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I don't know where to put this so I'll just stick it here. I love my wife, I can't see myself ever not loving her. But she's fallen out of love with me. I'm suicidal as I've lost her love. A few months ago she got her self in trouble and was arrested I completely fell apart I cried and was hopeless. No help at all. She got police bail and released. To return at a later date. I hoped that this scare might have brought her back to me emotionally (we still live in the same house) but she still distant even more so, she drinks all the time and stays out to the early hours of the morning. She returned to the police this past Thursday and the matter was closed with her receiving a police caution This is where my confession happens on her last night out when she stayed out to 4.30 yesterday morning I actually started to wish she'd got a prison sentence for her misdemeanour that way I would not have to feel this neglect, and suffer the share panic I feel when she's out and does not contact me or answer her phone. I feel guilty for wishing such a thing but I'm in turmoil and her ways with me is worsening my depression. And it is slowly killing me
Not really a sin, I’m just pining for a guy that seems to have zero interest in me. I feel like he looks at me and sees a completely unsexual being. He talks about “hot girls” to me like I’m his bro. It sucks cause I met him at a time where I’m just really not looking or feeling like my true self. I’ve been going through some crazy shit. I used to be so pretty and happy and people had crushes on ME. I wasnt mean to the ppl or anything but definitely friendzoned my fair share. Now it’s like the universe is making fun of me and put me in the shoes of someone that once liked me. I cant help but think if he knew the old me instead of the now, he’d like me back.. it’s not fair he’ll never really know the me I wish he could and the me I wish I still was. Maybe my sinning was not making the most of how was I back in the day or not giving people more of a chance. Sorry universe. Forgive me?
I feel guilty about losing weight. I am beginning to skip meals more than just sometimes. My best friend struggles with her body image, I do too. Before I started to change my lifestyle to get the body I strive for, she would tell me that she would die to look like me. She wants to look like me... I don't even want to look at myself, I don't know why anyone would want my ugly body. Now that I have lost weight she just wants to look like me more. She doesn't copy me or anything she just wants my body. When I occasionally talk about how I struggle with the way I see myself she denies my insecurities and says I'm not fat. I feel like when I talk about how I don't like my body, she may take it as I don't like hers either because she is bigger than I am. Which is in no way true. It feels like its unfair on her half.
(bad spelling in this, prob won't make sense. I just needed to rant)
My life sucks. I don't get a girl and every girl I like gets a boyfriend shortly after. I should make a business out of it...
I guess it's because I am just a nice guy. Girls don't like nice guys...
From now on I am going to be an asshole! A big jerk.. Maybe I'll get a girlfriend then...
I am 12 almost thirteen and i feel like i need to tell my story. I suffer from depression and there is nothing i can do about it. What did i do wrong? I even think about suicide. Other people who feel like this - trust me, even though it may feel like it, you are not alone.
when i'm in a relationship, i want to be single, but when i'm single, i want to be in a relationship
I hate my husband because he doesn’t do anything little for me and calls me a “strong, independent woman” when I’ve told him how insulting it is that he does it as an excuse to do nothing. For example, he didn’t do anything for me when I was sick and pregnant because I’m a “strong, independent woman,” despite the fact that I was working my ass off until the day I gave birth. We both work full time and have one child. I do ALL the mental work (planning, shopping, appointments, telling him what to do, what to clean, etc). On the rare occasion he does laundry, he won’t even pair my socks. Like…come on guy. The fact that he won’t pair my socks was the straw that broke the camel’s back.
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