Had an online GF for 6 years and 2 months. We haven’t met once, and I’m dying inside.

As the title suggests, I have been in an overseas relationship with the same girl for just over 6 years and 2 months. Met online when we were 13 and we haven’t left each others side since.

I love her, she’s an amazing girl … And I’m just so done with the loneliness.

I’m just so sick of the loneliness guys, this stings, and not in a “romantic despair” kind of way either.

It’s not even the stinging that bothers me, it’s the knowing that this will “continue to sting” for a ton of time and there is nothing i can do until we finally meet and eventually sort out living arrangements and do the actual planning.

I don’t feel sorry for myself. In fact I realise that this whole post reads just like i am resentful towards my partner and like I am begging for sympathy. But I don’t want any of that. I don’t blame her for any of this.

In fact she probably has it even worse than me by virtue of being a very social girl without a legitimate boyfriend. I wouldn’t even blame her for having a casual FWB at this point. If she wasn’t such a sweetheart to me I would suspect already from some signs.

All this while couples our age are kissing and doing all the things that we are missing out on. Heck the last girl I hugged was my Step Mom and she hates me compared to her actual son.

This sucks. Period. And to the 3 or perhaps 4 bored souls that end up reading this, I sincerely apologise to you for wasting your time on this self-pitying summary of my non existent love life.

Trust me I don’t think I’m the hero of this story at all.

My partner of 6 years uninvited me to an event and I feel heartbroken.

I’ll preface this by saying I love being social and going out, but sadly don’t have many friends who want to do this.

I’ve always asked my partner to join me for a night out – dinner, dancing, music, etc. but he always said it wasn’t his thing.

So recently he started a new job, in the field of his degree. It’s a female-dominated area so I always knew he’d make more female friends.

But since he graduated, he’s been going out more and more with these girls (and a few of their partners).

I’ve met the new friends a handful of times and we’ve hit it off, he said they love me.

One of the girls invited us to her party this weekend, and I RSVP’d saying I’d love to go. He then tells her I can’t go and tells me he doesn’t want me there because “it’s not my scene”.

He’s recently started drinking. He says he’ll be “fine” so he can blow off steam. But I feel so heartbroken that he doesn’t want me there, we even got into an argument because I said I’d love to go, and he told me to get my own friends.

It hurts because I was actually invited by the friend. We’ve been together for so long, talked about children and weddings. Feels like another failed relationship for me.

I’m tired of being the at home mom while my fiancé is out partying

Currently laying awake with baby at almost 4 in the morning, absolutely exhausted but unable to sleep. He said he wasn’t going to be gone long, I told him we can’t be going to bed at 3 in the morning for the 4th night in a row.

Baby likes to wake up super early and I get stuck watching him. He told me for sure he’d be back home before them. It’s about to be 4.

He said he was going to start coming back an hour ago. He’s legit 5 minutes away. I know he’s not cheating, just probably caught up talking the ears off whoever is still awake at his friends.

I messaged him that this wasn’t fair. He said he wants to spend as much time with his friends as possible because he feels like he’s going to get a job soon.

But it’s been a struggle to get him to even look at any jobs, let alone the ones I find for him and send to him.

I just ask for a part time job from him. I’m about to start mine in 2 days, where’s my ticket to go out and stay up late? Where’s my ticket to sleep in till 1 for the 4th day in a row. Where’s my ticket to get upset that the baby is being a baby and making noise and not being soothed fast enough and waking me up?

Just really needed to vent because I’m sick of this.

Update: It’s almost 5 and this dude just came home. I’m livid.

I did talk with him a little when he got home, as much as I had the energy for. I was cold when he walked in and reminded him that he said he’d be home way earlier.

He apologized, but I didn’t really take it. I asked him what happened and he said he didn’t know, he just got so drunk and couldn’t sober up. I told him that he did that to himself and that i was very angry with him over it. He said his head started to really hurt is why he didn’t leave when he said he was going to. Again, I told him he did that to himself.

I told him that when baby wakes up, he’s going to watch him so then I can get rest. I was sick of paying for him being irresponsible. He’s currently sleeping on the couch and will be getting a formal talking to later. There are clearly things we both need to work on, such as my ability to set boundaries, and his ability to respect them. Our relationship will be determined based on our talk, for better or worse.

Our baby boy is 6 months old and was a surprise to the both of us. Luckily he’s very healthy and happy and hasn’t been affected by any of this.

My boyfriend continues to be the mother figure in my life. I love it

I’ve talked about this here before, but I can’t get over the feeling. He’s so good at comforting me, being patient and doing fun things with me.

I went to his house (mind you were both 17) after a long shift at work and I was exhausted. He then offered to lend me some of his clothes so I can take a shower.

When I give him my dirty clothes he noticed bruises on my arms that I forgot I had from the night before.

He learned that I hadn’t eaten today because I was busy. He gave me snacks and water and eventually made me something to eat.

We spent time reading books and watching YouTube together.

Unfortunately in the midst of it I somehow started my period right then and there. I started cramping and he offered me some stomach massages and warmth.

While he massaged me, he talked about how beautiful I looked. And how I was a blessing to him. The rest of the day we just laughed and played.

His motherly ways make me feel 10 times better about my family and home life. As if things my real mother did to me never happened.

Whenever we hang out my problems just go right away.

In light of nightlife coming back later this month, I’m thinking of going to a club for the first time in my life just to experience it, when the ART rule hopefully eases off.

I’m a little past the age for clubbing tho (24) so most of my friends have already partied out a few years back. I don’t want to impose on them and I tend to like doing things alone without worrying about a friend being too drunk which has happened too many times before. A part of me is also embarassed about it haha.

I know the standard rules of never leaving my drink alone, not accepting drinks from strangers that aren’t freshly ordered, not leaving my bag unattended etc.

With those in mind I should be ok right?

Here are what netizens think:

• 24 is not too old to club lah, for crying out loud. You’re never too old to club – you just need to find the right club and right company. Friends are all clubbed out? Find new friends.

• If you pui pui big big, don’t worry your drink confirm safe no one will spike. Maybe people spike laxative to help u release the oil

• It’s quality not quantity. I have single digit friends but all I can rely on if I ever need help. Too bad most of them don’t club, but not a fan myself.

• I’ve seen guys camp outside toilets of marque and zouk just to “prey” on drunk ladies. Also first hand seen guys chase my female friends from level 1 to level 3, or chase from main dance floor within zouk/capital etc

I came home from work early (my hours are pretty unpredictable) and found female sneakers outside my home that weren’t mine.

At that point, I sort of already knew what I’d be walking into. My husband has recently become very fit and has been consistently going to the gym, during which he made a female friend who he even brought home for dinner last week.

She’s beautiful and thin and everything I am not, which instantly made me feel horrible. So, I talked to him about it. He encouraged me to build my confidence and reassured me he loved me and would always be loyal to me.

I walked into the laundry room from the garage and sort of tiptoed around the house before going upstairs.

They were in our bed, the midst of “doing it”. With a framed picture from our wedding above the nightstand next to it.

I silently left the room and got back in my car with tears streaming down my face and drove to get food and just sat in my car crying since.

Its now almost 6am (walked in on them at 7pm) and I’ve returned to work. He called me asking why I wasn’t home and I told him my shift is extended but in reality, I’m laying in one of the on-call rooms bawling my eyes out as I type this.

I feel so worthless and ugly and stupid. I don’t even know how to proceed. On one hand I want to divorce him and never see him again, but on the other hand, I’m an ugly woman….its not like I can do better. I feel so gross and the self-loathing is getting too much right now. Advice please.