r/Vent

I had to put my groceries back today

My husband and I went grocery shopping at Sam’s Club today because I have a credit card there and we only have $80 to last until Friday. We filled up the cart. About $300 worth of groceries. I had a credit limit of 2k. Well.. we went to check out and my card wouldn’t work. Apparently they lowered my limit to 1100 on the 4th and “the notice is in the mail.” We had no other money to pay for the stuff. I’ve ran out of options. I’ve never felt that much shame and embarrassment. I’m so emotional and overwhelmed.

43M, settled financially, in a 10y happy relationship with my 36M. Both my bf and I feel incredibly isolated in the gay community. As an immigrant and POC, I am consistently mocked for my accent. For my color. For my age. My bf, for not being the stereotypical Greek god posting photos from the beach all the time. I know it sounds ridiculous and exaggerated, but that's what happens. In the gay community, if you do not identify with a certain tribe (twinks, circuit party boys, cruisers, bears, whatever)... you simply do not belong there. I can't count how many times I was told I was "so funny" (in the worst way possible) for not knowing drag queen miss whatever. For not playing dodgeball. For enjoying Saturday nights at home. For not wearing cropped tops. For not liking body hair and arm pits. For speaking funny. For not talking openly about my sex life at parties, not going to parties every weekend, for not being a macho, but also for not being a fem, for not being in an open relationship, for not being in shape (I think I am...), for being too old, I could go on and on. Mocked. By people who haven't lived half my struggles to get where I am, age wise or not.

For a community created around diversity, gays can be pretty exclusive, let's put this way. I hate this clique-y attitude, coming from a group where diversity is a big, meaningless word, if you don't look and behave in certain standardized ways.

When I was younger, I had someone very special. We talked, laughed, made love and were obsessed with each other. I don't get how time goes by, and I'm supposed to act like that didn't mean anything to me? Like I have to pretend that my heart isn't broken every day, years later. Most people would look at me and say "Ew wtf why are you still hung up on this person after so long?" But I don't get that ... What reason do I have to not still feel that way? The happiest I've ever been in my life was during my time with this person, and I don't see anything ever topping that or even matching it. I don't care how much time has passed or how much distance is between us now. I still love that person very, very much. And I guess that makes me a freak or something. And it's not like anything horrible or malicious happened between us - It was just being too young and immature at the time kind of stuff. I feel like the majority of people are okay with having multiple loves throughout their life and I'm over here like a fucking penguin ... I lost my one mate and I'm cooked. I've managed to become somewhat successful in most other aspects - But without this person I will never be truly happy. That is tough for me to wake up and accept every day.

It’s 3am. I woke up with a tight chest which I cannot differentiate between panicking or physical illnesss

I’m terrified of being sick but I’m also scared of dying. My chest feels tight still and I just can’t tell if it’s real. I felt I couldn’t breathe when I woke up and I panicked

But I can breathe. Oh god I’m terrified, I don’t want to die. I’m 18 if this helps. I’ve got no one to text, I feel tingly idk if it’s bc I’m trying to breathe so much

I can’t distract myself I don’t know what to do :( I’m terrified I’m going to have a heart attack and not be able to breathe and the anxiety I’ll feel will be over the roof knowing I’m dying Ajd I can’t do anything

Please, I’m so terrified I can’t take this anymore

i have been struggling with no food in my apartment for the past week. i am calling the food bank tomorrow to see what they can do for me but until then the hunger pangs are unbearable.

i have tried facebook buy nothing groups, nextdoor, calling churches, calling salvation army. i have no friends that can help, no family to ask.

i am just in fetal waiting for time to pass. i don't know what else to do.

last year my parents took my door off for “skipping school” because I wasn’t going to math help, which didn‘t know I was supposed to go too, but instead of listening to me, they screamed at me, took my phone, and then sent me upstairs to go to bed. then not even two minutes later my dad came in, through the rack that was on my door on the ground and then took it of leaned it against the wall, then came back in and told me I was a horrible child for reporting them too CPS and saying ”your mom made some mistakes, but you will to when you grow up” and then got mad when I said I wouldn’t become an alcoholic abuser like she was. and I haven’t had a door since. my mom has actively told me they will put my door back on when my dad‘s ankle is better, his ankle was better two weeks ago and I still don’t have it back. I can’t do anything with my door off. if I want to change in my room, I literally have to go into my closet to do it. anyone can see into my room, and my can literally shoot me with a nerf gun any time he wants, and he does. they go into my room constantly and rummage through all of my stuff constantly. if I feel overwhelmed and like crying I have to into the bathroom to do it. I’m so tired of this. I just want my door back. is that so much to ask for?

Reposted, I've accepted the rules n conditions

TW for transphobia, transitioning

I'm a trans man, I was on the enby to trans man pipeline

I've grown up in a very transphobic environment and I don't have any queer friends. I had a bunch of queer friends when I was earlier in my transition but not anymore

My plan is to medically transition. I've been socially transitioning for years now

I'm scared of going further and regretting it all and losing everything

I've been trans for over a year now, nearly the entire time has been filled with doubts

I was never happy with myself as a woman, I don't feel comfortable being called a woman or being seen as a woman. I've been wearing some form of a binder almost everyday since late 2024/early 2025. I would heavily prefer to remove my breasts. I prefer using he/him pronouns, and I go by a different name than the one I was given at birth

If I medically transitioned, I would lose everything. I'd be disowned and lose my entire family and my shelter. But it means that I could potentially finally be happy with myself and my body

Maybe I was conditioned to think like this, to think being trans is not okay. Maybe I'm like this because of my past, because of my depression, my low self confidence and self esteem

I prefer the masculine side of things. I never thought femininity was for me. But, masculine women do exist. I've questioned if I was a tomboy, some nonbinary labels too

I want to be happy, and I want to be myself. I value being and becoming my true self

So I don't know where to go from here

I fear that T would make me more depressed and hate myself, but I want to cut my breasts off. First I hated them because they're small, lopsided and everyone else's was bigger and more developed. Now I want to cut them off so I could feel comfortable wearing tight shirts and being shirtless with no restrictions. I hated myself for a long time, I'm slowly working on it

I've been on antidepressants for a year now, I worry that T will make things much worse for me. I worry that I'll struggle even worse than before

(I'm sorry if this isn't the right sub, hate will be deleted and blocked)

Annoying, hypocritical, false advertising, misleading, bound to cause someone in a Honda passport to try and go bouldering and plow throw through a creek.

(17F)
To sum it up I was raised on the internet watching Minecraft YouTubers, gacha life, etc. It became a coping mechanism to just disappear on the internet as a kid, my parents would always fight and it was my go to so obviously it’s stuck with me. Then I got depressed at like 11 and it got worse and worse i’d just isolate from people, not take care of myself and stay in my room all day. That has literally been my life since forever and I fucking hate it I hate it so bad. I don’t have any real life close friends anymore because I stopped talking to them after secondary school ended and I didn’t make any new ones at my first college course because of my social anxiety so I remained friendless for over 3 months. I kinda just snapped one day and realised how little my life was like i’m stupid as shit, I have no hobbies, no skills, i’m ugly, I’m friendless, mentally ill, so on. I’ve been trying to change it but my town is so little that there’s not really anything to do and I don’t know I just feel stuck. Everytime I try to change my lifestyle I get burnt out, fall back into the routine, notice it, feel depressed, try to change it and it just keeps on repeating repeating repeating. I’ve made one friend in college so far but I can tell she gets annoyed because of how little I speak, my brain is just literally empty and nothing that I like would interest her because what do I like?? I hate everything I used to love like video game and shit because all that time I spent amounted to nothing what the fuck do I do?? I hate myself I just wanna have close friends to do silly shit with i’d do anything for that, I should probably just get a job and work towards moving out of this fuckass country but my sleep schedule is horrible and i’m worried i’ll relapse again fuck I need to stop being a pussy and rip the bandaid off or else i’ll never change but i’m so scared

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She's a bully. She's mean. She's nasty and gross. When I was in elementary and middle school she used to beat me, punch me, whip me with extension cords over the smallest things. Things I've never even done but she never believed me

I admit, I was a weird kid. Didn't have any friends and sometimes other kids would get me in trouble, then the teachers would call my mom. And once I got home I was beaten. Leaving deep welts and big dark bruises. Sometimes I would stay home from school because of that

She's bipolar, and i was the first one to tell her that. And when I did she beat me for that too because I was calling her 'crazy'. But then she got properly diagnosed by her doctor as bipolar soon afterwards

Over time as I've gotten older around high-school things have gotten better. I try and have that mother daughter connection i see most people having because I want that so bad. I was so jealous of other students excited to go home after school because for me, I was dreading home.

Ive tried therapy 3 times but I dont like that. Ive tried moving on from my past and letting go, but wow man. No matter how hard I try I can never forget. Every night I cry about this and her.

Im 22 years old, still living at home with her. Rent free and plus shes paying for my tuition, so I'll give her that. But even to to this day, she hasnt laid a hand on me in several years. Most likely due to her old age. But she'll say and do the meanest things that makes me crash and cry. But God forbid if I say something out of pocket to her about her habits, she'll go crazy and ends up in the hospital as she has done so before 3 times. And then the family blames me

Im just hoping that once I finish college and move out that my life will be at peace. Away from here. Away from her.

My kids fight constantly. Older kid picks on younger kid every second of every day. Younger kid gets frustrated and acts out. They both get in trouble. Younger kid is special needs, older kids thinks younger gets special treatment, the cycle continues.

And I try to explain and separate and give equal one on one time and have natural consequences, but at a certain point... My typical kid has got to stop picking on her sister. They obviously both need to be civil towards each other, but now I need to impose and extra level of, like, understanding and responsibility on to a kid because her sister is different and, yea, things are going to look

different. And I hate it.

I have to parent my kids consistently, but differently, but with the same rules and boundaries, but with different age expectations, and make them both feel valued and important and listened to and equal and it's really, really hard. They are only a year apart. For most of their friends, siblings this close have the same rules and responsibilities, and my oldest is starting to resent that our house is different.

And it sucks

It sucks. I am trying to keep age appropriate rules and chores and whatever with my older child, and foster development in my younger child, and they are both super competitive and up each other's asses all the time, and I am exhausted. I don't have a conclusion. My kids are fighting. The stakes are not equal. This sucks.

This is always something I've been really conflicted on growing up and still even now. You'll have people seemingly over the moon at the idea of small things with you like going to a new coffee shop or playing a video game. A lot of the time it goes as far as making plans and then you just don't hear from them again.

I understand that people have their own lives and things happen but it's every time I think I'm making plans with somebody or making a new friend who says "I'll totally message you!" then leaves you on delivered when you try. I don't know if it's my autism causing me to take things really literally so I think that people are actually going to do things with me but I don't know how to stop taking it to heart.

I try and keep my word with everybody and if I'm really not feeling it then I either won't pretend I really want to do something in the first place or if I have another important commitment or illness then I'll be transparent and apologise. If they want to reschedule then I'll take a few minutes with them to find another good time to do something together.

It's just super confusing and it makes me feel sad a lot that friends don't follow through on their plans with me

I miss feeling human
If I want to eat, I have to be ready to be humiliated. If I want to clean water, I have to be ready to humiliated. I even have to beg for feminine products.
I miss living with dignity.

I understand everyone has their preferences. That is totally fine. Not every person is attractive to every other person. I also understand the internet is kind of awful sometimes.

I've been in a plus size body for maybe 8 years. It's long enough for me to learn to like my own body and find out that some people love it just the way it is. I also happen to enjoy exhibitionism.

And yet. If I want to do something like post nudes for fun (different profile), post an r4r, make a Hinge profile, or do anything that exposes me to men in general, I have to receive so much fucking abuse just to weed through to find the guys I'm looking for. I truly don't understand why it's anyone's business if someone is walking around in a body they don't think is hot!

Messages I've gotten lately include "you're way too demanding for an overweight girl" (because my r4r listed some of my basic preferences in a partner) and "hey useless piggy slut."

I'm just tired and I feel like shit, and it makes me so angry that negative people like this can ruin consensual, fun, online adult activities. Trying to find the fun, or having fun where men generally can see me, opens me up to the meanest messages and it fucking sucks.

I am so hurt, sad and angry. I just feel like life is actually out to take anything good from me. I met someone recently. I'll call her S

Myself and S really hit it off. We had a really strong initial connection. We shared interests in F1. Both had personal experiences we related too and we quickly became close and shared mutual feelings for each other

Calls every day, multiple calls a day, learning about each other. Flirty banter and just felt so great. She even said shes coming to near where i live and said about meeting, I said yes. I was really excited. Today we literally watched the f1 and then called a couple of times, she tells me shes gonna go for dessert and call me back. I go for a shower cus i didn't feel very well and i came back to her not on my phone anymore.

I can't find her. Anywhere. It's confused me. We didn't argue or fight and theres no logical explanation why she would remove me. We literally were talking about finding something to play together this evening.

I feel so hurt. She said she loved me and told me all these things and shes gone like that. My heart aches.

I have spent my entire evening trying to remember her username but most of it is a number combination i can't remember.

I just wanna curl up into a ball and cry and i feel so upset because i wish i could tell her that if she didnt even wanna go forward that i loved every second with her and that i wish there was a way i could. Im so upset.

I 23M have struggled with bad mental health stemming from multiple reasons.

Since graduating college I’ve been through two jobs now on my 3rd which I like but lack confidence in. I have a less than desirable social life. I don’t really have guys hitting me up asking to come over or make plans. I live with my parents which is getting tiring because I want control over my life and space. I however love not paying rent so.

I also have tried to help my health but keep being a lazy piece of shit and not trying to cook. I go to the gym but haven’t in a week now. I’m a 6’5 dude who weighs around 215 with a belly. I have the least confidence ever for a tall guy.

To add to it I’ve been single for over a year and feel like any woman I’m into they don’t even see me. The apps also are a nightmare because the only women that like me I don’t find attractive or they’re really weird. I just feel like a loser honestly. I also had a longtime friend leave me out of the wedding party for his wedding. I got an invite but I’m not going I’m sick of feeling like a burden on people or not cared about.