My fiance put his Apple ID into my iPad last night. I went on my iPad this morning while he was sleeping to work on our wedding planning spreadsheet.

Curiosity got the best of me, and I typed my name into his messages. I saw some pretty outright mean texts about me between him and his parents.

His sister and I have had a rocky year. She’s a very standoffish person, doesn’t like newcomers, and refused to even say hello to me at family gatherings for a bit.

The tension was obvious, and my fiance told me his parents reached out about it. His sister and I had a 1:1 conversation and decided to dead it. This was 1-2 months ago.

Now, reading the texts of how it actually went down and how they were all discussing it, his parents were saying some cruel things about me. I “don’t contribute anything”, my parents aren’t giving enough money for the wedding, “the least I can do is man up and text the sister first”, and so on.

I even reached out to his parents directly a few weeks ago wishing their sick grandpa well. I thought it was a nice gesture, but they screen shotted the message and sent it to my fiance saying “first time she’s reached out in a year”.

ALSO he told an extremely sensitive personal secret to both his parents and his sister. On two separate occasions.

I’m devastated. I have zero trust. Not once did he stand up for me. What the hell do I do

Dinner is a "spicy burrito" that wasn't even a little bit spicy but bomb ass bean dip.

We're a family of five. My three kids are 4, 6, and 10. About a month ago my husband asked my oldest to put something in our "big freezer" in the garage. I made it very clear to everyone that he is not to do that. It's old and tricky to close sometimes.

Today we investigated the garage because it smelled rotten. The freezer door wasn't closed. One of the drawers got knocked and prevented it from closing. All of the meat is bad. It was 5 garbage bags no less than 20lbs each full of food. Guestimating at least $1k worth of food just... in the trash.

Then my husband tells me that my oldest got something out of the freezer the other day. He said it was before school and so early and he just wasn't thinking. He let him get whatever it was, he knocked the drawer loose, and didn't close the door. He's been apologizing because he knows I just fucking said that oldest isn't supposed to do that. For this exact reason.

I know he's human, I know he's sorry, I know... but all of our food. We only keep ice cream and ready to make stuff in the house freezer. All of our meat, meal plans, surplus soups and sauces... everything. I just want to cry.

We were together for 8 years and engaged for 1. Found out he made a secret Reddit account called JtHugsAZ (now deleted?) and was posting on dating subreddits to try and meet other women— to which no women responded to him but hey, it’s the attempt of cheating that still counts as cheating! Left him leaving him to support his house on his sole 1 income and then he lost his job for lying about coming into work when he wasn’t coming in for months. The consequences of his own actions. My therapist was very happy to hear that I will never be wanting to go back to him and I am now pursuing my PhD with my family’s support to pursue my dreams that I put aside for a future with him. I’m not superstitious but I’ll celebrate this as a win for all the pain he put me through! 🥳 #dodgedabullet

I DON'T EAT LIKE THIS only ordered 2 donuts from Timmies and they cleared their case😭 Help. Also eating in my bed because it makes feeding the baby easier. He needs to be in my lap at all times...

Trigger warning for death mention.

I lost the father of my baby during my pregnancy. We met after I lost my mom, and he lost his dad. We just understood each other in complicated grief and a lot more. He was the only person to fully understand me. I never felt more comfortable around anyone. Like I said, he's now gone. I've been numb ever since.

I had the baby and felt nothing towards him beyond instinctual stuff. Just this slight discomfort if he's out of my sight or in someone else's arms. Otherwise, it's like having a complicated goldfish. I don't look forward to his milestones. I'm just not even here. I only smile around others because I don't want the lecture about how much joy he is blah blah blah. My primary emotion is this strong apathy/irritability. Life just doesn't have the same weight it used to. I like to hope it's grief and postpartum. I'm trying to get help for both.

I wish someone could understand me where I am. My grandparents and parents are dead, and now the love of my life is gone. I don't have a support system, and every social worker asks me about it like it's a homework assignment I'm failing. I can't make people appear. I am suffering from it. If there was a resource or a family member who could I'D KNOW BY NOW. I can't afford childcare either. It's all a matter of covering someone's salary. Not possible.

I was recommended postpartum groups but if I hear someone with a partner and parents walking this earth complain, I can't control my anger. Logically I KNOW people having feelings like that in any situation is valid. I'm not myself. Even my therapist was concerned during my last session.

I've had to be strong most of my life because I didn't have a choice. I know people mean well, but it isn't a compliment. It's just a reminder I'll never be able to be soft or cared for.

I'm not looking for solutions or advice. Just a hug or two. Thank you for listening to my tedtalk.

EDIT: I had no idea I would get a response like this. I love and appreciate all of you for taking time out of your day for me. I have been scrolling through everything and responding to you guys as I can😊

A lovely meal we had together, one of the last times we went out and had a lot of carefree fun

We met way back during covid lockdown (when most of our collective socialization was online). We had so much in common, clicked super fast and even fell for eachother. Also both my family and I helped her escape her abusive home situation. She was also my first love and we both made very (hasty) and serious plans together.

It quickly became evident that she had serious undiagnosed issues, and our relationship had several ups and downs over the years (including splitting up and getting back together multiple times). Keep in mind I have my own share of issues, I'm autistic and I have a disability recognized.

Around last year she finally got diagnosed with BPD but given the she also has ADHD she often struggled to plan her meds, to file for stuff, to go to her appointments and so on and so forth. I did my best, I swear I did but I have issues of my own and I couldn't be the perfect caretaker to make sure she had her business in order constantly, plus her BPD was getting more and more unmanageable.

I will not go into details but she was harassed on the street 4 whole days ago and she's been in one of her episodes constantly ever since, and nothing has helped her calm down (not even taking way too many of her meds). Things... escalated very very badly today and she's gone. And I don't mean that she simply left, I truly do believe the person I knew is completely gone and has been swallowed up by that demon. Nothing I did, no matter how many times I tried to calm her down or assure her that she was safe and loved helped.

I loathe the bureaucrats and system who consistently failed ever since she was a child (she could've been taken from her abusive home by child protection services but it didn't happen for some reason I can't and will never understand.

I mourn the loss of my first love and safe person, that sad and hurt but cheerful girl with whom I was ready to share a life with at some point. I'm really sorry cosita, I tried.

EDIT: I wrote this bawling my eyes out, I didn't clarify things enough but the reason I assume she's gone is because she got violent and left, she's now an unstable mentally ill homeless woman plus she blocked me and told me she never wants to see me again. I didn't "give up" on her after the worst fucking 4 days of my whole year, she cut me off completely after supporting her for 6 WHOLE YEARS.

EDIT, again: I completely forgot to mention we're not american. I assure you, both her and my family and I looked into things and we honestly have no idea what it takes to get someone in intensive psychiatric care.

Leftover fried chicken, mashed potatoes, and green beans with a crisp Coke Zero

I’m not looking for advice here, I just need to vent and rant. Otherwise, I’ll go crazy

My husband and I have an 18 month old with a disability. He’s been wanting to try for another for the past few months, but I wanted to wait until our kid was at least 3. I had agreed a couple of months ago to start in September just to shut him up, however, I changed my mind.

Our marriage hasn’t been great for a while and I don’t think a kid is going to help it. Without getting too into the details, we have communication issues and keep having the same fights. There’s been no cheating or abuse, but it hasn’t been great. I suggested counseling and he’s been apprehensive about it. He’s afraid the therapist will tell us to break up. Divorced has crossed my mind a few times during the really rough times.

I am committed to working through our issues and keeping our marriage together but I’m not taking divorce off the table completely. He’s still adamant on trying for a second, but I’m not interested in doing that until we get us settled.

So I got an IUD a few days ago. I told him I was just getting checked out to make sure everything was good down there during my pap. Then I let him know they needed to do a procedure to remove some fibroids so I’ll be spotting and can’t have sex for a week or so.

I know I shouldn’t be lying and that this is selfish but at this point, I need to protect myself. I refused to bring another child into this world when I’m not ready. Especially if my marriage is going through it. It’s not fair to me at all. Not to mention, if we were to divorce, I’d be saddled with two kids, one who has complex medical issues.

Yes, I am being selfish and it’s messed up to do this. Yes, I’m a horrible wife and partner for this. Yes, I need to tell him at some point, but I can’t. I just can’t go through another pregnancy in this state. I just can’t.

I have no idea why it took me so long to put 2 and 2 together??? Like, girl, c’mon. Anyways, here’s the story.

I was a year old when 9/11 happened. My mom and I were on our way to the airport when it happened. We were going to go see my grandma because mom was struggling with me. Dad was in Okinawa, I believe? Both of my parents were in the military at the time and they ended up deploying on and off for the rest of my childhood. My parents had been in for years and never deployed until 9/11 happened. I was a fussy baby and both of my parents were undiagnosed and ND as fuck.

Mom had really bad PPD and we, now, think she’s got the ‘tism. Add a fussy baby that won’t stop crying and a deployed husband, she was at her breaking point and needed my dad. When I was 2-3 years old, dad went on his 2nd or 3rd deployment and mom was still really struggling because I was a very difficult toddler too (late diagnosed AuDHD). Dad (now diagnosed with AuDHD) says he has no choice but to go and can’t get out of it.

Get this - mom talks to someone he works with and he tells her IT WAS A VOLUNTARY DEPLOYMENT! My mom was so burnt out raising me by herself and getting no help from him that she sends him divorce papers while he’s overseas. Honestly, can’t blame her. She would end up telling me this story when I turned 18, because she never wanted to disparage my father in front of me nor make a negative impact on our relationship. Queen shit.

Therefore, if 9/11 hadn’t happened, ig my dad would’ve been forced to be a physically present parent. He was an alcoholic and between that, being undiagnosed, remarrying someone with NPD, and suffering from PTSD and physical disabilities, he’s never really been an emotionally present parent. He celebrated his 3rd year of sobriety this month and I am very proud of him.

I understand 9/11 has caused much much more heartbreak across the globe, but I just can’t believe it took me so long to realize. Like, I’m the girl who tells everyone 9/11 caused Ellen to be off the air, but I couldn’t realize that it’s part of the reason why my parents divorced???

For dinner, shrimp and lobstah pastah for me and steak bite poutine for my husband.

EDIT - Hey, so none of y’all commenting stuff about my father are mental health professionals nor do you even know half the situation. If my mom can hold off not shit talking my mentally ill father my whole life, y’all can too. I’m not saying he was perfect in the early stages of fatherhood, but he has gotten the help he desperately needed and is a wonderful and very present father to my little sister now.

EDIT 2 - Didn’t think I’d have to spell this out for y’all, but this man watched countless friends, colleagues, and innocent people die overseas. I’m sure if y’all saw your friends die in horrific ways and innocent people being murdered by terrorists, you’d seek vengeance for them and their families as well. He is a Purple Heart veteran. I don’t care about a mistake made over 20 years ago, y’all really shouldn’t either. Anyone making gross comments about him will be blocked. :)

EDIT 3 - My mom literally has more deployment days under her belt than my father. He did not abandon us. He was deeply impacted by 9/11 and felt the need to serve his country, family, and friends the best way he knew how to. My mom has admitted that she did not explain what was going on to him because terms like PPD weren’t used back then. All the Dr told her was that she had the Baby Blues. Calling my father a deadbeat when all he did was provide and serve is ignorant as fuck. By the time he came back from deployment, my mom was pregnant with my brother by a different man. Neither one of them was perfect. They are completely amicable now and harbor no hard feelings towards one another. Quit trying to stir up shit that isn’t there.

My partner and I have been together for 24 years. We were the couple everyone admired. Hes kind, thoughtful, never forgot a birthday or anniversary. He would bring me flowers for no reason and was a hands on father when are kids were young.

He start losing lots of weight around six months ago, we thought it's because he stopped drinking soda, but after he started feeling worse and worse I insisted he see a Dr. Turns out the love of my life has stage 3 pancreatic cancer.

I have never gone through his phone or computer in all the time we've been together. Hes never given me a reason to look. Hes always worked nights and comes straight home. Yesterday I had to go into his phone to get some information I needed for insurance purposes. He took a picture of his insurance card and policy. When I looked in his gallery I found at least 3 different pictures of women I've never met, so I looked further. Turns out he is a serial cheater. He's currently got three different women he's talking to and dozens of saved pictures of past hook ups.

Im devastated, I'm sickened, I'm angry, and I'm completely heartbroken. I don't know what to do. I can't leave while he's fighting for his life, I still love him and the thought of him going through this alone makes my heart hurt too.

Im so angry with him, but I can't even yell or scream at him because he's so sick, and getting worse by the day. I don't know what to do with all this rage and pain. If he were well I'd be gone already. I will help him through this no matter how it turns out. I still pray he can fight this, and that he makes it through ok, and it also feels like im caring for a stranger I don't know.

He doesn't know what I found, but he knows something is different with me. Apparently ive been staring at him with a look of disgust on my face. He misinterpreted it as rejection for his new appearance and weakness. I had to pull back, and calibrate my emotions. I don't want him to feel ugly or unlovable, because despite his disgusting betrayal, hes always taken care of me. I won't kick him when hes down, because I love him, and also thats not who I am and I won't let anger and bitterness change me.

I don't know what the future holds for me, so I'm just going to take one day at a time. Its such a horrible reality, I may have to bury the man I've loved with my whole heart for 24 years, and instead of processing the pain of losing him, I've been ambushed with his infidelity and years and years of lying to my face.

Im not looking for advice or solutions, just had to tell someone before it eats me alive and I lash out on a very sick and weakened version of the man I thought was my everything.

Dinner is fried rice made from left overs I had in the fridge.

Ramen I made in the microwave for dinner
:))

I just went back to school for upgrading, I’m 21 and hoping to go to university for social work.

Growing up I was very depressed and didn’t really get into clothes and makeup at a “normal” age like a lot of other girls did. I’ve only been doing my makeup these past couple of years on and off and I’m very much a beginner. I just do some very simple eyeliner, some mascara and blush and lip gloss. I’m also just starting to get into wearing more girly things and it’s been so fun! So I’ve been getting all dolled up for school every day! It makes me feel confident and excited to go to class! but I’ve noticed I get so many dirty or like condescending looks from others lately?

And just recently I was in the school bathroom touching up my lip gloss when two girls right behind me were gesturing to ME I knew they were gesturing to me specifically because I was the only one there and they were laughing. And when I left the bathroom (they left before me and they were outside the bathroom) they gave me really dirty looks. I really don’t understand. I don’t wear anything offensive or weird. I wear skirts and pink sweater vests. :( why does this happen. Do I really look that bad? I just want to be one of those effortlessly pretty girls.

I made biscuits from scratch this morning. Feat. Raspberry jam made by trappist monks.

Anyway, I met another stay at home mom at the knitting group that the local yarn store hosts weekly. She's so freaking nice!! And her son is the same age as mine. We did a little meetup a couple days ago, and will be attending her boy's birthday party today!

I'm over here praying it goes well and that little man and I will officially both have made a good friend. She said not to worry about presents, so my son made the kid a birthday card (all by himself, it's very cute!). The best part is that she's not a SAHM in a weird fundamentalist MAGA trad-wife way! We vaccinate and let our kids eat processed nuggets, and also happen to have some of the same old-lady hobbies.

Fingers crossed!!

Send positive vibes for today, please!

Food pictured: Dining hall muffin and grits. I can't stomach much else.

A few clarifications before I start:

- I will still be using he/him pronouns and male gendered language at his request.

- I am NOT considering breaking up, I genuinely do love him and this doesn't change that.

So my bf texted me yesterday saying he wanted to call about something important, and about an hour's worth of anxiety later he confessed that he thinks he's trans. I was very supportive and helped him talk through his feelings and anxieties, he also spoke to a few other friends that expressed similar sentiments.

The issue however is family. For context, we're a long distance of 4 years, I'm in the southern US and he's in a European country. My parents are very very conservative and while not openly transphobic, they would take issue with me dating a trans girl. They also would take issue with me being Bi but that's besides the point. To an extent I can hide this from my own parents, but my BFs parents (who he lives with) would probably actively disown them if they found out. He is currently on disability and does not have a job due to a TBI, so he wouldn't have anywhere to go. He also very much lacks an irl support system.

So I guess.. the question is how can I support him exploring his gender in a way that keeps him safe, and what should I do about the anxiety Involving my own family. I don't know, this is all so new to me.

Small edits for clarification: -He is planning on getting a job! He is currently unemployed, not unemployable. -Yes I am PAINFULLY aware of the amount of baggage this relationship has, I have talked about it with my therapist and she's supportive of me maintaining it.

So when buying groceries today, I purchased a pregnancy test. I do not want to be pregnant, and I'm purchasing just for my own sanity.

I am on birth control pills. I usually have break-through bleeding. This month I basically bled all month - literally only had 10 days free of bleeding all month. Right before the placebo pills I was spotting heavily - honestly almost like a period. Then now on the placebo pills, I've had the lightest period ever. Like basically nothing. My doctor thinks my hormones are out-of-whack and is changing my formulation for the next month.

So basically, I think I just sorta bled it all out already. I feel fine. I barely had sex this month because doing that while bleeding is not my thing (more power to you if it is!) But I just had this nagging anxiety saying "what if" so I bought a test just to calm my brain.

Anyway, back to the cashier. She comments on the test. "Is this for you?!?!?! You should go take it now and share!!!" I uncomfortably say that I won't be doing that. It's obvious I'm uncomfortable. She keeps going on and on about the damn test. Asking how many kids I have (zero) and do I want kids (hell no) on and on. By the end she's saying how I'm gonna be so excited. Then, as I have tears rolling down my face grabbing my receipt "Oh I guess I got you worked up. Have a good day!"

What the hell.

Anyway, if anyone has any similar spotting/bleeding scenarios and then light periods, and were NOT pregnant, please calm my brain. I'll pee on the stick in the morning. (For what it's worth, on top of not wanting kids, I live in one of those states where it is very much illegal to terminate pregnancies....thus the added worry).

Dinner was homemade turkey "gyros" and tzatziki. (quotes because yeah I know gyros aren't supposed to be ground turkey, but it's good I swear.)

salmon sashimi, tuna and avo maki rolls and miso soup

man 😭

boyfriend (M25) and I (F25) are living together with my family. been together a year and a few months. a few weeks ago I finally broke down about being in an almost sexless relationship. once a month at best. he has a very hard time dropping into his body and feeling safe enough not to be performative or goal focused. it’s just hard for him. last time we had sex was so bad. he opened up after saying he felt broken inside. he had to cut out his entire family this year, his mum who abandoned him a decade ago popped up out of nowhere, he lost his cat and has never really formed deep bonds with anyone in his life except for his father who passed away when he was 17. I empathize with him trying to finally find safety in our connection and is being met with a hard hand in life.

I’m encouraging his individual therapy which he’s booked a consult for. I also suggested small practices at home we can do together (workbook, scheduling time in the calendar for our nights, a little sand timer for non sexual physical touch) and he hasn’t initiated any of this. he is truly in a dark place. My mum is very pro boyfriend because she sees what a good man he is and how sweet he is with me and can relate to an avoidant attachment just being met with an ego death. She says he’s trying to give from an empty cup and to give it time

he’s still being sweet, but it’s like being with someone who’s a husk of themselves. finally hitting my breaking point about needing more connection with him and him shutting down to that has been so hard. he says he wants to work on things, he says he wants to get better but I don’t know how long I can hold out. my needs are unmet and have been for a long time.

debating between “how great could this be if I stand by him while he goes through his inner work as he’s stood by mine?” and “this is not the right time for us, and I feel called to be celibate and do my work on my own. this isn’t working out”

:(

Basil pesto pasta with chicken breast meatball for dinner.

I need an objective perspective to see if I missed red flags or came off too strong with my date that Ive connected with for the last 2 months.

We met on Hinge and talked daily via calls and FaceTime for two months. He lives a 3.5-hour flight away. He have purposely set his location to my town to seek serious long term relationships that will eventually led to marriage. I was disappointed to find that out that he is from out of state at first but we hit it off well pretty quickly so I decided to see where things go.

Early on (by second week of our conv), I explicitly stated that I am saving myself for marriage because I didnt want to waste anyones time. He enthusiastically agreed, claimed he felt the exact same way, and said he deeply respected it. I also set a clear boundary, after we talk for two months, we need to and decide whether to officially commit or walk away, I cannot keep the long distance connection without having a label on the relationship for too long. I also clearly communicated physical intimacy before the relationship isnt my thing so there wouldnt be misunderstanding when we actually meet up.

He flew out to visit me after two months, but on day two, his actions completely flipped. Despite his previous claims about waiting for marriage, he heavily pushed physical intimacy—giving massages, tried to kiss me and also slowly touching my body parts that Im not comfortable with. I dodged and stopped him and said I wasn't comfortable with that level of touch before we were officially together, he went quiet.

That evening, I asked where his head was at regarding our relationship status. He immediately panicked, got defensive, and accused me of being "impatient" and "calculating," claiming I triggered him because his ex used to track "milestones." When I called out the contradiction between pushing physical boundaries and dodging commitment, his mask slipped. He admitted he "just wanted to enjoy the moment" and called me transactional for wanting clarity. He also said hes worried about how he can keep the text and calls keep going during ldr, and also mentioned hes worried about when we decide to close the distance (one moving to another- I said I can go if that happens) and starting venting out to me in person. And also mentioned that his intention was to just enjoy the moment during his visit, go back to his place, reflect for couple days and then define the relationship- and basically told me I ruined everything for bringing this up early and it made him panic and made him feel like he is hitting on a wall.

I looked him in the eye, called out his deflection, told him that these are things shouldve been shared during our two month of conversations, packed my bags, and asked him what he wants to do next as its clear our original intention of the meet-up wouldnt work, he was still my guest visiting me so I was willing to give him a planned tour of my city. He told me lets not meet up next day and you can enjoy your day as if he doesnt exist. when I asked him not to follow me to my car, he still followed me to the parking lot and forced a final hug.

Did I rush things by asking for where his head is at on day two (when day 3 was his final day), or was he just looking for casual enjoyment while pretending to share my values? What do you think his actual intentions were? Why would he pay that much money (hotel and flight) to come to see me just to have it end like this?

after 6 years of Medicine uni it has finally come to an end! you really do graduate on a random day

my experience in medschool was super stressful, i had lots of professors who were denigrating us, women, saying that we don’t deserve to be here (even though out of 102 students 80 are women), that we’re not smart and our place is in the kitchen or that women shouldn’t be surgeons because we’re supposed to be the care takers and have babies, while the man should be the one in power (very frustrating opinion since literally we will be DOCTORS). fortunately i saw karma taking care of those professors that tortured us, 2 of them died of cancer, and other 2 of them are in arrest due to requesting bribes from students during exams🥳
but now its finally done, i am finally done with this uni and finally free from all the stress and degradation from professors 🥳🥳🥳

\ food is a cheesecake with passion fruit **

hi guys, just ranting here because i have nobody to talk to and could use some advice. yummy tofu scramble.
i'm a year and some post grad, and the past year of my life has been really rough and lonely. i lost my group of best friends from college shortly after graduation for reasons i won't get into here, but it absolutely crushed me and was a massive hit to my self esteem and left me feeling worthless. i had one other close friend left, who i also had a falling out with recently. it was for very valid reasons on my end but im still upset about it and i now have zero friends. on paper, my life has been pretty good the past year- i graduated, bought my first car, quit my crippling weed habit, got my first big girl job, and recently moved out of my mom's house. i'm trying to be grateful for the things ive accomplished but im just so sad all the time and have absolutely no social life or anybody to talk to on a day to day basis. i like doing things alone, but it's different choosing to do things alone vs doing everything alone bc you have nobody to hang out with. i feel really paralyzed in terms of meeting new people because my self esteem is in the gutter and i just feel really unlikeable and feel like everybody can sense that i hate myself. to top it off, i tried to kickstart my dating life when i moved out, which was nonexistent while living at home, and the second guy i met gave me genital herpes. and then ghosted me when i told him. i've already been single my whole life and now i feel even more like nobody's ever gonna wanna date me. i'm honestly really shaken by this news and idk how to cope or feel okay about my dating life in the future. im trying to be a functional adult but i just feel so empty and sad all the time and it really really hurts. i just feel like the past year has been a harsh reality check and i'm scared that i'll never be happy or find my people again

Chocolate muffins

Girls, I need y’all’s honest opinion 😭 A few months ago, me and a newer friend went downtown. I offered to pay for an Uber there and back, but she wanted to drive, so I let her. I even bought her gas because she was low. She parked somewhere she wasn’t supposed to, and I asked if we could park there because I was willing to pay for parking, but she still parked there. She ended up getting a $90/$100 ticket and said we should split it 50/50.
Now I’m dealing with car repairs, a new phone, bills, gas, groceries, etc., and I already had to use some of my savings for rent. I told her I’d have to take the $50 from my savings because I barely have anything left after bills. Her response was, “You’re cute, now send me money.” 😭
I personally feel like I shouldn’t have to pay it because I offered to Uber, she chose to drive, I asked about the parking, and I already bought her gas. The $50 itself isn’t the issue—it’s the principle, especially after I explained my financial situation. Besides this, we’ve had a few other issues that aren’t worth mentioning, so now I’m questioning the friendship. Am I being greedy/unreasonable? What would y’all do?

m fucking crushed. Its been a rough road with her health and it finally happened. I knew it would happen eventually, and even tried to prepare myself for it. It did not help. I've genuinely never felt this sad and empty before. The worst part is that we all had plans to go to my brother's house where she lived and have a BBQ and spend time together...TOMORROW. One day. One fucking day and I at least could have seen her once more. The universe can be so ironically cruel. I loved her so much and im going to miss her even more. Thanks for reading.

Shrimp kabobs I made recently.