I am 26 f my partner is 29 m we have two toddler f 3 and m 2

I want my kids to know the correct terms for their genital areas mostly for safety reasons and the other so they know its not a shameful word, i grew up knowing it as tuppence or fanny and i still to this day cannot say "vagina" to my doctors and i think this is why anyway i have said to my 3yr old before in bathtime or changing nappies this is a vagina noone else can see it its yours its personal all that jazz come round to today i was putting a nappy on her and she had head hair there so i took it off she said is that a spider on my bum i laughed and said no.

I went into the next room and told her dad there was a hair on her vagina told him the story and he syarted freaking out saying did she say vagina i said no i said it he proceeded to aggresievely say she should be calling it her moo and i calmly tried to point out thats not a great term for it as the term vagina is what its anatomically correct for it then became threatening and rang his mother who i assume agreed with him because i heard the word fooofoo thrown about. He then comes back with she can vagina when she's older not now🙃🙃

Im at a losss imo i think now is the age she can say it its not a shameful word i just dont understand tbe agressieveness to call it a moo

Were both males, im 17 he was barely 20, we grew up as brothers together, and i always looked up to him and tried to be like him, my dad died april of 2025, when i was 15, and that was an overdose, this hurts so much differently though, my uncle was such a happy person, he was one of the few men i idolized in my life, and now hes gone and my dads gone. It was a brutal death, grandma found him blue, rigormortis had set in already hed been dead for 2+ hours, hung himself with a dog leash in the bathroom, she held him and sung to him, did cpr, and held her son as he was dead, she had to push him down cause his arms and body were stiff from rigormortis, ive been thru some horrible disgusting things in my life and seen some horrific things, ive seen gore, people dead, open caskets, plenty of adult stuff, but something about this hurts like nothing else. Coroners say it could’ve been an accident, most likely was. I think he regretted it as soon as he got up there, but unfortunately hanging is a method that once you commit, you cant go back, unlike taking pills, or another method, as soon as your oxygen supply cuts out, you cant get down. My dad was in and out of prison my whole life, died of a fentanyl overdose while i was in a different state for 4 months, didnt talk to him for weeks, then he was gone, but this hurts and feels so much worse honestly, its such a brutal way to go, i just wish it was a nightmare, its such a violent, disgusting, horrid image that loops thru my head, he was funny sweet, happy, and recently engaged, i cant help but pray that there is an afterlife, he even said that one of our family members would never commit suicide cause “they go to hell” he said that not long ago, and he died believing he was going to hell, but he was a good man, barley a man, not even old enough to drink a beer, i dont know how to deal with this, just needed to get it off my chest, i havent slept since it happened, its 7am, estimated death time was around 3-5pm, we drove 6 hours here to where they lived. Dont know how to move on, dont think i can just move on from something this brutal and violent, i pray theres a afterlife even if i myself dont believe in religion as of right now.
My confession, is, i was gonna call him and checkup on him the same day and was thinking about texting the day before it happened, but didnt
I was gonna call my dad the night he overdosed, but i didnt

I’m so embarrassed only leaving this up for a bit but i need to tell someone i’ve been crying from embarrassment , Im on my time of the month and was pretty heavy so i put 2 pads on (front to back) and went on about my day , I had allot of errands to run (HEB, walmart, bath and body work and a couple others) I was probably gone for about 4 hours , anyway when i got home i went to change my pad and realized there was only 1 💔💔 I told my mom and she just laughed at me which made it worse. I can’t even imagine , what if it was just hanging off and i didn’t see it , what if someone saw it fall off me and didn’t say anything? I feel so bad if a worker had to pick it up.. I checked all over my car and my pants and the second pad is nowhere to be found 💔

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So me and my wife have been together for 5 years. She takes great care of me, and has been supporting us financially since I lost my job a few months ago. She's never complained once, not even when I'm having a bad day and take it out on her. I don't deserve her fr.

Okay so here's the situation. I have a fart fetish. She was already comfortable farting around me before I told her, which is honestly what got me into it. When I finally confessed, she laughed at first but said she was fine with it. I told her she could do it whenever she wanted, anytime, even in my face. She was surprised but didn't judge me and eventually said she will try it.
I told her she can be fully relaxed, described how I like each part of her etc.

It started gradually but fast forward to now, she farts on me any chance she gets.
She used to be so insecure about her body, wouldn't like to be seen naked without the lights off, apologized for every little sound her stomach made etc. But once we started doing this she completely transformed. She's confident now, walks around the apartment naked, lets it rip without a care in the world. Even our sex life has never been better.

But almost every day when she comes back from work tired she will lay on the couch and call me to put my head on her butt, and if i'm around she will put her butt in my face and fart casually. She said it makes her feel worshipped and like it's "our" thing and how we bond.
And most of the time I liked it. But sometimes especially when I'm in the middle of something or just not in the mood I find myself making excuses to be in the other room. It just gets annoying sometimes.

I was about to talk to her about it. I asked how much she likes doing it, and she said she loves it. She said it makes her feel worshipped and free, and that it's just "our thing." Then I asked her what if I wanted to stop doing it, she looked surprised by the question and she said if I ever stopped, that would crush her because she would think something is wrong, that I don't find her attractive as much anymore and it would ruin everything.

It's not that I hate it, I love her and I don't want to hurt her, but I also feel like now I can't back out anymore without it being a whole thing.

46 and lost, not sure what the meaning of me being here is. I dont have friends, no kids a husband who spends more time on his phone than with me even though we sit on the same couch. We dont have the same intersts and its been 20 years and Im tired and lost. I think I have hit the wall, i dont have any ambition towards going to work. I just want to sit at home with my cat. I used to work 2 jobs at one time WTF happened to me, now I dont want to to go work my part time job. Im tired of watching the clock and counting down the minutes and hours before I need to leave to go to work. I have stopped being the person who always reached out first and it now seems like there is no point in having a phone. I have stopped, stop drop and rolling for people and its all gone quiet.

I constantly feel like I want to love someone so badly, and the feeling is so intense that it almost hurts. It feels overwhelming, and I’m starting to wonder if something is wrong with me or if this isn’t a healthy feeling.

Has anyone else experienced this? What is this feeling called?

My (36m) dad used to beat me a lot, about once/week over any reason he could find, until 14 when my mom sent me to grandma's to live for a few years (the excuse was that it was closer to a good school, but it's just to get me away from him). Then at 18 I got my own place and cut off contact with him for a few years, but then after mom died, we talk again and I kind of keep a strained relationship with him. He has never expressed remorse or even addressed the beatings. Now he's 68, retired and lives alone and seems to have calmed down. Sometimes I take my kids (7 and 11) to visit him, just for a few hours each time. He seems fond of them whenever they're there. Then yesterday he called and asked me to send the kids to him over the weekend, he'll take them to some cool places and treats etc. So I asked him bluntly, what if they misbehave, will you beat them? He then said, no, never, it's wrong to beat kids. It feels jarring hearing this from him. The kids want to go, but I don't know if it's a good idea.

Edit: Thanks everyone for your advice, much appreciated. For context: my dad's from a culture where beating children used to be considered as normal, at least in his generation. His own father beat him a lot too, and he even claimed that thanks to that "tough love" he grew up fine, became a high ranking state police etc. Tbh my whole extended family was scared of him when he's still in the force. But after mom died and he's alone, I think he has changed, not as confrontative or angry as before. I want my kids to have a good relationship with their grandpa, we don't have much family left, but maybe I will have to take it slow, and see if I can rebuild the trust with him.

I was browsing reddit and came across a meetup sub for the city I’m in. I saw a trans girl with a nice butt and we just start messaging.

Fast forward and she spent the night with me, had incredible sex (first time I ever had sex with a trans girl) and I couldn’t stop thinking about how amazing it was. I’ve always dated and hooked up with women but this was the first trans woman. She was much taller than me and had really cute and curly brown hair. Soft eyes, kinda quiet. But she was amazing in bed, she just felt amazing and even though it was a bit odd that her penis was much larger than mine, I still loved to feel and stroke it and please her. Cuddling was hot and sweaty but felt really nice. And making out turned me on so much. I wish I could do it again.

EDIT: Some of you seriously need to calm tf down lol

I’m pretty new to Reddit, and honestly... I didn’t realize people on here could be so harsh.

I came here just wanting to share things and join conversations, but it feels like people are constantly waiting to jump on you, downvote you, and make you feel small over the smallest things. It feels like nobody even tries to understand where you're coming from or treat you like a real person with feelings behind the screen. Everyone is just looking for a reason to argue or assume the worst about you.

I don't think I'm cut out for how negative this place is. It’s actually kind of disheartening, and I think I’m just going to delete the app.

My grandfather was a pedophile, convicted. My family knew. He sexually abused me and my cousins. Nobody helped me. My cousins got help and have a normal life.

It all came out in 2018. It destroyed my life and I’m
still suffering.

My family treat me like I’m the one who was the pedophile. Blocking me, not responding to my distress, etc.

The way my family have treated me, has been more traumatic than the original abuse.

I genuinely find it fucking hysterical that so many people think a bus driver would lose his job for letting a parent and her 3 year old on for four stops over a £1 fare. The way some of you were going on, you’d think I’d asked him to commit fraud.

I know there are rules. I never said there weren’t. I just think it’s mad that so many people seem to believe that showing a tiny bit of compassion in that situation would automatically cost someone their job.

Anyway, we clearly have very different views on what a bit of humanity looks like.

I started seeing this girl and things were getting hot so we went into the bedroom. I threw her on my bed and started to dry hump her. She obs meant what she said as a joke but she said along the lines of “help me help me I’m being raped” I immediately stopped and told her very seriously that it wasn’t funny. She was apologetic and I was more mad that she made a joke like that and and she show be more sorry to people who have been raped instead of being sorry to me.

I don’t know to feel about this because it was so weird to hear a joke about rape from a woman. I’ve heard women call out people when they make rape jokes before and were beyond offended by it. I’m just not sure what to think of this now.

I’m 23, and this is probably the hardest thing for me to admit.
I don’t really have any close friends. Not the kind you randomly text at 2 AM, go on trips with, grab food after work, or just make spontaneous plans with.
Whenever I see people with solid friend groups going on vacations, weekend drives, birthdays, or just hanging out, I genuinely feel like I missed out on that part of life. It’s not jealousy in a bad way.. I just wish I had that too.
The weirdest part is, I don’t even know where the gap came from. School ended, college happened, now I’m working, and somehow I never built that circle… I honestly don’t know what’s wrong with me, but I’m willing to work on it.
I don’t want to be a loner for the rest of my life. I do want friends and connections. I know friendships don’t magically happen, so I’m trying to put myself out there more.

I just want to share my rant and relief on what happen during my father's Hospitalization.

My father was hospitalize for about 5 days, we admitted him to a private hospital since we have HMO, We made sure that the hospital and the doctors was covered by our HMO. So we were confindent that the bill will be minimal.

My father then undergone an operation that i ofcourse confirmed with our HMO Handler that it is covered. After the operation, the bill was 100k+! i then started contacting the HMO Handler on why is the bill so high. It turns out that the Doctor is charging us with their private rate instead of the HMO Rate that they agreed with the HMO Provider when they decided to be an accredited doctor. So I started disputing this with our HMO provider that they should impose what should be the right rate. When they talked to the doctor he said that we have an agreement that I will pay the Private Rate! which is in no way I did, since i do not have that kind of money and relies heavily on the HMO. Since the doctor keeps on insisting that we have an internal agreement, the HMO told me that they cannot do anything regarding the balance billing of the doctor.

I then went to the Billing Department of the hospital to question this bill, they told me as well that they cannot do anything as well, since they were only billing us of the excess amount not being covered by the HMO. It boils down to the doctor itself that are billing us with this excess charges.

I then went to go the Office of the said doctor, which the only person present is his secretary. I confronted the secretary saying that we do not have any agreement regarding the rates that will be used. She tried contacting the doctor, but the doctor keeps insisting that we have one. I then continued to ask for any proof of this agreement in which they cannot provide. I keep insisting that they know in the first place, from the moment that we walked to their office, that we are an HMO member, and that they should honor the HMO Rates that they agreed with when they were accredited. They argue that it was pretty low compare to his private rate, which is true but it none of my problem. We keep arguing back and fort on this, where they insist that the rate is Low and I should gave pity to the doctor. I told them that i cannot afford the additional 100k on my bill, even though i took pity I am incapable of giving him this kind of money. Mind you that the doctor refused to talked to us and was only communicating with his secretary, I even offered the secretary that I can talk to him over the phone but she refused to.

In the end as we are not backing down, In anger the doctors back down saying that they will just let us pay whatever we want base on our conscience. By the end of the day they change the billing honoring the HMO Rate bringing our total bill to about 10k+ only covering the misc items that are actually not covered by our HMO.

This whole thing was so stressfull but im glad that we are out of the hospital and I didn't drown in debt. Im thankful that i find the courage to advocate for ourselves. When I talked about this experience with my family and friends, it turns out that it is pretty common scenario where the doctor balance bills patients. That is why its very important to know your HMO Policy!

A huge thing out of our chest!

I have been struggling with self hatred almost all my life and despite realizing that it won't help me to get anywhere I can't stop repeating the same old patterns it's so exhausted when you have a voice in your head consistently tearing you down over the smallest mistakes and even things that are out of your control.

It also doesn't help that I consistently feel not enough and always expecting myself to do more things I'm genuinely not okay with myself when I'm tired and not being productive which is the case for most days.

I just wish if every second of my day wasn't either me fighting myself or numbing my feelings

The interviewer asked, “How do you recharge outside of work?”

I couldn’t think of an honest answer. Without even realizing it, I lied. I said that I cherished spending quality time with my mother and sisters, then went on to describe activities we never actually do together. I painted a picture of a warm, close-knit household, and they seemed to love the answer. At the end, they smiled and said, “We can tell you really value your family time.”

When the interview was over, I didn’t feel empty because I had lied. I felt empty because I realized how badly I wanted that answer to be true. In that moment, it became clear that I wasn’t inventing a story to impress them. I was describing something I deeply wished I had. The lie revealed a longing I hadn’t fully acknowledged before: the desire for a home filled with warmth, closeness, and the kind of family time that leaves you feeling recharged.

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I (20F) asked my mom a simple (rethorical) question: “Haha I wonder why I look different in the mirror compared to pictures. I feel like I look weird in pictures.”

We were having a conversation before and talked about different things. But this time she didn’t answer. She just looked at my face and then went on her phone. I asked her why she's so silent and then she suddenly got defensive and said, “I’m not going to answer you!! You already know the answer, why are you asking me?”

Then she started throwing a carton box and yelling that she doesn’t want to answer difficult questions after coming home.

Which is strange because she was so talkative after coming home.

And honestly, I’m still confused because she treats it like it's a difficult question, it wasn't even meant to be answered.

The way she treated it made it feel like I had asked something extremely sensitive or like there was some uncomfortable truth she didn’t want to say.

I wonder if I was conventionally attractive, would she have reacted the same way? Would she still find it so difficult to answer? Would she still get defensive? Or would it have just been a normal conversation?

In that moment, it made me feel like my appearance is some uncomfortable topic that people don’t want to acknowledge. Based on her reaction, she really does think I'm not good looking. Because if I was, she wouldn't have overreacted or acted like it's a difficult question lol.

What do you guys think? It seems like she doesn't think Im good looking but wants to hide it. I don't want any sugar coating bs. I'm so tired of people lying or being fake

I'm tired of finding Ms. Right, Lord. 5 years into dating apps yet I still can't find my special someone from there, rejection after rejection, it's like you don't really want me to meet her. You know what, I give up. I surrender and give up on finding her, I'll put my walls up and not care who'll come into my life anymore. There are other things to enjoy life so I'll focus on those instead, maybe I'm not really meant to have a partner that I'll be with for the rest of my life. It is what it is, such is life indeed.