Category: Advice Column

My son (19m) bragged to another family member about stealing a pair of expensive boots. He said he took of his old ones, put them on the shelf and walked out with the new ones on his feet.

Worst part is my son called to tell me how exited he was that someone “gave him” a nice pair of boots, and told me a whole story about it. I was asked not to say I was told by the family member who told me. I know I cant do much, but am just looking for some advice or even just your thoughts. I feel so disappointed.

I have a friend and thus far in my entire life she’s always been good to me. Whenever we catch up, they just always seem to have something bad happening to her. from my perspective, it really is just shitty people doing shitty things because they can see that she’s kind and theytake advantage of it.

She confided in me the other day that she feels cursed and we’re Christian so I just prayed for her, But lately I can’t help but start to wonder the same thing. And I don’t wonder because I wish that for her, but to ultimately help her because it’s just so sad to watch and I don’t know how to help. So, why do bad things happen to good people? And if you were in my shoes, how would you handle these feelings?

My husband (39M) and I (37F) have been married for five years, and we have a one-year-old together. I love him, but I feel like something is really wrong, and I don’t know how much more I can accept. He’s a sweet man at heart, but he needs help. Looking back, I think I missed a lot of red flags while we were dating.

When we first met, he was the best man I’d ever been with. He didn’t have much experience with intimacy, but he still made me orgasm more than anyone else before him, and I got swept up in that. Fast forward to today, and he’s extremely lazy. I constantly have to tell him what to do, like I’m his mom. Even basic things like showering or brushing his teeth only happen because I tell him it turns me off.

I’m 16, and while I’m interested in almost everything, my biggest passions are the origin of the universe, the human brain, consciousness, and biology. That’s why I plan to go into medicine—it combines all of my main interests and also offers one of the most statistically stable, high-income career paths.

I’d likely choose a specialty with an average salary around $500k-$1million. My goal is to maximize that income to build significant wealth—not through index funds or anything with returns under 10%, but through higher-return opportunities. Based on my research, real estate crowdfunding and angel investing seem to offer the best odds for strong ROI if approached wisely. I’m aiming for 15–25% returns, which, with $400k invested annually, could grow into substantial income once the returns start compounding.

Yesterday, I [M24] went on a first date with a girl I’ve known through mutual friends for a while. We’ve exchanged glances before, the vibe was always good, and I’d been crushing on her for a bit—so after some solid conversation recently, I finally asked her out.

We went to the pier, grabbed food, played some games—it was great. I even brought her flowers (yeah, I know, kind of cheesy). After I handed them to her, I offered to leave them in my car so she wouldn’t have to carry them around, but she smiled and said, “But I want to carry them around.” The chemistry was strong. We both said we were looking for something serious, we held hands, and she even let me sneak a kiss at the end of the night.

I’m an avid chess player, and over the years, my chess rating has become more than just a number—it’s become a part of my identity. Whenever I win a game and see my rating go up, I feel on top of the world. But when I lose and my rating drops, it feels like a personal failure. These fluctuations have started to impact my mood, self-esteem, and even how I interact with others.

Lately, it’s been getting worse. I find myself obsessively checking my rating and replaying my losses in my head, wondering what I could have done differently. I compare myself to higher-rated players and feel inferior and stupid. This has led to anxiety and a lack of enjoyment in other areas of my life. I’m caught in a vicious cycle of self-doubt and pressure to perform, and I don’t know how to break free.

I’m 27M, my wife is 25F, and we’ve been together for 6 years (2 married). I love her and I’m happy she’s found a passion for social media—she posts daily, is growing a following, and even makes a little money from it.

But here’s the issue: I can’t stand social media myself. I don’t want to be in her videos or pictures, and I’ve said I’ll support her from a distance—but it’s just not my thing. Despite that, she often sends me couple content and asks why I can’t be like those guys, and says I’m unsupportive because I don’t want to participate.