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i was proposed to but there are a lot of red flags and i’m really having some doubts. for starters it was an impulse proposal and i wouldn’t have wanted my engagement photos where i was dressed the way i was. he let me leave the house looking like absolute shit and only posted the ugliest photo. the other photos i don’t have a double chin. other girls have best friends that take them to do nails and secretly get them ready. a female friend was there and knew and didn’t do anything to help me with my appearance beforehand. he bought the rings there. i don’t know if he thinks i’m fat but my ring is sized so poorly i can’t wear it and we’ve been turned down so far at the shops we’ve taken the rings to because they don’t work with cheap metal or rings they didn’t sell there. like it’s not a size too big it’s dangling off my finger and i have no idea why he thought my finger would be so huge it makes me want to cry. my friends are all furious for me. he doesn’t make that much money it’s true but he could have gotten me a real ring. and then i came home. and i found out his ex got proposed to the same day. the same. day. and she had been aware of it and had a spa day with her friends and a gorgeous engagement shoot and party with loved ones. and it’s not even her real engagement party. hes talking about whether or not i think she’ll send him the announcement “to rub it in”. they have mutual friends and i can’t help wonder if my engagement was a last minute response to her engagement so he could post ours first? she had a professional photographer and mailed out announcements before she posted online about it. my engagement photo shoot was also an impulse - we were on a walk with a friend and he snapped some pictures and we called it an engagement shoot. my ex had been talking about his exes prissy snobby etc engagement and i think our friend felt bad for me. since then, he’s disappeared inside himself. he’s on the computer all day. he wouldn’t even pay attention to me right after at my dads birthday party, just sat in a lawn chair in his stupid yellow shirt drinking beer after beer scrolling on his phone occasionally hiding his phone screen trying not to make eye contact with me. we had a talk about it and i said i wasn’t insecure and my friends have been supportive and game with me when he won’t. he got jealous and has been making an effort to join in now and NOW he has a problem with screen time and wants to go out. to places he used to go with his ex or placePost too long. Click here to view the full text.

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I feel like I’m rotting inside myself. I feel like every thought I have is wrong, disgusting, embarrassing, but it’s still what I feel and I’m tired of pretending it isn’t. I hate the way I am, but I also can’t stop being this way. I feel so fundamentally broken that I don’t even know where the real me is supposed to be underneath all this mess. It’s like I’m trapped in a mind that keeps malfunctioning and the worst part is, some part of me truly believes my reactions make sense even when everyone tells me they don’t.

I hate pretty women. I hate them even though I know that makes me sound bitter and pathetic. I hate that their existence feels like a direct attack on mine. I hate that beauty seems to be the one thing that determines who gets loved easily and who has to beg for scraps. I hate myself for caring about it. I hate myself for watching the world revolve around looks and wishing I had something worth orbiting.

I hate that I’m not beautiful. I hate that I’m not even average. I hate that I look in the mirror and feel this immediate drop. Like my face is proof that I’ll never be wanted the way I want to be. I hate my body. I hate even existing physically. I feel like if I weren’t this ugly, my mind wouldn’t torture me like this. I know it’s irrational but I can’t shake it. Nothing helps. Not therapy, not logic, not comparison. Nothing.

I hate the way men look at women. I hate how casual they are about it. I hate how normal it is. I hate that it hurts me so deeply I can barely breathe sometimes. I hate how I feel invisible and sick and replaceable the second I realize I’m not the only one they find attractive. Or even find attractive at all. I hate that this is just how they are and I’m expected to be okay with it, to swallow it, to get over it, to not make a scene. But I can’t. It feels like a knife to my heart every time.

And then there’s this humiliating contradiction inside me.. I hate men, but I still want them. I hate the way they treat women, but I still crave their attention. I hate their entitlement, their blunt desire, their wandering eyes. And yet I still want to be the one they look at, the one they crave, the one they can’t get enough of. I feel like an incel, genuinely. Like some delusional, bitter creature screaming into the void about desire and validation and beauty, knowing exactly how pathetic it sounds but unable to stop.

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I cannot stand the political climate that exists today. As a leftist, I’m told to hate Republicans. I live in a very Republican area and these people are not bad people. I have a very bad cold and I can’t really breathe and I had to go pick up medication and it was like $100. I didn’t have enough money and I had to call somebody to ask to borrow some money and while I was calling, this old lady overheard and paid $100 for my pills. How can I hate these people when I know that they’re good at heart?

I started dating my TA in university right after I got my mental health in line. However, the more he used me to translate his stupid papers into English, and the less attention he gave me, I spiraled more and more. We broke up after the rumors of us being together started spreading. I ended up homeless and failing a year because I couldn't handle the breakup. Moreover, I was pregnant with his child at one point as well. A couple of days ago, I took him for sushi (his demand) for my birthday and that douchebag started flirting with another girl right after we were done. I attempted to kill myself the same night and he did nothing to stop me from doing so. The thing is,I can't concentrate on my studies because I associate my field of study with him now, and I'm so codependent on him. So I plan on giving him an ultimatum-either we get back together or I will jump off the 5th floor of our university building after I type out a mail to all the journals he published the works I translated for him in exposing how I had been used and uncredited, as well as after I write a suicide note exposing our toxic relationship and power disbalance, playing a victim, making 100 copies and placing them all over the uni before I kill myself. Will the plan work? If it doesn't, will my suicide at least cause him to get kicked out of the uni and to lose all possible job opportunities?

can we please start a pros/cons list of the bf you are dating.

i am sick of seeing bf brag threads, we need a counterbalance with the crappy things your bf does on top of the good things. can be as little as pet peeves!

i can’t get my ex to leave me alone. he messages me every day. sometimes angry messages. sometimes messages saying he’s misunderstood. he abused me the entire relationship so i don’t know what he wants. he certainly hasn’t apologized. he seems to go back and forth between trying to degrade me and trying to persuade me to come back. i don’t know if this is romantic or sexual for him. it’s been years.

And I'm pretty happy with my virginity. Sex is humiliating for women and I am psychologically not like ummm predisposed to withstand the deep submission it requires from a woman. I get symptoms of terror at the thought of being fucked. Anyone else?

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