r/Vent

16 year old girl here. I just recently saw a video on youtube talking about how ridiculous and saddening it was that \*some\* people openly admit they wouldn't do CPR on a woman to 'avoid being sued'.

And to my shock (not really, though, I don't expect much anymore) there were HUNDREDS of people arguing against the videos point.

And it's seriously terrifying to know that there is a possibility one day I could go into cardiac arrest and die just because I have breasts. I commented that I would much rather be immodest and alive than modest and dead, and some women DISAGREED WITH ME!!

What type of society do we live in to where we have convinced women to be SO ashamed of their bodies they would rather die and be modest than receive life saving care??

Why would some people rather sit back and watch someone die when they could've intervened and done something, just because there is a \*minuscule\* chance the woman could (and with the US's laws, not even) sue them?

Edit: I completely understand that CPR is hard, and that a lot of people would be going in blind if they had to do it on someone. My point is I don't think it's at all excusable to let someone die and to stand by and not do anything because they're afraid to administer help.

THIS IS NOT A GENDER WARS POST. I am not going to be responding any further to anyone accusing me of that, because I have made it clear this post is not focused in gender. This is about PEOPLE, regardless of their gender, not giving CPR to women because of their bodies.

I’m not gonna act like I’ll never get the game, I waited a long ass time for it and it does genuinely look impressive… but damn that lack of true physical copy news really took the wind out of the hype for me.

I remember getting my copy of RDR2 the holiday it came out, excited as hell. Going into the game store and coming out with my hard copy. Coming home opening that bitch up and finding a physical map of the game. Little cool shit like that added to the excitement, it just doesn’t hit the same just downloading it from your system.

This might sound delusional but I was even looking forward to a potential midnight launch. I know those have been dead for a while but I couldn’t imagine retail stores not taking advantage of the biggest entertainment launch of our time and NOT bringing that tradition back. Never went to the one for GTA 5 but the videos looked crazy.

Now you’ve got the Sony news with no physical games post January 2028, it’s just been a sad week for gaming news. I know some won’t give a shit but as someone that likes physical media this sucks.

The price of prescription medicines

Is absolutely absurd! My daughter got Amoxicillin, the liquid kind that goes in the refrigerator. I'm fortunate enough that she is on her dad's health insurance, while I have my own, completely paid for by my job.

After Urgent Care Co pay and insurance Co pay for the medication, I came out having spent $50. ($35 visit and $15 for the medication at the pharmacy).

It says right on the printout from the pharmacy, the cost for this medicine without insurance is $112.72. A prescription medication that she needed! That the medical provider decided that she needed, for an infection! If not treated, it could obviously get worse, and she was stung/bit several times last night by something. A wasp most likely. She got at least 5 stings that I could see and count from this. Not quite good for a 10 year old child and got bigger and redder in \~3 hours this morning. She needed to see a medical professional, and they think she needs antibiotics.

What if she didn't have health insurance?! What if I couldn't have afforded this for her today? I've been in the situation before where I didn't have health insurance. I've been in the situation before where I needed to be seen and had to pay completely out of pocket before, and an Urgent Care visit is easily $100-$150. Easily!

I had a busy month in June, so I took two extra days off last week in order to have five days off in a row. Nothing special, I just wanted to chill, maybe do some home projects, and I gave myself a mission to find good chips and salsa which so far has been elusive in the city I moved to. Instead, day one I got a weird virus and I have spent five days now either huddling in bed with terrible chills or tossing and turning with sweat pouring off of me.

And the digestive stuff started yesterday. That's all I'm going to say about that.

My husband is leaving for a work trip tomorrow, so we've been super careful to not expose him. He needed a trim, and I usually cut his hair, but he went to a shop instead. He came back with too-short, uneven hair and said the stylist told him she'd had "stomach flu" the day before. So that's cool.

I know on the one hand it's perfect timing, but I was really looking forward to this break and this doesn't feel like a break. And now I have to work (from home) tomorrow, probably still sick, and I'll have no one to help me until my husband gets home on Friday.

This sucks.

I just got off the phone with my mother who, like everyone else I know, told me I'm wasting my life because I don't define my happiness by yearning to be somewhere other than where I live.

I don't want to travel. I don't care about travelling. My idea of a good time is staying home, doing things I enjoy, hanging out with friends and family and dogs and avoiding everyone and everything else whenever possible.

I get it: almost everyone likes to travel. It's cheap these days, etc. If that's your thing, go for it. But please don't look at me like I'm defective, broken, depressed, poor, or spiritually bankrupt because I don't want to lie on a beach sipping margaritas or play shuffleboard on a cruise ship while waiting for the diarrhea to kick in.

And since I know some of you will be thinking, "oh, that's just envy," let me be clear: I could afford it if I wanted to and I could make the time if I wanted to. You are just part of a consumerist cult that has elevated travelling into such an unquestioned good that hearing it challenged is like Luke Skywalker hearing Darth Vader is his father. Well I don't care! Go worship your plastic god somewhere else and leave me alone!

So apparently I look tired all the time? Every day someone at work tells me that I look tired or that I need to sleep more and its getting annoying. I think I just have a permanent tired look - i have some undereye holllowing and bags and my eyes are a littlw droopy I guess giving that impression. But its just how my face is, idk🤷‍♀️

Spent my 4th of July rushing my cat to an emergency vet that was like 30 minutes away due to almost everywhere being closed for holiday. I had given him dinner around 11:30 pm and went to stay the night at my bf’s place. I was back home by 10:50 am to given him breakfast on his usual schedule. He was just fine when I left for the night….but when I returned he was panting and laying on the ground in a puddle of his own piss. He had lost the use of his back legs. It must have happened in his favorite cardboard box bc he chewed a hole through it…he must have been unable to back out of it in that state. I feel fucking horrible. I wasn’t home, I had no idea how long he was like that.

The vet told me there was nothing I could have done, that being there to witness his legs giving out wouldn’t have changed anything. He got a blood clot and it wasn’t treatable, it was blocking off blood flow to his back end. He had a genetic heart condition but I thought it was managed. His last vet appointment they told me it wasn’t progressing! That he may be able to live a long and happy life with medication until he goes into heart failure….well. No. He got a random clot at only 7 years old.

He was the sweetest cat, so gentle and so loving. Why him? The vet told me that if there was anything she thought we could do to fix it and give him a good quality of life she would do it, but in that situation she said she didn’t believe this to be true. I could try to treat if I wanted but the clot was quite large and unlikely to dislodge or dissolve…and even if it did, his heart condition means if he could get one clot, he’s now at high risk for more of them. Treatment would involve days to weeks of hospitalization, lifelong pain meds and blood thinners in addition to his other heart medication, and potential permanent paralysis. She said most cats who undergo treatment only live another year at most….And it’s one of the most painful things a cat can go through. He was just screaming and screaming and screaming on the drive to the vet. It was so horrible. I had to make the choice to end his life. And while it was peaceful, I can’t stop thinking what else could I have done.

Could I have prevented this. What if I was home earlier or never left that night. What if I noticed his heart condition was worsening before this happened? There were no signs. The vet said it’s random with cats who have this condition and often there aren’t signs until a horrible event like this. That I was lucky another vet even caught it and got him on meds, that he was unlikely to have even lived this long without what I had been giving him. I’m just torn to shreds, I’ve never lost a pet before and I feel like a part of me died with him. He was also bonded with my other cat and I’m devastated now to leave him alone. He seems okay so far but fuck this has just been the worst event of my life.

My child is 4yo. He doesn’t listen to me, his father, his grandmother. Loves defiance to a terrorizing level. He enjoys the sound of me crying, maniacally laughing while I cry. It sounds insane that a kid this young would do that but others have seen this behavior. I can’t fucking stand him. He makes demands all day long and is picky about everything. I don’t want to be mean to him but I don’t want to be around him anymore. He won’t say I love you back to anyone , although he can. He doesn’t want anyone to read to him. He rips up everything and laughs. He wont do timeouts. He throws plates of food. He charges me and hits me, when he is not allowed to have something.

I don’t have much strength left. I hate my life because of him. He doesn’t even love us. What is the fucking point?

Trigger warning here for mentions of child abuse, I really just need to vent and talk to someone right now.

I'm a 36 year old guy, and I feel like I fucked up my whole life. My father died when I was young, and my mom remarried very shortly after. Her husband was abusive to the point I had to take 3 mile long walks to my grandparents house just to be safe and taken care of. I don't think I ever really got over the abuse despite going to therapy for years afterwards. I remember one time at the age of 8 when he got really mad at me for something (can't even remember what I did, probably yard work wasn't done properly, because that seemed to be an issue 90% of the time). The school was off and he knew he could do worse than usual because nobody would see me afterwards, so he ended up beating the shit out of me. I had a broken clavicle which I walked around with for 3 days before I finally made a walk for my grandparents house to get them to help me.

So that was my childhood. Years later, I got married to a woman I thought was the love of my life. We have a beautiful daughter together, she's 14 now. Her mother would constantly press me about family matters and trying to be "forgiving" because she wanted her to have a relationship with my parents (her grandparents). I dug my heels hard on this one, but eventually had to cave after I got into an accident and really needed some support with taking care of our daughter. My then wife would take her up to my parents' house and stay with her, because I was just so stressed about him doing something. I was full on ready to stand up and limp my way there to beat the shit out of him if he touches my girl. Turns out my daughter absolutely loved him, and he was amazing with her. My then wife couldn't understand why I was so pressed about keeping him away, because "he's such a sweet older guy".

We got divorced during Covid, for many reasons. I have my daughter 2 weeks a month, and so does my ex wife. We're doing okay at co-parenting, I'd say we agree on most things. I found myself a new partner, got engaged again, and I felt like my life would finally change. And surely my stepfather had to up and die on me this week. Now my daughter is absolutely heartbroken, she's taking it the worst she possibly could, and I'm here watching her grieve over a person who's not worth it. She says he's her favorite person in the world, and that she's not able to live without him. It's the most painful thing I've ever had to listen to, but here I am, trying to support her and keeping my mouth shut.

I've been a mess for the last month, my fiancée left me after we had a massive fight the other week (don't know if she's coming back), and now this is happening. I feel like such a horrible parent, an excuse of a man and weak, and I just need to get this off my chest before I go back to therapy next week.

I wanna STAY UP and play VIDEO GAMES and WATCH YOUTUBE and EAT SNACKS. But NO. "CLoCK iN At 6 AM oR yOU'rE fIReD".

YOU'RE fired Laura.

For a little context for the story, I work at Pizza Hut so imagine my belief when this guy comes in to pick up his order and yk i do my usual “Hey what’s the name” tells me the name i tell him the total and click the card option, well as i’m doing that he asks if the food is ready and i tell him yeah it is and he asks to see it, now mind you he’s literally just standing there not paying or anything but the cards in his hand but anyways i go to get his food and come back and i’m like showing him the boxes cuz im honestly just assuming he genuinely wants to see if it’s ready or smth before he pays?😭 i have no idea but anyways he continues and is like “no i wanna SEE the food”…😭 now im truly not thinking much of it and just sit the food down and open the boxes for him to see cuz he’s literally standing there with both hands on the counter leaned over a little bit and he didn’t like reach out to grab the food or anything but whatever so i show him the food and the whole time im showing him the food he’s just like glaring at me💔 but after i finish showing him the food he’s says “are your hands sanitized?”… MIND YOUUU all i touched was the boxes guys, i didn’t even touch the inside of the box or anything literally just opened them and that’s it😭 but anyways i say yeah and he’s like “well how would i know they’re sanitized” now by this point im so confused and im just like idk you don’t😭 and he’s like “exactly so why are you touching my box when i don’t know if your hands are clean”…………

i just wanna point out that i quite literally HAVE to touch the box just to even give it to him😭 but okay anyways atp im just looking at him dumbfounded and he says “i want a remake cuz you touched the box”😭 so im like over it and call my boss over and i tell him “he says he wants a remake because i touched the box” and my boss literally makes the most confused face and is like “huh???”😭😭😭 but he turns to the guy and says “im sorry what happened” and dude says “exactly what she said” so my boss told him that we all quite literally touch the boxes all the time and he’s like i understand that but im assuming the cooks hands are sanitized but how do i know if hers are… now by this point i just walk away cuz im like over it and i go over to my coworkers and im explaining to them what happened and as im doing that this dude is literally glaringgggggg us down😭😭😭 like omg

as my boss is helping him or whatever he tells us to remake it so we did and it’s in the oven right, after we put it in the oven there’s like a power surge or some shit so the power goes out for a second and i guess the power going out restarted his brain or smth cuz he decides as his remake is in the oven that the original food is completely fine and told my boss nvm….

genuinely worst july 4th ever i was already irritated before i even went into work and then its hot as hell and i’m by that big ass hot ass oven and that doesn’t help at all🫩 i’m so over it

Everything is an argument. If it isn’t, it’s a complaint, and eye roll, a huffy breath, or an opportunity to try and make me feel like an idiot. Every single word has to be a fight. I can say “good morning” and he basically tells me to fuck off. I can say I don’t like light mayo, I’d rather have regular mayo, and he tried to argue that it’s the same thing, even though he doesn’t eat mayo. I ask him to change a diaper or get a bottle, and he rolls his eyes at me and huffs like I’m asking him to come up with a thousand dollars.
He refuses to work overtime, but has a champagne taste in a crappy beer budget. Bills don’t get paid on time because he wants stuff and spends money before we have it. I have to be a SAHM because there are no daycare or work from home options in my area. We have one vehicle (his) because he’s “going to look at my car and see what’s wrong with it” for the last year and hasn’t. He can’t stand parenting for more than five minutes. He looses his shit when our toddler gets cranky. He refuses to go anywhere on his days off even though that’s the only time I can get out of the house.

Today alone, he criticized how much dish soap I used to wash dishes, yelled at me for throwing out a plastic sippy cup that was coated in mold that I found in his truck, told me I wasn’t allowed to decide to have an opinion on what he said, because he was wrong. Screamed at me for running over the garden hose that he supposedly moved, even though he never did, accused me of arguing with him when I was agreeing with him, went down a random rural road when I asked if we could look for a yard sale, just to tell me there wasn’t any yard sales and I was wasting his time, after I looked up the yard sale and told him the address.

He makes me life absolute hell. I’m not sticking around. I’ve been asking my mom for help, and she’s going to help me get out of here as soon as we can. I’m taking the baby, our pets, and running. I can’t do this anymore. He’s a monster.

(this is gonna be so incoherent, im sorry, im not in the right state of mind rn)

dont get me wrong, i 'love' my mum in the traditional sense. both my parents do provide for me, but when she refuses to apologize for stuff she knows its her fault- im expected to say sorry just because im younger. tf?
during a family trip, she called me rude, when i'd disassociated and didnt answer my cousin. later, she told me she wanted to punch my face, and break my teeth. then told me to get out multiple times.
what is going on
and when we got home, the heat was apparently sorted, as my gramma intervened. but she ignored me for 2-3 days, and ofc, my dad forced me to apologize. again. for nothing, again.
one time, i was crying because of smth at school, and she told me to stick it up---.... i told her i just wanted to voice my frustrations. her words- "keep them to yourself please, dont talk."

my parents and i have never really talked the way a functioning family should, its always been all about wants and needs from eachother. im so emotionally starved.

im not allowed to leave my house(or my room even) except for school or extra classes, which my father takes me to. im not allowed to make friends, let alone invite them to hangout, or even my birthdays. im monitored 24/7, its suffocating. im not allowed to shave/wax, not allowed to dress the way i want/ speak what i want. not allowed to crashout. i cant cry, cant breathe.

i just wanna breathe. i cant wait to move out for college.

Seriously, why did this suddenly become the norm? Where did this sense of entitlement come from? Up until less than a decade ago it was accepted that if you want to enter an indoor public space like a store, you leave your dog at home (or leave it in your car, or leave it tied up outside the store until you're done). And no dog owner had a problem with that.

​I don't wanna do my grocery shopping knowing that someone's dog may have pressed its slimy nose up against the produce. I don't wanna go to a cafe to relax and read a book while sipping tea, only to have my experience be interrupted by a dog barking its head off. I have a friend who works at a movie theater, and recently a customer tried to sneak her dog into the theater by carrying it in her purse. AT A MOVIE THEATER. Like what are you gonna do if your dog starts barking in the middle of the movie? Would you not feel embarrassed and ashamed?

Just leave your dogs at home, people. I promise your dog isn't going to explode just because it was home alone for a couple hours. And if your dog actually has such bad separation anxiety that it can't handle being without you for a short amount of time, that's your responsibility to train it out of them, because properly training your dog is a standard part of being a dog owner.

why is everyone so obsessed with this stupid wedding anyway

taylor swift is a shit person and I don't even know who her partner is beyond "some football guy who's worth 0.001% as much as she is"

Why do I know where it is, who's officiating, that the damn president is involved, when I haven't even looked up the event one time

I hate celebrity culture and I hate taylor swift and I can't wait for this crap to be over

also don't come at me defending her because I am so not here for that, billionaires don't need your protection or deserve your admiration

I am going crazy in the back of my nose there is a grain of rice stuck for two days and it won't move no matter what I do. I am waiting for the boiling water to cool down so I can flush my nose. I mamso close the a full on tantrum.

Update no one asked for, I have an enema set that I have never used before and no one else has used before, I rinsed it out and prepped my nose for a good time. The relief was instant. But then the pain kicked in from having a sudden pressure change in the sinuses. I had to lay down to let the water drain. I also developed popping in my ear, water got inside the Eustachian tube. I took some deep breaths in through the nose and out through the mouth for a couple minutes and the popping as well as the pain cleared. I am happy to announce that my nose is ready for anal.

I am using the remaining water on my ass

As a man who grew up with very toxic masculinity ideals that carried over into a young adulthood surrounded by toxic masculinity guys due to my work, I can’t stand when guys talk about “cracking” or “fucking” some girl they met at a bar (or god forbid talking that way about someone that way without the other persons knowledge).

I do not “crack”, I do not “fuck”, I make love, I merge souls, I build emotional connections with my partner until they overflow and we HAVE to show each other how in love we are. My friends talk about how they degrade the girls they hook up with, calling them bitch, slut, whore, etc. (I mean if the girls are into it and everyone consents, I don’t mind) But I just can’t stomach doing that, I looked into my partners eyes and told her I loved her as I showed her how much she means to me. They talk about moving onto the next girl, while I’m thinking about nice things I can do for my girlfriend.

Love is so beautiful.

I’m a very casual person. Considerably also a very tomboyish girl. My work and lifestyle don’t require me to dress up, so most of my closet is just comfortable clothes.

However, this summer every relative of mine has either died, gotten married, or graduated. And all events tied to that require me to dress formally. Because of this, I realized it was about time that I should spend a good chunk of money and expand my wardrobe so that I have some good staples for the upcoming future. Specifically dresses.

I have not been to a mall in a hot minute. I mostly just pick up small items from the thrift. But I was on a hunt. Stores that carry actual stock with intentional styles would have what I’m looking for right?..

WRONG

I kid you not, I have checked out at least 30 different stores in the last week looking for a simple dress. My only requirements were that my chest was covered and that the dress was at least knee length. A regular, respectable, formal fit. And I found NOTHING.

Every single goddamn dress that I found looked like it was unfinished. A torn piece of fabric hanging from a hanger. Everything is backless or strapless, everything is mesh and see through, every style has absolutely no chest coverage or a plunge so deep you could considered it the Mariana’s trench, or the dresses were cut so short that walking in them would flash whoever is behind me.

I’m not a picky person but I was appalled at the lack of options given in women’s stores. Every dress was copy and paste. Not everyone is going to the goddamn club! Why do I have to dress like a grandma in order to meet formal requirements? And I haven’t even mentioned the quality yet!! Everything is made out of cheap plastic! Why would I spend $100 on a piece of clothing that looks and feels the same way a $5 item does from shein?? The only difference is the store label at this point!

I can understand that I may not be the target demographic for the clothes that are in style right now. But what happened to the basics? Why does everything need to be cropped or see through. Why does every option require me to be half naked? And it’s not like I’m intentionally trying to dog on these styles. Some of them are cute!! But why is it the only option now?? Why is there no variety. There’s so many timeless styles that I feel have been lost and I’m so enraged that if I want to dress up femininely that all the things I can buy require me to have my bits out.

I had a really unsettling interaction with a neighbor, and I can’t stop thinking about it.

Last night, I walked out onto my balcony to hit my vape just as she was getting out of her car. I felt awkward, so I stepped back into my doorway to give her space. After a minute, I peeked around the corner to see if she’d gone, and she was standing there starring at me like she had been waiting for me to reappear. We awkwardly starred at each other for a minute and I pulled my earbud out of my ear and was about to ask “What’s up?” when she said “Okay” and walked away. The whole thing felt incredibly awkward and I felt like she thought I was creeping on her or something

This morning, I left my phone number on her car because I wanted to ask what that was about and clear the air. Instead, I got a call from a man telling me that if I was the one who left the number, all contact needed to stop and that they were close to filing a restraining order.

I’m honestly shaken. My intention wasn’t to scare or bother anyone—I was trying to understand an interaction that left me confused. I’ve never had much contact with the girl other than her smiling at me a couple weeks ago and me giving a wave a few days ago.

Shortly after I received a call from the police about the situation and I explained my side of it. Safe to say I will not be going on my balcony anymore. I realize that I could have explained more in the note I left rather than just leaving my phone number. I honestly thought she would text and I would be able to clear the air in text. What a way to start the day 😅

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