When I was in a university studying audio tech, there was an ambient/tape-loop producer whose records literally got me through every brutal burnout. Let’s call him 'K.'

His whole persona was built around almost monastic analog purity. He didn't use social media at all, he only released on limited-run cassette, did not have internet (as much as I know) and his few interviews spoke about 'preserving the tactile fragility of electromagnetic tape' or something like 'surrendering to tape hiss as a meditation on impermanence.' Well, wording is a bit pretentious, but the sound is quite contrary. So I owned all five of his vinyl pressings. I bought a very used 1983 Marantz deck specifically because he mentioned using one in a 2017 interview.

And last month, through a mutual friend at a modular synth collective, I got asked to be his studio assistant for a three-day recording residency in an industrial loft outside Leipzig. Conveniently enough, I was not far away from Germany at that period, before leaving for southern France. So, I was extra excited, I didn't sleep well for couple of nights

The reality was a complete train crash, or car crash, or a shipwreck, i did not figure out how to call this, yet

K is not a monk of sound, at all.. the man is deeply entitled, and essentially chain-smoking 45-year-old, also known as ‘scoof’, and he likely have not serviced a piece of gear in a decade 

Therefore within two hours of arriving, I realized he barely understood basic gain staging. Half his 'legendary vintage saturation' was just digital clipping from a cheap USB interface running into the red. When a reel-to-reel deck started chewing tape, no adjusting of tension arms followed, he instead kicked the casing and ordered me to go buy him specific Turkish cigarettes (as if i do not have better things to do there? Sorry)

Worse, on day two, he pulled up a folder on a beaten-up MacBook labeled 'Royalty_Free_Textures_2018.' He dragged pre-made Splice pads onto a DAW timeline (remember, an intire image of him was made as someone who opposes all of the digital paradigm), then outed them through an off-the-shelf distortion pedal, recorded thirty seconds oncassette, said: 'That’s the opening track for the new vinyl. Label wants it by Friday.'

When I very sweetly-gently asked if we were going to build the tape loop from the modular patches we spent three hours tuning, he laughed and said: 'Audiophiles buy the aesthetic on the sleeve notes, Lyra. Trust me nobody can tell what’s real once you slap 40% reverb on it, sad but true’

On day 3 of all that, he demanded I stay until 4:00 AM to clean the studio floor and assemble 50 cassette j-cards by hand while he went to dinner with the gallery curator. He didn't offer to cover my train ticket back to Berlin, even though we likely discussed a bit different conditions before.

I took the 6:00 AM regional train home yesterday, unusually, with my headphones off. For the last 4 years or so, even since my teen years in Vilnius, I looked at this man's catalog as proof that slow and meticulous craft still had a sacred place in modern music. Imagine how seeing him and such kind of lazy opportunism dressed up in boutique marketing hit harder than I expected. I get why people dislike ai music (or ‘music’), but this I did dislike even more.

Now literally packing up his records to donate to a thrift store this afternoon. This man’s music doesn't sound mystical anymore; i would always remember that someone cutting corners on a dirty sofa, bruh

When I (f, 26) found out my ex (m, 28) was cheating on me from the other girl, he confessed in the meanest way possible. It was obvious he had no regret and no respect for me whatsoever. I actually don’t think I’ve ever held this much hate towards someone in my heart the way I do him. But that’s beside the point. I immediately stopped communicating with him after his confession was so cruel. I refused to give him the satisfaction of torturing me further. But I also desperately wanted him to be held accountable for his actions. He was a total momma’s boy and honestly his mom was the first parent of a significant other that I really connected with. But I knew better than to think she’d ever be in my side over her son. But that’s just it. My ex had 2 younger brothers, also her sons, who I knew she would actually care about protecting. One of which was only 15. Now, context, I’d give my ex some of my prescribed adderall when he had a test coming up. He’s an adult and I’m adult and listen okay we’ve done worse things. However! right before I found out about the cheating, I’d found out that he was giving his child brother my adderall that I’d given to him, the 28-year-old grown man. I was so so not okay with the idea that he was using my prescription to introduce his 15 year old kid brother to amphetamines. But I hadn’t figured out how to broach the topic with him yet before the cheating came to light. Im being so serious when I say telling his mom that he was giving her youngest son drugs was the most satisfying petty revenge I’ve ever taken. And based on the nasty texts he sent me after I talked to his mom, it definitely worked. ❤️ and I still got to look like a saint because I gave zero mention to his mom as to why we broke up other than that he was giving his brother my pills.

I’m 23. He’s 24. I’m two days away from my due date with our second child. He’s a great dad, maybe a little absent but that’s more because he’s had to work so much to keep us afloat.
I take it back, good dads don’t hit their pregnant wives.
Anyway, we were arguing about money. He has been spending so much more than he’s earning, and actually hindered my ability to earn money by being careless. I sold something online and he was tasked with taking it to the post office and packaging the item to send to the buyer. He apparently just threw the item into a huge box and it broke before it got to the buyer, so I lost an expensive item and had to refund all the money.
I asked him about why he didn’t package it like I had asked and he said he didn’t know he had to do all that. We got a little heated because I was upset about the situation and he started screaming in my face. It’s no excuse, but I have a lot of childhood trauma from being physically abused so I warned him about three times to get out of my face and he kept screaming “make me” I used an open palm on his chest and pushed him backwards. I shouldn’t have touched him, that’s on me. He came back even more aggressively and I tried to walk into a different room. He followed me and shoved me maybe three times trying to block my way. After that he screamed in my face until I started crying, then he left the room and slammed the door so hard the house shook. I lost it, all these memories and feeling came flooding back and I threw over a small side table and knocked an unlit candle on the floor. He burst back into the room and slammed his elbow into my back, then pinned my arms behind my back while I was begging him to stop and let me go because he was hurting me. He told me since he pays for everything I have no rights to anything and shouldn’t touch anything. He then threw me forward onto the ground and screamed at me until I literally pissed myself in fear on the ground and shut down. I don’t even remember what happened after, but I think I cried for a long time before I pulled myself up, took a shower, and now I’m laying on the couch while he’s sleeping comfortably in bed. I’m so on edge and scared.

We’ve had a really hard month but I’ve been very checked out emotionally, and I think I’m in some sort of depression. I am really struggling and to be honest I have been contemplating killing myself, but my kid needs me and I have one that is gonna be born in a matter of days. I can’t kill him because I’m unhappy. And I can’t leave either of them with him, especially not after this. I don’t know what to do.

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I know now that I should leave. It’s never just one time. I’ll be making some calls tomorrow and compiling proof of my bruises and scratches from this ordeal. I will make a report when I go to have the baby as there’s no other way to do it without alerting him and potentially making things a lot worse. Calling the police in the past has only ever made situations worse for me so I’m very anxious about all this, but I’m gonna try my damnedest to do right by my kids. I’ll make myself scarce until the baby comes (which is fairly easy considering he is almost never home) and avoid any confrontation. Maybe the state will provide a place to stay long enough for my family to come and get me and the kids, maybe with my evidence he’ll be held in jail until I’m gone and we’re safe.
Even if I don’t feel like saving myself, I would go to hell and back for my kids. They will have the life I never got to, and they won’t grow up around an angry man.

My cousin was found dead in his bed about 10 months ago.

I still replay that day in my head over and over every day. We arrived at my uncle's house while the priests were still praying over him. I remember the sound of my mom screaming every day. I remember holding her and my aunt while the medical examiner removed his body from the house.

His family never told us what the cause of death was. He just went to bed and never woke up. He was young. Since then I've been thinking maybe it was an unknown heart condition or a pulmonary embolism. He was always just a ray of sunshine and so pure of heart I never thought it could be anything other than a medical event.

I have trouble sleeping at night because I keep checking if my husband is still breathing. I dont feel like that should've been a traumatic day for me, but I guess I am experiencing some signs of trauma.

Even though we had grown apart as we got older, we still grew up together and he was my family. It was really hurting me that his family had not shared the cause of death with us. I never got any closure. We were just left in the dark as if we were strangers to them. My mother is worried that it could have been a hereditary heart condition.

Last week I found out that the case status of the autopsy report is public information on the county's Institute of Forensic Sciences website, so I went there to look it up. I thought maybe the case was still open or the autopsy was inconclusive and maybe that was why his family hadn't told us anything.

I didnt realize that when I looked up the case status it would show me the manner and cause of death 😞 so this was how I found out my cousin had committed suicide with a medication used to treat bipolar depression.

I feel so guilty that I know something I wasn't supposed to know. I feel like I've violated their privacy. At the same time I want to talk to my mom about it so badly but I know I shouldn't because I dont want to spread information I wasn't even supposed to have in the first place. I feel guilty for keeping it from her. She screamed and cried for him as if he was her own son.

The only person I've told is my husband. He was out of town for work when I called him and we haven't talked about it again since then. He is absolutely exhausted when he comes home from work it just doesn't feel right to trouble him with this. He's been working 7 days a week lately.

I just really needed to get it off my chest...

I’m exhausted. My wife is going through perimenopause and only cares about being left alone. We have 2 kids and she will leave all responsibilities of raising them to me so she can be in bed from 6PM on to sleep and if shes interrupted she shows little to no remorse for her reaction of anger.

Until 6 months ago (together 18 years) we led an active life with one date night a week to stay connected. It’s gotten harder to to do this because she hates everything. From work to friendships to me if I comment on her “woes”.

We’re away on vacation for a milestone birthday for me and she literally has only been outside the room for 4 hours a day to eat before she tells me “that’s enough of you for today. You have too much energy for me” she’s 12 years younger than me.

The cherry on top was “why don’t you fly home and let me rest here “ I said what do you want to tell me parents? Her reply was “tell them if your wife doesn’t get her rest she’ll divorce you. Then said “you won’t do it because you think it’s another failure”.

Also she’s taken to having a drink or two each night to deal with what she’s going thru and she gets mean when she does it.

So I’m sitting in the lobby of hotel contemplating getting on a flight tomorrow coming home two days early and contacting a lawyer.

For some context, a year or so ago there was a huge scandal going around the office because of some panties that were left on the shelf in the womens restroom. Now flashback to a year or so ago. It was one of those days where you are behind on laundry and have to grab whatever you can to wear. I had to wear the most uncomfortabe pair of sexy lace undies to work since everything else was dirty. Halfway through the day I decided I would rather go commando than sit at my desk uncomfortable for a second longer. I went to the restroom, removed the panties, and placed them on the shelf above the toilet while putting my pants back on. During the process of putting my pants back on I guess I forgot to grab the panties but grabbed my purse and walked out. (I thought I had put them in the purse) Now about an hour later I come out to the break room to see a crowd of people around that partiular stall. I walk over to see them holding my panties up with a ruler to throw them away. I am mortified but I keep my cool. I ask if anyone knows who left them there and they all act like they have no clue. The HR manager told everyone she was going to watch the cameras back to try and narrow down who it could be. For the next week I was walking around parinoid thinking at anytime I would be called to HR about the panties. People were talking around the office for weeks about who the "Panty Bandit" could have been. It has now been 2 years since the panty incident and no one knows that I was the panty bandit. I am writing this now as I am sitting in the restroom about to do the same thing, however, I put them in my purse this time.

My gf works at a Chickfila near a highschool and she’s been in charge of hiring and filtering applications.
I don’t even know how to start. 70-80% of the applications are horrible. You’d think these applications are being submitted by 4th graders. I’m not going to pretend to be a perfect grammatically correct person, but I know when to adjust my tone and professionalism.
Most of the applicants are 16-19 and they can’t even punctuate. No commas, no periods, no apostrophes, horrible spelling (someone genuinely spelt the article ‘a’ as ‘ah’ and ‘when’ as ‘wen’), sentences that abruptly end before they were clearly supposed to, and completely non sensical sentences. If that isn’t the case, it tends to be blatantly obvious AI.
Or sometimes its both which makes it even more obvious. 4th grade level writing that immediately switches to robotic college level writing is very comedic.

It’s hard to let these applications even go through. Typically when you give them a chance, they show up in casual unprofessional clothes. I understand that a lot of children aren’t fortunate enough to have nicer clothes, but at the very least you’d expect a professional attitude.
I don’t know if its always been this bad, but I personally feel like I encounter more young adults or highschoolers that struggle with basic literacy or articulation.
AI isn’t helping either. Because parents and teachers just see a rising grade and they don’t tend to dig any deeper. Writing essays sucked so much in school but learning how to articulate your thoughts and write them down in coherent sentences is so important.

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I'm 38M, married 16 years to my wife 42F and a few weeks ago my wife admitted to cheating on me several times over the last three years — with at least three different men. One was a drug dealer. One was a 23-year-old she met at a Starbucks. One she found through a Reddit thread. During at least one of these, she let him finish inside her, without protection, without telling me — putting my health at risk without my knowledge or consent.

She says all the worst things a woman can say to her husband, all she wants is me, but that sometimes she wants "someone else" to satisfy her physically. She's told me the kids might not be mine. She's said if I don't give her a third child, she'll find someone who will.

Claiming she stopped a year ago and wants to stay married. She refuses to continue DoorDash or Instacart, saying she's afraid I'll think she's cheating on me again or that she'll be tempted to cheat again. I don't know how I'm supposed to trust any of that.

**The other side of this**

I've also started keeping a private log — a secret Google calendar — of the worst days between us, because I noticed I was starting to repress or doubt my own memory. Some entries from the last few years:

- One argument ended with her throwing a glass scale at me, leaving a bruise that traveled from my shin down into my foot that stayed tender over a week.

- Another night, after a 10-hour shift, she wouldn't let me sleep, cut off my internet, followed me yelling about money, then swung at me around 15 times while I tried to block and dodge in the bathroom.

- A multi-day stretch where she stonewalled me, refused to get up with the kids, then flipped between wanting a divorce and being affectionate depending on small things going right or wrong.

- One morning she screamed at me for oversleeping, then left running out saying it would be "on dad" if our kid missed the bus.

- Another fight over shared weed when she smoked all of our stash for the week — when I asked her if she set any aside for me since I don't smoke when I work, she got pissed, started cussing at me, then barricaded herself in the bedroom with a bookcase, refusing to give me a pillow or blanket.

- Once about $600 came up missing, she stated she paid the electric bill, but committed herself two hours before the electric was cut.

- She has snapped 2 pairs of my glasses, threw a fish tank at me, and whipped me with a power cord she ripped from my PC.

She's the mother of my 3 children (I believe). I love her, but I don't know how to keep moving

I don't fully know what to do with any of this yet. I just needed to put it somewhere.

I make around 6 figures and barely work. Officially, you're expected to clock in at 8:30. I come in around 9:00, sometimes earlier or later depending on my schedule or what I have in the morning; it doesn't have to be work-related. I take 3-hour lunches, and I leave for the gym at 5 pm. Around once a week, I leave at noon for lunch and don't go back; I can make an excuse and sometimes people don't even ask. I make the equivalent of six figures, and have been working like this for the past 5 years. I am 27M, and part of me is conflicted on what I am doing. No one really cares what I do as long as I am available to discuss topics and situations in the company, and to make decisions relative to my department. I make close to zero mistakes.

The reason I am conflicted is that sometimes I just feel like I am wasting my early years by not working extra hard for my finances. I have this constant pressure to build my own fortune and to build something of my own to become an entrepeneur. I have this subtle urge to always better myself and I feel a little stagnant, but sometimes I am thankful for all the freetime I have and how I am coasting through life. I can also travel whenever I want, I just need to be available 7 days a week for calls and texts.

I’m disgusted by my partner. I feel horrible even saying that.

I’m in my mid 20s and my partner is around 30. We’ve been together several years and he’s always been very overweight. He was a little smaller when we first met but he was still over 300 lbs, and he’s gained quite a bit more this past year.

His weight is starting to affect his everyday life. He gets winded going up a short flight of stairs, has trouble bending over to put on his shoes, and struggles with things like taking care of his toenails, and always makes a mess when he eats cause his hand coordination is pretty bad given how big his fingers are. He also snores badly and blames some of his problems on an illness that doctors haven’t been able to find. I’m not saying there isn’t something medically wrong with him, but I do feel like his weight is obviously contributing to some of these things.

I’m pretty small in comparison (115 lbs) and I’ve struggled with an eating disorder in the past. I’m doing pretty good now, but it’s something I still have to be careful about.

We were long distance for most of our relationship, being about 3 hours about and both having jobs makes visiting difficult. And only started living near each other several months ago, so I think being around him every day has made me realize how much his weight is affecting both of us.

And now here comes the worst part.

I’m disgusted by how fat he is.

I love him. He’s incredibly sweet and wonderful and treats me really well. But I don’t want to cuddle him. I don’t want hugs. Sometimes I don’t even want to sit next to him. I don’t like feeling his weight against me. I feel horrible because I know how cruel that sounds, but I can’t seem to control the reaction.

What’s even worse is that it’s bringing back some of my eating disorder thoughts. Seeing how big he is makes me want to be smaller. Sometimes I get the urge to restrict again, and that really scares me because I’ve been doing pretty well.

My family is going on vacation and there are activities we normally do together that he can’t participate in because of the weight limits. I’m really worried someone in my family will make a cruel comment about his weight. I don’t want anyone to embarrass him, especially when I know I’m privately having thoughts that are just as cruel.

I don’t want to tell him how I feel because I know it would hurt him badly. I love him and I don’t want him thinking I’m ashamed of him. But I also can’t force myself to want physical affection or pretend his size doesn’t bother me.

I don’t know what to do with these feelings. I don’t know if I need advice, reassurance, or someone to tell me I’m completely in the wrong. I mostly just needed somewhere to admit this because I don’t feel like I can tell anyone in my real life.

Hello. This happened to me today. Don’t want to tell my friends yet but I need to tell someone so here we are.
I (f21) have been having some stomach issues and my stool has been soft (not liquid, just soft). So I was sitting at my desk when I got the urge to fart. I lifted my cheek and waited. I pressed a bit cause it didn’t want to come out. The fart came out and I didn’t question it further. Nothing smelled and I didn’t feel anything.

Fast forward maybe an hour and I get ready to go meet my friends at the cinema. Before leaving the house I thought: „should pee before I go?“ I decided not to. I get to the cinema, greet my friends, we buy some drinks. We enter the cinema and I decide to use the loo.

I pull down my trousers and I see my underwear full of shit. (Thinking back now it wasn’t that much but it felt like it in that moment). I was horrified. I didn’t know what to do and I just wanted to go home and clean up. But I just spent money on the train and didn’t want to explain myself to my friends. So I wipe off as much as I can and put some toilet paper between underwear and jeans so it doesn’t go to my jeans. Luckily the underwear was pretty thick so it didn’t seep through to my jeans. (I smelled the jeans once I got home and I didn’t smell anything, gross I know, but I think you couldn’t smell anything. The underwear was rank)

The whole movie I was panicking and hoping no one can smell what was going on. I couldn’t smell anything but idk if they did. I left pretty quickly afterwards.

So yeah that was my evening. Never trusting a fart again. And will always use the loo before I leave the house so I can clean up and change if necessary (do hope it‘ll never happen again)

I'm a licensed counselor, and lately I've been seeing a lot of discourse about friendships between single and married women that I find really interesting. People are finally putting words to something I've noticed for years, both professionally and personally, which is that we have a social hierarchy around relationships that we don't really acknowledge.

I don't think most married people consciously believe their time is more valuable than a single person's, but we've normalized treating certain obligations as more legitimate than others. "I can't because of my husband," or "We have to work around the kids," generally ends the conversation, and rightfully so, because those are real obligations. Where it gets uncomfortable is when "I have more people to consider" quietly becomes "therefore you should be the one who accommodates me." I've heard variations of this dynamic more times than I can count, and eventually the flexible person's flexibility can stop being viewed as something they're giving and start being treated as part of their role.

I saw a post recently that illustrated this perfectly. A woman invited her longtime friend on a hiking trip she'd planned for herself, and the friend brought her husband last minute, who had physical limitations at the time, OP changed a lot of what she'd planned to accommodate them. Years later, OP planned another solo trip and the same friend wanted to come, except this time OP made it clear she wasn't changing her plans. Her friend immediately started suggesting things that would work better for her, OP essentially said, "You're welcome to come, but I'm still doing what I planned," and suddenly there was tension.

What interests me as a counselor was that the major variable that changed was how much one person was willing to bend. Relationships develop roles without us realizing it, and if you've been the accommodating friend for fifteen years, people can become accustomed to that flexibility and even subconsciously entitled to it. Sometimes a boundary feels like a slight simply because somebody benefited from you not having one before.

Marriage can make this particularly complicated because building a life with someone inherently requires giving up some individual autonomy. You have another person's schedule, career, finances, family, needs and feelings to consider, and presumably what you gain from that partnership makes those compromises worthwhile. The uncomfortable truth is that the compromises you made within your marriage don't automatically become your single friend's compromises too, and there's a difference between mutual compromise and asking the person with more freedom to sacrifice some of it because you have less.

There's also a contradiction in how we talk about single people. We're constantly reminded of everything we're supposedly missing, but when we enjoy one of the actual benefits of being single, it's suddenly, "Must be nice to book a trip without consulting anybody," or "Must be nice to move wherever you want." Frankly, sometimes it fucking is. Partnership comes with benefits single people don't have, and singlehood comes with freedoms married people don't have. A married woman can love her husband and occasionally envy her friend's freedom just as easily as a single woman can love her independence and occasionally envy companionship.

I think this is also why some lifelong friendships hit growing pains in adulthood. If you met your best friend when you were 10, you weren't screening each other for adult lifestyle compatibility; you were 10. Twenty-five years later, one of you might be married with children while the other is single, one might want suburbia while the other wants to move across the country, and one might love shopping while the other wants to spend their day on the beach.

We're so attached to "best friends forever" that we interpret any change as rejection when sometimes the friendship is simply being asked to grow along with the people in it. And at times sometimes a boundary simply exposes an expectation nobody realized existed until somebody stopped meeting it, and that's probably what interests me most about this whole conversation. Underneath the married-versus-single debate is a much bigger question about whether we actually give different versions of adulthood equal respect. Your marriage and family deserve respect, but so do someone else's career, friendships, plans, independence and solitude.

Married commitments deserve respect as much as single commitments do too.

I won't say I don't see where people are coming from but I wish they would simply shut up.

For context I am conventionally attractive. I have done modeling in the past, I am objectively pretty. I am not blind at how this affects how people treat me and generally interact with me.

My partner isn't. There isn't a "but he is so kind!" or "but he is the best!". There is no but because to me this man is all I could want in a human physically, and mentally. Of course he isn't perfect, but he is mine.

We are long distance, he comes to visit from time to time and stays here. This past month was his first visit since I moved to Mexico for safety reasons. I wish EVERYONE I interact with that figures out he is my FIANCE would simply shut up. I am so mad over this, I really am.

The guard at our AirBNB (who we needed to be let in every time) flirted with me shamelessly in Spanish so my partner couldn't understand and poked at his appearance, I constantly get comments from others that he "doesn't amount to me" or "I could do better" or "I'm too pretty for him."

This is in casual conversation. With people I DO NOT KNOW, and most certainly didn't ask for their opinion. It bothers me horribly, I do not care if he looks like a super model, I mean this, I am so tired of everything being put in an attractiveness scale. Shit, maybe I am just into ugly guys, but even that isn't true because I look at him and I struggle not to jump at him.

I hate it, Where do people find the nerve? The right? The sheer audacity to comment as if they were 10 out of 10s... Thinking of it now I should probably answer back with "That's funny, I pursued him", rather than try to leave conversation politely. I am being too kind with something that pisses me off to no end.

My (F18) mother (F56) started using ChatGPT since late 2025 and I hate it.

My uncle (M52) and one of my mom's colleagues (F40) warmed my mom up to using generative AI. Before this, my mother was very much against using generative AI and shamed those who did so.

At first, she only used it for translation difficulties (she's a 1st gen immigrant) to express herself better at work inquiries, which deteriorated into her not even writing her texts anymore and having ChatGPT write everything for her. I always had an issue with translating on ChatGPT, especially once she stopped writing the texts herself and had AI generate everything for her. I always told her that if she wants to use a translator, she should maybe look into DeepL or something like that. But no. Whenever I do, she feels offended and lectures me for at least half an hour on how nobody in our household supports her, how we're always busy, and how ChatGPT is the only thing "willing" to help her (not an overexaggeration unfortunately).

For at least half a year, she has been using AI for literally everything.

Visiting a nutritionist to help her lose weight? No. ChatGPT.

Using online Maps to locate something? No. I'll just ask ChatGPT to give me the location instead of looking it up myself.

Engaging in a conversation/dicussion with me and my brother (M16) whenever we have an "odd" question? No. Ask ChatGPT.

This is not my mom anymore. I really don't want to sound overdramatic, but she has really changed since using ChatGPT. She has started encouraging me, my brother, and father (M55) to use it too. My dad recently lost his job, doesn't want to learn the regional language and now has to send multiple job applications per month so we receive financial help from the government. All of his applications have been done with AI. Me and my brother have criticised this on several occaisions. No reasonable company will accept an application written by AI, they use AI detectors to filter out applications. But whenever we do so, we're yelled at by both of our parents and they repeat the same things my mom does whenever she only gets mad at me over AI.

I'm honestly tired. I miss my mom. I hate how I can't have a conversation anymore, without her bringing up ChatGPT to some extent or using it as a means to shut down my initiative to start a conversation with her.

I have brought up how excessively relying on ChatGPT as she does fries her brain, but she doesn't want to listenand would much rather lecture me.

Sorry if this is all over the place. It's just that this has been bothering me a lot, especially after the whole unemployment thing of my dad, so I thought I'd post about it here.

I haven’t felt beautiful since he cheated on me. I looked for a gentler way to say it, some softer sentence that would round off the edges, but the truth doesn’t need decoration. It is exactly that plain. That simple.

There was a version of me who used to take photos in the mirror before leaving the house, not out of vanity but out of something closer to joy, a small private delight in how the light hit a new dress, in the way a haircut could make a whole week feel different. That version of me is not gone, exactly. She’s just gone quiet. Folded up somewhere I don’t visit anymore.

Now there is an emptiness where that joy used to live. I don’t buy new clothes as much. I don’t do my hair. I don’t put on makeup, not because I’ve decided against beauty on principle, but because every act of self-adornment has become a hallway that leads back to the same room: the one where I found out, the one where everything I thought I knew rearranged itself without my permission. Every picture he takes of me or bad photo I see of myself makes me want to claw at my skin.

In a way I felt as if it doesn’t matter anymore how much effort I put into myself, in the end he still cheated on me anyway. Every little effort is a reminder of that.

I stayed. I chose to forgive him, and I meant it, or I’m trying to mean it, one day at a time. But underneath that forgiveness is a harder, quieter reckoning, because the person I actually can’t forgive isn’t him. It’s me. Me, for staying. Me, for choosing the familiar ache over the unknown one. Me, for looking at the wreckage and deciding to live in it rather than walk away.

I don’t know yet if that was weakness or courage. Maybe some days it’s both. Maybe the staying and the not-forgiving-myself are two threads of the same rope, and I’m still learning how to hold them without either one cutting into my hands.

I don’t have the ending to this yet. I’m not sure anyone gets to skip to it. But I wanted to write down, plainly, without the flowery language I went looking for and couldn’t find: I haven’t felt beautiful in a long time. And I am still here anyway.

I was forced to drop out of college over a decade ago by my mother. Than today which was my second week of college when I'm turning 30 this year , found out I had three class assignments due today which I ended up just using Google to cheat for the answers because I didn't want to read the textbooks at all. Then I yelled at my baby when she just wanted to sit on my lap. That was enough for me. I was miserable and shaking. So I dropped my classes which literally the only safe deadline to drop my classes so I didn't have to pay anything was today by midnight , so I dropped out , this time because I wanted to and just decided it's not right for me and it's not what I want..

I became a parent so I could BE a parent not so I could look for other things to do instead of raising her.

I think today I reached the status where I'm like I don't need a college degree on the wall to be happy and be somebody because to my family , I already am somebody.

I love my boyfriend but the amount of disgusting looks I get from others, I cant even hold my hands in public

it's really insane

I follow a NICU mother on Facebook to support her and her baby. A couple days ago she posted two pics were I personally thought the baby looked pretty red. It passed through my mind that it didn't look normal at all, but she had just come home with her baby for only a week so l didn't want to scare her, so I just liked the photo and continued with my day. She hasn't posted since then until an hour ago, and she just told all of us that her precious baby had passed. I feel so sick and guilty my stomach dropped and I threw up I keep sweating I feel so so guilty and I don't know how to cope I can't even bring myself to send condolences cause I probably wouldn't be having to if I was just a little bit nosey and told her to go to the hospital. I don't know what to do obviously I'm not the mother l'm not suffering as much as her but I can't believe I didn't tell her anything I never thought my actions or non action would have this much consequences.
Please help me my brain is spinning and my heart is broken and full of guilt.

I am a 23 year old male and I feel like a loser. I recently quit my job a few weeks back as a police officer as I felt the department I was working for just didn't fit who I was and how I wanted to police. It was a spontaneous thing and now I am jobless. Up until that day a few weeks back, I felt like I had everyone figured out. I was bringing in some serious dough, and times were good. Now I am searching for a job and spend most of my day at my apartment (who i live at with my brother and a dog) looking for jobs, playing games, working out, and going on walks with the dog.

I can't help but think I should've just stuck it out at the department. The department is quite large and i cant help but think about how many other officers felt the same way i did but were strong enough to prevail. I feel like a loser and a wuss for not manning up and just continuing on there. I'd still be making great money and doing something I enjoy, which is being a cop. I am applying for other smaller departments but it will be a while before I get hired at one. I already went in for an interview last week at one, but was informed today that they were going to continue on with other candidates. I got two other interviews scheduled for next week and I am going to take the time to prepare for them as these are two of my top picks.

I am currently jobless and have no source of income. I am hoping to be hired on as an Amazon delivery driver making $25 but that isn't no where close to the $45 I was making as a cop. It is quite the fall from grace and I feel like an idiot for leaving. This has been something that has been on my chest for the last few weeks and I feel like I needed to write it down and express how I am feeling to myself. I appreciate all who read this, I'd be lying if I said that I don't feel better after writing. Thank you all and have a great night.

My fiancé is hyper sensitive with the idea of being too close to his guy friends. So I keep a distance. I don’t follow them on social media. My fiancé has been cheated on, so I understand the discomfort. He has especially when his friends continue to ask for me or come to approach me a gatherings. However, about a year ago on social media, I was liking some posts on a realty page of a friend that was trying to promote his business. My fiancé found out and expressed his discomfort, so I unlike all the posts and even unfollowed my friend. And I understand that as I’m typing this out that it may be viewed as very immature or unsettling, but I respect what he has said even though sometimes I do think it’s on the cusp of a little more bad than good.

So if you can imagine my surprise to see that he was liking one of his female friends, social media post, and I pointed this out to him saying that these rules in place or violated and yet when I do that he gets upset. And so he went, and unlike the post said he was an imperfect person and said it was perfectly reasonable However, he spent the rest of the evening very quiet with me at the gym and I felt bad for pointing out this rule break that he did so I kept trying to apologize because I generally didn’t see an issue with him liking this social media post of the business that his friend was promoting but being that a year ago, I had to even remove my friend And my likes on that post. I couldn’t help but point out that. He was frustrated and said that I was being irritating and stayed in quiet the rest of the gym day. He was even rude because later, and I said I would like to talk I miss talking to you, and he replied that I was just ruining the gym day by harping on the situation Later and he talked to me as if it was nothing but I just stayed very frustrated with the situation. I honestly should have never said anything but it’s tiresome to follow his rules and I think he was even frustrated at that too.

I (31f) went on a date the other night with a guy (28m) who had some similar likes. We met on Tinder and I had listed horror movies, anime, ect., and we had some of those things in common. At one point during dinner, though, he asked me what my favorite horror movie was, and I was about to answer he cut me off.

He told me I couldn't say Scream, Child's Play, Final Destination, or The Shining. Because they are basic horror movies, that arent even good. I was thrown off cause I'm pretty sure he wanted to start a debate or something about it. Cause I had a Scream wallpaper on my phone, and I know he saw it when I showed him something on it. Granted I like these movies so it threw me off on how they shouldn't be listed.

I answered with Thir13n Ghosts (I know I have shit taste. I've liked this movie since I was a kid). He told me he'd never seen it, and I know it's not popular, so it's not surprising. He then told me his favorite is Halloween and went on a rant about how he was superior to any other horror movies. Something about comparing Jason and Michael Myers. idk man, I'm not into either Halloween or Friday the 13th.

I was so confused cause I feel like Halloween is probably a basic answer. Idk why he thought that it wasn't. I tried bringing up that I liked the Scream series, but only like the first 3 movies. He told me I had basic taste in movies. That I must not actually watch horror movies. That I must only watch whats popular. He then kept talking about Halloween like it's his baby. I literally could not talk about anything cause he just wanted to brag about Halloween and how strong and cool Michael Myers is.

The date soured pretty quickly because who the fuck insults someone on a first date? I was annoyed even after we changed the topic so after we ate I went home.

I'm not saying I have great taste in media in general. Hell, I don't really watch anything anymore and just listen to youtube videos talking about random topics.

If I watch something though, it's horror. I have a large collection of horror movies, even if they're awful like The Gingerdead Man or The Evil Bong. It's well known to my family and friends that I love Horror. wtf was he on about?