I had to go through a miscarriage that had to be induced by pills. The pain that I experienced was not human, IMO. And I had to take some pretty strong medicine to help me out.

While i was on the floor, screaming in pain, losing control of my sphincters, he held my hand.

The entire time my partner held my hand. He cleaned me up, made sure i was hydrated and as comfortable as possible.

And whenever i looked at him, he gave me a smile. This was not a 20-30 minute thing. This went on for 5 long hours…

Why am I telling you all this? Coz every woman deserves a partner to stick by her while going through the worst parts of womanhood.

Netizen’s comments

• I’m sorry you had to go through that.

He sounds like a guy that truly loves you and has empathy for what you experienced.

This is what partners do, and they don’t question if this is really what they want. You just hate seeing your partner in pain and agony and want to help where possible

I feel like I’ve ruined my life by wasting time and I’m terrified of aging

I’m a 23F soon to be 24 and I’ve dropped out of school when I was 18. I always hated school and put it off because I was convinced I was going to be successful in acting by now because I have an acting manager and had been on a few auditions.

Now with being 24 soon, I’m terrified of being too old to keep going with acting, terrified I won’t be anywhere by 30.

If I go back to school, I worry I’ll always think of what could’ve been and worry I won’t be able to get a job in anything I’m interested in compared to younger applicants (because I’ll be like 26 or 27 at the youngest when finishing school).

I hate myself for wasting time and being too afraid to pursue either fully these past few years. I’ve been so hopeless I’ve also lost touch with friends and now I also worry I’ll be old, friendless, and doing something I shouldn’t have no matter what path I take. What the hell do I do?

I wasted years being too scared to make a decision, didnt do anything, dont know what to and am terrified of aging and giving up a dream

Netizens’ comments

Well, Alan Rickman didn’t get famous until after 40. A lot of actors didn’t get their start until after 40, including: Samuel L Jackson, Burt Reynolds, Steve Carrell, Octavia Spencer, Kathy Bates, even Betty White! You can easily Google all sorts of folks who started writing, acting, playing music, directing, painting, dancing later in life.

When I was first learning to play guitar, it was with my best friend in grade six who had learned guitar earlier than I had. I was so distraught because I was learning slower than her and I felt like a lot of her techniques and stylistic choices were better than mine. She just shrugged her shoulders and said, not better, just different. And that stuck with me. To this day we create music and art together, even though we both have other main projects, side projects, jobs and even families. Creating is still a huge part of our friendship.

Art is perspective and the pursuit of those perspectives comes from a plethora of angles.

In that, it takes all kinds.

It’s very normal to feel this way at this age, also. It’s very imposed upon us through media that there’s a finite number of years, especially as a woman, to fulfill your worth.

Today is my birthday. I’m spending it alone :’)

Happy birthday to me… I’m spending it alone. I’m [F] turning 18.

My Family is only coming for the birthday food. NOT because of me. No one’s bought me any gifts, I don’t really care anyway.

I don’t have any friends coming over. Everyone at my school is a piece of s-, and my then-childhood now-neighbourhood friends don’t care about me anymore.

Since I have no one to spend my birthday with, I figured I would spend it alone. I have some money so I’m gonna go to town, and buy myself gifts.

I’ll also stop by a restaurant for a lunch I desired – my parents were too lazy to make me lunch. I’ve been starving since waking up…

I’m still sad about the fact I’m spending it alone. I wish I had someone in my life. A true friend. A true family member. But it doesn’t matter.

Netizens’ comments

Hey, I hope you have a great birthday. They’re not always special, and sometimes we gotta spend them alone (due to lack of friends I’ve had to do the same the past few years!) but keep your head up, eat some GOOD grub, and have fun doing your own thing! And buying stuff!!! Go hard!

I’m terrified of dying.

To be more specific, I’m terrified of the potential of oblivion after death. I’m not a religious person, for a ton of reasons, but I like the idea of getting to spend eternity in heaven with loved ones.

The thought of just nothingness is scary to me y’all. I was on the verge of a panic attack today at work due to spiraling anxiety thoughts of just oblivion….nothingness.

I listened to random podcast episodes people talking about how they have had experiences with an afterlife after previously being major skeptics and non-believers in an afterlife and that helped a bit.

Idk y’all I’m 27 years old and I’m just….scared.

Just know any and all who have had the same unfortunate thought process have all of my love and support. We are scared, but we are scared together.

Netizens’ comments

• I only fear death when I don’t welcome it. When everything is peachy and happy go lucky I fear it. When I’m down and everything seems to be going wrong I welcome it. It’s a vicious cycle.

• It’s in our DNA to fear death, that’s where our survival instinct comes from. I am not religious but I have a hard to believing we are this complex for it just to evaporate when we pass but if that is the case it really won’t matter because we seize to exist. We would not know we are dead because there is nothing left to know but I believe our spirit lives on in another way that is bigger than this. We won’t know until the day comes so let’s try to make the best to of the time we have on this earth.

Nobody knows the truth about my relationship with my husband

I’ve (f28) been keeping it bottled up for years that my husband (m39) is the most thoughtful, generous, loving man I’ve ever had the pleasure of knowing.

On top of being so smart and handsome, always making me laugh, and giving me hugs and kisses whenever I want — I feel a little embarrassed saying this — he spoils the shit out of me.

I rarely cook but live in a big city so any cuisine I want, I get. I do a fair amount of shopping with the credit card he pays for. He’s excellent at planning dates and vacations.

He’s a poet at heart and always says the sweetest, most beautiful things to me. He listens to and helps me with my problems, and supports all my dumb little dreams. I’m very sensitive and he always stops what he’s doing to comfort me. For being the breadwinner, he voluntarily handles a lot of the household chores. I’ve never had to nag him to take out the trash.

He’s the best partner I’ve ever had by far. We engage in mild PDA, but at home we can’t stay off each other.

Don’t get me wrong, we have our disagreements and he has the same blind spots a lot of straight men have. But he’ll admit when he’s wrong and he’s good at apologies.

I just love him so much and I don’t gush about him to my friends or post him online because I don’t want to seem like I’m bragging… So I try to tell him how much I appreciate him as often as I can. Sometimes I can’t believe I’m the one who gets to be with him.

Something has been waking me up at 6:30, and it’s not my grandmother.

I don’t know if I’m going insane, or I’m having episodes where I imagine things, but hear me out, the thing waking me up is not my grandmother I know and love.

My grandmother, 78, and I, 18, have made an agreement for every morning. I wake her up at 6:00 with coffee, and she lets me sleep in 30 more minutes before waking me up. For a while, it was pretty normal, we did the whole agreement and I would be more rested with my insomnia.

About a month ago, she started sleeping in more with her legs keeping her up all night, she had surgery do to her ankle a while ago, before I was born. So I started setting an alarm for 6:30, nothing harmful, right? Well a little over two weeks ago, my second alarm would not go off, I didn’t sleep through them, because I would wake up a few minutes later, and it wouldn’t be up on silent.

It started last week, my grandmother would open my door and call my name, saying “it’s time to get up, get ready.” And leave. I would get up, do my normal routine, and walk into her room all ready to go. Only to find her in a deep sleep, snoring, curled up in her blankets, and her coffee was still full, just cold. I thought it was weird, but woke her up and told her it was time to get ready.

At first I thought I had just had a small episode, I tend to imagine things, scenarios, and even sounds. But then it happened more and more, the same thing. ‘She’ would wake me up, I would get ready, and my grandmother would still be asleep. It started to scare me.

Tuesday, I was sicker than usual, the whole night I was up late with a huge headache and stomach ache, throwing up and not being able to leave the bathroom. My grandmother told me to stay home, but at 6:30, I was woken up. “_, dear, it’s time to get up, get ready”

I replied, hiding my anger that I was woken up and put back into being sick. “You said I could stay home last night, I’m sick remember…”

There was no reply, just a soft shuffle, then a loud CRASH was heard in the living room. Now my grandmother has had calls before, they normally ended in seizures, and due to me living with my grandmother since age 2, I’ve grown quite paranoid with sounds.

Me and my grandfather were up first, he sleeps in a different bedroom then my grandmother, he switched the lights on and showed the cause of the sound. Something had knocked over the almost 300 pound, hard red oak coat closet that was by the door. The glass was shattered and it was obvious there was no fixing it.

I panicked, thinking my grandmother was under there, only to be calmed down as my grandmother walked in, wondering what was that sound?

I checked on all my pets, my dog, my frog, and two lizards to make sure nothing had gotten to them. Everyone was safe.

I asked my grandmother later that day, after I was finally dressed, why she woke me up knowing I was staying home. She was confused, saying she was asleep, her door was locked and all.

I sat there confused, I asked her about the other events, she smiled and laughed, saying. “Oh dear, just like your mother, imagining things!”

I walked to my room, almost falling over in a heap of sobs, just wanting to escape it. I played loud music the rest of the day, slipknot, three days Grace, almost any metal or alt rock band I knew just to block out sound, I didn’t realize it but it was soon almost 3 in the morning. I turned my music off, and went to bed, preparing for the next morning.

Wednesday morning, I did the same thing, and made sure to wake my grandmother up, and went back to bed. “_ time to get up, c’mon.”

I shot up, looking over at the door, it was her, thank god, I was just imagining things.

That was until yesterday, something had yanked me out of bed instead of woken me up, I hit my head on my nightstand and hit the ground pretty hard, I looked up at my attacker.

They had the same body shape as my grandmother, but it wasn’t her, that was not my grandmother. I didn’t know what it was.

I got up, and dusted off, shaking as I walked to my door, lining the front with salt as I closed it, same goes for my window. I told my grandma I had gotten sick again, and I just wanted to sleep. She let me.

I don’t know what it is, but it’s gotten violent, it doesn’t like me sleeping in, I don’t know how long I can do this.

It’s 6:59, I hear it by my door, I’m ready, I don’t know what for but I’m ready.

When I was about 15 my grandmother died. We were really close.. and I took her death pretty hard. She died on the toilet, and to make light of the situation I would joke that she went out like Elvis.

Well a few days after she died, I was on the toilet when the bathroom lights turned off. Not a burned bulb. Something physically flipped the switch.

As I sat there.. I saw a faint blue light look as though it shot out the window. I was kind of spooked. But welcomed all paranormal activity.

When I walked out of the bathroom my 5 year old sister looked at me and said, “grandma was just at the end of the bed, she told me to tell you she said hi and she is sorry for turning off the lights.”

I will never forget that moment. It is one of my favorite memories.

Netizens’ comments

• I wonder how many times my Grandma has watched me poop. Hopefully she hasn’t watched me do… other things.

• It’s nice to know she was still with you

• absolutely lovely story! Nothing spooky, and evidence that she is watching and will keep watching over you girls.