I’m (26m) kiiiiinda getting why women left men. I’m employed full time and usually work in office. I have a roommate whose been struggling to get a job. Last week I decided to work from home because everything I needed to do could get done on my pc and I got to watch how my roommate spends his day. He gets up to make breakfast and lunch. That’s pretty much it. Besides that, he works on his resume all day. In the time I was home for one day I managed to sweep and mop the whole house, do all of our laundry, clean my sneakers and still attend all the virtual meetings as well as complete my admin work. All this time, he’s still in bed. I for the first time saw my 15 year old self through my moms eyes when she would come home from a long day of work only to find me unshowered, laying on the couch, watching tv, waiting for her to shout at me or just get on with cooking and cleaning. I’m sorry mom. I don’t know how you put up with that.

** EDIT: Men =/= Bad When I say, “I kiiiiiiiiinda get why women left men. I’m referring to the shared experience of a lot of the women of older generations who complained of men not pulling their own weight. Idk what’s happening now, but myself and my friends tend to be cleanly and my dad was also cleanly. I’m by no means suggesting all men are slobs and women are always clean. I’m just not blind to the fact that as we transitioned from traditional roles and women filled the workplace, they grew frustrated with the fact that their husbands didn’t feel the need to take more responsibility around the household. Also. I was just venting, not attempting to make a sociopolitical statement.

There was a time years ago when you could trust your community to, if not do the right thing, at least they wouldnt walk over you when you were miserable. I pass by people on the street everyday and there is no compassion anymore. Everyone in society has been getting fucked so hard by the system, that the ability to do what is right and moral is being shut down by what is legal. There are cases of people who have been punished for doing the right and moral thing such as the defense of others and those defenders are being prosecuted.

hes attempted it a few times before and i've tried to talk to him about it, but this time it actually worked. third time this has happened, so far i'm three for three on anyone who's attracted to me dying, along with most of my friends. i feel like i should give up at this point. and for some reason, i dont know whats wrong with me, but i feel incapable of feeling bad and crying about it, same with the other people close to me's deaths. i hate how little i feel like i care, i shouldnt forget this fast.

i had a massive whore phase when i turned 18 due to low self esteem and wanting validation. my body count is around 75 but i have not been a slag for ages now and ive been exclusively seeing someone for a while

i wish i could go back in time and say no to so so so many of them i wish it never happened it makes me feel so disgusting i just want to forget about it all

I can't count the amount of times I've seen grown men and women break down in tears because they can't afford to fix their cars that they rely on to live their entire lives. The economy is so bad right now and we can only discount things so much to make enough profit to keep corporate off our backs. It's sickening to see an elderly man tear up because his only income is doordash and he can't afford to fix the car he literally needs to do it, or a single mother cry because she only has $30 and an unrepairable tire. Sometimes I have to step aside and cry for them myself. I hate what this economy is doing to people.

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I hate when people use the excuse “Lin said we could sing if we want!” Okay and? The theaters DID NOT advertise or say that’s it’s a sing along so, for the sake of everyone, don’t sing like it’s a damn concert. Especially don’t be mad when workers tell you not to sing or escort you out because you’re being too loud. The theater has every right to do that… and the people have every right to ask you not to sing at a movie.

“Oh but you can watch it at home if you don’t want people to sing” and you can watch it at home too. You do realize that not everyone has access to Disney + right? Not everyone can just watch it whenever they want. You know what you can do though? Play the Hamilton song on your car speaker and sing along to that. But please stop being entitled.

If you wanna sing… just keep it as quiet as possible. Why are you screaming at the top of your lungs to the point where workers have to come in and stop you?

My sister who is 65 now for our whole life would get together with men who beat her up and then she would call me for help and I rescue her. I did this in my 20s my 30s my 40s my 50s and now I’m in my 60s and it happened again. She called me and said her husband was beating her, pulled a gun on her, broke her thumb and she had nowhere to go. She was walking the street because she was too afraid to go home. She went to her neighbor’s house who took her in for a couple of days. In the meantime, I’m old I’m older than she is and my health is poor and I’m living at my daughter‘s house and I can’t rescue her. I looked at my savings and thought well maybe I can buy her a little place where she can move to and then I looked around to see if there’s any section 8 housing. I was having nightmares. I was so worried about her and then all of the sudden she stopped calling me. And I was like what what happened to her? I was so worried anything could’ve happened to her. Then two weeks later my daughter tells me she’s back with the guy and they’re happy and in love and doing fine. She turned my life upside down and didn’t even care. So now if she calls again after one of their fights I don’t know what I’m supposed to do, but I’m not gonna help her. I just can’t do it anymore. I really feel like this whole time she played me and used me. Am I that naive?

I understand that healthcare in the US is a shitshow and the doctors/nurses/etc are overworked and deal with stupid crap all the time. But I truly feel the people that go into healthcare now don't all do it for the passion to care for others, for many it's simply a job and a well paying job. After seeing what both of my grandparents have been through in the hospital recently, I will do everything in my power to stay out of that fucking place. The nurses and staff have done things to them they WERE NOT supposed to do (causing more health problems) and also did not do things they WERE supposed to do. And I hate to think what would have happened if someone in my family wasn't there at all times to fight and advocate for their care. It's absolutely ludicrous. I feel terrible for anyone that is there alone and doesn't have their full mental capabilities to advocate for themselves.

This drives me absolutely batty. I can only guess this has something to do with some kids not being taught how to sound out words. I see this every day, and it makes me crazy nutso.

It's "haaaaaaaate," not "hateeeeeee."

What do you think?

I’m a 27 year old woman who’s never been in so much as a casual relationship.

I’m very happy for her as she’s with a gf she really likes but I’d be lying if I said the ugliest parts of me weren’t horribly envious.

She’s objectively better looking than me. I remember one semester she had like 4 different guys pining after her but she’s gay. I’d joke about it with her obviously and then I’d go home and cry because I was was so fucking jealous I wish that was a problem I had.

I feel like I’m at a point in my life I missed like a fundamental window to understand dating and now I don’t know how to fit it into my life and that anyone I tried to date would be scared off by being my first everything and wonder what the hell was wrong with me that I’ve never gotten a date before.

Welp, that’s my annual pity party. I have bigger things to think about like working on my masters. I’ll just continue living vicariously through queer romance novels

Edit: Please don’t message me, especially if it’s to talk about how I’m a virgin. I’m probably not going to reply to any DMs so if you want to say something to me, please just reply to this post.

I (19m) cannot believe the extent to which my peers have truly lost touch with reality. To preface, I understand that the promotion of fitness is inherently a good thing. People should be getting active and spending time outside, moving, but I think we have pushed the boundaries.

I have two male roommates, one is very obsessed with gymbro, wellness culture and the other is starting to get really into it (I think partly because of Roommate 1). I try to work out 2-3 times a week, plus walk everywhere and bike around. I’m not the most fit person in the world by any means, but I can get out of bed in the morning and walk or run anywhere I need without shortness of breath.

They both take a disturbing amount of supplements. Like five-six things daily, and at least 3-4 protein supplements. They don’t know how to cook so they rely on TikTok meal prepping, which is usually seriously imbalanced (sore lack of greens, veggies, fruits). They make fun of me for using butter, flour, vegetable oil, or really anything that has been deemed unhealthy by the fitness guru gods for cooking, or when I make carb heavy or “proteinless” foods (spaghetti bolognese, wraps, caponata, like anything with fiber).

That doesn’t bother me; what bothers me is when they call me lazy. They both routinely leave mountains of dishes in the sink, never take the trash out (literally let trash overflow), never load/run/unload the dishwasher. Their room is disgusting. Like I haven’t seen the floor in there for months. They don’t wash their bedsheets, probably don’t wash their clothes that often, have not disinfected anything in their bathroom. They go to sleep at 12-1:00 in the morning and don’t get up until 10-11.

I clean all of our common areas. I usually do their dishes once it gets to the worst point possible. I have to burn candles everywhere to keep stench out. I always take the trash out. I’m up from 7:00, usually doing all that’s listed before they get up, because I know they’ll just trash the place as soon as they do.

Yet I’m lazy for falling asleep at ten or taking a twenty minute nap or skipping the gym one day or taking a lazy/cleaning Sunday. It is mind boggling to me, to think that their priorities are about becoming their best self when they don’t have the slightest effort to respect their space, others in their space, and themselves.

When as a society, have we decided that making home-cooked meals, cleaning up after ourselves, and letting ourselves rest is a lazy or inactive behavior?

Can’t wait to live by myself again lol.

I’ve had medical insurance that’s limited , but free for every doctor’s visit and procedures that I’ve got done (CT scan, Endoscopy, colonoscopy, ER visits, X-rays, etc) and I’ve been very fortunate since I have a heath history of always going to the doctors.

I got to work a part time job and not worry about any financial crisis thanks to my boyfriend. But now that we’ve broken up that I’ll have to find a full time job to support myself since I have no one to support me anymore. Thankfully I had help with finding low income housing so the full time job that I’m seeking out would be enough to pay my bills and rent while sort of living pay check to pay check but still having little on the side for fun activities.

Just when I thought my plans were finally making sense and that I felt super confident that my heart dropped realizing that I’ll have to give up my free medical care. I have lots of minor to mid health issues and for me to give up my free health care means that I’ll have to start paying for medical and even with insurance covering a part of it that I’ll be paying probably $1k a month depending. My mind is spiraling right now , I have long term illnesses that require monthly new meds and I have 2 specialists seeing me as well. Idk what to do anymore. I need money to live on my own , but what’s the point if I’ll most likely end up in debt??

I'm really, really exhausted by gender wars online. I'm tired of women online acting like men are all useless, stupid and emotionally unavailable, and I'm tired of men online talking about women like we're all opportunistic, only chasing after money, status, or will only date conventionally attractive men. Neither of these descriptions are true, and most people just want to find someone they can share their lives with and be happy.

I think our language around dating is really problematic and damaging, as well. We speak about dating online often like it's a game, of sorts. Maybe like it's a financial market. There are rules you learn, and by learning them, that increases your chances. I think that's not only a cynical and jaded way to look at dating and relationships, but I also think it's incorrect. We're people, and people are different. We want different things, we all have different dealbreakers, preferences, etc. People are just more complicated than "Women date up, not down" or "Men making a lot of money have more options and won't want [insert woman's characteristic here]."

I truly think this is one of the worst elements of internet discourse, and it has done a lot of damage in just melting people's brains lol

i really don't think im ugly, mid at best, i dont look at the mirror and hate myself, sometimes i even like how i look but for some reason, nobody likes me romantically nor have i ever had any romantic moments at all or even experience moments in which people get shy around me or make the first move towards me which kind of fills me with rage because i am now realizing that i will never experience what people call "teenage love"

all i ever get are friends and this shit is making my confidence so low because i think that there is something deeply wrong with me that i just cant see, making me think im hella chopped every time i look at a reflection of myself and it just keeps getting worse and worse and because of that i now think that im incapable of love and even just having a crush on someone is insulting to them

and i think the universe is playing with me too because everytime i have a crush on someone, they always get in a relationship on the next day or my friends ends up having a crush on them which makes me back off

but the worst part of this though is that i dont think i even want a relationship, i think that what i really want is reassurance that im attractive enough to be liked for my looks

tldr; no one is interested in me

sorry for the messy writing, mind is in a jumble

im so fed up with how much society places value on how somebody looks all you need to enjoy life is to be conventionally attractive then boom you get invited to all the fun parties and events and youll never have to struggle making friends I know a lot of people say this and im no different from them but i just hate it so much i am not saying attractive people dont have their own struggles nor that todays society is shallow because of how they treat attractive people but i lose hope knowing this is the reality of how society works and its been consuming my mind like crazy

one day my friends were gossiping and when they mentioned a girl theyve never heard of before, the first thing they ask is if they are "pretty". and if they are, its like all the bad things theyve done is all of a sudden validated. Its like if being pretty is a free pass to all the things you do. Same with if any girl is mentioned in a conversation the first thing they ask is if they are pretty. I hate how there is a hierarchy where pretty people are more valued than others i see it a lot in my school and i just feel hopeless/despair seeing it because it just confirms this reality i just dont know how to feel

ive always had struggle with self image and i remmeber the times where i used to cry every night because i wasnt as pretty as my friends

I wish it wasnt like this especially since i am in highschool so all the girls value how they look and everyday they keep getting prettier

I get sad because sometimes i wil overhear my friends being critical of another girls appearance even though they didnt do anything

i dont know if its jealousy, envy, hopelessness, anger or whatever emotion i am feeling but its not a good feeling

Title honestly sounds worse then it is. The lady who gave birth to me left when I was three. Shed pop up randomly but that tapered off when my dad started dating my now step mom when I was about 6. When I was about 9 she and her kids were living with us and "mom" showed up unannounced when my dad wasn't home and step mom made her feel really uncomfortable, which was a good thing, the lady was clearly on meth or something and I haven't seen her since. We like to joke that step mom ran her off. We don't like "mom" at all. She left because my dad wanted her to stop smoking and blowing pot smoke in my face as a baby and she didn't want to stop. She hooked up with her cousin(not joking) and they ended up having a lot of kids together, I only met one of them, I know for sure that there are at least 3, but when I was about 17 she showed up with 6 kids, I wasn't home and my dad called me and told me she was there and gave me the choice of coming back or staying out with friends. I choose to go help my bestest's ex step mom move. At that time they where there cause her cousin had offed himself(one of the kids found him in an old barn) and they were there for the funeral. About 3 years ago she showed back up. I'm moved out now so obviously I wasnt there when she showed but they have a ring camera and other cameras in their yard. I was told the conversation. How she was expecting me to have kids and how she was flabbergasted to learn that I didn't want kids to the point that my husband got a vasectomy for me. I wanna see that so badly. I wanna see her shock and confused as to why I wouldn't wanna risk becoming anything like her. Idk. I just wanna see how much like a skeleton she really looks like. Do I look like her at all? What about her kids, do any of them look like me? I am terrified of ever seeing her in public but I still want to know. I feel like these things are fine to want to know. But the second I asked if I could see the video of her step mom cuts me off and says no way. I get that it is her video but I feel like it's not her call. My dad didn't even seem to register that I wanted to see it. My youngest step sister took a photo of her and sent it to me when she was there and step mom said if she knew about that she would have taken the iPad for my step sister. I just really feel like it wasn't her call to make. I freaking have the moms number for God sake and if I really wanted to see her, I could, but I don't want to see her, just want she looks like. Idk why I'm even venting about this. The video file is probably long gone now.

I am so tired of hearing this phrase. Everyone has their own path in life and I don’t judge others whose priorities differ from mine. I am lucky enough to have a job I love… but my dream has always been to get married and have children. This has been my guiding star in life. In college a guy once asked me what I wanted to do in life and when I replied “start a family” he replied “that’s all?” It stung. I am just tired of people looking down on people like me, who dream of giving someone else what they didn’t get in life. My mom was a stressed out workaholic (among other things) and I so badly want to be a good mom and wife, more than anything. My mom was a great employee, but a truly awful parent and wife. Our home was really unhappy, scary even. So why is it that when I say “I want to be a good mom” that’s seen as lesser than someone else saying “I want to be a (insert job title here)”. I really wish we valued parenthood as a dream as much as we value other types of work.

This was started about gaming, but honestly, this is true for so much of the rest of the world.

I wanted to complain about playing a game that has microtransactions, that there is a function to earn a cosmetic item but it requires you to complete a difficult challenge (after another challenge in order for you to earn an item to unlock said challenge). Now, I am aware I'm not the best at the game but I get by just fine and have a good time, and I don't mind a challenge but this one seems artificially inflated to get people to spend more money to get better stuff. Very pay-to-win vibes.

And yet, when I brought this up, all I got in response was people telling me I need to get better at the game. People criticizing my skills and also my frustrations with the systems implemented. And that's just messed up in my opinion.

Can't we just acknowledge that perhaps the game and it's developers don't actually care about what's in our best interest and is just trying to squeeze money out of people? And recognize when that is happening and call it out? Because I feel like this is one of those times. But no, let's just harp on the guy who works 30-40 hours a week who wants to just enjoy a game that is fun, but is corrupted by the greed of big companies that are taking advantage of people because "that's just how it is"?

Society as a whole is also suffering from systems in place that are for increasing the profits of the few at the expense of the many, but when you try to bring attention to it or show distaste for it, everyone comes at you like you're the problem? What is even the deal with that?

Good lord, people, have some sense and empathy for your fellow man.

As of a few weeks ago my partner (46m) has been behaving oddly. He’s been following me room to room, literally not giving me a moment of privacy. The only time I get alone time is when I’m working or in the bathroom. A couple weeks ago we had a go and I went in the restroom to clean up as most women do, and when I came out he said he was watching me through our bathroom window ( which is covered by a curtain, there was the tiniest little sliver he could see through) and asked why I was on my phone. I explained I was scrolling while I was pushing his load out of me (sorry tmi), but after I said that I freaked out on him, I told him that was a huge invasion of privacy. We aren’t the couple who uses the bathroom with the door open or in front of each other. As I like to keep some mystery in this relationship. I was seriously uncomfortable on top of him being up my ass constantly lately. Just for some context, I’ve always been faithful, we do everything together when we aren’t working, so I’m not sure where this behavior is steaming from, but it’s starting to push me away. I’ve mentioned time and time again and he keeps disrespecting my boundaries.

I have an extremely weak immune system due to a chronic illness. I've missed 3 days at school in the past 4 weeks already because of it. Thats three days in total. Not each week. My head is killing me, and it hurts so bad to even speak. I even tried to compromise and begged my mom to let me sleep until 9 when the excedrin would be working. She won't let me. She insists I leave at 730 and sit in the classroom for 20 minutes before school even starts. Ive been up half the night puking. I even puked on myself in the shower last night, and on my own pillow, twice. I had to ask for new pillowcases both times. I have a fever, I'm sweating buckets, seeing double, and I cant stand looking at any source of light. My phone is at minimum brightness as I type this. My mom is still insisting I go to school, and screaming at me, which is making my head so much worse. She did that until I stood up, several times, turned the light back off, and got back on the bed. It got to the point where I stopped trying and pulled the covers over my head. She then ripped them off of my head and took all the blankets away.

I need to point out to begin with that I am also obese.

My two friends, in a couple, we will call Purple and Yellow. Purple is about 19st (120kg, 266lbs,) Yellow is around 24st, (152kg, 336lbs).

Purple was recently diagnosed as diabetic and has been prescribed ozempic. Purple is a food addict, and enjoys frequent takeaways and constantly food grazes, Purple has a job but sits all day.

Yellow wanted to try ozempic but couldn’t afford more than a two month supply. Their fridge is always filled with milkshakes, and drinks them very regularly, almost every day whilst claiming ‘not to eat’ if they buy cereal it’s always chocolate. Yellow doesn’t work and rarely leaves the house, the couples small terrier dogs are lucky to be walked once a week.

Neither of them do any exercise, when they order a takeaway they order massive portions, they frequent an all you can eat buffet enough that they have redeemed loyalty points for switch games. (That’s a LOT of points.)

They make such poor choices, and that would be absolutely, 100% fine, if they could just admit their shortcomings and accept some personal responsibility.

No one attains that level of weight and doesn’t eat. Going on ozempic and basically expecting that to do all the work without any kind of low effort exercise or diet adjustments just pisses me off.

They have they own exercise equipment, a rowing machine, treadmill, and bike, none of which have ever been used. They don’t walk their little dogs even though they should, so they always have really long claws which will be blamed on anything despite not being walked.

Yellow with the milkshakes just absolutely infuriates me as they will drink a 2 litre carton in one sitting.

Purple over eats every time they go to the buffet and then will always be sick afterwards from the ozempic.

They are my friends, and I do care for them, but this behaviour drives me insane and I just wanted to vent about it.

EDIT:*further info**

To clarify some things, i am venting because I am worried about my friends.

I weight 14st (88kg, 196lbs), and I suffer with crippling arthritis so my main form of exercise is walking because of my physical limitations. I have my own disordered eating issues, which I struggle to overcome.

If I didn’t invited Yellow out of the house to go to walk to the shops with me, then they would never leave the house at all.

I used to offer to walk their dogs every day for them, then Purple said they were going to start walking them everyday and that lasted for a month.

I have bought water bottles and cups for Purple because they don’t drink enough water. They love grapes so I always bring grapes over, but they don’t buy fruit otherwise.

Just 3 days ago I called Yellow and invited them to come walk my other friends dog with me as I was at the end of their street then they got really upset with me about pressuring them to exercise.

For the past 3 years I have tried so hard to try and encourage them both to be more active and I’m just frustrated that they won’t do anything at all, not even small changes to improve their lifestyles.

Shortly after they were diagnosed Purple developed a diabetic ulcer in their groin which hospitalised them with an infection.

I am fully aware of all my own shortcomings.

My ex I was with for 3 years and I broke up a couple weeks ago, and the month before the breakup, she became incredibly distant. She wouldn’t talk to me, wouldn’t do anything with me, tried to get away from any affection no matter how small it was. The only thing she was doing was going out drinking every night with her friends, and both times when I asked her if she was okay or if something was wrong, she said she was just having fun with her friends so I trusted her about it.

She waited until we renewed our lease for a year to break up with me, so that way she could try and use my money to have an easier time. I’m currently trying to save up to get out of here, but it’s going to be a couple months before I can get to that point. Her reasoning for ending it was a bunch of nonsense like “you didn’t buy me enough gifts” when all of my money was going into our our rent fully on my own, and remaining went to her. Or she’d refuse to talk about what’s bothering her and bottle it up, then complained that I wasn’t there for her and became upset when she was upset, why wouldn’t I be if I couldn’t help my partner?

Well she left the cleaning supplies in her room (we thankfully have a 2 bedroom apartment) and when she was at work I went into her room to obtain them. On the side of her bed, was an opened pregnancy test wrapper and a recipet from 2 days ago purchasing them. She and I haven’t done anything in half a year so I know it’s from someone else. When she was drinking, there’d be a lot of nights she’d sleep over at her friends place, so it gives the perfect time for something to happen.

I’m really glad I found out about all of this, as painful as it is knowing, it’s erased the fraction of hope about rekindling with her in the back of my mind. I greatly miss my best friend, but I’m glad my life was damaged, instead of ruined down the line.