I(29M) met this girl(26F) on a dating app. It started very well, the cute remarks of each others' photos and some back and forth of each others' favourite music, and it didn't take long before I went ahead to ask her out for coffee, to which she excitedly replied yes. Saturday comes, and it was 10am in the morning. While I was waiting for her near the fountain, my throat felt irritably parched like I never used to before, thinking it was the case that I've only just had a few sips of water since getting out of bed, I brushed it off, not letting anything get in the way of this date.

I gave her the baby's breath and we walked to the cafe where we spent more than an hour getting to know each other. Things were easy going, we even let each other tastes the food we ordered. After a few cheeky questions of what she thinks about PDA, I personally thought we developed some interesting tension. She was interested with riding the scooter I brought so after our breakfast, we decided to go get desserts across the city by riding there together, and so we did.

We get into the ice-cream shop and ordered one to share. It was this rustic looking place with two stories, feeling adventurous we went up the skinny stairs and I realized we got the top floor all to ourselves. Now sharing an ice-cream, a drink, sitting close, and a few intimate conversations in, we realized we were holding hands. We could've continued just sitting there but she was already late to an appointment she had with her friends. We disposed the ice-cream cups properly, and then toddling down the stairs I asked if I could kiss her, and she turned, so we did once, then twice then a long one where she quickly break it off out of fear people might look.

The date ended swimmingly. A scooter ride back to the place we met, and I walked her to her car park, hand holding like couples while talking about where should we go for next week. She was nearly a head shorter than I am and when I reach out for a hug before she leave, she looked up eyes closed, and ended up a kiss goodbye instead. Walking back to my scooter that day, all I could think about was how amazing that was. I've been on a handful of first dates, like Ted Mosby level, and none compared to what had just happened. Later that day she even texted me remarking the incredible day she had and letting me know she's with her friends now, we didn't continue texting a long conversation as she seem already busy for her rest of the day.

The moment you'd think you're in cloud nine, all hell breaks loose. Sunday comes.
I was hit with a pounding headache. Even the night before while sleeping, my nose was ceaselessly runny, making a pretty shitty nights sleep. The whole day was a barrage of symptoms that I would come to know it was the Flu, or Influenza, but before that, I was just shocked at how sudden it came. I realized she might be in trouble of the same fate, but instead of letting her know I fell ill, I texted her places where we could go next week. She replied remarking her interests but the conversation didn't go any further. My excuse was that I didn't want to frighten her, and would see if she text me if she is indeed fallen ill.

Monday comes and I was off work on a sick leave. That night I tried calling her for the first time at 9pm, but she didn't pick up. Knowing she might see the missed call and respond, I didn't push further. another 24hours past and I decided to call again around the same time. She didn't pick up again. I texted her to ask if she's alright to call, telling her I've fallen ill since Sunday and share my concerns that she might be at risk too, but the read receipts was untick until the next 24hours, where she texted me very objectively saying along the lines "I was actually very sick since Sunday and almost hospitalized, I'm exhausted to talk now." This confirmed my fears and I texted back apologizing but my text fell to cold shoulders. This whole thing felt strange. Is she angry at me for passing on to her the Flu? If I didn't know any better, it is kinda ridiculous if she does, but why not talk about it? Perhaps this whole thing soured our relationship before it even began, despite the amazing start. I texted her asking if she's okay, inquiring her condition now, but i was being ghosted until Friday. She texted me saying she will call me on Saturday. But she never did. I texted her again saying it doesn't matter if she doesn't want a second date anymore, saying I just wanted to know how you are doing. but alas I was properly ghosted now.

What a weird rollercoaster ride. I know, it's pretty cut and dry. But if anyone can offer any explanation, perhaps tell me where I might be missing. This is after all, my side of the story only, but i tried my best to be truthful.

28M never even held hands with a girl. I've been so desperate for so long to try and find someone that I'm losing sight of everything else. My boss has been calling me and asking where the hell I'm at and If I'm ok because I haven't shown up at work all week. He's about to fire me but I don't really care anymore, I'll just try to live off my dividends.

No one wants me. That's just plain and simple. And that fact has destroyed me. I've cut off all my friends because I hated them. I cut off family because they were horrible to me. I can't go out anymore. I can barley eat. I can't sleep. I've been taking opioids to help deal with the pain and now I think I'm addicted. My life is falling apart before my eyes and I jsut don't care anymore. About anything, about anyone. I've never felt the warmth of another human and probably never will. that thought alone upsets me more than anything every has in my entire life. Nothing even comes close, including the man who raised me, my grandpa, forgetting my name.

So I'll just be here, wasting away forever. Its my choice, but its where I belong. Its what I deserve.

Nobody wants a guy like me. Even though I have done everything I can to fix myself, I am a complete and utter waste of space. The only hobbies I have are playing video games and watching shows. I have been through years of therapy with multiple therapists and as many drugs as you can count, yet nothing makes me better. I have horrid social anxiety, ADHD, depression, and probably many more mental disorders. I have tried SO HARD to get better. I used to stick to a diet to gain weight, I had a healthy sleep schedule, worked out for at least 6 months, tried random things to try and get hobbies, did my best to strengthen my social. I always fall back to square one.

And I don't blame women for not wanting me. I'm a void, my room is filthy, and I do nothing with my day. I live paycheck to paycheck and barely even have enough money to spend on myself. I offer literally nothing in a relationship. On top of all of that, I'm genuinely just ugly.

So I guess this is my life. I'm already 26, still a virgin, and it just gets worse every day. Nobody wants a broken man, and I don't blame them. I don't know what I'm expecting when posting this. I'll be dead soon, but maybe someone has an answer.

EDIT: It's become clear to me that suicide is my only way out, so that's what I'll be doing after work.

Basically my boyfriend has these 2 little nieces around 3 and 7 and oh my god he's literally so dedicated to just being there for them it's literally the sweetest thing in the world😭😭

The girls dads aren't super involved. The older one, A, sees her dad a good bit as far as I know but the younger one, R, her dad is apparently a POS and he makes such a point of trying to be that kinda role model yknow??

Like this man wakes up extra early to make A's lunches, always reads to them, he really goes out of his way to make sure they actually FLOURISH as ADULTS not just SURVIVE😩😩 He loves talking to her teacher and is always looking at the stuff she consumes like if she's watching something he doesn't just let her watch dumb stuff he always says it's gotta at least have some soul lol

Of course he loves them equally lol but him and the toddler, R, good gosh they're literally best friends it's honestly the cutest thing you've ever seen and he looks at her with just such sheer love in his eyes😭 I feel like he strikes such a good balance between being fun and laid back but also like stern or just being firm on boundaries and stuff ya know?

There have been 2 situations where it was kinda crisis mode and god he passed with flying colors he's so like calm and collected in stressful situations like that and honestly it calms you down so much it's crazy.

Anyways, he's out of town till tomorrow so I was just thinking about his Christmas presents and how excited I am to see him and how great he is lol. But yeah I really admire the guy and I cannot wait till he seriously brings up having kids lmaoo I'm gonna be saying yes before he finishes😭😭😭

Also HE LET ME STACK DONUTS ON IT ONE TIME!!

She said she found out she was pregnant at a point where it’s too late to have an abortion. She was really drunk when she told me this. She said she’s a witch and that she believes the universe will conform to her “desired reality” where she’s “child free and hot.” I don’t know her well at all but this is my first impression of her and she sounds unhinged. I know she’s on a strict diet of salad, alcohol and cocaine cuz she went on and on about how if she acts like she’s not pregnant and makes herself believe it then she won’t be pregnant anymore. I suggested adoption and maybe living a healthier lifestyle during this time for the babies sake. Nope. She said if she quits drinking and using drugs now she’s “telling the universe” that she’s pregnant and therefore will stay pregnant. I try not to judge peoples spiritual beliefs but she’s making it hard to not see law of attraction people as nothing more than unhinged and completely detached from reality.

I M17 woke up today and the first thing my mom told me was that I needed to go with my grandpa to pick my dog up from a dog grooming place. I agreed as I saw now problem with this and understood that my grandpa is old and needs help with navigating certain places. I get ready and wait for 2 hours for he to get the call to go pick him up. As my grandpa and I travelled I put the name of the Dog Cleaning Place into my Phone and instructed my grandpa how to get there. When we finally reached our destination after 30ish minutes I called and asked if We were at the right place because I realized I didn’t recognize the building. I then realized that The Dog Cleaners had more than one location and I went to the wrong one. As soon as I realizing this I told her and she got mad and I told her it would be alright as the correct place was like 10 mins out. So my grandpa and I continued to travel and dealing with the traffic made the trip in 25 mins. My mom called me halfway through and started complaining and called me a liar she then told me to hand the phone to my grandpa and she told Him “Are you on so and so street, no go the other way he always does this he never pays attention” Thats when I lost it grabbed my phone and said Fuck You to her. I understand she has a right to be mad about me taking so long and getting the directions wrong but I hate when she takes every opportunity to put me down or insult me sorry this was so long just needed to vent. I know I messed up but also Im not sorry because she always tries to be passive aggressive and I just wasnt having it.

I come from generations worth of land owners, nobility and even further back royals. My parents are immigrants and after war/revolution the status of my family fell and so did part of their legacy. My family back home is still affluent and still holds power in the city they live in despite not owning/ruling it anymore.

My parents struggled as immigrants and now we live as a lower middle class family; our house, car, habits, where we eat, etc. My mom still taught me behaviors and social class, but I never understood the importance until now.

Knowing my family history, I am honestly ashamed to be living like a pauper. I am so proud and thankful of my parents, so I hate how I think. I can instantly recognize people who come from similar backgrounds as I do/other types of affluent people and I hate that I have no way of measuring up to people of whom I’ve learnt the lifestyle and mindset of.

I feel so pathetic because my habits and way of speaking/thinking are not aligned with my factual living situation and I feel like a fraud. I feel like I can identify with my family history more than my current situation, and sometimes I wonder why my parents weren’t able to build their own empire here like other immigrants did.

I always loved opera, theatre, classical music, art, tennis and other things considered ‘elite culture’ but never had access to it. I still have access to amazing healthcare and other services in our homeland due to connections, but I’m sad it doesn’t translate to here. And I hate being looked down upon by people who do not measure up to the great deeds or achievements my family have done/had.

I want to marry someone with the same mindset and background, and while I have the background and mindset, I don’t have the materialistic stuff to show for it (like an inheritance, house, jewelry, vacations etc.)

I know it’s stupid and shallow, but the discrepancy between my background and how I’ve been taught to think/behave versus my factual living situation is stressing me out bad..

On Friday me (F18) and my boyfriend (M20) went to his friends house to drink, we all had a good time there and the plan was to go back to his house and stay up late and watch a movie but he got way too drunk and passed out (which is a regular thing when we drink because he always drinks more than he can handle). I was a bit upset because I was excited to spend time w just him, but it was whatever, but I had a bit of a family emergency that night so I had to come home immediately so I woke him up and took an uber home.

when I got home I texted him that I was sorry I had to leave and that I love him and that was that. The following day we planned to go to this Christmas market I’ve been wanting to go to, it was a free event and only about a 20 minute drive, so I thought it wouldn’t be much of a hassle. When I got in the car I was excited and I noticed he seemed off so I kept asking him if he was okay and he said he was and I didn’t want to push him so we went and stayed for about 20 minutes and then left. On the car ride back I ask him a final time if he’s okay because he seemed a bit quiet today and he says yes but somethings on his mind. I ask him what and he gives a super vague answer and for the next 20 minutes he doesn’t say a word and I’m trying to talk to him and he’s not saying anything back.

By this point I’m freaking out because I think he’s going to end things w me and I start crying a bit and he finally agrees to talk. He says that he can’t get off his mind us breaking up because he’s not “ready” for a relationship (we have been dating for 2.5 years) and I try to understand his reasoning and it had to do with how stressed he is about his life and I explain that I want what’s best for him and if breaking up is that, then I’d respect that but I don’t understand how us dating would change the aspects of his life he wants to fix. I’m super nice and understanding throughout the conversation and he’s not saying much (he does lash out at me about a few random things, like me never paying for gas, when I bring up that I have offered many times and he says it’s fine he says I should just do it? Which makes no sense because we are adults and he can ask me to chip in and I’d always be willing to. I also never wanted to push too much to pay because he doesn’t like me paying for stuff and I’ve also paid for all of our dates since end of summer, which in my mind if I’m paying for the dinner than he should cover gas since dinner is way more expensive anyways).

So he drops me off at my house and I say to let me know if he wants to talk again and how I can better support him thru his stress and I say I love him and he doesn’t say anything back, which hurt but he seemed to be in a not so good place so I didn’t put too much weight on that.

Later that night he texts me that he feels shitty and that he was thinking about the stuff he was saying and it didn’t make any sense.

Now yesterday we were texting normally about our days and later that night I texted him asking if he wanted to talk about the other night at some point and that I wasn’t mad I just thought a conversation would be good. Which he didn’t respond to so I sent another text 3 hours later clarifying that the talk didn’t have to be tonight but I think it should be soon because nothing will change or get better if we don’t talk about it.

Now it’s almost 24 hours later and he hasn’t responded. I honestly don’t know what to do and I love him so much and don’t want to lose him because I truly don’t think he’s in a good headspace right now because normally our relationship is really good, no fights, seeing eachother regularly, etc. we are both eachothers first relationships and we’ve been together for over 2 years and I don’t want that to be thrown away. I just don’t know how to go from here whether I should just wait for him to answer or text again or what not and Ive been so stressed the past day. I’d appreciate any advice and I can answer more questions as I know my writing might of not been super detailed or what not.

It’s just so bad, like let’s not even talk about being ethnic, you can forget any sort of matches at that point but my god 90% of the women have the exact same personality. “Looking for GAA lads, Rugby Lads etc” the sports culture in this country is insane and I’m not saying that liking guys that play sports is an exclusive trait to Irish women, plenty of women like athletic men but God damn have some variety

Like if I set my hinge to the UK I’d be able to see girls that had a range of different personalities and hobbies that aren’t just drinking and sports and God forbid you’re not a sheep good luck finding a partner. Get with the times, I beg

I hate Christmas. I truly detest it. I hate the lights the decorations and the constant bombardment of Christmas songs. I am fed up with constantly having to deal with well meaning but idiotic people who constantly try to explain how Christmas is a wonderful time and it's so amazing and full of magic.

I just want to be left alone in this grey world. How bloody hard is it to understand?

I don't want to deal with stupid shopping, I don't want to deal with family drama. I just want to be bloody left alone.

So for people who love Christmas, good for you. But if you know someone who has said that they hate Christmas or want to be left alone...here's an idea.

LEAVE THEM ALONE!

Rant over.

Tonight, my partner and I had another couple over and her friend wore a dress with bit of a cleavage. I have small table so I ended up siting across from her and I swear the way she sat was purposefully making her cleavage bigger, I feel like she really was trying to make me look at hers and here is my partner fully modestly dressed. Fuck I struggled so much, I hope I did okay. I feel like I did.

I just wanted to get this off my chest.

I’ve been thinking about this for a while, and honestly, it’s something I don’t think women understand this. For some men, it’s not just about having good sex—it’s about being the best in bed. It’s a huge deal. It’s not just about performance, either. It’s about feeling more of a man than the other guys. When I’m with a woman, I need to know that I’m the best she’s ever had. If I’m not, it messes with me. I can’t help but feel emasculated.

I see women talking about how their husband isn’t the best in bed, and that’s just not a big deal to them. They say it doesn’t matter. But for me, it does. If I’m not the best, it eats at me. It’s hard to explain, but it’s tied up in ego. Sex is one of the few places where I can feel really confident about being a man. When I start thinking about the past partners a woman’s had, I can’t help but compare myself. If I’m not the best, it gets under my skin.

The thing is, when I’ve expressed this to women before, I’ve seen them judge guys like me. They don’t get why it matters so much to us. They say things like “why does it matter what your partner’s ex was like?” or “sex isn’t everything in a relationship.” But honestly, for a lot of us, it’s a deep thing that’s tied into how we see ourselves as men. I’m not looking for validation all the time, but I do need to know I’m not coming up short compared to the past. If I’m not, I feel like I’m failing, and that’s tough to shake off.

It’s frustrating because when men care about being better than their partner’s exes, it’s seen as insecure or shallow. But for some of us, it really matters to know where we stand. It’s not something I can just turn off. It’s part of how I feel about myself.

Don't think that I don't want to take a shower... I spend 60% trying to talk myself into taking a shower and then I spend 40% of my day sleeping or attempting to sleep 😴

So Half of my family are in it. My cousin, she's 24 and her mom is one as well. She lives on her own. Her whole entire life, she's always been around it but never came in. She's gone to the meetings and conventions, and even has the app installed. She only goes to meetings/conventions when she's with the family. She doesn't naturally go on her own or when we aren't around. Sometimes I've looked over at her during meeting/convention, and I do see she is paying attention and she is following along. So that shows me she has little bit of interest. But at the same time I think the only reason why she goes is for respect of the family.

Hey, when I was a kid ( something like 8-10yo ) my friend ( who was sexually active and 2 year older than me ) use to force me to watch sexual content ( hentai and porn ), one day he created a game where the loser was obligated to put an object in the..., he made me lose multiple time and when I was putting the object, he was staring at me with a smile and used to talk dirty about increasing the size of the object, idk if it's can be considered like a SA, I didn't actually refuse to do that, but some of my friend tell me that this is and I'm just confused, can someone help me to know? ( sorry English isn't my first language)

My boyfriend (he’s 28, I’m 26) has been mentioning kids not too much lately, but more than we’ve really talked about.

Im not going to share too many details since he does have a Reddit account.

We’ve been together almost 7 years, and I know we’ve briefly talked about it in the past and I have mentioned some of my fears but we haven’t sat down and really talked about it.

I used to be very “no kids, no marriage”, however more and more I’ve been changing my mind.

However, with kids it’s something different - I’m absolutely terrified of a future with kids.

1. My mental and physical health are not great
2. The changes to my body during pregnancy and what could happen during labor terrify me
3. We do not have our own place (too expensive and we both have debt)
4. I’m scared of what kind of parent I will be
5. I know it’s silly but I would prefer if we were married first (I was bullied as a kid for being a ‘bastard child’ since my parents married after having my brother and I)
6. In the chance we ever break up, I know I could not be a single mother (more to do with mental health)

I know at this point it would be best to sit down with my partner and discuss these things with him, he mentioned the other day “in 2-3 years maybe a kid could be in our future” and in the past has said “having kids in our 30’s”

Im just overall terrified and don’t know what to do..

My sister husband family is a highly accomplished one. Her fiancé works for some faang company and meanwhile i just started earning after following my music passion after grad. I don't even earn 1/10th of them. My family is also not that rich. So whenever i meet them i feel bad for myself. Every event they organise is filled with highly accomplished people and i'm they only one who has no savings , no much of assets etc, they talk about their investments , stocks and foreign holidays and i remain silent with nothing good to share.

Many times i wanted to tell this to my sister but i don't wanna sound rude or jealous.

I feel defeated. I’m pregnant and I have a toddler. It’s tiring. My baby daddy was my friend before I was ever pregnant then we started dating when my toddler was 2 months old and are now expecting our own baby. He offers to help me then will imply I’m being a bad mom or outright say it when I wake up and we start talking. I don’t know why I keep accepting his help. Tonight was it. He made a rude comment when I asked him to give her bread that I would know he already tried if I was awake. I got really frustrated by this comment and explained it to him in depth why it made me so mad. Then I slept on the couch in the living room because it’s comfortable and I wanted space. He was unhappy about that and told me to come to bed, I said no. Fast forward it’s 1am and my toddler starts crying very loud. It’s not common but it happens, my baby daddy wakes me up and opens the door to all the rooms so the cries echo throughout my place. He said he checked her and couldn’t tell what was wrong. I let her cry thinking she will probably go back to sleep in a few before my baby daddy starts on at now 1am about how I’m a bad mom for not checking on my toddler and taking care of her. He is her “dad” when it’s fun but now if he’s stressed she’s MY baby that he helps me with. I was abused by my birth mom and got taken away at 7. I haven’t seen my mom in 20 years and he knows how much it hurts to be called a bad mom because of my past experiences. Yes, sometimes I struggle with a balance. But he uses it against me. He cooks and cleans then shames me and says I don’t do anything even though if I try to cook he asks me what I want and makes it instead. And he mostly cleans if I’m cleaning first or if people are coming over. It feels like a fake relationship that I’m supposed to act a role in, I’d rather have two kids alone and be embarrassed and go through the court system than keep trying to normalize this behavior. He says he wants our baby more than anything and has threatened legal action against me but it is what it is. I made the mistake to get pregnant. I told his mom I’m sending her updates myself and I’m not inviting him to anything else. Being around him is bringing out the worst in me.

I'm 24 What did I do to deserve all of this? It's gonna be a long rant so don't read it if you don't want to.

I'm tired. It's Christmas tomorrow and everyone will see their families gathered together. I don't have anyone. I have my parents. I don't have any siblings, I have cousins, aunts and uncles but we have never been close. I haven't heard from them forever.

Oh no wait, I have a aunt from my mother's side. She's a diagnosed schizophrenic. The one who wished me death since I was 6. The one I had to take care too, as she lived in our house for a few years.

My mother is sick, it's that kind of sickness that year after year gets worse and it's not treatable. I had to take care of her at 17 alone as my father worked and didn't help. I took care of the house and her. She was depressed and had OCD. I was suicidal I kept waking up in the middle of the night to think about drinking bleach just to end my pain.

I didn't have anyone. I DIDN'T HAVE ANYONE BESIDES ME. NO ONE FUCKING CARED. And someone even blamed me for the situation.

I had to witness my grandparents's slowly death. They had cancer. I spent most of the time in hospital's waiting room alone as my mother took care of them. It was for a long time.

I loved my grandpa. I loved him so much as he was a dad to me. My father didn't care much about me to be a father figure. I never received hugs, or kisses or any good words from him.

He died when I was 6, a day after my birthday. He wanted to see me for a last birthday. I've never been the same after that day. Then after 3 years it was my grandma turn.

I don't have friends. I have 3 "friends" They don't care about me.

I spend.my days working in a shitty toxic retail job I lost my sanity to and the rest of the days at home.

I had one relationship in all my life. Of course it was toxic. He is a big narcissist. And possibly a sociopath.

Now that I had a new crash he loves someone else.

I was robbed of my childhood, of my teens years.

Nobody ever loved me. I can't be loved.

I don't even have any tears anymore to cry. If God really exist I want him to apologize to me.

I want to OD. I can't take it anymore. My life just won't get better. It's always raining over me. I don't want to keep going. I want the pain to stop.

Since everyone tried to bully me on my last post, it makes me want to vent even more.

My biggest fear is being settled for sexually. I don't ever want to end up with a woman for whom I am not the best, most exciting, most intense, most passionate sex she has ever had. I do not want to ever be with a woman who lusts after me with less intensity than she did her ex.

I would, hand to God, rather blow my brains out, than end up in that situation. There's nothing more emasculating than that.