I'm stuck in a relationship I can't get out of it.... I like my girl and I I don't in the same time.. She love me but I don't she know that.. But I just know that she has been hiding secret from me sense we start to dating first time.. And I told her I know about your Instagram acco... She says I'm sorry... I told her I'll try to make this work... But I really don't want her this time and I'm cheating on her.. Maybe I cheat because I don't like her anymore.. But in the same time I do.. Wtf is wrong with this relationship?
I secretly wish my husband would have an accident at work and not come. I hate that after 11 years I can not feel love anymore. I hate that I saved myself for a husband who has nothing to do with me romantically or sexually. I hate I am financially dependent on him. I hate I am too chicken to leave.
I despise when customers call in for one quick question and don't let me pitch anything for them. I know you don't want to hear it. But just let me do my dang job. Just take maybe 2 minutes out of your day to listen to me, jerk.
Just got home from 4th of July party hella lot and can't help to feel so god damn sober after realizing I'm only about to get 5 hours of sleep for a morning shift tomorrow....lol
I hate fireworks. I mean they're pretty, but they're overpriced, they're dangerous, they're bad for the environment, and they're too fucking loud. I hate that the big crazy fireworks are legal here now. Leave the big fireworks to the professionals.
I felt so worse not to pass the test. I'm sorry , mum and dad :(
I finally gave my coworkers a piece of my mind (meaning I asked them to do their fucking jobs and not leave me with all the work) and they got so butthurt about it that they're not talking to me now. Honestly... good. I don't want to talk to them anyway.
Whenever i make my sister slightly angry (by not giving in to her abuse or by disagreeing with her, or by exposing her as a liar to my parents) she threatens to go to the police and tell them i beat her. she is unstable and completely willing to play as a victim. this kind of accusations are taken seriously in my country and they are also not investigated, they just assume the man is always guilty so she could end my life, my parents don't seem to care because she is the favourite. For years now i just avoid talking to her or interacting with her at all because of her mental illnesses and abuse, because if i pretend that she is dead then she can't hurt me, but lately she has been extra worse, coming into my room to acuse me of stealing from her and worse, and my mom always believes her. i don't know what to do, i'm scared. i know i need to leave and i was acquiring skills so i could work and leave my home doing what i love, but recently i got hurt in my sport and will need surgery, so i will have to stay at home and make no progress in my training for 4 months. i'm afraid that she will have one of her mental illness attacks and send me to jail during those 4 months. since i got injured a month ago i have been locked in my room, and i only go out to eat when she is already in her room sleeping.
Piece of ahit ass old man. I hit the ball further than his life, and he wanna talk shit. Fuck you, old man. My life ain't over like yours. Fucking piecr of shit.
I hate my parents in law. I hate how they treat me. They're the sort of people who highly value politeness, and this is the reason for why we hate each other; because we have different understandings of politeness. For them, it's the excessive use of "thank you" (no, saying it one time and being sincere about it isn't enough, they want to hear it so often over even the tiniest things that everyone else would think you're being sarcastic), always formally saying hello and goodbye with a handshake (which I was taught to only do the first time you meet someone, and later be casual. Our families are just different here, which is unfortunate and I don't think anyone's to blame) and talking a lot, which isn't a possibility for someone who's as shy as me - I guess every person who's shy can relate to this. Extroverts think you hate them or are being rude when you don't talk much. Which brings us to what I see as being polite: making someone, especially when they're guest in your house, feel wanted and welcomed. By looking them in the eyes when you come in and say hello, by being friendly to them even if you don't like them very much. Especially when your son wants to marry this person. I always try my best to not show that I hate them - at the beginning I didn't even, I tried to understand why they were so cold - try to talk more, to say thank you loud and clearly and as much as I can fit into the conversation, to not tell my boyfriend that I have problems with them because I know it upsets him. And they? Openly hate me, ask my boyfriend why he even wants me and don't make an effort to try to understand me. If we were living alone, I would have no problem with all of that, just avoid visiting them, but we're both still living with our parents, and since my place is too small to have 4 people in it, we mostly sleep and hang out at his place. We're both the type to really need to be close and around each other all the time. Which now doesn't seem to be possible anymore because I don't know how long I can bear this anymore. (So, this is the end of the confession, but I feel the need to clarify a few things. First of all, There are reasons for why we're still living at home, and it's not because we're too lazy to work. Secondly, I know there are problems far worse, but I needed to rant about this. Furthermore, I'd like to apologise for my aggressive tone, I'm mad at them, not at you.)