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Back in 2019, I was broken up by my ex which pretty much destroyed me. Well, long story short...2 years later I met someone and against my best judgement we entered a relationship.

Today that relationship ended and, just like last time right before the 4 year mark. Except this time...it was pretty much mutual and while I did fight to the very end it was out of stubbornness. I was checked out for a while now. And while I do feel sad I didn't expected this huge relief.

You see, Patty was, deep down, a good person. That's why I took a chance with her and ended up together for almost 4 years. But from day one, she showed some serious SERIOUS emotional problems.

Patty had a temper. A really bad temper. Any kind of frustration or, god forbid, criticism was responded with evil eyes, silent treatment or outbursts. Communication was very difficult. It was really ridiculous. It did improve after the first year. But it was always a problem until our last fight that lead to the break-up. In the

Hi. I’m a Christian Polish (and Dutch) man (20M) who’s been outright terrible for years. I, like other people I’ve known, have been rather traditional. Patriotic and bigoted, you know the type. However, there was one thing I always thought was wrong with me: I’m attracted to men.

I always kind of liked this one man, my friend Greg, platonically and eventually romantically, as much as I hated to admit it.

I really liked him since we started to talk when we were 15. I saw him as a guy I could rely on. Greg is smart, funny, sweet, amazing really. I clung to him. He was my best friend. In fact, he was the one who helped me discover I liked men.

I’m nothing compared to him and I never will be much.

I’ve tried getting close to Greg. I tell him how smart he is, he lies back that I’m as smart as he is. I told him we should live together one day.

But I have mental health issues. I push people away and don’t think I’m good enough to have them.

Quite recently, Greg has shown some in

What i mean with the title is: Mothers often feel as if they can't be successful themselves, due to their role as a mother. So, they try to make their child(ren) "successful" in their place. What that entails is a strict, hierarchical upbringing and a lot of "discipline" for the child(ren). As a direct consequence, the child(ren) have significantly reduced Quality Of Life, to the point of many committing suicide, and as such they are definitely a thing that can end lifes, or personal worlds (for the children). As such, they are clearly one of the "horsemen of the apocalypse".

I have a couple of them, but to be honest I'm not even sure if I like them more, or less, than rubber membrane keyboards. There's kind of a sharpness to the sounds they usually produce, almost a kind of plastic-on-plastic squeek, and I find that unpleasant. If I could afford it, or if they were affordable, I might give a Topre keyboard a try, but to be honest I really don't care enough about keyboards to worry about that.

The only reason I get mechanical keyboards is because those are often the only ones with n-key rollover. It's all about the games. It's wild to me that being able to press more than 3 keys simultaneously is still not standard in all keyboards, and it drives me crazy that the vast majority of built-in laptop keyboards have this problem.

Avert your eyes: ::: spoiler spoiler I also think chiclet keyboards are perfectly fine... except again, the lack of key rollover. :::

So a lot of this I recognize has more to do with me than others, but wanted to get it out somewhere.

I haven't had much luck in finding any particular community/group that I feel comfortable with. Feels like I'm the downer/buzzkill for not being as enthusiastic or knowledgeable in some contexts, or a shill/fan for not being as negative enough in others.

My interests tend to be pretty broad and never dwelling on much enough for many. I'm not interested in getting hyped up over new stuff, or caught up only in criticizing it either. More often than not I'm trying to thread the needle to appreciate what I can from things and criticize what I can't, backing away and trying to find more stuff to explore.

In the process I end up with various niche pieces of knowledge while being a bit out of tune with some pop culture/entertainment stuff. (i mean how else would i have found myself here)

I dunno where I'm going with this, but sometimes it feels like I'm either walking on eggshells among t

She's one of my former workmates from my second-to-last job. She's a fucking weirdo, but she's my kind of weirdo. All grim and trash Goth, deals with crystals and Wiccan stuff, which I like as lore and nothing more, but I love about her. She annoys me in all the right ways.

We had instant rapport, and my jaw was on the floor the moment I saw her. Wasn't just me, you could hear chins hitting plywood all across the office. And rightfully so, she's... forcefully beautiful and raw, don't know how else to put this. She has such a way about her, she's almost aggressively herself and knows what she's got, a very earthy person. I still don't know why I had the courage to even broach an interaction with her, but I'm glad I did, because my gut was right.

We had a rough friendship for the first couple of years. I struggled to reconcile the fact that I was falling desperately in love with her with the deepening bond of genuine friendship which developed. Luckily, my desire to see her happy trump

Edit for clarity, I'm talking about when someone holds their sword in the grip where the blade is pointed along the forearm, instead of the usually grip, where it's an extension of your arm. I clearly don't know how much general knowledge people have about swords.

Bit of a rant here. It's like the smallest of nitpicks. It's not a big deal. But I also wish people in charge of how swords in media are handled had to just hold a sword for an hour, because it's immediately obvious how impractical that technique is.

I've had a medium amount of sword handling in my life which is probably why it bothers me so much. Minor amount of 16th century swordplay, 4 years of fencing, half a year with Kung Fu sword form. Not an expert, but enough to know how the muscles work. Holding it backwards puts a huge amount of strain on the wrong

I’m German. The USA made it possible for me to grow up in a functional democracy.
Hundreds of thousands of Americans died so I could have that privilege.
They died fighting for my unborn ass's rights, against my grandparents' fellows.
Fortunately, my grandparents weren’t involved in killing them, but that was pure chance.
Growing up, the USA was the shining beacon in the west.
The country that was so much better, freer and cooler than mine.
I learnt English listening to American Forces Network, the radio station of the US armed forces in Germany, every night.
Literally my main goal in life was to be able to one day move to the USA and become a citizen.
I lived in the USA for one year pre-9/11 and could hardly wait to finish my studies and maybe one day acquire a Green Card.
But after 2001 (damn, that’s already 24 years ago), it started to turn.
I celebrated when the German chancellor refused to support the USA in the illegal invasion of Iraq.
Then I stayed up ever

Yeah having a job is So Grown for me, a worthless thing below society, but not having a job makes me a burden. Showering is So Fancy but not showering makes me a burden. Doing my chores and being responsible is So Wannabe Grown but if I don't do them I'm a burden. What is the point of living if I get bullied for everything I do because it's "trying to be grown" at fucking 26 years old? Right it's so funny that I want to be grown up so badly that I work a job and take care of my body, that's so fucking funny. I really should have killed myself when I originally wanted to at 7 to spare myself from twenty more years of the same bullying and abuse.

This happened a few years ago. Life eventually found a way and I'm doing good. But from time to time I still remember this and get angry/sad.

A few years ago I found a great group of friends. It was one the happiest times of my life and I still cherish those memories. Not long after I joined it I started going out with a girl and we were together for about 4 years. The group eventually settled in all couples and a single friend who I'll call Peter (the incel of this story). I call him an incel but he was far from being one back then. He often went out with girls and had a few flings though nothing serious (by his own choice).

Peter smoked a lot of pot and, with time, it took a toll on his social skills. Often he was too high to have any kind of "game" and he ended up in a rut. After a year he found himself orbiting a younger girl who wanted nothing with him. Lets call her Mary. Mary made out with him once when she was drunk out of her mind and regreted it. She told him she was not in

Most people will probably disagree and say that I shouldn't be here if I don't like it, but yeah, like the title said. I switched over from Reddit for various reasons, and at first it was nice, but now it's making me depressed just casually browsing Lemmy. Everything here is so drab and negative, sometimes even downright hateful. Everything sucks, here's a list of companies you should never use, here's people that do horrible things, here's a bunch of complaints about stuff. This is why the world sucks, this is why your favourite thing is actually stupid, this is why you shouldn't enjoy xyz anymore.

At least half of the content on Lemmy is about American politics or how they affect the rest of the world, even on meme and shitpost subs you can't escape from the constant barrage of politically charged content. And when it's not American politics it's American lifestyle, like I get that america dominates the internet but I sincerely do not give a shit about your egg prices or your celeb

I've always thought ghosting was a terrible thing to do to someone, and now that I've experienced it for the first time I know for sure how fucked up it is.

We went on multiple dates and everything was going great (or was it? that's the type of doubt ghosting puts in your head), we had no issues in person or in text, but more than no issues we seemed to have a lot of chemistry and things in common. Then one day she never texted me back again. I spend a fucking week agonizing over it. Will she text me back? Maybe she's just busy! (Too busy to take 30s from her week to say "Hey, I'm a bit busy and don't feel like texting. I'll let you know when I have time"?) Should I text her again or is it better to wait? I did text her once more - a few days after, when I saw something that I wanted to share with her and thought it was a good opportunity to restart the conversation, give her another chance to reply. She never responded.

I've seen so many excuses for it, and none of them are valid. M

I created my lemmy account just for this, I really need some help and have been unable to post elsewhere.

Hi. I'm 26yo F. I've been with my BF (27M) for over 3 years. Our relationship has been, hard. It has been good but gone through many difficulties. First was his mom, who was an abusive controlling bitch, until I pushed him to go no contact with her, and then she died from an infection. Then we had problem because of the lack of sex, and I didn't like how he was behaving with me, he was getting too controlling and I was always on edge. We eventually solved it, he improved a lot, and our relationship was good again, now he is not controlling over me, but I still got some little ptds from those days so I resort to not tell him things to avoid conflict.

He is not all bad, he is nerdy, caring, and I know for sure he is not cheating on me (he barely goes out of the house). I have recently moved in with him because now there's a functioning car that allows me to get to work. I was livi

i feel so alone. i don't want to be alone. i think of her every day - every hour, i even wake up thinking of her. she takes hours to answer my texts. often over 12 hours, sometimes over 24h. she is always my first thought in the morning.

i want to hold her hand, feel her lips on mine. i want to go to sleep with her next to me, and wake up looking at the face of someone i love and who loves me back. i want to travel the world, but not alone or with friends. i want to experience new things, but i want to do it with her.

i've always been more romantically inclined, and i've always dreamed of having a wife (or just a serious life-long relationship; marriage itself is irrelevant) and having kids with her. that has always been the purpose of life to me. everything else feels meaningless without a romantic partner to experience it with, or with whom to talk about it. but more specifically, i want her. but i'm still a virgin, i've still never kissed a girl, and i've still never held a girls

I wanted to create entertainment media, clothes, websites, and a lot more honestly. I also thought of having children but I didn't think I'd ever find someone I actually loved. Well now I'm in a relationship, and children have been discussed multiple times, but I feel like I'm doing everything way too late. I'm 27, finding myself like a tween since I was abused into being a zombie when I was that age.

Everyone else already moved out at 19 and are married at 25 the latest and usually have children around 27. I'm still stuck living with family who bullied and abused me the most and still do today. I really did not want to choose between having children at a better time and experiencing having my own space where I won't be abused for being too comfortable or happy. I really wanted to have my own space I could decorate with things that wouldn't be destroyed by marijuana addicts who are So Enlightened and believe material possessions are meaningless. I wanted to experience having my own a

12 hours from now, 11 years ago, I was very nearly killed riding a bicycle to work. I'm partially physically disabled now. Holding posture is very limited for me, but I'm still mobile. Last year I did the same ride on the same route. I ran into someone I worked with that was doing well and it had a disproportionate negative effect to see their success.

For the first 9 years I tried to ignore the anniversary, but that doesn't work well either. I still feel every bit of the pain I felt that day when I woke up in the hospital, so moving on is not an option. I'm a shell of my former self. I'm doing good to ride a bike a couple dozen miles at most and can't stop, sit, or stand for more than a few minutes. Does anyone with experience like this have any suggestions to reduce the dip; to morn one's own death in a more productive way?

EDIT: ESH. I've been an asshole without realising it, and my friends really weren't open about the drama until very recently. I was right, though--I'm terrible at explaining myself. We agree drugs aren't a problem for me, but I should keep discussion light. Kairos--there is a time and a place for everything.

(My app doesn't allow marking posts as NSFW. I don't know whether this should be considered NSFW or not, but I can't mark it anyway. I'll sign in on desktop later, if need be. An admin can also do the courtesy of marking it for me. Thank you, regardless.)

Sorry if this is all a little disorganised.

2025 has been a good year for me, despite everything. I've made my first attempts to meet new people, thanks to guidance from people on this very platform, and things are finally looking up. I feel productive and somewhat healthy. I feel like I'm in a position to help others, even though things look bleak for all of us.

Except for one problem.

I use drugs more than any of my friends

I spent my whole life experimented on, neglected, bullied; physically, mentally, and emotionally abused, and used to inspire all the actual real people into donating to an institution I was locked away in over a stupid puzzle piece misdiagnosis. My parents did not raise me and my siblings were my first bullies. I was the scapegoat for everything that went wrong. I wasn't allowed to do anything for myself, which made me a burden, but I also wasn't allowed to learn or try them as that made me spoiled and ungrateful.

My mother only wanted money or fame from me. I didn't qualify for free money from the government and I wasn't talented enough to be famous, yet she forced me in so many stupid patronizing performances and crap despite me literally begging her not to. I spent my childhood trying to hide myself and be invisible.

I was in a class of 12 people where only 5 of the kids could actually hold a conversation. One was a bully I was forced to "be friends with". Another loved starting f

I've been looking into daddy issues recently and I'm honestly starting to believe I have some of the symptoms.

. Fear of abandonment . Unhealthy attachment patterns . Low self-esteem . Trust issues . Jealousy . Constantly needing reassurance

I think I have 1, 2, 4, 5 and 6. I've been in a handful of relationships in my life and there always super stressful because there's always so much competition and I just want to be there number 1 girl and I don't know why but I get really obsessed with people. I've spoken about this before on this sub but if I like someone then it's like they become my main interest above all else. It's also hard for me to trust other people even I know them really well. Obviously, I get jealous really easily. I hate the thought of someone else being better then me at something and taking my lime light. I put so much effort into the way I look and getting others to like me and I feel like I deserve it.

My relationship with my parents isn't that good. I neve

I'm sick of hearing the whining of "gifted" children. Like, why are they even "gifted" to begin with? What... they remember the names of shapes and count well and we're supposed to believe they're the second coming of Albert Einstein?

Can imagine the type of person this could rest? Imagine growing up and being told your special and better then the other kids when all they can do is learn faster than everyone else. There just lucky, that's what gets me. It's like being praised for being born rich. It's like if we lived in a world where anyone was in a wheelchair and they could walk.

As someone with interactual disabilities I hate hearing them complain. Like really? you you were praised growing up and did well academically? Aww, I cry for you😥