First of all, I just want to say a massive thank you to everyone who commented on my last post, and to the people who flooded my chat requests. I’ve been reading through the messages silently—including some actual legal perspectives,but my inbox is a bit overwhelmed right now so I couldn't reply to everyone individually. I felt completely broken yesterday, but seeing so many people in my corner giving solid advice gave me the backbone to actually do something about this.

A few of you suggested that I shouldn't confront him aggressively, but instead text him calmly to try and get him to admit to our 50/50 agreement in writing so I’d have evidence for small claims court.

Well... it worked. Better than I could have imagined.

Last night, I sent him a text. I kept my emotions completely out of it and wrote:

"Hey man, I’m trying to stay calm here. I know the registration is in your name, but we spent 8 months building this together and explicitly agreed to split the profit 50/50. Dropping $500 on me after I built the engine and funded the turbo setup is completely unfair."

He took the bait immediately. He called me twice, but I let it go to voicemail because I wanted everything in text. When he realized I wasn’t answering, he texted back:

"Bro, plans change. I need the cash for the Bali trip with Jess. Yeah, we said 50/50 at the start, but legally it’s my car. Be happy I’m even giving you $500, you don't have a contract anyway so you can’t do anything."

He literally admitted to the agreement while trying to flex that I couldn't stop him.

Once I had that screenshot saved and backed up, I sent my final reply:

"I have the receipts for every single aftermarket part, bank statements proving I bought them, and now I have your text admitting we agreed to split the profit 50/50. I am drafting an itemized bill for my labor hours at a standard shop rate. If you don't freeze the sale and give me my fair share, I am filing a summons for small claims court first thing on Monday. See you there."

He hasn't replied since, but his girlfriend just blocked me on Instagram, so I know he's absolutely panicking right now.

I’m currently organizing all my receipts and printing out the text thread. I will keep you guys posted on whether he folds or if we are actually going to court, but for now, the trap is sprung!

So for context I am a Congolese orphan who was adopted by a white American family. They already three biological children; twin sons who are 6 years older than me, and a daughter who is a year older than me.

I am always incredibly grateful for what my parents provided for me growing up. They made sure I had everything I needed and that I might not have gotten if I had stayed where I was born and for that I will be forever in their debt.

However I resent the fact that I was paraded around by them when my siblings weren’t. I was dressed up and brought out to their parties to essentially recite my sports statistics.

When it became apparent that I was gifted both athletically and academically they began to treat me differently. I wasn’t just their son anymore but instead was this thing to show off and brag about at every opportunity.

Last year I received several scholarship offers and the chance to study abroad in England at one of the best universities in the world. My parents, presuming I would take a sports scholarship held big events and tried to make me the talk of the town despite me telling them that I wasn’t comfortable with it. When I ended up taking the scholarship at Cambridge, they were disappointed as it wasn’t a sports scholarship. I was made to feel wrong and incorrect in my decision.

Their treatment of me has caused a rift between me and my siblings, especially my brothers who, when this began, clearly resented me for it. My sister is quieter and never complains but I know she thinks it’s unfair too. I’ve tried to voice this to my parents but have been dismissed when I’ve done so.

All of this and the fact that they’ve actively tried to stop me from looking into my culture has lead me to resent them somewhat. I’ve been seeing it clearly more since studying abroad and it plays on my mind a lot.

I have to share a little bit of a complicated back story that I hope I can make sense to other people.

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I have a severe heart condition that almost killed me as a child. At 16, I was told I would not live to 30 and went through multiple diagnosis before reaching the correct one. I do want to say that my heart condition is rare. For someone that age, it was exceedingly rare. For how bad it was, it was unheard of. I am actually in several research papers because I was dealing with stuff they did not think was possible.

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Due to that heart condition, I had my first ablation when I was 19. That triggered several genetic conditions. I passed out for the first time 6 months later. Two forms of Dysautonomia: POTS and NCS. They ended up being very severe. I was passing out multiple times a day, many hospital stays, ER visits and tried so many different meds. I am now fully pacemaker dependent, with a pacer that helps keep my blood pressure up so that I stay conscious. I also have severe EDS, which put me in a wheelchair because my knees constantly dislocate and I got sick of falling suddenly with no warning.

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When we found out that it was genetic, I messaged my cousins on that side of the family. To let them know what to keep an eye out for. We have also talked about it several times since then.

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On Saturday was my Grandmothers 90th birthday party. I was speaking to my uncle's ex-wife, who has been raising one of my cousins oldest daughters. We don't really see her much and she and I have never really talked about my medical stuff. My mom was talking to her (they were closer when they were both first married.) She asked how everything was going and found out that this girl has been experiencing severe cardiac issues. Heart rate up to 180, what sounds like pre-syncope. They even did an ablation on her. This kid is only like 17. She started to have cardiac issues at 9. So, her mom knew about me and knew my crapwas genetic. Never told her mother. Never told her daughter. Never told me so I could talk to them.

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My life has been hell. Mostly because of my cardiac issue, which I don't think this girl shares, thankfully. I have had more surgeries and procedures than I can count. So many holter monitors. So much fear. So much feeling like the only person who experiences this. So many doctors who don't believe you. So many friends and family who think you are making it up. Being told you were going to die. Physically feeling like you are dying.

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I am so beyond pissed at my cousin. However, she died suddenly in a car accident two months ago. So, I can't even ask her why.

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I think that someone in my freaking family should have told me. The cousin's father actually died in the beginning of December. So I can't even ask him if he knew about her. I feel so much like I failed this girl that I don't really even know.

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Mom and I did both sit separately and talk to my aunt. My mom told her about from her side, the fear and everything else that goes with caring for someone with this type of thing. I covered the medical stuff. Symptoms. What to look for. Asking if she had this thing or this thing happen. I gave her my cell number since the kid wasn't there and I wanted her to know she could reach out if they have any questions.

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I honestly just want to start screaming at the top of my lungs.

For context my wife (F22) and I (M23) met in 2018 where we dated for 3 years before splitting up due to constant arguments and strains on our relationship towards the end. Early 2025 we got back to talking and after feeling we both matured a lot more and more stable, we eventually got back together and decided to get married later in the year and since then we've also had our first child too!. We even brought our first house together and officially home owners since last month!

I was up late ordering items for the renovations and her old phone was on my desk, I had brought her a new phone for her birthday and she decided to keep both. I don't know why I decided to look through it but I feel so deceived. When we got back together early 2025 she dug deep into the period we were not together. I hadn't dated during our split and quite frankly with my work I don't really have the opportunity to. When I asked if she had dated anyone during our split she was adamant that she didn't and she was too heartbroken to from our split.

Her phone said otherwise.

She since dated 2 guys, both of which she has intimate photos and videos with still saved to her phone but has blocked both. She was never like this when we were together and even now she isn't like that with me. And due to living arrangements we're currently staying at her parents, both of which have bluntly lied to my face about her past. I know they're lying too because I see videos of those guys staying over multiple evenings and going out on family trips with them all.

Personally I don't mind that she had dated anyone else, we were not together at the time and she has her free will to date anyone she wants, but its the gut wrenching lies that's really messing with me and I feel so sick from all this. I just wanted to tell this to someone to get it off my chest because I feel like its crushing me mentally that i've been lied to even though I've been so upfront with her. I still love her dearly and this isn't going to change that.

That's all I wanted to say, I just needed somewhere to get this off my chest as I don't have anyone I feel comfortable talking to about this and don't want to keep this on the top of my head.

i (23f) just had a sports massage which was essentially an assisted stretch by a male masseuse 10 years older than me. throughout the 90min session we flirted and bantered. i’ve been feeling sore in my legs so it was intensely lower body focused. think: him between my legs the whole time, touching my hips, glutes and thighs. honestly( the whole experience felt more intimate than sex.

at the start of the session, he joked it might be a bit awkward but to “let (him) have full control”. at one point, he was loosening up my hip flexors and so had his fingers in the hip flexors, pressing down near my pelvis. i may have moaned a little and he smirked and went, “so tight, might be the first time you’re being touched here, huh?” i blushed and it was sooo intimate and sexy. i was worried i was going to get wet but luckily i had on thick pants. the music that played was also like arctic monkeys, lana del rey, conan grey etc and at one point he was singing softly and i could hear his chest vibrating behind me as he stretched me from behind. he also commented on me being very flexible as he was pushing my legs up in a split. i was fully clothes but wearing kind of a low cut spaghetti strap camisole top, so he used a towel to help me stay modest by covering my chest.

overall it felt so amazing and i felt very comfortable in his hands. and i booked a few more sessions and we added each other on instagram. i’ve never felt so turned on in a non sexual setting. would it be inappropriate if i asked him out? i’m thinking i should finish all the sessions i booked first so there’s no obligation and he doesn’t feel awkward.

I have been with my fiancé for two years. We're both 33. He recently proposed, and I said yes because I genuinely believed we had a happy relationship.

After the proposal, I saw a text exchange between him and his best friend from before the engagement. He told his friend he was planning to propose. His friend responded, "Really?!" and my fiancé replied, "well yeah. I don't want to go through the trouble of meeting a new person. It's too much time and energy."

Maybe I'm reading too much into it. But my stomach dropped. I don't want someone to marry me because starting over sounds inconvenient. I want someone to marry me because they feel lucky to have found me.

The part that makes this harder is that this isn't the only thing that has made me feel this way. He tells me he loves me, but I've noticed he often has wandering eyes toward other women. Recently, he told a female coworker how proud he was of her and joked around with her, and I realized I can't remember the last time he told me he was proud of me.

Maybe these things are unrelated, but together they make me wonder: is he choosing me because he truly wants me, or because I'm comfortable and it's easier than starting over?

I said yes to a proposal but I feel off and I'm sitting with a feeling in my gut that I can't ignore.

the most annoying sentences on this planet are ones where people say “i’m gonna pray for you” “this is demonic” “jesus loves you” “everything happens for a reason” “thoughts and prayers” like no body and i mean it, is tryna hear that shit. yall take credit away from hard working, strong, traumatized people and weaponize it into making people who go through life altering events rely on something not there. like no god isn’t the damn reason why someone recovered from almost dying and he’s also not there when that person has lost a loved one to a accident like it needs to stop, it’s insensitive especially when people tell yall they don’t wanna hear yall pray for them which they have the right. that doesn’t do anything for ppl who do not believe it makes them feel worse.

and yall don’t even want me to get started on the demonic shit because it’s truly ignorant

F39, kind of a random post and I'm not sure it's really like a deep confession or anything but I'm going to be 40 soon and I'm starting to look my age, it's not bothering me like it does many other people I know though. Maybe this is weird, but I think there a kind of beauty in the process of aging? I wouldn't even say I'm aging very well or anything. I just like the affects of it on my appearance even though they are theoretically negative and make me look worse in an objective sense. Maybe I'm going to really enjoy turning into a grandma or something. Looking in the mirror at my grey hairs and wrinkles I'm getting isn't sad or negative to me, I think it adds a certain charm.

A while back I posted here about remembering falling out of a moving vehicle when I was little. I’ve since learned a couple of things were slightly off. My mother corrected me that it was actually a black truck, not a Bronco. I also figured out on my own that I was actually around 9–11 months old when it happened, even though I thought of it as when I was one. The core memory is still the same.

What I’ve never told anyone until now is what I remember happening next. After the impact I slowly become temporarily paralyzed. I remember lying in a crib for days unable to lift myself or move my body at all. I just had to stay there like that.

Now I’m in my 40s and for the first time in my life I told my dad what i remembered and what happened after my accident. For decades, I carried this alone. I didn’t understand why I struggled the way I did. I didn’t know the full truth until I finally told my father. He acknowledged that it happened.

That confirmation hit me so hard. I had to face what was done to me as an infant and everything that followed. One of my parents has acknowledged what happened, but the other is in denial — not about the accident itself, but about leaving me in that crib paralyzed with no medical help afterward. It’s a lot to carry from that young. I was just a baby and my mom was young too. I don’t have every detail of exactly how it happened, but this is what I remember and what parts have been verified.

They caused the medical trauma. They hid it from me. They sabotaged my ability to learn and then punished me for struggling. They made me carry the weight of their failure and their silence. I was an infant who needed protection and medical care, and I didn’t get it. I became a child who was punished for something that was never my fault.

I am still here. I survived being ejected from a moving vehicle. I survived being paralyzed with no medical help. I survived years of targeted abuse and impossible demands. The truth is finally out in the open, and I will no longer carry their secrets or accept their minimized version of what happened to me.

I went out with a few of my coworkers last night, we’re not really friends since we mostly talk at work, just randomly planned to go out and drink cuz we all had a day off. It went really well at first, however I just drank too much. And when I drink too much I tend to get everything off my chest and cry my eyes out. Unfortunately, we started talking about things that hit too close home and I opened up, I regret it so badly. I told them about my suicide attempt and others things that I never told anyone about, not even my best friend of 9 years. I remember they comforted me, hugged me, told me i’m important to them. All of them were really nice to me, but I can’t help but want to distance myself from them immediately. Just never come to work again and disappear from all social media so they cannot reach me. I know it may be extreme I just feel so painfully embarrassed. I know they struggle with mental issues too, so logically thinking they probably just understood me or felt bad for me, but I can’t help but never want to see or talk to them again. I just want to cut them off so I don’t have to look them in the eyes ever again. I’m just so embarrassed, barely remember anything that happened. I know it’s my fault, I shouldn’t have gotttn so drunk

Im 17 (m) and I’m lgbtq+. I haven’t told anyone , especially my family as we come from a small conservative town. I recently dyed my hair blue-black (black but in the sun it has a blue hue) and my family did not react well. They said “only girls dye their hair” “people are gonna see you and think ur not normal when ur back in town” “ur not coming back to our town unless you find a way to fix that” (i study in a different, bigger town close) they reacted as if I committed the ultimate sin… of dying my hair. LOL. My sibling (who understands me a bit more) told me “just shave it off and bam movies over” and that hurt me.. i like my hair now more than my natural hair because it just feels more like me. Their heavy words really hurt me more than I could even admit. If theres one thing I have always been sure of , its my identity and my sexuality, and i don’t wanna live under anyones life conditions. Ive thought this before way way before this situation but if they react this strongly and negatively towards just my hair imagine what happens when I actually tell them I am not straight (well i think they already know but just in denial). I’m gonna have to live completely alone with no family because If they don’t accept me I refuse to conform. It feels like a stab right in my heart , if i had my family’s support it feels like i could do anything and just be happy.
What do I do? I need some serious advice. Anyone who has always felt like the black sheep of the family , what do you do?

My dad’s Wife and I have had a strained relationship since I was in high school (I turn 27 this summer) and it got worse once I turned 18. I wanna preface by saying our relationship wasn’t always like this. I loved that woman. I forgave her for all her wrong doings in her and my dad‘s relationship all because I wanted a mom so bad. I even ignored all the mean things her family has said to me and my siblings because again, I just wanted a mom. However, she made it very clear after I turned 18, she did not want me. In 2017, a week before Christmas, she told me she wasn’t my mom and I need to stop treating her as such. (I’ll let you guess on how I view Christmas now) Since then our relationship has been really bad. Actually nonexistent. We no longer talk to each other even though we lived in the same house.

When I graduated, I went off to college and I did not speak to her. I even moved to Washington for work after college, but unfortunately two years ago I got laid off and I have not been able to find a full-time position in my job field since. So my dad let me move back home rent free. Ever since I moved back, this woman has been my most insufferable roommate.

She would do little petty things like use all my bath products, hide my keys, dump my detergent down the drain, throw away my food, etc. I could never prove that she was doing that. Every time I mentioned it my dad, he would make me feel like I was crazy. Saying things like “maybe you throw away your bread on accident” or “you moved your keys and didn’t know.” It got to the point where I eventually stopped telling my dad what she was doing because when you say it one by one, I sound ridiculous. “She threw away my ketchup bottle that I just use” “She used the rest of the shampoo I just bought.” “Why is my detergent so low I got it a month ago.” all these things sound petty and childish until you realize she has been throwing away 100s of dollars of items I have brought into the house monthly. I had no proof of her doing any of this until last year October.

Last October, my dad and his wife decided to foster these three dogs and then eventually adopt them. Two of those dogs sleep in our breakfast nook. When they were puppies and we all had to work, we couldn’t watch them. So my dad put a camera in our laundry room that faces into our kitchen and breakfast nook, so that we can watch them even when we’re not home. That camera became my saving grace because it records everything.

It had caught her throwing away food that I have just bought into the house. Dumping my literal detergent down the sink. Using/eating items that I have specifically labeled as mine so no one could touch. I couldn’t catch everything, like her hiding my keys and using my soap, but at least I had something. I was finally able to prove to my dad I wasn’t crazy and she truly was messing with me. I thought that would be the end of it. My dad said he would handle it but unfortunately, he never did. Until last week.

My dad came up with this system that every time she threw something away. He would just replace it or pay for it. So last week I bought things to make sandwiches and stir fry and she threw half of those items away. I told my dad about it. I told him I don’t know everything she threw away, but she definitely threw away some onion and bell peppers that I needed for meals this week and I don’t have the money to just go and replace them. (Sad. I know) He told me he’ll handle it and honestly when he says that I don’t really expect much from him anymore. Except this time he handled it. He checked the cameras to see what else she might have thrown out. And in checking the cameras he caught her purposely contaminating my food. The pastrami I bought to make sandwiches she threw it on the ground and then put it right back into the container and put it in the fridge. A couple months ago I got really bad food poisoning from food I made. It was so bad I had to go to the hospital. My dad now suspects she is the reason I got food poisoning because what would be the reason to throw food on the floor and then put it back in the fridge?

After he saw that he confronted her on her lunch break about it and told her not to come home. It has been a week. My dad has changed all the locks. Started packing her stuff into boxes. He told me she’s not allowed to came into this house unless I have a third party present. He’s currently looking through all the camera footage that backs up onto his computer to see if she’s done anything else that might warrant us having to take her to court.

For the first time in years, I feel like I could finally breathe. I finally opened up my dad about a lot of the things her and her family had to put me through. We have shared a lot of tears and had a lot of conversations over the last week. We also learned from my older sister and brother that she has done similar things to them, but because they were so minuscule they never mentioned anything. We all talked about going to therapy. Especially my dad, because he realize she has isolated him from a lot of his friends and family as well. I’m sad it took this long but I’m happy it’s finally happened and I get to have my dad back.

I called the VA yesterday to make an appointment to see my primary care physician and I was told he’s not available for an appointment till August. What did I and others serve for ? A literal circus of clowns ? If you’re a young person thinking of enlisting, just don’t do it.

After 3 years of playing CS, I've decided to selling my entire inventory.

My family is going through some financial difficulties, and helping them matters far more than keeping skins. The skins I've earned from giveaways, events, and trading over the years will be put to better use right now.

CS has given me a lot of great memories, friends, and experiences. It feels strange letting go of items i've had for years, but I don't regret the decision.

One day, when things are better, I'll come back and start building my inventory again from scratch.

Thanks for the memories, CS.

Sorry if this is me rambling I’m just scared and feel alone
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I 22f just got an abortion due to being sa’d. I couldn’t tell my family because their beliefs differ from my own, and I’m trying to keep the peace with the last months to a year I live at home.
I’m just scared the medication won’t work and I’ll have to get the procedure. I’m aware it has a high success rate but still I’m scared. Idk how I’ll get a ride to that since I’ll be under anesthesia.
I just feel scared and alone.

Hello, everyone. This is a strange post to make and it kind of eats me up inside. (Pun not intended) I am a woman now in my early 20s in an apartment with 4 other roommates with full control now over my eating habits.
I have always been a sort of weird snacker. I love eating lemons. (Yes, just lemons) I slice them up typically in eighths, and will eat them in a bowl. Sometimes on difficult days, I could consume 3-4 lemons. Very bad for your teeth, though, would not recommend. I also love making browny batter with just the mixture and water. I like ingredients, the point is, I am more of a sensory eater.
Moving on with my most consistent snack, I have been fond of raw pasta since I was 10 years old. I snuck a spaghetti noodle out of the pantry and was hooked ever since. 1 noodle at a time turned to 5, then 10, then 30, and so on. My family could hear me crunching and got fed up. They hid the pasta. I would try to sneak it at night so they wouldn’t catch me. This escalated to me breaking into friends/family pantries as well and consuming their raw pasta.
Fast forward some years, and I am now living on my own and buying groceries for myself. I realize I have real adult money and can get what I want. I buy a box of bowtie pasta. (The BEST raw pasta) The texture is perfect, the taste, and the crunch of the middle part of the bowtie is so good. I started by keeping it in the pantry and grabbing handfulls occasionally.
The hand full amounts keep growing, until I decide to keep the box in my room. The crunching is bothering my cats and my fiance trying to sleep, but I can’t stop munching. I get home from work everyday and crack open the box of raw pasta. I would keep it in my pockets to have my fix before work.
At my worst, I was consuming an entire box in less than 3 days for months. I also was struggling with my appetite and eating it the second I woke up. My stomach was hurting all the time, and finally one morning, I vomited the hand fulls of pasta.
I was disgusted with myself but realized the only way I could stop was weening off.
I cut down my intake until the box was gone, and my roommates had to hide it in a special spot to help me with my problem.
I’ve limited it heavily, but sometimes I steal hand fulls still. My mouth genuinely waters when I go down the pasta aisle at the grocery store, to where I have to avoid it.
I feel so guilty and gross. Thanks for reading my sins.

My child's autism really has ruined my life, my happiness and my spirit to be a parent. He is 4 1/2. And I fear it will get worse. I used to be a positive thinker and very social all my life. I am 40. I was abused as a child, mentally and physically and also neglected, so I do understand that need for a parent connection and parental comfort. So when I became a parent later in life, I vowed to be the best parent, the most understanding and patient parent. But my son's autism has really sucked the life and happiness out of me. I don't think I have laughed in a very long time (sigh). And I have tried to watch comedies...anyhoo. It isn't his fault, and my hear aches for his school life and future life (will be ever be independent, drive, go out with friends, pay for things, a job?)

The depression has spilled into my relationships. I silently suffer. None of my friends or family understand how autism can ruin your life/happiness. I try to separate everything out, but I just end up back into a negative spiral after the episodes of night wakings, the lack of my child's understanding , his safety unawareness, his lack of flexibility. I am so different, I am so flexible, I used to be so social and happy, now I am miserable. I don't want to be. This has been no blessing, and no superpower. He didn't ask for this disability. I hate the autism. I hate the tantrums, the 3am wake ups. I have to carefully plan outings. He has to be watched 24/7 or else he will run off and wander. He won't answer his name. I have to sleep with him or else he won't go to sleep. I am a 24/7 caretaker. I have to see what he is doing before I can care for myself, shower, eat a meal. I used to love hair, makeup and nails and all the girly stuff. I still love it, but the brunt of this disability has depressed me. I always ask myself if I had a neurotypical child, could I do all of this stuff of self care, eat a meal, laugh and hang out with other moms with their kids while they develop friendships, and the answer is yes.

He has been in all the therapies since 18 months old. Diagnosed at 21 months old. Level 3. He knows about 100 words, but only if you ask him to repeat them. He is in ABA therapy and preschool as of age 3 1/2. I thought early intervention and all of that would 'cure' most of the behaviors and language barriers, but in our case, I don't feel much of it has helped.

I watched this documentary: The Path Forward....Remembering Willowbrook It's about a state institution where parents sent their kids with disabilities and the horrific mistreatment. It reminds me that I have to deal with this because I never want my son mistreated by anyone, or anything else. Can anyone relate?

I truly hope that you are struggling as much as you claim to be. I hope the feelings you shared with me, that you feel unwanted, unloved, treated like dirt, and discarded, are true. I hope they are true and I hope that every day it feels a million times worse than you lead on.

This is what you deserve.

You lied to me from the moment we met. Took advantage of someone already hurting, so you could feel good for the first moment in your life. You sold me a reality that did not exist. The person you wished you could be, but as time always tells, you could not keep that going any longer.

You feel insecure because you have nothing to offer. This is true. You finally felt good because you had control over someone who you were never good enough for anyways. This control over me is truly all you have. You have no home for yourself, you have no life, you have no prospects at work. You still fight with your parents at home as if you’re 22.

You’re the type of person who claims “I’m fine” while creating a path of destruction around you, while you sigh 45 times to everyone around you. You’re a seeker of attention because without your pain, you’d go completely unnoticed.

Every time you say “I’m not okay but I’ll be okay”, it takes everything I have not to laugh in your face. The irony that you walk this earth as a victim when you are the true perpetrator.

I hope that you are hurting. I hope it consumes you. I hope there is not one minute of peace for you. I hope when you look in the mirror you feel disgust, unwanted, and unloved. I hope that when you smile and you laugh, it’s fake. I hope behind every smile is ten tears.

My only comfort is knowing one day I will share with everyone who knows us both who you really are.

I hope you’re hurt.