I'm Like A Virgin Losing A Child Puns

tell you how much of a loser liar thieving piece of shit cûnt you are! Enjoy my inheritance too because you obviously need it more than I do. You're the devil you make Mommy Dearest look like mother of the year. You make me sick and disgust me. How and why you didn't die first amazes me. I really hope you see this. You love stalking me so much so maybe I'll get lucky. You're a pathetic waste. You had no problem calling me a whore but since your golden child has a baby out of wedlock she's not? You've always said mothers who have kids out of wedlock are whores. I have not one child to my name. And that's partially because I would never curse my children with any of your genes you sick twisted fuck. I can't wait to print out your obituary and fap off to it.

It's almost like some kind of hyper vigilance but against myself.

EDIT: Wow, I had no idea that so many others felt this way. Unfortunately I don't have the energy to answer all of the comments but I've read through them all. I'm so sorry that ya'll have to go through this but I'm also deeply grateful of this community and having people that I can relate to, it means the world <3

I don’t want to tell anyone how fucked I am cause I don’t want them to worry so I have no one to tell how I’m feeling so here Reddit, your the only people I can tell, I don’t mind if no one responds or anything, it’s just a way of getting this weight off my chest, I hope anyone else in a similar situation is ok

This post will sound stupid, but basically I have never kissed or done anything with a girl. However, I don’t want to just have a random hookup, I’d ideally want to do any of this with a girl I trust.

I don’t know that many girls at college, and the fact that I’m average if not below average doesn’t really help my odds. And the fast pace of college relationships is too stressful for me since I go to a pretty tough school.

On the other hand, I did want to try to have a summer fling with a friend that I don’t talk to a lot now but used to be semi-close with. But there’s a chance that I could destroy the friendship completely, and I don’t like burning bridges.

I really don’t know what to do. A girlfriend is too much pressure on top of schoolwork, but I also don’t want to lose a friend, or remain a kissless virgin well into my twenties. Any advice?

There’s this guy that I’ve been talking to and that I really like, he recently asked me if I would have sex with him and I said yes because I want to also. However I am a virgin and 18 and am really scared about becoming pregnant, I’ve already got condoms but I can’t afford birth control or plan b. Am I just over thinking things and everything will be fine? Or are there other precautions to take to make sure I don’t get pregnant? Help me out reddit

Firstly, the reason we're using a donor is because, I have a genetic mutation in my sperm (Y chromosome deletion) that leads to infertility.

Either way, I was fine and I assumed she'd want to pick a donor similar ethnicity to me.

However, my ethnicity has always been a problem for her. She doesn't like India (can't say that I blame her), hates the caste system, the Indian culture of pushing people into narrow education fields, arranged marriages, the general corruption of the people etc.

She loves me, but sometimes resents the fact how people view her as she's married to an Indian. Now I'm not bad looking, I'm a bodybuilder, did modeling before, DJ, I'm a great Latin dancer (kinda how we met). But my main career is a being a data scientist and many times she says people see her as the woman who married some Indian geek. That's until they get to know me.

An example she brings up a lot is her friend, she married a black soccer player. She says whenever her friend tells people about her husband people assume she's this cool girl who bagged the athlete, while my wife is the one who married the geek.

Of course I have a huge fucking issue and complex over this now. But I do understand, I just hate that she doesn't feel proud on her own of me. To me it sounds very immature and highschool like.

That said, my wife is brilliant and extremely attractive. She's got an amazing body, has a high powered career, often makes more than me due to her bonus. She's very wise and mature and genuinely loves me. Hell she just spent months trying to hunt down the best breeders for a dog I've always wanted. She even made trips to see the dogs parents etc. Very very sweet of her.

She has legit told me that she hates that I'm Indian, she loves me, is very attracted to me, but doesn't like being associated with Indians. Yes it's kinda racist, but the reasons she laid out explain her prejudice is more against the culture rather than the people. She thinks Priyanka chopra is one of the most gorgeous women alive.

So naturally, she says if it wasn't me fathering her children she wouldn't want to have half Indian kids. I get that.

So the sperm donor hunt settled on a Latino men, dark skinned ones mainly.

So my question is, if I could have impregnated her, our kids wouldn't have looked Indian, but there's a high chance they would have some resemblance to me. Using a donor, the only thing they may have similar to me it's their skin complexion.

I'm worried they come out looking

If I’m losing my players should rush to the net to retrieve the ball for a quick restart. Only celebrate when I’m equalizing or leading, not when I’m still behind. Who is with me on this one?

I'm in the US, and while we can argue all day about how ethical or unethical some of the federal mandates, or lack thereof in reference to leave are, most employers will gladly make arrangements to allow you some leave if you experience a sudden loss, especially if it's a small local company where employees are seen more as family than assets.

With that being said, my dad was having his grease trap pumped the other day at his restaurant, trying to make casual conversation with the pumping guy my dad asking him a general "how's your day going?" to which the man replied "eh, just the same old, my son died yesterday so I'm just keepin' on" my dad didn't know what to say but managed to muster out "why are you working man? What happened?" The guy proceeded to explain his son had been doing some work at his house and fell off his ladder, breaking his neck. My dad wished him well and told him he really should consider taking a break.

I realize nobody truly can say how they'd react in a situation like this, but it seems so strange that the day after, within 24 hours, this man can just pick up like nothing happened? Is this normal? Or could this be indicative of something more sinister?

The way my thoughts are racing and jumping it feels like I’m living in 3 timelines at once and it’s getting to affect me deeply

Hi all! The other day I posted on here (different account, on a new one for anonymity) asking for advice about the impending end to my 2 years NC with JNMIL. I got some great advice, and honestly it was nice to be able to rant about my struggles with her and to get positive feedback. So I’ve decided to write about some of my past drama with JNMIL to finally get it all off my chest! Sorry about format, on cell. Oh and TL;DR at the end!

So my DH decided to join the navy when he turned 20 and I was 18 and about to graduate high school. We were together through high school and honestly hadn’t spent more that a week or two apart since I was around 14. All of this to say that yes, I was only a girlfriend but we had been in each others lives for a good bit. Which is a relevant point later.

DH is leaving to go to boot camp and we (JNMIL & family, me, a few of DH friends) are all sending him off with a dinner out. There are some tears, we say good by and I ride home with JNMIL. When she drops me off home she hugs me and says she’s thankful I’m in DH’s life. In the 5 years I had know JNMIL she never hugged me, so I felt it was the beginning to a new start. But I was soooooo wrong.

When DH was gone at boot camp I wrote him letters frequently and was so excited to get the occasional phone call. After what seemed like FOREVER to my dramatic teenage brain, I finally got a call from him to discuss his graduation. I was informed only four people could physically be in the room to watch him graduate. DH told me it would be Me, my JYM, JNMIL, and BIL. I told him that was great and my mom would love to be there. Through the years she has always taken the role of second mother to DH and has always supported him. Well JNMIL threw a FIT. She said she couldn’t believe DH would invite his girlfriend over his own family and she already booked ticket for DH’s aunt to come with JNMIL and BIL so we would just have to figure it out. DH said me and JYM were absolutely coming, but in order to avoid drama my mom said she didn’t mind not physically being in the room.

I ended up sitting alone through the whole graduation. Then once my husband was finally allowed to leave and spend time with everyone, JNMIL actually acted as though me and my mother were not present! She didn’t look or speak to us! We all met up at a pizza place and every time I would try to talk to DH, my JNMIL would grab his arm and loudly ask a question over me while I was actively talking. It happened so many

Throwaway because this is really fucking me up right now and I need to talk about it without sounding like a schizophrenic who’s watched one too many Disney movies on my main account.

I like to look out my window at night and I just saw a tiny glowing person with wings fly past my pine tree and I’m really not coping with this information very well. I wish I was a drug addict or actual schizophrenic right now because then I’d have a logical explanation for this.

Edit: It was glowing too bright to make out any details as specific its skin color or facial features. Its glow was white, I’m 85% sure it was naked, it was very human-like it had bug wings and it was around the side of an iPhone.

Edit2: Okay, I’ve had some time to calm down and while I’m still not feeling 100% after that experience, I’ve been thinking it over and a few things are starting to make a lot more sense. Every night I see small, normally hardly noticeable flashes of white light around the yard at night and explanations have always ranged from neighbor screwing around, to just seeing a lightening bug from the corner of my eye. Considering they occur even when my neighbor is out of town and I have still yet to see a lightening bug that glows white or that brightly, I guess fairies are the only answer I can come up with. I’ve also felt someone touch me when no one is there, and I’ve always felt watched whenever I walk around my yard but figured I was just being paranoid.

I was a heavy drug user in high school and that led me to spending some time in a 12 step program from the ages of 17-24. I even stayed on the straight and narrow the whole time. I worked my ass off in college and got into a top tier graduate program. Through drinking too much and working too little, I ended up leaving my phd program with a masters degree and have been working in sales for a few years. I have a girlfriend that I live with and co-own a house. I have been a drinker for a while now but don't go off the rails too often. Sunday morning I woke up drunk from the night before and met a buddy for a boozy lunch. I blacked out but took a lyft home and was too drunk to get my key in the door. I couldn't walk and ended up sleeping in the driveway for a bit. To punish myself, I watched my nest cam video. It was fucking embarrassing. My girlfriend wanted me to move out. I've tried quitting before but it never sticks. I hate feeling like this so much. I'm just setting myself up to lose what I've built. I was super unproductive at work yesterday and don't want to be reprimanded.

BUT the light at the end of the tunnel is that I know community can help. I was sober yesterday and don't plan on drinking today. I have an appointment with my therapist tomorrow. I really, really need to be able to look back at this post and remember how much pain I was in. I know things can get better.

Just venting. I’m on day two and like 4th attempt to stop cold turkey this year. The fog of conscience is there but it’s not as strong as it is on the first day. I feel like I’m thinking more clearly or am able to control the cravings better. I hate that when I slip or something, it almost feels like I’m insane because I’m doing it while telling myself that I need to stop. And it’s like, who am I?

I started IF on June 23. Since then I’ve lost 25 pounds and emotionally feel great. However I’m just so damn tired all the time. I can get things done in the morning but once 3-4:00 roll around I’m desperate for a nap and just feel lethargic. I’m just hoping that my body is still adjusting to 48 years of stuffing my face whenever I wanted to. I’ve really limited sugars too, so I’m hoping to get out of this funk. Even my friends have said “you’re just not you!” Anyone else have an IF hangover?

So, if you wanna know some context for this post you can read my last two posts I've put here about my mom being homeless. Long story short, my mom is still in a hotel. Social services have changed their minds about paying my family back for hotel fees. And my family refuses to listen to anything I say.

They refuse to be honest with my mom's psychiatrist because they don't want to offend my mom and make her embarrassed (she has schizophrenia, she doesn't feel emotion). They refuse to take my mom to the ER and try to get her admitted, because they think it's easier to just let my mom sit in a shitty hotel alone while they all waste hundreds of dollars trying to feed her. This has been going on 2.5 weeks and it looks like we're in it for the long haul.

I left the group chat today. I had to take a step back. Every update was just the same shit. This apartment has no suites available. This apartment has no suites available. This apartment is too expensive. This carehome has no suites available. Disability housing waitlist is months long. Blah blah blah blah blah. It makes me so fucking irrationally angry. I'm 4 hours away. Get in a car, drive 5 minutes to the hotel, pick up my mom, and take her to the ER saying she should be admitted. It's that simple. If they don't admit her, go back and get the police involved. Keep trying. Because this is absolutely ridiculous.

If you were homeless and severely chronically physically and mentally ill would you rather: a) stay in a hospital where you get a balanced diet everyday and nurses to help you, or b) stay in a shitty hotel with dirty needles outside and eat Kraft Dinner, Subway, and KFC everyday completely alone?

It's a trick question. Because you wouldn't know what's best for you because you're schizophrenic and your brain is completely fried from dozens of rounds of electroshock therapy in the 90s. And now your psychiatrist put you on another high dosage antipsychotic on top of your other meds so you can barely get out a sentence.

Right after I left the group chat, my brother (who says nothing in the chat, just lurks because he's way too busy to deal with this stuff) asked why I left. I told him it was way too overwhelming so I took a step back. My brother said k, I respect that, and I'll have your back if they start saying anything about it. Because apparently my brother is the only fucking sane person in my family.

I called my great aunt (who raised me) about all of this. I politely asked her if she could m