Gamer With Dignity posted:

What happened?

Professor Shark posted:

I feel bad for Abortion Woman

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I[21M] freaked out when I came back from holiday to find a stranger[M] living in our house with my GF[22/F] of 3 years. Now she won't talk to me.

Edit: I'm going to head back to the house now, I'll let you know what happens tomorrow.

So me and my girlfriend met in first year of medical school (UK) and hit it off pretty much instantly. We've been together since then and our relationship is great. In fourth year, our placement was moved quite far away from the city we're based in, so we decided that instead of travelling every day, we'd get a place together nearer to the hospital. This is the first time we've lived together but thankfully things have run really smoothly up till now, bar a few small disagreements.

So our course broke up for the Christmas holidays on the 18th of December, but there's no record of attendance so I decided to fly back to my family in Ireland a few days early. My GF also went home but a few days after me. So the days passed and I decided I'd head back to uni a bit early to make up for the time I missed. Our course starts on the 4th but I arrived today. My plan was to surprise her when she eventually arrived with a clean house and romantic dinner. So I opened the front door and instantly I knew something was up since the alarm wasn't on and she ALWAYS remembers to put it on, especially if we're going to be out of the house for several days! I pretty much brushed it off but then I walked into the kitchen/living room and I poo poo you not, there was a stranger sat in just his underwear on the loving sofa plying FIFA. So obviously I freaked out, asking who he was etc. and he just didn't say anything. He looked terrified when I first walked in to the room but seemed to relax once I started shouting and he was pretty tall and visibly ripped otherwise I think I would've started throwing punches. I was so angry though but he just kept on laughing at me without answering any of my questions. This only went on for about 20 seconds before my girlfriend ran into the room in her towel, pulled me away and started shouting at me to calm down.

Obviously at this point I started thinking the worst and this is where it gets to the part I regret. I asked her if she was cheating on me. She told me he was just a friend from secondary school and that he needed to somewhere to stay because he'd been evicted by his landlord. She said the reason I've not met him before is because he doesn't attend their family events since he's always busy with work, and she's never had any reason to mention him before. I was still fuming though and asked her why she didn't tell me, but she said they'd only arrived an hour ago and she forgot to mention it and thought I wouldn't mind anyway. So after I calmed down, I tried to apologize but she wasn't having any of it. She started tearing up, talking about how I don't trust her and how could I think she was cheating.

So she ran to the bedroom and locked the door. When I went to try and talk to her, she literally shouted at me to gently caress off and said she only wants to speak to the other guy. So I told him and he went back to the bedroom and I st on the sofa in the living room for about 2 hours. I decided to give them some space so I went to the library and have been here for about 3 hours. She won't answer my calls or texts and I really just don't know what to do about this whole mess. I really, really love this girl and wouldn't want anything to break us up. What can I do to set things straight?!

tl;dr. Came back to the house from holiday and found GF with a stranger, misread the situation and accused her of cheating. Now she's pissed off at me.

Khorne posted:

I hope no one tells her she can probably still get pregnant. Unless I missed the part where she ended up sterile.

Funky See Funky Do posted:

Is reddit actively trolling her now?

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Yes it's a bad idea, it's not okay and you need to get help. You need to talk to and get professional help. Not /r/relationship help, real help from seasoned professionals.

Lunchmeat Larry posted:

She needs serious help and it's really sad because I don't think she wants to move on. She might be beyond help.

Bonzo posted:

They actually giving good advice.

Funky See Funky Do posted:

I mean the threshold thing that's hiding her comments. I don't use the site but is not having enough children the usual reason comments are hidden?

Poonerman posted:

also, this one is an oldie but a personal fav of mine

he never posted an update (lol) and the post was removed. the comment section is worth a look, though:

Funky See Funky Do posted:

I mean the threshold thing that's hiding her comments. I don't use the site but is not having enough children the usual reason comments are hidden?

ArbitraryC posted:

People have miscarriages of babies they're ready for and everyone involved wants and get over it faster than that

loquacius posted:

My first "real" relationship lasted like six months longer than it should have for this very reason

dumb stupid idiot posted:

Yeah, losing a baby shouldn't necessarily turn you into a sad, depressed sack of tears for the rest of your life. People can move past it, and heal.

Cool_tony posted:

Holy poo poo:
https://www.reddit.com/r/relationships/comments/4ud2wr/i_30m_thought_my_exboyfriend_35m_has_been_dead/

Hello everyone. I won't take up too much of your time, but I'm just an absolute mess right now and I don't know what to do or how to feel (or even if any of this is real at the moment).
I dated Dave for over 3 years. He lived in Atlanta, and I lived about an hour outside the city. We got along great, were motorcycle buddies, and had a healthy relationship. Unfortunately, in the end, we found that we weren't actually all that compatible after all due to many different reasons. It never got extremely sour, but he became a bit controlling, and I became a bit unreasonable. I honestly feel like we both had a lot to learn, but we didn't take the initiative to fix it.
Anyway, we ended the relationship but it wasn't a bad breakup. We agreed that it would be better to not talk to each other for a while, delete each other off Facebook, ect.
I ended up moving across the country for a job opportunity and worked through the breakup with counseling, activities, and meeting new friends! Life started coming together until I get a call from his friends one day.
His friend, let's call him Steve, told me that Dave passed away in a motorcycle crash a few weeks ago. Obviously, I was devastated. I asked when the funeral arrangements were, or if they already happened. I wanted details because I didn't believe him. He told me the family didn't want me to be there and they already had the funeral. It made sense, because his family hated me for "making him gay" somehow. It stinks - because my family adored him and I wish people could just love me for who I am. I told Steve I still didn't believe him at all and this couldn't be right!
I went home and did research and could find nothing about his death. I made a fake facebook and couldn't find him. I called his old number and it was disconnected. I sent him an e-mail and I never received a response. I had no other solution but to travel to Atlanta and go to his house. I could go into more detail here, but I traveled to Atlanta, and Dave had either truly passed away or was long gone. There wasn't a trace of him left in the house.
[5 years later]
I began to accept Dave's death. Well, until last night that is. Let me start by saying his death has hosed me up beyond belief. I have gone through so much counseling, soul searching, two attempted suicides, and much more. I am just now getting back to my normal self.
Last night at 1am I get a notification on Facebook. It's a friend request. I click it, and my heart stops. It's Dave. It's his picture, his first name, and last name. I hesitantly send a message asking if this is for real or a sick joke.
I get a message back saying
"No. This is really Dave.
I miss you.
How have you been?
Dave"
The messages often came across as disconnected and seperated like that. Almost robotic. I feel sick to my stomach. I had a conversation with "Dave" but I closed Facebook last night and cried myself to sleep. I have no idea where to go from here. I don't know if this is a sick prank, or if this is really him. I need some advice. In the meantime I am going back to counseling.
tl;dr: Thought Boyfriend was dead for 5 years. He ended up messaging me on Facebook last night. Where do I go from here?
Edit 1: I just woke up, but will provide more information when I get some more clear answers. Thank you all for commenting.
Edit 2: Thanks for the kind messages. Many people are asking what I want to gain from this. The only thought I can give is closure. I do not want a relationship, but the truth would be nice,

wyntyr posted:

Reminds me vaguely of an old nosleep story where a dude was getting messages on Facebook from his dead girlfriend

Profondo Rosso posted:

I [26 F] had an abortion 10 years ago on this date. I've never gotten over it. I desperately want to contact the father [29M] of the baby. Is this unreasonable?

ArbitraryC posted:

It's been 10 years, I think she's just looking for something to pin her emotional instability and lovely life on. People have miscarriages of babies they're ready for and everyone involved wants and get over it faster than that, it's just an outlet for her not the real issue. She super needs therapy.

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or the last two months, I have been in a FWB relationship with a girl I knew back in gradeschool and high school, who now seems to have moved into my home, and is taking advantage of my poor mental state and substance abuse problems.
A bit of backstory: I knew this girl for a large part of my life, and she always had been interested in me in some strange way. She was jokingly called my stalker through the years, and knew many strange details about me (address, birthday, parents name, sometimes what I did on weekends, etc. etc.,) which she used to randomly disclose to me in school. We never hung out outside. She came to my house a few times without my permission, which was disturbing but I tolerated it, not wanting to hurt her feelings. She got my attention once by tekkubg ne she planned on self harming, and I was the only one she wanted to talk about it with. Looking back, I see this was more or less a sympathy trap, but this got frequent, albeit onesided, conversations between us online. This more or less ended when I moved to London for University, though I still recieved some messages about how she was going to visit, etc. At Uni I got a girlfriend, and the messages stopped entirely.

This leads us to more recently. After the breakup with my last girlfriend, I had a hard time recovering, largely in part of a lot of different things going bad at the same time. A book I spent years on got ruthlessly rejected by everyone I sent it to, I started failing some Uni courses, I lost a parent, and a large deal of friends I have refuse to talk to me after some stupid poo poo I did during binges. I have always had a weakness for alcohol, but I realized it was a true problem after the months following the breakup, where I realized I hadn't had a sober day since. This was coupled with harder subtances, some pills, etc.

I returned home to an empty house, which I was tasked by my parent to look after for a couple months. I was going to work at the time as well. Being alone really took a toll on me, and I became immensely depressed. This changed when the aforementioned girl visited unnanounced again. When she did, however, I was completely wasted, and ended up accepting her advances. We slept together, and she stayed over for a few days where we just kept hooking up.

This was great in the begining, as I started to feel less depressed, and even started drinking less. I picked up exercise, and we hooked up after that about twice a week, however nowhere near as frequently. This is where the problems started to begin for me. She started buying a lot of alcohol, seemingly only for me, which at the time I didn't want to reject. She spent a lot of time telling me how much more charming I was drunk, real creepy poo poo like that, which the Bukowski in me didn't recognize as toxic or abusive behaviour. This marked the tiem when she practically stopped returning home, moving a lot of her things into my room, and spending all of her time there.

My house is a disaster area now, a complete wreck, and I lost my job after not turning up for a week, which didn't bother me at the time. With my parent returning in a few weeks, reality hit me, and now I'm scared about what I should do. Any time I've taken it up with her, and told me I think she's taking advantage of me, it just ends in sex or is completely ignored. She has even gone so far as to drug normal drinks she gave me, like orange juice and poo poo, acting like it was all cute or whimsical.
I feel trapped, but completely and utterly afraid to break out of this lifestyle. I have a deep feeling that if I told her to gently caress off, I would go back to being worse than ever before, in addition to having a new mess of things to deal with, such as the house or work. I'm eating through student loans, and I'm getting so nervous I can hardly sleep anymore.

tl:dr girl who stalked me in high school caught me in an emotionally vulnerable state, and has been getting me drunk or high daily, has practically moved in, has been one of the only people I've talked to in a while
Throwaway because I know she uses reddit

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well she told me right after I drank it that she put LSD in it, and I wasn't mad at the time since I would do that voluntarily at the time, just looking back it was a crazy thing to do

wyntyr posted:

Reminds me vaguely of an old nosleep story where a dude was getting messages on Facebook from his dead girlfriend

Frog Act posted:

Frog Act posted:

zakharov posted:

Either fake or too stupid to live.

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Me [21 M] with my GF [24/F] of one year, my small penis anxiety and what she has said and done is killing my confidence.

Let me say that we love each other very much and in the beginning of the relationship she told me she only stayed with me because the sex was good and I was the best guys she's been with and i'm the perfect size blah blah... However the last few months several incidents and events have happened which has been weighing my down and making me so depressed to the point of thinking of ending the relationship for my own sanity. Just to note my penis is 5inches long and 5-5.5 inches in girth depending on arousal.

One of the things that made her love the sex was my stamina and and girth both of which she has mentioned has decreased over time telling me, "you're not as thick as you use to be". A lot of times when we have sex she makes it very short, focusing on solely my pleasure no matter how many times I tell her I wanna focus on her. She'd playfully make jokes about my penis and would smile and tell me she does it because she thinks my reactions are cute.

She told me she was turned off when she first saw my penis and thought she wouldn't feel it, but was so horny she didn't care and it ended up being the best sex she's had in her life. She says big penises hurt and her and her friends prefer average. She also said I was the smallest she's had. Has said several times that i'm "short".

We were contemplating having a threesome for a while with another guy and she was stern on telling me "don't get mad if I react more". It was sort of my idea but it was something she kept pushing for afterwards until I told her I no longer felt it was a great idea.

This time while in conversation she told me that when she saw this one guys penis she was so incredibly turned on. She still talks to this guy on a regular basis a long with a couple other guys she's been. She wasn't really thinking when she said it, and when I freaked out she told me that it was an experience she wanted to try at the time and it turned out to be terrible for her and they never even had sex. However when we talked about the guys she's slept with before she mentioned him several months perviously.

A month ago she asked me if I wanted to try a new position and I said yes. She googled positions for small penis in front of me. I'd bring up my insecurity a lot and she tries to comfort me. She always tells me i'm fine and that size doesn't matter. She said she was sorry when I told her what she said about her friend hurt me and nothing else, and she wishes I could be confident in my self and have nothing to worry about.

It's actually killing me inside and giving me extreme anxiety, I don't know what to do. It's being weighing on me so much. She really nice and tells me she feels terrible but now she tells me she's getting annoyed that I keep brining it up, but I feel she isn't into it anymore or not as much as she used to.

I ask her if she ever wants to bring in toys or what not and she always says she doesn't. She's never owned any sex toys in her life.

tl;dr: In a great relationship that started solely based on sex, but a few things she's said to me despite her reassurance i'm the best she'd had is killing me all the time to the point of depression.

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She really nice

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A month ago she asked me if I wanted to try a new position and I said yes. She googled positions for small penis in front of me.

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Poonerman posted:

this guy has extraordinary low self-esteem because hoo boy why would you ever tolerate that poo poo

WampaLord posted:

I also enjoy that according to her, his dick has lost girth over time. Where did it go? Did her vagina erode it?

Professor Shark posted:

I'm thinking she's been getting stretched out by the big-dicked guys she's been cheating on him with

mind the walrus posted:

What kind of self-appointed princess won't use sex toys but targets dudes with horse schlongs? You wanna like big dick then hey knock yourself out over the head with one, but where do you get off with that kind-of attitude?

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A lot of times when we have sex she makes it very short, focusing on solely my pleasure no matter how many times I tell her I wanna focus on her.

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A little while later they had a baby together. The girl wanted me to be the god mother... I just couldn't. I was over at their house and he was holding his little girl, looking absolutely blissful. I asked him if he understood now, what we lost, why it hurt me so much. I asked him if he finally regretted the abortion. As he looked at his baby girl with this stupid little smile on his face, he said no, he's glad we did because if we didn't have the abortion he wouldn't have her.