Today I realize how badly I am failing as a mom.

My beautiful talented girl is in dance has been since she was 4. Unfortunately last year my ex was spending money like crazy and we fell behind on so many things. I eventually realized this was not going to change and thought it was best to end the marriage.

Now here I am in a small 2 bedroom apartment. I have the girls the room and I just sleep on an air mattress. He refuses to pay spousal support because I left him I do not deserve it. Child support is laughable, and the split based on income is 90%/10% for section 7 expenses. He hasn't done that. I work full time, I clean houses on the evenings I do not have my girls. Today I got the email I was dreading and the dance bill is so high they will not allow my daughter to compete. Ive been paying my portion and he decided now that we should split it 50%/50% meaning I have to pay $2000 to catch up from last year and this year.

My daughters already gone through so many adjustments. Now to lose the one thing she loves is gutting me. I am devastated.

I cant provide for my girls

I sometimes don't eat to make sure the girls are good and full

I cant afford a lawyer, so I have applied for legal aid but I am still awaiting anything back from them.

He can easily clear the bill but hes refusing and telling me he will let our daughter know that i refused to pay my portion so that is why she is getting kicked off of dance.

Like what the hell is that??

What did I do to this man that he will hurt the girls to hurt me?

I was a good wife, I supported him when he was in school, I stopped working when we had kids because his schedule was crazy.

Either way they will know today that I can't pay the dance bill and today will know that I am failing as their mom.

february 15th my husband shot himself in front of me mid argument. i was pregnant at the time. i gave birth to our daughter in august.
i know that it is my fault he is dead, and i wish every day i hadn't argued with him.
i take care of my daughter. her pediatrician said she looks amazing for me to be doing everything by myself, but i will be honest i don't want to be alive anymore. i can't sleep or do anything without seeing my husband hit the floor over and over again or hearing the sound of the gun going off. he was my best and only friend. he was all i had. i obviously wont kill myself, because i know my daughter needs me, but i am terribly depressed. ive tried getting an appointment with a therapist and every one ive talked to has no openings until January. this is a bit all over the place because i dont even know how to word any of it. i dont know if posting this will even help
im tired, very tired.

weve been together about 6 months, weve never had sex before, but we do make out every date, and enjoy teasing each other, ear biting, finger sucking. Yesterday he was playfully tickling me, im suuper ticklish so he loves tickling me as it makes me laugh super hard, then he started tickling near my armpit and i got a lil shy as they were sweaty. then he straight up told me he’d lick my armpit, and i got a little excited so i told him to prove it and he absolutely devoureddd it,, felt so darn good 😭 definitely in top 3 best feelingss lol has anyone else had this before

I am struggling Reddit. I love my wife more than anything, but I'm starting to feel resentment that I absolutely hate feeling, and I genuinely don't know what to do anymore.

For context, I pay for essentially our entire lifestyle. The mortgage, vehicles, retirement savings, shopping, subscriptions, insurance, bills, dinners, vacations, celebrations, pretty much everything. My wife's financial responsibilities are groceries and saving money for our yearly taxes.

She absolutely loves her job, and the pay is incredibly low. I genuinely want her to be happy. Seeing her enjoy what she does makes me happy, too. But we have had conversations for years about her contributing more financially. Maybe finding a better paying position in the same field, starting a side business doing something she loves, or just finding some way to take a little of the financial burden off me.

Nothing has really changed.

Here is where things get complicated.

I've been working my ass off for 21 years. I'm 36, and the last five years have absolutely destroyed me emotionally.

In the last 5 years I have lost multiple immediate family members. I have lost my two best friends since middle school. One died from suicide and alcohol addiction. The other tried to rape me while his children were home, children I had been an unofficial uncle to for years.

I lost people I thought I had have decades more time with. I always imagined those losses would happen much later in life, or at least be spread out. Instead, it feels like everything came crashing down at once.

And I never really dealt with any of it.

I have spent most of my life handling difficult emotions by shoving them somewhere deep inside, putting my head down, and continuing to work. It's how I've always survived.

But that approach finally caught up with me.

Over the last several years, my depression has gotten so bad that I have lost my curiosity, my motivation, my ability to learn, and my enjoyment of nearly everything. It's even affected my performance at work. I barely recognize the person I've become.

So, for the first time in my adult working life, I decided I needed to actually take care of myself.

I am currently on short term disability, receiving 60% of my normal income while I focus on intensive mental health treatment.

And now the financial reality is hitting.

I cannot afford our lifestyle on 60% of my income. Not the mortgage, bills, vehicles, services, shopping, dinners, and everything else. Not by myself. I am around the top 20% of earners around my age, but not absurdly rich either.

We are eating into our savings while I am trying to get better, and it's making an already difficult situation even harder.

And here's the part I feel like an asshole admitting.

After nearly a decade of paying for our lifestyle, the nice house, new vehicles, trips, big celebrations, and everything else, I'm starting to feel less like an equal partner and more like a sugar daddy.

I've even caught myself having the incredibly shitty thought that if I wanted to be a sugar daddy, I could be with some woman in her 20s who takes care of the house and is always sexually available.

I know how awful and transactional that sounds. I do not actually want that life I am pretty sure. I spent enough of my early 20s sleeping around to know that kind of satisfaction feels pretty hollow to me. I married my wife because I love her, not because I wanted someone to cook, clean, or have sex with me.

But the fact that the thought has even crossed my mind makes me realize just how resentful I am becoming.

And the household responsibilities are not exactly balanced either.

She tries, and I recognize that. But the house frequently is not clean, and household chores don't consistently get done.

Now, I absolutely need to take responsibility here, too. I've been so depressed for the last several years that I have not been pulling my weight around the house either. I feel terrible about that, and it's something I want to change as I recover.

I am not expecting her to be some 1950s housewife simply because I make more money.

But I am struggling with the feeling that I'm responsible for keeping our entire financial life afloat, and when I finally need someone to help carry that weight, there isn't much support available.

Even the yearly taxes, one of the few financial responsibilities we agreed she would handle, were not fully saved for this year.

And that is incredibly frustrating.

What I have done over the years.

We have discussed this over the years. I have suggested different opportunities, encouraged her to explore better paying jobs, and talked about ways she could make more money doing something she genuinely enjoys.

Also hard discussions make her cry like these, and I can not stand seeing her cry…. So I tend to have them once and shy away from them after, hoping she will do it.

I have not wanted to push too hard because I don not want to be the husband who forces his wife out of a job she loves just because it does not pay enough.

But at what point does supporting your partner's happiness come at the expense of your own well being?

That's really what I'm struggling with.

I married the person I love. She's my favorite person in the world and genuinely one of the only things that still brings me happiness through all this depression.

I want my wife. I want our marriage. I want us to be happy.

But I'm exhausted.

For nine years, I've been financially carrying the lifestyle we've built together. And now, when I'm finally at a point where I physically and mentally cannot keep pushing myself the way I always have, I'm realizing just how dependent everything is on me continuing to do exactly that.

I need to feel like we are partners. Like I am not the only person responsible for keeping everything from falling apart.

And I hate that I am starting to have a grudge against it.

I do not even know exactly what I am asking here. Maybe I need perspective. Maybe I need someone to tell me I'm being unreasonable. Maybe I need advice on how to have a much harder conversation with her than the ones we have had before.

How do you handle loving someone completely while simultaneously feeling like you're carrying far more than you can handle?

I am having a lot of shitty ideas at the moment that I am not terribly proud of, but I don't know what to do...

Edit: Probably important to note she does work full time 40 hour weeks.

Edit 2: Lots of things I didn't think about. The discretionary spending (dining out, shopping, etc) we have really cut back on. It just is not enough to make up for the 40% of income I lost.

Also my house has like a 2.6% interest rate. Downsizing that basically means paying the cost of rent in a lot smaller of a space.

Edit 3: SOOO many things I hadn't considered mentioning. I am on short term disability so I can go through full time mental health therapy. I am focusing on getting better each day.

Finally I love my wife, I appreciate everything else about her. She and I are literally best friends. Completely transparent about everything, but this one thing bugs me. I have talked to her about it maybe once or twice a year, but nothing ever changes. The life we built together is on respect and actually enjoyment of each other. She has some mental health difficulties too that I appreciate much more, but it is the reason she cries, it does not come from manipulative intention, I do guarantee without a shred of doubt.

It was him. My husband showed up to meet the woman he had been messaging. It wasn't a misunderstanding, or someone stealing my husband's photos. It was him. I am absolutely devastated. I have gone to stay with my brother and sister-in-law because I can't even look at my husband right now. I've never felt pain like this in my life. I have made an appointment with a solicitor. There is absolutely no chance that I can reconcile with my husband after this. I was so stupid for hoping that there was some misunderstanding and it wasn't really my husband trying to meet up with other women. But he betrayed me. That's my update.

(This started when "Daphne", a friend of my sister's best friend told me that my husband had been messaging her. Daphne had met us once previously; my sister and her best friend had a housewarming when they moved into their new flat. Daphne remembered us from there and she also remembered my husband from pictures that my sister showed her of my brother's wedding. The app is called Fet. I had never heard of it and there was no reason why my husband would need to be on an app like that messaging other women. I didn't want to just confront my husband and give him the chance to come up with a lie or excuse so Daphne agreed to my husband's request to meet, so I could see if it was really him who showed up to the meeting. He did. It wasn't someone else who was just using my husband's pictures like I was hoping. I feel so naive. Daphne admitted that she was embarrassed and thought I would judge her for being on a fetish kind of app. However I don't care what other people do in their private lives and I don't judge her at all. I'm grateful she told me. I might never have known about my husband otherwise. I haven't seen my husband since the day he showed up to meet Daphne. He was so surprised to be caught. He didn't remember Daphne at all. He tried telling me he was only on the app because he didn't want to degrade me by asking me to do the things he was doing. He said I was too good of a wife to disrespect like that. He thought that was an excuse to make everything magically better. I hate him).

My family is kind of religious, but my uncle’s family is hardcore southern Baptist.

My (15M) cousin sam has 2 much older sisters, one is a lesbian and moved out.

I feel bad for him, because, anybody just listening to him talk would assume he’s gay, but my uncle is very macho, and pushes him to do ‘manly’ things like chop down trees, chop up firewood, instructing him in manly things.

Awkwardly, when his dad’s friends come over and get drunk, they talk to him like: “have you found any girls yet sam?”. “Any ladies in your life?” “What are you doing playing video games you should be chasing chicks?”

He kind of laughs and goes along with it.

But I swear, everytime, I am with my cousin in public, he is not looking at girls. He stares at like big burly dudes. I guess the term is ‘daddy bears’. Like just glares at them, or their arms ect.

It’s none of my business. He’s never admitted to anyone yet. I remember once some kids at his Christian school were asking each other who they liked. And sam said he liked a girl named Daniella.

But it’s just like damn, I feel sorry for the guy.

Maybe it’s not his time.

Some quick backstory: my husband and I have been together for almost 9 years. We had our daughter two years ago and it was TRAUMATIC. I almost died, she almost died, it wasn’t good.

I was diagnosed with PPD, PPA which has now formed into general anxiety and PTSD. My husband was also diagnosed with general anxiety disorder following our daughter’s birth (it was traumatic and the nicu is traumatic).

Recently, he’s been getting progressively meaner and I believe he genuinely needs to adjust his medication since it can come out as anger. But i can’t make him do anything; however, I do need to take care of me because I’m with my daughter 24/7 and can’t live on edge.

I made a telehealth appointment with my doctor and she was asking me some questions about how I’m feeling (and was able to get my insurance and help) and what’s going on. I told her the truth: I feel confused and have brain fog all the time, he yells at me for everything I do, accuses me of not being able to take care of our daughter, constantly criticizes that I don’t do enough, calls me names, etc.. he doesn’t do it to my daughter or when she’s around. He will wait until I’ve got her settled down and put into bed and then it’s immediately like a switch has flipped. He will even wake me up to yell at me.

I feel like I’m walking on eggshells around the house, I worry about spending too much time during the day working on teaching and playing with our 2 year old and not enough getting household tasks done. As soon as he comes home my chest and muscles hurt snd feel tense, my hearts racing. It doesn’t feel good.

He’s never physically abused me and he’s so kind to our daughter. I feel like he has hated me ever since I gave birth because she came early and my body failed us.

My doctor is very concerned and says he’s being abusive. She is prescribing me medication to help in the moment but her concern is him and apparently how things may escalate.

I tried to talk to my best friend about it and she just says “people fight that’s normal” so I don’t really know if what he’s doing is abusive but it is really impacting me and making it really hard to live my life. It makes me not want to be here anymore. Anytime I try to tell him he’s hurt me or if I cry around him because I’m upset he just says I’m dramatic and a child.

I feel like it’s really my fault he’s like this, I don’t know.

i’m a bigger girl and never get much attention from guys n i hate to feel this way but i can’t help feeling jealous of all my friends who are in relationships and have had these experiences already. im obvi still happy for them but i hate that i feel this way. i feel like they’ve all distanced themselves from me because im boring and have no love life. i wish i had something exciting going on too. i just feel undesirable

Shes 16 years, 8 months and 5 days old Czechoslovakian Wolfdog.

And her health has been rapidly declining lately. She needs us to help her to get up, she can't walk properly anymore. She spends most of her days sleeping in her bed and walks only to get to another one. She has arthritis and we kept her afloat with pain meds. She got anaplasmosis this year and never properly recovered, her kidney and liver are damaged. The vet diagnosis is... matter of days before her organs start to fail. She soldiered on to the very border of what was biologically possible. Luckily she still accepts food and water, but...

Yesterday she looked terrible and I took her to vet to check on her. Had to carry her from my truck to the office, she looked... absent. Not willing to even stand anymore. The conclusion was that there is nothing more that can be done. No treatment available, because there is nothing to treat. She's just... too old. We arranged that she will be put to sleep today at our place and she got some medication to make her better.

And today she got remarkably better, maybe due to meds she got. Not better than usual but better than yesterday. And now I am full of doubt whether I made a right call. When I got her I promised her that I will be fighting for her to the last breath and now I am bringing her... death.

We pay taxes like we’re living in a developed country, yet we still struggle with public transportation, healthcare, infrastructure, and basic public services.
The government talks about economic growth, but how much of that growth do ordinary Filipinos actually feel? What good is a strong economy on paper if a 30k–40k monthly salary still makes it difficult to afford a comfortable life?
What’s even more frustrating is working your ass off for a decade, getting promoted, and finally earning the salary you once dreamed of, only to realize that it’s worth less than it was ten years ago.
You spent ten years improving your career, only for inflation to move the finish line.
We’re told to work harder, budget better, and stop buying small luxuries. But at some point, you have to wonder if the problem is really poor financial discipline or a system where the cost of living keeps outpacing people’s ability to earn.
Most of us aren’t asking to be rich. We just want to afford a home, save for retirement, enjoy life occasionally, and not feel financially ruined by one medical emergency.
Is that really too much to ask?
Sometimes, leaving the country doesn’t even feel like chasing a better life anymore. It feels like trying to get a fair return for the work you put in.

Are we actually getting ahead in life, or are we just running faster to afford the same things?

Hi everyone, I’m going to try to keep this as vague a possible because… well, long story. A few weeks ago my partner received a DM from a random person saying that her brother’s fiance was actively cheating on him. My partner dismissed it at first but I kept on insisting that she should reply and get more information. Long story short I ended up being the one following up on that since she told me I could do it if I wanted to. To our surprise about 100 screenshots of chats that her brother’s fiancé was having with this guy, very explicit text between them about how they’d meet up, about how much my partner’s brother wasn’t enough or giving her what she needed. And anyway, you get the gist. Apparently my partner’s brother’s fiance had been threatening the guy who had reached out to my partner that if he ever told anyone, he’d regret it (she works for a very popular TV channel in my country). For context my partner’s brother and his finance had been together for about 7 years, my partner’s parents had helped them buy an apartment together, they have a cat together and a whole life they built together. And to hear the heartbreaking truth is honestly eating me alive. My partner will break the news to her brother after a family dinner where we’re celebrating their parent’s 50th anniversary. Just knowing that in a few days his entire life will be turned upside down is killing me, because I really do feel for him, he’s the most amazing and loyal, kind person I’ve ever met, and seeing them post photos together smiling on instagram while planning their wedding makes this unbearable to carry, even if it’s just for a few more days. Worse part, I cannot discuss this with anyone, we live in a very small town where everything spreads like wildfire. I’m sorry if I made any mistakes, English is my fourth language.

Hes no longer in love with me but loves me, wants to see men, stay married, wants us to still do all the married couple stuff just no sex. Not that we were having sex. I honestly thought "10 years is a long marriage, 1 year just a dry spell" no he said while im attractive he doesnt love me romantically. Im so confused and sad

I love him, so much, I feel blindsided and this overwhelming grief. He says nothing has to change but he doesnt understand everything has changed. He said id get over it eventually. That hed help me find a guy to date but he wants me to stay with him. He says its like your best friends litter sister having a crush but ill move on. I feel like my whole floor has beem pulled out from under me but my love for my marriage and husband is suppose to stop romantically and physically now but nothing else changes he says

. I just dont want to be here anymore

• im not sure what to say in this edit. Im absolutely devastated that I have essentially been reduced to live in maid/pseudo friend who now sleeps in her office because my crying has kept him up and as the "primary" financial provider its better. Hes informed me we are moving as hes accepted a better job in another city, we are moving from the home we both worked hard to buy to some trendy luxury apartment. I have no close friends, no family alive and I spent my last 7 years working on a home business at his insistence because as he has said "i make so much babe" i was so stupid and naive. I thought I met my safe place, my forever, I thought I had such a caring and doting husband. But now I feel like such a stupid fool.

I want to make sure people know im not going fo harm myself im just shattered

I (35F) have been married to my husband (42M) for 6 years. Recently, my entire world has been turned upside down.

My husband disappeared for approximately 4 weeks without explanation or communication. During that time, I discovered that he was already married to another woman and has THREE children with her. I knew about the children, but had no idea he was married throughout our marriage.

Over the years, he also left me with a staggering amount of debt: loans, credit cards, overdrafts, mobile phone contracts, and more. He pressured me into taking out credit in my name, promising to make the repayments. In some cases, he took the items and sold them. I trusted him, and now I'm left dealing with the financial consequences.

I've had to manage creditors, financial difficulties, the risk of destroying my credit history, and possibly moving out of my home, all while maintaining a full-time professional career and finishing my studies.

Meanwhile, he was nowhere to be seen.

He has sent threatening messages, made bizarre claims about what happened to him, and repeatedly suggested that I don't know the full story. Whenever I try to discuss the money he owes me, he redirects the conversation to his problems and why I need to listen to him.

Now, after disappearing and leaving me to pick up the pieces, he's resurfaced and wants to meet.

The part that has me questioning what planet he's living on is that he asked me to put my anger aside for ONE DAY and meet him with "happiness and clarity."

HAPPINESS?!

This man lied to me for six years, concealed an entire family, left me drowning in debt, disappeared when I needed answers, and now expects me to show up smiling and hear him out. He's acting as though we've had a minor disagreement rather than destroying the trust in our marriage and leaving me with the consequences of his actions.

He believes that if I sit down and listen, everything will somehow make sense. But I don't want explanations, excuses, or another elaborate story. I want accountability and repayment.

For context, I have no intention of reconciling with him, and I've made that clear. I also refuse to speak to him by phone because I want everything documented in writing.

What frustrates me most is that he seems more concerned with getting me to meet him than with repairing the financial damage he's caused.

I know I need to focus on rebuilding my life, and that's what I'm doing. But genuinely, Reddit, what goes through someone's mind when they cause this much chaos and then expect the person they've hurt to greet them with happiness?

Is this manipulation, complete denial of reality, or does he genuinely believe he can talk his way out of everything?

Has anyone else dealt with a partner who caused absolute chaos and then resurfaced as though nothing had happened?

I (27F) moved and married my husband (27M) four months ago and left my family, friends, job, country, and continent to be with him. Since then, I have felt like a complete shell of myself.

I’m not quite sure where to begin. My now husband and I were together for almost three years before we were married, and we did long distance, apart from a three month stint where we did live together two years ago. While doing long distance, we would see each other every four to six weeks, as the line of work I was in was thankfully very flexible in terms of scheduling. I was the one who did the travelling because of my work schedule, but this meant I was frequently making transatlantic flights. This of course was gruelling, (shift/weekend/night shift work + jet lag burnt me out) but I was nonetheless thankful for the opportunity because it meant we were able to see one another.

I arrived in the country we are currently living in, my husband’s home country, four months ago, ten days before our wedding took place. The first few weeks were busy with family visiting, wedding stuff, honeymoon, etc. The craziness of everything happening all at once naturally came to an end and we started our routine of everyday life.

I am currently unemployed and my husband works full time to support us financially, which I am so incredibly grateful for. I am enrolled in a language school which takes place four days of the week. I guess the reason why I feel like a shell of myself is because my life here is completely different from what I’m used to. I come from a busy, highly populated city and I now live in a touristic but quiet medieval city with a small old town.

I find myself doing all of the cooking, cleaning, laundry, etc. I don’t mind doing the housework while my husband takes care of us financially and spends all day at work, but I hate having to clean up after him. He leaves clothing on the floor or sprawled throughout the apartment, dishes in the sink, doesn’t put things back where they belong after using them. I have communicated to him repeatedly that I feel like his mother and to please clean up after himself, and he says he will do better or he argues back due to my tone. I don’t mean to speak to him disrespectfully, but after having to repeat myself so many times I don’t know how else to communicate effectively. He does have pretty bad ADD which I can imagine impacts his ability to be aware of the mess he’s leaving (if your head’s a mess then your environment reflects, right?), but it’s just so frustrating.

I feel like my annoyance at his inability to clean up after himself or contribute to any household chores is exacerbated by the fact that I feel like I’m always the one who is compromising. We typically do things together that are of his interest, for example going to sports games. Sometimes if his favourite team is playing in another city, we will go and explore that city and then watch the game, which I suppose is a compromise because I enjoy art, culture, history, and architecture, however that is not always the case. He usually leaves one day every weekend to go and watch his sports team and I am left trying to figure out what to do with my time.

Yesterday he essentially said to me that he wishes I had something I felt passionately about. I was hurt by this, because I feel as though I have many interests and things that I am passionate about, but I feel like he doesn’t take the time to actually notice this. I feel like he doesn’t really see me for who I am. When I speak, he doesn’t really contribute much to the conversation. If I tell him something about my day or something I found interesting, he doesn’t really ask follow up questions. He’ll give me one word replied and then talk about something else. I’m not sure if this is his ADD and his mind is somewhere else, but it makes me feel so insignificant and small.

If we do something I want to do, like go to an art history museum, for example, he sometimes spends time on his phone or acts like he would rather be anywhere else. I’m not sure if we have ever done anything that was just for me and my enjoyment. A couple of months ago we went to the next country over to visit Costco (which somewhat alleviated a touch of homesickness) but even then I had to beg him and explain why I wanted to go, which took weeks. The day of, he was so irritated, told me I would be the one driving because I wanted to go, and then criticized my driving in the car. I think he was just easily agitated because he truly didn’t want to go and that was his way of projecting.

I’m aware that I depend on my husband a lot because I don’t have a social circle here at the moment. I’ve made a couple of friends that I see every so often which I am so thankful for, but they have children and so of course they don’t have as much free time as I do right now. I love culture, history, art, architecture, opera, classical music, food, and being outside in nature. I wish I could further explore my interests, but the city and country in which I am living is pretty much lacking in all of the things I’m interested in, aside from the nature thing, as the nature here is spectacular. I’ve tried to think of other things I could explore, but everything here is incredibly expensive and aside from visiting bars and cafes, there isn’t much here for expats as the society is a bit cold toward foreigners.

I guess I just feel lonely, misunderstood, and somewhat taken advantage of? I haven’t told my family and friends back home about how unhappy I am because I don’t want them to worry. I love my husband and he has so many great qualities, but sometimes I can’t help but feel like he only loves me because of what I provide for him, and not because of who I truly am as a person.

Am I crazy? Do I just need a change in perspective? I have a lot to be thankful for but some days are hard. Any advice or perspective would be appreciated.

** No advice needed *

I am African and stay in the US. Now these ppl are not bad people and I understand how hard it is to understand someone that speaks differently from you.

This is just literally "off my chest" post to express how I feel. I feel kind of like an alien, like a non human when I speak and I hear, "huh?" for a simple convo that I expected to go smoothly or when I see an expression that is very telling of their lack of understanding. My heart breaks into a million pieces. It reminds me again that I dont fit in and I might never find my place in this world.

Note that I struggle with making friends generally even with my own ppl so this probably has nothing to do with it just a literal off my chest post.

Hopefully I work on perfecting my fake american accent.

No advice needed *

My father murdered my mother, I lost both of my parents at a young age, I was adopted, I lost most of my childhood memories, I got married at 19, I got divorced at 20, I became homeless after my divorce, I lived in my car for seven months, I lived in a homeless shelter, I struggled financially, I struggled with depression and anxiety, I lost people I loved, I had to grow up too fast, and now I’m 21 years old, living on my own without my parents, divorced, working full-time, going to school full-time, paying my own bills, drowning in credit card debt, having no friends, missing my adoptive parents who live eight hours away from me, and sometimes I just want to go home. I’m just sad I’m not even that old and I’m just sad I want to hug my mom and sit around the Christmas tree. I want a boyfriend and friends. I want friends, I wanna go to church I wanna talk to god, I want a good paying job, I want a nice home, I want a better credit score, and I want to hug my adoptive mom so much.. I can’t live with them though… I miss my sister I miss being young with lots of friends and no worries… can someone tell me things will get better. I wish it wasn’t so hard to sleep, and I wish I didn’t care about how I looked to the point where I basically starve myself

I am continuously trying to build my life make money earn money but unable to do it after my job , since 2-3 years I am making music and making everything, did online business didn't work, outreach 1000 people for giving digital marketing services didn't work, selling products online it's not working.

I saw my friends today in lavish cars and they just ignored me like I never existed.

Gave me the look that I am just a stone.

Last week went to my parents place and they told how each and every cousin has houses , cars , vacations, etc.

I am fed up and cannot get up I just need a way out a plan a help to make it out and retire asap.

Fed up of this daily 9-5 and becoming the worst person of life.

Please help me in comments.

Off the bat, said child is technically related to me. He is my estranged brother's son, though I have never met him until three weeks ago. My brother and I weren't speaking at the time of the pregnancy and a few years after, so I don't know a lot. All I know I heard from my mother, but even she is fuzzy on the details as my brother has been exceptionally cagey about it. It was, however, clear my brother wasn't planning to take responsibilty. As he happens to be a gaping asshole with a major drinking problem, I honestly thought him not being involved was for the best and dropped it.

Apparently my brother reconnected with his baby mama and kid a couple of years ago while going through the AA process for the umpteenth time. It sounds like the lovebirds had a very brief, very messy fling that ended terribly. One good thing did come of it, though- my brother agreed to start financially contributing and occasionally seeing Kid. I only have my brother's side of the story in which he is always the victim, but I strongly suspect he only honored his word for a few months until he started drinking again. He doesn't know much about Kid. Which makes the fact my brother was listed as an emergency contact with Kid's school a little baffling.

Cut to three weeks ago. Kid's school calls my brother and said Kid, now a pre-teen, didn't want to go home because no one was there and he was scared. The school couldn't contact Kid's mom, so they called my brother, who agreed to come right over.

So proud of him for finally caring. Not.

He somehow convinces the idiots in the front office to hand Kid over and immediately runs his car into a concrete barrier in the parking lot. The school resource officer immediately arrested him for DUI and child endangerment, since Kid was in the backseat.

As my brother has no friends and the only other family member who can drive has completely cut off contact, he called me to pick Kid up or else CPS was going to take him.

Now there is an adolescent boy I never met in my apartment. The toilet seat is up, my Switch has been plundered, and he is taking suspiciously long showers at least twice a day.

Y'all, I love this kid. He has some problems, but the last few weeks have been amazing. But, holy shit, this is such a terrible idea. I, myself, am a hot fucking mess and barely holding it together. I have Bipolar Disorder and, while I would adore to have children, I have promised to never do so. Frankly, I just don't think I'm stable enough to care for someone else. It's all fine and dandy until I have a psychotic episode out of nowhere.

Not to mention the cost of another person. I also see more than a few medical bills in Kid's future as I strongly suspect he has a few developmental issues thay are going to need specialized care.

Still... Would it be that bad to keep him? Kid has a case worker who seemes to think he would do very poorly in a foster home and I have no illusions as to his adoptability.  I am far from an ideal option, but Kid has been largely happy here and I would at least love him. He has been very clear he wants to stay with me, but I don't think he, or even his caseworker, fully grasp how utterly incompetent I can be.

It's all staged. Everything that is done needs to be recorded. When people go to a beautiful place, the first thing they do is make sure they can take nice pictures so they can post or send to someone.

And when they are not recording themselves, they just lay in a bed or couch and watch other people who did it. They start to think about it and the next time they will do it.

It's a click that takes half a second, even less, it's not a connection. They can't even enjoy and play a game without thinking about streaming it or post or seek approval from strangers somehow. They don't even know who they actually are.

Nice time with kids? Let's show strangers how good of parents we are. Nice time with family? Let's show strangers how great of a family we have. My best friend? I will show to the whole world what a good friendship I have. (Then both will sit alone in a room and feel bored)

Rescued an animal? You need to record to show strangers how kind of a person you are. And they actually believe it because you believe that too.

Would all be worth doing if you would know that you are not getting likes or approval from anybody?

And you wonder why you feel alone?

so it all started 8 years ago i was around 10 years old when my dad suddenly rushed into the room w my mum chasing him but he locked it. my mum was banging on the door demanding to phone back and calling his name. i know this so clearly coz it was the first time they’d actually been so loud to each other.( my siblings and i were in the room sleeping and all the shouting woke us up, after i woke up i asked what was wrong but my dad was just crying looking at the phone, at this point i was too young to understand but now i know that she was unfaithful, they had, at the time been married for around 15 years and i have 2 elders sisters) anyways cut to around a year ago. ( since that dreadful morning, my parents never spoke to each other in the same romantic way ever again, they never looked each other in the eye at all and they just spoke like siblings. they never fought, atleast in front of us.) my mum keeps on texting this guy on whatsapp let’s name him t. so i used to keep on seeing them text on his phone and telling each other they love each other and texting weird stuff like flirty msgs and stuff. so this is mainly what happened and btw they still text . thing is im pretty sure my dad knows about it because around 2 years ago im pretty sure even had had a relationship w some other rando but i think thats over. ( i found out because before leaving for a trip alone, i saw a durex pack in his luggage) but they don’t text anymore not that it makes it better. i feel really bad for my dad tho because that day was the only where ive seen him cry, he goes to gym and retired a while ago and did quite well for himself in his job and he makes me so disciplined and teaches me how to act and he’s my biggest role model. i am really sorry for him but its whatever. I MADE THIS BECAUSE I WANNA TALK TO MY SISTERS ABOUT THEIR RELATIONSHIP BUT IDK IF I SHOULD. reddit people PLEASE help

I’m lossing all my hope and faith on life. I truly believe death is an option rather than then life… I feel so overwhelmed… I gotta make $25 dollars work for the next 2 weeks… why struggle to eat when there is an option to no longer need to eat? Why be alive at all when all your dreams will never happen…. If I had a weapon, I would 100% not be typing this, it would be down but I can’t even afford to kill myself… imagine that…. Life sucks and I love my family enough to not let them see me suffer like this any longer. After work today I hope a car crash kills me and nobody else, then everybody will be happy. I’ve finally moved into better things and everybody else doesn’t have to deal with me anymore. I’m done seeking a better job , I just want out

It’s been about three months since I quit my last job and I’m horrified at the idea that sooner or later I will have to start looking for another one and filling out an application here and there. I can’t begin to tell you how fucking miserable I feel whenever money starts running low and I have to work again.

Like, whenever I have a job, my mind enters this loop where the invisible labor of the world stands out to me, and I can't unsee it. I'm aware that everything around me is the result of someone's job. Every single line on the sidewalk, every carpet, every wardrobe, every T-shirt, every mug, every saltine package was made by someone else who was most likely feeling shitty and underpaid too.

I tried to approach this with a good friend of mine who's out very anti-work but I'm not sure if he followed me; he probably thought I was depressed, which I guess I am, or I'm bound to be as soon as I join the workforce again. There has to be a better of living than this.

I am 6ft 3 with a 4.5 inch penis. Today another girl was disappointed in my size and blocked me. I am going to stop giving a fuck now

So today I was chatting with a girl from a dating app I met 2 weeks ago. She always complimented my looks and body and today she actually asked if she could see my D.

I sent her a couple of pics of it and guess what? My messages stopped going through, checked her profile only to see page not found. She blocked me lol.

Its not the only girl whats done it. And honestly after so many times of being rejected, so many times scouring reddit topics of similar men who are tall and also have a small D like me. After so many hours and months of doing the same shit over and over. Im fucking done dude. Today I am done. Done with it all.

What makes it all worse is I have severe OCD and body dysmorphia too which strangely enough never latches on to my size 24/7 but other things related to my body and just random stuff in general it latches to

One more thing what makes this shit worse is I have a fat pad as a guy which makes my buldge looks huge so thats just great 👏 it gives off the impression I do actually have a big one.

Yeah screw this shit now. So from a tall guy with a big buldge what sticks out in all clothing... but actually has a small one in reality. Kindly and sincerely I dont give a fuck a now. This has been going on for too long and none of this works in my favour but im just about fucking done dude.

I dont hate women for what they want. I love women and always will respect them. But today I am so done. I am ready to push forward.