u/DueLead666

There's one particular bar in Hackney Wick that's just a large empty grey bare room and it makes me rage. Pints are daylight robbery as well

I know realistically nobody cares and I'll just get told the stop watching but I've gotta voice my opinion somewhere. I've been watching Baddies since the beginning and recently its started feeling a bit...gross? Icky? Dark?

With this new notion of "if you're not fighting you shouldn't be on Baddies/Bad Boys" and "ducking fades", it's getting dangerous. I swear in earlier seasons if a girl said she didn't want to fight then that was respected? It's all just giving weird and badminded now.

Add to that the fact that there's allegedly knives and guns and definitely mace and tasers? Its just a bit much.

Seeing Natalie and Janeisha and Saucy Santana sit up there and revel in all the chaos and violence is just gross to me. Instigating and encouraging the girls to go round after round? Idk man this isnt the show i started watching. Zeus might lose me.

When I was a kid I could not be near mayonnaise, it absolutely disgusted me but now I absolutely love coleslaw and potato salad!

Also only just came around to guacamole at the grand old age of 29

I always aim to watch a horror film every day of October because I love Halloween. Unfortunately I'm pretty swamped at work currently so I'm looking for some horror short film suggestions please! 🎃👻

Preferably looking for a runtime of less than 40 minutes 🧡💜🖤

I used to work at a fancy brunch spot when I was at uni. I was working the last day of my notice and could not wait to get away from that place. The last customer I was serving asked for a pot of mustard for his full English so off I went to the walk in fridge armed with the tiniest little ramekin to ever exist. The mustard came in a huge 5L plastic jug. Predictably, when I tried to decant the mustard into the tiny ramekin I dropped the jug and poured mustard literally fucking everywhere. All over trays and trays of cakes and loaves of bread that were defrosting, all over fruit and vegetables, everywhere and everything was spattered with mustard, including me. I looked at my watch and there was only 4 minutes left of my shift. I scraped the mustard off myself, brought the pot of mustard to the customer and just left. Never looked back.

My "first love" and I broke up around 11 years ago after being together for 4 years and I've caught myself thinking of him quite a lot in those 11 years. We've both moved on, no contact whatsoever for the last 10 years or so.

Am I just super pathetic? I have heard others say they never truly got over their first love and I'm wondering if that's gonna be me

I was in an abusive relationship from the age of 19 til I was 24. In those 5 years he financially, physically, emotionally, socially, verbally and sexually abused me. I'm now 30. In the 6 years I've been away from my abusive ex I've tried to date again and I've been in a relationship for 3 years.

The major issue is, nobody has ever made me feel as loved as my abusive ex did. I feel like I've been brainwashed in some way to correlate the abuse with passion and love. My current partner is a great guy, but I feel so unloved as he's so calm and respectful and relaxed. I find that I take this as him not caring about me like my ex did, which is absolutely ridiculous. It's so hard because I catch myself pining for the drama and the excitement of my ex as it constantly felt like we were displaying how much we loved eachother? I can't even really explain it, it's so confusing.

Does anyone else feel like this? Does it get better? I can't spend my whole life missing a man who tried to murder me, right?

I've worked in care and care adjacent roles for almost 10 years and although I love it, I find people can react a bit weirdly when they find out what I do.

The majority of my colleagues and I have degrees. We all work so hard. I specialise in complex learning disability support which is quite a lot of pressure as it combines behavioural and medical care.

There's like an odd mix of pity and almost shame for me when I tell people what i do. I even had a man break off our relationship because he was embarrassed telling other people my job title (he had a well paying role in the NHS).

What do you think of care workers? Do you see it as a skilled profession?

I always wonder whether people think in their native language or the language they've learnt and are using at the time.

I'm British and consider myself almost fluent in English, I have literally no grasp on any other language and find it so impressive when people can speak other languages

My boyfriend and I are in our 30s, been together nearly 5 years. The majority of his friends are married or in relationships with women. Every single day I look over at my boyfriend and hes on his phone looking at an insta baddie with a big fat lovely bum (i was not blessed in this department) that his friends have sent him on their group chat while they discuss how attractive the woman is.

I've raised the issue with him, said how insecure it makes me feel and that I consider it disrespectful to me and our relationship. He says its harmless, its just looking and its not a problem. Its a major problem for me.

Would I be being petty if I left over this? Should I make his friends wives and girlfriends aware that their partner is lusting over women on Instagram?

Something I've come to accept about myself is i need "real dinner" every night. My mum and my partner are very much happy with a bowl of cereal, toast or a sandwich for dinner and it blows my mind. My dad and I appreciate a proper dinner.

I don't need a massive roast dinner every night, but I need a meal. For example, a lone sandwich is not good enough. However, a nice sandwich, crisps and a little salad is acceptable.

My mum and partner are convinced people like me and my dad are over the top, I think giving yourself 2 slices of toast for your evening meal is a travesty. What do you think?

PS. if I want a nice dinner and my partner doesn't, I cook for myself and he enjoys a measly bowl of cereal, I don't make him cook for me!

When I was younger I saw so many little red cartoon devil tattoos and I always think of them as really English, bonus points if the cute little devil was pissing on a spurs shirt or something like that

My incredibly posh boss sometimes wears a cravat and I find it so so entertaining, is there anything else?

At the beginning of our relationship my partner and I seemed to really match up on life goals. We both wanted kids, a place of our own and marriage. We went as far as looking at baby names, engagement rings, wedding venues, different places we could live and what areas we could afford.

I moved into his parents house under the conditions that we'd both save up for 6-12 months, then move out into our own place and start our lives. At the end of those 6 months, he went off sick long term at work. At the end of the 12 months, he quit his job. I've now lived with him and his parents for two and a half years and he has been unemployed for 14 months.

Whenever I bring up the fact that we were supposed to be doing all these things and we're just not now, he gets super defensive. I've found him jobs, he doesn't apply. He even got offered a job and declined it. He's so comfortable at home, being unemployed and doing nothing while I work 50 hour weeks. He's told me he doesn't really want to ever move out of his home now as he feels it'd be too much pressure.

I'm getting resentful and I feel like my life is on hold waiting for him to do something with his. We're both in our 30s and we've known eachother for about 10 years so this recent attitude has been a bit of a shock.

I absolutely adore this man. When I disregard the unemployment and the lack of drive, he's an amazing guy. I feel like I know what I have to do, I just don't want to I guess. Has anyone been in a similar position and can give me some advice on how to motivate him to do something?

I'm a woman who doesn't care about football at all. I've been raised in a football watching household and have a partner who is absolutely obsessed. We can't go out at certain times because he has to be home watching the match and if I do manage to get him out of the house on a match day he's not present at all and constantly checks his phone for updates. Then it's the football podcasts, the groupchats for discussing football, the post match analysis, it's impossible to avoid.

I feel like so much of my life revolves around this sport that I couldn't care less about. I don't understand the whole "WE did it" thing when a team wins, because YOU didn't do anything as a fan, did you? I don't understand the rage and sorrow that comes with losing or an unfair decision, nor the joy that comes with a win. I know I'm probably about to receive a fair amount of heat for my opinion but I just had to vent a little bit. I just want it to all go away if I'm honest. Curious to hear others opinions!

My boyfriend of 3 years recently told me that football is the most important thing in his life and I will never be able to compare. He added that he cares about football more than anything in his life, including his parents. We're both in our 30s.

I was devastated by this. I kinda feel like if he had to choose between saving my life and his team winning the league, I'd die. He's saying I'm overreacting and loads of men feel like this. Is that true?

I have 45+ tattoos and very rarely has the tattoo artist posted a picture of my tattoos on their story or as a grid post. It's weird because the artists always say they are happy with their work, so why not post it?

It's happened far too often for it to be a coincidence and the only reason I can come up with is they don't want to showcase their tattoos on my bigger body. I'm really happy with how I look and my weight. I'm strong and fit and I've decorated myself with really cool pieces! I just don't get it🤷🏽‍♀️

Has anyone else found their tattoos don't get posted? What's been your experience of getting tattooed as a plus size person?