I’m 17 year old punk. For the past year, I’ve been feeling like I’m ready to be a parent. I’m already looked down on for my choice in music and my lifestyle. I know I’d be looked down upon even more for this decision to have a child, but I just feel ready. This last weekend, my ex girlfriend called me and told me that she’d had a miscarriage that had been from when we were together. I’ve been depressed to the point of suicide ever since. I feel bad, but I wish she hadn’t had the miscarriage and that I could have had a child.
I cant even kiss my boyfriend, let alone be sexual with him. Molest has ruined me. I will NEVER full recover from those events. I wish I was strong enough to let go a little bit, but i can’t. I feel like a disappointment and that i’ll never be good enough for anyone.
I regret that I ever left my wife. I had someone influence me on my decision. Which was wrong and now she has f… up, and I don’t even like seeing her face. I know that I love my wife and want to be with her, I am just not sure how to do it. I have spent a lot a money since this happened. Really being stupid and I know she doesn’t have any. That makes me feel like an ass. She is always supporting and probably would do about anything. I know that she has changed. I haven’t told her but I really like it. I need to go home to her with my tail between my legs. I want to make Love to her all day long when I get bak.
when i was 19 i dated a girl that rocked my world. she was beautiful and kind hearted. we dated for two years on and off because of issues and me cheating on her (kissed other girls). she was also the girl i lost my virginity to. when it ended and it was officially over, i tried really hard to get her back but she made up her mind. i stalked her for a month before i finally gave up. I knew that she had become a different person and did not love me like she used to. this was 7 years ago. I still think about her to this day. I always regret cheating and going behind her back. I wish that i could have saved the relationship. Because of her, it is hard for me to stay in a relationship, much less let myself get emotionally attached again. It is rude to admit, but none of the girls that i have dated to this day has helped me to truly get over her. If i could, in anyway, I would give up everything i have to be with her again.
Yeah I am sixtyplus.But the lust and fire within me is as before.I had sex with more than onehundred,incest,gay,pros all types.I lost my wife at a young age again remarried.But the thought of sex always covers me and I do all type of nuisance.Alwaays emptiness and lonliness,anxiety fear follows me.I feel verymuch guilty as I have disgraced many relations.As I can not disclose to any body I cry many times.
I lost my virginity to a prostitute.
I hate being a mom. I hate everything about it. I cried a whole day when i found out i was pregnant. I hated moving away from everyone and everything i knew because my stupid boyfriend lived 2 hours away. I hated all the nausea and pain. I hate that my boyfriends a selfish asshole who always left me home alone all the time and got mad when i asked to spend time with him. I hate that even now im the only person he never sets aside time for. I hate that i dont have any time to myself. I dont even feel like my daughter is mine. I dont feel motherly. I dont care when she cries. I hate playing peekaboo. I hate kids. I have having to do everything for someone else. I hate that my depression is so bad that i dont even care about myself anymore. I dont eat. I dont sleep. I dont want to talk. I hate that even if i try and make friends they still treat me like shit. I hate that no one cares that im depressed. Half the time i wish someone would just kill me because im too scared to do it myself. I worry so much i dont even notice im doing it. I just want to lay in bed and sleep forever. I hate that i can have a panic attack infront of my boyfriend and all he does is pack another bowl. I hate everything about my life
I hate myself for this, me and my wife really wanted to have a baby but we are unable to finance all the spends related, so we had an abortion, now I feel terrible, it’s a decision I regret everyday and every night, it’s taking away my sleep and tranquility.
When I was 13 I met the perfect guy for me. He was smart, funny, sweet, and maybe a little weird, but in a good way. He wasn’t the most attractive guy in the world, but his personality made up for it a thousand fold. But I was young and vain and still waiting for my perfect abercrobie model guy. I was also terrified of anything more than the idea of a romantic relationship. He liked me, and when he confessed it I told him I just wanted to be friends. I now realize that he was a one in a million type of guy and I’ll probably never meet another like him again. He’s probably long forgotten me, but I know I’ll never forget him. I wish I could have met him now. If I met him now, I wouldn’t be scared or stupid. I would be with him and appreciate him for the great guy he is. It sounds stupid, I knew him for just one summer long ago, I should really forget about him. But I just know that I missed out on something great back then, and I can’t help but wish I could slap my 13 year-old self in the back of the head and tell her that I might never meet a guy like that again.
I was 20 years old and my Dad had just died. He had been a mediator between my mom and I when she would stab me in my back and smile in my face. So when he died, I remember walking down the street one day after getting off the bus and just quietly crying, and asking God, “Where am I going to go once I graduate from college? I can’t go back home because I don’t feel emotionally safe with her. What am I going to do?”
Not even 2 months later, I meet this Muslim guy from Ghana, Africa. I had never seen him on campus before, but he said he knew me or saw me in the computer *** frequently. He was 31 years old (11 years older than me) and a graduate student. He wasn’t exceptionally handsome; just average. I was however impressed by his education and had always been interested in other countries.
2 months later we were married! 2 months later I was pregnant.
He turned out to be controlling, and not flexible at all; his opinions and thoughts were the only ones that mattered. However, in hindsight, although those characteristics really frustrated and confused me at the time, I now realize that lots of people are like that (i.e. if you have a different opinion than someone else, it’s likely that you will bash them or demean them because they don’t share your opinion); but I think it bothered me so much back then because I wasn’t raised around people like that. I found his behavior very suffocating.
I felt frustrated, disappointed, scared, and extremely suffocated.
I gave birth, and by that time our marriage had deteriorated so much to the point that there was tension in the delivery room. It was supposed to be a joyous occasion but it was like we were actually fighting each other.
Less than 3 weeks later, we separated and I’m sent to my moms home witg my baby girl, just the place I didn’t want to be!
My mom told me I need to get on welfare. I was completely petrified of being on welfare. Yet, my husband wasn’t sending money, and I couldn’t work yet because I was still bleeding profusely and could hardly walk.
I also was afraid to be divorced and a single mother. Let alone, all of the other unresolved childhood issues between my mother and I.
I started to feel like maybe I just shouldn’t/couldn’t be an effective mother.
One night I went to the hospital and told them that I need to give up my baby. Then I started changing my mind, crying and going back and forth. Finally, they just said you don’t have a choice. And that was it — my baby was in foster care for several weeks and then my husband got custody.
I wish I didn’t give her up; I didn’t know what I was doing. I wish I had just got on welfare and just lived instead of being afraid and doubting myself.
I married a woman out of treatment 6 years ago .
She burnt the kitchen down in 2008 in 2010 she totaled
2 cars drinking and driving and made her caretaker
Then she lost her job and had to come work in a store
I opened. Things were ok during the 2 treatment
Centers she would drink every couple months
. But in last year she made friends with strangers
And now she disappeared last Friday she was drinking
I’m the bad guy for being controlling and she wants a divorce
I want to give up on life so bad . Ps I still am in love with her
I have grown completely unhappy with the person that I once wanted to spend the rest of my life with. He’s changed, he doesn’t want to love me & I sort of don’t want to love him. I think I’m done but I don’t wanna admit it to myself. I’m depressed. I think it’s time to move on,