I love my cat. Really, I do. He's so sweet and he's such a great cat. And I am so blessed to have him right now because he vanished for several months, and I only got him back because he still had his collar by the grace of God and some lady called me. My confession, though, is that I'm considering rehoming him. Despite his great qualities, this cat is trouble. He's very mischievous and clever, and he's constantly getting into the dog's food. And now he's started getting into our food. I try to keep him contained downstairs because my family is allergic to him, but he keeps finding ways to escape upstairs and go on a feeding frenzy. It's pissing me off that I can't outsmart this cat. He keeps barging his way through the ghetto door setup with brute force, or leaping a good 10 feet over the top of it. I'm at my wits' end. I don't want to keep him crated all the time- I can't, even if I wanted to, because I can't afford to keep spending this much on laundry detergent and cleaning supplies to take care of his messes in the crate- but he can't keep getting upstairs. I love him and I'm so glad he's home, but he wasn't like this before. He used to be so well behaved. It's like he's a totally different cat :( And now I don't know if I can handle him. My various mental disorders make me unable to handle stress well, and this is stressing me out beyond belief. I just wonder if someone else out there is better suited to care for him than I am.
when i was 16, me and my cousin started hooking up. she used to come over to my house everyday . it started with us playing "wrestling" ..one thing lead to another .. the crazy part was that' i was a virgin, i lost my virginity to my cousin .we hooked up a few times, there was one moment we had around Christmas. she came over and got very drunk 😏 she couldnt hold back. she didnt care anymore and came into my room that night. we were so loud, im surprised we didnt get caught.. to be continued 😉
I grew up in the US and I hated it there. It's so hard to make friends.. for introverts... I'm always lonely and depressed and life is very demanding. When I moved in the Philippines, it was easy to connect with people "in person". Yeah the country can be unsafe, and can be damn humid but I love the people here. The people that I met somehow cured my depression. Yeah bad health care as well but I love it here! I love the food, the culture, events, and I can live by the limitations of that from the first world country. I dont really care what my parents think, I live my Filipino heritage and their social connection. Something considered awkward when I was in the US.
I hate falling for a guy who is cold and bold... yet i was blind to his attitude. ..
Valentine's Day is not popularly celebrated in my boyfriend's country. Only like a very few do so I am expecting nothing on the 14th. Just a regular day even though it is an opposite in my country
I see no reason a sane man would marry in this country anymore. So I am to bet you half my earnings forever, that you will love me forever, and if I lose, I lose it all? If I win I get nothing. Meanwhile women are more than happy to shack up with me where I retain all the cards and could kick them out at a moment's notice if I get bored, angry, or just find someone better. Why would I do that? Why would anyone?
I feel like relationships aren't my thing, i don't hate it but i hate this whole idea of being committed, not the part where you have to be loyal mind you, it actually takes nothing to be loyal but it takes a lot to have to talk to them every single day or meet up with them every single day or facetime or call or be with them every single day. I don't even do that to my best friends so how the hell am i supposed to do that in a relationship. It just sounds like a lot of work. Sometimes (most times) i like to be left alone so thinking about having a boyfriend is out of the question. Idk maybe it's just me, maybe i haven't found 'the one' yet, not going to lie and say im looking forward to it though, but i won't be mad if they could change my commitment issues.
It’s raining really hard right now and my boyfriend and I have been stuck in this little treehouse playing board games for the past hour and he just told me the sweetest thing ever. He told me that the rain reminded him of this day, way back before we started dating, when I showed up at his front door dripping wet in my yellow raincoat and he took me up to his room and helped me dry off and asked me why I didn’t wait until the storm passed before walking over and I told him that I just couldn’t wait because I had a bunch of books in my backpack that I was dying to show him. He said that was the day when he realized he liked me! He was like “I swear when I opened the door and saw you in that little yellow raincoat with your hair all wet my heart just about burst into a million pieces” and oh my gosh that is so hilarious and endearing to me. I love it. It’s so peculiar because now that I think of it, it was raining on the day that I realized I liked him, too. It was during a school fire drill actually. I just remember sitting on the sidewalk watching the classes file out of the building, and then his class came out. He was with some friends, and they were all laughing because he’d stepped in a giant puddle and his entire shoe was soaking wet. He was laughing, too. He looked so happy about something so unfortunate. I didn’t understand it at all, but I just couldn’t take my eyes off him. Then a girl sat next to me and asked me what I was staring at, and I suddenly felt really flustered and, uh.. hopeful. But I didn’t know why. I didn’t even know his name back then. Looking at him shouldn’t have affected me like that. But it did. But anyway, we’re still stuck in this treehouse and I just lost our game of chess. My boyfriend’s asleep on my lap now and when it stops raining I’m going to wake him up so we can go get coffee at the restaurant down the street. I’m just so happy. It’s been such a nice day.
I'm on my first long term relationship, we've been together for about a year and a half. The thing is that he is not doing some little things that he used to do like he used to call me every night to talk about our days and say good night. I don't know if this is the normal course of relationships or if I'm not that interesting anymore or if it's cause he's too tired but I miss those things. And every time I want to bring it up I feel over dramatic. Idk what to do.
I dated this guy back in highschool which I considered myself lucky cause he was super popular with the girls and I wasnt the "super pretty cheerleader" type. I was a chubby emo girl for sure but anyways, We broke up and I found out we broke up cause he found a girl he talked too on the internet and that really messed with my self-esteem. But now Im dating his best freind and we have been together for 6 years and we have two kids, still going strong so the moral of the story is that things are going to be shitty at first but happiness will come along as you least expect it too.