Long post. I don't know whether to laugh, cry, or just post this shit in FML. I'm losing my mind, and I gotta vent somewhere before somebody ends up dead in this MF. Seriously.

As I'm writing this, I'm side-eyeing the old fucking geezer. He knows damn well I'm staring at him out of the corner of my eye, too. Well, I don't care, old man. FUCK YOU!!!

I'm a nurse, and I recently took an assignment about 60 kilometers from home, roughly an hour's drive. My pops lives about 20 minutes from my new workplace, and since the assignment runs through February, he suggested:

"Son, why don't you stay here during the week and head home on weekends?"

And I'm thinking, you know what? That's actually not a bad idea. I'm a grown-ass man, soon to be a TOO-OLD grown-ass man, and maybe spending some quality time with the old man wouldn't be such a bad thing. Hang out, catch up, have one final hurrah together!

Well, today, my friends, is apparently his menopause day.

I get home from work, settle in, and turn on the TV to finish the movie I started yesterday but couldn't finish because it was supposedly "too loud."

A little while into the movie, he asks me to help him make pizza. I tell him I'm exhausted and just want to relax for a bit. Mind you, I'd already offered to pick up some KFC on my way home, but nooooooo. We couldn't possibly have that. We had to have his amazing homemade pizza.

Eventually, he finishes cooking and does what he's done my entire life: starts yelling for me from the kitchen.

Now, here's what I don't understand.

HOW THE FUCK CAN THIS MAN'S VOICE TRAVEL THROUGH THE KITCHEN, ACROSS TWO ROOMS, DOWN THE MAIN HALLWAY, AND INTO THE LIVING ROOM, YET STILL SOUND LIKE HE'S SCREAMING DIRECTLY INTO MY FUCKING EAR?

I swear, it's like Dolby Atmos surround sound, except the speakers are somehow positioned less than 30 centimeters from my eardrums.

"OUCH! I'M COMING, MAN! RELAX!"

So I make the two-kilometer pilgrimage to the kitchen, his voice still ringing in my ears.

Dinner is served.

Pizza.

Now, what the fuck is this?

All I wanted was some mushrooms and cheese on my pizza. That's it. Nothing complicated.

So why the hell is this shit SWEET?

"Great, isn't it? I really like the taste," he says.

"Yo, man, I'm not gonna lie. I'm not loving this, but whatever, it's edible."

I'm examining my slice, trying to figure out what I'm actually eating. There are mushrooms, some unidentifiable stringy things, and what appear to be tiny chopped-up pieces of... zucchini?

"Did you put... zucchini on my half of the pizza?"

"Just eat and stop complaining, son. When I was growing up, we never had it as good as you have it today."

Of course. The obligatory when I was growing up speech.

Anyway, I finish this bizarre sweet-and-sour, mashed-up excuse for a pizza, and he turns to me:

"Good, wasn't it, you buffoon? You have absolutely no taste buds whatsoever!"

I swear to God, I actually looked over my shoulder to see whether he was talking to somebody else.

Because this man's taste buds have been deteriorating for years. The older he gets, the more bizarre his cooking becomes. And lately, some of the combinations he's coming up with are downright disturbing.

I mean, SWEET PIZZA?

At this point, I swear, if he'd put pineapple on it, I would've considered that shit a victory.

BUT WAIT.

IT GETS BETTER.

Remember the zucchini I thought he'd put on my pizza?

Well, apparently, it wasn't zucchini.

"CUCUMBER, YOU SUCKER! That's what made it so delicious! Remember that little bowl of salad I had? With lettuce, cucumber, cherry tomatoes, and bean sprouts? Well, I chopped it all up and put it on the pizza so it wouldn't go to waste. AND IT WAS DELICIOUS!"

I just stood there.

"You put... an ENTIRE FUCKING SALAD... on a PIZZA? WHY?"

"Well, you buffoon, so I wouldn't have to throw it away! Why waste perfectly good food?"

"WHY DO I HAVE TO BE YOUR EXPERIMENTAL PET IN YOUR CULINARY ENDEAVORS, YOU OLD GEEZER?"

"Well, son, you're an idiot, and I just can't explain it to you."

"OK. Whatever."

And that's how that conversation ended.

(I knew I should've gone with KFC. I only have myself to blame. And NOW you understand why pineapple would've been a fucking victory here. :')

Anyway, I retreat to the living room to finish watching the movie I couldn't finish yesterday because, apparently, the tenants renting rooms in the house might hear it.

(As opposed to his fucking yodeling from Mount Everest in the kitchen, which somehow doesn't disturb a single soul?)

The movie is Notorious (2009), about the Notorious B.I.G.

Seven minutes in.

"Why are they talking so much? They're giving me a headache."

"Are you for real?"

I ignore him and keep watching.

He's sitting there with his laptop, playing chess, watching YouTube, and somehow keeping one eye on the TV. Every two or three minutes, he abandons whatever he's doing to ask me another question.

"Didn't he get shot?"

"Wasn't he the one who had a thing with Lil' Kim?"

"Wasn't he friends with the guy who killed him? What was his name again... Poof Daddy?"

"Didn't he have beef with Two Pack?"

I'm trying to watch the damn movie while answering this endless stream of questions, and I'm genuinely starting to wonder how the hell my pops remembers all this stuff.

He never even liked rap music.

But I guess after all these years, some of my interests must've rubbed off on him. LOL.

Seven minutes later.

"Yeah, but why are they cursing so much?"

OH. MY. GOD.

This man complaining about profanity is like Hitler denying he ever gave a Nazi salute at a Nazi convention.

THE AUDACITY.

My father swears like there's no tomorrow. He swears like nobody on Earth can hear him, like the walls are soundproof, and like even GOD HIMSELF has somehow lost the ability to hear his voice.

But NOW?

NOW WE HAVE A PROBLEM WITH CURSING?

Another seven minutes go by.

"It's too loud. The neighbors are going to complain about all that noise and rap music. Please turn it down."

Mind you, the volume is already so low that I can barely make out what anyone in the movie is saying.

Then he looks at the TV.

"YOU HAVE THE VOLUME ON 23?????????"

TWENTY-THREE.

Yesterday, this same man was watching a political debate with the volume on FUCKING 88.

EIGHTY-EIGHT!

(IYKYK.)

But apparently, when I watch something, volume 23 is a public disturbance.

LIKE WHAT?

GIVE ME A FUCKING BREAK, OLD MAN!

So I'm sitting there in my chair, trying to watch the movie, with my feet resting on the footrest in front of me.

A FOOTREST.

You know, one of those things SPECIFICALLY DESIGNED FOR RESTING YOUR FUCKING FEET.

He looks over.

"Don't leave your feet up there for too long."

I turn to him.

"Why the hell not? It's literally made for resting your feet."

And this motherfucker, without a hint of irony, replies:

"It's for guests."

...

SMHHHHHHHHHHHH.

I SWEAR TO YOU.

I CANNOT MAKE THIS SHIT UP!!!

At this point, I've had enough.

I get up, pause the movie, and, while huffing, puffing, and internally fuming with the calm dignity of a man on the verge of committing a felony, inform this Mussolini-Hitler-inspired dictator that I'm going to take a shower.

"Man, I need a shower. You cannot be fucking serious, old man."

So off I go.

And while I'm standing under the hot water, my mind starts wandering.

I start thinking about the rough year I've had. My herniated discs. The back pain. The fact that every single time I start a new job, my back decides it's time to completely fall apart.

I was actually talking to my mom about this the other day, and I swear to God, I think I'm ALLERGIC TO NEW JOBS.

I'm serious.

For the past four or five years, practically every time I've started a new assignment, my discs have flared up so badly I could barely walk. I've had to take heavy-duty morphine just to get through the pain.

And since I'm a traveling nurse/consultant, I change assignments every three to six months.

You see the problem here?

My back apparently has a fucking employment allergy.

So there I am, standing in the shower, thinking about how much weight I've gained over the past few years because I haven't been able to train like I used to.

How I went from being this chiseled, athletic guy to a big dude with MAN BOOBS.

Actual. Fucking. Man boobs.

And the worst part?

My ex-girlfriend, whom I'm now getting back together with, actually told me she LOVES it.

She said, and I swear I'm not making this up:

"I love how smooth and sexy you are now. You're like a 16-year-old girl developing breasts, getting ready for her first milking session."

YES.

SHE ACTUALLY SAID THAT.

And she STILL loves me.

Only God knows why.

So I'm standing there, staring at the shower wall, having what can only be described as an existential crisis.

And I start asking myself...

WHEN?

WHEN THE FUCK DID THIS HAPPEN?

WHEN DID I GO FROM LOOKING LIKE A YOUNG ENRIQUE IGLESIAS TO SOME BIZARRE COMBINATION OF BOY GEORGE AND RUPAUL?

WHEN DID MY LIFE BECOME ME, A GROWN-ASS MAN, LIVING WITH MY FATHER DURING THE WEEK AND MILKING MY TITS ON THE FUCKING WEEKENDS?

WHY?

WHY, GOD?

WHYYYYYYYYY?

...

Anyway.

I'm out of the shower now.

And guess what?

Apparently, "we" are watching YouTube.

And by "we," I mean HE is watching YouTube, and I am being FORCED to participate.

It's some girl walking around his old neighborhoods back in the motherland, somewhere in the fucking Middle East, acting silly and narrating her little stroll through the streets.

And he keeps trying to get me to watch.

"Look at this street!"

"Do you see where she's walking?"

"Come here, look at this!"

"Look! Look at this place!"

Old man, PLEASE.

I am BEGGING you.

I just want seven fucking minutes of peace.

FML.

And FUCK THE OLD GEEZER.

I mean, he's my pops. I love the man. Of course I do.

And the whole reason I agreed to stay here was because I thought it'd be nice to spend some extra time together while I still can.

But GOOD GOD.

Even as I'm sitting here writing this, he's interrupted me at least four times to make me watch that fucking girl wandering around the streets of his old neighborhood.

And that's when it hits me.

From 16:00, when I get home from work, until 22:00, when I finally go to bed, this man has something to say, something to complain about, something to show me, or something to ask me.

CONSTANTLY.

EVERY FUCKING SEVEN MINUTES.

The pizza.

The movie.

The volume.

The cursing.

The footrest.

The YouTube videos.

The endless questions.

And tomorrow?

I get to do it all over again.

FML.

RANT OUT!

I was recently diagnosed with an arterial venous malformation, somthing I was born with, due to recently suffering from a seizure. Due to this I have been barred from competing in my country in any fighting promotion, which I had my first tournament just on the horizon.

I plan to have this removed and continue fighting afterwards but all my family is telling me to give up. They throw around the idea of quitting so easily, they are all white color workers. They say I have so much to live for but I truly don’t. I am a college dropout, I have no savings, and labor jobs were my last resort until now since most lucrative labor careers will be hesitant to hire me due to this THING in my head.

I am lost, I don’t know what to do. Even if I get better and fight, no one in the my close circle with be there for me. All doors feel shut at even recreational exercise runs the risk of me having a brain bleed according to doctors. I don’t know what I am going to do with my life.

Hey everyone, I’m new here.
I translated this post using ChatGPT, so I hope that’s okay. My English isn’t quite as good as I thought it was. 😅
I’m from Germany, and honestly, I’m slowly reaching a point where I don’t know what to do anymore. When I was 18, I moved out of my parents’ house while I was still in the middle of my vocational training. There was a reason for it, though: my girlfriend at the time had just become pregnant.
From that point on, things started going downhill. I tried to have serious, in depth conversations with her about the situation, but she was absolutely certain that she wanted to keep the baby. She was 20 at the time, and I was 18. Of course, I had to respect her decision. So I told her, “We’ll get through this together, no matter how hard it gets.” Things moved incredibly fast after that. We moved in together shortly afterward, and suddenly, our lives had completely changed.
During that time, every single day felt like a struggle. A few months later, I dropped out of my vocational training because I simply couldn’t support a family on the salary I was earning as an apprentice.
Her pregnancy was an incredibly difficult time for me, while she saw it as the happiest time of her life. But despite everything I was feeling, I genuinely tried to do the right thing and be a good partner.
From the outside, our relationship was pretty toxic. There were constant arguments, misunderstandings, and conflicts.
But the main reason I’m posting here is that, during all of this, I ended up losing almost all of my friendships.
To some extent, I know I was partly responsible for that. My life had suddenly become completely different, and I was dealing with problems and responsibilities I had never experienced before. I simply didn’t have much time anymore.
But whenever I did have some free time and wanted to clear my head, it almost always ended in accusations and arguments with my girlfriend.
You know those moments when you meet up with your buddies in a parking lot, grab a Red Bull, and just talk about life for a while? Nothing special, just hanging out and enjoying a little freedom.
Even that became something I was practically “forbidden” from doing.
Her usual arguments were things like, “Those aren’t real friends,” or, “You’re leaving your pregnant girlfriend sitting at home alone.”
This happened almost every time I wanted to meet up with them.
And eventually, things turned out exactly as you might expect: my friends slowly drifted away from me.
I’ll try to keep the rest a little shorter.
Our child was born, and I started a job that has been incredibly hard on me.
The first few months were absolute hell.
We were both overwhelmed, but we were both trying to do what we thought was best for our child. Unfortunately, things between us kept getting worse. We argued almost every single day. I genuinely tried to do everything right, but eventually, she decided that she wanted to end the relationship.
After that, everything happened very quickly. Within a month, she had moved out with our child. That was a little over a year ago. And today, I’m still sitting in the same apartment, trying to figure out what to do with my life. Over time, my mental health deteriorated, and about three months ago, I finally sought professional help.
I’ve since been diagnosed with two conditions: a severe depressive episode without psychotic symptoms, and agoraphobia with panic disorder.
I’m genuinely trying to fight my way through all of this and get my life back on track.
But one of the things I miss the most is having friends again.
People I can talk to, people I can hang out with, people I can laugh with, or even just sit around with and talk about random things without having to worry about anything.
I don’t expect anyone to fix my problems, and I know that rebuilding my life is ult mately something I have to do myself.
I just feel incredibly lonely, and I miss having people in my life who genuinely want to spend time with me. I guess I’m posting this because I don’t really know where else to turn anymore. Have any of you ever found yourselves in a situation where you lost almost everyone around you and had to start over from scratch? How did you manage to rebuild your social life and find new friends as an adult?
I’d really appreciate hearing your stories or advice.

Old washer stopped working, tried buying all new parts and nothing worked. So decided to buy new washer, now new washer won’t even wash a regular load. Fml

Hi, I'ma keep my name anonymous out of shame.

I have lived my whole life without ambition, fast forward to high school, things are going alright, I work at a grocery store part time, it's not bad.

I graduate, I decide to follow in my brother's footsteps and go into the military, the Airforce to be exact.

I made it to to 3rd week of basic training, I get so sick life just sucks, I pretend I'm suicidal because of how much the sickness is hindering me and just making my life hell, I get moved to med bay, where I meet this awesome chick, we go to church, she sat outside talking to dudes while I went in, go figure.

After about 4 drooling months in med bay, I am ELS (entry level separationed)

I now work at a dead end job, no hope iny future, I take care of my disabled dad financially and I realize how much I fucked my life up, i regret giving up due to sickness.

I genuinely go day in and day out and just wish I had ambition to do anything.

I mean just fuck ..

Listen, I was 7 when I watched this at a friend's house. Her parents turned it on and had us sit and watch it with them. They said it wasn't scary.

As soon as the movie was over, my friend went with her parents to sleep in their bed because she was so scared. I stayed on the couch, too scared to go to her room. They turned all of the lights off as they went.

From roughly 11pm to whenever the sun finally rose, I sat wide eyed in the dark, frantically looking at anything that "moved" around me. So many shapes and colors seemed to swirl around me in the night. Just enough light from outside street lamp to make out a few silhouettes of what was around me. It felt as if the tv was taunting me, threatening to spill out demons.

For months after, I would not close the bathroom door after one of the movie scenes, and I slept with bedroom lights on.

Now, at 25, I still can't really watch anything scary. I just decided to look up this movie and FML it has 3% on rotten tomatoes 🤣 didn't even get traumatized by a GOOD movie!

I finally watched Friday the 13th this week with my husband, and it wasn't all bad! Jumpscare at the end took me out though.

I lost my car key and after looking everywhere I finally gave up and paid to get a replacement made. A week later I found the original sitting exactly where I left it. It wasnt hidden under anything or shoved in some weird place. It was just sitting there and somehow I never saw it. So now I have two keys and less money

Im just in a very sad state of puberty

FML

I have been on Zepbound for almost 2 years now and have lost over 100lbs. I lost all the padding I once had that allowed me to sit for long periods of time. Now when I sit my bony backside can only handle sitting for a few minutes at a time before I start to feel pain. I had a perianal fistula from June 2025 - March 2026. Earlier this year I got a fistulotomy (Don't Google that if you want to sleep at night) and the recovery was brutal. I had to wear diapers for almost 3 months! Once I fully healed I was feeling great!

In early September I attended a funeral where I sat for at least 3 hours straight! The chairs had no padding at all and I felt uncomfortable but I didn't get up because I thought it would be rude to do so. It was the first funeral I have attended in my adult life and I wasn't sure what the proper etiquette was. So I just sat there and the next day I woke up to find the Fistula had returned!

I had to go to the surgeon again to get it looked at. If you have ever had your anus examined you know what it's like but if you haven't let me paint you a picture. You kneel on a chair/bed contraption with your pants down and rest the top of your body on the chair. Then the doctor slowly tilts you forward and raises you up so that he can get a better look at your anus (not the planet). He then tapes your butt cheeks to the sides of the chair to keep them spread open and then shines a spotlight on you. Did I mention that he has to do all this with an assistant in the room because you cannot be left alone with the doctor while in such a vulnerable position. He drained the fistula to provide some relief but a week later it was back! So he drained it again. I did an MRI earlier this week now I'm waiting for my results to see how deep this Fistula tunnel is. I'm already scheduled for surgery in a few weeks.

Today I got home from work to find my fridge open. My two months supply of Zepbound has reached room temperature which means I only have 21 days to use it all. My surgery is scheduled for 21 days from today! You aren't allowed to do a Zepbound injection 14 days prior to a surgery which means all my Zepbound is going to go bad before I can use it.

FML

TL;DR

I lost over 100lbs on Zepbound which turned into a pain in the ass, literally, because the padding I once had is gone so sitting has become uncomfortable. I got home from work to find my fridge open and that has ruined my two months supply of Zepbound. This may be the universe telling me to get fat again.

Life has never sucked so bad

I went to spit in my toilet at the same time as flushing & some of the water got in my mouth. FML.

I used to work for a town with mensual meetings. Sometimes someone brought donuts or cookies or something like that.

My boss was gluten intolerant so she never ate anything. One time I decided to be nice and I brought cookies that were gluten-free to the next meeting.

Sat them right in front of her seat, told a few collegues Yeah I brought them and they are gluten free !

Nobody ate a single one. Nobody even mentionned them in general. And it wasn't a meeting where a random box of food would just sit there either.

So I just ate the box myself alone. FML

we prepared really sentimental and thoughtful gufts for each one of my friends in out friend group for their 18th bdays. were 6 ppl in total but certain ppl in the group have been close for longer and whatnot so rhere was usually 2 primary ppl in charge of preparing each gift. it was things like 18 letters from 18 ppl who love you or a video made up of 18 ppl they love telling them how much they mean to them. my birthday was the last out of the group and i was so excited about what my gift was gonna be cuz each person got something slightly different. well its been almost 2 months since my birthday passed and about a month since the celebration. the only reason i celebrated it so late was because everyone was constantly busy. and even after waiting for almost a month most ppl i invited couldnt make it due to travel or exams or family issues. and the other day the topic of these gifts was brought up and one of my two best friends who everyone assumed to be in charge of preparing my gift was with us. i jokingly said im the only one who didnt get anything and she just said oh yea we couldnt make that. idk what i was expecting to happen but ig i still stupidly expected there to be some sort of gift prepared for me even tho it had been almost 2 months. then the realization that i was never going to get it hit and i felt so utterly stupid for even expecting to receive one. i feel devastated and i dont feel lije talking to my two best friends who were supposed to be in responsible for putting the gift together. all our other friends in the group are confused too and sad for me but expect me to talk with my 2 best friends and get over it. we already did talk about it and they said they were busy during the summer and went on vacation. like what am i supposed to do with that?? i helped prepare both their gifts while preparing for exams??? i feel so disappointed and i feel like an idiot for even thinking id get that stupid gift. i want to rip my pages out of their special little notebook gifts and shred the paper into pieces. ive been acting cold towards them because even other than this whole thing theyve been extra mean and not thoughtful at all for the last 4 days and i had just had enough. and today one of them began randomly crying while we were all having lunch together like she wanted me to comfort her or sth. i feel so stupid its actually insane. i dont wven feel worthless which is what id usually do, i feel extremely angry at them for making me feel this worthless and then getting upset at me for not immediately getting over it when its their selfishness. i know this is a very first world problem and i normally wouldnt ever expect somethibg like this from them but weve done it for literally every single other person in the group and i personally helped make theirs. and i feel like im seen as an unworthy side character by people id literally do anything for ( and i usually go far and beyond). this just sucks. so much for finally being 18.

I’m not a natural storyteller, but this is the most FML story of my life. My friends thought it was funny and said I should post it on Reddit. Please bear with me as I try to get this down.

Back in October of 2020, I matched with this guy on Bumble (let’s call him Daniel for anonymity reasons). Daniel and I hit it off, and move off of Bumble to start talking on Snapchat. One thing leads to another and we exchange some risqué pictures (not nude). After that we never do anything more beyond texting periodically, matching on different dating apps, and making plans to hangout but never actually following through with them.

Fast forward to the summer of 2021. I post a selfie on my story, he slides up, and we start talking again. My roommates are out of town so I invite him over that Saturday for a “hang out.” He agrees, but we don’t talk after that at all.

That same week, I matched with a man on Hinge. We can call him Will. Will and I really hit it off. Considering Daniel and I never actually went through with any of our date plans, I decide to ask Will out on Saturday instead.

As expected, Daniel and I never follow up about plans, and effectively ghost each other.

Saturday rolls around, I meet Will at a local park. To this day, it’s the best first date I’ve ever had. We spent the entire night talking, walking around the city, and eating takeout on a picnic blanket at the park. The date lasted 6 hours.

Fast forward to a few weeks in: I’m really smitten with Will. At this point, I have completely forgotten about Daniel.

One night, we’re sitting in the park talking, and we realize that we have never swapped our instagrams. We sit together going through each other’s profiles, talking about our posts, and that’s when I see it. This blurry video of a guy playing guitar. He looks like.. NO! It can’t be. Surely this is a coincidence. I just need to clear it up.

I turn my phone to Will and ask, “Is this your friend? What’s his name?”

Nothing could have prepared me for his answer.

He responds, “No, that’s my uncle that I was telling you about. The one that is younger than me. His name is Daniel.”

To this day, I have never been more mortified than I was in that moment.

I drop the phone, put my head in my hands and say, “I am so, so sorry, but I have to tell you something horrible.” He looks at me concerned and I blurt out “I almost, hooked up with your uncle.”

I peek through my hands to catch his expression. He just starts laughing.

His laughter makes me laugh.

He takes a deep breath and goes, “when was this?”

I had to explain that it was the same day that we met.

He starts laughing harder and goes “well you clearly have a type”

After a bit of talking about it I ask, “what does this mean for us? I understand if it’s too weird.”

He responds, “well, you didn’t actually sleep together right? Just made plans to?”

I respond that we didn’t and he replies, “well then I don’t have a problem with it. It’s just a bizarre, hilarious coincidence.”

It’s been 5 years.
We are engaged now.
Our wedding date is set for the 6 year anniversary of our first date.

Daniel and I have talked about it and we’re on good terms. He’s married now and I am close friends with his wife. She thought the story was hilarious too.

Other things that feel important to note:

1. Will has facial hair that he frequently changes. So, Daniel may have posted him on his story but I didn’t recognize him because he recently shaved his beard off.
2. Daniel is 1 year older than me, Will is 3 years older than me. We’re all in our 20s.

TLDR:
I almost slept with my now fiancé’s uncle the day we met.

I was on a trip in another state and stopped at McDonald’s for something to eat. For some reason I decided this was finally the day I was gonna try an M&M’s McFlurry. I’d somehow never had one before. About three bites in I heard a crunch that definitely wasnt an M&M. One of my teeth, which already had an old filling in it, cracked. So that was the end of the McFlurry. I ended up spending the rest of the trip trying not to chew on that side and waiting until I got home so I could call my dentist. First M&M’s McFlurry was memorable at least

You take the time to try and help people where you try to take the time to help yourself and then the end America's just screwing this generation over my best friend's girlfriend has cancer he just lost his job and there is debt involved there's actively more importantly bills that are due in order to sustain the later bills getting paid with I don't know a roof and a car that works and the ability to sleep so that you can put gas and said car by working it's a rinse repeat pattern..... all I'm saying is I wish more people were capable of being able to help others because fuck the scamming fuck the fake ass oh I'm dying hitting me oh whoe is me bullshit.

Being 26 about to be 27 and I have all the problems that I do in my life but all I want to do is help people that I hold dearly to my life as good people they get the worst things that happen to them from the universe God or just random fate and time happening self-induced stress because you always had a stressor on your shoulder it's cliche but I don't have the ability to help bro just needs 2500 and everything's paid up everything's good and like deal with the cancer have the mental freak out I just don't have it and like genuinely every bit of me wants to help him in whatever way I can whether it's buying him food or paying for his gasoline so he can continue to pay his bills the medical debts not going to go away for a while that's like upwards of 50 to $60,000 because we live in this great nation of the United States of America and you know what we get absolute shit absolute slop and we have a president trying to fucking bribe us currently with five grand yeah that sounds great if my vote actually got me a paycheck as soon as I fucking submitted the ballot I would actually be okay with a businessman owning our country but no he's a Neo-Nazi and you know what that means he has no regulation recognition or quality of fuck to give for the American people because he's money hungry

To expand on that that's why he's sucking Israel's cock right now like literally deepthroating that shit well China's over here laughing like the producer that they are telling him what to do where to put it how the scene is going to go just like Hollywood

And on brighter notes China already makes everything for everyone they might as well rule the whole fucking world without rolling the whole fucking world it's kind of fucking ridiculous

If I die at the age of 35 it's going to be from self-infliction if I die of old age it's going to be when I'm 70 and hopefully it's when 2077 actually exist for a year of better existence...... I don't like referencing American culturally created ideals or expansions on misuse of power and Calamity is for a nation but let's be for real with the way AI is going the way the government within America is going the way that the world is already starting and has started in is currently in World War 3 we've been second-guessing ourselves for a while whether it's happening no it's been happening they just haven't said anything because they don't want to freak everyone out like the previous two world wars have causing people to massively sacrifice themselves those were the Smart Ones they just got away too early before they could really be potentialized because we're so drawn into basic necessity for breaking people whereas the brain is complex it needs complexity but simplicity for understanding not Simplicity for coercion and obedience then losing that complexity the human brain is capable of doing so many different things we could probably mentally mind fuck people or use cybernetic fucking implants to fry whatever vehicle or electronic device on this planet but as a country we're too focused on the military being so cut and dry so straightforward and restricted get out of your own ass bro it's deeper than that and if cyberpunk becomes a thing we're really all screwed because for what it's worth in that game China did kind of take over but they handed the reins to Japan it was like hey you have a better understanding anyway.....

If there's anything that this country needs it's a better president a better government driven by the people voted for by the people and not swayed by Propaganda to make one or the other look better and give false promises

I'm not going to get five grand if I vote for Trump during the midterms let's go Republican because Democrats about to get the vote😅😅😅😅😅🙌🙌🙌👀👀👀🤣🤣🤣🤣

I couldn't put this post in r/vent so here goes our / fuck my life hope you all don't have problems with real life shit because it's real everything I've said above is real....😮‍💨😔🙆‍♂️🤦‍♂️

coming here to share (shout) into the void…. throwawy because spouse is on Reddit.

Married two decades to emotionally abusive spouse. We have 3 kids together. Thought I could tough it out for the kids… youngest has started to emulate me however and to try and buffer and absorb the abuse. I can’t be that example for her. Decide to end the marriage. Can‘t move out b/c spouse has racked up six figures of short term debt and I took a lower paying job years ago so that I could be more present at home and hopefully improve our marriage (I still believed them at the time that *I* was the problem). I don’t make enough to carry the debt that was put in my name and pay rent or a mortgage.

Two weeks ago I applied for an open job at my old employer. I had worked there for 12 years with good reviews and promotions. left on good terms (I thought) They responded today “no thanks”. no interview, no call.

I’m living in the basement of my own home, hiding from and scared of my spouse and ashamed of the example I’ve been for my kids. I don’t know how to get us out.

fml

I had curry the other week and I guess I swallowed alot of seeds(?) because ive been draining seeds out of my g port of my gj tube

Well some of the seeds have gotten stuck, so ive taken to breaking them up with my teeth

Well a seed got stuck, and I was doing my thing with my teeth and one of my insicors clipped the top part and punctured through

I was like "ok appears to be cosmetic damage" until I noticed it was leaking..

I called the hospital and asked them if it was an emergent situation, they said no and to stay home and call IR in the morning

I call IR, talk of shame telling them I accidentally bit a hole through the plastic tube shoved in my abdomen, I also tell them im having a celiac flare and cant be awake and unfortunately need GA as my intestines hurt just by breathing

They tell me they cant replace it until at least the 28th, and at least a week for GA

FML

Tl;dr I tried to break a seed up, and ended up puncturing my feeding tube and cant get it replaced for at least a week

Well its an old house but new to me.

Replaced water heater Saturday with a loan

Monday my AC broke and this company is trying to wayyy overcharge me to the tune of $25k in louisiana where the cost of living is ridiculously low

While the guy was checking out my AC, I noticed water on the floor( I was washing dishes) and I opened the kitchen cabinet to discover a pool under my sink.

Im past broke

Send help

FML

Update: The sky stopped falling! Turns out the part is under warranty which ends in like 1 month, part and installation should be free. Thank God!!!

I have an anal fissure, GERD, Diverticulitus, and now I have exercise induced asthma. Oh and I’ve always had depression. Want to feel better go for a run “oh no you’re sick coughing for a week and having blood in your stool hope that depression is better”

This last month has been a doozy. Rumors that my husband was cheating at work escalated into harassment and threats from the girl and her ex.. then a few days ago I find out said rumors were actually true, we decide to work shit out which I thought meant a turnaround of my luck but then I go and break my fuckin toe AND start my damn period within 24 hours. 👍🏻

Whoever has a voodoo doll of me needs to quit because what in the dang world is going on here…?

Just got out of hospital after a depression spiral 4 weeks ago and now in that time im back at it got mugged for my wallet so no id to even have fun for my first week in college that also being a shit show because I got put in tbe wrong group by the college so I missed my majors intro to the course and theres nothing they can do to give me that day so thats even more fun my dogs dying and did I mention after I got out my "girlfriend" decided to ghost me after I tried to talk to her in person and break up and shes running around and telling people about my attempt and how much I drank so truly shit doesnt get better maybe for a week but yeah Fuck My Life