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I think I really like my best friend, but I don't want to confess since I'm pretty sure they don't feel the same for me, and I have been feeling really down for that. i want to tell them how I feel, but that would probably make our relationship awkward, and I would even end up losing them. I'm already have few friends, and I don't want to lose another one.

I am 25 years old and have been in a relationship for 4 years with my best friend. We have overcome addiction, death of friends and loved ones, prison, and being homeless. It has not been a smooth ride by any means but in my mind it was all worth it. We now are successful in careers that we love and I’m in college to become a Vet Tech. I am also 24 weeks pregnant with our miracle baby girl, Elizabeth Rae. We were so excited when those two pink lines showed up. We are currently looking for a home and although I am considered high risk, our little girl appears to be healthy. I thought everything was fine but last night while on our vacation to PCB, he got blackout drunk and in the middle of me taking care of him to get him in bed he said that he hated me and hated our baby and his life, and if he could kill himself right now he would. Now that he’s sober he of course doesn’t know what I’m talking about and seems apologetic but I am crushed. How do I know there is no truth to what he said

In 2002 I dated a girl in high school for a year. We broke up and had a strained relationship/friendship for 2 years when we reconnected. I acted like an ass and ruined the new opportunity to start our friendship anew. A few years after that we started talking again, and one night she admitted to me, possibly for the first time to anyone, that she was bisexual. I inadvertently shamed her with careless comments and jokes. She hasn't talked to me since. It has been over ten years since and I can't stand what I did to her. I occasionally look her up on Facebook, but her privacy settings prevent me from contacting her. If I dwell on it too much at a time I fear I will overstep conventional social boundaries and find a way to contact her.

As much as I hate to admit it, I hate being a mother. My own family was extremely dysfunctional and so, I always thought that when I had a family, I would break the cycle. I waited until my 30s to even consider marriage and kids, because I didn't want to be financially or emotionally not ready for them. Days after my wedding, I found myself pregnant. My family and friends made me feel like I should feel nothing but blessed to be a mom at 35. But I was on the fence, going back and forth between worried and happy. Around the 7th month, I was 99% sure I'd made a mistake and desperately wanted an abortion, but it wasn't an option that late. The other 1% of me stayed hopeful that the mommy instincts would kick in once I gave birth. They never did. Seven years later and though I'd die for my son, at the same time, I wish he didn't exist. I've contemplated divorce and leaving his father to raise him but I would hate to cause him the same emotional scarring my own parents caused me.

I get very turned on by and irresistibly attracted to any beautiful girl who smokes cigarettes. I love it when a girl lights up and drags on her cigarette right in front of me and carelessly lets her exhaled smoke sail towards and dissolve right in my face. I have no idea exactly why I'm so attracted to girls who smoke or even when this attraction started. I just know that it has provided me with many years of visual pleasure and seduction and therefore much like the act of smoking itself, my urge to meet and admire girls who smoke has become its own addiction. I'm a nice harmless guy and all I wanna do is watch. To me, female smoking is art.

I was engaged and fell in love with my best friend. After ending my relationship I only waited a month before starting the new one with my friend. My new partner kept the relationship a secret. Said they didn't want my ex to know and hurt themselves. And this continued for six months. Six. Until the stress of the secrecy, lack of communication, and pandemic became too much to bear and we split. Knowing we still loved one another we split. It just wasn't working out. Be it different love languages or something else we just couldn't make it work. So now I grieve a relationship that was both my best and worst. I wonder how to move on when you lose your best friend and lover all in one go.

Teacher at an urban Title I public middle school in a large US city. I hate my job and almost everything about it. All it took was one year at this school to destroy any passion I had for teaching. I took the job because I had no other options, and I regret it. The families are garbage, the kids are horrible (not their faults, tbh...I blame systemic poverty), and the admin is useless. I can't talk to anyone about it because the other teachers there either like it because of the challenge or have just gotten used to it - but those are the old teachers (I'm 26). I'm known at work for having -the most positive attitude- but it's all an act - I'm drained, I'm demoralized, and I'm resorting to unhealthy means to deal with it all. Work gives me nightmares; I just want them to stop. I'm in too deep with student loans to get here in the first place, so I can't just quit - especially not in 2020. I want out but have nowhere to go. I'm stuck. I'm trapped. I'm in too deep. I am Sisyphus.