r/offmychest

My husband and I were married for 9 years, together for 14. In the past ten years, my husband formed an addiction to alcohol. Before we had kids, there were nights he wouldn't come home and would tell me he passed out in a parking lot because he felt unsafe to drive home (doubtful). Things got better during covid when he couldn't go to bars every day. He was still drinking IPAs every night, but at least he was home and not being reckless.

Last year, my husband got laid off from his job. That's when it all started. It took 8 months for my husband to find another job and he was once the breadwinner. He was so lazy about unemployment he would forget to do it for many weeks and I would get no financial assistance at all from him. I broke down many times to him about the stress of paying childcare for two kids and a mortgage by myself. Those two costs alone for our family are $4000/mo (gross times we live in).

What I did not know is that during this time, my husband wasn't just looking for a new job. He was drinking very heavily and hiding it from me. I trusted my husband to pick up and drop off my kids at school because I work an hour away from our home. Until one day I confronted my husband about his drinking.

He's always been a jealous man. I couldn't have guy friends because they're all just out to fuck me, dontchaknow. And his rage was getting out of control. I told him that he needed to get a hold on the drinking or my girls and I were going to have to leave him. He seemed like he was taking me seriously. The drinking slowed. I told him I was so proud of him for how quickly he took action on that. But when I said those words to him, I felt the shame that bounced back from my praise. I knew then that he wasn't telling the whole truth.

One day, my daughter left her backpack in the car, so I went to get it. When I opened the door, the whole car smelled like alcohol. My husband had not been drinking at home, so I looked around to see if there were beer cans in the car. I didn't find any, but as I sniffed around, I realized his coffee cup was full of beer. I approached him, furious, because he was drinking and driving with an open container while picking up my kids from school. He confessed to me that he would sit in his work parking lot and chug cans of beer before driving to get the girls. Then when I would go to sleep at night, he would drink many beers. One night he admitted to drinking 8 beers while I was asleep in bed next to him. I was shocked that he could hide this from me and absolutely furious that he put my kids in danger like that. He broke down and cried that he needed help and I helped him look into rehab. But he never went.

Things did seem to improve, though. I checked our accounts daily to see if he was buying alcohol. He switched to NA beer and that seemed to help a lot.

One day, after my husband and I were done playing a video game together, I was sitting next to him by his computer looking at something. I noticed he got an email from a site called "Chaturbate" while I was sitting there. Nothing about that name seemed innocent, so I did some digging. I was able to guess his login and get access to his account. I found out that this man has been sending thousands of dollars to cam girls online for YEARS. The problem got WORSE when he was laid off from his job.

I approached him about it and he admitted to it. He had to, really. I had all the proof. He stated that he's a sex addict. He even opened a secret credit card that now has a $7000 balance just from paying cam girls. So while he was laid off, I was crying to him constantly about the stress of trying to put food on the table and a house over our heads for our kids, he was sending money to support other people. While he watched us fucking struggle, he continued to choose himself over his family. That hurt me harder than I can explain.

I told him I wanted a divorce. And things have spiraled from there.

Friday, two weeks after separation, still living in the same house: Someone blasts my husband on Facebook for being on a dating site telling people he's looking for a new family while he hasn't even changed his Facebook status or picture. So women start messaging me telling me that my husband is fucking around with other women, thinking that he was just lying about being separated. This was incredibly embarrassing for me because people on my friends list saw it and I had not told many of my friends and family about the divorce yet. So not only did he expose his real self to everyone, but my business was exposed against my will before I was ready to talk about it. And he's just fucking gross. He did not understand what was so wrong about this and, in fact, asked one of our friends if he wanted to see pictures of another girl that he's still talking to on that dating app.

Saturday, our AC breaks in our house and it's 90° outside. We are all sleeping in very minimal clothing. My daughter woke up at some point in the night and I put on more clothing so my husband wouldn't see me half clothed when I checked on her. I went back to bed without taking my clothes back off. As I'm asleep, I feel my covers being lifted from the bottom near my ass. I wake up fully and see that my husband is trying to look at me naked while I'm sleeping. This absolutely disgusted me and has really fucked me up mentally. I woke up and told him to get the fuck out of my room. The next morning I told him if it happened again I would call the cops. He never acknowledged nor denied what he did. But the way it's haunting me at night now is something that I hope will one day go away.

Our realtor also came by on Saturday and told us that we needed to pack our house in the next two weeks to sell it on our target. I have packed every night after I get off of work. I've packed up three rooms now. He has not packed a single thing even though he took the whole week off of work.

To the next woman who has this manchild thrust upon her, I pray that you are wiser than I. He will jump to someone else to be dependent on and baby him so that he never has to face his problems and who he actually is. He is malicious and cruel. I was naive and too trusting. I should have seen the signs but I genuinely believed that he worshipped me and trusted him that he wouldn't hurt me.

I'm an idiot. So is he. Don't let yourself be made a fool of too.

I’m a Muslim man who works for my family’s business in a predominantly Jewish area. Most of our customers are Jewish, and I genuinely have nothing against Jewish people or any other group. They have no idea I’m Muslim.

What’s been difficult for me is hearing the things some customers openly say about Muslims, Islam, and people from the Middle East when they assume nobody around them is Muslim. Some of the comments honestly shock me. I’ve never experienced this kind of casual prejudice so directly before. Outside of work it is easy to handle these situations because I’m not afraid of losing customers.

The strange part is that these same people are kind to me personally because they don’t know I’m Muslim. I’ve never told most customers because I honestly feel like some of them would stop coming back if they knew.

It creates this weird feeling where I spend all day serving and talking to people who might completely view me differently if they knew who I was.

I’m not posting this to attack anyone or start arguments. I’m just wondering if anyone else has experienced something similar — feeling accepted personally, while hearing people speak negatively about a group you belong to when they think nobody from that group is around.

Me (M35) and my wife have decided to move abroad with our kids, and honestly I feel kinda shit after telling my family.

We live in a small town in southern Italy. My wife is from Northern Europe and she has really struggled here. Like, really struggled. She hasn’t managed to integrate much, she feels isolated, and I can see how much it’s been weighing on her.

And if I’m being completely honest, I’m not happy here either. I feel stuck. There’s not much for me in this town, not many opportunities, and I don’t want my kids growing up feeling like the world is smaller than it actually is.

This wasn’t a random decision. We spent almost a year thinking about it, talking about it, doubting ourselves, feeling guilty, then coming back to the same conclusion. We’re moving to a country where we already lived before, so it’s not like we’re just running away to some fantasy place. We know what life is like there, and we genuinely believe our kids will have a better future there. I also think me and my wife will be better parents if we’re not constantly unhappy and stressed.

The hard part is that my kids are my parents’ only grandchildren.

I knew telling them would be painful. I wasn’t expecting them to celebrate or anything. My dad was sad, but he tried to understand. My mom basically shut down and barely said a word. My sister got really angry and told me I’m selfish, that I don’t care about family, and that I’m taking away the only real joy my parents have.

And that hurt. A lot.

Because I get it. I really do. My parents love my kids deeply, and I know the distance will hurt them. I know they’re getting older. I know this isn’t easy.

But nobody really asked why. Nobody asked how my wife is doing. Nobody asked how I’m doing. Nobody asked what kind of future we want for our children. It immediately became about my parents’ pain, my parents’ happiness, and how guilty I should feel.

It’s like our reasons didn’t matter. Like our mental health didn’t matter. Like the life we’re trying to build for our kids is less important than keeping everyone else comfortable.

I’m not trying to cut my parents out. I’m not trying to punish anyone. We’ll visit, video call, send pictures, do everything we can to keep them involved. I want my kids to have a relationship with their grandparents.

But I also don’t think we should stay in a place that makes us unhappy just so other people don’t have to feel sad.

Still, now I feel awful. I feel selfish. I feel guilty. And part of me is angry that they made me feel this way when this decision was already hard enough.

I just needed to get this off my chest.

So I was with my Ex for 10 years. High School relationship that just lasted. He turned 30, woke up one day and literally said “I want kids” after being so very very Child Free with me the entire time. It’s like a switch went off in his head.

So we broke up, I took my dog and moved into a 2 bedroom Townhouse. It’s great, Pup and I love it.

So I’d never been on the dating apps before so jumped on Hinge, Bumble and Tinder. I made each profile different to see what came of each. I had 3 dates lined up in 2 weeks. 2 went great, ended up a makeout sesh with each and the 3rd turned into me going back to his for some fun. I’m always a safe sex person and he agreed which put me at ease (I’ve heard horror stories). So we do the deed and he’s IN there and finished and goes to pull out and no johnny. It’s still in me. I’m laughing hysterically and he’s freaking out and I had to get his help to fish it out. I ended up going home for obvious reasons and later he sent me $30 for the morning after pill and blocked me from everything.

I just think it’s a hilarious encounter but he was clearly mortified 😂😂

My coworker has a slight problem relating to his hygiene.

Multiple times I've heard him proudly tell half the office hes found this amazing shortcut to morning showers.

"Just use a baby wipe, maybe two if you wanna be anal about it"

You smell like an anus yourself, I mean you'd turn an atheist into a Christian, they'd be praying 3x a day.

The smell that lingers in the break room is genuinely the only scent that perfectly imitates what depression feels like.

Every time you speak to me, a waft of God fucking knows what, comes flying into my nostrils.

I have to do the fucking moonwalk to avoid the repulsive pellets of pure misery and despair exiting your mouth every time you speak to me.

Lethal injection? No need. Bring him into the room and they'll be dead in seconds.

HR must have some sort of humiliation kink, for other people, because how on earth your filthy, grotesque, vile, decrepit and decaying ass hasn't been fired yet, is beyond me.

Joe, hair is supposed to separate, it's not meant to be one singular cube of dead skin and cat piss.

Wash ur ass man. God.

hi im f24 living currently with my bf m28 and i cant do it anymore. i cant keep doing this with him. i dont know why i continued this relationship when i have seen so many red flags.

i just kept continuing. i got into this relationship after being in one for 3 1/2 years, literally 3 months after.

i’ve been in this relationship for 3 1/2 years (will be in june) and im planning my escape.

i’ve been waiting too long to pull the trigger and it’s just it’s the worst time for me to be doing this now but i feel like i have no choice.

we have two trips coming up. basically for him and im just tagging along as his girlfriend. i paid for one trip he paid for the other. i paid $1300 for a roundabout plan about and he paid approximately the same for one week stay with a group of his friends at some cabin.

i was thinking about giving him two months rent (which is $900) and i would pay utilities this month (as usuall lmao) i would split the tickets, cancel mine and give him his

see number one reason why i want to leave him is because he won’t get a full time job. he wants to buy a house with me as i would have a full time job, who do you think the bank is going to rely on more? he says he won’t get a full time job because he enjoys his free time.. meanwhile i did have an 8-5 all day job, remote. but i was stuck on a headset all day, listening to angry customers. and just when all i wanted was a break, i would see him downstairs just eating, sprawled out, enjoying his fucking time. while he works an 5am -9am job

i have finally figured it out tho. i can be angry all i want but i can’t change someone. he has had his job for 5 years, i did have my job for 3 years. he loves his job and he wouldn’t leave it if he wouldn’t want to

i did quit my job just recently in march. mentally, i couldn’t do it anymore. i couldn’t deal with the phone calls, i cant deal with this life i have living here.

it’s time to get out. im ready and going to stay single for a very very long time.

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Hello everyone,
I am writing from Gaza. Life here has become extremely difficult. Prices are very high, there is almost no electricity, and many families are struggling every single day just to get basic needs.

I am not writing this for pity, only to share a small part of what people here are living through. Sometimes even a kind message or someone listening can make a difference.

I hope for peace, safety, and a better future for everyone suffering because of war. Thank you to anyone who reads this and keeps Gaza in their prayers. ❤️

Yesterday, I was watching a football match at a bar with a friend. We went outside during halftime and when we sat back down, I suddenly started sweating like hell, felt incredibly dizzy, my vision started turning black and my hearing became more and more dampened. I interrupted my friend as he was talking and asked him to get me a glass of water. I didn't feel better drinking it so we went outside I just tried to rush out as quickly as I could because I knew I'd just collapse any second and didn't want that to happen inside with so many eyes watching. I barely got out the door when my legs gave in and I collapsed somewhat controlled and sat down right in front of the door. It got better with the cold air outside, my friend got me a chocolate bar and I got clearer and clearer.

What happened yesterday didn't scare me, although it could have been really bad had it happened when I was alone and standing up. I'm generally in great physical health. This has happened in my life like 6-7 times, although the last time was probably like 9 years ago. In school, I once just dropped while standing up. Back then I got tested for everything and nothing was found.

The last couple of years have been hell for me. I'm 31 and feel like a complete loser. I have decent education, even some money but am unemployed at the moment. My mental health is absolute fucked and I basically just suffer all day, looking back at my shitty lonely life and seeing no future for myself. Of course, my body made me do the things necessary to feel better yesterday instead of just letting it happen, but honestly, I wouldn't have been sad if that would just have been it yesterday. I wouldn't have had to do it myself, no guilt, no fear, no trauma on the person who finds me, just an ambulance being called to a bar...

I'm married to a woman that I love above everything else. She's perfect for me and I can't imagine myself being with someone else ever. I also never wanted a family with anyone else. And I've known many-many women. She has two kids from previous marriage though. We tried a third one, but it won't happen. I love them regardless, show up for them, take care of them. Homework, sport activities, walks, bike rides, I'm up for everything. They call me dad. I consider them to be my kids and my responsibility and will never leave them. I renovated her country house, her flat. Moved in with them. Money is a non-factor for me, I just want them to have the best.

But I cant shake off the feeling that this life was not meant for me. I'm just a convenient coincidence, a glitch in a system. She chose different man for this. I waited for her. He didn't care, leeched off her. She gave him car, bought watches, expensive clothing, cared for him. And he was just along for the ride for as long as it was convenient to him. When he wanted more control in their relationships she got rid of him. Yet I will never amount to anything that he achieved with her. So here I am: bound to my family but also not really a part of it. Unable to live without them, but also unable to live a true full life. Forever a second place after him. Even if I had the whole world at my feet. I guess I should feel blessed, but it all feels like the Universe playing a bad joke on me.

I’m 20m and as the title says my dick doesn’t seem to be able to keep up. Like seriously every morning I have thoughts of having sex no matter what. I did just jerkoff every time but it won’t go away. Like after a couple of minutes after I’m done I’m horny again, sometimes I do manage to ignore it and distract my self with school, work or my Xbox , but even then i tend to get horny right after. To the point where I’m horny but my dick it’snt hard or I’m only getting semis down there.

posted here not too long ago saying i rekindled with an ex from six years ago.

he was insistent on continuing to see me, the day after our date he was going to the gym - he invited me along so we went. we had a lot of fun and i ended up staying over at his house, we didn’t have sex, just cuddled and watched a movie before sleeping.

over the next few days he was basically hanging out with me all the time whenever we weren’t working, he was dropping me off to work and picking me up for us to hangout again. it was super nice until about a day or two ago.

we finally had sex. it went fine, i enjoyed myself and so did he, enough to warrant a few more times after the first. i stayed over and he dropped me to work the next day as usual. throughout the day though i noticed he was a lot more distant, i just asked him outright if he wasn’t feeling things anymore and he told me that he’s fine to keep sleeping together but doesn’t want a relationship with me.

it just felt like a punch to the gut, especially seeing as he was super open about talking about this getting serious for him and how he didn’t realise he had missed me when we weren’t talking for those six years.

it just feels super lame. i feel like such an object constantly. i either get led on with the idea of a relationship building for them to dip once they get what the want (their dick wet fml.) or at most i’m the girl they’ll makeout with at parties and while intoxicated they’ll tell me they’ve either never felt this way, or that they want to see me more outside of the party setting to just tell me it’s not what they’re after.

i’m so tired of only being lusted over. i’m truely convinced the problem is me and i just can’t ever be proper girlfriend material.

EDIT: thank all of you for your support and advice. i didn’t expect this post to gain so much traction but waking up and seeing people offer their own takes, their own experiences and just kind words is amazing. i can’t reply to every comment right now (screw having to get ready for work) but i see all of you. thank you all.

a few years ago me (now 17M) and my classmate were the only 2 boys in our class and teachers would make us sit next to each other. he was a nice guy at first but then he would start talking about his crush in a very sexual way, so i alerted his crush about it but she didn't really care. he then started talking about raping ALL the girls in class and describing his sexual fantasies in detail to me even when i was begging him to shut up. teachers, classmates, and even the police never cared about my complaints at all.

in fact the girls from our class simply defended him and called me out for "allowing it to happen" and "you called us slurs" (when i never did). i lost a lot of my close friends at this time.

now fast forward a few years till a few months ago, almost none of my school friends were my friends anymore and turned out that the guy was arrested for raping one of my classmates. rather than blaming him, they all shifted their focus on me saying "its all your fault", "you didn't warn us", "you're just as bad as the murderers of junko furuta" (and basically just comparing me and all other men to criminals and rapists). they complained to the principal about me and i was completely isolated and literally even missing out on some of my school classes. their parents called my personal phone number and sent me death threats and told me to "never look at them again" and even tried filing a police report against me for sexual harassment of minors.

they were also the "popular girls" with 1k followers on instagram who knew basically everybody in my city and even my mutuals got the news that "i am a criminal". my parents were mad at me for being involved all, all my friends blocked me, teachers started treating me poorly, my grades fell by 8%, insomnia and depression all got worse, and my first love who i liked for 4 years who almost started dating me started ignoring me until she eventually blocked me because she wouldn't accept the fact that i was telling the truth. she was not friends with my classmates previously but now she is, and all they do is talk about my "crimes" together. (i think this part hurt the most)

for the past 2 months i have had no social life and all i do is play video games and listen to music in bed. i have nobody to talk to at all. i have a lot of suicidal tendencies and feel like throwing up whenever i go outside. i feel anxious in the shower, barely eat and i have small dreams about murdering people almost every day even when i doze of for 30 minutes. i feel no motivation to exercise, smile or do anything in general. therapy has kind of helped but it doesn't have much of an impact. i just feel betrayed by people who i thought loved me. i sometimes really wish i never told anybody about him and just stayed quiet.

My boyfriend (M23) and me (F23) like to take edibles every weekend and get high, it’s just a nice little wind down from the week. But a couple weeks ago we were high and we were on the couch watching a movie and he started getting sleepy, and that’s pretty normal when we get high is that he’ll get REALLY tired near the end of the night. He started getting sleepy so I turned to him and said goodnight and tried to kiss him but he didn’t try to kiss me back, I did have jellybeans in my mouth so that could’ve been why but it made me feel bad nonetheless. I then told him I love you and he turned away and started mumbling and he said “maybe I love you maybe I don’t, maybe I cheated on you maybe I didnt”, and just for clarification I have a higher tolerance for weed than he does so when I get high I feel it but I’m still pretty coherent so I heard and remember everything he said. I thought his comment was very strange and I started to freak out a little bit, he then sat in silence for like 10 seconds and then he said “I cheated on you and I’m sorry”. I was completely shocked, so shocked that I literally made him say it again and he did say it again super clearly so I started really freaking out and going off on him. He then sat straight up and he was like “I didn’t say that!” And I was like you literally just did! And he kept saying how he didn’t say that and then turned into an argument and completely ruined my high and then I started crying because I could not believe it. Once I started crying he told me he would leave me alone for awhile and he went in our bedroom and went to bed, I bawled my eyes out the entire night and slept on the couch. The next morning he came out to talk to me and I was just so destroyed about the whole situation and we ended up getting into another argument and I felt like he just wasn’t listening to me and was gaslighting me. I even told him I would like him to take a lie detector test but all he said was those aren’t super accurate and it would possibly read something I wouldn’t like. It got to the point where he got so mad that he started crying and making me feel bad and saying how he’s so over me accusing him of cheating. Also for clarification I got cheated on in my last relationship so cheating is a very touchy subject for me and he knows that. I’m a big empath so I did try to console him because I’ve never seen him be so upset like that. We both calmed down a little and talked it out more peacefully but deep down I just kept thinking he was still gaslighting me.

It’s been a couple weeks now and we seem to be good and Ive tried to put it in the past but I just always have in the back of my mind that he has cheated on me and is just refusing to tell me. I would just really like some advice or just a third opinion on this because I’m so sick of this weighing on my mind constantly.

I’m so tired of social media. Im so tired of them. I hate influencers. How am i 21 years old and suffering and some people make videos and get paid millions. I’m tired of consumerism. I’m so done with this world. They’re so out of touch . They pmo

Throwaway for obvious reasons, but I need to get this off my chest because it still blows my mind every single day.

When I was a little kid (like 5-10 years old), home was rough. My parents were volatile. There was a lot of yelling, hitting, and neglect. After the worst nights I’d hide in my room, crying, trying not to make noise. That’s when I made up my imaginary friend. She was this colorful clown with dark short brown hair almost like a pixie, big warm smile, oversized polka-dot clothes, and the kindest eyes. She wasn’t scary at all. She was silly and comforting. She’d do little dances, tell me dumb jokes, and promise that one day things would get better and I’d be safe. She was basically my only “friend” during those years.

I eventually outgrew her as things at home got a little more stable and I started making real friends in middle school. I hadn’t thought about her in years.

Fast forward to high school, first day of the school. I walk in and nearly drop my backpack. Standing in the front row is a girl who looks like she stepped straight out of my childhood imagination. Same short dark brown hair, when she smiled, same warm eyes. She even had this colorful, quirky style, bright fun patterns and lots of colorful accessories that felt exactly like something she would wear. I stared like an idiot until we both made eye contact.

We became friends fast. She was sunshine in human form. She was goofy, kind, endlessly optimistic. The kind of person who makes terrible puns just to make you groan-laugh. After a few months of hanging out (and me low-key having a huge crush on her), we started dating, only after did I find out she had had a crush on me too since the first time she saw me. 

We’ve been together almost a while now. She’s my best friend, my biggest supporter, and recently we've been talking about getting married. We’re planning for our wedding in a few years.

It still kinda gives me chills that she looks uncannily like the imaginary clown I invented to survive my worst childhood days. Same face shape, same hair texture and color, same smile, same energy, it’s eerie how close it is.

I don’t know if it’s a crazy coincidence, some weird manifestation thing, or just the universe having a sense of humor. All I know is that the girl who comforted me when I was a broken kid somehow found her way into my real life and saved me all over again.

I haven't brought it up to her and I don't want to weird her out, but I'm starting to wonder if I should mention it.

Thanks for reading. Feels good to finally tell this story.

Tonight I found out that I have contracted hsv-2 (herpes). I'm absolutely devastated and I feel so incredibly alone.

Aside from the painful physical impacts, the fact that I've been bedridden this whole week, the social stigma, and alll the things that come with this new addition to my life, it it causing me to have serious questions about how I continue my exploration in the kink world.

I have been heavily involved in the kink community of my city for the past year and a half, ranging from explorations in BDSM interpersonally to play parties and orgies. I became especially enamored with the play party world, where I've met a ton of friends, friends with benefits, and have even hosted some of my own.

But now I'm wondering how I'll continue this part of my life that seems so integral to who I am. I have to be responsible and disclose to new partners. At a party with 100 different naked people that just doesn't seem appropriate. It almost feels like it would be disrespectful to go to one of those events with hsv-2, even with mandatory protection.

So now I just stop? It seems so abrupt. Ironically enough, I met the individual I believe gave it to me at a play party. He had been my consistent play partner for MONTHS. We attended these parties together. He was a good friend to me and the sex was incredible. Now I'm angry. I don't know if I'll be able to continue our sexual relationship.

Maybe this is a message from the universe to stop. There are definite cons to beng involved with this stuff. I do center sex in my life. I've never really dated, never experienced romantic love. I think I know deep down that a lot of these relationships I've cultivated from the kink world are somewhat surface level, built on lust first and understanding last. I know that a lot of the validation that I get will vanish once these partners know that I'm "not clean."

So really maybe that's what I'm grieving. And it took a herpes diagnoses for me to finally see it.

Today I reached 500 days of sobriety from smoking after nearly a decade of being a self-proclaimed stoner.

This is a massive accomplishment and I hope to keep going!! Thank you for letting me share.

Half of the conversations are me explaining simple terms and simple fucking history. I cant start a topic without having to explain a concept first so that we can continue and i cant even finish the foundational explanation because they get so fucking defensive about it. They assume you are calling them dumb or likening them to the thing you are explaining. They are genuinely too fucking stupid to realize that when I bring up ww2 or imperialism im not saying anything about your morality. Im explaining simple things that happened in the past in order for you to understand the modern day event im trying to have a fucking conversation about. But I cant get to that conversation because u dont even know the fucking meaning of simple words like " extradition" or what the function of a branch of goverment is. Or the fact that chihuahua is a fucking state in Mexico. So now I have to do 10 minutes on the meaning of extradition and how it applies to our conversation and I have to dumb it down to terms you understand and I also have to be careful to not offend you because you are too fucking dumb to realize not everything is about you. And I have to be careful to not hit an insecurity because we both know that im significantly more knowledgeable about the subject, not smarter, just more knowledgeable. But I cant admit it. And its not even one person in my life its multiple people. I think the people around me have a learning disadvantage or didnt have a good educational foundation so half the things I say is just me talking into the void. And I know how much of an asshole I sound like rn okay, but I think I should be able to have a conversation were I dont have to explain the meaning of affluent or the fucking history of ww1 and ww2 from the start in order for you to understand me. And honestly it wouldnt fucking bother me so much because I love talking about history and explaining concepts to people but if you are going to get defensive and not even let me finish one fucking sentence before you start cutting me off and saying things like " its my opinion" when what we are talking about is events that happened and your opinion has jack shit to do with it then im going to get frustrated and mad. LIKE HOLY FUCK! And then they always bring up the Bible. And im Christian and I belive the Bible is real and its a living word but that doesnt change what happened and what is happening now and how its all connected. I really do think they are too stupid to even understand what im trying to say. Or actually saying. Like why tf did I just explaining what Ai is and how it works and what it does to the environment only for you to tell me that it doesnt matter cause the end times will happen no matter what. Im sorry I dont think ur just supposed to let it happen maybe try to learn a thing or two before you wash your hands of the responsibility. And say that you cant escape Revelations. But I cant say that cause then it means im calling you a bad person or stupid and ur going to do whatever you want anyway, because? Oh that's right, its your opinion. Do you know how many times I have to say " that's not what I said" a fucking day???? My friends and family are too fucking stupid and I dont understand because we all went to the same fucking school. I can excuse the homeschooled one and the one that dropped out in middle school. But I cant for the ones that graduated with me or the ones that even went to college and still dont know what the CIA is. Fuck

I am heterosexual and I wholeheartedly support the right for anyone to be who they want to be. I have zero issue with anyone in the LGBTQ+ community and cheer with y’all from the sidelines.

I started a job in a rural city at a small healthcare office as a provider. The owner is another provider who is on medical leave, and there is one other provider in the office that works on the days I don’t. We overlap for one afternoon so I have met her before. She seems like a nice person, although we haven’t really spoken much.

We recently started looking for support staff because one is retiring soon and we need a replacement.
First applicant that comes in for a working interview has some facial and neck tattoos, which I can understand be potentially frowned upon with our office setting and generally more conservative clientele. This applicant is also gay and married.

I met this individual on Monday and found him to be a very pleasant person with lots of potential for the role. Great towards clients, asked lot of questions, took notes, really seemed eager to learn.
Everyone else in the office (7 others) really liked him too.
My coworker also met him briefly and I overhead him tell my coworker about his husband. Their encounter seemed very cordial.

Fast forward to today, I am told we won’t be hiring that person because my coworker thought he was unprofessional with clients (not anything any other person witnessed), coworker is also uncomfortable around him, and also that she refused to come into the office if he was going to be there.
She ended up calling out the second day he came in which threw the whole office in disarray.

Since the boss is on leave, she received a text from the coworker saying she did not want to work with that person. When offered as a solution for him to come in only on the days she is out, the coworker refused and did not want him even in the building (even if she wasn’t there).
She gave the boss and ultimatum. “Me or him” situation.
As my coworker is a long time standing employee, it was no shock that the boss decided to keep searching for more help.

I am disappointed in my boss for her decision (I don’t know her well but heard she does not share the same sentiment as the coworker) but understand why she decides as such.
My coworker and I don’t have a huge connection together, but I honestly feel disappointed that I even have to work with someone filled with such negative views. I am not sure if it was the tattoos or the fact that he was gay (leaning more to this as I learned she is very religious).
I don’t mind having differing views on anything, but this is a healthcare facility and I do believe differences like this should be set aside. I am not even sure how she’d react if she met a gay person as a client.
I normally try to befriend my coworkers since I work in very small offices. I will have to work and communicate with my coworker over time and while I can still stay very professional, this situation will always be in the back of my mind.
I’m not sure how to personally navigate this and just wanted to just rant about it.

Almost 2 weeks ago, I went shopping. Got mainly staple foods like chicken, beans, rice, ETC. Where I diverted from the usual process was when I got a good look at grocery proces. Goddamn, they were high as heck. So, I decided I had enough of relying on dubiously processed, pre-packaged snacks, and that I'd instead buy *healthy ingredients* to make *healthy food*. What a dick.

So here I am, eating a giant salad with chicken, squash, and other bits and bobs which is admitedly pretty delicious. That said, I was like 45 bites in and still hungry. Crazy. Lame. Bullshieeieueieit. I was starving, and after like 45 minutes of effort (prep and chewing like a goat), I can't tell if I'm full or just tired of chewing.

Now, let us consider the noble cheeseburger. It's like 20 bites, maximum, and it only takes up to the 4th bite to feel full. It's small, heck, you could put it in your pocket if you wanted to, and it gives so much more energy. The cheeseburger really is peak efficiency.