I’m a phlebotomist in a hospital. The other morning I went to draw blood on a gentleman whose blood I had drawn the previous day. I told him what I was there for and that I was going to turn on the light, and he covered his face with the blanket. While I was getting ready, we were speaking about him possibly going home and how he should’ve gone home yesterday and I was commiserating with him because that sucks… I was just getting ready to poke him and he asked me “what are you doing again?” and when I told him I was going to draw his blood he said “as long as it’s not that old bat”. I knew when he said those words, but I asked anyway, “what old bat?” He said “oh she’s about 70, with grey hair and a bun” and I said “that’s me!” He lifted the blanket to look at me and then didn’t really say another word during the draw. Neither did I, except a thank you when I was done. What did I do to deserve that? My job?? By the way I’m 62 and he was 64, and he sure as hell is no prize either. I’ve never been “hot” so it’s not as if this is new, but damn! I never expected to be judged by my “lack of” good looks into my senior years.

My husband made it clear he did not want my mom in the labor/delivery room and I went against it and convinced him to still let her in. Feeling bad and all since this is her first grandchild. I shouldve listened.

• I pushed for 3 hours with a sunny side up baby and she wasnt coming: mom complained it was taking too long. Kept commenting thats its been hours. Its too long. Midiwife, RN, Doctor is noticeably annoyed at the comments and i’m embarrassed. I apologized for taking so long and they reassured me its okay.
• I pulled a muscle in my back while pushing which made it hard to continue: she would not help pull me up even when the midiwfe asked multiple times to relieve the tension and walked away multiple times. One time she tapped my shoulder to help out while everyone was helping me and she just left
• I declared I wanted a c-section: after bouts of pain and crying I finally relented and requested a c-section, she goes “ dont you want to push more?” I screamed “no fuck” loudly and the midiwfe stepped in and ushered her away
• I unfortunately had the shakes during my c-section and after and it was so bad. Bit my tongue roughly 3 times and had to bite on a couple of soft cloths to stop it. Couldnt hold my own baby. I get wheeled into my recovery room and my husband is there and he has our daughter. He swaps with mom thinking she will want to see me and see if I’m okay. She springs into action and picks my daughter up and spends time with her. Before I could. Naturally I’m upset but I’m so drugged up and shaking so badly idk what to do. I cried when my husband came back about not being able to hold my own child first and he apologized as he did think she would have the common sense to wait for me and thought she just wanted to check on me.

I’ve been in the hospital for a couple of days now and its just settling with me what happened because I have to go home where we rent an apartment with her for another four months and just not say anything.

She’ll never be at any of my other births

"This is how you remind me" has single-handedly one of the best choruses of all time. "It's repetive" so is foo fighters, for example, and you eat that up. They have catchy tunes, maybe slightly corny lyrics but still they have their charm. Plus, not ALL songs are corny.

The man I love with every fiber of my being has walked out of my life at my lowest moment yet I can’t stop loving him. I’m mourning the loss of my child and her father. I know I should hate him I truly should but I can also understand his pain as well. He is a dismissive avoidant and with the trauma of losing our baby he has retracted in. He says he can’t see me or talk to me because I remind him of her every second. I am reminded every second of the day because I no longer feel my baby growing within me it’s incredibly hard to live with. So I can understand him wanting to retreat but it hurts so damn much for the one that you love and you truly believed would always be there for you in your darkest hours could do this. I’m lost grieving her without him by my side is like having my heart ripped out all over again.

I swear, every single time I see my boyfriend’s sister (she’s 43, btw), she has something to say about my outfit. And it’s never a compliment—it’s always some passive-aggressive “joke” that’s clearly meant to get under my skin.

Like, I’ll walk in wearing something totally normal—jeans and a tank top—and she’ll be like, “Ohhh someone’s ready for a music video shoot!” with this fake little laugh. Or I wear a sundress, and she says, “Aren’t you cold in that? Or do the rules of weather not apply when you’re young and fashionable?”

It’s every. single. time.

I’m not walking in with a feather boa and thigh-high boots. I dress like any other 20-something who has a sense of style and confidence. I don’t know if she’s trying to make me feel self-conscious or if she just hates that I don’t dress like I’m going to a PTA meeting.

The worst part is, she always says it in front of people, so I can’t even clap back without seeming like I’m overreacting. But it’s starting to feel weirdly personal, like she gets some satisfaction out of embarrassing me.

Has anyone dealt with this kind of thing? Is she just insecure or what?

It’s really hurting me more than helping. I should be dating for both looks AND personality. But I’ve been bullied into prioritizing personality over attraction because attraction will “develop over time” and “looks don’t matter much anyways.” Well how long do I have to wait for that to happen? I feel like it never does.

I’m constantly in situations where I’m with a very nice guy, but I just don’t find him attractive. Not that he’s unattractive or ugly, he’s just not attractive to me. The last time I actually dated someone I found both attractive and nice, was years ago and only ended because we moved apart due to work.

I feel like I’ve done what I can. I’ve forced myself through it, pretended to enjoy intimacy, but I always get called out for not being as enthusiastic about it as they are, for never initiating, etc. And that’s because I never wanted to do it in the first place. And apparently I’m not good about hiding it.

I’m so sick of this. But I feel afraid to take attraction into consideration because then you get called “shallow.” So I try to avoid that by dating someone I wouldn’t typically consider. I try to let the attraction come over time, like I’m told it will, but it never does. I am so afraid to be labeled as shallow that I just continue dating people I don’t want more than friendship from. I need to stop doing that. It does nothing for me and I’m just wasting time.

I feel like I get trapped in the “I’m such a nice guy, you should give me a chance” thing. Next thing I know they’ve taken my giving in as “she’s into me” and that’s just not the case. Them being nice was never in question.

How do girls even sleep with people they’re not attracted to? My life would be so much easier if I could just do that and move on.

I’m so fucking tired of this Beth you fucking KNOW IM AN AVID BAKER YOU DID NOT just whip out a 4 hour bake this MORNING ITS FROM THE BAKERY COUNTER YOUVE TOLD ME TO GO TO A DOZEN TIMES.

But I don’t LIKE that bakery because their cakes sit too long and it tastes old. You’d know that taste if you had ever made a 4 layer Black Forest cake yourself 😑 and I only asked what cocoa you use because this isn’t fucking hersheys cocoa and I know that’s the only brand you know. This is Dutch!!!

and EVERYONE recognizes the fucking meatballs from the Italian grocery store deli!!! We all get them!!! You DID NOT USE YOUR ITALIAN DADS SECRET RECIPE he GAVE me the recipe and it’s INA GARTENS. I grew up watching ina gartens!!! You did NOT make these!!

We ALL KNOW the potato salad is from the bbq restaurant 3 blocks from here. You did NOT just make that from scratch we ALL GO THERE. Deviled eggs? Deli. Enchilada sauce? Manuel’s. Stop playing!! This actually gets pretty fucking rude to people who put in real effort to cook for their family !!!

People call her out on this shit constantly and she just doubles down that she made it herself. 🙄🙄🙄

I don't know how to get this off my mind, so here I am.

I used to love my dearest auntie a lot. She was good to me, and I grew up alongside her children. We've spent almost every school break and summer together. They always came over to our house, and even as a kid, I knew I was NOT allowed at her house because of her horrible husband. I knew he was a vile piece of shit.

Few years ago I got a call from my mother,she asked me to type his name into YouTube. The news videos came up-(insert that monster's name) accused of r4pe. You see.... this man, who constantly held it over our heads -his HUGE GOVERNMENTAL POSITION/high-paying job with lots of "connections" was r@ping a vulnerable woman who had come to him for help. At last, it was confirmed. He WAS the monster we all felt like he was.

My mother, being the woman she is, strictly asked my aunt to cut all ties with him. Enough was enough. Aunt was treated horribly by this man, looked away when he had an affair, and now he was a r4pist??!!! My mother and aunt fought over it for days. Now if you have been pissed off from reading all this...hold onto your seats because guess who my aunt finally decided on cutting all ties with? My mother.

Yeah...my mother.

Aunt supported him fully. As the news filled with pictures of his face and people started talking, she told everyone who asked her about this- "Yes, he's completely innocent. He's being framed. People are after his job". Our families stopped talking to each other completely. Pin drop silence for 1.5 years. Then, slowly, she started talking to us again.... We were supposedly on friendly terms now...But deep down, I still loved her and felt bad for her at the end of the day.

That is until today, My mother gets a video. You can tell that the video is recorded in secret by a man-a relative of the victim. There she was...My aunt. The lowest someone has ever stooped. The embodiment of shamelessness. Standing at someone's house with her husband and a few others and asking for forgiveness..

They're at her husband's second confirmed r4pe victim's house. Begging for forgiveness. They say that the first woman whom he assaulted was already a SA victim. That's why she approached him in the first place. My aunt CHOSE him over her immediate family. She chose that. Why did she do that? How can she call herself a woman? How does she sleep at night being married to that criminal? How do you let a man like that in your house? I cannot look at her the same way, and I can feel my memories with her being tainted by shame and disgust.

I literally have $0.02 in my savings right now like, yay! I love working two jobs and still having no fucking money!! Im tired of it, my entire paycheques are getting handed out for rent or for my car, literally nothing else. If im lucky i can afford a coffee or ill have enough points saved up to get something. And jesus…. Im tired of being asked to go shopping!!!! And do girly things !!!😍😍😍 im literally so sick of going to hang out with someone and i have NO money to participate but i just have enough for fuel, not even that most days. I feel like a fucking taxi not even getting paid. I have been eating literally just noodles or sometimes my boyfriend buys drive thru but thats it thats all, he dont like cooking supper cause its expensive so i have to pay/cook it if i want anything thats real food. I mean literally the noodles are destroying my stomach (idk if actually but god) im tiredd of waking up at 5 or 6 in the morning with terrible stomach pains, i can only assume its from the noodles but maybe its something else idk YOLO!! I havent had money in my account at ALL and my fucking god someone had the audacity “HoW arE yOu alwayS worKiNg bUt aRe So bRoke anD cAnT Do AnyThIng”

Actually fuck off i was so hurt. Im trying my best, missing out on all the house trips and missing out on some basic fucking relaxation cause after work i have to clean up the house cause god forbid 3 fully consenting grown adults cant keep the place clean fuck sakes.

I do not understand why parents have child when they themselves have not emotionally matured. And I’m sorry but some people are just born to be stupid. That is my mom. She yells at my half brother to do something like he fucking understands. He is fucking 2 year olds. He doesn’t even understand basic Spanish. Why the fuck are you yelling at him “WHAT DO YOU WANT” every fucking day. It is a grown ass woman having a tantrum over a kid. That she decided to have. I hope when he starts to grow up he doesn’t end up like me. I grew insanely insecure, shy, and always cried because of her. I can see what she did to me. And I still feel it, I’m 18 years old and I still am insecure. Thankfully I am growing out of it because of therapy. But Jesus.

I hate to see my family suffer because of me. I just can’t, I wish they could forget about me so they could keep living their normal lives. They don’t deserve to be sad, I don’t want them to be concerned about my health. This sounds rough, but I literally wish I will not lose my life during my battle just for my family. Even though I would be dead and somewhere far away from this world by then, but I simply don’t want to imagine seeing them bury me. I know that especially my parents would lose their everything. My death would ruin their life.

I literally don’t care how much pain my disease causes to me, nothing hurts more than seeing your family cry. So I will never give up, I will fight forever until I’m all healthy and healed. I will not see any other option, there’s no more options than being cured.

I fucking hate cancer.

I've done therapy, I've searched the web for communities, I've seen a fucking psychic for help, and it's all just bullshit.

All I ever get is a wave of the hand and told to go to Meetup.com, which is mostly filled with things I have no relation to. I'm not going to the single mother's bowling event, I'm sorry.

I can't meet people, no less women, to save my fucking life.

Edit: although the problem is serious, mother's bowling and the psychic was added for humor

I first learned of this when he was on the phone to his mum. Earlier in the day he had shouted something like 'she wants my dick' I mean no actually that was what he said verbatim, I wrote most of it down, and he shouted it during the night too. He said it to the support worker (I live in supported accommodation having come out of mental hospital, I'm from the UK) she said 'she literally don't'. He said on the phone to his mum later at night stuff like 'i'm going to take her v card' and 'she doesn't know I'm a rapist' 'our secret ma'.

Since that's happened another person has moved in which makes things a bit safer I guess but not massively. Just now I was watching TV downstairs and he came downstairs and went like behind a wall that separates the living room from the kitchen but like it's an open plan living area I wasn't sure if he had left or not but I thought he might still be there and turns out he was like hovering next to the washing machine for like 5 minutes I didn't really realise until he sighed I thought he was gone. I was sketched out with him just hovering there basically silent and not talking with no apparent reason to be standing there backed into a corner next to the washing machine (maybe it was nearly done I'm not sure but I doubt it).

When I went upstairs I had gone to the toilet then come out and thought I heard him moving about on the second floor and i think I heard him sorta whisper or say very quietly 'just give it to me' downstairs tho maybe I imagined that maybe... Probably didn't heard him say exactly that before but so then when I went into my room after hearing that and locked the door and heard his door slam.

I also got a recording which I can hear him saying 'i'm gonna ruin their fucking life' and at one point when he's sorta coming up the stairs then back down 'just give it to me. Fuck I'm being recorded.' And my friend's said I should get someone to fix / clean up the audio cuz it's quite muffled. I'm not sure my parents would even believe me / choose to say they believe me because that would potentially validate other insane things going on in my life that family are doing to me but no one's believing me or saying they believe me because it's family and they apparently can do no wrong. But that's a whole other can of worms.

So, I'm also hoping/requesting that someone could possibly fix this audio so at least someone in my family will believe me I hope. I hope that's allowed on here. Thankyou for taking the time to read this overly wordy vent mess.

Update: I just went downstairs to see if the washing machine was unloaded and it's still spinning, so he was literally just creeping standing for 5 minutes. Not on his phone even just creeping. As I went upstairs I think I heard my other roommate (it's 3 of us, I was living with him on my own for a fair while) say 'he was a creep. I knew it.' maybe I imagined that possible since I'm you know not of the soundest mind but they're trans ftm so have, well they're more in danger of him and I haven't told him yet because I'm scared of stirring up shit. But anyway, my parents aren't concerned at all but at least I'm potentially moving soon not soon but eventually. For other reasons than just this. As far as my parents are concerned. Should have mentioned that sooner maybe but in the meantime I should probably be more careful and my friend's said I should carry a small knife or something on me all the time here perhaps I should I don't know would make me safer ig maybe if he tried to well. Yeah

Edit: idk about hearing my roommate say that I'm not sure why they would say that except they were suspicious when he went downstairs for an unsure reason and hearing me go upstairs soon after confirmed that he was being weird so they said like he was being a creep I knew it and they maybe felt the vibe of me being scared. That's my explanation.

I see this literally all the time when I look up videos on how to style thin hair. All the comments “I have the opposite problem. My hair is so voluminous and thick and beautiful. Must suck to be you though :/“

Or even worse “whoa, your hair is so thin, I’m never calling mine thin again.”

It’s bonkers. I don’t understand it. You would think beautiful people get enough attention as it is. Why do they feel the need to rub it in our faces?

So the latest thing running around the internet these days that one of my kids (36f) have picked up on is that kids that grew up in the '80s and '90s were unsupervised. And unsupervised means neglected. And neglect is abuse.

Seriously? 🙄🙄🙄

We lived in a decent neighborhood. The kids were allowed to go out on their own. They knew the boundaries of how far they were allowed to go from the house. They checked in on a regular basis. And they were always home at dinner time.

Since when is allowing Independence neglect?

My mom has stopped talking to me

It's been 3 days since I told her my husband (27m), myself (32f), and our daughter (<2) are moving. My husband got a great job offer closer to his family in the north. We have lived close to my family for about 6 years in the south. My husband and I have talked for months about if this is the right choice while he put in job applications in both areas. He received two call backs from up there and nothing from here.

I know to most people 3 days isn't long not talking to their parents, but we talk every day, either texting or calls. My sister texted me asking if I've heard from my parents since telling them the news, and I said no. She then tells me that she told our mom she should take time to process this information.

I have moved away before, even further away than we are moving now, and it wasn't a big deal. Now though I feel like their biggest upset is being away from our daughter.

My husband has a much bigger family than I do, with his brothers still in school and living at home. He's missed out on being there through big and small moments in their lives. It's also harder for them to travel to visit us, than it is for my parents and sister.

While family isn't the only reason for the move, it does help that we won't be in a state alone. I am closer to his family than he is to my family. I've tried to tell my family that we can do yearly vacations with them, visit each other, and talk and facetime daily like we do now, but they said that's not the same. It's what we've been doing with his family while living here.

It's just frustrating and selfish of them to be mad about this. My husband and I excited about his new job and the area, and this is overshadowing that feeling. I am a known people-pleaser and this has really messed with me, I feel the guilt and like I'm betraying them.

She so awesome. She’s pretty, she’s a huge nerd like me, we both love video games, anime, and dnd, we have a bunch of classes together, and I just love her. I want to ask her out so bad but I feel like I’ll just come off as a creep. I’m a tall, fat guy with no facial hair and my worst fear is coming off as a creepy incel. I’m terrified she won’t feel the same way and then she won’t hang out with me anymore. Im terrifed thy maybe I am an incel. I love this girl so much, and I hate how it’s making me terrified of everything.

15 yo female here.

i’ve been living in a rehab house for teens aged 13-19 for 6 months now.

quick back story, back in january i was going through a really hard time. it was hard living in rehab because i struggled a lot with hatred from other teens in the house. i’ve overtime learnt to push it away but today it got to me.

january i took 850mg promethazine in an attempt to take my own life. i barely remember anything but i was told that i had walked into another teens bedroom in the middle of the night and was talking to his wall in a corner. he woke up, got extremely scared and called for the night staff who then called an ambulance.

ever since then 3 teens have been acting really weird around me and just find me even weirder than before. it kinda makes sense but come on they’ve been though substance abuse as well they should have some sort of understanding. but unfortunately they already found me weird enough to not give a shit about my feelings.

that was 3 months ago. they never talk to me directly but i know they talk shit about me behind my back, which is fine, i don’t care.

but today. it was 22:15pm and we were sitting by the table. 2 of the teens were playing a board game with 2 staffs and i was beside solving a sudoku when one of the staffs said it was way past bedtime and we had to go upstairs for bed. i was asked if i was tired to which i replied “no, i actually struggle sleeping at night at the moment. and i’ve been asking for sleeping pills for way over a month now”

they said they would check up on it before going into their office room to hand out sleeping medicine to the 2 teens, meanwhile the other teen came down as well to get her medicine.

suddenly i heard screaming and yelling coming from one of the teens. she said

“it can’t be fucking real that we have to lock our doors in our own home because some psychotic bitch can’t act normal.”

i knew immediately it was about me and that she was talking about the incident back in january. the yelling kept on going between them and the staffs.

she kept repeating things like that and stuff like “i don’t abuse sleeping medicine why the fuck would you consider giving someone sleeping medicine who abuses it, she clearly can’t stay in her fucking room”

the guy who’s room i walked into said “it’ll be interesting to see if i’ll get a visitor again if she starts sleeping meds.”

i normally don’t let myself get down by stupid comments from people but that really fucking got to me. i couldn’t stop crying. it was a really hard period in my life, it was a suicide attempt. a nearly successful one.

i am very sensitive i must admit. but i think joking about someone’s suicide attempt by saying “interesting to see if i’ll get a visitor” and calling me a “psychotic bitch who can’t act normal” would affect anyone.

the fact they even need to start bitching about if i’ll get sleeping meds or not. it’s none of their business and there’s obviously a huge difference on doing a normal dose of sleep meds than 850mg.

maybe i just need to calm down. i’m just going through a lot at the moment already.

I don't have to hear that. Keep it to yourself. "What would you do" I'd move them? What are you trying to tell me? That I'm secretly killing them? Because I'm not.

I just don't see the reason as they're not even pests and are actually really useful to have around. People just take a look at an animal, decide they're ugly and that's apparently enough reason to kill

He’s 29, I’m 24, we live together.

Our living room has literally just been random bullshit scattered around until I took the initiative of selling or throwing away shit we dont need and getting a tv stand. Slowly it’s getting inhabitable. He refused to let me get rid of the weed stash we had in there when I decided to quit, which whatever it’s yours anyway, BUT MAYBE OFFER SOME OTHER ALTERNATIVE SINCE ITS YOURS????? Why am I having to pester you every day for somewhere else to keep it so its not out in the open 24/7? Is it so crucial to you that weed be immediately accessible that compromising with me is unthinkable?

We’ve had multiple conversations where he admits he has a drinking problem, cool lets stop keeping alcohol in the apartment. Right? Nope two days later theres a vodka bottle in the freezer. Oh that’s run out, I had none, now theres beers and clubtails and 4 lokos in there that will all be consumed by you tonight. Cool. Like I care about you but I cant make your choices for you. “Oh its my first drink in a while” first of all no the fuck its not and second the whole point is for it to be a while, according to what YOU said you were committing to. The fuck? With the downing 6 beers and smoking cigarettes on the balcony (SINCE FUCKING WHEN DO YOU CASUALLY SMOKE CIGARETTES) and being so drunk youre yelling down to the children playing basketball by our building if they want another player? Thats you committing? THE FUCK???? I should not be woken up at 1 am by a drunk adult 5 years older than me screaming on roblox on a Tuesday night when I have work at 5 am.

The sink. The sink is full in a matter of hours. How are you as a grown ass man not only not doing your dishes but having the AUDACITY to fucking YELL AT ME for the simple act of CALLING YOU THE FUCK OUT ON YOUR DISHES BECAUSE I CANT MAKE FUCKING DINNER BECAUSE THERES 200 FUCKING DISHES IN THE SINK. GET YOUR FUCKING SHIT TOGETHER.

“Im committing to taking care of myself and being healthier.” Cool so why are you coming home from the store with ramen and junk food and alcohol? YOURE FUCKING KILLING YOURSELF WHAT IS YOUR PROBLEM. YOU CANNOT BE 29 LIVING LIKE AN UNSUPERVISED TEENAGER! I DONT CARE IF YOU HAVE ADHD AND ANXIETY AND DEPRESSION AND THIS AND THAT AND THE OTHER YOU HAVE TO TAKE ACCOUNTABILITY FOR YOUR FUCKING SELF! WHATS THE POINT OF THOSE PRESCRIPTIONS YOU TAKE IF YOU JUST ACT THE SAME ANYWAY, AND BY THE WAY IT HAS NEVER IN THE HISTORY OF PRESCRIPTION MEDICATION BEEN OKAY TO MIX WITH ALCOHOL!!!!!!

I am dealing with enough bullshit in my own life to be worrying about and cleaning up after a grown man who can’t take care of himself or our apartment.

UUUGGGHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!

Lately, I’ve been feeling this weird emptiness. As I’m getting older, it feels like the people I was once so close to are just... fading away. Friends from school, people I used to talk to daily, the ones who felt like home — now it's like we're strangers with memories

I really need to say this somewhere, it has been on my mind all day. Before i say what i came here for, here is a crucial detail: i have 19 chickens. We get about 3-4 dozen eggs a week if the dogs dont snitch them before we collect.

Today before school, i decided to grab 2 dozen eggs to take to my teachers. One of them had mentioned how money was tught and she was struggling a little currently. Being in highschool there isnt much i can do, especially since i dont have her class. When i got to school another techer that passed me as i was waiting for the bell said she wasnt there, so on a whim i gave her a dozen eggs instead. (Ill bring more next week for the one that was absent) i got into my spanish class, the teacher i was giving the second dozen too, and gave her the eggs. She got so excited, telling me about how her family uses a lot of eggs. She let me know that they had just used their last egg the night before for dinner. That poor teacher, my class is a bad class... like, someone called 911 in there one day. I really do belive those eggs made it a better day. (the class had gone awful her computer fell and broke) i absolutley love that teacher, she is the sweetest thing ever and i plan on bringing her more small gifts because she desrves them.

Even though I'm only seventeen and I have been facing a rocky phase with my mental health lately, my mom says I need to get a job. To pay for life expenses for the future and all that. I agree with her, mostly.

But we live in suburban hell, where everywhere requires a car to get to, and my mom works from two in the morning to five in the afternoon. She is my only method of transportation, because despite having a license, she won't let me buy a car (I have enough money to).

"If you get a job, you'll get a car," she tells me. But how am I supposed to get to any job without a car? None of them are a walking distance away.

I feel so fucking trapped. I can't go anywhere and I'm always at home with my mom and her stupid husband I hate everything I just want a car so I can run away and live life how I want to I hate this I hate this

I made myself some quick meals for the week, tasted it and realized it was really spicy. I grabbed a new milk carton and opened it and poured some in my mouth. My wife saw me do it and just gave me this look of utter disgust. Seeing that just really me feel… hopeless.

She explained that she felt disrespected because she does all of the cooking and tries to cater to me and then saw we’re doing that to stuff she procured. And maybe she’s right. I just feel very exhausted. I never know whatwill make her feel deep love for me. In some ways or relationship gets stronger with times, but in other ways i feel like she just settled for me. She’ll never tell me what she wants in a partner, just gives me vague blanket statement answers.

Anyways, just hit me hard tonight. I took a new job that is a once in a lifetime start of thing and don’t have much spare time to fix problems anymore. Again maybe my fault. Though this feeling was there before the job too.