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I was morbidly obese for most of my childhood (heaviest was 260 lbs as a 5'6 8th grader). When I got to high school, I convinced my mom to buy healthier food so I could lose weight, and I also began playing football and lifting weights. Throughout my teen years, I put on a lot of muscle and lost a lot of excess fat by improving my diet and exercising habits, but I noticed that my chest was always pointy and my nipples were puffy.
A lot of my "friends" and teammates made fun of me and nicknamed me things like "rocket titties," "cone nipples," etc., and would often squeeze and touch my man boobs to mess with me. It really got to me because I had lost weight to the point where I had a 6-pack but still had pointy man boobs. I talked to my family about it, and they said I was exaggerating and that my chest was normal. My older brother and some of my friends told me that I just had to keep bench pressing and doing pushups to shape my chest more, but I also felt like continuing to build my chest muscles just made it look worse compared to when I was fat because my man boobs pointed out instead of drooping down.
Last year was my final year in university, and I began taking weight training again since we returned to in-person learning, and I wanted to get back into the habit of lifting before my classes and study sessions. I met a lot of cool new people in this class, but a few of my gym buddies started asking me if I've ever taken steroids or anything because they were impressed by my physique but wondered why my chest was pointy and my nipples were puffy. I began to feel insecure about my chest again, and I decided to take the issue to the campus physician (at the time, I had no car nor health insurance to go to an actual physician). I ended up having the visit with a nurse practitioner instead of the campus physician because COVID was raging on campus, and visits for that took precedence over routine exams like mine.
She began feeling the area and said I have a lot of muscle mass, but she felt glands in my chest. She took my blood, did a hormone panel, and told me everything was normal a few days later. However, she mentioned that I would need surgery to remove the breast tissue.
A few months later, I graduated, moved out, and started my first "real" job, but I was spending so much on rent living on my own that it made it difficult to save money. Still, I had put enough away each pay period that I knew I could afford surgery in about a year. But, life took an unexpected turn when I got laid off. While I was unemployed, my family also really needed help financially and almost ended up losing their house, so I blew through my savings and racked up a lot of credit card debt to help them out and also pay my own rent and bills. Eventually, I landed a new job at the end of last year and have been working there for a couple of months, but it doesn't pay as well as my last position, and I've found myself living paycheck to paycheck (at least I have health insurance now).
Last month, I visited a popular clinic in my area (Washington D.C.) that does a lot of male breast reduction surgeries. During my consultation, they said I'd be a good candidate for the surgery because I'm in good physical shape. But, it cost $7,000, and they said that in 99% of cases, insurance wouldn't cover the procedure because it's cosmetic.
Summer is almost here, and it sucks to live another year of my youth concealing myself in baggy clothing even though it'll be uncomfortably hot soon. My friends tell me no one notices and that I'm making a big deal about nothing, but whenever I take their advice and go out in a t-shirt or wear a dress shirt that's actually my size and not too big, people I walk past stare at my chest, people giggle, and kids around my apartment complex laugh at me for having titties. In their defense, I'm 22, and even the older ones are only high schoolers, so I shouldn't take it so seriously. Still, it sucks because it sometimes makes me feel like I'm in school again.
Something else that bothers me is I never have the guts to take a dip in the pool when I get invited to parties or my friends and their families ask me to come over to swim. It's especially bad when attractive girls ask me to get in with them, and I just say, "I can't swim," "I'll get in later," etc. Needless to say, as I'm sure everyone on this subreddit can relate, but gyno has really weighed on my self-confidence for years, and I just want to get rid of it once and for all.
Anyway, the three options I've thought of to get surgery currently are:

1. Get a better-paying job and save more aggressively. This will probably take a while, though, as it took me five months to get a new job after being laid off from my last one.
2. Get another credit line. However, I already have quite a bit of credit card debt from my long unemployment bout, and it isn't wise to take on more by immediately charging $7k on a new card.
3. I don't know how well this has actually worked for others, but I've seen some posts on this subreddit where people mention lying about being in pain to their physician and getting insurance to cover the surgery. I also have a few friends who have gotten insurance to cover nose jobs by telling their doctor that they can't breathe well in their sleep because of the shape of their noses (lol). I don't know if I'd still be allowed to choose the surgeon if I convinced my insurance company, but it might be worth a shot.

TLDR: I'm a broke 22-year-old with gyno. What's the best option of the above three for affording gynecomastia surgery?
Any advice or suggestions would be appreciated. Let me know what you think, and thank you for reading my post.

Wow, looking at the title of this post is fucking terrifying. But no one starts a long-term relationship expecting to feel this way. My girlfriend and I met on Facebook Dating, the same as my previous, very short relationship which will have its relevance in this post.
I am 29 and my girlfriend is 22. I’m a metal-head, an aspiring tattoo artist, a horror movie fanatic and a fantasy and science fiction nerd. My girlfriend loves Hello Kitty, the color pink, TikTok, Taylor Swift and Harry Styles. I smoke weed and my girlfriend quit smoking and wishes I didn’t. Besides the truly traumatic fights we’ve had (which because I’m a red-flag artist, they’ve mostly been due to some destructive habitual bad habits and erratic behavior of mine), I don’t think we have anything in common and I don’t think we understand each other.
Besides my girlfriend playing in my Dungeons & Dragons campaign (which was really the only activity we spent hours doing together, sometimes she’ll watch me play video games which is sweet), it’s confirmed that my girlfriend doesn’t like any of music, doesn’t like my artwork outside of appreciating it because I’m her boyfriend (it’s very horror-esque) and has no interest in talking about history, philosophy, science, or really any of my interests at all. I also am getting exhausted of watching Dance Moms and The Office but I don’t know what else we can watch together and enjoy. We also have sex like once a month.
This evening, I showed my girlfriend some album art (Feeding the Wolves, 10 Years) that I really want to get tattooed on my right shoulder and she looked at it blankly and said “I personally don’t like it but I think it’s cool that you do.” It was just a paint and ink drawing of a wolf’s head. I don’t want to paint my girlfriend in a bad light in any way which is what makes this so truly terrifying. She is a huge advocate for mental health and has been a really supportive partner. I just can’t help but think of what would happen if I ran into someone who enjoyed history or science or horror art or even black and white movies because my girlfriend refuses to watch those as well. It’s just hard.
OK, so we don’t enjoy to do the same activities together but there are plenty of couples who don’t share the same interests and have a (successful?) relationship. I don’t know, I don’t think I agree with that and I don’t know if I should or if that standard is republican traditionalist bullshit. A lot of hesitation has come from not knowing if what I want is not OK because of relationship norms. Unfortunately, there’s more issues than just us being people who would never get together if we spent time as friends first. So, here goes.
My girlfriend has severe OCD and will cry if I misplace something or put something in the wrong place or knock something over. I’m a scatterbrained neurodivergent with ADHD and that’s probably not going to change. I think it’s ridiculous and it’s making home life incredibly stressful, not to mention having no privacy because if I don’t go to bed at the same time as her, she has a tantrum. I hate to sound apathetic but I’m almost 30. I don’t want to babysit my girlfriend. I feel like an asshole but I think that’s well in my rights to feel that way. I just have felt like I can’t breathe lately.
So about the previous relationship and how it’s affecting my current one. I dated a Wiccan who listens to Tool and Alternative Rock and Metal. We took walks in the graveyard, we played video games, we played board games, we smoked and talked about philosophy. We fell asleep listening to my favorite band Antimatter… which my girlfriend has flat-out told me she can’t stand. My previous girlfriend was incredibly verbally abusive but I can’t help but think about her all the fucking time. She nourished a part of me that is incredibly suppressed-feeling now.
The absolute worst part is that I moved for her. I first moved into her trailer where all the nightmare fights took place (crying, screaming etc.) and now I’m living in the house she bought. I work and help with fixing the place up and every responsibility a good boyfriend should do but fuck, how do I get out of this if I need to? My friends are an hour and a half from here and I have no one but my girlfriend and her family. I feel incredibly trapped.
And now at the end of this, I’ll share my plan. I have an individual therapist and we also have a couples therapist. I want to ask my therapist for help on how to do it and share how I feel in a place where we both feel safe - couples therapy. I don’t know if I should live here and help her with the house use she doesn’t feel alone or if I should make plans for getting a studio apartment. I still can’t believe I’m even considering these options.
If anyone could provide me with some thoughts or advice or insight, I’d really, really appreciate it.

Firstly this is a throw-away account. I can't post all the stuff I'm about to say since I had a lot of friends in my original account and privacy is of utmost importance for me to get this out.
Hello All! I'm working as a software developer in a reputed MNC and have 2.6 years of experience. My career has gone so far like this
0 - 0.9 ---- backend dev (python for data extraction and mapping, MSSQL)

• This is the first project in my IT career. Apart from some module integrations and some tweaking functionality, I hardly had any work to do here.

0.11 - 1.5 ---backend JAVA dev ( Springboot web development)

• I joined this project from scratch. Most of the development i did in my career so far is from this project itself.

1.6 - 1.9 ----Bench

• did nothing, Netflix and chilled :(

1.11 - present---- backend dev (.Net ASP legacy application)

• Most of the work here is data fixes and ticket solving, and bimonthly minor code enhancement to reduce time complexity. No active coding done

I'm part of the internal developers team and all these applications are internal applications used within the organization.
I got this job during covid, so I accepted the offer even though there is 3-year contract, which I had accepted too. Now as my contract is reaching its end I started thinking about moving out of the organization and I chose to proceed further with JAVA since the most dev I did in my career is on it.
I don't know why, But when I want to start practicing I'm not at all getting interested to learn, I'm just procrastinating to another day. TBH I have experience on paper but I'm as good as a fresher in the logic building which in return raises the stakes even more for me to practice. But even then my brain is not at all supportive. I'm in a comfort zone where I'm on a project but don't need to do any work but getting paid. I'm earning 36-37k approx, which is not even on par but I don't have to send any money back home and I don't have any impending EMIs I need to take care of. so no financial pressure. I don't know what to do. I reached out to my cousins, All they said was be grateful for the exposure I got and work hard, but I couldn't able to. I thought of asking for help for many days but never got the courage. But today doing it. I want to grow, but whenever I want to learn I end up watching something else. How to tackle this problem? It's ruining my career. Please help somebody.

Looking for friends male or female.
I play ps5 call of duty mainly.
Live in Las Vegas so locals a plus but not necessary
Just want someone to talk to.
Pacific standard time and i like to stay up late sometimes

I’m writing this on mobile, no names or personal information will be used.
My BF (20m) and I (20f) have been together for a little over 2 and a half years, and have lived together since our 1 year anniversary. Over the past 6 months, we’ve been struggling quite a bit financially due to me being laid off and him struggling to climb the latter at his job like he had plans to.
We had to find a different living arrangement as we could no longer afford rent and neither of our families were an option since we both came from pretty shitty people. When BF originally suggested us crashing with his ex for a while, I thought it was ridiculous. He convinced me by reminding me that they’ve been friends (which I knew, and was fine with) way longer than they’re relationship lasted, and that they broke up because she wanted to explore with her attraction to women. And because the only real alternative was being homeless, I agreed.
Ex GF does pretty well for herself, she lives alone in a spacious 2 bedroom apartment and works from home in some kind of tech job that pays her well. She had no issue letting us stay in her guest bedroom, her only ask being that we clean up after ourselves as mess stresses her out. We offered paying a small rent but she refused.
At first she mostly kept to herself, but we’ve slowly been spending more time all 3 of us together. It was hard not to be jealous because BF and her get along so well, and she tends to dress a bit revealingly, nothing too crazy but enough to show off her figure. I’ve talked to BF about these feelings and he just tells me that he loves me and only me, and that he’s pretty sure she’s a lesbian anyways. She has had a girl over for dinner once since we’ve been here, but when I asked if they were together Ex GF said it was just a casual thing.
I recently realized just how much Ex GF has been doing for us; we don’t pay rent, she buys all the groceries and always asks if we want some of the dinner she makes, she’s started buying us little gifts like jewelry and when I asked why she said that “gift giving is her love language”. She has not once asked about when we plan to leave even though it’s been weeks now and every time BF has apologized for us taking up her space she shakes her head and says she “really doesn’t mind the company”. I don’t feel jealous anymore even when she shows physical affection towards BF because as I’ve gotten closer to her she treats me the same way she treats him. BF and I still get alone time as she goes to the gym once a week and pet sits and walks dogs 1 to 3 times a week depending on her work.
I have finally gotten another job in my field, which means with our combined income BF and I should be able to get our own place again soon. But we both admitted that Ex GF has been so generous and kind that neither of us are really itching to get out. Is that crazy? I mean, we are adults in a serious relationship, we shouldn’t be staying with a friend unless we really need to, but she’s just such a lovely person and seems to like us being here.
Is this unhealthy? I feel like it’s immature of us to be so comfortable being basically taken care of by someone else, and I’m afraid the dynamic between the three of us may permanently change BF and my’s relationship.
TLDR: My BF and I have been staying with BFs ex girlfriend/long term friend. She does well financially and has been very kind, supporting us and giving us gifts and now we kinda don’t want to leave.

I promise I will keep this short. I recently broke up with my girlfriend about three weeks ago, and have been hanging out with one of my old friends (I wanted to reconnect as I feel we have grown distant in the past and only grew more apart when I got in my relationship). Anywho, we talked recently and they asked about why I did it and how I felt etc. I told her how I felt and that I was ready to move past it. I don’t like dwelling on the past and lord knows if I did I would truly be miserable. Yes I am sad that the relationship ended but I feel as if it was the right decision and there are better things ahead of both us who were in the relationship. Well fast forward to today and I’m looking at this persons story, and they like totally put me on blast. They didn’t necessary say it was me they were talking about but I knew who it was. “Men really just go ‘oh I recently broke up from a long term relationship but I think I’m ready to get on with my life’” Now at first I was mad cause it seemed she was talking behind my back, but now I’m like 100% sure she knows I’m on this private story, and that hurts the most. I talked to her in a private setting thinking I could trust them, but it seems that was not the case. I know she didn’t necessarily say it was me, but I’m sure she told anyone who replied to the story. Idk, maybe I’m mad for no reason but I feel as if our friendship that started in our preteens has just gone down the drain. I feel conflicted and betrayed. I don’t know how to feel.

My weekend has officially and I’m looking for my lady metalhead! I’m talking like mid 2k metalcore. Anything from A7X, BFMV, Atreyu, Trivium, Between the Buried and Me, Norma Jean, etc.
Born in the 80s. Molded by 90s alt rock. Pearl Jam, Alice In Chains, Stone Temple Pilots, Incubus. You probably maybe even got down with some EDM and Indy stuff too.
You got some of that East coast charm. Take no shit, tough as nails, resting bitch face, but don’t like yelling cause you’re still sensitive or some shit. You look out for the little guy. Not afraid to bully the bully(thanks Easton)
You got your issues but you’re still functioning. Still standing cause we don’t know any better. We work hard but do it in a way that says “fuck off” with a smile. We navigated the tech boom. Lived through the Y2K scare to find out it was way blown out of proportion. We ate mud and drank from the hose and wish the younger generation now got to experience that. We got to walk house to house on Halloween without much fear. No trunk or treats for us. Our curfew was when the street lights came on. Yea I’m quoting memes now so I guess that’s where I’ll end it. Here’s a quick bit of what I’m looking for.
Please be ..

• single
• monogamous
• open to start online to move to irl for something long term.

Physically I’m 6ft, rocking the dadbod, bearded, with some tattoos. Light brown hair, blue eyes, squishy cheeks, soft belly and legs like tree trunks. (Built like Santa lol)
Personality wise I’m pretty laid back, I like to smile and laugh and love making jokes. Pretty dry, dark and sarcastic. Very affectionate and caring, kind and sweet at times. Also a bit of an asshole in a way. It’s weird I’m weird. You’ll never feel unwanted or unappreciated but you may wanna drop kick me lol.
I enjoy the usual nerddoms. Gaming, anime(getting back into. Shoot me some recommendations!) I prefer DC animated over Marvel live action and I may catch hell for that but again. I like dark and gritty. I’m a metalhead but can listen to a lot of different genres.
Pet friendly, Kink friendly, 420 friendly. Drink on occasion. Nothing serious or heavy.

I have been in Corporate America for a few years (sorry, I do not have any experience with companies in other countries, so my post is going to be exclusively about Corporate America). My unique position allowed me to see what goes on behind the scenes. If you do end up getting a job after going through the recruiting hell, remember that it's all about appearance and not essence.

• You can work 70 hours per week, you can give them your soul and your blood, be loyal, be passionate, be enthusiastic, they don't give a shit. When it's time to outsource or cut, they will kick you to the curb. Do not listen to your boomer relatives who convinced you that loyalty and hard work pay off. No, there is no such thing. It's all about appearance. You do not need to work hard. You need to give the appearance of working hard. If you do work hard but someone above you thinks you are not working hard, you'll be phased out. In Corporate America, appearance is way more important than essence.
• People become lobotomized. At least, most of the managers and supervisors. They all use the same buzzwords, the same concepts, and the same trite analogies. They are all about efficiency, efficiency, efficiency. Efficiency for what? If you do become more efficient and faster, they will complain that you are not logging enough hours. Or they will make your position redundant. Do not dig your own grave. Fuck efficiency. What are you gonna do in your spare time?
• Always have a Google sheet or Excel sheet that details the hours you spend each working day and on which tasks. You will be questioned when you least expect it. Have they told you, "no, we do not do that! We do not micromanage." Bullshit. It's a lie. Be ready to explain yourself.
• If you do work hard, they will say you are not efficient. "Work smarter, not harder" is one of the many slogans. Certain roles require an immense amount of meticulousness. However, your managers (who are most likely stupid) will think that you are spending too much time on a project because you are not efficient.
• Managers and those in a position of power are pretty clueless. They will use corporate buzz words as a smoke screen. They look at things at a "high level" (meaning with a lack of granularity), and they will hastily make stupid comments. They have no idea what you do, even though they want you to believe that they know everything you do.
• Most people do not read. I have seen managers reading the first three words of an email and then giving a totally irrelevant response. I had to call them out, and let me tell you, I fucking loved it. Oh my god, I loved it so much.
• Try to avoid jokes. People always get in trouble when they get too relaxed and joke.
• You are not there to make friends. A coworker will invite you over for Thanksgiving dinner and tell you that he/she loves you and that you are his/her best friend. The same coworker will throw you under the bus the day after. If I sound cynical, it's because I have just seen too much. I have read internal communications. I was shocked. Things that have turned me into a misanthrope. People literally taking trips together and then ripping each other apart or backstabbing each other. Before anybody says that there are good people out there, I am sure there are, but why take a risk?
• Managers and those in a position of power like power trips. They will go months without asking anything about your job duties, they will completely neglect you for long periods of time... then, all of a sudden, they will wake up and ask something stupid or unrealistic or scold you for not doing things a certain way. It's a power trip. Years ago, a manager told me to spend less time on projects that needed my laser-focused attention. So, what did I do? I tried to be faster. And then he asked me how come the hours I was logging were less. You can't make this shit up.
• Be selfish. They don't care if you have 5 kids and a mortgage. If they need to fire you, even over something stupid, they will. So, if you do find a better job, don't even give them a 2-week notice.
• Again, do not dig your own grave. I have seen so many people digging their own graves. They will give you a project pretending you need to come up with ideas on how you can increase efficiency. And then, you will be working on giving them reasons to fire you or hire someone cheaper. Or if they ask you to train a new employee with the same role as yours. Be careful.

Okay, enough. I will be accused of being bitter and jaded. I am. I just want to find a way to generate passive income without having to deal with these idiots, and their BS, and their recruiting hells

I've posted one thing to this sub before on my main account but I'd rather separate the two being my other is more of a focus on just browsing and music. I have had several weird experiences in my life and some I believe to be connected and others I feel just happened to come across me for some reason. This experience is different than the others being I was not alone to witness this. I will post more in the past and maybe some of you will see more connections than I have seen. I am not going in order. Just as I think of them. Two friends and I decided to stay at my mom and stepdads one weekend and play video games and chill as teenagers. Around 10 or so years ago now in a house that I never felt any bad thoughts about other than the location which I don't mind saying was in Centerpoint, AL. I don't know of anything really haunting that area besides crime so ghost were never a concern. We were in the basement hanging out (not a creepy horror movie basement. Fully furnished) pool table, heater, tv, etc.... Sometime during the night we get on my friends phone and start looking at pictures and go to an image that was saved months back of a band logo for a band my friend loved. The image flickered kinda how a gif does but just 1 quick flicker. We scroll back then to the pic again and it flickers again, so the next time I tell my friend you scroll and I will hit the buttons to screenshot. We did. It was a blurry mess. After about 15 mins of trying to figure out the pic I turn the phone and the jumbled mess is more clear but still got a haze or almost like a distorted filter over it. It was a pic of my friend and I in the basement that night. No biggie at first we thought maybe we hit the camera but after looking we noticed what was wrong. The pic was taken from behind us for one... Which was impossible being there was a wall behind us. The other issue is even if there was no wall, the pic would have been impossible for us to take being how we were positioned. She looked like she was sitting near the end of me or maybe the start of my legs. I was on my back, like a back bend almost and you could make out my arm going behind my head. I tried recreating the pic and had no luck within the several attempts I tried. Which I am a very persistent person and tried and tried and tried until we went and got food. (FYI none of us are friends anymore. Ended on bad terms and I'm not even sure if my old friend has the phone or pic anymore but to anyone else seeing it, it wouldn't be too weird unless you knew the room and the wall placement. I guess the weirdest part would be you trying to figure out how to pose for that pic without dislocation your shoulder) so anyways, after food we play more games and honestly had forgotten about the pic. It is probably 11ish or so with what comes next. For some context the only people in the house are my two friends, my stepdad/mom, dog (in their room with them across the basement hall), my cat (upstairs), and me. My friends and I are doing our thing and all of a sudden a scream in which I've never heard anything like in my life comes from directly above us upstairs. My description I give some people is like if you put an alien inside of big foot or something and let it burst out. It sounded like a beast or 2 fighting and ripping something apart. I'm not too easy to scare and it had me shaking. We all just sat there. One of my friends started tearing up and honestly, never blamed them for a second. I went across the hall and asked my mom and stepdad who were asleep if they heard that sound which they brushed off thinking we were just being teens. I finally talked one of my friends into going upstairs with me. When I opened the door my cat was standing 5 feet away with its hair raised looking terrified. We all know cats can make ungodly sounds that can wake the dead but this was no cat. For one, my cat was beyond chill. Hardly made a sound besides it plopping over to sleep. 2, just no. It was no cat. I checked every room, lock, and even walked outside to see if anyone else possibly heard the commotion. Found nothing. About 6 years later I am talking to my stepsister who use to live there. We were talking about how much fun we use to have there with our friends and swimming. Then she says that the only thing she hated was whatever was in the attic. I remember as a teenager she would always complain about it but I never heard anything up there and honestly so cliche that I brushed it off. However, the attic was the only place I never checked, and I am glad I didn't. If anyone knows of anything in the Centerpoint area I don't know about that could explain, feel free to post. I've tried finding answers. I am not one to say it is paranormal.... but it wasn't normal.

Long story short, I am leaving Baltimore, a comfy lifestyle, a good job and gig for a more peaceful life and to help a friend start a business. Another friend of mine was murdered here in the city this past thanksgiving and it has in part fueled my decision. However, this current landlord/owneboss who is a God send is not going to be like my next landlord most likely. My current landlord I told later on about my PTSD and Bipolar after I moved in. He has seen me at my worst, yet has compassion and understanding and did not throw me out. My point is, when I have to explain my main source of income of SSDI and possible references, how should I go about it. I am good at being evasive, however I will never lie. I am not desperate as I can pretty much go anywhere, but feel that there may always be a disconnect of trust between my landlord and I. I worked hard at gaining trust with my current landlord who happens also to be my boss as I am the groundskeeper for the apartment complex I live in. I want respect and trust always, yet I know they deserve the truth regardless.

Sometime in the next few months, I’m heading to Las Vegas. We are celebrating our 10th wedding anniversary and Vegas is where we honeymooned. It’s one of my favorite cities.
Anyway!
Who has tips for dining out while away from home? Are there food items you would take with you for snacks in the hotel room?
My surgery was in September and I’ve only been out to eat a couple of times.
I’d also take your Vegas restaurant recommendations if you have any. On or off-strip is fine.
TYIA.

As the title says, my boyfriend is really bad at balancing work (in his case schooling) and life. I (22m) have known him since we were in high school and I always knew he'd go heavy on the studying and would often deny going out with friends and doing activities to study for the next upcoming test and such. I think a lot of it came from his fear of disappointing his parents since they put a lot of pressure on him when he was young and even though they mellowed out by his freshman year he seemed to have internalized it.
We started dating after graduation and by then he seemed to cool down a bit. He got a job and was using the money from that to pay for his education. He did seem to be on the verge of becoming a workaholic but he was good with balancing his career and social life. Last year his parents offered to pay for the rest of his schooling so he could be a full-time student and ever since then he's been back to his old ways.
He often starts studying the moment he gets home from his university (we live in an apartment nearby) and refuses to take breaks to relax or even take care of his needs. His sessions sometimes last for a few hours but can go until 1 in the morning. Sometimes he'll cancel our plans if a test is coming up so he can spend the time studying instead. He also focuses heavily on his grades and I once had to console him during a panic attack because he got a low B instead of an A, which isn't even a bad grade.
I really just don't know what to do and I'm worried for him. He's practically isolated himself from all his friends and he's constantly neglecting his needs for the sake of a good grade. I also don't want to keep sacrificing our plans to do things together just so he can study. I'm really at a loss here. How do I get through to him that life isn't all about studying and he needs to spend more time doing stuff outside of school?
TLDR: Boyfriend spends an unhealthy amount of time studying and focusing on having A grades and barely does anything outside of studying. I want to get through to him that school and grades aren't the only thing in life but I don't know how.

So recently started smoking with friends and my brother and its been fine. a lot of the time I felt nothing but the first time i felt high it was great. I decided to try smoking by myself for the first tome about a week ago and it was alright like previous didn’t really feel it much but i knew it was there. So 3 days ago i decided to smoke by myself nothing different from last time maybe a little bit more weed. So i go inside after smoking in my room i feel it starting to come on and it was fine until about 5 minutes in and it just kept getting worse i started feeling a bunch of mini stabbing pains in my head slowly going down to my heart and back up to my head. I could feel my heart rate rising and i kept forgetting stuff i was doing what i found funny at the time. But eventually i started getting more scared because i couldnt remember anything and that stabbing pain got worse and worse to the point i had to keep trying to distract myself to get over it. Every 30 seconds i had to do something completely different to not freak out luckily i had my girlfriend on call to try chill me a bit. I kept counting down the time saying well done weve made it 15 mins to an hour through. I remember feeling really hot in my hed and chest but also really cold in my hands so i got cold water drunk it and that calmed the stabbing pain in my chest for maybe 15 seconds. I also put on a cold fan and that helped me a but so i didnt know if it was a temperature thing or what but, My mouth was also super dry. So i made some food after eating it and about 2 hours into the trip i sobered up quite alot and could compose myself enought to fall asleep. The next day i was still high until i slept. What i want to know is does thos sound like too much weed, just a regular panic attack or what.
But now im scared to smoke anymore because i dont wanna do that again but the last couple tomes before this when i was high i felt great so i dont know whether to give up entierly because of this experience or if its just apart of the journey

I've spent most of my life staying home and avoiding socializing with people, I've had lots of friends before and still do but I never really considered them real friends, they were just people I would only talk to at school. I have an online friend group who I've been friends with for years but deep down I I've always known that's not enough. I've spent my life staying home because I'm unmotivated and quite frankly lazy, so I never went out of my way to do things with friends. When I was in 7th grade I met a girl who I'll refer to as "G". Her and I became close and to this day we're still best friends. She for the longest time was the only true friend I've had. Now that I've explained a lot of background information I can get to the point. I've always struggled with social interactions and picking up on social cues. I have a problem of interrupting people because I really bad memory and so I try to say what I have to say before I forget. I can also be kinda annoying because I talk a lot, my mind alwyas feels like its racing and I speak my mind but I tend to bounce topics a lot and get off topic easily because of this. This year I became good friends with 3 other people in my class and 2 of them live within walking distance. The two hang out a lot and I've mentioned before I wanted to hang out with them when they hang out before and A (one of the friends) said he'd invite me sometime. Now with these friends I consider real friends because we hang out a lot outside of school and just this spring break we went to an amusement park together and it was a lot of fun, but earlier G was excited to tell me something and told me that A and J (the other friend that lives close) invited her to go walking with them. I was very disappointed because I mentioned before I wanted hang out before but instead they asked my best friend who isn't even apart of the friend group. Already it stung a bit but the real gut punch was the reason they did invite me. G told me why they didn't invite me and made me promise I didn't tell the group. She told me what they said and they said I talk a lot about myself and only talk about topics I enjoy such as my favorite artist NF and a game I really like Brawlhalla, and that it's difficult to hold a conversation with me because I only talk about those things. I mean I talk about those two a lot but I talk about other things, but I guess I do talk about them a lot it's just I don't have a very interesting life and those are really the only interesting things in it. They also said I tend to dictate the conversation and that I don't really let them talk. I felt really hurt, I've been cheated on before and I didn't even hurt this much. Am I really that bad of a person to talk too? Also if they had these issues why didn't they tell? How am I supposed to improve if I don't even know there's a problem. I won't lie tho, it's not like they're wrong and that's what's even more upsetting. Why am I so difficult to talk to? Sorry for the long rant I just needed to get this out of my system.

My real father died when I was 4. When I was 5, my mother met and married a new man named Tom.
Very quickly, Tom and I formed a deep bond, and by all accounts, he was (and still is) my dad. I was a “daddies girl” all through my childhood and into my teens. My mother was more of the disciplinarian in our home, but my dad was always a pushover. I could get away with murder…. as long as mom didn’t find out! I loved my dad more than anything… he was my confidant, my protector, and my favorite person.
When I was 16, my parents divorced and both moved to separate cities, 3 hours apart. I rarely got to see my dad after that, mainly due to distance, but also because I was 16 and just got my license and was off on my own, having fun. It was during this time that my dad became involved with a new woman who had 2 daughters from her previous marriage, aged 5 & 7. Unfortunately, their lives had been very tumultuous, as their father was a violently abusive alcoholic, and both girls had major behavioral issues, which didn’t become a problem until a couple of years after my dad and their mother married.
The oldest girl (Christina) was about 9 when she started fighting at school. We’re talking full blown fist fights with boys and other girls, where blood was spilled. It was pretty serious. Then she started acting out at home, and beating up the younger daughter, breaking windows, throwing heavy objects at the walls and doors… she even took a razor knife to her bedroom carpet, shredding it down to the subflooring. As the years went on, the anger and destruction only got worse. The younger daughter also began showing the same signs of destruction, but she was sneakier and got away with a lot more than we ever knew.
By the time Christina was 12, she and he sister weren’t allowed to be in the same room together because it always turned into a brawl, where things got broken and people or pets got hurt. My dad had to replace windows in the living room 6 times in 2 years… he replaced the TV 4 times, replaced the front door 3 times, replaced sections of drywall throughout the house repeatedly… the house was always in a deconstructed state. He even had to put locks on his bedroom door because both girls would just go in and take whatever they wanted without asking.
The worst part was that my dad’s wife wouldn’t let him discipline those girls. She had seen their real father beat the living daylights out of them, and swore it would never happen again…no man would lay a finger on her girls, ever again. And they knew it. Both girls learned very quickly that they could get away with anything, and never receive a punishment. When my dad did set rules, his wife just negated them. This went on until Christina left at age 17. She got into drugs and started hanging out with a bad crowd. Eventually she got herself caught up in a life of addiction, prostitution and homelessness. When she did come home for visits, she always stole things… money, jewelry, my dads new truck… which was later found burnt to a crisp in a ditch. Actually, that was just the first time… Christina stole my dads truck 3 times, each time selling the truck for drugs.
There are about 20 years of devastation that was caused by Christina and her younger sister, Pam. Both of them pushed my dad’s even temper to the limit, but he wasn’t allowed to say a word. He just had to live with the abuse and devastation.
Because of all the years where my dad had to be silent while watching his home and possessions be destroyed by self-entitled, spoiled brats, my dad became a different person. Long gone is the calm, laid back guy that made a joke out of everything and laughed frequently. In his place is a beaten-down, husk of a man that has no say in his own home. He’s usually grumpy and rarely jokes about anything. And though the 2 girls are long moved out… Christina died of an overdose in 2019, and Pam has 2 kids of her own and has been married 4 times, he still has no say in his own home.
In the last 5 years, my step-mother has taken on 3 other children from drug addicted mothers who couldn’t care for them, (ages 18 mo - 3 years when she got them 5 years ago). My dad is retired now, but he will never get to enjoy his golden years because he’s stuck raising other people’s children, without being able to be a true parent. He isn’t allowed to have a say about anything.
I honestly have a hard time calling home to speak to him anymore… he’s just not the same dad I knew and loved. And it truly pisses me off, because my dad was the best dad in the whole wide world.
Writer: JustGina

I really do wonder about Ashley’s school/college friends IRL. We all google our former classmates we have lost touch with, or else stay informed about them through following their socials- many of her school mates follow her- including one ex boyfriend that I know of- before I was blocked I took an interest in checking the likes and interactions with her posts and found it very telling how nobody from her school ever liked or interacted with her content. That she’s got a subreddit with her name on it AND a parody tiktok dedicated to snark/call outs yet NONE of them have ever stepped in to defend her, I find odd tbh. If my mate from school was legitimately being “misunderstood” and was legitimately being “bullied”- as Ash loves to claim- I sure as SHIT would step in to defend. And yet- crickets. She gets defended by a few but theyre all CI folks, theyre all online “friends” she has gathered the last few years since her malingering began. It seems evident that her old friends really have just given up on her. Her friend Miranda- one of two friends she has made a post about in the over 1.5 years ive followed her (the other one was a pic of a woman at a coffee shop maybe a year ago who is now a practicing nurse) is an actual IRL friend from school and the only time I have seen her interact with Ashleys’ insta is when Ash posted about being sorrowful about not being able to hike mountains and M commented something like- just establish what you CAN do and do it- and reading that made me feel there was a slight level of annoyance from the friend- like a “get on with it FFS” Mates stick together and defend each other- especially girlfriends- online included- yet the fact that we have seen absolutely nobody coming in to “defend” her is extremely telling. Even IF she has grown apart from her former IRL friends, they still follower her. Even IF theyre cringing at her content-you’d imagine at least some of them would come forward if the pushback against her was unwarranted, if she were in fact being “mercilessly bulled and harassed” UNLESS they actually all just cant stand her- which appears to be the only explanation for this. Seems to me she’s made herself a full-blown pariah to her former real friends- but I wager that its not just her insufferable online BS- I reckon that she’s lost her friends because shes actually a terrible friend- not just a munchie, embarrassing online idiot, but an actual malignant person who has proven to be a personality that nobody who knows her IRL wants to deal with. And I find that quite exceptional. Thoughts?

My ex fiancée (24f) broke up with me (28m) and it’s been 54 days since. She wanted to go spend her birthday with a “friend” even though I had plans for her birthday. Turns out it was some guy she’d been sneaking out in the middle of the night to see. During December, my mother was in the hospital and passed away. I was traveling a lot back and forth between home and where my family is (roughly 4 hours away). So that’s when they apparently started seeing each other behind my back. She’d hide it behind my back and still until this day says she didn’t cheat on me. I’m pretty sure they are together 24/7 and she maybe living with him. She claims they are just friends and I recently had to kicked her out of our apartment. I heard her say she craved his touch and talk to him about how much she was disgusted with mine. It was one night when I woke up and realized she had a chat open with him but was in the car so I could hear everything. I still did everything you normally shouldn’t, begged and pleaded. I moved back to my parents for a bit and let her have the apartment. I paid for everything during the engagement and left for a while to give her space. She’d repeatedly have the guy over so I moved back in and kicked her out. Therapy and friends have really helped keep me together. I went onto our Spotify and noticed the dude is making her loving playlist but she’s liking all these sad songs. Probably going through the guilt but every time I do reach out, she never replies. It all used to frustrate me and make me angry but now I’m at the point where I wanna help be the light in this dark world. I just want to say, I was having panic attacks, not sleeping, and would have to call my therapist when things got too much. I recently found BreakUps. I’m no longer alone in this now and I’m realizing I’m tricking myself into putting this person on a pedestal. It’s all thanks to you all. I’m no longer going to love someone who’s abused and manipulated me in multiple ways and no longer going to keep begging for them to take me back. I didn’t give up on us, they did. I’m rooting for you guys and I know I’ll maybe relapse back into thinking maybe we can work out but you’ve all really put things into prospective.

Hello! I got 2 wigs from a friend via mail. They said to me they were all untangled and beautiful, but when I received them, they were very tangled. I tried to brush them, but im afraid because there was a lot of hair in my brush after brushing them. They are real hair wigs, so I don't really know how to get them untangled apart, maybe from washing them with conditioner and brush them.

I have gotten rid of every single thing that remotely reminds me of you. I don’t even have pictures to look back on if I wanted to. I have nothing to mourn you anymore, just the memory of you and the pain that you’re gone. I am doing everything it takes to move on from you. I kept going to therapy, I started journaling, hanging out with friends, talking to family. I quit my job to focus on school. I still think about you every single day, I just don’t talk about it as much anymore. I still miss you a lot, I’ve started to remember the good memories of us too. I’m doing everything I can to avoid the painfulness of you until I’m more ready. I deleted Instagram, even Facebook. I park across the street to avoid the parking space where we broke up. I turn at certain streets to avoid your apartment because it’s too painful. Sometimes even hanging out with certain friends that I associate you with hurts a lot. I miss you so much. I miss you every single day. I know I hurt you a lot. I know I’m not in your life anymore and I know I’m nowhere near your best friend now. I’m really sorry for everything. You have no clue how many times I’ve wanted to talk to you and reach out and tell you how sorry I am, and how much I am still stupidly in love with you. I know you want nothing to do with me, and I don’t blame you at all. I am still accepting that we will never talk again. I am still accepting that I will fall in love with someone else again oen day, when I’m ready, and that you were not forever, no matter how much I wanted you to be. No matter how much deep down in my heat in my deepest thoughts, I still sometimes want you to be the end. I can’t keep on thinking like this, so I won’t. I’ve done everything right to move on from you. It’s been 2 months. I will be ok. Everything will be ok. There was a before you and I’ll be fine after you. I am so sorry for hurting you in the process. We both deserved better. I need to move on from you. It’ll be ok.