Photo: beef and sausage pasta sauce that went into a baked ziti.

Just had to submit a report to see if I can get my niece’s Snapchat disabled. She’s only 7, and has all these videos of her with filters to make her look older (like, 13) with dark filled lips and lashes, etc, and singing about drinking and smoking and sticking her tongue out. I hate that my first thought was that there are too many damn pedos out there for her to be posting public videos like this (they are all public - some have 500+ views and she lives in bumfuck Midwest). My 5 y/o niece appears in some too.

I’ve been trying to get my parents to report the mom to CPS for at least a year but my mom doesn’t want to “because the kids would be so upset, they love their mom” but their mom is trash. Apparently CPS has already gotten 2 calls from other people…might be time for me to add a third report. My brother, my nieces’ dad, just got out of jail after about 6 months, he was on probation for DV (many many incidents) and got locked up for breaking probation with meth. He’s in the midst of a psychotic break I think, so it’s better for him to not be in the picture, but I’m sure his baby mama is also on meth, and she moved out of his house right in with another man (also arrested recently for DV/resisting arrest, has become unemployed since taking her in and I believe starting heavier drug use). The mom doesn’t work, just man-hops for housing, taking her 4 kids with her.

It’s just such a mess. I live over 1/2 the country away from them all, and I’m not in a place to take in 2 little girls (yet…I kinda assume I will take them on eventually) but I just hate seeing them grow up this way. It makes me so anxious about what they are exposed to and how it will shape their whole lives. <\3

Edit: I went ahead and called CPS. I told them that I’m not sure that the line is being crossed on neglect, but I’m not there to check for myself so I just wanted to have the concerns documented. I don’t know that anything will come of it, but at least I did something.

Seriously, does anyone else feel like life is just a parody of what you were led to believe life would be like as a kid? You were taught to be kind, to think critically, to function as a normal civilized being in modern society. And this gestures broadly isn’t that.
People are described as an intelligent species.

So why the hell (excuse the language) does my car not only get rammed in the parking lot of the supermarket as I’m buying ingredients for this rat pie, but do I also get flipped off by the woman who’s driving the perp’s car as she flees the scene?

The lion, the witch and the audacity of this b*tch. (And yes, I wrote down the license plate and got cam footage from the store. Going to the police tomorrow… what a birthday present.)

dinner is chicken and rice! tried a new recipe and was pleasantly surprised. honestly i just need to get this off my chest because i find it absolutely mortifying 😭

i worked a 16hr shift the other day & slept at my mans house after, we haven’t been together for very long (like 2mos) so things are pretty new on the romantic side, but we’d been friends for years prior. i was exhausted & had a really stressful situation happen at work that day (involving the person whose name was said) and i tend to sleep talk at certain points of my cycle.. all that combined into this whole situation and i am so embarrassed!!

anyway i got to his house at like 9am after working the previous day and night, cuddled up and went to sleep. i woke up a few hours later and he was acting kind of weird but didnt really say anything until maybe 10min later when he goes “who’s james?” (fake name)

i was super confused because i only know one “james” and i have spoken to him a total of one time (during the incident at work) so i said that i only know one james and he’s someone i work alongside (separate teams, we almost never interact). i thought maybe he had seen my texts with my manager regarding james, but he informed me that i had been calling him james in my sleep, and apparently said that he “smelled like james”… i don’t even know what james smells like 😭

i am super embarrassed and feel so awful 😭 i know if someone were to call me another woman’s name i would overthink so bad about it and i feel pretty shitty that i accidentally put him in that situation. i think my brain was just trying to process all the stress of the day/night and it was on my mind, but i can’t even remember my dreams so who knows… what do i even do here??

i explained that and even looked up the name in my contacts (no james’ to be found) to kinda corroborate my story and it seems to be okay but omfg i’m so embarrassed and if i were him i would never be able to move past this 😭😭😭

i'm a teenage girl with the most teenage girl thoughts ever. i hate myself, teenage boys suck (like really) i feel unlovable, i feel lonely, i'm worried about my future...

its not like i'm ugly or a bad student. i maintained a 4.4 last year as a sophomore and i am in four AP classes now as a junior. i'm a grade above my age. i'm not ugly (i think..). i just cant stop thinking about how boring everything is and how much i want something to happen.

maybe later in life when i actually get a career or find a more mature man i'll feel like i have a fucking life bru😭

but for now i'm stuck in highschool having the worst years of my life. i like being young but i cannot stop thinking about how this cant POSSIBLY be the "best years of our lives" other people keep talking about.

maybe my 20s will be better? or my 30s? edit: i also have a job as a barista🫩 customer service drains me man yet another edit bc i have a lot to say apparently xd: ive heard people say the men get better..as in you'll find someone who loves you for you and not because youre the baddest girl in the eleventh grade👀😥 pls let it be true im soo mf done w boys

tomorrow i will allegedly go to the supermarker and cut a bit of the tops of the potted herbs they sell and i will come back home and start growing the tops that i have stolen. i have never done anything like that. i am becoming evil because i am broke and i want herbs.

edit: i am joking....but the wise ones will know the truth

I’ve been struggling with high blood pressure the last few years (even though I’m 27 ;~;) and a few months ago my new GP decided it was time to put me on a medicine while I get active and such.

She prescribed me with the lowest starting dose of labetalol. I have health anxiety, especially to new medicines so I did what I do best and I googled everything about it. Turns out, labetalol is really safe for pregnancies and is given to those with preeclampsia. Good to know!

But I can’t get pregnant.

I had my tubes removed back in 2023. As my gynecologist tells me, it is almost impossible to get pregnant once they are removed. Fantastic, I’ll take it.

So I thought, well that’s fine maybe she prescribed it to me cause it’s not super crazy strong and I don’t need that kind of strength at this point.
I start taking it, deal with the side effects and go about my life.

Well the starting dose hasn’t been enough for me, so I needed to go up a little.

My last appointment with this doctor she upped my dosage, but she said “yeah it’s not the best medicine but it’s safe if you get pregnant!”….doc I’m pretty sure we’ve talked at length about my sterilization. You know I can’t get pregnant. But that’s just how the world is right now I guess.

I understand why she is playing this safe considering what state we are in. I get it. But…holy shit I’ve made it known across this medical journey that I don’t want and won’t be having kids. Can’t I just be taken seriously and given proper care and not have to even include “well you could get pregnant!”

It’s just so annoying!

UPDATE 4: I’m home! Well, outside my apt building smoking (cbd, not nicotine or thc) to decompress. Express bus was fast this time at night, and my building has a night security man at the desk (who has protected me from other men that have tried to follow me into my building in the past) who sees me outside as well as in full view of the cameras. Smoking my 3rd ciggie as I read the articles about him. Thank you to everyone who shared their kind sentiments and stayed with me during the aftermath of this trash date. 🫶🏼 Back to being celibate!

UPDATE 3: I made it on the bus! The bus driver didn’t see me in the dark rain at first so I actually ran into the street waving my arm to flag him down. Home in 30min. Worser update: my girl several states over has been on the phone with me throughout this. She found several news articles linking his full name/age/location to a man who was arrested&charged with hurting his ex-gf’s dog during an argument with her and the dog ended up dying. What the fuck did I just dodge. This is surreal.

UPDATE 2: I made a run for it. Security walked up and down the street to double check for me. Ngl my heart jumped when I saw a car that looked like his, but it ended up being a different model. Sticking to 1 way streets. Will update when I’m on the bus.

UPDATE: I will update when I actually make it home, some commenters have asked for that. I’m currently still here waiting because I have a gut feeling he parked further down when he probably noticed security watching him.

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Post-Everything Last Update, as I groggily woke up to the post already having been locked:

My post flair is not set to “Advice Needed” - hence any advice is considered unsolicited, thanks no thanks.

Pushing your own agenda and opinions on someone else’s situation is common on the internet, but “what i should have done” has no place here. Sorry not sorry. It means you don’t understand boundaries yourself. And that you’re probably just an insecure victim-blamer.

I took his offer of a ride to spend more time and get to know him on the way to the arcade. I had access to multiple sources of public transportation to take myself to and from the spot. It was also only a short distance of a ride from where I allowed him to pick me up and the arcade. I looked him up prior to the date online and in “Are We Dating the Same Guy” for my city. Didn’t have enough info to confirm his identity before the date. During the date, I asked specific questions to help with this and even saw his ID card. Not my first rodeo.

But thank you to everyone who understands what this situation was in its entirety and spent a minute sending support and positivity and good vibes 🫶🏼🫶🏼

And yes, the arcade will be getting a 5 star review from me in a few days.

And no did not meet him on a dating app. It was actually a meet-cute, shockingly.

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He took me to an arcade. Both in our mid-thirties. Only let him pick me up neighborhoods away from my actual home address.

Was having a decent time until I asked him about his political views. Then he added another red flag by gloating about beating someone up and leaving them on the street bloody recently. And then he took extreme issue with my opinion that children are not capable of consent. This man was actually shouting at me that I have a coddled world view and have no idea what I’m talking about. At that point, I literally stood up and politely ended the date. Should have left the building but I ran into the bathroom to hide instead.

He immediately starts blowing up my phone, demanding to know if I had left already and to come to his car out front. My only and last text to him was to state ‘no hard feelings, but our differing views weren’t going to work out in the longterm.’ And lied I got in a cab home already.

He continued to blow up my phone, claiming he thought I enjoyed arguing.

Asked a lady leaving the bathroom to flag one of the employees to come to the bathroom.

Thank you to the lady - a server came right up and I asked her for help to exit the building from a back entrance. She alerted the arcade manager and security. Thank you to server and manager and security - though there’s no back exit, they kept watch on him outside for me and took me to a closed section of the building to wait safely. They alerted me once he drove away an hour later. And the staff told me to stay as long as I wanted, along with many offers of security escorting me to my station and even calling a cab for me.

Dinner is fries and gingerale from the arcade while I continue to wait him out for a bit longer, just in case he parked behind a truck further down the block.

Found out my 2nd child will be a boy today. I already have my first boy and while I too wanted a girl, im absolutely not mad or sad about the fact that im having another boy. I told my mom and she flat out refused to believe I was having a boy, called me a liar, said I was messing with her and when i sent her my blood test results it was silence, and basically no further conversation. She was visibly upset and dare I say mad?

My brother also has 3 boys, no girls so I could understand her wanting a granddaughter but the utter disgust i witnessed when she realized im having another boy just didn't sit right with me.. Honestly put me off. Although my mom has never been much of a mom anyways so I didnt expect much from her anyways 🫠

Chicken fried chicken and gravy, mach potatoes and vegis!

Dominos for lunch. I’m so tired of myself!!!

Not really lol but I just don’t get why I can’t stick to shit. I’ll workout for a week or two and bam 4 weeks of nothing. I was cooking every Sunday for 2 months and haven’t in over 6 weeks now.
I want to eat better, I want to move more, I want o read more. I have a desire to them but I feel so unmotivated.

Girls I haven’t washed my face skincare wise in over 7 months???

I work full time and I know that causes me some burn out but I also know many of us work full time and make time for themselves.

I’d rather just order food and watch reality tv IF I’m being honest.

But when I do workout or I read or I stick to things I feel so good and proud and more confident in myself but it doesn’t last long. My birthday is in 2 weeks and I want to start my birthday with 1-2 things I can start doing to build healthy routine but I’m legit afraid of failing and I know the person who would make me fail is literally myself??? It doesn’t make sense.

Chocolate mousse that looked like a uterus somehow.

So, last Friday, I met my ex at a football game. Our breakup was less than civil, so I was dreading having to see him. Then he found me and said hi. I was rambling apologies, begging for forgiveness, and then… this man looked me in the eyes and said:

”OP, I’m gay. I’ve been dating a man for a year and a half.“

And then I burst out laughing, because his ex girlfriend is lesbian! I told him that and we started joking “It was a lavender relationship this whole time!”

So now we’re good friends again, and I’m looking forward to meeting his boyfriend.

*tiny bit nsfw, be careful

other men I’ve been with made me feel very attractive and loved but often in an empty way;

I think my first boyfriend fetishized me, he was obsessed with porn (and sex in general) and I was one of his genres. I felt very edible and lusted for and that felt pretty good at the time, I loved sending him nudes and receiving pages of compliments and cute emojis. he’d say he loved me, but I’m not sure he knew much about me aside from my music taste and favourite position.

my exhusband made me feel beautiful in my most natural forms, but wildly unattractive. He was absolutely infatuated with the idea of me. I felt desired and cherished, in the sense of a valued object in his private collection. He absolutely loved sex but ours was often kinda awkward, mechanical, and I didn’t seem present in it. I became the mother he was looking for in me, and he got his real playtime in elsewhere. None of the other women looked anything like me. The entirety of our relationship he had another girl (his fav bdsm model) as his phone screen, but he wanted to kiss me when I had matted hair, acne, and sleep breath. I thought being pedestaled behind the scenes might be enough. To this day none of his friends even know we were ever married.

my current partner is a breath of fresh air, I didn’t even know I was breathing dirty air. this man just straight up adores me (and I him). I feel thoroughly known and constantly desired. he doesn’t care much to receive my nudes, but goes absolutely insane when I wear a cute (not necessarily revealing) outfit. I often don’t make it all the way through the door before he’s taking the cute outfit off.

He regularly has to let out a sigh of pleasure when I hold his hand or lay my head in his neck. He tells me I taste so delicious, his safe space is my thighs & he could spend literal hours parked between them.

I once spent a whole afternoon on his couch telling him about something (silly) I’m passionate about, and the plans I’m making for it; he took my hand and placed it over his pants where I could feel he was rock hard; he told me “I’m literally so excited for you”. I thought that was so fucking hot, sweet and hilarious. He later told me it was his favourite day all year, just listening to me and watching me smile.

I hope I can be with this man forever, or at least a really really long time, because the bar is never coming down

For most of my life, I (39F) didn’t want to have children. Partly because I was afraid to lose my own identity and partly because of childhood trauma. I watched my parents cope with the loss of two children, and I was afraid the same would ever happen to me.

About two years ago I changed my mind. My husband and I have been together for 15 years and all of a sudden I pictured a future of us as a family.

Because of gynaecological cancer, I was not able to conceive naturally. After going through fertility treatments for two years, I became pregnant with our daughter. My pregnancy was easy. I felt great, not even once nauseous, didn’t gain much weight and didn’t develop one stretch mark. I was still working out and we traveled often.

Then it all went to shit three months ago. I went into preterm labour, ruptured through an emergency cerclage and had to give birth to our beautiful baby girl. We watched her fight for her life until she couldn’t anymore. She died while my husband held her. I experienced having the most precious thing on Earth, yet having to let her go at the same time.

The light was gone from my life. It hit me so hard. I didn’t want to live anymore, but I couldn’t make my mother lose another child. Because I now knew how that feels and I could not do that to her.

All I wanted was my baby. To care for her, hold her, love her. The people that were at my baby shower were the same people that watched my husband put her coffin in a grave. And all I can care for are the plants on her grave.

Before I could start fertility treatments again, I would need to have a pretty major surgery. But first I would need to wait at least six months to let my body heal. And I’m not getting any younger.

We went on a holiday together, to have a change of scenery. Two weeks of drinking great wine and eating amazing food.

Then, on a terrace in a small medieval town, I realized my period hadn’t come. For some reason I walked into the pharmacy across the square and bought a test. In the restaurant bathroom I took a test. I had never seen a test show a positive result this fast. Never did I ever expect this.

So now I am six weeks pregnant, while still grieving my daughter. It’s still very early on, but I am so happy. Today I visited my daughters grave, and it almost felt disrespecful to her. I am pregnant again and it hasn’t been more that three months that we lost her.

I am filled with joy, yet still heartbroken.

Food: tagliata di manzo

Ok technically I have a lot of words but damn girl WTF

Girls .. I .. something happened this morning & I just feel like I cannot tell anyone in my life at all. But I HAVE to share it. Idk I feel like it might make some people out there feel better or get a good laugh or IDK THIS WAS JUS THE MOST CRAZIEST SHIT TO EVER HAPOEN TO ME I GOTTA TELL SOMEBODY

TW -> GROSS STORY & also SH joke

My boyfriend slept over last night, as he normally does. We’ve been dating not even a year, close though. Both 26.
I woke up this morning & felt immediate dread. I jumped up and there was diarrhea all down my legs and on my butt and .. on my boyfriend. I skipped, hopped, and RAN off the bed. Unfortunately all this commotion woke him up. I’m standing there, blanket all bunched up tryna hide myself and the bed. He just kinda stands up, chugs water, says “hi sexy” and moseys on to the bathroom. I hear him peeing & I notice some shuffling going on but at this point, I’m not paying attention to him. I am FAST MOVING, stripping the bed, putting a towel down, throwing blankets into laundry bags. He comes back, I literally say nothing to him and run to the bathroom (there’s only one in my home). I’m in there only a few moments when I HEAR THE DOOR OPENING. and I run over and close it on him and all I can say is “sorry!”
I spend little to no time dilly dallying in the bathroom. I get straight to work cleaning up. Using Lysol, cleaning blankets, clothes. THANKFULLY, MASHALLAH, there is Imodium in my bathroom medicine cabinet. I LOVE my past self. I’m ngl I ripped those bitches open w my eyebrow tweezer and dry swallowed three of em. I get myself cleaned up and finally go back in the room.

He just looks at me, naked & wet from my shower, my Lysol-soaked, poopy clothes in my hands, I’m shaking and stuttering “sorry” looking down. He smiles and says “do you have anything else for the bed I wanna lay back down.” I go to the hall closet for another blanket for us & say “I’m killing myself. That was probably one of the worst things that could’ve possibly happened to someone. Shitting themselves w their beau in the bed. I am so sorry.” He just laughed and smiled and HUGGED ME. He didn’t say much of anything about the incident. All he said was “yeah I didn’t notice until I was in the bathroom taking a piss and I was like ‘what’s this on my boxers?’” 💀💀
He wanted me to go straight back to cuddling w him. He even said “I needa keep spooning you, that was so comfortable” GIRL I WAS GAGGED. WDYM SPOON ME ???!?!?!?? THAT WAS THE POSITION I SHIT ON YOU IN !!!?!?!?!?!!!!!

anyway, long story short, he fucked me twice right then & there. yeahhhhh soooo, ladies, this is just proof that you can do the most diabolically gross shit in the world, and that man will still wanna fuck you. Men are DOGS. LOVE MINE THO.
IDK LOVE U ALL SO SORRY TO BURDEN YOU W THIS GROSSNESS. MMWAH MWAH GOODNIGHT PEACE & LOVE

Dinner pictured is the DINNER THAT DID ME IN GIRL PHEW. FUCK THAT. Idk wtf got my ass but everyone else who ate w me hasn’t reported any unwell feelings. So I DUNNO FUCK
Today has just been rice & applesauce 🙂

Dinner is breakfast. French toast I made using Japanese milk bread, sausage, syrup, and fruit.

So,
I’ve been very secretly sleeping with my co-worker for a few months now, I know.. never a good idea. But I’ve never been so attracted to anybody in my entire life I felt like I couldn’t help myself. We set a boundary to not sleep with other people for STD safety and because there were some feelings involved.
Last night I went to an event where him and a few of our other co-workers were there and one of them told me that the new girl we work with told her that SHE was sleeping with my man I am fucking. The girl who told me this is gay and has a crush on me, do you think she sensed our vibe and made it up? No good reason to lie on her part. But she was drunk and I think she is a liiiitle unhinged.

But I have been suspicious of their connection in the past and he’s sworn to me up and down they are just friends. It seemed like there was something more tho when I saw them interact last night and he drove her home (she rides a bike). So IDK what to believe but it makes the most sense that he would be cheating on me given the evidence. The only thing that threw me off of that she said he was sleeping with 2 of our co-workers other than me. One of the girls mentioned I really don’t believe he would sleep with and it makes me question the validity of the whole story.

He’s coming over in an hour to “hangout” and I’m gonna confront him about what I know. Just if he keeps denying and says that my co-worker was lying I’m not sure what to do. I can’t ask to read their texts or prove it since we aren’t dating but I just don’t know if I’d be able to believe him. I’m sad because it’s the best sex I’ve ever had and most attracted to anybody I’ve ever been. I really don’t want to end it but I need to respect myself.

I made this fabulous breakfast to make myself feel better before ending it.

Update:
He admitted to sleeping with her once so I told him I can’t trust him and that I can’t sleep with him anymore. And I asked him to leave.

Im eating wedding cake 2 days after my sisters beautiful wedding. Mine and the brides mum has spent the last year lowkey hijacking the hell out of my sisters wedding, spending money we dont really have on wayy too many dress options just for her to pick one and ignore the rest. To attendees, to coworkers, to strangers down the street, she would announce she was the Mother of the Bride as if it was a big important role and not a title. She seemed like she thought she was more important than the bride herself.

So the small win happens the day of the wedding. Us bridesmaids and the bride herself were in a makeup studio, our mum left to go get her makeup done elsewhere for some reason, and comes back with bad makeup. Not clearly awful, but just bad enough to think "ooh she got done DIRTY". Me and another bridesmaid talked in private and we are 99% sure my mum did her usual song and dance about being so damn important as the Mother of the Bride to the makeup artist that they HAVE to have purposefully done her makeup terribly. What a legend. Thanks for the small act of putting her in her place, wherever you are dear makeup artist x

Found the wife’s contact. Conflicted.

A month ago I met a guy on a dating app, we slept together after meeting a couple of times. He left for Canada and kept in touch. I later found out he was married and had hidden his identity. After finding out my friends and I tried to reach out to his wife but would land up getting blocked or ignored (we thought it’s him who was doing that) also by the relatives we contacted or her actual account. Got tired of failing and I just confronted him and he accepted, apologised and never contacted me again. He begged me to not tell his wife and that the marriage wasn’t going great. I told him to stay the fuck away from me. After that I saw he deactivated his FB account and changed his LinkedIn name (shortened it - found that weird). I was so exhausted and mentally drained of the entire experience that I let it go.
Sometimes, I think about the wife and think she should know and what if she comes to me one day and finds out about everything, blames me for not telling her sooner. (I do have proof we tried to reach out).
I told my friend to call the business number she found and she got to the wife recently.
Now that I know I can reach out to her I’m conflicted between telling her about it, ruining her life and marriage and between my peace of letting it go. I know the right thing probably is to call her and tell her everything but again it’s easier said than done. I’m scared that I’ll open the floodgates to something that could cause me harm and more potential issues.
Again, I don’t want anything from the guy anymore (no contact, no getting back ). What do you guys suggest?

Dinner: my fav pesto pasta

Carrot cake for dinner.

My husband is an alcoholic, doesn’t want help, and is having an awful year. He just can’t see what damage he is doing. I fear our marriage won’t survive and hate this.

Last week when I went to the gym there was a man I had never seen before there. He has some form of disability- possibly cerebral palsy- and uses a walker. 

He kept starring at me through my sets, not really working out himself. It kinda made me feel weird but figured he was disabled, maybe he struggles with social norms and starring, I’ll just keep working out. Then while I was resting between sets he came up to me and showed me his phone, which had a message along the lines of “Jesus Christ is your Lord and Savior and wants to give you eternal life”. I smiled and told him, “Thank you for thinking of my salvation, but I’m here to work out.” Then I put my headphones back on and finished my set. He stood there staring at me for a while and then walked away, but kept watching me and following me from room to room. I ignored him. 

Then I saw him do the same thing to the two other young women that were at the gym. He didn’t exercise in the last 45 mins I was there, just followed a different woman around. 

I finished my work out and told the gym desk person, “hey, there is a man here who is going around trying to proselytize to women and show them notes on his phone, but he seems to have a disability so it might be tricky to figure out what to do.” The desk person was a middle aged lady and was kinda like “oh okay. Well…” and rolled her eyes. I said “I’m just informing you so you’re aware if it continues to be a problem.” She was like “I’ll let management know.”

He was there again when I went to workout yesterday. He literally stood next to a girl on the elliptical and kept waving his hand around as she ignored him until she eventually got off the machine. He stopped another girl on the rower. Then he started following me, I ignored him until he started waving in my face, I put my hand up in a “stop” motion and walked away, and ignored him until he tried to push his walker in front of me as I walked past him. 

I don’t know what to do. I want to be sensitive to his disability, because disabled people deserve to be out in society, go to gyms and live fulfilling lives. However, I’m going to the gym to work out- not be proselytized to, not be followed around and stared at. I felt a sinking in my stomach the second I saw him enter, and I’m contemplating switching my gym time to avoid him, which wouldn’t be ideal for my family’s schedule. 

Any advice? Am I over reacting, should I just deal with it? Should I ask the other women if he is upsetting them? Notify the gym in writing? I don’t know. 

Dinner is actually breakfast, Eggo waffles and eggs from our chickens. My

Lunch is fish and chips with a beautiful view in Switzerland! (Yes I live here)

I am 22F and I often find myself struggling with some psychological battles and what always helps is to chat with women who are already way past these years, it feels very comforting and I currently really need that! What do you wish you knew when you were in your 20s? What do you think is important for us to know? Any mistakes you did that we should never repeat and why? Also does it get better? Thank you so so much 💕

Food: tomatoes, fried vegetables + fresh noodles and vegan lentil “meat” balls.

A few months ago, my boyfriend (42) moved with me(38) and basically started a whole new chapter of his life. New city, new job, and a complete career change from security to becoming a policeman.

His onboarding involved three months of intensive training and studying, so before he started, I gave him a nice notebook and pen as a small good-luck gift. The pen had a Mark Twain quote engraved on it: “All you need in this life is ignorance and confidence, and then success is sure.” (Basically: don’t overthink all the ways you could fail - believe in yourself and go for it.) It felt pretty fitting for someone starting over in a completely new field.

He was really happy about them, but I didn’t hear much about the gift afterward. I assumed the academy had given him plenty of its own supplies and he’d probably switched to those.

Fast forward a few months: he passed his exams and got his uniform (which, completely unrelated, makes him look even hotter).❤️‍🔥

The other day, while emptying his backpack, he pulled out the pen and notebook I’d given him.
Turns out he’d been using them the entire time to make notes.
He told me he liked having them with him because they made him think of me. 🥲

I’m a huge fan of practical gifts - things people actually need and use- so finding out that this little gift had quietly accompanied him through months of studying, training, and such a huge change in his life made me ridiculously happy. ☺️

EDIT: oh wow… I didn’t expect this post to get so much attention. A few thoughts:
1) I’m not in the US, and experiences with law enforcement differ greatly around the world. I feel safe and protected by police around here.
2) It’s unfortunate that some choose to bring hostility and sweeping judgments into what was simply a positive story. Not every story needs to become a platform for hate.

Thank you

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Hi everyone I posted here a few days ago when I first started going to a recovery clinic for alcoholism.

I teared up several times reading everyones comments and encouragement, so I wanted to say thank you so much and also share an update! I made it! Still taking it day by day, but celebrating milestones none the less with some of my favourite snacks and some spooky movies.

Dinner is spicy tuna dip with wonton chips, spring rolls and pot stickers (+ n/a mango mojito ^u^ )

I have always wanted an IUD but I was always scared to get it. I also grew up in a religious household that made it seem evil and getting over that as an adult took time. I’m pro abortions but then I know I can’t go through with it.

So I going to a relationship with this really sweet guy and we don’t use protection. I actually love how sex feels without protection, so it’s not entirely his fault. But I did tell him that I would like us to use it, but we didn’t so it’s wherever.

My period was late for over seven days one time and I got scared and I decided to get an IUD. I told my BF about it and he was like he doesn’t want me to do it and will use protect protection. We never used protection after that conversation was had and every time before we did the do I will bring up. Do you have a condom and he will say no and after he will tell me, I need to remind me him to bring it or he’s gonna forget. I recently had another pregnancy scare, and I was so afraid because I am not ready for a child. My period ended up coming, but I decided that I will be getting an IUD for sure now.

I made the appointment and I told my BF that I need him to drive me to Planned Parenthood so I can get the IUD placed and then he got mad at me because he was saying that he feels like it’s his fault and that he has heard that IUD’s cause complications. I told him that if I get any complication, I’m just gonna take it out.

But then he still mad because he was saying that he doesn’t understand why I needed it because it’s not like we’re not in a relationship and he’s my boyfriend and if anything happens he has got me, but I keep on telling him that this is not up to him, and this is my decision. So that’s where we’re at now. I don’t even know what’s going on and I don’t understand why this is a conversation that I keep on explaining to him. I’m not gonna baby him or try to console him about my decision about my body to protect my womb.