r/WeListenToYou

I guess I’ll be the first to post here.

On Tuesday, my fiancée and partner of four years told me that she is gay and that she doesn’t love me romantically anymore.

We had just gotten back from a trip together and everything seemed fine, though I did notice that she was acting strange Tuesday morning.

So we’re now separated. We live in an apartment with her sister and I’m spending the nights on the office couch. My lease is up in July so I guess I have to stay here until then.

It feels like I didn’t have my seatbelt on in a car crash. I love her to death and as much as I’ve talked to her this is my new reality. Things will never be the same for me, and that’s causing sadness, anger, d

Hello to whomever might be reading this. To the best of my knowledge, this sub was created by u/mei9ji as a place for people to come if they need someone to talk to. I think that this was a beautiful idea and I want to help. I just wanted anyone that comes here to know that I'll be listening along with u/mei9ji. Have a wonderful day.

Hi. I saw this sub linked to a very real post that had reached my front page. I have bipolar 1, ptsd, depression, anxiety, and paradoxical thinking disorder. More than once in my life I have sat with a loaded gun to my head, a knife to my heart, or pills in my hand. I’m doing better now, legitimately, but I know that the wind can blow in both directions.

Today, I am here as an ear. Maybe in the future I’ll need a shoulder to lean on, but for now, until the wind changes again, you have me. I have seen horrible things, been abused within and inch of my life, and done things that rocked me to my core. I know it’s terrifying. You keep the darkness inside you locked up because it beats straigh

I’m an alcoholic. I was before i went to iraq and Afghanistan and i am now. I want to die, but am unwilling to do it because my uncle just did and i see the ripples that hurt my family. I won’t kill myself but everyday existence is pain like a meseek. I can’t wait to die even if it’s just waiting for Mother Nature. Nothing brings me joy, and my family has shut me out because i lost faith in their religious circles. I know I deserve to die, and I know I’m condemned to isolation because my family can’t accept me as agnostic, and I can’t trust a woman enough to form a relationship. Even if i could every woman i date cares about pop culture way more than i can after watching people die while eve

I never said or posted anything, even on a throwaway, expressing what I really thought about myself 100 times a day before i saw this sub get created. I laid it out and fully expected to be called out for being a drunk. I also expected to have something said to me about politics since i went to war. Instead of being called a drunk, i was told that strangers loved me as a human being anyway. Instead of being called a shill/nazi/baby-killer i was told by strangers on one of the most toxic public sites that they were there for me; people here even set up chat lines where i could go if i needed to just talk. You all listened. I posted first while i was still drunk. I mean, i was even being an as

I should probably have made a throwaway for this but I’m too tired to do it and I’m too empty to care.

My common law MIL has been visiting for the last week. My partner and I have been together 8 yrs but I’ve only met her a handful of times. She’s a nice lady however she is also a crazy hippy (the conspiracy-theorist tin-foil-hat-wearing kind). Her company is hard to enjoy because she preaches her nonsense pretty much non-stop. She has the answers to everything and is enlightened and the rest of us all are just lost and she’s here to guide us. She means well but it gets infuriating.

We live in a densely wooded area and have many walking and hiking trails straight from our front door. MIL

My account is negative -$300+ even after my paycheck was deposited because of outstanding overdraft every 3 three days after the first two days (5 @ $175) since it was over a week due to unfortunate circumstances and they’re going to keep charging me fees until it’s positive but I don’t have extra money to make it so. My electric bill is high this month I don’t know how I’ll pay that. My credit cards are maxed out so I can’t pay the $200 deposit that the university I’m transferring to this semester wants to reserve my spot.

I don’t know what to do. I’m on my own, I don’t have any family. I’ve asked for money from my friends before in the past when a major situation came up (and indeed

My baby sister. My sweet, innocent, 16 year old sister. I held her hand in the hospital room, while her body twitched and convulsed for no apparent reason. Just staring at the rope burn across her neck. It still hasn't sunk in. I haven't even cried yet. We don't even know if she'll ever come to. I'm home for a little while to sleep, but I'm exhausted, not tired.

Fuck.

I know I can't play what ifs, and I know I can't blame myself. But God fucking dammit what if I was at my parents house more? What if I intentionally sought being with her more? What. Fucking. If.

I feel like it's a dream. That I'm gonna wake up in a drunken stupor and realize it was just a nightmare. But I know it's no

When I was little I had a lot of aches and pains and doctors visits and no solid answers. I had pain growing up, always just "growing pains" or "sleep on it". I was sad and told "it'll get better". Now I'm 18, broke, and in pain. I went to one doctor, got mostly normal blood tests, and a couple meaningless referrals and one new one (I've had quite a few with no results). Things got worse, less mobility, more cracking and aching and almost passing out in public.. went back and had MORE bloodwork and another referral.. mostly normal again, and I'm assuming she won't follow up either. I can't work, I can't really move, I'm on generic pain meds that will probably fuck up my liver or kidney, but

I have and am battling the demon fog that make you think like you can do nothing right and the world is against you. I am slowly pulling myself out of it but know it will be an up hill battle. I like this sub and it's intentions and will help when I can. May I suggest we put up some guidelines... cause this is Reddit and will always be trolls.

As per usual please be understanding and considerate.

I regret marrying my husband.

I thought going into marriage was what I had to do because I was 29 at the time and thought well, he is a decent guy and that he was different than the guys I've dated.

3 years into my marriage and one child I should have been more selective. I never lived with him before getting married and now that we are, I realize he is too used to someone taking care of him. He lived with his parents prior marrying. I did, too but I helped around the house.

Now I am in physical pain due to an illness, it is putting a rift to my marriage. He is not used to taking initiative in helping around the house and I still have to remind him to do it. It has been a very long time

My brain surgery is done and they are actually letting me go home today :) :) things worked out much better than I thought they would. Thanks for all of the support

I know it isn't unusual, but it's my first time, and I'm in my 30's. He and his daughter are my entire life, because he promised me it was ok to feel that way. She's 9, and her mom passed when she was 5, and for almost three years she's looked at me as a mother. I get her ready for school, I bathe her, I feed her, I study with her, I read her to sleep, and kiss her boo-boos. I love her. He works all the time. He talked me into moving to another state for a job opportunity for him, and I came. I left everything. I'm so alone now, a nine year old is my only friend.

A week or so ago, I plugged his phone in by the bed because he asked me to, and a text popped up. "I know you're probably

We are indeed growing apart. I’m starting to set boundaries and work on detaching with love, and work on healthy things. She drank 3 bottles of wine and while I loved watching a movie together, after she fell asleep when I moved, she woke and dropped that bomb on me; her tone was that of gaslighting. I brushed it off and she’s back asleep again.

I’m tired. I’m lonely. I want my wife back who doesn’t smell like wine and sweat and anger.

Anyway. Thanks for listening.