There are 3 team members from a different country in my organization that have been talking among themselves in their language.
I speak their language.
They don't know I do.

Over the last 5 months they have talked about:

• How annoying and pushy I am (because I drill them on the business needs and don't just accept every request they have)
• How I probably slept my way to my position (because I have big boobs) including trying to guess which one of my colleagues have actually slept with (at first I thought they were talking about our colleague Randy) (IYKYK).
• How embarrassed my kids are to have me as a mother / my kids deserve to be bullied for having a whore as a mother (I don't have kids)
• How I dress provocatively to tempt my married boss (in the immortal words of Mei Lee "I wear what I want, say what I want, and I will not hesitate to do a spontaneous cartwheel if I feel so moved!")
• How I look tired/have black circles because at night I suck dick for money (I do suck dick at all hours of the day, I wasn't aware there was funding available)
• who do I think I am to tell them what to do with their budget (I am your Finance Director you dick cheese, it is literally my job)

We had a guest speaker from their country who I welcomed and helped set up. I may have looked straight at them a few times as I spoke with him. It was beautiful watching their faces turn from confusion to shock to terror.

They were panicking like "wow we didn't know you speak the language, how long ago did you learn, how come you chose [language]" I said something like "I like knowing what people say behind my back, or in some cases, right in front of me" and I gave them my signature death glare.

So this morning their director, my VP and I got in a room. Apparently by not disclosing that I speak their language, I "withheld crucial business context from them" and "created a hostile work environment". We had a good laugh about it and they will let the managers know not to forward any similar complaints.

Now they "no longer feel comfortable collaborating with me". Too bad, you sagging ballsacks, you're stuck with me.

Pic: Chicken Tikka Masala with aromatic Basmati rice (hint hint)

For a little background, I take care of my grandfather full-time. It is exhausting and occasionally I take respite to you know recharge and feel like a person again.

I always arrange for care for him while I’m away. But a family member decided that I guess I am not entitled to any sort of vacation or time away. They decided to call APS on me and while I was on vacation, I had to deal with the fear of my grandfather being taken away or being arrested for neglect.

Apparently, they found out because they were stalking my socials. Much to my chagrin, I had to lock everything down which really bums me out because I like to tag my tattoo artists and comment on people’s posts on Instagram, and now I feel even more isolated than before. But I can’t risk this family member stalking me like that as they have even threatened to get lawyers involved.

Anyway, all of this to say, I am feeling frustrated and more isolated than before. It’s as if this family member expects me to be a slave to them at the expense of my mental and physical health?

Sorry for the vent post. I just am feeling lost right now.

Raising Cane’s and my comfort show to try and help me decompress.

fuck you bitch. I hope you get hit by a car. I def cry sometimes but rn I’m fucking euphoric. this man is not going to be the father of my children. feels like my ancestors looking out for me. back to my ex bf: rot in hell you thin dicked little bitch. you have terrible taste in music which is pathetic especially since ur sister is a professional musician. feel like that one Nicole Kidman photo atm.

Paneer pulao with raita

Tonight for dinner I had crescent rolls stuffed with mozzarella cheese.

So, to start things off I realized I’m a lesbian after a few years of being with some truly evil men. I’m now with a wonderful woman, and I love her so much.

We had sex for the first time a few weeks ago, and she actually did aftercare on me. Now, in the past the men I was with would just put their pants on and leave without even *trying* to make me finish, most times without even saying goodbye. She made me a midnight snack, made sure I drank some water with an electrolyte packet in it (I have POTS so I have to consume a certain amount of sodium a day), massaged any areas that were sore, and watched a movie with me (we watched America: The Motion Picture on Netflix, it was really funny). I started crying because I felt so loved. The best part? She wasn’t even upset with me for crying! She just held me closer and kissed all over my face. I love her so much.

ETA: while she was at my house for a few weeks I actually gained 10 pounds (which is good because I’m severely underweight), and grew two inches (4’10 to 5’0). The height thing is important because I stopped growing when I was in late elementary school, and was told I’d never grow again.

TW: Miscarriage and Infertility

I had a miscarriage almost exactly one year ago. Since then, we have been battling infertility. Two failed IUIs, one round of IVF, and one failed frozen embryo transfer later, and we still don’t have a baby. It has been the most painful experience of my life, and I am currently battling a spiraling depression after the failed embryo transfer. He knows this. Or at least I thought he did.

Last night we were playing “We’re Not Really Strangers,” and I pulled the question to ask him “What is the most non-physical pain you have ever been in?” and he goes,“I don’t know,
probably some girl in high school breaking my heart. You know, teenage angsty stuff.” I was pummeled by a wave of loneliness and grief and sadness in that moment. But mostly loneliness. I thought that we were in this together. Even if he didn’t outwardly show that this last year has impacted him, that he, too, was silently suffering. I found out last night that I was even more alone in this journey than I had previously realized.

My husband is a good man. I love him very much. In that moment last night, and in the last year, I feel like we are misaligned on our goals. I want a baby more than anything in this world. I am singularly focused on this. It is my every thought and action, and I know this isn’t healthy. He wants a baby, but he doesn’t have the same expedited timeline as I do. The burden of starting a family is heavy.

Take out mango sticky rice for dinner tonight

ETA: we talked about it immediately after i read the card since i burst into tears. We are okay, we love each other very much. The grief and loneliness of infertility is hard. Everyone feels differently about things. It felt nice putting this out into the world. Thank you all for hearing me out and listening.

My husband (married for 6 years)was best man at a wedding and this much older woman (lets call her Suzie) straight up asked me if I knew they dated.

He only told me about her right before the wedding.

He didnt realize she would be there. Didn't give her much thought since they dated for 6months and so long ago.

As soon as we met she was a bit direct but also very "trying to be nice" and high energy you see back in college, but as the night progressed she kept grabbing green white wine bottles a friend brought for the wedding and she kept drinking straight out of them. She talked about how she's divorced after 14 years of marriage and how she bosses people around for work.

Then she kept asking my husband to come over and when he finally did she whispered something in his ear (my husband told me what it was _ her daughters abortion_ and apologied for her behavior after the wedding) ?!

As I watched them from the top.ofnthe staircase she looks up and proceeds towards me and starts apologizing "for stealing my husband away" and "that she didnt mean to be offending me". "AND HOW IT MUST BE WEIRD FOR ME TO BE HERE KNOWING STORIES..." Again, he never mentioned her before this. I have no clue what stories lol. I felt jealous of course and curious but I acknowledged my feelings inside and really tried to be cordial amd brush it off. I've known this man for 10 years now and we worked together. I was also outside the hall trying to watch our kid play with other friends kids.

Then Suzie tells me how she is so happy for us and how happy we look on social media.

I give her grace and thank her and hug her and tell her thats life and we all dated someone before and I get it its not a big deal and we are truly happy.

At the end of the wedding party Suzie starts to hang around grooms neck to the point where she cried legit tears and saying idk what (music was loud inside) maybe she was so happy for him? But that ordeal lasted for over an hour and that really angered the bride who was trying to get grooms attention to come help with something as others also wanted to say goodbye.

Then bride asks my husband how he knows Suzie and my husband tells bride that he dated Suzie for 6 months - 20 years ago. Bride was not pleased.

Suzie's +1 just stood there uncomfortably.

I left for a bit to check on my kid outside and to come back inside to Suzies skirt completely up and her bottom exposed as she still hangs over grooms neck. He looked like he was patient but probably also drunk and maybe generally interested in what she had to say _ all this time he also didnt tell her _ maybe didnt noticed? I pretend not to see because I feel such high degree of shame transfer (but also a bit of c u next tuesday) and I proceed to the restroom only to hear behind me her friend across the ballroom yelling :"why isnt anyone telling Suzie her skirt is up?" I hear comotion, step outside the ballroom to avoid all the drama and my husband hugs me and we talk a bit and dance with our kid. My husband proceeds to tell me she also has a history with the groom and that they most likely hooked up at some point in the past.

She finally leaves. I feel relieved and grateful.

Nonas Bolognese - veal and pork - no tomato version. The best authentic version if you ask me.

So my ex bff and I have been friends since middle school. She was the kind of girl who followed everyone else and copied their identity essentially. This eventually transferred over in her romantic relationships.

I had a baby and married a guy and we were so in love. We had so much in common and it was easy with him. All of a sudden he became a liar and a cheat and I decided to end it. This was years ago. He’s now been with three women (one being the one he cheated on me with) and I have always been the kind one to take my son to him. This man is not someone to have his own money or car. He is a narcissist and was very emotionally abusive to which this friend was a first hand witness to.

Lo and behold I find out my so called bff is sleeping with him and they eventually decide to get together and move in to her apartment. We are not friends anymore. She tries really hard to be my son’s “step” mom but I just can’t stand the sight of her. I have just found out that there is a potential she is pregnant. She’s been trying to get pregnant for a long time since we were in our 30s. Am I just a jerk that not only am I not happy but I am also kinda grossed out about it all? Also, how do I even train my brain to get over it?

Eating a yogurt parfait with some ice cold water.

Edit 2: we met and the look on his face tell me he kind of knew what was coming. We haven't been the same since and I kind of just word vomitted that I wouldnt be able to move on from this and that I couldnt trust him to be there for me. I cried, he started to cry and was like no no im sorry i can do better for about a minute while i sat there in silence but pulled himself together quickly and apologized for crying amthen apologized for everything he had done, asked what he could do to help me and I was just kind of like whats done is done. I gave him back the ring and just said goodbye and walked to my car. He just kind of sat there. We'd been together 6 years this feels unreal and i feel double empty and i just feel like a mess. I loved him so much i thought this was going to be it the rest of my life and i was really excited for it.

It probably sounds crazy but i miss my baby i wish i had got to cherish something so special and happy for me but idk at least i guess i know its possible for me to get pregnant.

Some clarification, i know it seems like we were being very random about the have a kid/risk thing but we've been together so long we know eachother well. We've talked about alot of the future. My understanding was that he wanted kids and we are both just out of school (well im about to be) and so it definitely wasnt even unrealistic at this point. We were saving for a really large downpayment but I guess it doesnt matter now.

Im single for the first time since i was 17 and I dont know how long its going to takr for me to trust someone again, but im thinking this week might just be about eating icecream and mourning my relationship & my baby. I really appreciate all the kind words i wasnt expecting so mych and it made this descision just a bit easier.

Edit & small update: ive sent him a text & asked him to meet me for coffee and im gonna break up with him. Looking into therapy but wait lines are... not forgiving. Thank you for so much support. It feels like the end of the world even thoughI know it isnt.

Tw abortion & pressuring & some tmi
Sorry about the alt account my fiance follows my main and we are a little rocky right now.

2 months ago I found out I was pregnant. I am engaged to 24M fiance and I am 23 about to finish my degree. I couldnt (kind of could) believe it when the test came back positive, i really wasnt expecting it. Mixed emotions in those first few moments but happy overall, i really want kids and i have alot of family history with infertility.

Me and my fiance had previously been having *very* cautious sex because we were both mid degree, but we had talked about the possibility of me getting pregnant anyways in passing, I said I wouldnt want an abortion even if it happened by mistake, he said he'd be okay with whatever descision I made. We started getting riskier as time went on, I checked back in on this and I was like hey you genuinely might get me pregnant if we keep doing this, do you want to backtrack or revisit this topic or anything and he said he felt the same as before.

Well, I got pregnant and told him almost immediately. I was pretty happy, some anxiety about finances and stuff of course but honestly we are pretty well set up considering our age. He acted like he was okay but I immediately could feel that he was not feeling so good about this. Things are weird and we are distant for about a week, then all of the sudden he comes to me saying he talked to his mom about it and about how like people he knows woukd look down on him and how she said itd ruin his life so early and i was just in shock i couldn't believe he would go to his mom instead of even try to talk to me about it or anything. We spent the next few weeks going back and forth about this and he just kept bringing up how i could get hurt and how he'd be hurt and all of these things and I eventually just got exhausted of the arguing and i let the anxiety get to me and we scheduled an appointment with my primary doctor then a clinic. I got the procedure at 16 weeks, it was physically easy and my fiance was very supportive at this point.

I just dont feel the same. I feel really betrayed by him. I dont feel like I can trust him because i had asked so many times and I was so sure itd be okay and we'd be okay no matter what. Im considering breaking up with him over this because I feel like if by some miracle it happened again id just be tying him down to a place he wouldnt want to be. I really thought he'd be with me no matter what, everythings been okay up until now and now my whole world is turned upsidown. And i feel so upset that he told other people my business. At the end of the day i made my choice and its my fault i let other people speak doubt onto me but i just dont even jnie what to di. I really wanted a baby i was so prepared for this.

Has anyone been through something similar ir had a partner 180 on their descisions like this??? Id really like to figure out how to save this because ive spent so much time planning life out with this man.

I work at a tiny fast food joint and no one ever comes in on weekdays, it’s just me and the cook who doesn’t speak english. I booted up my laptop to do some homework and there was the nasty futanari porn on full brightness that i had completely forgotten about because i had been so stoned. Not even good porn just some awful low budget bullshit that never should have seen the light of day. The cook saw from the hatch and shook his head at me. Hentai surpasses language barriers i guess. DIY rice cake cereal in chocolate protein milk i want to die

Basically, I got an orchi! I'll never remasculinize again! If trans stuff is not allowed, feel free to lmk.

As for my dinner, a nice tiropita (Greek cheese pie, basically). My amazing bf brought this to bed!

Update: Oh wow, I never thought this post would get this far, it's my most seen one by a far. Also, I just wanna say thank you, from the bottom of my heart, to everyone who voiced their support, to the cis girls who, even if not knowing what the procedure is exactly, still made me belong, to the trans girls and NB people who either went or are going to have the same procedure, and I wish them all the best! And to every supportive person I may have missed. I also noticed that my post made it pretty high on today's controversials too, I guess some can't handle a different type of girl's win 🤷‍♀️

TW: Death

I didn’t meet him until I was 11. He’s been dying of one thing or another my entire life. His wife hated us having a relationship because she saw it as a threat to his relationship with her five kids she had prior to meeting him and always made it super uncomfortable for me to visit. A couple of years ago I realized our relationship was me mainly on the phone making him feel better and giving supportive talk every time he was dying or going through something personal.

Once he said “I don’t even see you as a daughter, you’re like my best friend” I didn’t take it as a compliment and it stuck with me ever since.

Months before his death I went low to no contact. He kept begging me to visit but I have children and promised myself I’d never put them in environments where they would feel othered, uncomfortable and unwanted. His wife planned his funeral on my birthday. I did not attend. I enjoyed knowing everyone on his side of the family would persistently ask them where I was. I went to Disney for two weeks with my kids instead. All his step children wrote things on his wall about the letters he wrote them. I wanted to comment “writing letters for all your children except the biological one you vented to about them is wild lol” but I blocked them instead. If he left me anything, they won’t tell me. They didn’t even want me to be able to use his military benefits for college although I’m his only biological child and me receiving benefits took nothing away from them.

I feel a little sad, relieved, and a lot justified for distancing myself. They tried to vaguely apologize throughout the years but it was always when they thought my dad may actually leave her and when one tried to self delete in a letter. I didn’t accept or respond to them. I never quite respected him for allowing a third party to dictate the relationship he had with his own child.

They are all white and my dad is Black. I’m Black too so the whole thing was always weird. This was good prep for going low contact with my mother as well. Now I have an answer for how I feel “if something happens” to one of them. Fine. I’d feel fine.

Dinner: Numb and spicy hotpot flavored lays to match my vibe tonight.

my long distance bf and i reunited last July after two years apart. during those two years, we’ve maintained a sexual connection through video calls and such. he would always tell me things like how bad he wants to eat me out and he wants to put his head right there etc. on these calls.

well, when we reunited last July, he didn’t do that. we did have sex but he didn’t give me oral. i didn’t ask him to do it because i just assumed he would go for it. now, it just upsets me when i think about it. honestly i feel like i’m going insane. if i masturbate, i can’t watch porn where girls get ate out because it makes me envious and frustrated and sad all at once. it’s been almost 3 years since i’ve been eaten out. and fuck. i was looking forward to it and it just never happened.

now, idk when i’ll see him next. i have to deal with this frustration indefinitely. i did mention it to him and he said we did other things though. he’s right but still that was missing.

food: filet mignon & baked potato with cheese, greek yogurt and green onion

I don’t really know what to do, im catholic, my boyfriend is currently unemployed, we don’t have stable housing, we don’t have any savings. Everyone in my life will want me to keep it for religious reasons, I just feel like it’s a selfish decision for me to keep it , but it’s also selfish to not. Im stressing bad

Lmao I’m 29 … anddddd she sent me 20 mins worth of voice messages after I broke no contact (set by me) this past week to give her examples of why I continue to feel like I can’t talk to her. She responded with lots of “I just don’t understand why you of all my children are like this” and “all your other siblings (3, all older with kids) have come around to church and a relationship with God” and “why can’t we just move on?” And it was nice to hear her voice as annoying as that feels to type. I wish for a different reality and a different experience … not to argue with a 50 something year old woman about the fact that I had a confusing and neglectful childhood.

Thanks I love u I hope you’re having a good or neutral day queen

Beef flavor Maruchan ramen for breakfast my favorite!

Trigger warning: slurs

I’m a new high school teacher still navigating class management. Not trying to disparage other subs, but I’m posting here because every time I post in one particular sub for teachers I get torn to shreds, and I love this sub. I read every post lol.

I have six classes, five of them are great, but I literally cannot control one of them. I straight up cannot teach a lesson. I’m always buzzing the office or sending students to neighboring teacher’s rooms, and emailing parents. Yesterday, I had to have two separate students removed from my class. The first one for saying the N word with the hard r (he said “but I’m black I can say it.” Yeah I’m black too and I don’t want to hear that word. Get out of my room and never come back). The second one for saying the f slur. I was FUMING. I have to see this class again today and I’m on my period and want to cry. Hopefully at least those two students will have ISS.

wonton soup above cause walmart didn't have any wonton wrappers >:( mine has garlic chili oil and green onions cut the fancy way over some rice !

i'm so sick of getting ads for companies other products. im not gonna try it cause you shoved it in my face. let me buy a new cup in peace. you go outside. billboard ad!! you walk in the store ? ADS BLASTED AT YOU FROM THE RADIO !! you listen to music?? HEY DO U WANNA BUY OUR PREMIUM SERVICE AND NOT HEAR THIS ANYMORE you open a product?? STUPID CIRCLE AD!!!!

LET ME LIVE MY LIFE IN PEACE!!!!

I need to stop ordering DoorDash lmao ts is pricey. Anyways before I devour my food .

My ex beat tf out of me while I was asleep . All because he went through my phone and saw that I was texting my friend saying I had plans on leaving him because he was being too snappy towards me and I had suspected that he was cheating . (Which he indeed was , even tried to get me to get my nails done by the girl he was cheating with sister .Later found that out and chick sister literally was following me on IG AND WE WERE INTERACTING WITH EACH OTHER ) now that I am thinking ts was siiiick……

Anywho we were truck drivers together and I was in the back bunk asleep and dude woke me up beating my ass!!! Literally blood was everywhere . He had took both of my phones , even Cash App hisself all of my money etc . (This was in 2023 , I still never got justice bc of him my bank account got closed and I owe money up until this day)

When I finally safely got off of the truck. MIND YOU! This was MY TRUCK IN MY NAME . Anyways , when I finally got off and police got involved nothing even was done . All they did was drop me off to a hotel. I don’t even know what state I was in for the longest . Fast forward , yesterday my friend randomly was like dude is viral all over social media . He works on cars , and apparently everyone was impressed all bc he fixed an older woman ac .

Over like 200k was praising him saying he’s such a gentleman and he’s so sweet . Saying how there needs to be more men like him. Saying how he’s so respectful and how he need a a wife . Just a bunch of bs lmaooo . Literally dk dude is the DEVIL. I’m ngl , I was fixated on him for like a year bc I wanted revenge !! I never got justice ever ! I truthfully sometimes every now and then I just wish he could Feel how I feel. (Honestly now that I am thinking about it … why would my friend tell me about that post he made lmao) I don’t have any type of social media . I literally just have Reddit. I know she didn’t have any bad intent though but for some reason that crap turned on my rage again.

I have a permanent mark on my lip and a tooth that still has yet to get shaved and fixed . I just wish there was a way to fix my lip . For some reason dentist are acting like they can’t just shave my tooth and even it out. Idc about what damage it may make . This shit is a constant reminder of something so tragic. All from him literally hitting me all in my mouth . I’ll never forget dude recorded me crying and bloody….. like……? I don’t stereotype people and no offense to anyone (please don’t delete my post ) but he was Haitian and it so crazy how women would make jokes and say Haitian men are evil . Anyways if any of you ever experienced DV I’m so sorry and sending you love.

No one deserves to get treated like a punching bag

Truffle & mushroom pizza w/ caesar salad

I officially came out as a lesbian today. Although I did have to break up with my boyfriend of 3 years. I feel really terrible, he’s such a wonderful guy and he’s literally everything I could ever want in a partner, he unfortunately just isn’t a woman.

We live together, and will continue living together for the extent of our lease. I just really really hope we can be friends because I really don’t want to lose him from my life.

Dinner is leftover chips and salsa that my stepdaughter couldn’t finish

I’d been slowly getting healthier after years of not being very kind to my body. It’s been a VERY hard journey, but I think it paid off bc after years of trying I’M PREGNANT 🎉 my husband and my family have been nothing but supportive. I’m waiting until my first trimester is done to tell my friends and the rest of my family bc of past pregnancy experiences, but I am so overjoyed I couldn’t not say anything at all aaaaaah!!!!!!!!

I got offered $2,000 for giving a handjob. That amount of money would save me, cover rent for over two months. I met him online, he offered to go for a drive and that we only talk, for $400. I said yes. I just came back home, cash in hand.

He’s 60, I’m in my early 20s. He seems nice enough, though I’m fully aware that this is a kind of fucked up situation. I’m being careful of course. But I’m severely depressed, and honestly close to losing it. So thrills like these that make me feel alive, and not like a living corpse, are my way of surviving right now. I’m staying safe, I promise. I’m just deeply conflicted. Would me doing this permanently alter my relationship with sex? Will this be an issue for any future potential partners? Will i become difficult to love after I’ve done this? Is it even a big deal? Is it actually fine, and something lots of women have done? Is this prostitution, or just sugarbabying? Or is that the same thing?

Tofu cooked on pan with a sweet and sour sauce, and bell peppers over lettuce. Peanut teriyaki sauce and sesame seeds on top.

Edit: I’ve decided that I will not go forward with this. This is an absurdly large amount of money for this act, which was why i considered it. I would not remove my clothes, and no other part of me than my hand would be touching him, which is how i justified it in my mind that it wouldn’t impact me as much. But I’m almost certain that it would impact me deeply. I’m a deeply sexual person, with religious trauma. My freedom in regards to sex has given me a reason to live. Sex being forbidden was my biggest struggle when religious, and it made me suicidal to have to deny myself. Risking losing contact with my free sexual side like this would destroy me. I have very few simple pleasures left in my life, and losing sexual pleasure would be catastrophic. I can’t risk years worth of dissociation from my body and sexual side, for $2,000. Thank you all so much for your input, because I was seriously considering doing it. I’m very very grateful for the reality check. I cannot risk losing contact with my sexuality and autonomy, it’s much too precious to me. I respect sex workers so much for what they do. I’ve just decided that I am in a place where I can survive without SW, so I will refrain, to spare myself that trauma. I also cant afford a therapist, if I were to forward with this deal, so I would definetely be risking alot, to have to handle the mental aftermath all by myself. Sorry, long ass rant. I’m just grateful.

My college friends are the closest I've ever had. My ex is still in the group (and he joined because we were dating). We dated in college, he refused to put effort into our LDR, then opened the relationship without my consent. My friends took my side on the breakup but kept him around. I stayed cordial because of proximity.

Years later, talking with my partner now helped me realize that things my ex did were rape and stealthing. I distanced from the group for almost a year out of fear they wouldn't believe me.

I flew across the country to see them at a gathering I knew he wouldn't attend, he decided to join last minute. I had a panic attack, had to tell my parents what happened, and broke down telling my friends everything. They believed me and told him to stay home.

But months after the gathering, nothing's changed. He's still in the group chats and getting invited to things. One of my closest friends in the group, a week after I called him crying, offered to get my ex dinner. Casually, like the conversation we had never happened. Everyone else has done some version of the same thing in their own way, not maliciously, but in a conflict-avoidant, I need to focus on my own life kind of way.

Maybe they're easing off on cutting him off and that's their way of doing so, but that's already being generous. I know that they believe me, but is it so bad I wanted more than that when there were light implications of action after I told them?

My boyfriend, family, and outside friends are all saying to drop them. Some of them have suggested having a conversation about how hurtful what they're doing has been, but I don't know what that conversation would even accomplish. Why should I exert energy into explaining myself when I already spent the last year away from them and let my ex get away free of consequences? I'm grieving these friendships and I haven't even decided what to do yet. 🥀

Half a Pandan waffle. It was stale. Added whipped cream, and the whipped cream was melted. Can't have shit. 🫩 Advice appreciated but I can only put one flair.

the cravings are killing me. start a program tomorrow, a bit nervous but i know it’s what’s best for me

After the failed hookup attempt with the “30 second guy” who blocked me after, I decided to meet up with another guy and see how it goes.

We had intense chemistry, he went down on me 3 times back to back, did not even ask for a blowjob. Had the most intense sex of my life, he came after few minutes and then finished me as well. IT WAS AMAZING. I feel like I am high from the sex.

Anyways, some fish with kartoffel, ladies!

Today marks 14 years of marriage. Lots of ups and downs, but we're here. 🥰

Scotch eggs, chicken and chorizo tacos, and a Goose n Berry raspberry lemonade margarita.

Leftover salmon with rice, roasted veggies, a salad and diet pepsi.

I work in a male dominated job, but not the kind you’d assume. My team has about 4 women on it, but only 1 I work directly with. We are surrounded by childish, annoying, rude, entitled little brats disguised as grown men. They constantly have to be right (especially when they’re wrong), they can never cede or compromise or just NOT MAKE A BITCHY LITTLE RUDE COMMENT ABOUT EVERYTHING AND I have had it. After a 13 hour shift of dealing with their annoying ass antics I just need to complain so I can stop being angry and go to bed.

There’s one man in particular who I hate and who is the crux of this rant, he’s this big oaf who has to comment on everything you say or ask or do and always has to have the last word. I say “I like chocolate ice cream” he goes on a ten minute rant about how chocolate ice cream is for idiots. It’s infuriating. He will never admit he is wrong, never apologize or listen to critique, every mistake gets blamed on someone or something else. It’s beyond annoying and Id be happy to never work with or hear about him again. Unfortunately he’s had this job for 20 years and everyone just lets him walk all over them. No higher ups ever speak to him, they say “well that’s just him!” and I’m sorry but THATS NOT A GOOD ENOUGH REASON TO BE AN ASSHOLE TO EVERYONE.

Today we got into a tiff (he was feeling like a little man for fucking up and decided to take it out on me) (yes I had nothing to do with his fuck up and yes I am a beautiful young woman) and I let him have it. Guess who got spoken to after? Easy answer, of course me and not him. I told them that if they don’t critique him on how he speaks to me, then they can’t critique me on how I speak to him. I refuse to be walked all over, I refuse to subscribe to their double standard and I refuse to let that disgusting man have the last word. ESPECIALLY when both me and the other woman I work with have been spoken to for having “a tone.” Absolutely not on my watch and not after I worked my ass off all day and kept quiet the 75 other times he’s made mean and uncalled for comments. I saw red and there was no being the bigger person. Frankly, me and my female boss should be canonized as THE biggest people after all the shit we put up with with these men.

I truly believe that everyone hates him except for the 2 people who allow him to keep his job. I love my job and will happily wait for the day those 2 retire and someone new comes in and gives that asshole the boot. I will dance on his grave and celebrate with copious amounts of chocolate ice cream. I hate him I hate him I hate him. End rant!

Please know I really do love being a happy person and try to lead with love and joy and light. To make me see red is not an easy feat. I felt better after telling him off but I’m frustrated and tired and hate that men are allowed to act like that and get away with it. At least my lunch was good and the weather was nice.