A girl posted on social media after she was rejected by a tall guy, the tall guy told her that he can get any girl he wants because of his height and the girl started complaining online

Here is the story:

I just rejected a desperate guy because we are not compatible nad his totally. He then accuse me that I rejected him because he was short and curse and swear at me “I’m not good enough for him.” bla bla bla.

Men under 183cm tall need to shut up. Seriously. If you were taller than 183cm, I would guarantee you, you would come up with some other excuse for why you are not getting women. Seriously. The amount of times I have heard “you are a waste of 183cm ” is ridiculous.

Women are not going to “do it” with you just because you are over 183cm. Let me reiterate, women are NOT going to do it with you, just because you are tall.

Stop complaining and stop comparing. Thank you.

Here is what netizens say:

• It’s not long but it’s also very thin. They call me linguine for a reason.

• What it lacks in length it makes up for in skinniness.

• I’m 183cm and I suspect there are several women who don’t want to do it with me.
  
• A buddy I work with is 170cm and not much to look at, and his wife is at least 178cm or 180cm and smoking hot. This guy is the nicest, funniest, most confident man I’ve ever met in my life. Personality supersedes everything.
  
• Dont get me wrong but … women are usually more mature when it comes to choosing a partner that has a great personality vs a good looking 10/10 partner. Men never give normal looking women the same treatment, even if you look decent and dont wear make up or whatever your chances are lower in comparision with with the others. Personality doesnt always supersede everything.

I’ve been tgt with my bf for 10 years and I basically wear the pants in the rs not bcs I’m the domineering one but my bf mindset is not the kind that would plan ahead or would just decide on anything.

So naturally, I have to volunteer doing all the planning etc.

However, just awhile back my mum told me not to rush into things as she started to have a h2h talk with me and really felt like my bf isn’t ready with his finances and career. Even tho, we’ve been tgt for abt 10 years, I felt like my mum wasn’t approving of him like his phase in life becos he took the longest track which is ITE, Poly and then Uni. So by the time he grad, he’d rly be close to 30 alr and haven’t started working but I’d have accomplished much more or maybe even job hopping to get a higher pay raise which I would then feel the imbalance and the difference.

I do see him in my future and that was why I want to get a bto first with him but now, her questions are ringing in my head, will I end up being the payor of the house? Or mostly everything? Meals? I need to take care of my mum and my grandma sometimes…

I can’t afford to foot the bills whenever I’m with my bf. We haven’t talked abt this becos whenever I try to communicate with him, he always brushes me off as he’s afraid of the future too and just says “if it happens, then think later”.

Sometimes, his attitude rly turn me off like I don’t feel he loves me as much as I love him but he might also be feeling v stressed over sch and stuff.. I just want some assurance and then there you have my mum saying all these trying to make me have second thoughts on this man. What shld I do now?

Here are what netizens think:H

You forever want to be his mother or what? No planning in anything means no goals and no future aka “come what may” attitude. Always reliant on someone to do “the more” part so he can just give the bare minimum like “show up”. I suggest you date people who have same values as you.

For context, I’ve had a tough relationship with my dad all my life. I grew up as him almost being and acting like my brother instead of my dad. He never worked and my mom paid all the bills and worked. I tried to tell her to get divorced but she never listened. As a kid I found a lot of shady things about him which cause me to even not want a relationship with him. Even when we lived under the same roof he and I hardly interacted and he never showed interest in being with me so I just ignored him. To add that I was born with a small defect causing me to get a lot of surgeries growing up, to which he never really helped me and at some points just let me to die all day on the couch while I couldn’t move. Even when he had no job he always found excuses to not be home when I had my surgeries. When I went to uni he and my mom split and I had to come back home to help my mom out.

In which I told him I never wanted to see him again and now that my mom and him were no longer a thing, I didn’t want him around me. He backed off for a bit but a few days ago he came in and trashed our home in search of whatever he could take besides what he took the first time he left the house. He left all his trash out and took some valuables my mom had. So I explored and went to where he lived, I called him and he answered.

I asked him why he did what he did, he said it was his home to so he had a right. To which I laughed and said it wasn’t his house because he didn’t pay a single thing but only my mom and its why shes the only owner of it. I asked him to come drop his keys to me. He got angry and said I was an ungrateful girl who couldn’t see what he did for me and my mom and that he had all rights to the house and that he wouldn’t give me his keys.

I again exploded and let out all my years of frustration and anger towards him and towards the end I said that when he dies or gets old, being his only daughter I wont do or feel a single thing for him. I wished him luck and told him to forget he has a daughter for the rest of his life. I then ended the call and left.

I told my mom about it and she agreed with me, but his whole family is calling me out telling me how I could talk to him that way. That I should have more respect towards him being my dad and I owe him for everything including being born. And that no matter what he did I have to forgive him and ask forgiveness.

I brushed it off a little but they keep talking to me about it and some of my moms family also said I was harsh.

This is going to sound like the craziest thing ever, but I don’t care. If you want to comment mean things, go right ahead. It’s just more engagement on my post.

Also, I’m not sure if I can post this in the parenting FB group since they’re not human kids.

Anyway, here it is.

Ever since I was a kid, I’ve been buying stuffed animals, and I started taking care of them like my kids until they actually became my kids. They all have their own voices and personalities, and I love them all.

I have no idea how this happened. It’s just been happening and has been a part of my everyday life ever since I could remember. It probably happened as a mixed result from my autism and a stress response from my evil dad.

But now this is my life, and I couldn’t imagine it without my stuffed animal children! Anyway, this was just an introduction. I’ll post more later.

I know not everyone is going to understand or be nice about it but I’m going to continue posting about my kids. Cheers.

This…this blew up. Please continue sharing your stories about your own stuffed animals! We’re all in this together. thank you so much. It makes me so happy to hear about your stuffed animals.

Send me any info you want about them. I’m hanging out with my mom tonight (who is a human btw) but if I don’t update by tomorrow I definitely will tomorrow! There’s so much I want to share!

Here are what netizens think:

My cats love their stuffed animals friends and lay all over them and hug them when they sleep. It’s the happiest part of my life, having my cats and teddies get along. You sound like my cat.

I’m glad to see that there’s a lot more people out here who are the same way. My boyfriend and I went on vacation last May and we found this little dolphin stuffy, it was the cutest thing ever so we got him. It happened pretty quickly where we were making a joke and I said, “Don’t talk to me or my Dolphin Son ever again!” and the name just kind of stuck. I would always refer to him as Dolphin Son and then my boyfriend got into it also.

This story took place in my household when my daughter was about four or five years of age, and it is a true story.

I used to put my daughter to bed by reading her a story and sitting in her room until she went to sleep, this allowed me to spend much-needed quality time with her after very long day’s on the job.

We started to notice that when we woke her up in the mornings to go to daycare she always complained of being tired. After a few weeks of her complaining to be tired and not wanting to get up for school, we started to question her. I knew for a fact that she was going to sleep because many of nights I had fallen asleep on her floor and upon wakening to take myself to bed; I would notice that she was sound asleep.

After some prompting and questioning her, this is the story that she told us. It seems that very late in the evening after we were all in bed asleep, she would be awakened by an old lady with a very colorful long dress that would tickle her feet and wake her up at night. My daughter exclaimed the lady never spoke just smiled, gave her a couple of tickles on her feet and just sat and watched over her until she fell back asleep.

This occurrence happened for over a month, and although I made it a point to spend the night in her room a couple of times just to confirm or debunk her claims, this apparition still came in the quite of the night after I was asleep and continued the ritual, despite the fact my large butt was laying on the floor. I never heard my daughter stir and never caught a glimpse of the old lady.

At one point my daughter happened to see a photo of a person wearing a colorful kimono, at which point she exclaimed that the lady that had been visiting her wore a colorful dress just like that, not the same one in the picture but similar. Now my daughter is half Japanese and at that point in her life she had never worn or seen anyone in a kimono, but she was dead set that this was similar dress to what the old lady wore upon entering her room and interacting with her.

After many discussions with my wife, we chalked it up to my wife’s Grandmother who may have been doing the visitations. My wife had been close to her Grandmother and was the first one at a very young age to find her grandmother deceased in the bathtub. Needless to say it was a traumatic experience for my wife who again was so very close to her grandmother. Prompting more of a description of the kindly old lady from my daughter as to what the lady looked like it was confirmed that it was my wife’s Grandmother visiting the grandchild she never got to see. We were overjoyed by this and yet broken up and wished we had the chance or ability to see her and express our love and thanks for looking over our daughter.

However as the month passed with my daughter being awaken every night and tired in the morning, with a heavy heart I went into my daughter’s room while everyone was out of the house and with the utmost respect and reverence asked Grandmother not to wake the baby anymore, she needed her rest for school and that we loved her and were happy she wanted to visit and see her Grandchild, but she could no longer wake her up or let her see her…truly it was one of the hardest and heartfelt things that I have done, but I knew it was right. The next evening my daughter had a sound sleep, when asked she told us the old lady had come to say good-bye and never showed herself again.

As I write this I am so thankful that from beyond the grave Grandmother wanted to see and meet her Granddaughter, and although we have never had another encounter with the Grandmother in the Kimono I know that she is still out there watching over our family.

My husband confessed that he has been having an emotional affair and it’s breaking me

I’ve married my husband for 9 years we have a son together.

Last week he confessed to me that he thinks he has started an emotional affair with a coworker of his. He said that this has been going on for a few months and he didn’t feel guilty. He said that he never touched her romantically, but he had feelings for both of us. He said he, of course, would choose me over any woman but still I’ve been hurting since I found this it and I don’t know what to do.

The girl is in her mid 20s, she hasn’t had any kids, she’s so pretty and she has a piece of his heart. I don’t know what I’ve been doing wrong for him to catch feelings for another woman. This is devastating to me. Honestly I’d rather he had just slept with her and had no feelings for her whatsoever. That would be easier.

I don’t know how I can get past this. We have a family that I don’t want to break up and I still love him, and he’s ending everything with her, but now I feel broken. I don’t even know of I can trust him again.

I don’t know what to do.

He said he did not feel guilty because it was an accident and he didn’t intend for anything to go as far as it did.

There were a lot of messages exchanged between them and he said they went on 2 “dates” but there was nothing physical.

He said he’d end the affair but right now we can’t afford for him to quit the job. He said that he was going to stop seeing her outside of work and said he has already blocked her on everything.

I hate my life. I hate my kid. I resent my family. I resent my inlaws. I resent my wife. I hate myself.

I never wanted kids, but was never adamantly against having one. I get married. My wife knows how I feel about kids. When we were engaged – my answer was “maybe one, definitely not more.”

As my friends started having kids, I started leaning heavily against having kids. Some parents had good kids. Some parents had bad kids. Even the easy kids looked like too much work.

Queue my wife’s sister dying. All of a sudden “family” is SUPER important to my wife. I get that.

At this point my answer to kids was still no. My wife bothered me and bothered and bothered me. Eventually I was convinced. The deal was her parents would come live near us.

I was convinced. I was so dumb. I was told not to worry about all the realities of having a kid and losing my life – because grandma and grandpa are nearby and would be all the parents baby ever needed. Since my wife’s sister died – she was the only hope for grandkids.

My wife and her parents worked me over so good. They convinced me. They made good points. My wife’s parents were in their 50’s and good health – they would be here “beyond the baby phase” and “would have enough energy to keep up with a kid”.

I’m shown enough Disney movies and Kodak moment and am promised that I just have to be a good dad and provider. A 1950’s dad if you will – one where the mom unfairly does all the hard stuff. All the good and no bad? Cool – fine by me.

Well here we are, 11 years later. My kid has “ODD” which is pretty much alphabet soup for your kid being mean and defiant. Nothing else is wrong with them – the diagnosis is literally that they are vindictive and cruel and seek conflict. Not because they can’t communicate or are hypsersensitive to stimuli – but just because.

Guess what? Grandma and grandpa say the kid is “too much”. They haven’t helped for more than a day a month in almost 7 years.

I came home from work to my son spitting on the neighbors doorknob – his reason “get the neighbors sick”. Why does he want them sick? His amazon package got delivered to their house in the morning and they waited until evening to give it to him.

Well in returning for telling him not to do that, my son went into the attic and peed all over the box of memorabilia I have from my parents – who both died before I was 20.

I left the house and am sitting in my car. I don’t know if I’m coming back.

And I don’t want advice. This isn’t “lack of discipline” or “bad parenting”. I’ve read every book. I’ve worked shifts 6 days a week for a decade to pay for tens of thousands (probably 100,000’s) of therapy, behaviorists, counseling, classes. You name it.

At the end of the day, it is my fault. I am so spineless. I knew I didn’t want kids. I was convinced, because, well, I’m a jellyfish. And here I am. 45 years old, crying in my car.

My advice to other men and women out there: only have a kid if you 1000% want them. Don’t listen to others when they say they’ll “help”. They’ll help if you have a happy, bubbly easy-going kid. Not if you spawned the devil himself.

I was days away from my proposal to my ex-gf. She has this avoidant dismissive personality.

She dreams to be a tai tai and I have no issues with that. She recently quit her job and wanted me to temporarily support her. I couldn’t provide much but I would offer to pay for meals, etc. on top of that, she expects me to pay for almost everything because she’s “not working”.

We often quarrelled about money because both of us have very differing views about money. To me, money is just like a commodity, it’s plastic. What’s more important is the experience we spent tgt. One day, she told me that she would feel more secure if I were to put some money with her.

I was super hesitant but one night, thinking that I would spent the rest of my life with this girl (days away from proposal and house paid for already), I trf her everything I had >$10k and only kept $1k for my own expenses.

The very next day she wanted a break up and insisted that the money was a gift to her. In my WhatsApp message, I had explicitly stated that this money is for our wedding, house, Reno, etc.

I really want back the money and think that she’s a gold digger but she claims she isn’t. Can anyone advise what can be done?

Here are what netizens think:

• Make a police report… Bring her to court lo
• Why so kumgong one
• Report to the police. Tell her parents and tell us her name leh.
• you got scammed. Better than maintaining her for the rest of your life. Run while you can.
• Lolololol. She’s a genius. If she caught 10 of your kind 100k in her bank in 1 night.
• You have dodged a bullet. Be grateful you still have your youth and can make back the money. But you will not be able to get back your sanity and time once you have committed to her.
• 10K tuition fees…ok lar…imagine u married her….just the wedding would be above this amount…and we haven’t even touched on the divorce.
• It’s ok man, once transferred all will be gone. Just save more, money can earn back.
• U guys are totally not suitable for each other. It’s actually a blessing that u split.
• Congratulations!! U dodge a BULLET! I know men who in their 40s divorced end up with NOThInG not even CPF because wife gets everything. Take this 10k as a lesson learned unless there is a IOU, even if u go to court you may not win.

Wife of 20 years suddenly wants it all the time

Ok this will probably be very disjointed and disorganized. I’m sorry, I’m just bad at expressing thoughts. Also this is kind of long.

My wife and I have been together for 20 years, we’re in our late 30s. 4 kids, youngest is 8.

Ages ago our libidos were in tune. It was nice.

The now 8yo is born and our life in the bedroom never recovered. She slept in his room a lot. Also she got super religious and thought of getting nasty with me as bad all the sudden (that was hurtful for me).

It was ALWAYS me that initiated. Got turned down half the time. Lost confidence. Got out of shape due to this, job, stress, lack of motivation, etc.

I am pretty good with communication, maybe I wait too long to tell how I feel, idk. But in any case she knows I want more intimacy. Im very loving and empathetic about it. I know that her confidence might be low too.

She basically says she doesn’t want to F anymore. Mind you she still consents every now and then but I always feel like it’s a chore. Ouch.

This is over the course of 8 years. We made love probably 10-30 times a year, and not even near that the first few, as I was trying to be understanding.

Idk I think I was pretty patient and put up with emotional turmoil since I love her and the children. But that’s neither here nor there, I just want a pat on the back.

Well recently… holy crap… Her libido is back. And not only back. But increased dramatically to the point where I have trouble keeping up.

I’m not complaining. It just came out of nowhere.

I will say, I ate her out recently and she definitely loved it. It seems like that may have been what started everything off. And it’s not like I haven’t done it before, but she reeeeally enjoyed it.

In the past few weeks she has bought adult toys, openly talked about f-ing and wanting to try different things, engages in very dirty talk, pleasured herself in front of me, on me, with me… You get the picture.

So my question is… What gives? I swear I went through years and felt bad about myself many times, and then all of the sudden we’re making up for lost time over the course of a few weeks???

Do women typically experience an awakening at this age? Wtf? Again, I’m not mad, just kind of shocked.

I will add something that I think may have contributed to some degree. I feel like she is happier with who she is, and has figured out who she is, than where she was at one time. And that ebbs and flows for her.

But I can tell that is the case, and I find it very attractive. Again, not at all complaining, I love the hell out of this woman. I just needed to get this all off my chest because I don’t really have anyone I can talk to about it without feeling like we are both going to be judged.

Growing up with autism, I had a hard time making friends. I was often left alone in school and on the playground, and even when I tried to engage with others, my attempts were often met with confusion and misunderstanding. So, when I was in my early teens, I thought I had figured out a way to buy myself friends: wearing branded goods.

I began to buy the most popular brands of clothing, accessories, and shoes. I thought that if I wore the same things as everyone else, people would like me. I thought if I looked and dressed the same as my peers, I could be accepted, even if I didn’t understand social cues. I wanted to fit in.

I quickly realized that wearing branded goods did not make me popular.

People didn’t suddenly start talking to me or become my friend. In fact, it had the opposite effect. People associated me with the idea of trying to buy friends. They saw me as someone who was desperate for attention and approval.

It was a difficult and embarrassing realization. But it was also a valuable lesson. I learned that buying branded goods does not buy friendship. Instead, I had to learn how to be a better friend. I had to learn how to make conversation, how to listen, and how to show empathy. I had to learn about body language and nonverbal communication.

At first, it was difficult. I was often confused and frustrated. But I eventually got better at it. I was able to make more friends and develop meaningful relationships. I also learned that my autism didn’t have to be a barrier to having good relationships.

I now understand that friendship is not something that can be bought. It has to be earned. It has to be built on trust, respect, and understanding. It takes time and effort. It’s not something that can be bought with branded goods or money.

That doesn’t mean that buying branded goods is a bad thing. I still like to look nice and dress in the latest fashion trends. But I also know that it’s not a substitute for genuine friendship. It’s important to me to find friends who accept and understand me for who I am.

My experience with trying to buy friends has taught me a lot. It’s taught me that friendship is something that has to be earned. It’s taught me that I am valuable and that I don’t need to rely on material objects to make friends. It’s also taught me the importance of acceptance and understanding.

Today, I’m happy to say that I have a lot of great friends. They accept me for who I am and don’t judge me. I’m thankful for the lessons I’ve learned and for the people in my life who have helped me become who I am. I’m proof that friendship can’t be bought, and that it’s worth the effort to find it.