And here I am: r/girlstoners a place for girls of all ages to talk about many topics where we all have in common 🍁.
I wanted to ask how to set up answers by females only or open to everybody, chosen by OP ? And also how to use bots for automatic answers if someone is violating that rule?
Thanks in advance 🙏🏻
Sono una ragazza e visiterò Alicante a settembre, mi consigliate un social club che non mi faccia spendere un rene e faccia tranquillamente portare via la mia spesa? Viaggio con mia madre quindi non la faccio sicuramente aspettare fuori mentre fumo, e men che meno mi sposterò da sola, quindi meglio se non rompono le palle sul portare fuori.
Altrimenti bo, qualcuno che vive in zona e mi può indirizzare a un plug o vendermi direttamente un ventino per i 3 giorni di vacanza? 🌱🌱🌱🌱 grazieee
Ho appena scoperto il vero significato del termine “Gnecco”, che io ho sempre usato e sentito usare per descrivere una persona dura, arrabbiata, incazzosa. Voi lo usate nel modo giusto?
Ciao a tutti, ho appena visto la pubblicità di Maniva di Luna summer edition e mi chiedevo se qualcuno conoscesse il percorso dato che vorrei farlo con il mio gruppo di amici in solitaria e non per forza con una carovana di gente 🙏🏻 ho visto che si partirebbe dal rifugio e che ci sono vari percorsi di diverse lunghezze, qualcuno c’è mai stato? Grazie mille a chiunque risponderà 🙌🏻
È normale che ci metta così tanto tempo? Guardate le date
Hello everybody, gon' be a longish post.
I (29f) just discovered this thread because yesterday my man (27m) got diagnosed with BPD and depression. I already knew something wasn't right but we couldn't be sure until the psychiatrist confirmed. The thing is, I also cought him cheating, sexting with a female friend that was "like a sister to him", I left home with no notice, after waiting 2 days after his sexting to see if he would confess, but that never came. I left with a letter telling him I found out and how disgusted I was but STILL I knew that wasn't his "real" self when he was chatting her up, it was his old fucked up self that I thought he had grown out of, but came out again after a very tough day for him where he talked about suicide with his therapist, the same day we had a "fight" about how I wanted him to get some help and I was crying and trying to explain myself that I wanted to be there and help him but he had to fight a little to reach my hand, he took that like a lecture and he felt judged and pressed, and I think something broke iside of him, later he had therapy where the his psychologist told him to book an appointment with an affiliated psychiatrist because he was in a very bad mental health condition at the moment, and needed prescription drugs. He then came home and proceeded to stay on his phone chatting her up and then sexting until 2am, then fell asleep hiding his phone under the pillow, something he never does, of course he was acting strange and suspicious and my fifth and a half sense was tingling, I took his phone and found out the ugly, world-shattering truth. My world crumbled under my feet, I wasn't even realizing it, I refused to believe that was all true but it was. I had 2 days crying in silence next to him, trying to fake a normal behaviour while inside of me I was burning and screaming in agony for the way that all happened behind my back, how I put my trust in him after being betrayed by my last partner, how I was the one asking him to let me meet his friend so I could realize there was nothing but friendship, and that's what I was sure of until I read all that delusional icky disgusting mess. When I left on monday I told him I was with a friend but I left with a few clothes and a few belongings because in my heart I KNEW it was a shitty choping mechanism of him and refused to believe he did that on purpose or that he had real feelings for her but just, as I said, a history of sick attachment and trauma bonding with her. So I did believe in a second chance and I still do in my heart, I can't make myself hate him. I can't make myself love him less, I can't make peace with the fact that the love of my life did something like that to me with someone I met and also trusted. Oh, she is also in a relationship that she described as vital and "a bet with herself", she described the guy as the one and the love of her life whom she couldn't live without, so, I told the guy of course, 'cause I wish someone would have told me. The guy believed me, he saw some screenshots and we were discussing, we're still waiting for his appointment tonight where she will show him all the chats, but today, the bitch spoke to my man of course and now he's playing the victim 'cause I told the other guy, and he exploded again on me telling me I did it just so the guy could tell her to stop talking (like I asked him, DUH, first logical thing to do after you cheat on someone) and make a mess in their friendship. I told him that he would have done the same if I was the one that cheated and he was the dumb ass being cheated on with someone you should't worry about, he denied of course but bruh I know my chickens. I just dodged his accusations and he told me that he had no more intentions on talking about us and trying again and come collect my things. I said fine, at least if you won't talk I won't have someone talking over me in aggressive manners and so I could finally tell him everything I felt, since I had nothing else to lose after losing the love of my life, my home with him, my trust and my life as I knew it for the last 3 years together, in a totally helpless and calm voice. He playied the victim telling me that if he was always like that I had one more reason not to give him another chance, to which I simply answered "see you tomorrow". Now I'm just smoking my feelings away, crying, asking the universe to make him calm down for tomorrow night where I'll be meeting him in person to talk this shit through. I hope once he starts his drugs (lithium and something else he didn't remember) he will feel better, and understand that all of that was caused by some kind of psychosis and realize the mess he has done, spitting on 4 years with someone that spilled her blood for him, believed in the future he talked about, believed the home in the woods we would have built together, the farm animals we wanted to adopt and every single fuckin day spent together loving and being there for eachother. I know that man is still there, somewhere deep inside, suffocated by his BPD and depression. I just wish that he started therapy sooner so maybe we wouldn't end up in this mess. I feel helpless and broken, I don't want to go back to my mom's home and start again, I don't want to collect all the belongings that I already brought where I was hoping to stay forever. I simply don't.
That sucks, and I don't even know why I'm writing this, just to vent maybe or listen to other people in my situation. THANK YOU for reading all of that, sorry for errors.