u/Chloecloverleaf

20F, diagnosed.

I’m in a really bad living situation, my boyfriend and I can’t afford to move out on our own either. We live with my grandma, and my uncle (her son), and her son is extremely abusive to all of us.

I snapped yesterday on my abusive uncle, and had a screaming match with him. My grandma was angry with me for starting it (which I did, I was already having an issue since I found out I can’t schedule my drive test for the next 6+ months due to our DMV being booked out). I was trying to vent to my grandma about it, and she got really mad with me for raising my voice since I was upset, and I told her that it was unfair that I’m just venting to her and not yelling at her, but she allows my uncle to sit there and scream at her all day with 0 repercussion.

This pissed him off and started the screaming match.

My boyfriend came out of our room and was trying to defuse the situation, but I bolted out of the house and down the street where my boyfriend caught up to me and stopped me.

After calming me down, we went back to the house and I tried to apologize to my grandma, but she was extremely angry with me and started yelling at me, which set me off again, but this time the only thing on my mind was death.

I started trying to run off again, but my boyfriend instantly clocked what I was trying to go do, and he grabbed me and put me into a tight hug to hold me and stop me from running off. I was in such a bad state of mind, I started swinging on him and hitting him repeatedly in the face.

He is a hell of a lot bigger than me, and was obviously tanking my hits, but I still left a small cut and bruise on his cheek, and a bruise on his jaw.

After about 15 minutes of calming me down, I finally came out of it and was apologizing to him for what I did, and he told me that he wasn’t upset with me, and that he was sorry for continuing to hold me when I was telling him to let go. I told him I didn’t blame him and that it was a good thing he didn’t let go sooner than later.

It’s now the next night, he’s still not upset about it at all, he’s healed up, it’s just tender to the touch and the small cut scabbed over. I still feel terrible about it and I just cannot forgive myself.

He keeps sincerely telling me that he is okay, he’s not upset with me and he didn’t take it personal, and he still loves me just the same, but I just can’t fathom it. I’m a domestic violence survivor, and I can’t believe I was capable of putting my hands on my partner like that.

It wasnt me taking it out on him, I was just trying to get away so I could go somewhere to die. I was not thinking straight at all. I just cannot forgive myself, or feel like I need to forgive myself.

My dad was my great grandpa. He was a step grandpa, but he was my dad. I was raised by my great grandparents since I was 3, and my grandpa was really the one doing all of the work. I was his pride and joy.

Today, he would have been 83. I just moved back home with my grandma, since she’s 84 and needing some assistance, and I’m now really feeling how bad I miss him.

This house isn’t the same without him. It’s not calm and collected anymore, my grandmas son lives here too and he abuses the hell out of us. I know for a fact if my gramps was still around, he would NOT have stood for this, and not allowed it to happen in the first place.

I really wish my boyfriend could have met him, I know they would have gotten along so well. That’s one thing that weighs on me so hard.

My boyfriend lives here with us too, he’s extra help around the house and with the yard work, my family absolutely adores him and considers him part of the family even though we’re just barely closing in on 3 years together.

I wish my gramp could see how far I’ve come, and that I made it through school and graduated with a 3.86GPA. He would be so proud of me because I used to consistently fail in school.

I just miss him so much, and I just really need a dad to be able to just talk about how well I’ve been doing, and how good my boyfriend is to me, and my grandma, and my mom.

I do have my biological father in my life now as an adult, but he’s just not the same. He’s not fatherly, and all he has ever done is degrade me. I reconnected with him when I was a young teen, I thought he was great, and after my grandpa died I spiraled so hard and I ended up moving in with him after my grandma let a different uncle of mine move in.

My “dad” was just so emotionally and psychologically abusive, that I just forced my life to be school. I was only happy at school anymore which was a huge difference to what I was used to, home used to be my happy place. I had almost no social life from ages 15 and still at 20. I barely have any friends, and the ones I do have, live states away now. My only friend around me is my boyfriend, and I’m very grateful for that, but I wish I had my friends.

I would ask my mom for support, but I’m more of a mother to her than a daughter. I love her, but she’s very mentally unwell and it’s just such a large responsibility on me.

I don’t mind caring for my grandma, I was a caregiver for a year for my first job and I loved it. Now I’m working a shitty minimum wage retail job, which sucks, but money is money.

I’m about to sign up for college since I do have 5 credits available, do my fafsa myself, and get going on a career. Long term, I wanna work in a Veterinary clinic and that’s what I’m going for in college. I have some experience already by taking a Vet assistant class in my senior year, which was actually the class which got me the credits for college!

But overall, I’m just feeling very down and stressed, and I just need a dad to tell me it’s gonna be okay, and maybe some guidance on things here. Just some simple life advice, just anything fatherly really. I’ve really missed having a father figure.

Hello! I’m looking for a subreddit to post happy moments, cute stories, and just whatever gushy stuff to talk about in relationships! I’d love to hear about other people’s happy relationships, and share some stories from mine!!

I’ve tried searching keywords, or specific sentences to see if a similar topic pops up, and I just can’t seem to find anything!!

We each have one, but sometimes I get a little tired of my flavor and want something new, so when he’s asleep I’ll be puffing off of his until I also go to bed.

It’s all good tho cause we pay for each others, he buys mine and I buy his lol. We do switch between us once in a while too, some days he’ll just ask to switch for the day, or I will. So it’s all good, I’m not stealing from him lol. Even if I was in this case, he genuinely wouldn’t care in the slightest.

But I thought this was a silly little confession, and I hope it belongs!!

Oh my god. So a bit ago, I was having an online argument with someone random, and the topic was about a person who posted saying she felt insecure because her boyfriend was jerking off to gay porn.

I commented and said it’s totally okay that she’s upset with it because that’s a boundary of hers, and if he doesn’t respect it, she can break the relationship off if it bothers her so bad.

Well, someone replied saying “no, you can’t control other people’s masturbation”. So I responded saying something like “well duh, you can’t control other people’s masturbation, but you can absolutely voice your concerns and how it makes you feel. Disrespecting your partner isn’t cool”

This person straight up responded “no, people have bodily autonomy and are allowed to do what they want with their own masturbation” and I was like “you can masturbate without looking at OTHER people? You don’t NEED to have porn to get off, and if you do, you’re just plain addicted.”

There was a lot more back and forth than that, but that’s the gist of the conversation.

Let me get this straight quickly though, I support individual sex workers, not companies (like Pornhub, especially them.). I don’t think porn is necessarily bad as long as you’re paying for it, consuming responsibly, and not watching anything illegal/borderline illegal.

Why isn’t such a crazy concept to some people that asking your partner to not do something out of the comfort and respect of yourself and relationship, is something wrong to do?

I’m 20F, and I have great hygiene, I haven’t been anywhere odd that could have cut me, and I never felt an initial cut either.

But ever since I was able to grow pubic hair, I’ve noticed that my labia/clitoral hood tend to get really sore. When I shave, the soreness is gone within a day or two. I’ve never thought to look before, but today I did and I took a picture. I’m gonna be honest, I wish I never did cause now I’m freaking out. I think I can even see scarring from where it has happened before too?!

It’s so deep?? It stings like a bitch, and I’m fresh out of the shower which really stung.

I’m assuming this might be due to my anatomy? My labia minora and clitoris are significantly larger than my labia majora, which means my hair rubs against it constantly.

Does anyone know what’s going on?? How can I fix this without labiaplasty? Should I just eventually save up for laser hair removal? What do I do??

I know this community is 420 friendly, and I’d like to say before I start that I am currently not under the influence as I’m writing this post.

I was however getting ready to, and I decided to treat myself earlier this week by getting my nails done, and I took a picture of me struggling to pick up my weed, and posted it being like “anyone else struggle with long nails?”

The only comments that were made before I deleted it just minutes after posting was “Ick.” And “🤢”.

Now I’m literally feeling so stupid and disgusting, and I took my nails off which is a waste of my money. I keep my nails CLEAN, I’m very much a clean freak and hate germs, and I know that fake nails can harbor them which is why I take extra care.

I didn’t think it was gross, but I guess other people think so and I just deleted it instead of arguing or allowing more comments to pile up. Im feeling horrible about it and judged for something quite normal, I think?

Am I genuinely gross? Just, wtf.

I’m 20F, CPR certified a little over a year and a half ago, and I never thought I would have to use CPR on my own mother.

After I got off of work, my boyfriend and I went to go drop off something we borrowed from my mom’s. We decided to hang out for a bit, and she asked us for help getting some wood logs out of a pile outside into her wheel barrow so she could burn some old papers and what not. It was about 8pm, and my boyfriend was holding the wheel barrow while I kinda just stood and watched. She got quite a few pieces thrown in before accidentally disturbing a hornet/yellow jacket nest. She was stung 3 times, ran away from the pile as did my boyfriend and I. My boyfriend is very allergic to any type of bee/wasp, but my mom wasnt.

We go back into her house, and she’s looking at her lip in the mirror, where she was stung twice. She had one more on her inner upper arm, close to the bend of the elbow. Her lip started to swell up as expected, and she put ice on it. She started complaining that her toes were burning and we assumed maybe a couple of fire ants got her too, since there is a large hill of them in the area where the wood was.

I had to use the bathroom, and I was only in there for maybe 5 minutes. When I come out, my boyfriend is barreling down the hallway at me, and says “we need to take her to the hospital, like right now” and I go running into the living room, her entire face and neck is so swollen, she can barely see. I grab my purse and he’s helping her out the door, but she totally collapses down the stairs on her hands and knees. I run to start my car, and I see my boyfriend trying to help her up and get her to the car, but she collapses only halfway up from the ground, and then crawls out onto the lawn.

I then turn my car off, run back to her as start to call 911, there was so way I could make it to the hospital in time. She started struggling to breathe, and I gave dispatch her information, where we are, and that it’s in an odd area so my boyfriend would be standing near the road and help medics make their way in.

My mom starts foaming at the mouth, and I tell dispatch and she tells me to put her in recovery position, which luckily I am lightly trained for an event like this and was able to remain calm. I got her on her left side, right leg crossed over, left arm as a pillow, and raised her right arm above her head.

My mom was crying, and panicking but I kept telling her to breathe in through her nose, out through her mouth. I even breathed with her to help guide her breaths, and I kept kindly telling her “it’s okay, I know what you’re feeling, don’t talk, save your breath and breathe”.

Dispatch told me I was doing great and that medics were near, and that’s when my mom stopped breathing completely. I told dispatch, and she told me to check for a pulse. I felt her neck, but it was too swollen. I felt her wrist, nothing. I put my ear to her back, total silence. I told dispatch I couldn’t find any pulse, no noise in her body and that’s when I was instructed to start CPR.

I was so scared, I’m 5ft1, and weigh 105 lbs, and no one else was around to be able to take over if I got tired. I stayed calm, rolled her onto her back and lifted her shirt up, putting my hands on her chest. My body just automatically found the perfect position to use all of my weight, and I began compressions.

I got to about 15 in, and she opened her eyes, but still couldn’t take a breath. Dispatch told me to keep going until she takes a breath, or I have to breathe for her. I kept going, and she was making no sound, but was weakly trying to push me off of her, and that’s when I felt a small crack.

I told her calmly “momma, I’m sorry but I’m helping you, okay? Keep your arms down please, let me help you” and I swear she just looked me in the eyes and dropped her arms back, letting me continue until she finally took a large breath at 25 compressions.

I stopped, and rolled her back into recovery position while she choked up mucus, and finally I could hear the sirens.

My boyfriend comes sprinting back following a police car, and 4 officers jump out and come to me and my mom, I quickly tell them what happened and that I administered CPR just a minute before they arrived. The medic finally pulled in, and dispatch & I disconnected. The cops picked her up by her arms and legs and carried her all the way to the stretcher that the medics were running to us with.

The neighbors started coming out, and I was in such a state that I got angry and yelled at them to go back inside and mind their own, though I quickly apologized, and they luckily understood and had no hard feelings. She was loaded in the ambulance and they hit her with her first dose of Epi, and I started to get dizzy as it all finally hit me. My boyfriend, and my mom’s closest neighbor come over to me and help me sit down, I tell my boyfriend that I had to do CPR and he started crying, we just sat there for a minute.

They took her to the hospital, and I locked up her house, gave myself 20 minutes to stop shaking so hard so I could drive, and then we went to the hospital.

We waited close to 2 hours until we could go in, and she’s intubated, restrained at the wrists, and completely knocked out from all the drips. Her oxygen and heart rate was perfect, she was stable but still very swollen.

It’s now 5am, I haven’t slept. I’m going to try to sleep soon. The hospital said that they won’t take the tube out until the swelling is gone completely, and they’d like me to be there when they remove it to keep her calm. They estimate she could be out by this afternoon/evening, but most likely to be the next day. They also are going to be sending her home with Epi pens.

I’m so shaken up, but I’m really proud of myself for staying calm, and doing CPR well enough that I saved my mom. I’m grateful as hell for the absolute heroes that doctors and nurses are, and scientists/engineers for creating the equipment to save lives.

I’m a new employee, and this is my first retail job. I’m really upset with the DM and corporate for sitting and watching the cameras, calling and yelling at us all day.

We can’t stock shelves if a customer is in, we can’t sit except for our break, can’t stand behind the counter for more than 2 minutes, can’t be too attentive with a customer, have to front face items all day even if there are none to front face since it’s already been done over 10+ times.

I’m struggling to find work in my small town, but being bullet by corporate for a $220 check doesn’t seem worth it imo.

Im 20F and I’ve been in relationships, but I’d consider my current my most serious relationship. All of my exes, except for one, hated if I said their name. They only liked being called pet names, and this also applies to my now boyfriend.

We’ve been together for almost 3 years, but he says it’s “awkward” when I say his name, or when he says mine. He only calls me by “my love” “baby” “my girl” stuff like that. He never EVER says my name, unless hes introducing me to someone, or talking about me to someone.

I personally like to say his name, but I don’t cause he doesn’t like it. I’d also love to say his name during sex, and I did once accidentally because I just wasn’t thinking right lol, but he didn’t like it and just kindly asked me not to do that again.

Is there a reason why the guys I’ve been with don’t like their name being said? I personally like saying theirs, or them saying mine, it feels personal and endearing to me.

(Before I start this I’m saying this now, I will not reply to any comment or DM asking for my seller page, you will also not find a link or anything on this page. this post is nothing about that, and it’s a serious, and genuine question.)

I had my first self harm relapse as an adult, just a couple of days ago. I’m an adult content creator, (please don’t judge, I’m in a bad financial spot) and my question is: should I avoid making content until my SH is healed? I don’t plan on fetishizing it at all, that’s disgusting, but it is just a part of my body at the moment, and is going to scar like the rest on my body.

My mind is telling me to wait until they’re healed, but I’ve also seen many other creators with recent SH visible, but it’s not the highlight of the image, and no one in the comments says anything about it. I’m not sure what the moral standpoint on this is. Any response helps!