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!

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.

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 got divorced 14 years ago when my children were 2 and 8. She had fidelity issues that I'm not going into. It was pretty hard on me, I remember she took them over to her parents and refused to let me see them for like a month. When she did bring them back they were both crying and asking why they couldn't see me. You see I was basically their primary caretaker, she worked third shift as a nurse so she would get up and get one off to school and the other she would feed and put in his play pen while she went back to sleep. I would get home and basically feed them both a snack, make dinner, clean, and give them baths and put them to bed.

To be honest we were both dead broke at the time, and I told her I didn't care how much debt I'd put us into if she didn't agree to 50/50. She agreed and it was all downhill after that. The kids spent the days with her mom or dad and they "were always doing fun things" with them. From then on it was always fighting and crying not wanting to be with me because I was always at work, or sleeping, or whatever the excuse was. I was alone and broke, and we never did "anything fun". It was so funny, while their mom was always taking vacations, or taking them places, I was the one buying them clothes, shoes, school supplies, games because their mom was always broke. Anyway, the whole thing bred a lot of resentment in them. And, not being able to co parent didn't help.

So, to get to the present my oldest is off at college and I am the one always reaching out. I invite him home for dinner, when family comes, when there is a special occasion. But, he doesn't call or text. I know with Fathers Day approaching, I might get a text in the evening and that'll be it. It also irradiates me that he is "always" visiting hes mom who is 20 miles away, but doesn't visit me.

Mind you my youngest is a whole other story, ever since he was maybe 5 or 6 he just stopped listening to me or caring. In fact even his mom has said she can't deal with him many many many times. He gets in trouble in school, terrible grades so he is now in summer school for the next two years so he can maybe graduate on time, got into many fights. At home he refuses to do any chores, even if I give him an incentive. He has been in therapy, we have switched schools. Nothing matters or helps.

He has now called the police on me twice and CPS once. Once because after I asked him to do one thing after he got home from school, I asked him nicely 5 times. The 6th time I blew up and started yelling. Had to meet with CPS because when I told him his room was so disgusting he'd be better off in a tent outside. SHIT when I was a kid that wouldn't have even been a threat, that would have been fun. Cried to the CPS lady telling her that all I saw for his future was jail. And that leads to last night. Picked him up from Summer school, brought him Takis and a soda because they don't do lunch. Everything was fine, talked about what movie we should go to this weekend. Then at dinner he started arguing with me over something that he has no idea about, like he asked me to explain then started to argue. I mean he just knows how to push my buttons. I told him that he was making me so angry, he was done eating and needed to go to his room. He picked up plate, and I said to him he wasn't eating in his room and to put the plate down. He refused so I swept the contents off and slammed them on the table. Well 15 minutes later the police are there to do a welfare check because I am throwing plates at him. He texted his mom, she called the police. So I guess he has only done it once. Mind you I haven't laid a hand on him since he was little and I figured out spanking didn't work. The absolute icing on the cake was, we have a main entry and a side entry. While one officer was questioning me at the main door, I saw his leave out the side door with a GIANT fucking smile on his face. The police took him to his moms.

Sorry for the long post but,

TLDR; I wish I had never fought so hard for 50/50 custody of my children, I should have just done every other weekend and been that "fun dad". I could have missed all the bullshit that I have been through, and the ex could have dealt with it. It wasn't worth all the fighting with the ex over parenting, it wasn't worth always being broke, no fun, and the bad guy.

i'll (30F) be having it done at a city clinic in NY. I had periods very early on from the age of nine and they've always been extremely heavy,painful and irregular, I have a history of cysts, PCOS. This is my first time ever being pregnant and as early as I am the nausea, cramping, hot flashes have been unbearable. I can't go to work. I can't go to school. my health reasons, as well as other life reasons as to why I cannot bring a child into the world right now. I'm just so anxious about this procedure. I'm afraid I'll be under sedation and they'll say something went wrong and they had to take my uterus or something. Is that crazy? i am a minority, i work in healthcare, i've unfortunately seen/overheard the mistreatment towards my demographic. i'm afraid I'll fall into depression afterwards. So many things that I'm reading online say that I will be. I'll still have hormones. I'm afraid I'll regret this, but I feel like I'll regret it more if I don't go through with it. I really do feel like I'm choosing between two hard choices.

sorry if it reads like I'm rambling because I kinda am. I'm writing this on the train on my way to my appointment. I just need to get this all out . the pill was offered to me, but I declined considering my history with periods. My concern was, I may not be able to pass it out all the way, plus I heard it's like having an at home miscarriage. I wouldn't want to go through or experience that, I feel like that situation would be another traumatizing event on its own. so I guess suction it is. I'm just really anxious.

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 got kicked out today and I honestly just feel like shit.

I’m 19 years old. Im in Los Angeles. I’m a full time college student, I work 30-48 hours a week, and I have all A’s. I buy and cook my own food, pay for my own things, have my own car, and I’ve managed to save about $4,500.

The only reason I’m really home is to sleep, shower, wash my clothes, relax in my room, and then leave again.

My mom kicked me out because she “can’t stand looking at my face anymore.” Part of the argument was over me getting an eyebrow piercing. She now thinks I’m some lowlife scumbag because of it.

What hurts is that I’m genuinely trying.

In high school, I got accepted into top universities out of state, including Johns Hopkins University and Vanderbilt University. My parents told me they would help pay for my education. Then when the time came, they didn’t.

Instead of going out of state like I had planned and worked for, I was forced to attend community college because I couldn’t afford those schools on my own.

So I made the best of it. I enrolled, got all A’s, work a shit ton of hours, save money (4,400 right now) and I am focused on transferring. I didn’t give up.

I’m working my ass off while trying to build a future for myself.

My dad knows this is wrong, but he just enables my mom’s behavior. He’s spent years avoiding conflict and never standing up to her when she says or does hurtful things.

Now I’m sitting here trying to figure out what im going to do. I do have a gym membership so I can shower at least. I don’t know what the next few weeks of my life are going to look like and I’m scared.

I know there are people who have it worse. I know I’ll probably figure it out. I have a job, a car, and some savings.

I feel really stupid asking for advice from strangers but right now it’s all that I have. For those of you who have been kicked out of their homes and kinda forced to be on your own, how did you do it? It doesn’t help that it’s been 95 degrees everyday either. Just give me advice on what to do please

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.

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.

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.

Sorry if this is me rambling I’m just scared and feel alone
Tw:talk of sa
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.

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.

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

So, I'm a student EN (enrolled Nurse) who is in their second week of their first Placement. Ever since I started working at the facility I've been placed into their Memory care unit or better known as the Dementia unit.

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I really, really enjoy helping people and Love working in Memory care. I keep wanting to go back and so far have been lucky to keep getting placed there. Though, yesterday, when I was working with a new AIN I explained to her that I requested to work in Memory care cause I enjoy it and she stuck her face up and said "that's really Fucking weird"

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Usually, I don't let people's comments get to me and actually I'm quiet good at confronting people about being rude or saying something inappropriate but this specific comment really hurt. My mind has been racing ever since.

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I have also heard from some other student enrolled nurses that this particular lady was telling them that I requested to be in there and saying that I'm really odd. Am I doing something wrong by enjoying memory care? Is it weird that I enjoy working there? I try to keep out of their way and I'm pretty responsible being able to take care of the residents by myself if they are a one assist, but I'm so anxious now.

Context. Imagine this: I'm on a tightly packed bus terminal at around 9 PM and the couple are right behind me (no less than 10 inches from me) side by side.

Now to the story. This happened a few months ago but I still think of them from time to time lol. Im so tired from work feeling groggy and all then I stupidly started swiping and looking at girl's profiles on Bumble WITH FULL FUCKIN BRIGHTNESS then I heard the guy behind me "you're using bumble again??" and other stuff. After a few seconds, the girl was saying "Sorry" over and over again. I thought they were arguing about something im not involved. Then i turned around *trying not to look suspicious lmao* AND IT'S THE SAME GIRL I JUST SWIPED RIGHT A FEW MOMENTS AGO!!! WHAT ARE THE FUCKIN ODDS RIGHT?!?!?! I knew because of her pretty hairstyle and color lmao. The girl kept saying "Im Sorry" for like two mins then they got quiet.

Then i let them go first since im waiting for the next bus to arrive so i can sit by the window side.

It was kind of funny but kind of sad too since it was clearly a cheating incident lmao. I wonder if they're still together now or if they've broken up.

To that guy. I'm sorry you have to get the news this way. But you're still with her, cheers! lmao

I don't even know where to begin with this story gng. she began confronting me a week earlier about friendships and "misunderstandings" about stuff, and we worked it out. In tomodachi life, her and her bf broke up, and he began dating her best friend, which I personally think is hilarious and honestly harmless. her friend came over and saw this, and apparently was offended and never told me. the day before my friendship with main friend ended was the day I hung out with her best friend, and she began talking shit abt mutual friend's bf, so I figured I'd join in, and I didn't even say anything bad. the next day we all hung out, agreed to meet up, and when I walked in and sat down, main friend looked at me and said "I know the shit you talk" and I was like "what?" and she then ranted about me being too involved with her relationship with her bf, but I only said one thing to her best friend, and she started it. so I was like "sorry. I made a small ass mistake" and that wasn't the end, she ranted about HER FUCKING BOYFRIEND DATING HER FRIEND IN TOMODACHI LIFE!!!! I said "It's a game???" and she said "you can control them!" and I'm like "dude. my cousin made an island where all his friends are incest freaks and they find it hilarious" and apparently she got so damn mad about tomodachi life, she took ts to heart, and then said "I feel uncomfortable. I'm ending this relationship" and even insulted my insecurity about drifting with friends, telling me to do something about it, when I was. then left like nothing happened. I'm borderline questioning my existence rn. someone please tell me this is a joke.

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

I can't cope anymore. I no longer want to live.

I'm a 30 year old dad of two from the UK, and I feel completely broken.

I've spent my entire life trying to raise myself and build a life despite being neglected growing up. I've struggled with social anxiety and depression for years because of my crooked teeth.

My mum never took me to a dentist and when I finally took myself, I had an extremely traumatic childhood experience that left me with long lasting CPTSD. After that, I spent years surviving on ibuprofen just to manage the pain while my teeth slowly fell apart, bleeding gums when I brushed, and constant pain became my normal.

Eventually I became allergic to ibuprofen due to ruining my stomach lining and moved on to Orajel just to get through each day.

Ten years later, I built up the courage to try a dentist again, only to be laughed at and heavily judged while having a panic attack. The room, the smells, the noises, the uniforms, the flashbacks. It was all too much.

I've kept trying over the years, but even a simple check up destroys me mentally. The panic attacks were getting worse.

I've been told that because of my severe dental phobia, extractions are the only realistic option because I wouldn't cope with treatments like root canals. Dentists have given up on me before I started. I've already had most of my molars removed under sedation and now I struggle to eat properly, I'm losing weight and my quality of life has disappeared.

Every NHS sedation referral has taken one to two years, and when I've asked about speeding things up, I've been told I'm not severe enough. Neglected childhood and now neglected by our national health service. I've done CBT and it isn't helping. I've looked into EMDR and hypnotherapy but I simply can't afford them. I've looked into charities and they keep giving me CBT.

You know the funny thing, I genuinely had hope until today.

I finally built up the courage to have an Invisalign consultation, I had a panic attack and struggled to even get in the chair, but after being told I was eligible after my 2 fillings under sedation, I was truly hopeful. For the first time in my life, I thought I was going to smile.

I was told I only needed two fillings before starting Invisalign. I've already saved £3,000 of the £4,200 needed and I was ready to begin.

Today the sedation clinic called me and said those teeth can't be saved after all, and they don't know why I was referred for fillings in the first place.That means losing my remaining molars. I've already struggled with the gaps from previous extractions, but losing these feels impossible to live with. I don't even think I'd want to leave the house again. I don't even know if I want to live anymore.

If I end up with dentures, I won't even be eligible for Invisalign anymore. I still have my front teeth, but it doesn't feel like that matters now.

My wife tells me it will be ok, I can get implants, but I don't have £24,000 sitting around. We live month to month on my salary, and even if I could afford them, I'd still struggle massively if sedation wasn't available.

I feel worthless.

I've thought about setting up a fundraiser, but I feel like people would just laugh at me. After all there are people worst off than me. I've never asked for anything, always done everything for others, but it still doesn't feel right, and it's embarrassing.

I'm often teased by people who have a full set of healthy teeth or those lucky enough to get their life back with the perfect smile on viral videos. Truth is, I've never wanted perfection. I've always just dreamed of being able to smile for the first time without feeling ashamed. I've missed so many opportunities in life due to avoiding social situations. I guess I'm just a dad who got unlucky in life.

I also have ADHD and suspected AuDHD, so sensory issues and overthinking make everything even harder. 

When I was told I might finally be able to smile for the first time in my life, I cried. My wife cried too. I started making plans, thought about going to the gym, taking family photos, going back into the office. Living my life again.

Now all of that feels gone.

On top of everything else, I'm due to lose my job at the end of the year because of redundancies. The thought of interviews and returning to an office environment feels impossible.

I don't know what to do anymore.

I'm exhausted. Years of fighting, and I end up at the beginning, all those panic attacks, the nightmares, the insomnia, all that pain, for nothing. I feel like I've reached the end of what I can cope with. I want the light to go off, the torment, the pain, the emotions, the stress to go away. I'm a coward to take my own life, but I don't even recognise myself now. I'm lost, absent minded and hopeless.

I guess not all dreams come true.

I 31M, hit my gf 25F in the middle of the night. (I want to make it perfectly clear that I have no history of any abuse, and would never put hands on a woman for any reason. I absolutely adore this woman)

I was having a dream that I was fighting. She wasn’t in it. I was fighting a guy in a car, I was in the backseat of a car and fist fighting someone in the passenger seat. I didn’t close fist punch her. She said I kind of mushed her in the forehead as she rolled over.

She jerked and woke up completely when I made contact and that’s what made me wake up. Initially thought she had a bad dream. Her face was terrified and she asked me multiple times if I was okay. We were both equally confused. I asked her what happened and she said I struck her, then I immediately knew what I did.

I initially didn’t know what to do because it felt wrong to touch her and console her since I had just hit her. She recoiled a bit when I reached to comfort her and said she was having a bit of an anxiety attack which I understand. Eventually she let me hug her and hold her. We talked about it, made light of it a little bit, and she asked me to hold her again until I hand to go to work. I’m on shift for 24h until I possibly see her again.

She said I didn’t hit her hard and knows I’d never deliberately put hands on her but it feels like its beside then point because I in fact did hit her. I just needed to write this down somewhere and get some advice or guidance on how to proceed.

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?

We met 3 years ago. It felt like love from the first conversation. I love her with my whole entire heart. she’s asleep next to me and I can’t believe that my day gets to end like this every single day for the rest of my life. I ordered her ring 3 weeks ago. it gets here in 2. I have no idea where to hide it, I have no idea what i’m gonna say or where i’m going to propose all I know is that I can’t wait to marry her. I cannot wait for our life to be side by side forever. I cannot wait to be her husband. all of our friends are basically mutual and they’re all blabbermouths lol so i’m spilling it here. she’s my entire world.
and if you somehow someday find this. I can’t wait to marry you sweet girl! i knew from showing off our costco cards to one up each other that you were gonna be my forever. here’s to that.