my husband doesn’t like deodorant. claims it’s not natural and isn’t open to alternatives. he showers everyday but sometimes is stinky mid day. he’s always been this way but he’s stinkier lately and it actually really makes me sad
dinner: oreo ice cream sandwich😋
I (19f) met my friends cousin (28m) on a night out drinking. We all got quite drunk and one thing led to another and we made out… a lot. Forward to the next day and he ask my friend for my number and we start texting. Pretty shortly after we meet up and spend the day together. We’ve met up a few times now and it’s always been fun but, like the title says, i just can’t get over the age gap.
I’m 19 (turning 20 this year), i’m dropping out of college and starting an apprenticeship this september. I’m insecure, struggle with acne, all things typically 19. Hes 28, has a stable job, has an apartment, car,… is basically a fully established adult. It just feels like we’re on different levels in life, because well, we are!
My parents know there’s “a guy” and that he’s my friends cousin but they don’t know his age. I haven’t even really told my friends about him because I can’t get over the fact that he’s 8 years older than me. I’m usually very open and not one to keep secrets from my family and friends but this just feels like something i can’t talk about because it will raise eyebrows, rightfully so.
When I talk to him about it, that I can’t get over the age difference he always says that we always “think too much” and that there are “bigger things to worry about”. “It doesn’t have to be weird if we don’t make it weird”. Maybe I am being too rational about this but I just know, if I saw a 19 year old dating a 28 year old, I would be extremely weirded out.
Deep down I know I can’t confidently say “look this is the guy i’m seeing and he’s 28”. That’s not fair to me nor to him. He should have someone who isn’t going to be embarrassed to have him as a boyfriend. Also, if i’m being honest with myself, I don’t even really want a boyfriend no matter the age or whatever. I still feel like a child and want to live life and get to know myself and explore who and what I am. He’s already been through this phase. He tells me he hast been this “emotionally open” with someone in a long time which makes me feel bad for thinking of leaving him. In my gut I just know that I can’t and won’t start a real, official relationship with him because just no.
I guess I already answered for myself that I’m going to end this relationship. Now i’m asking for advice I suppose on how to let him down gently. Like I mentioned he is quite emotionally invested. If it weren’t my friend’s cousin (we’ve been friends for almost 15 years), it would be much easier. All kinds of advice and input would be appreciated.
Thank you!!!
TW medical shit. Literally.
TW CSA mention
salmon poke
There’s this beautiful thing about no longer being in New Zealand that I adore: in this cold rock I live on, there are no supposed-to-be Raglan bums. For those lucky enough to be unfamiliar, picture the Florida chill guy who wears sandals everywhere and somehow treats tan lines and CrossFit as a substitute for a personality.
It’s 16 degrees outside.
I’m at a doctor’s office.
The nice, kind of matronly female doctor I specifically chose has been swapped out for the European equivalent of Florida Man. No socks. Birkenstocks. A tan that rivals anything I’ve seen at the beach. He looks like he should be handing out mushroom microdoses beside a campervan, not discussing internal bleeding. I’m being an asshole (ha) but I mean specifically MY internal bleeding.
Good for him, but I’m here for an appointment about my lower colon. My boyfriend came with me because I’m shaking, and because I waited six months to even make this appointment. One thing you pick up growing up on a farm is that unless you’re actively dying, life keeps moving.
One thing you pick up from being a woman is that female doctors are often the ones who take you seriously before your organs physically detach and slide onto the floor.
As I describe why I’m there, and I won’t describe the specifics because none of you need to become spiritually acquainted with my rectum, he asks
“So you’ve never been to the doctor here?”
“No.”
“Where are you from?”
“New Zealand.”
“Why come here?”
I point at my boyfriend.
The doctor looks at my tall, hefty wall of a partner and goes, “Of course”.
Finally, we get into the bottom of my bottom, and things get even tenser as he keeps trying to talk over me while I nervously try to get over the fact I have to describe this to a man wearing open toed shoes who looks at me like I’m the kind of “cousin” every rural family has. The one who dealt meth in his twenties, found spirituality in Bali, and somehow married into the family twice.
I’m coping with humour. Clearly.
Doctor sandals laughs while asking something, and I’m sitting there thinking that I would not be here unless something was seriously wrong. My boyfriend is here to 1) stop me from bolting out of the room, and 2) make sure there’s no gap in language while I’m shaking and close to crying.
God, Buddha, the Loch Ness Monster, or whoever’s supervising this cursed little planet knows if I wasn’t losing blood, I’d still be at home googling “foods that accidentally simulate internal bleeding”.
Then he says he needs to do a physical exam.
I freeze and look at my boyfriend.
My boyfriend explains why.
Doctor Sandals gets irritated, bless his invisible cotton socks, and tells me I can’t simply “request” a female doctor.
I start crying and explain that I come from a background of child sexual abuse and cannot do that.
The wave of disgust, followed by realization, on his face is clearer than the white walls surrounding us.
Nothing sobers a man faster than realizing the terrified woman in front of him isn’t being difficult. She’s reliving something.
He finally books me in with a female doctor and, because I mentioned piss me off disorder formerly known as PCOS, now rebranded in my head as PMOS, I’ve somehow also acquired a gynecological appointment. Like bonus content nobody asked for yet.
Then he walks me through the process of scooping stool into a bottle like I’m five years old.
“TOILET,” he says, so loudly I’m sure my father in New Zealand heard him through tectonic plates.
At this point I want the earth to open up and swallow me whole. Not medically. Spiritually. I waited 3 months for this appointment.
I just wanted a referral.
Im fat. Im plenty aware of it and has been an ongoing battle my entire life between trying to love myself as I am and loosing weight. Im trying to do both, and I work very hard on being healthy but loving me as I am now. Particularly after having a daughter now myself. Flabby belly and all, I’m showing my body love.
This week I got food poisoning or a stomach bug or something, and every single person (except my husband) has commented “but think of the weight you’ll lose” and it’s just so disheartening. Everyone around me, including my friends and my own mother just sees me as fat. As unfinished. As undeserving. I must of course be happy to be spewing up and almost shitting my pants because maybe I’ll loose 7lbs like the last time I had norovirus! And obviously the same was said then too.
And what’s worse? I think it too. Because this is just ingrained into us, and I have to work very hard to unlearn that thinking and remind myself it’s not healthy to be happy to loose weight because you physically can’t keep anything down. And y’all yes I could have a conversation with my mum about it, but she’s… difficult. She’s not a narcissist but she definitely has some traits. I have complex relationship with her that makes conversations around my feelings exhausting and ends up in me just managing hers. So… no thanks. I just needed to come see if anyone else has this same experience as an overweight person?
Plate is roast chicken shredded with my big chicken shredded (a life saver) part boiled roasted garlic oil potatoes and broccoli with Parmesan ALL OVER. This is from last week since I literally cannot eat anything right now :(
So this is my meal cuz ur girl is struggling to even eat. V much Bella new moon era rn . But basically me and my husband were together for 10 years. We were having issues for a while cuz he was a carpenter and struggling financially and so I convinced him to switch career paths. And I helped him train, interview, study, pass his academy. But throughout this time he started being more visibly distant. Now that I’m removed from the relationship I can definitely say he’s always felt empty?? Like he logically operated normally but looking deeper he never felt present it felt like there was a wall there. Since day 1.
Anyways I start breaking down going crazy. He was so invested in his phone that he would actually forget I was in the room & was talking to him. And he was going out to bars or simply going out multiple times a week. So I start acting like a lunatic checking phones which I never do. Finally I tell him I’m super depressed by this time we have our first baby. They’re a newborn. He cries, and the next day I see him a switch is flipped he’s cold. And he eventually kicks me and our baby out. And he’s MIA for a bit. He slowly comes back starts making an effort, and recently he tells me he hit up a girl and “it’s nothing” which may be true. Cuz who knows her side or how things will pan out. But when my husband had a porn addiction in our dating phase…it’s her. That’s my sleep paralysis demon. It’s her. And she has a kid, and is a single mom. We aren’t even divorced yet. And she’s been following me before she followed my ex. So she saw me heartbroken, our family photos with our newborn, and how I feel about things AND I have our baby full time. and she’s still texting and gave my ex her number, which I think is weird but maybe I’m dramatic.
Oh. And our baby was purposely conceived, we had infertility issues. I struggled for years,and he still did this 😅
Forgot to add my picture the first time I posted this oops! Anyway, just woke up from my car sleep at the gas station surviving on ramen and cigarettes while I figure out what the fuck to do
Stupid me decided to co-sign a loan for an ex-buddy of mine when I was 20, and he was 31, so that he wouldn't go homeless after he got evicted from his last apartment. He lied and said nothing would happen to me and that he just needed my credit score to secure an apartment because his was crap. I trusted he would pay, and that even if he didn't, I was convinced nothing would happen to me.
Boy, was I wrong.
He absolutely defaulted on me, and I had to go figure out debt relief, how to take out a loan, and a bunch of other shit, even though he reassured me he had everything taken care of (he didn't). Took a year before the National debt called me and said he defaulted, so now they gotta get the money from me. I got 30% off in exchange for having to take out a loan the very same day. Hasn't paid me a dime since.
Got super depressed and had a bunch of mental health shit just brewing, and that whole situation was exacerbating so much that I couldn't go to work anymore. Had to take out yet another loan for about 5.4k to help with intensive out-patient therapy costs, to help another buddy of mine move, and to stay afloat myself. Haven't seen a dime from them either, and I trusted them way more.
I haven't been able to go back to work, and it's bumming me out badly. My debit account is overdrawn, a late car note that might get me repoed, parking tickets that are due by the end of the month because I had court, that I have no way of paying atm, and just so much other bullshit that I have no way to get done because I dont qualify for another loan to be able to reset myself because I can't pay for the other ones.
I wish people would put in the effort for me that I put in for them to make sure they know that I care about them and their well-being. And I'm not saying it has to be financial, I truly should have known better. I've reached out to other friends for advice n shit or other options, and even support. Fucking crickets from them.
Nobody cares about me the way I care about them, and it's left me in shambles. I'm not doing great physically due to stress, and mentally, I'm torn apart.
15k debt of straight bullshit for trying to be helpful to people who don't gaf about me at all. I've done nothing but extend my kindness the way I wish others would for me when I would need it. And now that I need it, nobody is there. What the fuck.
Me and my husband eloped in January. We are not big party people so we just went to our local Church of England with two friends and his brother. Instead, we booked a two week honeymoon in Antiqua.
We inherited a flock of chickens we are very attached to from the previous owners of our house. They are what made us go vegetarian. We also have two dogs, four zebra finches and some koi fish. I work from home and come by four or five times a day to give them pets and treats on my way back from the bathroom. They all have super unique personalities and over the years I have bonded with all of them closely nursing them back to health from various illnesses. We did our best to predator proof the run but it is in an inopportune location in the garden. However, we have had the chickens for four years without issues. They also have a securely locking coop that opens way after dawn and before dusk. We thought they were safe.
A week into our honeymoon we get a text from our pet sitter that a fox broke into our run and killed nine of our chickens. The remaining five are injured and she’s taken them to the emergency vet. I am so grateful for her, she is an amazing pet sitter and I’m so sorry she had to experience this trauma. We immediately rebook our flight to come home early but it still takes two days to get home due to flight availability and it just being far away. While we are trying to get home three more died or had to be put down. I now have two left and one is doing badly so I’m currently taking her to the vet again. I’ll probably loose her too.
I’m really not ok. My husband is also really really not ok. I’m more action oriented in my grief so I’ve been busy taking care of our two remaining girls. I wasn’t able to cry the first two days, I was just frantically coordinating and trying to be there for him. We are building a small but super predator proof run for the remaining chickens which has given me something to focus on but I’m also getting really sad now. We watched Project Hail Mary on the way back in the airplane. It is a really good movie. We held hands and it helped a little bit. We’ve been saying “Words of great encouragement” which is what Rocky says to Grace during the movie to each other when it gets tough.
The cake is a ginormous cake my husband had ordered to the hotel room the day we got the news. He did not realise how big 12 inches are but we kept it in the fridge and we ate it when we were busy coordinating and took some on the plane so it turned out pretty helpful. I had some this morning but it is definitely not edible anymore now… The second picture is my favourite chicken Baby who we lost in the attack. She was very tiny even for her breed but super feisty. Her excitement noises were super unique and adorable. I miss her so much.
Edit: Just got back from the vet with the one of the two remaining girls that’s doing less well. Turns out the antibiotics we got from the emergency vet aren’t good for this situation. The bird vet says she’s pretty confident the new antibiotics can make her better. I might keep two of my ladies and they may get to keep each other.
If you do reply to this, please do so as if you are gently trying to explain to Marianne why she needs to let Willoughby go 😆 bonus points for Austenian tone! My story sadly is one of incredible male audacity that I didn't realize broke me down over time. --
First meal prep I've managed in a decade btw. I have to thank so many of you, the solidarity and sisterhood has brought me to tears here. I moved to a new country for love and now I'm single and alone here but I'm not! I've built such a beautiful community in my new town and online because I was encouraged to reach out to the sisterhood even in a new language because it really is universal!
As it went, I followed him from city to city as each new job he got had some problem or another with it. I was more than a decade into my career when he was just starting his because he couldn't figure out what he wanted. By the third move in five years (and more than thirty in my life because my dad did the same thing), I realized I wanted to put down roots, build a village.
Hubs would chastise me when I said I wanted to switch companies from remote to something local because I "needed to prove to him that I could stick with something", which I never understood and now realize was projection because I was the one who supported him for years.
So when he found yet another job in yet another country with more money I told him to go and try it for the probationary period because I wasn't going to drop 10 grand and leave the nicest flat and funniest little village ever if he couldn't promise me we wouldn't move again in a year. He found a roommate and went off, promising to look for a flat for us in the new country because he had to have me there even if he couldn't promise he would stay. We had been long distance before and it had worked fine, but now he was coming up with excuses as to why we could only meet infrequently.
When we did, I wasn't allowed to bring up any topics like emotions, money, or anything that didn't relate to his "honeymoon feeling". When we were apart I had to schedule these topics with him and he would usually just push them off anyway. So he wanted constant bliss and absolutely nothing that required the emotional regulation skills I now see he doesn't have, as I handled that for over a decade.
He promised he would make his decision about staying or going after four months, but "company leadership" was moving his extra training back another six months. So finally at the year mark I asked him if I am moving there or what. He said he couldn't see the future. I sat with him for hours to come up with a tree of options: more studying, different job, etc etc. Around this time he was blowing up more and more because I had learned in therapy how to regulate myself and had stopped regulating him and it freaked him out how little control he had.
At Christmas I had a come to Jesus with him and told him if he didn't get into therapy within six months I was done, which was terrifying because I was raised fundamentalist and that was the absolute worst thing you could do. He said he understood and agreed to it. We talked like normal when he went back to work for a week and then he started only calling me for like five minutes before bed after a day or two of no contact and said he couldn't understand why I would be upset at that when at least he was remembering to say goodnight.
It was a Monday when I asked him about trading in the car because he crashed mine one morning and just left back to work, with no talk of fixing or replacing it. He blew up and said "you know you're not allowed to talk about these topics while I'm in a work week! Nothing is ever good enough for you. Always wanting to spend money!". {For context he said we only needed to own one fork, spoon, knife, bowl, plate, cup each and I was ungrateful if I wanted more}.
For the first time in twelve years I didn't hear from him for an entire week. Then he sent a WHATSAPP message asking for a divorce. "It's suddenly clear to me that we handle things too differently and I don't believe having the emotional component to a relationship is necessary but you do."
Ladies if I can in any way get reassurance that I'm not the only one who didn't realize I shrunk myself in pursuit of his love... I didn't even realize how small and how much I stopped believing in myself or that I didn't see he was pulling away (we had such nice visits). I can at least claim some pride that I accepted his request for divorce and was impeccably professional and neutral.
He apparently didn't tell his family or friends it was happening but said I had asked for a break. He said we could "take our time even if it takes a year or two to finalize". I got us divorced in ten weeks and didn't realize it would shock him because we walked out of the courthouse and that mothafucka turned to me and asked if I wanted to go have sex. "Now we can start a better relationship" (meaning of course as he said previously that, "I make money and your job is to handle the emotional parts of a relationship", except now he wouldn't even have to contribute financially!).
And even though I have multiple degrees, putting that man in my rearview mirror will always be the proudest moment of my life.
Cucumber, tomato and lettuce salad with hard boiled eggs and some parmesan.
So my my bf (M30) and I (F22) were talking and the topic of threesomes came up, he asks me if I would ever be interested in something like that, I said definitely not and asked him the same question. He says he would be down if I’m okay with it. He also said that he would only be willing to do it with another girl and never with another guy. He says I would pick the girl and I would control everything, who she interacts with what she does etc.
I got pretty upset by this because its making me feel like im not enough for him, like if I was okay with it he wouldn’t be opposed to sleeping with another girl. Whereas I would never even want to sleep with another guy even if he was okay with it.
I voiced all of this to him but he thinks I’m dragging this and that if I’m not interested I should just say that, and he would respect it and not bring it up again instead of trying to start an argument. He also switched up halfway through the argument and said he only wants someone to watch while we go at it but not interact. Which he’s only saying cause he saw how upset I got.
Guys am I crazy for being upset about this? I can’t help but feel like if he really loved me and if I was truly enough for him he wouldn’t even want to do something like this, with or without my permission.
EDIT: Thank you everyone for your advice and thoughts it’s really validating to hear I’m not crazy, so thank you for that 🥹 I also just wanted to clear up the situation a little bit, he is NOT pressuring me into doing anything, it was mostly just a random question out of curiosity but I was sort of the one who probed him for answers and then it just became a whole argument, thats why he told me I should just say I’m not interested and drop it. My issue mostly stems from his willingness to do this in the first place, not necessarily that it will actually happen.
Well the title says everything really. I’ve caught him a couple of times before, he has downplayed it and twisted it and always gaslit me about it. Caught him today and he couldn’t deny it. Kicked him out for obvious reasons, but now the house is so empty and lonely. Mind you dealing with this in the midst of grieving my Mum, dog and dealing with anxiety that isn’t responding to medication. Send your girl some thoughts and prayers hahaha 💀
TW: cancer, loss
My Vitamix container is squealing so I’ve been emailing with their support team to try and get it fixed or replaced. They wanted some general info and the original purchase receipt.
It was a Christmas gift from my mom years ago and she passed away last August. One of the nasty gynecological cancers. Had it removed 2 years prior, all was good, came back with a vengeance, after 1.5 months of being in the hospital every other week for a week, she chose to go on hospice and was gone 16 days later. I was holding her hand until the last breath.
So last night I went to my dad’s and had him boot up her laptop so I could search emails for receipt. Didn’t find the receipt but did see a folder for “Funeral Plans.”
I’ve been sad for almost a year now since the hospital visits started but getting reminded that she planned her own funeral and had to sit around knowing the end was close, just makes it worse.
She was an awesome person and a great mom. Loved gardening and made me promise to keep up with mine. Going after work today to buy veggies to plant. Really wish I could hug and talk to her again.
Food: pickle, banana pepper and mushroom pizza with no cheese from a bar on Mother’s Day.
My mother in law has long wanted to have control over my household. My husband is her only son and she has this weird obsession with him. Her own marriage never worked so she sort of feels like her son is 'her man' that i came in to take away. She's always been in our business, wanting to know everything that happens at our house, and to me that's a serious breach of privacy i've always pushed back on. I defend my space and boundaries fiercly so when it became difficult for her to penetrate she resorted to trying to hook up my husband with girls. Probably 'softer' girls she could manipulate because babyyyy! I am neither the one or the two...i'm not a push-over. I have access to my husband's phone. On many instances i see his mother's texts sending pictures of other girls she labels as 'good' that she randomly met in church, at gatherings or through a friend etc that she insists he talks to. Haha!
My husband is a good man. Absolutely respectful, Takes care of us, loves me and our child and does everything to shield us. I know he truly adores his little family. On the other hand he doesn't hate his mother, he tries as much to be there for her because in all honesty she did her best raising him and his siblings single handedly, but it drains him having to always extinguish fires she's started, because i've done a good job keeping my distance and staying respectful to her despite all the things she does to break us up. I am getting fed up of constant provocation from that woman!
After two years of infertility, a miscarriage, a difficult pregnancy with preeclampsia, and a traumatic birth where I almost lost my baby during an emergency c-section, I finally have a daughter. She is almost four months old and I love her so so so so much. She is perfect in every way.
But I’m tired. I wished for her for so long so I feel awful for saying it, but sometimes I miss when it was just me and my husband. I miss playing video games and reading for hours on end. I miss traveling and having friends over for drinks. I miss just rotting in bed and sleeping in. But most of all I miss being me, not just mom.
My husband is great and gives me breaks all the time, but if I’m away from her for too long I feel selfish and like a terrible mom. It feels like I’m abandoning her.
I hate feeling this way. Even typing this out makes me feel so much shame. I love her. I love her so much that I sometimes cry thinking about it and I don’t regret having her for a single second. But I just didn’t realize how hard it would be for me to give up certain parts of myself to be her mother.
CW: CSA
I did it. I called the police and I told them about the systematic abuse my 2 older brothers put me through throughout my childhood.
I don’t trust the police but I don’t know any other way to seek justice.
I worry my parents will take their side, and I’ll have no relatives left I can be in touch with but I’m done being scared of blowing up the family. Children should be protected. It’s not that much to ask.
Finally bought my own brand new car at 30 years old. My car, myyyy caaarrr!! Mine!!! And it's brand new!! I know, 30 is too old, but life has been hard and I have only ever owned really old (cheap) cars and this is the first time I have ever had a brand new car. The tech these days.... Myyy oh my have I been missing out. The steak was great too!!!
I wanted to take him out to a nice meal after he helped me this week. I chose a place he had never been to but it has one of the best burgers I've ever had in my life. Very small place, small menu, farm to table kind place. He didn't look thrilled when he sat down. I offered to go somewhere else he said no. We ordered and he threw a fit. Said I chose that place because I wanted to go there not him and there were only 2 things on the menu he would even eat (the whole menu has 15 items on it) he insisted that it was rude of me to chose a place like that to "thank him" he stormed out of the place. I had to go tell the waitress to cancel our order. We rode 45 minutes back home in utter silence.
Why did we drive so far for dinner? Because I had to pick up my dogs ashes at the vet nearby. I unexpectedly has to put her down 11 days ago.
Lemon yogurt for dinner. Dog in photo is the son of the one I said goodbye to.
Just one. We had twins last summer. It was rough for a while with both of them but she eventually fell in love with the easier twin. But the harder twin? She can’t stand her. Gets angry when the baby cries. Gives her nasty looks. Won’t interact with her or smile at her then complains the baby doesn’t like her. I could go on and on. It’s been the hardest experience of my life.
Today I told her she has the options of busting her ass to repair her relationship and learn to at least put on a pleasant face with the baby or we’re going to be through. She’s angry and hurt and saying I’m just like everyone else who leaves. Despite the fact I’ve been breaking myself in half doing everything for one baby and most everything for the other so that she can have time to develop a relationship with the hard baby, only for her to still say she hates her and I should have ended the pregnancy. We chose this together.
Edit: because it isn’t immediately clear from my initial post, we are a same sex couple and I carried the babies. They are both genetically mine as well.
Low effort, high reward curry
TW: Rape, sexual fantasies
It's going to be a long one so please bear with me.
I was paralysed 10 months ago and i want to slowly get back to dating. However i am now seriously considering just living life alone because i can't believe how disgusting some men can be.
Reddit is the worst. I posted a post on the toast me subreddit because I needed some cheering up and received so many disgusting private messages .. Its unbelievable... >!So many men telling me that the fact that I can't walk out on them makes them horny and that they would love nothing more than to see me struggling with not being able to move!< 🤢🤢
Anyways i created a profile on a dating app that clearly states im 23...the amount of 40 year olds that try to get a date on is just 🤢. >!I even had a 50 year old men said he 💦 to photos of me in my wheelchair 🤢!<
I dunno.. I guess i feel sad because right now it's not looking any good.. Im so scared ill really end up alone because the interactions i get from men is them being disgusting pigs.
Sometimes i really fucking hate men. End of rant.
Homemade PIZZA PIE- who needs men when you can have a delicious pizza pie 🤤
My boyfriend got involuntarily hospitalized at the psych ward and I am so upset. He's been gone for 5 days.
He texted me on Sunday at 11pm saying that he was going to the psych ward. He said he was sorry, and he would explain everything to me once he could. I was half asleep so I honestly had no idea what was going on until I fully woke up in the morning.
I know his depression has been pretty bad, but I reassured him that he could always talk to me if he needed to. I have problems from my past just like him, but he's helped me so much throughout it and never shamed me, so the least I can do is be there for him when he needs to talk.
I thought he was having a good day too. He went to the beach with his family and collected rocks. Once he got home I told him he should go ahead and rest, and he did. Usually when he's gone for too long he's doing homework, so it didn't bother me.
Now he's gone and i have no way of contacting him. I feel so guilty that I wasn't there to help him...... I don't have many friends, my family doesn't like me, he is my best friend in the entire world, so I'm pretty much completely on my own right now, and I feel so lonely.
Breakfast today: instant cup noodles and green tea. I'm currently binge watching the madoka magica movies for the millionth time, this anime is our favorite to watch together. Our favorite characters are Kyoko (him) and Sayaka (me).
I am a 16yo girl, and would say, for the sake of my point, that I’m relatively attractive as far as American beauty standards go. Not trying to compliment myself but just saying this is how men see me. I take the bus to school and back everyday and have had my fair share of male encounters. Today this man about 3 times my age sat next to me and said some random stuff like how are you and such to which I responded then clearly put my earbud back it. He kept talking so I took it out which is when I heard him say “wow you’re so pretty”. I shoved my earbud back in and ignored him the rest of the bus ride (30min) a kind woman across from me told him to leave me alone about 20 minutes in which was great because I have trouble thinking of what to say in the moment. This is just the most recent of too many of these interactions to count with men asking me out, telling me weird/creepy things, one even pulled into the bus stop with his truck to ask me if I “wanted a ride” all of these men are 30+ and I am so sick of it. So I just want to know why is it so hard to not treat literally children like sex objects???? I don’t want to sleep with anyone! Just leave me alone! Advice is welcome although I do not want any thing like “have pepper spray” or stuff like that. Thank you
Edit: to everyone telling me to dress down, I do, I wear things that I like and that’s typically baggy clothing. I’m not going to change myself for men so grow up :)
Edit 2: this is not an “I hate all men post” this isn’t about all men so stop feeling threatened and telling me to “realize there are good men out there” I know.
Edit 3: I do look my age and even if I was 18 these men still shouldn’t be talking to me please stop making that your whole point in the replies.