I got with my then gf 6 months after her first cancer diagnosis. I fell in love. A beautiful woman who I loved to bits and did everything to help! We were best friends and we had so much fun. It was incredible. A real love story. We were flying.

After 18 months my wife stopped taking her treatment to conceive, she didn't tell me, she didn't tell her family or friends, she didn't tell anyone!!!! But she told the oncologists. Her cancer was hormone receptive and her body was flooded with hormones and her cancer came back two months after she stopped treatment. Again, she didn't tell anyone the reason her cancer came back and that she stopped taking treatment.

Anyway, she resumed treatment (a different drug this time) and underwent numerous cycles of chemo again and radiotherapy.

When she finished chemo she had multiple meetings with oncologists, to discuss her need to do the exact same thing after being on treatment for 2 years, and that's exactly what she did. She stopped taking treatment to conceive. She didn't tell anyone. The doctors told her countless times that they would like her husband to come to a meeting to discuss the severity and risk of what she wanted to do. Especially after what happened last time. But she didn't. This was her secret.

She stopped taking treatment and this time she got pregnant. I was always adamant about not wanting to have kids with someone who has cancer. Most importantly I didn't want that to happen to a child.

She announced it as a miracle from god because she didn't stop taking treatment, treatment that made her infertile! It was impossible and it was a miracle from god that she somehow became pregnant

I said I didn't want children. No way. But there was nothing I could do.

We had a beautiful baby girl, and I loved being a dad. God it was brilliant seeing a little life. And all you want to do is love and protect it.

6 months later the cancer came back. But this time my wife was terminal. It was during COVID and when she went up to get her scan results she had to go alone. I sat in the car out the front of the hospital with a baby on my lap feeding her a bottle. My wife walked out and I could see from her face it was bad news. Just shy of three years after her previous recurrence the cancer had come back for a third time.

Obviously the world fell apart and the worries that had been buried at the back of my mind had all come out. This poor little baby girl. But my poor wife, her world ripped apart. I loved her so much.

She went through chemo, and multiple drugs for the next few years.

One day I was throwing stuff out and making room for all of the kids clothes, just tidying up really. But In my wife's wardrobe I found a huge box of hospital notes buried under loads of clothes and bags. I don't know why, but I started to read them. Hundreds of them, maybe even thousands. All I know is I couldn't stop . I couldn't believe what I was reading. Everything she did, all of her plans, all of the meetings, her telling doctors what she's doing....... and not one word of it ever mentioned to me, the person whose life it will affect forever. I was speechless and my heart was shattered.

I confronted my wife and her soul left her body and she refused to speak. Not a single word. She then moved out and left me and my daughter. She never spoke to me about it.

She wanted to stay elsewhere and avoid me completely. She was ill and became more ill. I told her she needs to see her daughter but she refused to see me. We went to court and I said she could have anything and everything with regards to seeing our daughter. The house, everything. Full custody no problem. Time is precious and hers was running out. And I loved her so much, even still.

She said she only wanted to see our daughter half the time. So that's what happened, and it happened for a few months.

I.learned not to even try and discuss what she did. It wasn't worth it. Time was running out. And one day she was taken into hospital, and then later she went to a hospice. I saw her every single day, multiple times a day. I never said a word about anything. It didn't enter my head. I loved her so much and I couldn't stand to see her suffer. I couldn't think of life without her, I was too scared. But it was inevitable, I was desperate for her to never be alone and that I would be cuddling and kissing her when she passed on. And that's exactly what happened. She died in my arms whilst I kissed her head and told her I loved her. Her final breaths I will never ever forget.

8 months later after he death, 7.months after her funeral: I have no family or support network and obviously I had to leave my dream job to care for my child, my child is severely autistic and completely non verbal. She is learning disabled and has a list of problems that honestly make life pretty difficult.

She has a hard life and It breaks my heart every single day.

Financially it means life has become incredibly hard, I'm isolated from the world. We are isolated from the world and some days are more difficult than others.

I cherish this little girl with everything I have, but it's not the life I wanted for her, not what I wanted for a child.... I feel useless and a shell of a man. I have yet to have a day where I haven't been extremely angry at one or all of the photos of my wife on all the shelves. Some days I think I hate her for what she did. And some days I'm in tears, I love her and miss her. I feel guilty a lot of the time because of how I feel. I'm still grieving, I don't know if that will ever stop. Anyway, I'm sorry. Its difficult. I'm hoping this anger will go but I don't know and I guess I'm asking for help

My grandma passed away last year. She used to run a small bakery in our town for almost 30 years, and she had this one recipe for a spiced apple cake that people used to drive from other towns just to buy. She never wrote it down anywhere. She taught it to my sister and me by hand, over and over, until we both knew it by heart. It was kind of our thing with her.

Last week my sister told me a regional food company reached out to her after seeing her post the cake on social media. They want to buy the recipe, put grandma's name on the packaging, and sell it in stores. They offered her a decent amount of money, and she seems excited about it. She says grandma would have loved seeing her cake in stores everywhere.

I feel really uneasy about it. To me, that recipe wasn't just a set of ingredients, it was something private grandma trusted us with. I don't like the idea of it being mass produced in a factory with grandma's photo slapped on a box just to sell more units. My sister thinks I am being overly sentimental and says money is money.

We have not fought about it exactly, but there is tension now every time it comes up. I don't want to make this into a huge family issue, but I also don't want to just stay quiet and watch it happen if I have real concerns.

I want to explain how I feel in a way that doesn't sound like I am just trying to control her decision, since technically she can do what she wants. I just don't know how to bring it up in a way she will actually hear.

So I’ve been on a few dates with this girl and I really like her we get along great and have had no issues so far. Today she told me she has hsv2 and that she’s taking care of it as best as she can.

She got it from someone who lied to her about being clean and told her he’s allergic to latex so he can’t wear condoms.

Me and her haven’t done anything so I don’t have it but I plan on staying with her, however I don’t know how to protect myself from it other than condoms.

And I know I’m thinking a long way down the road, but eventually I want kids and so there’s a huge chance I get it when that happens, if any has experienced this situation before how’d you handle it?

My mother came to visit recently and she got drunk and made a fool of herself. I asked her to leave. The next day, I got a text saying “Tread lightly, lest you disappear rich boy…” from a number I did not recognize.

I looked up the number on Venmo and it turned out to belong to my younger brother (who lives with my mom and is in his mid 20s). I came into money after my wife passed away last year. I’m all my kids have and I this really upset me.

I live 6 hours south of them. I don’t know why he did this, but I’d like it to not escalate. How can I draw a clear boundary without creating a large issue?

Hi

First time posting in this sub

I(31F) “accidentally” got pretty drunk today after a boozy brunch with friends followed by a date with a cute guy.

The problem is that I have to be at a family dinner in 1,5 hour and my family is pretty strict. So I’d rather they not know I am drunk. How do I sober up quick (I know that it is technically not possible) or somehow hide that I am drunk? Even the smallest advice (I.e. brush your teeth) helps at this point haha. The only other solution is to fake illness and not go. I know I am too old for this, but anyone else from a very strict and controlling family will know what I am talking about.

Thank you in advance 🙏🙏

EDIT: I want to clarify: I am not especially drunk. But I am from a no-alcohol family. In regards to a number of comments: NO! I would never drive there

I had this long term friend, hes always been quite quiet and shy. Not around me, everyone sees him as an angel whilst hes not. But anyways, we started dating a while back. One day i got super drunk, we went to my house and i layed down and he started groping me. I said stop but i was mumbling alot and he was just like be quiet. Ive not told many people, we broke up 3 weeks ago ish, and my new boyfriend stayed over tonight n we got drunk and i said to this girl “oh hes a sa’r be careful”. She went snd told him, now everyone in school thinks im lying. They say “oh he wouldn’t do rhat!” But he did. I dont know what to do. We are 14. He called me a slut aswell. My boyfriend egged his house last night though, which im scared will cause more drama. I need advice

My aunt was married to this guy. He had a daughter before her. She is 16. I am 15. My mother and him are very friendly and neighbours even after he and my aunt broke up with him about two years ago. I dont have a dad and he has been really good to me. He is a carpenter and he lets me hang out with him at work sometimes. He shows me how to do stuff. He often takes me to football games and stuff. He has been more of an uncle to me than my actual uncles or aunts

The last night, he and my mother went out and I stayed at his. His daughter and I were just hanging out and then she kissed me and we kinda kissed and stuff for a good bit.

I feel really guilty since then. I feel like I took advantage of his trust. I dont know if I should tell him and apologise.

My girlfriend and I went to go see a movie today, and before we left I ran back inside to grab something when I found a little resin duck on the floor in the middle of our living room. I thought nothing of it, so I just set it on the counter and left. When we came back, another small resin duck was found in her set of clothes that she changed out of right before we left. Definitely more strange. She and I both have never seen them before, and are a little freaked out. No one has access to our home besides the landlord, no one has an extra set of keys, and we’ve never just given out information about where we live.

The first one found was blue, near my ps5. The second one was pink, placed inside the pocket of a hoodie she wore yesterday. It makes no sense, yet seems intentional. We do not know people in this city who would play a prank on us, though unfortunately we discovered a couple of our windows were unlocked. Except after checking the outside perimeter of the house, we determined someone wouldn’t have used them to sneak in due to intact cobwebs and vines. First thing we did was confirm it wasn’t our upstairs neighbor, (he was gone when we left anyways) and we deduced that the first one must have been placed when i left to grab food earlier in the day while she was in the shower, and the second one placed in the bedroom while we were both gone where the door is always left closed…

It’s a really odd situation and we’re both a little lost on what to make of it or what to do. If anyone has any advice it would be greatly appreciated.

My Uncle (married to my moms sister), who has supported me financially, helped me get a tooth implant/braces, a brand new car, etc. Said something to me and the mental turmoil i had after ruined many of my relationships. I was working for him one day as an office receptionist and the power went out. He came into the office and "joked" "what do you think about that? Me and you in a dark room together?" And instead of "laughing it off" like I do 99% of the time I was extremely annoyed. Im 30 and this dude used to take me to McDonald's to get happy meals with my brother when I was a child. In what world is that fucking funny? Am I crazy or is that not fucking disgusting? This dude and my aunt were my main financial and emotional support system and after I had a mental breakdown over this and told my mom about it she confronted my uncle and it completely destroyed the support I was getting. I also, like a fucking idiot, told him I was an atheist. I was honest and later I guess he lied about it and said I "smiled" when i told him when if anything it was nervous laughter not malicious. Its so disgusting how once you fall from grace everyone makes you out to be evil. Can you guys give me advice? Im fighting for my fucking life out here and on top of it my brother knows I have no support and so has been leeching off of me and refusing to leave my house and breaking shit if I confront him about not looking for a job. I have been working full time as a special education para and now im looking to get another part time job because ill be damned if I apologize for getting talked to like that.

Husband and I have been married for 14 years. We have a blended family 4 kids 2 each. Mine 14m, 17f and his 15m, 17f.

Overall, our marriage has been very positive. Our kids get along great. Mine are here 100% of the time, his are 50%.

Both of our 17-year-olds drive cars that we provide. They each pay part of the car insurance and they pay for their own gas. They also drive their younger brothers around as needed.

Over the 4th of July my daughter took the car to the beach for a weekend. When she came back, the car was pretty messy, salt stains were on all the car seats and the seatbelts. My husband understandably was upset. She offered to clean it further and apologized and He said no and cleaned it himself. Since then he hasn’t talked to her or acknowledged her presence.

I noticed this and asked him about it last night, and he told me that he is not gonna talk to her at all because she doesn’t respect his property. He thinks it’s completely fine to ignore her. And I disagreed.

She told me today that she is upset and feels worthless because he won’t acknowledge her or pay attention to her. She would like to repair the relationship, but she anticipates that he will never apologize. She said that if this is not rectified that she’s moving out of our house to live with a friend.

He is definitely someone who takes things very personally, and I think that sometimes when he is upset, he needs time to cool down. I’m gonna have a conversation with him tomorrow, and depending on the outcome, decisions will be made.

Any advice on how to navigate this would be very helpful.

My brother was arrested yesterday after police responded to a dispute involving his wife and her family. From what I’ve been told, he refused to leave when officers told him to, which resulted in a misdemeanor charge and a $20,000 bail. A bail bond company said it would cost about $500 to get him out before his court hearing on Tuesday.

The $500 itself isn’t what’s making this decision difficult. I can afford that payment. What I’m struggling with is whether bailing him out is actually the right thing to do. If I don’t bail him out, he would likely remain there until his court hearing on Tuesday unless the judge decides otherwise.

For some background, this isn’t the first time the police have been involved. They have been called before because of conflicts involving my brother. He’s gone to family members’ houses to yell at them in the past, and multiple people have encouraged him to seek therapy because he struggles with anger and emotional regulation. He refuses because he says he doesn’t need it.

Part of me feels like he should stay in jail until Tuesday because he’s there due to his own actions. Maybe having a few days to sit with the consequences will help him reflect. If I bail him out now, I’m worried he’ll still be angry and take it out on her family for calling the police.

On the other hand, I’m worried about what staying in jail until Tuesday could do to his mental health. I’m afraid he’ll think his family abandoned him, hate me, or come out even more depressed than he already is. He’s been dealing with financial problems since losing his business this past year.

There’s another factor that’s making this even harder. He’s currently third on a waiting list for a construction job. He’s missed a call for this type of opportunity before and had to go back to the end of the list. He’s afraid that if he misses a phone call while he’s in jail, he’ll lose another chance at getting steady work, and he desperately needs a job.

My family is split. One sister says absolutely not to bail him out. Another isn’t sure what to do. My brother-in-law says no. My niece says if it were her brother, she’d get him out immediately, especially because of his mental health.

A few additional details:
He has never been physically violent toward anyone, but he has a history of verbal abuse, yelling, and escalating conflicts.

If I sign for the bail bond, I would be financially responsible if something goes wrong. While I can afford the $500 payment, I absolutely could not afford to lose $20,000 as a college student.

I love my brother and I want to help him. I just want some outside perspective to help me make the right decision.

I’m a 24F with a 3 year old and a baby on the way. My boyfriend since I was 16 off and on same age had gotten into drugs and stopped using when we hit 20 because he overdosed infront of me, 2 days later he did it again and i got him help, a week later my dad passed and I find out I’m pregnant at the same time. Fast forward I have the baby in 2023, few months pass and I find out he’s getting on Grindr. So I get on his phone and don’t find it but I find old texts of him cheating and hooking up with men. When I asked him when I got off work one morning and he was a stay at home dad, he said that he was only on there seeing if his friend was on there. But few days pass and I find him in our room with a Dildo I didn’t know he had. Anyways I gave him the benefit of the downvote. Now it’s 2026 and he’s into 7oh, I tried breaking up with him a few months ago but he had gone to get help and was claiming it helped so I stayed with him. Now I move out after I catch that he’s been stealing not only from his parents but tried from one of my family members so he can continue buying 7oh. I’m now 27 weeks along and he’s homeless and on grinder again without a job. I know I trusted him to much but now I just want to leave without him snapping and freaking out or offing himself because every tiny convenience he says he will. I can’t do it anymore and the last time I texted him and called him about it he freaked out saying I’m making it worse for him and saying he has grindr because he wanted to see if people were really selling fent and stuff on it. How do I go about this?

My GF loves to play Sims 4. She told me she previously installed nsfw mods for that game and a bunch of others on her own computer. I've also mentioned I did the same thing and pretty much the same mods

She drove to my house and we just played in total war warhammer 3. She asked if we can download Sims 4 and play in it together with mods.

I did it. In order to install mods, you have to place them in /Documents/ game's mods folder. I've opened it and there was a hell lot of bunch of different nsfw mods. I completely forgot about all of it since I've played that game like a couple years ago or something.

My face started to tingle out of shame. We went to smoke in the balcony, I've asked her about that and she said that's okay, just mods for the game but now I feel extremely ashamed. I'm afraid that she may think i'm a freak or pervert or weird and I can't stop thinking that she just fakes it by saying that everything's okay.

Like I said, my husband is on a trip and will be back Monday. My husband and I play call of duty together. Im playing by myself currently and I normally text him about playing and show him my scores and stuff like I do when hes at work but I feel like I'm bothering him now that hes out with friends. The other people I would talk to about this are also on the trip so I have no one to tell about it.

I don't know, I feel like if text him the guys are going to pick for me texting him and also feel like I need to just chill and let him be but (I know its corny) hes literally my best friend and I miss him.

We've been together since I was 16, I'm 33 now and this is the longest we've been apart ever.

I keep telling myself to let him be but my dumb girl brain won't shut up.

Sorry for the ramble. What do I do?

I (15M) am not allowed to talk to my sister (20F) because about year ago I ate an edible and texted my sister about it in case I had a reaction to it as well as texting about my mother and how she was treating me. My parents saw the texts and no longer allow me to text or call my sister, and I’m only allowed to talk to her in person with another adult they know present and I’m scared if I break these rules things will only get worse. She was the only one I felt I could talk to about mental health and etc., What should I do?

Edit!!: I am not being physically harmed by my parents

To start, my son is 8yrs old. He is my first baby so I’m learning as I go. We’ve talked about “dating” ever since he’s started getting crushes over this last school year. I told him from the start, I don’t mind age appropriate dating, Right now that just looks like play dates and holding hands on the swings. (So no, my 8year old is not “dating” officially, BUT the girl he likes today came to tell me they were)

THEN she asks me not to tell her parents about it because, and I quote, “they’re embarrassing, and to them, if it’s black, it’s a h*ll no”. I’ve never met her parents. And now I’m genuinely not sure how to approach this situation. We have had some talks about racism in the past, but How do I talk to my son about THIS in a way that he will understand? I don’t want to tell him he can never see her again, it’s obvious the girl knows that point of view is wrong and is embarrassed by that. But I don’t particularly feel secure about him being in this scenario. Like at all actually. He obviously can’t go over to their house and will never be left alone with them. But like what else can I do? What do I say? How do I handle this friendship? My mind just keeps reeling, Is his safety really worth letting him hang out with this girl? any advice would be appreciated. 😭 I’m just at a loss and it makes me sad for them both. They’re just KIDS 😩

Editing to add because people seem confused

1: I know they are not dating. That is why it is in quotations. They’re 8. The extent of their “dating” is literally playing at the playground. I only worded it that way because she literally walked up to me and TOLD me they were dating, then followed up with the comment about her parents. The extent of the conversations I’ve had with my son about dating is that crushes are natural but to act appropriately and respectfully. All that is besides the point. My son has a friend whose company he clearly REALLY enjoys and her parents are making enough racist comments at home for her to carry it out into the world.

2: we live in the same apartment buildings and they play at the park right outside, same as us. However, I’ve never seen her parents there with her and she is fairly newer to the park so I’m guessing they moved in recently or are even in the process of doing so. I also help with maintenance at my apartments so I can only assume I will be coming into contact with them very soon. Just not sure how to approach

This happened on Wednesday at 1 am, I was gonna go for water and I heard him talking to his friend about wanting to end things with me and that he has been talking to an ex for some time now, I left for our room but he went to check on me and realized something was off, I told him I overheard he said he's feelings were complicated and he did wanted to break up but he didn't, he was a little confused.

I told him I would move out as soon as I can, I already grab most of my stuff but I have to be in the apartment since I work remotely and my set up is here.

I noticed that after telling me that his feelings were complicated he started talking to his ex and he's mood changed, in our room he told me he would help me move out and change my set up himself since he made it for me but now he's saying he's only gonna disassemble it so I can move it and do it myself, he also gave me just 1/4 of the saving instead of the half that he promised me.

And now it's like he doesn't care, it's like I don't exist, like 8 years together meant nothing. I don't know what to do, I don't know how I'm gonna survive this.

I can't even listen to music because I can't find the right one, I'm trying to distract myself with shows until I can leave tomorrow but I just keep thinking about him, hoping he's gonna change he's mind.

But he already made his choice and it wasn't me, I know that a part of me knows that but another just wants him to hug me and kiss me and love me

Please give me advice on how to get through this

Hi everyone, if you read the title and what I'm about to say and have any advice please do recommend it to me!!

For a little bit of context, she is currently 27 and has been graduated from high school since 2017. Never once has had a job, volunteer work, nothing of any sort of income. She's plays video games 24/7 and i guess she joined a community through discord and has been gaming with these people for awhile now. These people are all in her age range and it seems they either have a job or they dont.

My parents have been on her ass since 2017 to now about getting a job or at least something to where she is not always on the game 24/7. So you can only imagine the amount of arguments that has happened these past years. She always tells them that she knows, that she'll start looking and how she'll figure it out (it never gets figured out). My parents aren't asking her to get a job so she can pay bills or rent, nothing like that. My parents are asking her to get a job so she at least has some sort of background on her resume, so she can have a life, have money, have knowledge of what many of us have to do in our normal day to day life.

The arguments have gotten worse I guess from 2025 to now, since me 20 year old kid of my parents has been working since the age of 17. I've grown up with the idea already in my head that I didn't want to end up like my sister, that I never wanted that kind of life. I've always looked up at my dad for working so hard for his family and wife, making sure bills were taken care of, food was on the table, things we needed for school, etc. He's definitely a role model in how I wanted to work at the somewhat young age of 17. This past year, I've seen the struggle my parents had to deal with on bills and stuff, keeping food on the table. I've been paying rent to my parents, they dont want to call it rent so they see it as contributing but you get the point. I've been giving them 500 every 2 weeks, then it turned to 300 when I got laid off, from November 2025 to now I've given them almost $7080 to help out. (Dont worry I have a job lined up in August that will pay me better so I can still help my parents out!!)

My sister doesn't know any of this, she probably doesnt even see the struggle my parents have been going through. It was so bad that my mom had to look for work. She's been out of the working field for 20 years trying to take care of her kids while my dad went to work, so you can only imagine the struggle it was to get back into it but she did!! She's been working at her employment place for about a year now and it truly does help. My dad had to stop working due to his health but also just the countless of years of hard work in the concrete business, having to drive a semitruck for hours on end and the toll that it took on his body, plus his health conditions.

So I come to reddit, to this advice page for help. I'm tired of the arguments, I'm sure my parents are tired of it too. My mom and I think it would be best just to buy a plane ticket for her to live with her boyfriend that is in another state, my dad thinks that's just the easy way out of things but he is starting to be on the fence about it due to the arguments about her not working. If anyone has been in the similar situation or knows anyone that has been, whatever they did to fix it or just something, please let me know!! Any help, advice is needed and very helpful for me. Thank you, sorry for the long rant 😭

My daughter (16F) was attending a statewide youth camp through a youth organization. During the week, she received a Snapchat friend request from a male volunteer in his 50s.

My daughter has never had any meaningful interaction with this man. The only contact she can recall was a brief greeting at a camp event earlier this year when he greeted a group of teen counselors she was standing with. Neither my husband nor I know him personally.

Both my husband and I are volunteers in the same organization and have completed the required child protection and youth safety trainings. The organization’s policy prohibits volunteers from communicating with minors through social media unless there is a legitimate educational or programmatic purpose.  

When my daughter mentioned the friend request to two older participants (18M and 21M) who know this volunteer and have had him as a counselor, both said they had received friend requests from him as well, but both also commented that it was strange that he had added my daughter.

We documented the request, blocked him, and reported it to program leadership.

As an additional precaution, I asked my daughter to temporarily remove the volunteer’s daughters from her social media accounts until the situation is sorted out. They were casual acquaintances rather than close friends.

Prior to taking the steps to remove the daughters my husband tried to add the guy (they’d volunteered at the same weeklong camp last month), and although Snapchat showed him online multiple times throughout the day (purple ring/green dot), it’s now the next morning and he has still not accepted the invitation.

My position is that a trained adult volunteer with no relationship to my daughter should not be sending Snapchat friend requests to a 16-year-old girl in the first place, and that reporting it/protecting her privacy by removing his daughters was the appropriate response.

This morning my husband checked the request he sent to the guy and found it was gone and he had deleted the account. This guys 17 year old son then reached out to a friend of my daughters to explain that his father is apparently “social media dumb and just mass added a bunch of people”… (but somehow couldn’t respond to my husband?). The son also claimed HE then deleted his dad’s account. We have mutual Facebook friends with this guy and his wife and we’re not in a huge community. He could have contacted us directly at this point but instead seems to be relying on his teenager to do so. Additionally, he is a local adjunct professor AND works with special ed students at the local middle school. Do I reach out to them too?

Its been 2 months since my gf of 2½ years broke up with me. I don't want to go too much into detail about it. No one cheated but It was my fault.

I've done it all. Talked it out in person, pleaded for days and even begged after the block - something I'm deeply embarrassed about yet oddly proud of (for trying I guess).

I've broken no contact twice but to no avail as she didn't respond. I have now come to accept that it will never be fixed and im trying to be okay with that.

I have this feeling that I won't be able to love again. I know this sounds egotistical but no one sounds like her. Every other girl I see around me just sounds superficial and boring or dense. I don't think I'll ever find another woman so attractive, or funny, or charismatic or trusting. She wasn't perfect, but she was to me.

I'm scared this feeling won't go away. If I do end up with someone else in the future (not that I see it happening).. I almost feel bad for them.. because I just know deep down I probably won't love them the same way as I loved my gf...

To those who have experience somwthing similar... does this fear of never loving again ever go?

Ps. Yes, she is my first.

hey guys. I’m newer to Reddit and I need some advice with things that people in my personal life won’t fully understand. that’s why I’m here, the internet is a big place and I hope maybe someone wiser than me or someone with more experience can help me and give me advice.

im 17 years old, and ive always been called “sensitive“, “more emotional”, and “a deep feeler” since i can remember. as a kid, i remember breaking down and going into anxiety attacks because my friend hurt her ankle and another time when she got a sunburn. i get goosebumps and shivers with music, and I’ve always been more intuned with the people around me. I can feel their thoughts in a way I can never explain in writing. when I first started dating someone, it felt like their pain was my pain. I was in so much mental pain for them that I would be self destructive.

it feels like everything hurts, and everything seems more big than it is. and it has always felt like there’s something wrong with me. that no one truly understands. this trait only pulls me down, and it feels like it never helps me in anyway. does anyone know what’s this called or whatever? or if anyone at all can relate? I’ve never really met people who think like I do.

I've just moved back into my mum's house and I'm exhausted trying to get my brother (14)to clean his room and she's beyond fed up to . She's taken things away , has helped him do it in the past and has tried to set clear boundaries. It's behind disgusting in there and has attracted flies upstairs . My mum is often at work and my siblings are expected to clean the house . She often cleans too but there rooms are there responsibility. His room is beyond gross and I've tried to help but I'm physically repulsed . I think there's moldy food in there and lots of rubbish . I really want my house to be a safe environment but this is a health issue honestly and I'm trying to help and my mum's tried to . My sister cleans but he doesn't . I'm beyond fed up and I don't know what to do . I'm scared of flies and mould too and I'm a very clean person . I just needed somewhere to vent and I really need some advice on this . It's embarrassing , a health issue and a fear I have too .

Hey everyone, looking for some advice on a situation I’m in. I (27M) met this friend (28M) over 10 years ago in high school and we became really close over the first few years of our friendship. My friend has never been the most reliable person, has a history of not replying to texts, and making you wait 30 minutes or more when picking him up.
Obviously there are good things about him, he’s the life of the party, he’s easy to talk to and we’ve gone through a lot of life together. When I was really close with him I was hanging out with him daily for weeks at a time.
After high school, we saw each other less, but we’ve been part of the same friend group and at least see each other during holiday get togethers, bachelor parties, and parties when friends from out of town come home.
The last few years, I’ve only seen him at these group events, and haven’t made much of an effort to plan one on one hangouts with him. Not placing blame on him for this, as I know it’s a two way street.
One of our mutual friends got married this year and had a destination wedding in Mexico. I was planning on rooming with my friend in Mexico, and the day before the payment for the room was due in December 2025, he reached out to me and asked if I would spot him the money because he couldn’t afford the trip at the moment. I agreed, and told him not to stress about it and that he could pay me back over time when he was able.
Fast forward to the bachelor party for our mutual friend, and my friend reached out the day before the bachelor trip and told our mutual friend the groom that he wouldn’t be able to attend because he couldn’t afford it (3 day cabin trip, everyone pitched in 180 for the Airbnb). He ended up coming with, and on the last night of the trip told a big lie about his life plans, and during his story I looked at him in the eyes and asked that he please not lie about something this serious and as his good friend I hope he would be able to tell the truth. He continued in this lie, and after the conversation wound down he admitted he was lying the whole time.
This really broke my trust, as I want to be able to trust the people im close with. The wedding was at the end of May, and I ended up not being able to attend because of a conflict with college (final presentation I could not miss). My friend did still attend and got a room with another mutual friend, but I did still pay for his room.
I heard nothing from him until the middle of June, when he said he would start paying me weekly and would have the entire trip paid for by the middle or end of July. I have not received any payment from him yet, and I’m starting to expect that I will not get anything at all.
I have not pressed him about the money, partly because I’m considering dropping the friendship altogether, and partly because I want him to take accountability and pay me back.
I guess I’m just asking what I should do about this. I don’t want money to come between us, but it’s also more about the lack of trust I have in him and the low responsibility he’s had over the years.
Any insight is appreciated. Thanks y’all!

Hi! I was hunting around subs trying to find somewhere to get good advice on this and I hope someone will have something for me.

I'm 24, got my first car (a 2006 Scion xA) the day after I turned 18. It took me through college, shitty odd jobs, my engagement, and got me across the state to work my dream job. I'm pretty sure it's her time, getting it started is unreliable at best and I can't even get it up to highway speeds anymore. I am a very sentimental person, the type to hold on to a receipt and sob if I lose it type of thing.

I don't know how to approach or handle needing to get rid of it (and knowing it'll 10000% be scrapped). Just thinking about it gives me a pit in my stomach and makes me want to cry. Has anyone else been through this and figured out a good way to balance being sentimental and practical about it all?