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My wife is a stay at home mom and we have a five year old who just started homeschooling about three months ago. Since we started, it’s been rough.
My wife has a bad temper, and when our daughter doesn’t understand something right away, she’ll yell at her, get frustrated, and sometimes just give up and walk away while our daughter is crying. She’s said things like “if you can’t do it then I’ll throw all your toys away.”
The other day she texted me: “Think our daughter is fucking retarded.”
I’m a 40-year-old single dad, and my daughter is 19. Her mom passed away 9 years ago, so it’s basically been the two of us ever since. I’ve always tried to keep communication open so she feels like she can talk to me about anything.
Last week, she started to bring something up but backed out. After that, she made a few jokes about OnlyFans, which felt like she was testing my reaction. A few days later, she asked me for money to buy a DSLR camera. We already have cameras at home, and I offered her one, but she insisted on a specific model.
We’ve been married nearly ten years and have four kids. Over the years, there have been moments where my husband’s lack of action has made him seem weak or unwilling to protect me.
The first was when I was eight months pregnant and a woman aggressively shoved my belly and hurled insults. I was hurt and scared. My husband stood there and said nothing—even when she turned on him. I felt abandoned, though I tried to chalk it up to pregnancy hormones and move on.
More recently, a large aggressive dog came at us while we were walking. I instinctively grabbed for his arm, but he elbowed me away. The dog eventually left, but I broke down crying. He apologized for not reacting “perfectly,” even though he knows I have a deep fear of big dogs from a past attack.
After high school, I moved to a new city for college and found a nice apartment where I’ve been living ever since. About four months ago, a friend in my program asked if she could stay with me four days a week to avoid the long commute from her home. I agreed.
At first, it was fine. She doesn’t help with groceries (except buying yogurt for herself), doesn’t chip in for utilities, and doesn’t do chores—but she’s not messy, so I let it go.
(17m) Im 5’4 and I have no hope of getting taller, i found out my growth plates have closed so I’ll be stuck at this height forever. I got an x-ray earlier and I almost started crying in the car on our way home.
It’s clearly important, all the videos I see about how being tall is so desirable and the comments with women saying they deserve tall boyfriends with thousands of likes.
It’s depressing to think my worth as a person and a man depends on something out of my control.
I’ve been researching leg lengthening surgery but it is very expensive and the recovery seems brutal.
I have been married to my wife for about two years. We have known each other for around seven years and have been together for five. Our marriage has mostly been happy, with the normal ups and downs that come with any relationship.
My brother lives across the country for work and was recently coming back home for a family celebration that happened to fall around my birthday.
A couple of weeks before his visit, something started to feel off with my wife. She had been on a work trip and told me she happened to meet up with my brother while she was there. She said they grabbed lunch and caught up. At the time I did not think anything of it.
I’m at the point where I honestly don’t know what to do. I’ve been with my husband for over a decade, and we’ve been married for several years. Together we’ve built a life — a home, a dog, and a young child.
A couple of years ago, when our baby was still an infant, I found out that my husband had been exchanging explicit photos with someone else for several months. It was never physical, but it still hurt deeply. It made me feel unattractive and like I wasn’t enough. At the time I was a brand-new mom trying to navigate parenthood and all the exhaustion and changes that come with it.
I never fully forgave him for it, but we tried to work through things. Like any couple we’ve had disagreements, but overall things seemed fairly stable.
I’m a 25-year-old woman. I’m 5’9”, about 148 pounds, with a BMI around 21. I work out five days a week—usually a mix of cardio, abs, and weight training. I try to eat pretty healthy most of the time. My typical meals are things like salmon, tuna, chicken, eggs, and vegetables. I also work part-time as a waitress, so I’m on my feet a lot during my shifts. I do love chocolate, but not in a crazy way—I have some here and there and know when to stop.
My boyfriend (25M) is also very fit—honestly even fitter than I am—but I guess that’s pretty common.
We’ve been together for about three and a half years. Throughout that time, he’s had this weird habit of telling me that I’m going to end up with type 2 diabetes. He started saying this years ago, and it’s always confused me because I’m active, eat fairly well, and have a pretty slim build.
When my husband and I first met, I weighed about 140 pounds. I was in my early twenties at the time and dealing with a lot—depression, anxiety, and drinking too much trying to fill a void. I had just gotten out of a really unhealthy relationship that had drained me.
Since then, life has happened. We got married, had a baby, and I was diagnosed with postpartum anxiety, hypothyroidism, and depression. Around the same time, I was put on birth control, antidepressants, and thyroid medication.
I’ve been dating this girl for about eight months. Last Tuesday I checked my balance and noticed that $900 had disappeared. When I looked through the transaction history, there was a charge from a boutique. I’ve never shopped there, so I immediately knew something wasn’t right.
I asked my girlfriend if she knew anything about it. She got defensive right away, and after a bit of back and forth she admitted that she had used my phone while I was in the shower to buy herself a Prada bag. She didn’t ask. She didn’t mention it. She just grabbed my phone and paid for it. She knew my passcode because I trusted her.
When I told her that what she did was theft, she flipped out and said I was being dramatic. She argued that I shouldn’t care so much because I “have plenty of money sitting there anyway.”
