u/mykinkisthis

My best friend was telling me about he and his boyfriend's sex life. Just the current state of it. There isnt a tmi between us. And I never want there to be. But I get so jealous when he goes in detail with what his boyfriend will be doing with him. Im aromantic, not asexual. And ive never had a partner that wasnt a middle school relationship that I agreed to just cause everyone told me romance was normal. I have no interest in a relationship like that

I even almost had a sexual relationship with a friend, then he tried calling my pet names and talking about kissing me and my body. I could tell he was getting a crush and it made me feel so sick and gross that I pulled away completely. (For months I told him i was aromantic and that would be the outcome if anything romantic happened) And to be clear, these are all online relationships with friends ive had for years. In my real life, there isnt a single person I could be sexual with. And I dont want to go to a random person. Theres no girls or boys in my life like that. Its upsetting. I have one aromantic friend and he gets into relationships AND DOES SEXUAL STUFF

Im so jealous. And further affirmation that my life and needs go nowhere. And probably never will. I want sex. I have kinks. I want things.

My 4 month old puppy was sick. My aunt told me it was cause of the heat. Or maybe she had eaten something. I have very bad paranoia. And my family has always hated it. Getting mad when I wouldnt let them do anything even a little risky. I snapped at them when they tried to let the puppy out without her vaccines. But like always the strong armed me and belittled me till she could go out. And at any small sign, even the smallest sign, I'd spiral into thinking she had parvo. I loved that puppy and we had just lost another dog at our old house from smoke inhalation. I was terrified of this dog dying. Well it was time for her 3rd vaccine. She had gotten sick that day. She threw up a few times and we could hear her stomach gurgling. A few days prior we had a party and someone dumped food in a tree. Next day she ate it. Like twice. I stopped letter her out cause I didn't want her to keep eating it.

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Well I got to the vaccine place. And I saw thar corner where it asks if your pet has been experiencing any symptoms. I looked at the vomiting box. And I didnt check it off. I just got so tired of my family getting mad when I get paranoid. And I thought we'd probably be turned away. And my aunt would find out it was cause I checked off the box. And she'd get mad at me for wasting gas and stressing the puppy out with the unnecessary trip. I didnt check it when I shouldve. And when I knew better

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Well we took her home and she kept throwing up. And my aunt tried to soothe me saying that it was expected from the 3rd vaccine. Even tho I wanted to take her to the vet. I went to bed and the next morning my aunt said shes gonna have her sent to the vet. I went to work and when I get out they told me she popped blood. So they took her to another vet to be better treated. Said she perked up. Then she stopped responding. They stabilized her. Then she died. And its my fault I know it is. I killed that puppy that loved me so much. I did that to her. I made her little tummy hurt and I killed her. I let my aunt play how sick she was down and the vets didnt know she was sick and gave her a vaccine that killed her. Why do I get to move on and live when she didnt. Why do I get the right to eat food when she couldn't stomach even her favorite treats. Its literally my fault. One check mark or some more critical thinking mightve saved her life and I wouldnt be at work crying. She'd be home playing with her toys and bugging our older dogs to play. How could I ever live with myself in the future always knowing I killed a fucking puppy.

Even when people tell me like it wasnt my fault or that it happens. What am I supposed to fo with that? How does that help? It is my fault it'll always be my fault. Who cares who you can and cant blame. I knew better and did it. How could I ever live with myself after that. I make myself sick. I dont deserve any amount of understanding cause at the end of the day I just killed a puppy. And not even me hating myself can bring her back. What are you even supposed to do? Live on and know what you did? I make one mistake after years of paranoia and thats it? It happens and I just have to say "oh whoops well certainly ill never stray from my beliefs ever again?"