narrower and narrower, louder and louder, until a short tunnel forms, large enough for four men to stand abreast, with four more on their shoulders.
At the end of this short journey, within the cacophony of a hundred waves breaking a hundred shores, there is the very top another tunnel, which would surely be revealed at lowest tide.
A shimmer of golden torchlight dances there like a hearth fire, brighter and warmer than the remains of the sun.”
Can you see it?
Wonderful.
My character has no name, but is called “Aesir” after Norse tradition. He is a man that is not a man, with silver eyes, hair long and black and wild, fair skin and dark furs that cover it. Wings blacker than his hair appear as needed, ethereal, each feather that of a peacock, yet where fake eyes would be, real eyes watch, prismatic and shining in judgement of good or evil.
He does not know how to speak, but can share feelings and visions to convey his intent, in a way he has done with few others.
His purpose is to protect the locals from evil airs and spirits. The people rarely catch sight of him, but are grateful for his work; they place charms to invite his protection: of a pair of raven feathers with two rainbow eyes painted on the wide ends, strung together to the striker of a silver bell, that when the wind blows, the chime rings out to him.
Possible stories we could write together:
A woman—your creation—crashes her ship at the cleft in the rock, needing rescue or saving herself, suddenly standing before him in his cave.
A resident of a local village seeks him out, in search of his help or in gratitude. Perhaps she is declared evil unjustly, perhaps she simply needs to meet him herself.
An arranged companion, selected from the community, to help him in his work protecting the local villages.
In all cases, he will show himself to you, because you are different, in a way you define.
If you would like to make the one that meets my angel, let me know.
Thank you for your time.
-lex

(Tags: Angel, Tarzan & Jane, Romance, Slice of Life, Fantasy, Iceland)
41/m, I write as many paragraphs/lines as I feel are needed. Dialogue can be a paragraph or less, scene setting can be five or more. It doesn’t matter a lot to me so long as you’re interested and invested in what we do. If you’re not, say something and we’ll change it up.
I’m on UTC-5, or Central Time, US. I work night audits right now, so I’ll have a lot of downtime. Available times are between 5pm to 10:30pm, then 7:30am-10am Sunday-Thursday. If you’re up late, or work nights, I can always post during work.
I’d like to see your posting frequency to be at least once every other day, though if you’re making huge posts where you take your time, a couple a week is fine. Or several a day! I can post at least 3-4 times daily, depending.
I am chill about this. How good your writing is isn’t that important to me, though I’d love a sample. I write as best I can because I love writing. I just ask you speak to me if there’s a concern, rather than just run and block. I can adjust, but I would rather solve a problem than cut someone out of my life.
Here’s the first image I had of the setting:
Iceland. Perspective suspended in the air over the sea, facing the top of a cliff with a jagged fissure in it, just a few hours before sunset.
"The sun is a starburst of tarnished brass, too old to be gold, too soon to be scarlet, suspended just above the edge. The scattered grasses than lean off the ledge are emerald and look warm to the touch, but just slightly. The air holds the breath of winter within it—the sharp points within a velvet pincushion.
The maw of the cleft is dark. Aged fingers of sunlight reach within, feeding the nesting birds the warmth of its final hours. Flits of feathers echo amidst song shared and repeated by rocks and gulls.
Move down, and the schism narrows, too tight for sunny fingers to squeeze through. Bird calls can still be heard, but now also the ocean that breaks against the rock. The curve and tooth of moss and stone twist the crash into new sounds, hollow and whispering of what else the dark hides.
The cliff itself grows in your periphery; the color of coffee met with cream. It is faceted like the edge of some primitive blade, so that it does not crumble to sand when struck, but cleaves into knives and needles. The surface is a sea of waves in desert hues, each crest a razor to the palm.
Down further now, nearing the tide that grows louder, the gap of black only as wide as your arms outstretched. There are no birds now, but if your eyes adjust, bundles of bats can just be seen, shuddering and stretching as they rouse to fly with the evening stars.
Down, and down, narrower and narrower, louder and louder, until a short tunnel forms, large enough for four men to stand abreast, with four more on their shoulders.
At the end of this short journey, within the cacophony of a hundred waves breaking a hundred shores, there is the very top another tunnel, which would surely be revealed at lowest tide.
A shimmer of golden torchlight dances there like a hearth fire, brighter and warmer than the remains of the sun.”
Can you see it?
Wonderful.
My character has no name, but is called “Aesir” after Norse tradition. He is a man that is not a man, with silver eyes, hair long and black and wild, fair skin and dark furs that cover it. Wings blacker than his hair appear as needed, ethereal, each feather that of a peacock, yet where fake eyes would be, real eyes watch, prismatic and shining in judgement of good or evil.
He does not know how to speak, but can share feelings and visions to convey his intent, in a way he has done with few others.
His purpose is to protect the locals from evil airs and spirits. The people rarely catch sight of him, but are grateful for his work; they place charms to invite his protection: of a pair of raven feathers with two rainbow eyes painted on the wide ends, strung together to the striker of a silver bell, that when the wind blows, the chime rings out to him.
Possible stories we could write together:
A woman—your creation—crashes her ship at the cleft in the rock, needing rescue or saving herself, suddenly standing before him in his cave.
A resident of a local village seeks him out, in search of his help or in gratitude. Perhaps she is declared evil unjustly, perhaps she simply needs to meet him herself.
An arranged companion, selected from the community, to help him in his work protecting the local villages.
In all cases, he will show himself to you, because you are different, in a way you define.
If you would like to make the one that meets my angel, let me know.
Thank you for your time.
-lex

I'm writing this rant while sitting in an auto in fact, that's how much the situation pisses me off. We really need to boycott these guys. Man was asking me 400 for Majestic to my place (around 8 km).
400!!!
Uber said 150 which I was more than ready to pay (cash), but the dude wouldn't even come to the pick up point. Instead made me walk a bunch and canceled the ride because I couldn't find him. The dude who's taking me home now is charging me 250. I caved because I couldn't waste anymore time looking for an auto charging anywhere near the right price.
This is the issue they put us in a helpless position. We have to do something, maybe more yulus or rapido and whatnot. But the autos have to go.

I’ve worked at said restaurant for (about to be) 5 years. Started as a host, then became a server, then became a bartender.
There is a lot of drama constantly, which, for the most part, is easy to ignore.
Management tends to suck, but they try. Higher ups don’t give any guidance or help and it trickles down all the way through the business.
I work 6 days a week currently (and have done so for the past two/three years. Used to have two days off.) I don’t mind it. I don’t work long shifts and if I ever need a day off the request is always approved. I can take many tables at once and bartend at the same time and very rarely, if ever, do I get overwhelmed. I make decent money. I’m happy with what I bring in every week and never feel like I need to worry about bills being paid or going negative. My coworkers are decent people, but I find myself getting irritated with how they act. I always feel as though I am doing more for them and they do nothing for me. I show up on time or early, they show up late.
I always make sure the person I’m relieving gets to leave on time, (or close to) whether that means they transfer their tables to me or I help them by getting their trash etc while they get their drawer counted.
When it comes my time to go I find my relief always shows up anywhere between 10-45 minutes late and on some occasions it can hit an hour! If this was a here or there thing, I wouldn’t care. Things happen. But I work 5 mornings and 1 night so I always have to wait for a relief on my mornings and this happens every single day. I can’t remember the last time a coworker has shown up on time. Truly. It’s been at least 4 months. I find this incredibly frustrating as I know I’m just being taken advantage of and am always being told “sorry, you! Thanks for always being so nice/cool about it! You’re the best!”
I’ve brought this up to management and was treated as though I was whining about it and that it wasn’t a big deal. After that I found it hard to trust management, (especially after hearing from two or three of my coworkers that said management mentioned I was complaining about getting stuck at work an extra half hour to an hour every day.)
Also, to top it off, we’ve had managers come and go recently and I have been offered the manager job at a sister store (that is not worth the drive and the store is in disarray) I have brought up multiple times that I wouldn’t mind the pay cut and would be willing to do the work at our current store and now have been told twice that I could take the sister location job instead. I was given three different reasons why I wasn’t being considered for this job at this store.
1). (And two combined) I don’t have management experience and we’re not hiring from within anymore. (I was told from our general manager this and the second our district manager) Three weeks later they hire someone from within our store with no manager experience. I bring this up and that brings reason number 3). I am too friendly to the staff…. Too friendly? For a hospitality manager? I have never had issues telling my coworkers what needs to get done. They don’t show backlash and they listen. The only issues is coworkers taking advantage of my time and managers showing little to no interest in anything I have to say (I swear over the years it’s become personal) I never ask off work. Maybe once every two months. I don’t complain. I joke around and have no beef. I don’t see where the issues arise from and why they are happening. Especially with how much time and effort I’ve put into this company to move up, only to be told now that we don’t move up in the company anymore. I know it’s not my performance, they have gone on many occasions telling me I would be great for our company and that I should be a manager (slap in the face much?) I even won bartender of the year and the company shared my photo across all our stores in the region. I guess it’s possible they don’t want to lost my 45 hours a week as a bartender, but there is absolutely no communication in our management. All my department managers keep saying to me “I don’t know why you haven’t gotten the job yet” don’t know if they’re hiding something from me or not.
Bring all of this into now:
My ex coworker from this same restaurant job offered me a job at the office she works for. It’s less than I’d be making now, but I’d get benefits and two days off a week. Either Mon-Fri or alternating days with possibility for an extra day off every two weeks. Paid vacation sick leave the whole works. She has worked her way up this company and makes triple what I’m making currently. She encourages me that I can easily move up through this new place and that they give raises every six months. (Current job: forgot to mention I never once received a raise only to find out everyone around me had because they complained. I was new to the working world and didn’t know you had to beg for and or give ultimatums for them. Which I had to do to move from host to server.) and if I ever had trouble moving up she said she’d help. She always helps with hiring and has a lot of power in her position.
Should I take this new job that comes with many new opportunities? I’m simply scared because I’d have to start all over and I’d be taking a $5,000-$8,000 dollar pay cut a year. Also it’s a 45-50 minute commute instead of 15.
Thoughts? Questions? Advice? I’m willing to hear anything.

I (21F) have been struggling with a binge eating disorder since I was a teenager, but I was only recently diagnosed. Because of the stress of college classes and the competitive nature of my major, amongst other things, my binge eating has gotten way out of hand and I’ve gained a ton of weight as a result.
I’ve been on the path to get back to a healthier version of myself for the past 6 months or so. I even starting meeting with a dietitian. But every time I talk with her, it triggers a ton of emotions for me as she mainly wants to focus on my eating disorder and how I’m handling it. This last time I saw her, I didn’t binge! I really wanted to, but I fought that urge and tried my best to acknowledge the emotions behind it! However, it only seemed to prolong the triggered feeling rather than me getting over it. If I binge, then the emotions feel validated or taken care of. But if I acknowledge them and try to take care of them without food, they linger and build up?
I know I need therapy, but everywhere has a waitlist of 2-4 months. And I just binged after fighting a binge for the past week and a half. Has anyone ever dealt with this or know of any tools that might be able to help? I’ve already identified a ton of triggers, am trying to give myself a little bit of grace, and am trying to avoid that all or nothing mentality (like if I eat some French fries at 1 meal, I might as well eat unhealthy for the entire day bc I already messed it up).
And what about goals? What types of goals are typically triggers? Would I be able to achieve any of my health goals without triggering a binge?

So I 25m met this girl 21f who some friends introduced, and tried my best to get to know her better. She's shy from what people say.
I asked her to go visit a college we both are interested in the course, she excitedly accepted. In the day we both went there and then we ended up spending the rest of the day talking until I recommended a place for us to eat (she decided to pay for it since I couldn't get the cash at the time, I would pay our next outing). Despite sometimes she using her phone, it was a good time and the conversation was flowing. By the end we set another date to hangout next weekend.
But here are the problems:
*She never initiates texting or makes questions (but does always reply);
*Seems to accept anything I suggest, but she won't help or seem interested to actually plan it;
*Seems uninterested sometimes when I talk to her but also never really avoids me;
*She apparently forgot the 2nd date when I texted the day before and didn't seem interested to plan another one.
I may be biased in my position, but from the conversations we had and from what I knew from her acquaintances, we really do have a lot of things in common. Heck, I wasn't even asking for a relationship, just having someone like her as a friend (nothing physical) would be awesome.
Contemplating maybe asking her for a clear date when we meet in person again (texting at this point would feel very awkward for me). Then I can just pay for that dinner and clear my mind if she refuses.

I've been dealing with varying degrees of abdominal pain and discomfort for a couple of weeks now.
For context, I'm autistic and one of the sensory issues I struggle with sometimes is related to skin touching skin (ex: my stomach rolls touching when I'm sitting, my under boob touching my chest when I'm not wearing a bra), and so I thought at first I was just dealing with a flare up of hyper awareness of my stomach rolls and was maybe sucking my stomach in too much, causing the discomfort and tension. I thought if I could just focus on breathing out and relaxing, it would go away.
But it's been going on for far too long, not getting better no matter what I do, and I've noticed some other things. It's not just discomfort, it's a near constant burning gnawing pain, almost like hunger pain. It gets worse when I sit, especially when I'm driving (which has made doing anything outside of the house these past two weeks just SO much fun 🙃). I feel empty, because I'm not eating much because eating makes it more uncomfortable, but I also feel inexplicably full/bloated at the same time. Occasionally I'll get a brief sharp pain in my lower abdomen on my waist line, but those are infrequent. The middle abdominal pain, the burning, the tension...I feel that pretty much all the time now, especially for the last couple of days.
My bowel movements are somewhat irregular, but they are still happening so I don't think I'm constipated? I thought it could be a build up of gas, so I've taken some Gas-X a few times and noticed no change.
I've set up an appointment with my primary physician, but barring any cancellations, the soonest they can see me is the 20th of next month. I'm considering going to my local urgent care tomorrow to see what they can find out, but I'm worried I'm overreacting. One of my biggest fears, silly as I know it to be, is that my doctors are silently judging me, like I could have dealt with this on my own at home.
So idk...what do y'all think? Does it sound serious enough to see a doctor ASAP? Honestly, I'm miserable LOL

I (NB/19) met my gf (F/19), and we hit it off well. The past year has been the best, I really love this girl a lot. Recently however, we’ve been dealing with some complicated stuff and idk what to do or how to manage things. She comes from a foster families, and she’s been abused when she was younger, obviously not an easy life. We met and she was still in a group home, but she had to leave once she turned 18 and had to live in one of those apartments for people in her situation. She had gotten a ton of money from the passing of her father when she was 4, and unfortunately more from her mother who died recently too. She essentially just quit her job, and hasn’t been to school even since she was at the group home at 15 (note that she was working once she stopped high school). I’ve tried my best to motivate her to get a job, but she still never did. I actually managed for her to go to school, but she stopped going after one semester. So basically she just doesn’t do anything but live off her money (obviously now it’s gone down considerably since there isn’t any income). Recently, she told me about how she would want to move out of the apartments, because she’s done dealing with social workers and wants to do her own thing. Understandable, over 20 foster families and a ton of social workers in 19 years must be hell. She wants to move far away, in a small isolated town 8h away from where we live, mainly to be close to her sister and their foster family. She likes it over there, and she loves me so she asked me if I wanted to move over there. I visited the place a few times, and I don’t like it there, if I were to live there I’d be miserable, and I have my family here too I can’t just leave them behind. And I still need to finish my studies and go into work that I’m studying on. She was upset, but after talking it out constantly, she understood, but still brings it up passive aggressively at times. She’s also depressed at home, she doesn’t do anything and kinda just lays around all day and smokes weed. Her place will just constantly be a mess and she won’t cook. When I’m there, I’ll cook and clean. I really only do cuz I love her and she pays for a lot of things when I can’t (I’m in college full time so I am always poor, but I still try to support financially when I can), so it’s kinda equal things yk? Earlier she texted me that she didn’t eat all day and she’s hungry. I’m at my house and it’s midnight and work in the morning, so I can’t really do much. She has hello fresh and is able to cook. Problem is is that the place is kinda dirty, you gotta clean dishes and surroundings to get started. She said that she feels bad about me doing everything when I’m around, and I agreed I do kinda wish she cleaned a little bit, it is her place after all, but still just doesn’t wanna clean. I tell her honestly like listen, you can take the easy was out and order Uber again like all the time, or you can try to clean and cook (it’s pasta, hard to mess up, she’s cooked before but she doesn’t like to do it) cuz or else you’ll just feel bad again and nothing changes. I’ll admit it may have sounded a bit harsh, but being brutally honest is the best, and that’s how I was raised. I’ve been pretty lax, but I feel like it’s about time I get more real yk? Listen, I love this girl a lot and she does too. I’ve changed her life for the better she’s never been happier. I’ve been really patient with her mental problems and I’ve tried my best to help her out the best I can. Even when she’s angry and manipulative at times due to trauma, I still stay cuz I don’t want to give up on her like everyone else did in her life. I just wanna know what I can do. I wanna keep her cuz she makes me genuinely happy, I wanna help her the best I can.

Has anyone ever felt a mild dull pain in their chest when swallowing (for me it's on my left side, near the sternum and sometimes right in the middle)? I've been having this symptom since a month ago. It hurts more when eating solid food but liquid has not much of an effect on it. I went for an endoscopy a week ago and it came out clean - no ulceration/lesions whatsoever but a mild gastritis. My doc prescribed me a sample of esomeprazole (nexium) to try for a week to see if there's any improvements. The pain did subside a bit during the period that I took them. But back to square one when I ran out of nexium tablets. I have a follow-up next tuesday. But I needed to know if anyone has ever gone through this? How did it heal or how do you cope with it; what could be causing it - could it be acid reflux? I would very much appreciate it if someone could give me some advice on this?

About 4 days ago now I brought my cat Irys in my room for the night and she wouldn’t leave near the door further into the room. She’s gotten a little bit better and will go lay on my weight bench to sleep now but now she’s scared of my bed she used to sleep with me every night now she won’t get on it at all. I’ve put her on it multiple times petting her trying to show her nothing changed and there isn’t anything there. But she’ll stay for a second or two after sniffing shell dart full speed off the bed. I really miss her sleeping with me at night and she hasn’t been the same since the other night. Literally nothing in my room has changed I haven’t moved anything, gotten anything new, etc. I’d leave my door cracked during the day and she’d come in and out a lot to eat and use the litter box but since then she never comes in anymore until I bring her in for the night

This happened several months ago, but it’s still weighing on me and I need some more opinions. Hang tight, this explanation is going to be a bit lengthy.
I (19M) was with my ex-girlfriend (22F) for almost three years. We’ll call her Jess. At the time of our breakup, I was 18 and she was 21. That means- you guessed it- we started dating when I was 15 and she was 18. That’s a problem in itself, but I’ll get to that later.
Jess and I met the summer before she went to college, and I clicked with her pretty quickly. I developed a crush on her but I figured nothing would happen because of our age difference. Eventually, however, I couldn’t hold it in anymore and I told her my feelings. She told me that she reciprocated them, but because of our age difference and because she was going to college, she didn’t want to pursue anything. I accepted this, and we continued being friends. However, near the end of the summer, Jess and I and our other friend, we’ll call him Hank, had a sleepover. We were watching movies all night and Hank fell asleep pretty quickly. Jess and I were cuddled up next to each other and she randomly asked me if I wanted to kiss her. I said yes, but I moved away from her physically. She had made it clear that nothing was going to happen, and I wanted to respect that. Before I could process what was happening, Jess pinned me down and kissed me. I tried to push her off but I couldn’t, she was too strong. When she finally let up, she said she felt horrible, and “wasn’t in control of her body” at that moment. I said it was fine, but we didn’t talk for the rest of the night after that.
The next day, Jess and I talked. I told her I was confused because of the boundaries we had established, and I told her that consent was very important to me. She agreed and apologized. Things were tense, but I forgave her, and off she went to college. We continued talking, and Jess told me flat out that she didn’t want a relationship with me. Again, I respected it. I went to visit her in college, but once again, she kissed me without consent. I was so confused. We talked more and I again forgave her. The more we talked, the more I wanted to be with her. Then, one day when we she was home in October, we were making out on my bed and she asked me to be her boyfriend. I happily agreed.
I hate to admit it, but I spent most of that relationship pretending to be happy. She could be a miserable person to be around, not to mention that she was older and had so much more experience than I did- this was my first real relationship. Throughout the time we were together, Jess was a bit insufferable. She wanted to call and FaceTime me 3-5 times a day, when she knew I was busy AND had phone anxiety. She would get upset when I didn’t want to. I felt like I had to constantly be in my phone to respond to her and answer her, and I felt like I could never hang out with my friends or catch a break. Not to mention that she basically refused to hang out with my family and would get upset when they wanted to spend time with us. She heightened my anxiety immensely. Also, Jess had a lot of mental health problems, but didn’t try to get much help. She’d go to a therapist occasionally, try meds but go off them. I basically became her therapist when I had my own issues going on that I needed support for. The summer before we broke up, I was in the worst depressive episode of my life and she didn’t even notice.
All that aside, I was going through something else as well. I had began to realize I was gay. I had always identified as bisexual, and I am a trans man as well. It’s not uncommon for trans people who go on hormones to have a shift in sexuality, and that’s what I think happened to me. I tried for months to let her down easy with this, but anytime I would remotely mention or hint at it, she shut down the conversation immediately. Eventually I got to the point where I convinced myself it would be easier to stay with her than break up with her. She basically made me get her a promise ring as well.
Then I got to college. Long story short, I broke up with her because I just realized how utterly miserable I was and I fully accepted my sexuality and identity as a gay trans man. The breakup was ugly. It lasted days because she kept talking me out of it. I eventually put my foot down and did it when she was visiting me one weekend. First she kissed me when I asked her not to, claiming that she didn’t know what else to do to get me to stay. Then she was crying, threatening to hurt herself, the usual. Her family told me they were praying for me. She went through an awful time and I felt horrible, but what was even worse, I felt instantly relieved.
I got with my now boyfriend fairly soon after the breakup. I knew it looked bad, but I never cheated on her. Right person right time thing. After the breakup, which I truly only broke up with her because I was gay, I started to realize that the relationship wasn’t great and the age gap was bad. I was a child for the majority of the relationship and she was an adult the entire time. She reached out to me with questions of clarification and I communicated this to her in a phone call, in a way that I felt was as mature as I could. Hence another breakdown, her family cutting me off, etc. I realize this all must feel very sudden for her, and I felt awful about it, but I could not be in that place mentally any more. Since then, I have had the best year of growth for my life yet.
I recently reached out and messaged her, just to say that I hope she’s doing well, and I apologized for the hurt I caused during our breakup. She seemed receptive to the apology, but definitely is being more independent and doesn’t want to pursue being friends again (which I am totally fine with, and honestly, I think is good for both of us).
I’m very happy and content with my life now, and absolutely thrilled to be with my boyfriend in my new relationship. However, after years of being with Jess, it’s been hard for me to shake the guilt. It’s been about 9 months and I still feel bad. I know it might sound dramatic, but I seriously feel like I have PTSD from this relationship. Did I do the right thing? Was there anything I should have done differently or anything I should apologize to her for? I feel like I shouldn’t label myself as a victim, but I don’t know. Sorry for how long this is, and thanks if you read it all.

TW: underage relationships, non consensual activity, mental health issues
This happened several months ago, but it’s still weighing on me and I need some more opinions. Hang tight, this explanation is going to be a bit lengthy.
I (19M) was with my ex-girlfriend (22F) for almost three years. We’ll call her Jess. At the time of our breakup, I was 18 and she was 21. That means- you guessed it- we started dating when I was 15 and she was 18. That’s a problem in itself, but I’ll get to that later.
Jess and I met the summer before she went to college, and I clicked with her pretty quickly. I developed a crush on her but I figured nothing would happen because of our age difference. Eventually, however, I couldn’t hold it in anymore and I told her my feelings. She told me that she reciprocated them, but because of our age difference and because she was going to college, she didn’t want to pursue anything. I accepted this, and we continued being friends. However, near the end of the summer, Jess and I and our other friend, we’ll call him Hank, had a sleepover. We were watching movies all night and Hank fell asleep pretty quickly. Jess and I were cuddled up next to each other and she randomly asked me if I wanted to kiss her. I said yes, but I moved away from her physically. She had made it clear that nothing was going to happen, and I wanted to respect that. Before I could process what was happening, Jess pinned me down and kissed me. I tried to push her off but I couldn’t, she was too strong. When she finally let up, she said she felt horrible, and “wasn’t in control of her body” at that moment. I said it was fine, but we didn’t talk for the rest of the night after that.
The next day, Jess and I talked. I told her I was confused because of the boundaries we had established, and I told her that consent was very important to me. She agreed and apologized. Things were tense, but I forgave her, and off she went to college. We continued talking, and Jess told me flat out that she didn’t want a relationship with me. Again, I respected it. I went to visit her in college, but once again, she kissed me without consent. I was so confused. We talked more and I again forgave her. The more we talked, the more I wanted to be with her. Then, one day when we she was home in October, we were making out on my bed and she asked me to be her boyfriend. I happily agreed.
I hate to admit it, but I spent most of that relationship pretending to be happy. She could be a miserable person to be around, not to mention that she was older and had so much more experience than I did- this was my first real relationship. Throughout the time we were together, Jess was a bit insufferable. She wanted to call and FaceTime me 3-5 times a day, when she knew I was busy AND had phone anxiety. She would get upset when I didn’t want to. I felt like I had to constantly be in my phone to respond to her and answer her, and I felt like I could never hang out with my friends or catch a break. Not to mention that she basically refused to hang out with my family and would get upset when they wanted to spend time with us. She heightened my anxiety immensely. Also, Jess had a lot of mental health problems, but didn’t try to get much help. She’d go to a therapist occasionally, try meds but go off them. I basically became her therapist when I had my own issues going on that I needed support for. The summer before we broke up, I was in the worst depressive episode of my life and she didn’t even notice.
All that aside, I was going through something else as well. I had began to realize I was gay. I had always identified as bisexual, and I am a trans man as well. It’s not uncommon for trans people who go on hormones to have a shift in sexuality, and that’s what I think happened to me. I tried for months to let her down easy with this, but anytime I would remotely mention or hint at it, she shut down the conversation immediately. Eventually I got to the point where I convinced myself it would be easier to stay with her than break up with her. She basically made me get her a promise ring as well.
Then I got to college. Long story short, I broke up with her because I just realized how utterly miserable I was and I fully accepted my sexuality and identity as a gay trans man. The breakup was ugly. It lasted days because she kept talking me out of it. I eventually put my foot down and did it when she was visiting me one weekend. First she kissed me when I asked her not to, claiming that she didn’t know what else to do to get me to stay. Then she was crying, threatening to hurt herself, the usual. Her family told me they were praying for me. She went through an awful time and I felt horrible, but what was even worse, I felt instantly relieved.
I got with my now boyfriend fairly soon after the breakup. I knew it looked bad, but I never cheated on her. Right person right time thing. After the breakup, which I truly only broke up with her because I was gay, I started to realize that the relationship wasn’t great and the age gap was bad. I was a child for the majority of the relationship and she was an adult the entire time. She reached out to me with questions of clarification and I communicated this to her in a phone call, in a way that I felt was as mature as I could. Hence another breakdown, her family cutting me off, etc. I realize this all must feel very sudden for her, and I felt awful about it, but I could not be in that place mentally any more. Since then, I have had the best year of growth for my life yet.
I recently reached out and messaged her, just to say that I hope she’s doing well, and I apologized for the hurt I caused during our breakup. She seemed receptive to the apology, but definitely is being more independent and doesn’t want to pursue being friends again (which I am totally fine with, and honestly, I think is good for both of us).
I’m very happy and content with my life now, and absolutely thrilled to be with my boyfriend in my new relationship. However, after years of being with Jess, it’s been hard for me to shake the guilt. It’s been about 9 months and I still feel bad. I know it might sound dramatic, but I seriously feel like I have PTSD from this relationship. Just need some assurance either way. Sorry for how long this is, and thanks if you read it all.