My kid started kindergarten this year and told me she has no friends. She said the other kids don’t want to play with her and tell each other not to talk to her. She says she plays alone on the playground and even though they eat lunch at the same table, nobody wants to talk to her.

They’re doing spirit week at school and one day is Twin Day. She asked a few kids if they wanted to twin with her and they all said no. Why is there even such a thing as Twin Day? I feel like it makes kids feel excluded.

I reached out to the school and her teacher said she asked my kid, and my kid said everything was fine and she was happy. I explained that my kid doesn’t open up often and she probably didn’t feel comfortable telling her. I never got a response back even though I was told they would follow up with me.

I am so heart broken. My kid is the only child, and her dad and I are divorced. I raised her to be strong and outspoken as I feel like she will need to be in this world, but now I feel like I did too much and she is not liked by others. I don’t know what to do, or if I should even do anything at all and let her figure it out.

Pizza is not burnt. It’s from Prince St Pizza in Chicago and it’s their charcoal crust.

Day 3 Leftovers from a giant pot: Golden Curry with Tofu.

It's yummy but after 3 days i can't curry anymore! 🤢

My stepchild (16) came to me this morning before school and asked me if I would help get a chest binder for their size 34 C chest.

They have been shifting towards a more loose fitting clothing style for a few months now, basically since the school year started, so I wasn't surprised, just at a loss to find something appropriate.

They fit in a women's medium (hollister size) with the C cup and I'm worried if i get the wrong size there could be pain or damage. They don't always speak up if they're uncomfortable, so I might not know right away if the fit is not good.

I need advice (even more wonderful if i get some from trans folks that have used binders) on how to size properly, and a recommendation on online shops if allowed here.

I don’t know what I’m eating I just found it at work

I’m 22 and this guy I’m seeing asked me to get a full panel STD/STI test before we continue our relationship. I agreed because I know I’m clean. I found out I have HSV1, we opened the results together and prior to me opening my results he was all over me and kissing me. He saw it and then he backed away from me. I asked him what was wrong and he said he has to do his own research on it and then he left.

We were texting and I told him that I’m worried that my thing is bugging him and he sent me this: “I really like you and you've been sweeter than any other girl l've talked too but I don't think I'd be comfortable with it. Dating is already hard enough honestly but I'd still like to take you out and hangout this Saturday”

I’m so confused because I thought HSV1 cannot be transferred unless I have an active outbreak. I haven’t had one since I was a child, that was my first and only time I got a cold sore. It’s been nearly 2 decades since then. If he’s so worried about getting it I understand him not wanting to be with me, but we have already done stuff, so I kind of don’t get it?

I’m feeling really gross right now. I feel so incredibly disgusting and there’s no way for me to get rid of how dirty I feel. This thing is forever. I initially didn’t think it was a big deal until his reaction.

Takeaway meatlovers pizza I had a few weeks ago during exams

Original Post https://www.reddit.com/r/GirlDinnerDiaries/s/YWBXcpzRTz

I already wrote this whole update out then just as I was about to post it my phone went flat and I lost the draft 😭😭 so here’s my tired recap of whats happened since I posted last (oh and thank you guys for all the support and advice, helped me decide how to go about this and for that I’m so grateful)

- I sent her a message asking to meet up sometime and talk about what happened, but after about 12 hours after sending and still being left on delivered I said fuck it and just called her.

When she picked up it was awkward at first, we said our hellos, how are you’s, and I finally got the courage and just asked “how much do you remember about the other night?”

This led to an awkward but honest 2.5 hour call where lots of things were finally cleared up.
She said she was sorry about how she came onto me before I stopped her and said I was sorry I wasn’t clear the reason I made her stop was fear she was still drunk and couldn’t make the decision to consent, and not because I didn’t like it (I did!!) we both agreed no consent was violated and we don’t regret anything that happened apart from the next morning

This led to admitting we were quite sober in the second half of the night and she remembered about as much as I did.
She then told me why she had pretended to forget what happened: before she saw me the next morning she talked to one of our other friends staying over and they implied they had heard us, something along the lines of “you must’ve had fun last night!” And it freaked her out because she felt judged and embarrassed that our friends knew we hooked up and so she wanted it to seem like she didn’t know so they didn’t talk to her about it. She didn’t realise it would also make me think she was brushing me off, and she apologised. Oh, and she called me gorgeous 🙃 looking back, I think our friendship has always been a bit romantic and this was probably going to happen at some point and we just got unlucky with it being while we were drunk with friends in the other room.

Neither of us are really ready to tell anyone in real life about what we are, come out or anything so it’s really lovely I can just dump it here 😭😭

We’re going to meet up and get food together on the weekend as a non official date just to see if we have chemistry elsewhere. Even if we don’t work out we will definitely stay friends who don’t have to pretend we never hooked up and could laugh about this someday

A year and a half ago my husband and I moved to a new state for an educational opportunity for him. He quit his old job thinking he would find a new one. Well, 1.5 years later and he is still jobless and has been unable to continue the education due to financial constraints. I’ve been working my remote job the whole time and financially supporting us both but it is draining our savings fast.

He managed to get a part time job that paid up to 1500 a month. I was happy for him but still had to go take a walk and cry because that still barely touches our bills and that job had no career progression.

That’s when I suggested we move back home. I could get an even better paying job back home with a good sign on bonus and he could go back to his old workplace. He rejected this because he hates our old state. He suggested he join the military. He asked me what I wanted him to do. I said idk, I just want financial stability. So, he decided to do the military.

He is enlisting Friday. I can tell he is depressed. I encouraged therapy but he rejected this option. I again suggested we move back home, rejected. He said that he feels like I am sending him to an active war zone to die in exchange for financial stability. This was said to me half an hour before work. I began crying and he said this is why he doesn’t share stuff with me, it makes him feel like an asshole. I am so hopeless for the future now. I don’t know what to do. I feel like he will be so depressed in the military. What else can he do? He is 30 and hasn’t figured out a career yet and hasn’t found a job in a year and a half.

I made chicken stir fry noodles :p

(NSFW) I feel too embarrassed to tell this to anyone I personally know but I feel it is too great for me not to unload. Apologies in advance for the TMI haha

My bf is way too good at eating me out. This can’t be a common thing, right? Whenever my ex attempted to go down on me, I would just feel bad for him because he would be doing absolutely nothing for me. I would kinda lay there awkwardly for like 5 mins until I tell him it’s time to wrap it up. And from my convos with other girlies, it seems like a lot of guys try, but it’s very difficult to make their girls come that way. I don’t blame them because I understand that female orgasms are a lot more complex, and require various amounts of time, care, pressure, rhythm, etc. But my current bf? He knows. HE KNOWS TOO MUCH. He unleashes his ult, using both his fingers and tongue at the same time. I think I came like 8 times in one night. One of my orgasms was so strong that I started to LAUGH. He doesn’t stop until I’m begging him to stop because of how overstimulating it is at the end.

I do think it’s also largely due to the fact that he’s very attuned to my needs and my reactions in bed. We’re both law students, so open communication comes easily to us. I always feel like my soul is also being cared for, and not just my body.

I’m super grateful for how my relationship is! Perhaps it’s a sign to go date that smart law student ;)

Vegan miso soup.

Pretty much I had paid close to $900 to euthanize their other cat back in late August, and they did not pay me back. Their second male cat had a UTI a week ago which progressed into a blockage to which they were going to get checked out at the vet when they got their paycheck. They called me earlier this morning to say that they would pay me back next Friday for their meds, then a couple hours later, they called me and said that they needed an operation, x-rays, and surgery to remove the blockage. They said it would cost $2000 and they needed me to co-sign the loan.

I said no. They did not pay me back the initial $900 for their previous cat’s euthanasia, and they was being really manipulative and saying I had to do this and it’s just a piece of paper, although it could have had major long-term consequences for my financial future. They then said it is about money for me, and I said no. I was thinking it would be irresponsible to basically decimate my financial future if they could not pay or did what they promised, and you’re not even supposed to share credit with friends, and we have only been hanging out since beginning of this summer. Their other friend had to give up their paycheck even though they were financially struggling too.

I got a message from another friend of ours, and they said that my ‘friend’ thinks I hate her, and I was baffled because the ask was extremely unreasonable and risky to do for my own future. Another friend and their mom was listening in and they were so appalled at the way she talked to me and how she did the playbook of being manipulative, and how I did the right thing to refuse to co-sign. I called another friend and he agreed. I talked to the guys who made my burger and they agreed that she was not a friend.

I’m not even sad, I’m so shocked and I’m baffled as to why she thought I would co-sign a loan. I feel for her losing her cat, however I cannot do this to myself and fuck up my credit/financial future. If it makes me a massive bitch I accept that. I know I did the right thing as that would have been super irresponsible and risky to do with someone that has bad credit and finances.

I know I should not ruminate on it but genuinely I’m in shock and just…… baffled and really really feel insane right now.

Dinner is a pulled pork sandwich from my local BBQ joint. Wednesday is $5 burger or pulled pork sandwich night.

In another post, a trans person said something like "not feeling like a woman". I remember when I said that to my therapist when I was transitioning. So she asked me "what is that supposed to feel like?" I was stumped. I had no idea. This was the best question she ever asked me. Outside of that, she sucked as a therapist. But back then, there weren't many therapists who saw trans people. Anyway, I couldn't answer that question. The reality is that I can only feel like me. As much as I would have liked to be cis, that didn't happen. So I will never have the experience of growing up with a female body. I can only know how it feels to be me. And that's true for everyone. I'm just glad to have gotten a chance to transition. And I'm glad to be on the girl side of that.

my classic breakfast of cheez-it and muffin make a return (featuring the same fuckass press ons)

Hi !!!

I made a post on here yesterday about my gender identity (not touching on it further than that, it lowkey became a train wreck.) Someone gave me the advice of not wearing she/her pins because people will see those and misgender on purpose, so I took off all of those and did not say my pronouns at work once last night !

And girls, thats the hack, I did not get misgendered a single fucking time, I was called ma’am by people who have previously misgendered me, when I looked exactly the same. I actually felt so comfortable in my skin and I was getting some insane confidence boosts.

Just wanted to share a small win, thanks for reading as always lovelies and remember i love y’all <3

I know it's stupid and I know it's not the end of the world but it's the straw that broke my back this morning. I'm just... Going through it right now.

My flatmate's friends are staying temporarily in our house and while they're lovely, I had leftover coffee in my little Italian coffeepot to drink this morning and when I went into the kitchen, they'd emptied it. Mind you, there are three alternate completely separate coffee pots to use instead.

It's just.... My bank account is in negative and I'm looking for work and behind on rent. Today I have to go to social services and beg for financial help. I have 8€ until next week and I need food, a new phone charger, cat litter, cat food. My scooter that I need for the work I do have doesn't have brakes and has 2 flat tires. I've had multiple accidents in the last year and have constant pain in my back and shoulder and am waiting to be approved for an MRI and rehab.

I just wanted my little cup of coffee. And it's shit coffee but I don't have money to buy more, or even the kind I like. So these girls emptied my pot of leftover coffee and then took themselves out to a nice cafe for more. And I'm just left to make myself a new pot of this shitty coffee I dislike with money I don't have to replace.

And I know it's a dumb nothingburger. And I know crying over this is really overreacting. It's just.... Nothing to them and everything to me and it's my reality that I can't buy the simplest things for myself and I'm just very stupid and dumb and no good.

Dinner is a breakfast of homemade porridge/oatmeal with cinnamon sugar sauteed apple and a new pot of this disgusting, dirt-flavored coffee.

EDIT: He is in therapy. It is really confusing seeing these comments telling me he needs therapy when he is in therapy since his divorce 6 years ago. Didn't make him better, but I know that I can either. I don't know what he needs. Doesn't make the shame any less.

An early brunch because I finally felt like eating something substantial and hearty.

My (28f) boyfriend (36m) that I have been with for 8 months has ADHD and is on a high dose of stimulants. When I met him he was very kind and thoughtful, and told me he has had a crush on me for years (we knew each other). We went out a few times then it sort of turned into us just hooking up, but he told me he was very overwhelmed, burnt out and exhausted due to work and life. We would talk a lot and we were still getting to know each other. He said he was only looking for a committed long term relationship because he doesn't do "casual".

He lived in his grandparent's basement and tbh when I first started going over I thought it was really gross, (old dishes piled on the entire counter, floors unclean, baskets and baskets of unfolded clean laundry) but knowing that he was going through a tough time I thought it would definitely get better and would help him in the earlier months. As time has gone on though it seems that this has not changed, and actually worsened. He spends days sleeping all day and night, then one day he told me he was depressed.

I didn't know what to say because I felt like I was already being incredibly supportive and trying to help him whenever I could so I basically said that I didn't know how to help him because I truly don't know what more I can do? He ended up not seeing me for three weeks and barely responded to any texts and when I asked what was happening even though I know he's depressed he said "you said you didn't know how to help me." I was shocked because I did say that but it's because I don't know what else he wants me to do and it made me feel like an AH.

He went out with me recently and the entire time he seemed so miserable and angry. I suggested mini golf but he wanted to go to a different place that I didn't care for because it was cheaper even though I was paying. He was miserable the whole time even though I tried so hard to make him laugh and flirt (I had a cute dress on that showed my cleavage).

I then said that I wanted to go for dinner and he kept telling me to pick a place but then kept saying no to every place I picked (4 different restaurants) so I said "why don't you pick?" He went silent and said he knew a good place. I tried catching him up about my friends who recently had to move because of an arson attack and he basically said it was their own fault they were having issues which made me go silent. We walked to the restaurant and when we sat down he asked me if I knew why he was angry, which I didn't. He said it was because I "couldn't pick a restaurant. When I ask you to make a decision I need you to do it." I was shocked because I had made multiple decisions, but then he switched to talking about food. He told me that I "didn't need rice" which made me feel insecure and after I finished my seafood dish sans the carbs he said "that was a lot of food to eat." The rest of the night was just as quiet as I ended up staying over but after he woke up at noon and made me breakfast he basically said it was "getting late" and I decided I should leave.

I am wracked with both guilt and shame over leaving this man, but am so sick and tired of being told how unintelligent I am how much and what I should be eating. I truly feel like this is so tough but absolutely unavoidable and it is a test of my own strength to actually end things with this man.

(dinner is leftover Phad See Ew, Fried Rice, and Garlic Chicken)

8 year anniversary dinner, he showed up with no flowers or card, and didn't even actually say "Happy Anniversary". i brought him flowers.
2 months i dragged out discussing with him how bad that felt. he engaged in conversation, but took no actual accountability. he did take the time to tell me how cute i looked in my shorts (hinting at how he would have liked to remove them). 🤮🤮

i wish-washed. tried to convince myself i was making something out of nothing. creating a problem where there didn't need to be one. first world problem = no flowers or card on an unnecessary day of celebration.
i couldn't reconcile it.

two weeks ago i texted him and told him i wanted reassurance he would treat our anniversary with more care. it was important to me. this is not new.
3 days he sat on that after one message telling me he was *sitting with it and taking it seriously*. then he asked for a phone call. i know how that goes, in the end i'm repairing/reconnecting because i've made him feel bad (soft spoken, even keel guy = me feeling demanding).

this time i needed more before getting on the phone.
-if you are reassuring me you will make this important, i'll call you when i get home (i was out doing errands)
-if no, we can talk in a few weeks (figure out it there is any space to remain friends).
silence.
30min later i text again and asked if i was to interpret his silence to mean we are parting ways.
and then the text back,
"yes, this is where our paths diverge."

100,000 text messages deleted (when you delete a text conversation on an iphone, it tells you how many texts are in the conversation in the deleted folder).
location sharing turned off.
blocked.

in some moments i feel strong.
in some moments i feel stunned.
what the actual actual (just happened).
i just don't understand.

Dinner was a turkey sandwich and jello cobbled together by a lovely nurse.

I have dysautonomia. It’s hell.

I also have a pre existing heart arrhythmia.

In the last few weeks, the adrenaline dumps from the dysautonomia have been wrecking me. And because my heart rate is capped by medicine, the adrenaline / norepinephrine can’t just shoot up heart rate and be done with it. Instead, the heart hits its limit and the brain freaks out that it can’t get the heart rate higher and it dumps MORE adrenaline. I sweat profusely. I get super dizzy and a headache. I get nauseous and my GI track goes haywire. Eating is painful because when you’re in fight or flight, your body shuts down digestion. Basically lots of gross, painful, scary things happen. Every day. Often in my sleep.

I told my electronic physiologist (think one of the highest trained doctors in the whole profession). Explained how it felt inside. He was dismissive. I doubled down. I said this is how I feel. He replied “yes, but I have to explain it medically.” (Implying what I’m saying is fantasy - he does not buy into adrenaline doing this)

The room I’m in has a big display of my information. Under pain medication, it says “emotional support.” My nurse had never seen that before.

Dr Mary Claire Haver, an MD who specializes in menopause, said that in medical school, they were taught when women in their 40s and 50s present with vague overlapping symptoms like mine, they have “whiny woman syndrome” and the best course of action is to ignore them.

I used to be a power house. A corporate baddie kicking ass and commanding rooms. Now I’m dismissed. And the more people I seek for second opinions, the more entrenched the perception becomes.

It feels like an ever tightening spiral. And it sucks.

The turkey sandwich and jello hit the spot. And I’ve got a cath for tomorrow to rule out blockages (I still suspect adrenaline is doing this but gotta cross the ts and dot the i’s)

Food is home made bánh bao - Vietnamese style bao - with a filling of ground pork, chinese sausage, wood ear mushroom, and quail eggs. Still figuring out my dough recipe...couldn't get it to be as fluffy as I hoped.

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I (28f) have complex-PTSD from a childhood of -insert bad things-. (No need to trigger/traumatize anyone with details so I'll leave it at that.) I did pretty well growing up and was always considered high-achieving and outgoing. No one has ever suspected of my mental health struggles because from the outside my life looks great on Instagram and LinkedIn. In truth, I think I've been successful because I spent all my time chasing external validation instead of healing or addressing my deeper wounds.

Earlier this year, I thought it would be a good time to address some of the trauma. Turns out I was wrong. I had an awful experience and developed severe daily panic attacks. I went from being a high-achieving corporate baddie with an enviable blowout to not being able to get through a single day without falling apart let alone maintaining personal hygiene. (Gross, I know.)

Since then, I've been receiving therapy (from a different person, thank god) multiple times a week to heal. But it's become clear that the rate of decline of my mental health is more than my rate of progress in therapy.

So with the support of my therapists and close friends, I decided to go on a short leave of absence at work and get myself into an inpatient treatment program for PTSD/trauma. I start next week and will be in the program for about a month if all goes well. It's not like an acute hospital inpatient, more of like a mental health residential treatment center so I've been calling it grippy sock camp to give it more ~whimsy~.

I have a lot of feelings about it though. I'm nervous about putting my life on pause for a month to do this. I've never not worked for an entire month. I've never left my dog for an entire month. (My friend is going to take care of her so I know my dog will be fine, but still.) I've never not experienced my life for a whole month. It's going to be an entire month of intensive work and it's a new environment and I'm scared of this very unfamiliar and new experience. And to be honest, I am feeling some mix of guilt, shame, and embarrassment about all it too. I can't believe my mental health got this bad. I just never thought it would be possible to feel like this.

At the same time though, I'm excited to get better. Genuinely, I'm excited to learn more tools to better cope. I know this won't "fix" me but I think I'll make a lot of progress from where I'm at now. I'm excited at the opportunity to spend all of my effort and time on healing myself. I don't know if I've ever had the space or time to do that before. I feel really hopeful that this will be a net-positive experience.

Anyways - I think taking this step to get myself back on track counts as a win. It's only a small step but it's a step forward regardless.

If you have any experience with these types of things, I'd love some advice or about what to expect or have in mind to get the most out of my time in the treatment program.

I will never understand men. Broke up due to incompatibilities in love languages and emotional expression. I’m pretty devastated, can’t stop crying. He’s like it is what it is. We go for drinks one last time I’m like ok at least we’re ending this in a mature way. He turns to me at the 11th hour and says: Hope we can still be friends. I’m like oh sure that would be nice, how gracious. Then he adds and if you ever want to have sex too let me know. We can both feel free to date other people while we do it.

Literal pebbles in my throat, I wanted to throw up.

Steak, curry butter, fries, onion rings

4.5 month old puppy.

I guess I kind of love him but life is so drastically different. He’s extremely hard work and constant effort. I’m raising him with my boyfriend but I’m definitely the primary caregiver.

Sometimes I feel like with his behaviour we take a step forward and then 5 steps backwards.

Before getting the puppy I was free, social, out regularly going to dinner, bars, clubs, or just whatever I wanted with friends. I have barely seen anyone in months besides my colleagues and my boyfriend.

My boyfriend and I are essentially room mates now who are constantly on edge with each other.

This was clearly a poorly thought out choice which I regret constantly. Rehoming him would likely end my relationship and the home and life I’ve built.

Don’t read this post thinking my puppy is not loved or somehow has a terrible life with me. He is spoiled rotten and extremely loved and we do literally everything we can for him constantly.

So, I’ve had the most ridiculous crush on my boss for almost an ENTIRE year. An entire year of being absolutely down bad for this man

The thing is, I genuinely thought the attraction was mutual. There have been moments where I feel like he was flirting with me and I swear there’s tension

Anyway, we had a company happy hour today, and we ended up leaving at the same time. We were walking home in the same direction until we eventually parted ways. And because I’d had a few drinks and apparently decided tonight was the night to throw all caution to the wind because of liquid courage, I texted MY BOSS to try to shoot my shot. I asked if he wanted to grab something to eat together. I asked him this bc while we were walking home he mentioned he was getting dinner

He responded that he’d already gotten food and told me to have a good night ☹️

I cannot even begin to describe the embarrassment I feel right now. I genuinely want the earth to open up and swallow me whole. Part of me wants to quit tomorrow, change my identity, and relocate to a different continent…. How the fuck am I supposed to look this man in the eyes tomorrow?

Obviously, I’m going to show up to work and act completely cool, calm, and collected, as though nothing happened. But internally? I am absolutely mortified

And I think what makes this so much worse is that I’m genuinely heartbroken. I’ve liked this man for so long. Almost a year of having eyes for nobody but him. I haven’t even wanted to pursue anyone else because, as embarrassing as it is to admit, I’ve been holding onto the possibility that something might happen between us

After not putting myself out there romantically for so long, I finally worked up the courage to make a move, and now I just feel like a complete fool

I know that asking someone to grab food isn’t exactly a declaration of undying love, but to me, it felt like a huge step. My heart hurts a little and I would very much like to never show my face at work again

Edit: I KNOW to not shit where I eat. I KNOW. I have always been anti coworker my entire career, but it just felt so different with him. Please don’t tell me I’m stupid, I already know that

Additional edit to add that this is the convo:

Me: do you want to get dinner together?
Him: what do you mean?
Me: if you haven't ate yet maybe we should get a night snack or something
Him: gotcha gotcha. eating my chipotle burrito rn. sorry. have a good night though!

TO ME, this is shooting my shot like HOW MUCH MORE DIRECT CAN I BE 😭

Arby's beef and cheddar because I have 0 standards for food

Currently talking to a work crush of like 1.5 years after never speaking before. I'm down catastrophic, down abysmal, I'm practically in the earth's core.

I've never gotten along with someone so quickly and thoroughly before, and it's nice to make a friend I can relate too so deeply. Which also sucks because I'm head over heels at this point with a whole 0% chance of anything happening

Life would be easier if I liked men, oh well more yearning and agony for me.

Lesbians please tell me if this is a normal happening or if im just clinically insane

dinner: breakfast.

Ever since i met my boyfriend my life has genuinely gone downhill, i once had so much confidence, happiness, and motivation, and it’s like he sucks the life out of me. We started dating early part of this year, and he’s like the good soft sweet guy, which i’m so into, but i believe he kinda just pretends to be that. Everything could’ve been perfect, till we started arguing so frequently because i always felt something wasn’t right. I’d drive myself insane trying to catch the smallest little thing to prove what i believed, which was that he was cheating on me.

it hurt so bad, because it’s like i knew all along, but seeing it’s true just hits differently.. i can’t even explain it. then what makes it worse is that this guy was cheating on me from the very start of our relationship, till the time i caught him. I’m so damn stupid and broken, because after everything was exposed i’m still in this broken relationship. My self respect has plummeted to the ground, and i don’t believe it’ll get any better till i get rid of him completely.

The hard part about that is he’s genuinely apart of me, he’s in every thought, every dream, all of my free time is with him, i’m nothing without him anymore and i hate it so much, i can’t believe i let myself get this way for a guy like that.

i tried atleast 6 times to leave him, but no one understands how hard it is, i understand he abandoned the relationship when he cheated, but it’s like i don’t have it in me to abandon him, then there’s just a cycle repeating and repeating, im so lost, i dream of being without him and finally being myself again, but i also dream about being with him and everything perfect like it should have been.

Recently i’ve been more into him, i don’t even believe it’s love, i could never continue to love a guy that does/did me that way, but it’s like my heart is attached to him.. every time i go he begs and spams me everywhere, i feel so bad and the bad ways i felt about him somewhat disappear, and im trapped again.

i can’t continue this, it’s ruining my life. I think I’ll have to block him everywhere as he sleeps, and when he wakes up i’ll be gone. It’s so cruel but i’ve tried everything. he isn’t getting better, he just hides it better. i’m tried of having a boyfriend that doesn’t really give a damn about me, i don’t want a boyfriend obsessed with anime girls, and laugh a racist jokes. that isn’t my husband, i’m tried of wasting time because i can’t let go, even though everything hurts me.

Loaded baked potato soup which I ate alone

My husband and I have been arguing more and more and we have spent the last 4 days not speaking to each other. I woke up alone in bed this morning.
Context - I have been working 60 hours every week and he has been working 30-40. I come home from work and cook dinner and go to bed. Sometimes I have time to do laundry or vacuum but lately I haven’t had any energy.
Any time he does anything to help with the house he says “now you can’t say that I don’t help you” which makes everything worse because it shouldn’t be my job to take care of our house. I literally feel like he wants me to be his maid which is obviously not what I want.
Anyway, it escalated the other day because he asked when the last time I cleaned the bathroom was and i asked him the same question. Then we got in a yelling match which ended in him telling me that if I want we should just live like roommates and he does his own dishes, laundry, and cooking and I do mine. And since he cleaned the bathroom this week, I clean it next week. So, yeah. We haven’t talked since then. I have tried a few times but he just ignored me, and now I woke up in bed alone.
I don’t know what to do anymore. This isn’t even remotely the first time shit like this has happened.

TLDR: tired of playing “maid” for husband, he says we should just be like roommates and won’t talk to me.

Breakfast for dinner- TB and egg muffins.

As the title says- my partner of 14 years attempted to cheat on me with a mutual friend. They weren't even successful because the mutual friend shot them down and then immediately came and told me. I was blindsided and distraught, but I ended it immediately. I had forgiven her for so many small things in our relationship, but this is something I don't tolerate.

"It was a mistake and lapse in judgement- I won't do it again" she says.

She's been spiraling ever since and trying to win me back, but I am almost positive I am 100% done. I cried so much the first couple of weeks, but I woke up one day and just had the feeling of being done. The way she talks or does things to try and win me back just feels so fake and scripted. That day when my feelings changed, I read a different reddit post that said "what advice would you give a woman in your situation?" and I thought hard about that. I would tell her to drop that person like a bad habit and enjoy your freedom. So.. I told myself to do just that.

I just wanted to vent and tell any other person out there that you don't have to settle for less. You decide your own worth, and I've decided I am worth more than this "love."

Dinner: white cheddar Mac & Cheese with peas 😊

Met a girl after I began my transition. We’ve become best friends and mutually agreed soul connections. We’ve talked about a possibility of us but she’s conflicted.

The crazy irony is that she’s verbalized an attraction to the male version of me, but the universe would have never brought us together had i not transitioned 😕

Femboy here, I hope I can post here.

I am talking to this guy I met online right? He saw my ad he messaged me everything is going great.

We exchange pleasantries, we even get on a call. We talked and got to know each other like really got to know each other.

I'm waiting for a plumber so I'm home. I start kneeding dough as we're on the phone laughing and talking. Then we exchange pictures. His response?

Him: "Oh I thought you said you were Asian...."

Me: "I said I am half Asian."

Him: "I thought you said you wrre adopted...?"

Me: "My biological mom was Japanese and my dad was Tahitian and French. I was adopted by a Chinese family."

Him: "Oooh half Asian.... Right...."

I hear this tone of "you expect me to believe that?"

So he's okay with me being a femboy, he's okay with me being tall. Apparently not looking like some k-pop idol.

My aunt wants me to meet a matchmaker, says I need someone Asian. So does everyone else in my family who dated outside the ethnicity and we're all single.

We didn't date but this was a lesson for me. Don't be the fourth to waste your time on a foreigner.