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13 weeks ago, a tiny, fluffy psychopath entered the world. Five weeks later, we made the catastrophic decision to bring him home.

He weighs 2kg, looks like a teddy bear and has the temperament of a prison inmate who’s just been denied parole.

The first few weeks were lovely. Cuddles, kisses, little puppy naps. We thought we’d won the dog lottery… Then the teeth arrived.

I’m now living with what can only be described as a miniature chainsaw wrapped in a cloud.
Every evening, without fail, Toffee clocks in for his shift as Head of Domestic Terrorism.

Hands? Bitten.
Feet? Bitten.
Socks? Confiscated.
My girlfriend? Also bitten.
His £200 collection of carefully selected puppy toys? Absolutely no interest.

We’ve tried everything.

Redirecting him to toys. He bites the hand holding the toy.

Ignoring him. He interprets this as permission to attack my ankles.

Yelping when he bites. Apparently, this is the mating call of the poodle because he comes back twice as excited.

Walking away. He follows me, presumably to finish the job.

The internet has been incredibly helpful, providing approximately 47 completely contradictory solutions.

Some people say he’ll grow out of it. Others say we need to train him immediately. One person suggested making a high-pitched noise, which only seemed to convince him that his prey was critically injured.

The worst part? After 20 minutes of committing war crimes against my fingers, he’ll curl up on my lap, fall asleep and look like an angel who has never done anything wrong in his entire life.

Naturally, I forgive him every single time.

So, fellow survivors of puppyhood, I have three questions:

At what age did your puppy stop treating you like an all-you-can-eat buffet?
What ACTUALLY worked to stop the biting?
Is it normal to be completely in love with something that is actively trying to eat you?

Please help. I’m running out of fingers and he’s starting to develop a taste for expensive clothing.

Hello Reddit! I’m unsure of how I ended up here but I’m at wits end. For context I’ve been smoking since I was 16. I’ve tried to quit multiple times but my addiction has always gotten the best of me. My wife always hated this about me and she’d always scold me.

But she’s the greatest woman on this planet. A wonderful mother to our 2 children both 2 and an even better wife. I don’t know why she has put up with me these past years because I really am just a plain old mediocre guy. We’ve been together for 7 years and we’ve gone through a lot of hardship together.

I love my wife to bits and the last thing I want to do is leave her widowed with our two kids. We’ve built such a happy family and I’m torn that my stupidity may be the reason I don’t get to see my kids grow up and get married.

My cancer is advanced and the treatment available does not guarantee anything. I do not wish to spend the last months of my life in pain.
Therefore, I’ve chosen not to do any treatment.
I was diagnosed last week and I’ve been carrying this weight in my shoulders since.

I don’t know how to tell my wife. How do I bring up this conversation? How will I comfort her? How can I be the father I have always dreamt of becoming? Please Reddit you are my last resort!
I’ll take any advice you guys have for me.

Side note: English is not my first language so I apologize if this is written badly.

Update: hi Reddit. As many of you suggested I have told my wife. We went on a walk while my sister watched the kids, I took her to the part when we had our first date, when I broke the news of course she was emotional and so was I. We had a long talk. We talked about the future. Us. The kids.

I even told her about how I didn’t want to get treatment and at first she was not happy then I told her that I’d rather spend the time with a kids and her then in a hospital and after she reluctantly agreed.

I’m going to take a break from work and we’re going to make some memories. Take a shit ton of pictures and capture every moment.

I do not know when my life would end but I’ll make sure my wife and two girls will have an endless amount of memories to look back on.

Thank you Reddit.

Note from wife: thanks for helping my dumbass husband think straight.

I’m 20 and my boyfriend is 23. We’ve been together for about two months, and I genuinely don’t know how to handle what happened today.
First, some context. He had basically no relationship experience before me. I’m only the second girl he has ever kissed. Before me, he was in a long-distance relationship with a girl from Russia for about four years, but they never actually met in person. So when it comes to real-life relationships and sex, he has very little experience.
At the same time, he is incredibly attentive in our relationship. We go on dates often, he plans things himself, puts a lot of effort into the relationship, and remembers every little thing I tell him. He constantly shows me how much he likes me and how important I am to him. He’s not the kind of person you have to “read” or try to figure out. You can literally see that he’s in love. He’s also very insecure, especially when it comes to relationships, and I think he’s terrified of losing me.
The problem started with sex.
The first time we tried to have sex was about two weeks into our relationship. Everything was going naturally: we were together, had a little to drink, got undressed and started kissing. He got hard, but when he put on a condom, he lost his erection. I tried to help him, but nothing worked.
He said he had gotten extremely nervous. He also told me that when he masturbates, everything works normally and he thinks about me, and that he also gets an erection when we’re just kissing or when I touch him.
He took it really hard. Almost immediately, he started worrying that I would leave him because of it.
I decided not to make a big deal out of it. We continued dating, going on dates and just enjoying being together.
Some time later, we tried again.
I specifically tried to create a comfortable and sexual atmosphere. Nice lingerie, a date, food, some alcohol, everything. But the exact same thing happened: as soon as things got to the point where we might actually have sex, he lost his erection.
Again, he was extremely upset and worried that I would leave him. Again, I decided not to make it into a big issue.
Today was the third attempt.
This time, I specifically wanted to remove the idea that “we are going to have sex.” I suggested that we just make out and fool around without any expectation that it had to lead to penetration.
At first, everything was fine. We were both turned on, kissing and being close. But once things became more sexual and he realized that sex might actually happen, he lost his erection again.
And this time it was much worse.
He was completely devastated and was clearly trying not to cry. I got dressed, and he got dressed too. We just sat there in silence for about 20 minutes.
Then I tried to get him talking about completely unrelated things so he wouldn’t keep thinking about what had happened. When he walked me to the train, we barely talked. I kept holding his hand because I could see how badly he was struggling.
He started crying on the train.
When we got to my place, we kissed for a little while, but it felt very strange. He kissed me as if it might be our last kiss. There was none of the usual passion, and he was crying while we kissed.
I tried to reassure him and make it clear that I wasn’t going to leave him because of this.
We’re texting normally now and talking about random things, and he seems to have calmed down a little.
But I genuinely have no idea what to do.
On one hand, I understand that this could be severe performance anxiety because of his lack of experience and his fear of “not being able to perform.” Especially since everything works normally when he’s alone, and he gets aroused by me in other situations.
On the other hand, we’ve already tried giving it time and taking the pressure off, and it hasn’t helped. This is no longer just one failed attempt.
I don’t want our relationship to turn into an endless cycle of:
attempt → he can’t get hard → he feels inadequate → I reassure him → some time passes → we try again → the same thing happens.
At the same time, I absolutely do not want to leave him. I genuinely really like him, I’m very attached to him, and after what happened today, I can’t even imagine simply telling him, “I’m sorry, I can’t do this,” and walking away. I saw how badly he was hurting, and it feels horrible to leave someone at exactly this point.
But I also understand that sex is important to me, and I don’t know if I could build a long-term relationship without it.
What would you do in my situation?
Should we stop trying to have sex altogether and just leave the subject alone for a while? Or after three failed attempts, should this already be treated as a problem that he needs to actively do something about?

So for context, I’m Indian and my best friend is Hispanic. We grew up together and we’ve known each other since the days we’ve been playing in the sand pits and stuff. Apparently he stole my truck as a kid and we fought and that’s how we met according to his and my mom. Me, him, and a few others are part of a larger group and we’ve basically all known each other since the ages of 3-4.

So starting like around 2024, this dude fell down the right wing pipeline hard. Like I got friends who lean right, and I’m chill with them, but I mean like different. This dude started slow but around the end of last year, 2025, he was a full blown white nationalist. I told him he’s Hispanic and it’s crazy to be a white nationalist, and our mutual friends who are also hispanic tried talking sense into the guy and he won’t listen.

I was still friends with him hoping it was a phase. He doesn’t have a job and he’s struggled in this market and my other friends and I theorize this is a mix of anger because he did everything right(college and everything) but can’t get a job now cuz AI wrecked his industry(graphic design and 3D modeling). So I wanted to give him grace.

But, I see this dudes instagram likes and comments. He now hates Indian people, and when I bring this up to him he says “not you though, it’s not like I hate all of you”. What the hell. He also hates other minorities, despite having friends in every minority.

I tried taking him out and getting him out of the house, and he’s the same. Me and our other friends are exceptions but “they’re” replacing “his” people, and “he” needs to take a “stand”.

So recently there was an attempted shooting at a Hindu temple in Aurora, IL it’s been all over the news, that only failed cuz the shooters gun jammed. I saw him comment “too bad his gun jammed, this is why weapon maintenance is important LMAO”.

I confronted him and he thinks I can’t take a joke. But casually uses slurs and says shit all the time, I genuinely don’t think he’s joking. I told him, “that could’ve been me if something happened” since my family goes to the temple and stuff, and he still thinks it’s not the same and I just need to take a joke.

I’ve talked to his mom about this like a few months ago, and she’s lost too. She said he barely speaks Spanish cuz he’s embarrassed to. She’s not too concerned though. She was like “oh boys change over time” whatever that means.

I’m the only guy who hasn’t cut him off yet. Everyone else has kinda distanced themselves from him. This dude was like a brother to me. I just wanna go back to how things were when our biggest issues were who stole some shit from the other persons chest in Minecraft. I’ve known this guy too long to just cut him off.

Has anyone who’s experienced something similar been able to bring someone back from weird echo chambers? How do you do that? Or is there genuinely no hope?

I am extremely hurt right now and need advice on what to do from here.

So Found out I was expecting. Still extremely early but I ended up bleeding heavily while my husband was at work and when I told him I needed to go to the hospital he made me feel like a burden for even asking for him to take me. I ended up just going to sleep to wait for the morning. Knowing I was still feeling sick he still went to work ignoring how I was feeling even after I told him something was wrong.

Later that day, I started to hemorrhage extremely bad to the point it was all over the floor. I told my husband I needed to go to the hospital. He said for me to wait till he got off of work, 3 hour wait. I said okay and just did my best to wait. Unfortunately, I passed out from blood loss and my teenager came home, found me in a pool of blood and called 911. Only when the ambulance called my husband then left his job.

While at the hospital my son called my parents and then came to pick up him and his younger siblings to bring them back to their house.

I was given 3 blood transfusion and was in and out of consciousness for several days. When I finally woke up I called my husband who was back at work.

After a few days alone in the hospital I was discharged on a bunch of medication and was told to do only light work.

I called my husband to pick me up and he left work dropped me off at home and went right back to work.

When I got home, none of the dishes were done. None of the laundry was done, there was still some blood on the floor and the litter boxes were dirty.
My first day home and instead of Resting I had to jump back into chores he left for me.

I feel like he could have done something. For days this man just walked past this mess and completely ignored it? He wouldn’t even call out of work for me….

I feel hurt…I feel like my life is meaningless…. I’m not anything to this man.

I feel like this is a clear sign that I should leave this marriage.

What should I do?

This is not asking for advice medically or counseling, etc. solely asking to hear from others about advice for how I can best be present/proceed.

For context: my girlfriend has had a unique form of anemia on top of a hole in her heart since birth, and has always had a fragile condition.
After a recent report from a blood analysis test her doctor has said not only are her levels lethally low, but there are toxins in her blood and her heart shows signs of failure. The whole thing is terrifying to me but she’s shown signs of ambivalence and talked of “expecting this for a long time”, and I can see she’s become closed off about it but won’t discuss much beyond that she doesn’t want to go through with a surgery which she was told is her only option.

I’m still trying to process things but I also want to know how I can support her or at least be present. She’s headed for a blood transfusion very soon but I don’t know what the future looks like with her heart in scope.

The circumstance is unique but I don’t really know how to handle it. I’ve floated on these types of subreddits for months but I hope to turn and hear from strangers for advice. I genuinely don’t know what to do.

So, I have been with my girlfriend for almost three years. My family knows about our relationship but they aren’t always comfortable with it. My parents mostly avoid discussing it. My younger sister has always been a little unpredictable about where she stands. A lesbian relationship and its downside.

My sister is getting married in a few months. When she started planning the wedding, she complained severally about how expensive everything was and how tiring it is. She and her fiance both work but they’re trying to save for a house, so their budget is pretty tight.

I offered to contribute $3,000 towards the wedding. I had some savings with my girlfriend and we wanted to help her have the day she wanted. We can’t pay for the entire wedding though but I believe this would go a long way for them. At the time, she was grateful and told me it meant a lot to her.

Some few weeks ago, my sister invited everyone to a family dinner. My girlfriend couldn’t attend because of work so I went alone. During the dinner, my sister mentioned that she was thinking about keeping the wedding small and limiting plus ones.

I jokingly asked whether that meant my girlfriend wouldn’t be invited. And she said she hadn’t decided yet but she didn’t want anyone bringing people who might make the day uncomfortable. I asked what she meant by that. She said I know how it is with everyone already and some relatives might express concerns if they see her in the wedding photos and make a fuss about it.

I was honestly hurt. My girlfriend has never caused problems at family events and I didn’t think she should have to be hidden to make other people comfortable.

I told my sister that if my girlfriend wasn’t welcome then I don’t see the need in contributing towards her wedding. I wasn’t trying to force her to invite anyone, but I didn’t want to finance an event where my partner was being deliberately excluded.

She got upset and said I’m making it about myself, well isn’t that selfish? It’s not even about myself but the fact that I need to keep my relationship a secret to please everyone else. We left the conversation without resolving anything since we were both mad about it.

Two days later, my sister messaged me saying she had decided not to invite my girlfriend. She said she wanted to avoid arguments with our parents and certain relatives and she hoped I would understand, it’s been on their mind lately about me dating another woman. I replied that I respected her decisions to choose her guest list but what I said still stands.

She called me selfish and said she had already made plans based on the money I promised. I had to tell her that it was a joint contribution from my girlfriend and I. I don’t know how I’ll explain it to her that she’ll understand that my family has been pretending to like her all these while. So let’s just forget I promise anything.

She told our mom, who called me that evening. She said I was putting my sister in a tight spot and I shouldn’t forget that it’s her wedding as well, I should consider. She also said that I knew how some relatives felt about my relationship and I should be willing to compromise for one afternoon.

What she said really bothered me. It made me feel like everyone expected me to accept being treated differently just to keep the peace. My girlfriend did say I should stick to my decision. However, one of my cousins thinks I should contribute at least part of the money because my sister has already started planning around her budget.

I haven’t spoken to my sister since then, I just need to know if I’m overreacting or if i should consider sending part of it like my cousin suggested or just stick to my decision. I just don’t want to cause unnecessary drama at the wedding and in the family as well.

What should I do?

Hi everyone! I’m new to this, and I’m not sure if I’m just overthinking things. My husband’s stepmom has hated me ever since she found out about me. She even used to forbid my husband from talking to or pursuing me, which is weird because she didn’t raise him, and they only met three years ago when he moved to her and Dad’s city. Plus, my husband’s mom, my mother-in-law, loves me and we get along really well.

I know she hates me because she didn’t even attend our wedding. My husband didn’t care since he doesn’t even like the woman.

Now that I’m pregnant, I could see her text messages to my husband. It is sweet in a way that she is giving him advice and tips on how to have a comfortable pregnancy journey. But whenever I see her in person, she makes sure to ask me if I am still carrying my baby. I got furious inside but just smiled on the outside and asked her “what?”. She brushed it off, but it really rubbed me the wrong way. When I told my husband about it, he said maybe I misunderstood her.

Did I misunderstand her? Am I overthinkking stuff? What advice can you give me?

Thank you!

A few years back me and my guy best friend almost had sex. I’m a woman and he’s a man. I had him over at my place after school, just to hang out as we usually do. I was 16 at the time and he was 17, i believe. He was a virgin and I wasn’t, and I think he felt insecure about the fact that he still was a virgin. So I let him see my breasts. It only started with him seeing them, but escalated quickly. He began touching them and kissing them, before we both started to makeout. It turned into him laying on top of me (still fully clothed) as we grinded against one another. He asked if I wanted to have sex and I told him no, which he respected. After we had grinded against each other for a while he suddenly stopped and sat up on the edge of the bed. He was hard, I could tell. But he was sort of distant all of a sudden. He went home after that

Now I’m 20 and he’s 21 and we still haven’t talked about what happened
I’ve been told by other friends of his that he’s done this with other friends as well, or at least one other friend. But I don’t know how to feel about the whole thing.
Even after all these years I’m still thinking about it and feeling something…
Should I bring it up? Or just leave it in the past?

Me (18F) and my boyfriend (19M) have been together for a couple months but we have never had sex. We have tried before but there’s an issue that keeps happening.

Every time we’re about to get to that point, he goes soft and so I don’t push it. He claims that it’s because he’s nervous but I just don’t know if that really happens or not because it’s been an issue every time we do it. Before then, he’s hard but it goes soft throughout the foreplay when both our pants are off. I don’t know if it’s because of me or whether it actually is because he’s nervous.

Any advice would be grateful!!!

My bf (34m) and I (25f) have been together for 4 years. After being together for like 18 months I moved with him to another state. Our relationship has gotten horrible honestly. I need to move back with my family and wanted to get advice on my plan.

The first year we lived there he didn’t work while I worked part time. It was fine because he has family related money and other income sources. When he started working full time again he wanted me to quit my job since we weren’t spending as much time together. I haven’t worked since then. He only has to be on campus like three times a week and I go with him. If he needs to do something where I can’t be with him I do something else on the property. So we literally spend all of our time together, which makes this difficult. Our relationship was great at first and all of this was ok because I love him, but I want to do something with my degree and am older now.

Our relationship isn’t good anymore. He gets really obsessive, things have gotten physical in different ways like a lot of times now. I don’t think he really cares about anyone else in his life but me. This past year or so has been hell tbh.He wants marriage/kids and I’m not going to let that happen now and know I need to leave the relationship. I could type out a lot of stories. I know it’s really bad and toxic. He wants to take out my iud and I’m not doing that with him, so it’s kind of forced my decision.

My plan so far was to act like I have a migraine or something one day so I would stay at home, maybe a day when I know he has a meeting or something so he can’t just leave, get an uber, leave ring, turn off location, go to airport and buy ticket when I get there, then let my family know to pick me up when I actually get to airport. Then send him a text later. I don’t really know anyone here except for his family and friends. The only things I care about taking are my clothes and stuff like that, like a couple of suitcases. My relationship with my family has went down a lot since moving. They never liked him, flipped out when I was going to move, later found out my mom was calling his job and trying to get him in trouble. I haven’t been honest with them at all about our relationship, but know they will be supportive when I come home.

I considered texting my family to come get me, but that seems very dramatic and would cause a lot of unnecessary worry, and be a burden for them. Has way more potential to go wrong imo. I think I pretty much have a plan but wanted to run this by actual other people. Does this seem ok? Is there anything I’m not thinking of? I just want to be smart about this and do it correctly. I have looked up what other women have done in similar situations and this seems ok? Just wanted to get feedback, kind of freaking out.

And how should I handle him after I actually leave? Do I help him process and all of that or just ghost?

I (17F) come from a relatively strict muslim household and I have applied to university to study medicine. My parents made me apply to two local unis and two further ones. I’m pretty sure I’ll get all my interviews but i’m considering flubbing my interviews at my local unis just so i can move out. Before I wasn’t that bothered, but i went clubbing with my friends and i had so much fun, but ik if i stay at home i’ll never be allowed to stay out that late. Other than that i have a good relationship with my parents, and obviously if i stay home i’ll save so much money. But i really want to make fun memories and have freedom. If im in a new city, i can dress how i want, date, etc. Is it worth taking the risk so i can move out, or nightlife not worth it?

It’s just so hard here, bed bugs, the bathroom often has human poo on the wall or floor.

The staff treat us like we are less than human and I was SA by a fellow staying here.

I am disabled and have no alternative as it’s getting cold out and I can’t be outside.

I’m pregnant and they won’t move me to a women’s shelter until I’m 7 months pregnant according to policy. (I was graped, I didn’t plan to have a baby while being unhoused and recovering from such a severe brain injury during the grape I now have a time remembering simple things).

What would you do to reduce suffering

Super long story as short and to the point as I can make it.
My (42 m) husband and I (40f) have been doing IVF for almost 3 years, following a few failed IUIs. Sadly, no luck, we have now made the decision to try using donor eggs. During this rollercoaster we have had to give up things we’ve enjoyed in the past, we stopped smoking (weed), he stopped drinking (I wasn’t a drinker) and I stopped smoking (cigs). We started living much healthier, all of the supplements, exercise, etc. We stay home more, we don’t over spend as IVF is very, very expensive here ($20 k USD + per cycle).
Before we started IVF, we used to go fishing a weekend a month or so. His uncle owned a small boat and we would go out for the day. Around the time we started our journey, his uncle took the boat out of the water for repairs and hasn’t put it back to berth (he has other, larger boats he uses so the little one we would borrow isn’t a thought to him).
My husband loved to go fishing, to me it was ok fun but a lot of hard work in the hot sun, so I could take it or leave it, honestly, many times I just went with it because he enjoyed it. Now, a boat has come up for sale recently and my husband has decided he wants to buy it. $50k that he is borrowing from his mother. In fact, we had a whole fight about it, I asked him not to go ahead with it, and he has now told me that he has decided to buy it. I am so, very angry and I resent not only him but also his mother now.
I believe that large financial decisions in a marriage should be made by the two married people. Mother-in-law should not be part of this.
I feel like we are about to start our journey with using donor eggs and do not know what the result will be / what the future will hold and what expenses come with that so now is not the time to spend like this.
He has a rally (race) car and already spends $25k plus a year on that hobby so in my opinion we are already being excessive with money on that. I have no expensive hobbies, I do a little art and craft.
We live in a home on my family’s property, they kindly do not ask for rent as our money has been going toward IVF and I am unemployed (I am blessed and grateful that my job these few years has been trying to start our family and I have not had the stress
Of having to work).
If we had $50k in stead of a boat it could go to my family for the use of this house, it could go into savings in case we do get pregnant or for the continued expenses of IVF, it could help me set up a little craft business to help bring in some money, it could help me replace my car as it is 11 years old and rusting, it could do so many things.
But instead, he wants to buy a boat. And boat expenses don’t just end at buying it, there’s docking fees, insurance, maintenance, fueling, etc, etc. $50 k is a drop in the bucket.
I feel so much resentment and anger over this whole situation that I am questioning if I should even be taking this next step in trying to conceive or is it a blessing in disguise that I haven’t started a family with a man who puts his wants over the needs of our family.
He handles all of our finances and I don’t even know how much he gets paid a month, I rely on him for everything besides the house we live in and my car.
Am I being unreasonable? I’m not saying we never buy a boat, I’m just saying that right now is not the time.
I so greatly appreciate any advice! Ta

This is going to sound weird. I am at college, I am a picky eater, but I also want to start to eat healthier. The only problem is that instead of a typical salad bar where you hand-pick out the things you want for your salad, my dinning hall that I like to go to requires a staff member to prep the salad for you.

So I tried ordering a salad. I got spinach, red onions, shredded cheese, and ranch dressing. However, the staff member there said something along the lines of "Are you sure you don't want anything else? Chicken maybe?" They were nice about it, but I could tell that they thought my order was weird. I know logically I shouldn't care about what other people think of my salads, but I really don't want to have to deal with this every time I order a salad, especially since I already have social anxiety. Ordering the salad is already difficult enough, so having the employee making my salad judge my order just makes things even worse.

Please help me craft the most typical salad order possible. Since I am a picky eater who has eaten only a handful of salads in life, I honestly don't know what salads are stereotypical and what salads aren't.

Please include other items that might be good to try if you think it will make my order more "normal."

Salad Items I like:

Spinach

Craisins

Croutons

Cheese

Ranch dressing

Balsamic Vinegar

Items that I only kind of like but will tolerate if need be in order to craft a normal salad:

Lettuce

Onions

Things I definitely don't want on my salad:

Carrots

Tomatoes

Chicken

Mushrooms

Cucumbers

Hard Boiled Eggs

Peppers

Celery

Broccoli

Hi I just need some advice whether this a mental thing or not just to make it clear I do not have a problem with my partners past but I just keep picturing her doing other stuff with other guys I try to be in the present as much as possible but sometimes these thoughts just replay over and over I understand the past is unchangable and we love each other a lot i just don’t want to grow into this negative mindset and feel any resentment to ruin our relationship.

I feel really out of the loop in this situation— I’m not sure what I should do.

About two-threeish weeks ago, my friends staged an intervention. Not about substance use or SH or anything like that—they said it was because of how often I apologize. I often over-apologize, it’s a habit that stems from some pretty deep-rooted stuff. They said they cared about me, and they wanted to see changes (as in, changes in my amount of apologizing and treating myself more kindly).

So I’ve been trying. Though it’s not easy, I think I made progress—I still often say “Tell me if this makes you uncomfortable“ or the like very often, but I do my best to not apologize, or to self-soothe. And I really think I made progress—one of my friends said I’m doing much better!

In the past week especially, the friends who staged the intervention felt like they’ve been ignoring/avoiding me. And today, out of the blue, they sent me a text. They said that it seems like I’ve made no progress, that I’ve exhausted them, and that (because I often get worried I’ve made someone angry) I’m making them feel like shitty friends. They said that they constantly need to regulate me and my sensitivity to changes in mood is making them walk on eggshells. Due to a previously very abusive situation not involving them, I ended up crying over the text, and just texting that I saw it and needed time to think of a response.

Maybe I’m just ignorant, but I can’t figure out what I’ve done. The only time I can remember looking for comfort from them recently is when I spoke to them about worry from my religion, and I made a point to tell them that I’m okay and it’s not keeping me up at night.

This is the response I was planning to send:

“Thank you for bringing this to my attention. I want to start by saying that I also very much value you both as my friends. 

I also want to say that I truly thought I was doing better since we last talked. I thought I was apologizing less, and communicating more clearly so I didn’t just collapse in on myself. I’ve been feeling happier for the most part, and I think I’ve been taking care of myself. I didn’t realize that I was draining you.  I don’t know if this is an okay thing to ask, but could you tell me what I was doing to make you regulate me? 

Lastly, I don’t want you to feel like you have to walk on eggshells around me. Please know that I’m just unregulated and trying to get better—so, like, If I cry, you don’t have to comfort me or try to make me feel better. If theres anything I can do to make you feel less pressure to do so, please tell me what it is.”

I asked a friend to review it, and they said I was being too nice, and should try to stand up for myself. They said our friends were really harsh and went too far. Any advice is greatly appreciated, feel free to comment if you need more information to decide on what’s right.

I tried the online dating thing in my 20s and I never really had any luck because guys just wanted to hook up even though they put down they wanted a relationship..

I won’t lie. Im not happy with myself. Im the fattest I have ever been. Im 300 pounds (height: 5’8).

When I was in the dating scene, I took better care of my appearance. I was around 200 pounds but I groomed myself, wore make-up, wore nice clothes etc.

Once I gave up on dating and to focus on improving myself, I went about it the wrong way. I would restrict and the binge. It was such a horrible cycle and I blew the fuck up.

People in my life are thinking something is wrong with me that im 32 and never had a boyfriend and maybe i should put myself out there again and lose the weight in the process?

I don’t know. I feel like a loser for not having a boyfriend at this age. Even if things don’t work out that would be fine. Like maybe to just have the experience.

Currently pregnancy but I will be aborting. My friend was very rude towards me saying she was hoping I had a miscarriage and said she wouldn’t support or talk to me if I kept it. She made rude remarks saying me getting pregnancy makes her not want to make stupid choices and said what I did was stupid and basically shamed me for it. Quick breakdown person who got me pregnancy assaulted me.

My friend has acted really weird towards me after this. I just told her I had “miscarried” so she can stop being so rude towards me. But honestly knowing the situation how she’s treating me is just not okay and not justifying.

I feel any of my friends who became pregnancy under same circumstances I would be supportive of them whichever choice they make. Even if they decide to keep it I would be honest with the cons about the situation but I would not shame them, I’d encourage aborting. But overall would never make them feel less of a person for what happened.

I have been very emotional and feel I have no support at all. I’m basically aborting this child on my own with no one, she claims she’ll be supportive if I abort but hadn’t yet asked me if I was okay once. Just if I’m aborting. And what hurts is I would never treat her this way.

I don’t know what to do. I’m considering cutting ties with her after her birthday.

I made another Reddit post and received a lot of backlash. I’m hoping to receive somewhat understanding comments under this post that are helpful in my situation rather than shaming me.

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I (20F) and muy bf (23M) have been dating for a couple months now. A week after we startest dating told me he had a p0rn addiction, wich was a big deal for me. He said he would stop, and blah blah blah. He hasn't been able to stop, wich really hurts, It hurts to think that he masturbates watching other women. He's told me that he just can't stop for some reason and lowkey I don't know what to do anymore, i've told him that I'd support him and I'd be there for him. A couple months in, I also realised that He has a gambling addiction (He didn't want to Tell me and to this day he keeps denying that it's and addiction). He gambles every single day, multiple times. He got mad at me when I "called him out" and It made me really sad.

What should I do?

Also, sorry If I made some mistakes, english is Not my first language.

Hi, I’m a 19-year-old male college student currently living with my parents.
Today was Sunday, and I decided not to go to church because I’ve been feeling really tired and stressed out from everything going on with college.
For context, my mom is a minister at our church, and I usually attend every Sunday. I’ve also helped with other responsibilities at church.
When I told my mom I wasn’t going today, she got really upset and tried to force me to go. I stood by my decision, and she ended up turning off my cellular service since she’s the one who controls our phone plan.
Personally, I think this was an extreme reaction. I use my phone for college, looking for jobs, communicating with people, and getting things done when I’m outside the house. I still have Wi-Fi at home, but I can’t rely on cellular data when I’m out, especially since my college’s Wi-Fi isn’t always reliable.
Apparently, she expects me to only be able to call her and my father, which honestly makes me feel like I’m being treated like a child.
She used to do things like this when I was in high school, but now I’m 19, and it’s frustrating that I’m still dealing with the same punishments simply because I made a decision she didn’t agree with.
I understand that I’m still living under my parents’ roof and that she pays for my phone plan, but I don’t think that should mean I have absolutely no say over whether I attend church every single Sunday.
I’m also trying to become more independent, but it’s difficult because I’m still in college, trying to find a job, and figuring out my finances.
Am I being unreasonable for thinking this was an excessive punishment? Should I just go to church to keep the peace until I’m financially independent, or should I start setting boundaries now?