When I was 18 years old, I had a dream of getting married just after the polytechnic.

My parents had already wanted me to marry my bf who had just finished his polytechnic studies. He was a decent guy, and I felt that he was the one. We got married soon after and I thought it was a sweet dream come true.

Little did I know that it would soon turn into a nightmare. Within a few months of our marriage, I found out that I was pregnant. My husband and I were both in shock. We had not planned for this and were not ready to be parents.

The news of my pregnancy spread like wildfire in our alumni, and soon both my husband’s and my parents got involved in the situation. They were all worried about our future together and the financial burden that a baby would bring.

My husband had already enlisted in the army and was due to leave soon. We had not planned for this situation and were not sure how we would cope with the financial burden of a baby on top of his meagle military pay. My parents were already struggling financially and could not afford to help us out.

My husband’s parents had more money, but they were not willing to help us either. They wanted us to wait until my husband finished his term in the army before starting a family. But we had already decided that we wanted to keep the baby and were not willing to wait any longer.

So, in the end, both our parents had to fork out money to help us out. My parents had to take on extra jobs to make ends meet, while my husband’s parents had to dip into their savings to cover our expenses. We were both grateful for the help, but it was still a struggle for all of us.

As for me, I had just started working and was struggling to keep up with my job and the demands of being a pregnant woman. I was exhausted from working long hours and trying to take care of my unborn baby. I was also dealing with hormonal changes and physical changes that I had never experienced before.

The pregnancy was a difficult period for us, but we made it through. We had the support of our families and friends, which helped us get through this difficult time. We recently welcomed our beautiful baby girl into the world and are now trying to adjust to our new roles as parents.

Looking back, I’m glad that I went through this experience. It taught me a lot about life and how to be a responsible parent. I’m also thankful that I have a loving husband who was willing to stand by me through it all. We may not have had the perfect start to our marriage, but it’s now stronger than ever.

My mother has always wanted the best for me, and I will always be grateful for that.

But sometimes, she can be a bit too strict when it comes to my career choices. Ever since I was a young child, she has been determined to get me to pursue a career in medicine, and nothing else. She believes that a career in medicine would be the most lucrative and the most secure option for me.

I understand my mother’s point of view. She grew up with very little money, so she wants me to have a secure and lucrative career to ensure that I will never have to face the same financial struggles she did. But I have a different dream. I want to be a dancer.

My mother, however, does not understand my passion for dancing. She has never been a fan of any type of art, and she believes that my focus should be on more practical matters. She often tells me that I need to focus on medicine, because it’s the only way I will make enough money to support myself and my future family.

But the truth is, I’m not interested in medicine. I have no passion for it, and I have no desire to pursue it as a career. I want to dance. I have been dancing since I was three years old, and I have been in love with it ever since. I have taken classes and performed in numerous shows, and I am determined to make it my career.

My mother, however, refuses to accept this. She has always been a strong-willed woman, and she has always been determined to get her way. She does not understand that dancing is my passion and my dream, and she will not listen to any arguments I make in favor of it.

I recently told my mother that I want to pursue a career in dancing, and she was not impressed. She told me that I should forget about dancing and focus on medicine, because it is the only way I will make enough money. She said that she will not support me if I choose to pursue a career in dancing, and she made it very clear that she will not give me any financial assistance.

At first, I was angry and frustrated with my mother. I wanted her to understand my passion and to support me. But after thinking about it for a while, I realized that her words were coming from a place of love. She only wants what is best for me, and she wants to ensure that I will have a secure future.

So, I have decided to compromise. I am going to pursue a career in medicine, but I am also going to continue to pursue my passion for dancing. I will take dance classes and perform in shows whenever I have the time. That way, I can still pursue my dream without sacrificing my mother’s wishes.

I know that this compromise may not be perfect, but it’s the best solution for both of us. My mother will be happy knowing that I am pursuing a career in medicine, and I will still be able to pursue my passion for dancing. It’s a win-win situation, and I am grateful for it.

For someone so rich, I don’t understand why my boss is so stingy. He can afford expensive car but cannot afford to pay summon meh?

Everytime he kena summon, he will kpkb and ask me to help him appeal. Then even worse, sometimes he’ll tailgate other cars out so he can save on his parking fee.

Really sibei sia suay leh to see one Merc tailgate one Toyota. I don’t know why he must downgrade himself like this.

I know recession times money really very precious must save, but he like that might as well just don’t drive car. Save even more money. Really don’t understand how some rich people think.

It’s frustrating to feel like I’m being taken advantage of and not appreciated for all my hard work. I know that my boss is a very successful businessman, but his stinginess is starting to get to me. I just wish he could be a bit more generous with me and show me some appreciation.

I have been working for him for over five years and have gone out of my way to make sure that he is always happy with my work, yet he still doesn’t seem to appreciate me.

Here are what netizens think:

• It is precisely his stingy attitude that allowed him to stinge and save to buy a Merc that he cannot afford to sustain.

• If he can think like that means he’s not rich. He’s just looking like rich by scrimping on other aspect.

I love my best friend but I get effing annoyed by her bad habit of always being late.

A few min late never mind cos sometimes traffic is bad, but how is it possible that everytime we meet, she is always late by at least one hour?!

There was once she told me that she would be reaching in five min (and this was already 25min after our agreed meeting time) so I went to get a seat first at the café.

She only arrived forty five min later and by then, we only had thirty min left to eat because the café had a time limit. I was so angry that day I swear I really felt like walking away and going home.

Like what the F if you got something on and cannot meet, then just effing say lah! Don’t always double book so many appt and expect people to understand and forgive you. What the f.

This is just damn disrespectful of other people’s time lah. Worst part is, everytime I try to reason this out with her, she’ll find 1001 excuses to explain why she was late and apologise but what good use is her sorry when she’s just gonna do it again?

Late to failure in life

At first, I thought that this was just a fluke, but after a while, I noticed that my friend was consistently late and seemed to be doomed to fail at most of her endeavors. From her job to her relationships and even her finances, my friend seemed to always be struggling and never able to get ahead.

As time went on, I realized that my friend’s chronic lateness was a symptom of her larger issue—her inability to plan and execute her goals and projects. She was always focused on the short-term, trying to get things done as quickly as possible without taking the time to plan and strategize. This had a knock-on effect on her life as she was always running late, missing deadlines, and unable to complete projects.

At first, I thought that my friend was just unlucky and that she was doing the best she could given her circumstances. But, as time went on, I realized that this was not the case. My friend was making bad decisions and not taking the time to plan and strategize. She was always taking shortcuts and not thinking things through, which inevitably led to her failure in life.

I fantasize about my manager dying

I’ve always liked my managers and gotten on with them well. Until this job. The manager at my current job has set up her friends at work to constantly undermine and passively aggressively insult me and she thinks she is gods gift to her role.

I was warned about her when I first started the job by several staff members. Plenty of people hate her, but she shows a different face to staff she considers her equals or own managers, and then she doesn’t give a damn about staff she thinks are “below” her.

Working with her has been one of the most stressful, traumatic work experiences of my life.

One day during a super stressful shift I randomly had a mental flash of her dying in the elevator shaft at work because the elevator isn’t there and she falls.

I keep thinking about that repeatedly. I wish my manager would die. She’s a terrible person, and I don’t feel bad at all for wishing it. I’ve never had a manager act so sadistic or who was so toxic.

I think she’s scum. She’s scum for thinking she’s better than other people. She’s scum for being ignorant. And the world would be a better place without her.

I also don’t care what anyone thinks of this. I just wanted to finally say it.

Netizens’ comments

Nothing wrong with fantasizing about it to vent your frustrations, as long as you don’t actually do anything about it.

I made a pass at a bartender and now I can never go back to that bar.

I was a regular there. The bartender was a lovely young woman. I’d go in regularly before closing, chat, have a nice evening.

I misconstrued her kindness for flirting. And was emboldened by her never telling me to stop with my flirting.

One night, she kept me at the bar to keep her company while she closed up. Which meant she kept pouring small pulls of beer for both of us for an extra hour; I was WAAAAY drunker than I anticipated getting.

She asked me to walk her to her taxi and as she opened the door and turned to me to say good night, I leaned towards her to kiss her.

I wasnt thinking clearly and was running on mixed signals, i thought she was trying to kiss me.

So I leaned in. And she recoiled. And loudly rejected my advance. I didn’t put a hand on her, just leaned in. And yeah, I get it.

So, I bolted. Turned, walked as fast as I could in as straight a fashion as I could, all the way home. I apologized the next morning over FB. She read the message but never replied. So I have zero plans to bother her at the bar, even to try to apologize again. I have no face to show up there anymore.

Netizens’ comments

• If you like the bar and are a regular, just go in and apologize to her. Just say something like, “I was drunk and I apologize for making you feel uncomfortable. It won’t happen again.”
• Why can’t you go back? Sure, it’s awkward… you hit on her but she wasn’t keen… but it also sounds like a pretty normal misunderstanding that happens. Unless you assaulted her. Doesn’t sound like it though. So be an adult and go back to the bar and face the awkwardness. You could even go back and ask her if she minds you being there. What are you scared of?
• The only thing I’m seeing a lot that I disagree with is maybe don’t mention how drunk you were. Technically we’re all adults and are responsible for ourselves (Of course we slip up from time to time). I just think she would appreciate an in-person apology more if you left out something that could seem like an “excuse”

Got blamed for divorcing cheating husband

I was blindsided by my husband for years. I never knew that he cheated until the affair partner and his 8 year old son showed up at our house during my mother-in-law’s birthday.

It was quite a mess at that time, since it was kind of a family gathering and both our families were there. The affair partner said that since my husband is the father of the child, he has to raise him as well.

Financial support is not enough. He should be a father figure of the child.

My mother-in-law agreed and said she wanted to raise the child in our home. I was so angry that I decided to divorce my husband and said it in front of everyone.

My family agreed with my decision and were supportive of me, while my husband’s family disagreed. My 15 year old daughter disagreed as well.

She asked me and my family to forgive her father so that our family would not be broken. My husband also cried so hard at that time and asked for my forgiveness, but I was not buying it.

He knew from the start that cheating is one of the deal breakers of our marriage since we discussed it beforehand.

What hurts the most is the betrayal of my daughter. At first, she kept asking me to forgive her father. She said her father promised not to do it again. She kept pestering me so that I would listen to and give up the idea of divorce and not to break the family apart and continue living with her father as if everything was fine.

She also said that her half-brother was innocent at all these, so it was fine to live with us. You can’t imagine how devastated I was as I listened to her bs..

When I asked her if she and the mother-in-law knew about the affair, she stuttered and changed the subject. From then on, I knew that they all knew. I told her that all of them were the ones who broke the family apart by their betrayal, not me.

Fast forward, divorce was successful, then my husband and mother-in-law moved out. Now, my daughter and mother-in-law hated me and blamed me for breaking the family apart and being a hard-hearted b—- (according to them).

My daughter also moved out with them. The last I heard, the mistress and her son were living with all of them.

I no longer have a daughter and a husband. I’m my own company.

Anyway, I still have my parents and my brothers who stand by my side. They are my strongest support system. What is a daughter? I still have my nephews and nieces I can dote on instead.

I can’t say I’m okay at this moment, but I wish someday I will be. I wish things will be better in the near future.

My (38m) wife (35f) said my name while hooking up with a guy from her gym

My wife and I have been together for 9 years. Married for six and have a 3 year old daughter. I work from home and she is a stay at home mom and wife.

the gym she goes to has classes everyday at noon and she goes To one every day.

So this past weekend our daughter was going to spend a few days with her grandparents. They come to pick up up Friday morning and we all hang out for a bit.

When they leave my wife goes to the gym and says she will need to run some errands afterwards. That was normal so I didn’t think anything of it.

I’m self employed and have a home office and a general rule is that when the door to my office is closed I shouldn’t be disturbed except if it’s and emergency.

So I’m working with the door closed and I hear my wife come home early then I expected. I hear her use the toilet and it sounded like she stopped outside my office but didn’t knock.

Then I hear her run back to the toilet. My first guess was a stomachache or food poisoning or something. I leave my office and hear her dry heaving in the toilet.

After knocking to make sure she is ok I bring some water and she is lying on the bed and I was convinced she was sick because she looked terrible.

But then she told me what happened. Apparently she had met this guy at the gym and they had started flirting at first but today was the first day she had gone to his place.

Instead of going to the gym she went to see him. They started making out and getting undressed and while she admits to using her hand on him she swears there was no penetration of any kind.

He started kissing her neck and she said my name. That started some chaos and she left quickly and came straight home.

She showed me messages of how he started texting her almost as soon as she left and a lot of his comments seem to confirm her story. he asks about her saying my name and says how this wasn’t how there first time was supposed to go etc.

I think I can believe her that she stopped the situation before it went all the way. in the heat of the moment I told her if she wants any chance of working this out she needs to say to him in no uncertain terms they are over and has to quit the gym.

She did both without hesitation. I regret my choice of words because it made seem like we would definitely work this out.

its only been a few days but I’m not sure I want to reconcile but then I think about our daughter. She seems really remorseful but I’m just not sure what steps to take now. What advice or suggestions do people have?

Do I need to tell people beforehand that I don’t want to be choked when we get intimate in bed?

I (26f) hate being choked in bed, regardless of how hot men think it is. I know a lot of people really like it and I respect that, but I’m just not one of them.

I’ve had several experiences where guys (all were mid/late 20s) assumed I would be into it and choked me, especially when we’re halfway in missionary position and I’m just lying there defenceless, without discussing it with me.

I did not consent to this and it makes me angry, pretty much ruining the experience for me. I no longer feel safe with them since they’ve done something to me that I did not consent to, and that kills the appeal for me.

So how can I avoid this happening again? Do I need to preface that I don’t want to be choked before doing it with someone or are these outlier experiences?

I don’t want to kill the mood but I also don’t want to be choked anymore.

Netizens’ comments

• I’ve had guys SLAP me without asking first.
• You shouldn’t have to. But apparently you do. Anyone who is the choker should know there’s no way to do this 100% safely. I wouldn’t want to be the guy who choked a girl out who is basically a stranger… lol
• People should NEVER be choking other people without asking explicitly for consent. Obviously there are exceptions if you’re in a longer relationship and you give your partner more expansive permission. But no you shouldn’t have to tell people you don’t want to be choked without being asked.
• No idea what is making millennial & gen z men think they can choke & slap us during the act. I had someone grip on my throat while making out and it literally sent my body into panic mode and started crying. ask if it’s okay first!!!