I saw this question posted on Facebook. Majority of the people said they miss the time they had with their spouse when it was just the two of them.
But what do you miss the most pre-children?
Within the last 5-8 years I have seen a huge explosion of pickleball courts all of the city I live in and other cities when I travel. At my job, we’re always having people that come in that pay pickleball either professionally or on local teams.
My building also just sent out an email saying that we’re going to be getting pickleball courts built?
Why is this sport becoming so incredibly common?
I am just now coming to the conclusion that I have maladaptive daydreaming. I am 27f but since I was about 13 I have completely altered the way I see myself in my brain. Growing up, I was extremely bullied both inside the home and out. The biggest things that they used to speak about were my looks. To the point where my self esteem was completely non-existent. The way that I used to deal with it was going for a run (for 3-4 hours) and completely blasting music in my headphones. This would allow me to escape into an alternate reality.
I am black with short afro hair and small brown eyes with a big nose and a chubby face. In my head, I am light skin with green eyes and long curly hair who is skinny. I didn’t realize how much I convinced myself that I looked like this in my head when in reality it is not true.
I have convinced myself so much to the point, I cannot take photos of myself/ record myself/ or look in the mirror because it’s a slap in the face that I actually am the total OPPOSITE of what I imagine myself to be. Because of this, I have absolutely no photos and videos of myself. And I cannot even look at my own reflection without ruining my day or getting triggered into an episode of extreme sadness.
How do I get through this? I have absolutely no idea where to begin.
I am 27f and around a year and a half ago, I went through a really hard time. I will save you the long speech but just know that I’m just happy that I’m at least still alive now. January of 2025, I decided to go on a health journey. My starting weight was 245 lbs and I am now 199 lbs. (I’m about 5’5 tall)
Now I know that I still have a long way to go. But I am just so tired of being called fat and big. It seems like everyone around me will not stop calling me this. It first started off with my grandmother, then my mom told me, then two of my friends told me. (This was last year) Last year is where I lost the bulk of my weight (around 40 lbs) and it seems like no one has noticed.
Around a week ago, I excitedly called my mom to tell her that I finally made it under 200 lbs. and she just replied with “mmm, I mean you still have to lose more”. Tbh that crushed me because I was so proud and excited.
Then on top of that, I decided to take swimming lessons and pretty much every single swimming lesson my swim instructor is saying that I am so big I can’t sink. He constantly reminds me that I shouldn’t have a phobia of the water because I am just so big.
Today really did it for me. It’s Father’s Day and a family friend was coming to celebrate with us. I told him the name of the restaurant we chose and he was like “why is the food so healthy”?” I told him that it would be good for me since I’m trying to lose weight. And then he replied “you should’ve been lost weight, you need to lose a lot more”. Tbh that really just ruined my appetite.
I just feel so defeated. Yes I know that I’m big af. But I am trying my absolute hardest here. I still have to manage to work, go to school, exercise, and eat healthy. It would help if everyone in my corner wasn’t calling me fat or big every single chance that they get.
I’m 27 and around a week ago, I met a guy at the gym while I was training calisthenics. He came up to me and asked me what I was training for. I told him that I was in training to be a pole instructor. From there we hit it off and he asked me for my number. We talked everyday on the phone and texting for a week. This past Tuesday he asked me to go out on a date today and I excitedly agreed.
The plan for the date was that we were going to have a picnic in the park. Something that he chose…
Today was the date. I told him that I had a blanket and basket and paint so he would just have to bring drinks etc. When he texted me that he was here, I got the items and put it all in the picnic basket. As I was walking out to his car I was visibly struggling to carry all the items. He pulled up in his car and proceeded to just stare at me from his window. I was waiting for him to get out the car and greet me but he didn’t. I had to tap on his back window just so he could unlock the back door for me to put the picnic basket and items in. After that I walked over the passenger seat.
When I got in the car, the first thing out of his mouth was “I just love how thick you are”. I said thank you awkwardly. As we were driving to the picnic spot, he kept trying to pull up my dress. He claimed that he wanted to “see the birthmark on my thigh”. I told him to stop and he just rolled his eyes and gave me a dirty look.
When we finally got to the picnic stop, I asked him if he could get the items out the back. He rolled his eyes and complained about having to carry it. The picnic spot was about a two minute walk from where we parked, and he complained the WHOLE time about carrying the basket. Mind you, I was also carrying things.
When we made it to the picnic spot, he looked at my heels and said “idk why you’re wearing heels. Idk who you’re trying to impress”. I just said “I like them”. And then proceeded to fan out the blanket. The whole first 20 minutes he just sat there and stared at me and didn’t want to paint at all. When he did say something, he just kept making comments about my body being thick and also how he wants to see me dance on a pole for him.
After being there for about 30 minutes, we went to a coffee shop next door to get some food. I ordered a chicken sand which… that’s it. I didn’t get a side. When it came time to pay, he asked me if he had to pay for my sandwhich and I just looked at him in shock. The sandwich wasn’t even $6. When we went back to the picnic spot to eat, I had two bites of my food before he said “you’re not full yet. That’s a big sandwhich for you to eat….” I told him that i was going to eat as much of it as I want. When we finished the food, he kept begging and asking me to come over to my apartment after we’re done. I told him no and then he attempted to try and pull up my dress again. I slapped his hand away, packed my things and left.
Just your daily reminder to not ever continue a date after the first red flag.
I went to the ufc fight event this weekend and met this guy that was in town. We hit it off and then he asked me for my number. When I went home, he kept texting me and asking me to hang out but I had fallen asleep.
The next day I woke up and apologized since I didn’t see the messages. He then decided to text me this…
I am 27f and live on my own. Over the course of having my apartment for four years, the rent went from $1300 to now paying $1850.
All of last year I was working as a professor. I had enough money to save and also pay my bills. But in the month of December, I was told that they were not going to renew my contract due to a tremendous decrease in student enrollment.
I immediately found a job but due to a giant winter storm on the east coast, I couldn’t start my new job until late January- early February. With this new job, they also could only offer me part time hours. I wasn’t even making enough to cover my rent. (Let alone insurance, tuition, etc.)
I had enough money saved so that I could at least pay my rent and other bills for two months. But that only lasted me until about March. I am now just getting another job but I literally only make enough to pay my rent, insurance, and medical bills…
I am literally just staying above water. I have gone to so many food banks and relied on food from my job, just to have groceries.
I spoke to my mom and dad to see if I could move back in with them. But literally they said no. They said they don’t have the space for me. I am one out of five kids, and three live with them and have never even moved out. (My second to oldest brother is married and lives out the state)
I can’t help but feel sad because even though I know they don’t have the space, it’s just annoying that they won’t even try. I have three other siblings that are older than me who have literally never moved out. But when I ask to even sleep on the couch, they refuse. I’m not saying to kick my siblings out, but I’m the only one who is actively trying to support myself and they just won’t even try to work with me to let me sleep on the sofa until I can save a little more.
I am trying to get a second job to help me at least save $50 a month because I literally have $0 to my name. But this is just so defeating. Between rent and bills, idk how I’m going to be able to get ahead.
I keep on telling myself that when I finish grad school, I’ll get a better paying job and it’ll be easier. But it’s so hard to see that light at the end of the tunnel.
Anyway, if you live with your parents, please count your blessings and be grateful. Because it is just so hard out here for some of us.
This post is going to be long but I will try to make it as clear as possible. I want to also preface with saying that I love my mom more than anything. However, she does have a history of infidelity (she doesn’t know that I know though).
So I am 27f and have an old fwb who is 28m. We met a little over a year ago. When we first met, we slept together on the first night (please don’t judge) and from there we slept with each other for about 6 months. After knowing him for about 7 months, the relationship between him and I changed. We began to grow really close. Since we were building a friendship, the sex stopped and all we were, were just friends. We haven’t slept with each other since.
Last year in September, I invited him to come to church with me since he was trying to find a church. When he came to church, he met my mom and my dad.
My mom is 50 and my dad is 53. (They’ve been married for over 30 years) When my mom met him, I noticed how she instantly hit it off with him. Within a week of meeting him, she started meal prepping for him, buying him gifts for him and his daughter, texting each other non stop etc. One day, my old fwb even went as far as buying my mom flowers and gifts as well.
I noticed that every single time that I’m with my mom, she is constantly speaking about him and gets all bubbly as if she was a teen. She’s constantly talking about all the things that he tells her. My old fwb also constantly makes comments about how my father is a lucky man etc.
Every single time we’re out, she’s constantly buying him things and texting him. She’s also just CONSTANTLY bringing him up in conversation. She also brags about how good a man he is.
This one time I mentioned how he bought me a present for my birthday and she snapped at me and said “THAT IS NOT YOUR MAN! HE DOESN’T OWE YOU PRESENTS FOR YOUR BIRTHDAY”!
On Mother’s Day he also took my mom out for dinner.
It doesn’t bother me if my old fwb wants other women because my mom is right. He’s not my man and tbh idc if he dates anyone else. (He’s dated people even when we slept together and I never cared). But it does make me feel deeply uncomfortable the relationship he has with my mom. My mother also is a man pleaser and has a history of cheating on my father.
This whole thing is making me just so deeply uncomfortable.
Should I talk to her about this or should I just let it go? Am I wrong for feeling this way?
I’m 27f and am so sick and tired of doing the same thing over again and living in the same place. I just want to move and I want a fresh start with life.
Has anyone ever did this? How did it turn out for you?
I’m 27 and I feel like I’m stuck in this weird place in my life where I’m not progressing. I just work and pay bills. I can’t travel because it’s just too expensive. Tbh the only thing that I have going for me is the fact that I’m in grad school.
I went to college out of state and then moved back to my home town (which is a huge major city) around four years ago. I would say since about 2024-2025, I’ve had this deep urge to move. If I’m being honest, I don’t really have anything else happening other than school. Part of me just wants to drop out and leave but I’m so close to finishing (about a year) I don’t want to do that.
I guess I’m just so unhappy about where my life is at and where I live. I want something different so bad. But circumstances just keep me here.
Has anyone spontaneously moved in their life? How did that work out for you?
Hello! I am 27f and I am a brown/ dark skin black woman. I have acne scars on my face. I am looking to get micro needling done. However, I want to know if it’ll help with acne scars on the face specifically?