I’m day drinking and upset.

I guess I’m just feeling bitter, and I try my best to not be, but I can’t help it right now because she’s got another achievement under her belt while I’m left here in the dust, just watching from the sidelines, and I’m so full of resentment.

I posted about her right before my life imploded. We had a pretty great life together. Two great kids who got along. A nice place. It was nice.

But I wasn’t ‘fulfilling her needs’, but she never properly communicated them to me. I never knew she was reaching the end of her rope with the relationship.

The worst part is, I still have to see her. I can’t avoid it because my kid loves her, and I’m the only father the youngest has ever known. She lets me take my little girl on the weekends, even though she doesn’t have to, which is great, really. I do appreciate it.

But every time I hear about how great she’s doing or how much she’s changed, I want to rip out my hair and scream. It’s like she’s someone completely different.

Her health is improving, which is fantastic, and she can work more than she used to, which is also fantastic.

But she went and got a job in corporate America, even though she’s not like that. She gets paid way more than me, and flaunts it by telling me about how she’s meeting with lawyers to set up trust accounts for the girls, or how she has a huge fund going for my daughter because she’s going to university in two years, or how she’s going to finance a car, or save up for a house. She has a ton of money in a life insurance account and made sure to tell me how much was in it under the guise of telling me how the kids would be taken care of if she dies.

She never cared about money, but now she’s all about it. We’re not a trust fund family and never will be, no matter how hard she tries to pretend.

She even listens to different music now, and chews gum?? She never liked gum? She’s says it “helps her study”.

Now, recently, she’s stopped coming by to cook for me and the kids. She’s obsessed with studying for an exam to become some hotshot stock broker because she thinks she can do stocks after making some money off of the market last year. She convinced a company to hire her, even though she has no experience with stuff like that.

Jesus Christ, she was a stay at home mom with an antique Etsy business for years, and she thinks she’s going to become some Wolf of Wall Street character?

She used to come over once a week to meal prep, but she’s taking that away from me, too. She says she’s studying for her field’s equivalent to the bar exam, which is crazy. She’s never even been to school for this.

And she acts like she’s such a hotshot. She wouldn’t give me her manger’s contact information because of “security reasons” and she says that she has to follow certain government rules these days because of her job, which is BS. She doesn’t work for the government, she works in a call centre. She’s practically a telemarketer from what I’ve heard about her job.

I’m just so angry about everything she’s done in the last few years. She’s left me behind and I hate it.

I have to see her every weekend when she comes over to make food for the kids, which she just wraps up and throws into the freezer, by the way, and she’s constantly throwing her good news in my face.

She used to bring Emma by on Saturdays and spend the day here cooking and spending time with both kids. She did it for YEARS until she got her fancy new job, so she’s fading that out, too.

Recently my ex-boyfriend and I started texting each other after nearly 2 months of no-contact. We went out and completed an activity that we always wanted to do together before break-up. Things seemed to going well between us. We were able to talk casually and teased each other a bit sometimes. And there was some light-hearted flirting too. I noticed that it was always me who initiated texting. But his reply had been prompt. And he’d explain his delayed reply if he didn’t manage to reply in time.

Things have been great until yesterday we were chatting over the phone for nearly 3 hours. We somehow brought up events that happened in the past. And I broke down realising that I still love him so much and wanted to give us another chance. I asked him if he still loves me. He didn’t answer. Instead he said he didn’t want to get back together with me, which I was not even asking. I was very hurt and disappointed. After the call, he still texted me light-heartedly as if nothing happened.

I feel that I need to be clear and understand where he stands. Also I want to be honest with him and myself. The next day I texted the following to him.

“Glad we talked it out last night. I care about you deeply and I love you. There are things that you must wish were different about this relationship or you wouldn’t be ending it. I’m prepared to do everything to work on things that I need to work on because this relationship matters to me. If you want to make this work, and you care about me and love me on the level that I do you, I trust that you’ll give us a shot based on that. But if you genuinely don’t want to fight for this or don’t even want to allow me to fight for this; then you must be right this is a wrong relationship. I can’t make you say yes to trying this again but I can tell you what I’m wiling to do and what I would love to do to make this work . I totally understand you don’t want us to get hurt again. And thanks for making it clear that you don’t want to get back tgt. It’s disappointing but I totally accept it. I respect your decision and I have to move on unless you tell me otherwise. Take care. Love you.”

And he replied.

“Glad that we managed to talk too. But it’s really not that simple, I have a lot of things I want to focus on and I don’t see myself making our relationship work if I’m gonna commit in other things as well. I don’t want to make everything fail at the same time. Even when I put things aside last time and focus on our relationship it couldn’t work, idk how I can make things work with me focusing on other stuffs. If I want to commit I have to make things work, I can’t be here and there and I know you won’t like it when I work on my own stuff most of the time. If we were meant to be then I’m sure we will still end up together, maybe I will succeed in something and you are still here for me or maybe you’d have moved on and I’m still a failure, we wouldn’t know. I think loving someone and moving on is a natural thing not to be forced, take care too”

What is he really thinking? I feel he doesn’t love me enough and putting up the above as excuses and keeps me hanging without being committed. He even said that I should give him time and wait for him. I feel very confused and manipulated emotionally. I still love him. My heart aches so much now. Any advice please?

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So I am a man in my late 20s, and I have an account on OnlyFans where I pretend to be a woman and steel photos of my feet, and I am making a killing.

As a petite man with size 9 feet, when I engage in waxing, moisturizing, and nail painting, my feet appear distinctly feminine, which at first glance doesn’t look like a man’s.

I capture photos and videos of my feet in various settings and situations, engaged in diverse activities (intentionally maintaining a degree of ambiguity to avoid revealing my true identity as a man).

I actually have a decent following and have been making a good amount of money so far but obviously the money would stop if people figured out these are men’s feet.

Thus far, I have earned about $9.8k from selling photos of my feminine feet to simps who think that i am a woman.

Netizens’ comments

• Make your money buddy, get these simps for every penny you can. good luck to you.
• I’m in the wrong business
• I think u could keep it going as long as u want, as long as u only show feet how would anyone ever know. I luv it, keep up the good work
• My wife briefly entertained the idea of selling feet pictures online.
  I’m not saying this is a good idea but after seeing what most of these guys are like over just the first day or two, I have zero sympathy for their regret if they find out. I say enjoy it while it lasts lol.
• As a female I have large feet and when cash gets short I always start planning my feet pics
• Next time can try selling photo of ur hand and maybe photo of ur armpit too. $9.8k is good money

In my 4th year as a working professional, I find myself in a situation where my income has remained stagnant at $1.8k, despite having gone through three different job positions.

It’s disheartening, and I’m struggling to determine where I truly belong in terms of a career path. To make things more interesting, I happen to be an introvert.

At 25 years old, I graduated from a polytechnic institution back in 2018, specializing in a rather “niche” business diploma. However, over the past two years, I’ve been stuck in low-skilled administrative roles.

While some may advise me that I’m still young and not to worry too much, it’s challenging not to feel concerned about the future of my career and financial stability.

All around me, peers are either securely employed in permanent positions or pursuing higher education degrees. In contrast, I find myself unable to afford university and have spent the last two years in a series of contract jobs.

Interestingly, my initial job was a permanent position that held great potential for me as a novice, but unfortunately, due to poor management, I had no choice but to resign.

Also, my current and last job is in the social service line so im thinking of continuing in this industry to avoid.

Making my resume look like a rojak but i cant keep going for admin roles!!! I have 4 months left on my current contract and see little to no hope of joining this company as FT so now im slowly panicking thinking about my employment future.

Then it got me thinking (again) like i literally have not gained much hard skills for the past 3 jobs, enough to at least make me employable to a decent company.

So my main concern here is how does one identify the skills you have and match it to a career in my case?? Also doesnt help that im introverted so “outgoing/strong interpersonal skills”as a requirement in job ads intimidate meeee

Seek your wise words fellow singaporeans

I must share my feelings with you all; it’s been a challenging day for me. I’ve reached the age of 30, and when I reflect on my life, I find it difficult to see any significant achievements. I’m still residing with my family, who have been a source of emotional toxicity. I haven’t found a romantic partner, have no children, no property to call my own, very limited financial resources, and no formal education to speak of. Most days, I try not to dwell on these shortcomings and simply push forward with my life. But today, it’s been particularly tough.

I unexpectedly ran into a friend from my secondary school days. We spent some time catching up, and as our conversation unfolded, I couldn’t help but feel a wave of sadness welling up within me. You see, there was a time when I was doing reasonably well. I excelled in my studies and often ranked at the top of my class. However, my mental health took a nosedive, and it completely derailed my progress.

Today, when I look at my former classmates, I see doctors, lawyers, IT professionals, teachers, and investment bankers among them. Some have even embarked on the journey of marriage and parenthood. I should mention that I attended a SAP school, and it seems that nearly all my schoolmates have found success in their chosen paths.

Whereas I dropped out of school, have a dead-end job that barely pays, and don’t seem to have much of a future. My highest education level is O levels. I’ve tried going back to school many times but would drop out each time due to the mental health issues that were unfortunately debilitating for me.

I’ve not stopped though, I will be doing my A levels in 2023 once I’ve saved enough money to enrol somewhere. Yet it all feels utterly pathetic and it feels like my life has been a massive failure. I will be a 32 year old doing A levels.

Comparison is the thief of joy, one of the first few things I did almost a decade ago was actually deleting all my social media . I lost touch with most of my friends from school and didn’t know how any of them were doing.

Every now and then I would receive updates from the few people I was in touch with but I would try to keep my head up and not let it bring me down. I’m happy for all these people, they are good people.

It’s not their success that is bringing me down, it’s my own failure, and the magnitude of my failure which becomes so clear once I compare myself to my peers, that’s crushing me. I don’t know how my life ended up here.

For years, I believed that things would work out for me. I believed that it’s not my timeline but God’s timeline, I would tell myself that I can’t follow the timeline of the world. There are so much uncertainty in the world, someone could have all the success in the world and die tomorrow. I had this almost delusional optimism that things would be okay, I believed that God had a plan.

Today, I find myself in tears, thinking that there is probably no God. There is no plan. I’m alone. By telling myself that it was going to be okay, I was just consoling myself. The reality is that I got left behind in life, my life will never be the same as my peers’. I have to make peace with that. There is also a chance that I may never be okay.

Every year, it’s the same questions from my relatives. Everyone is disappointed and ashamed of me. My life has been a failure to them. I don’t blame them for seeing it that way. I used to tell myself that it’ll be okay someday. I don’t believe that anymore. I don’t see myself recovering, leaving my family, having a family of my own, successfully get into uni, having a better job. I don’t see any of it happening.

I just needed to tell someone this, thank you for reading. Tomorrow will be a better day, but today, I just need to lick my wounds.

My brother is 15, my sister is 17, and I’m 23f. This is really stupid and it shouldn’t have happened but it did. Now I just want advice on how to make it better. Also this is the story my brother told me as I wasn’t there.

He was in his room playing on his phone minding his own business. He got up to take out the trash. He came back to lay down im his bed. As he was laying down he noticed there dog walking out of his room. He ignored it.

Later on his sister 17 noticed clothes were missing. She went looking for it and found it in my brothers room. The problem was that is was wet and slimy. She immediately told our parents and they thought the worse. My dad, mom, and brother argued about it.

Rude things were said. Apparently mom said I knew you were weird but not this weird. My dad said I raised a predator. In the end my parents asked me to pick him up and let him stay with me for a couple of days. When I picked him up he didn’t say anything and just sat in silence.

He spent the entire time in the room he was staying in. He only came out for dinner. He skipped breakfast and lunch. His eye’s were always red when he came out so I assume he was crying. I’ve never seen him cry. Most of the time when he’s upset he just has a stone face so what they said must have got to him.

Finally at the end of the week he’s parents called me and said they wanted to talk to him so they came over. Before they came over I tried to talk to him but he ignored me. When parents came they apologised to him. Over the week they noticed more of sister clothes in his room until one day my dad caught the dog with my sister clothes.

My brother just said okay and went home. I tried to ask my parents if he could stay longer but they said that wouldn’t be necessary. Later on I got a call asking me what did he do over my house because he’s just been in his room all day at there house. Is there anything I can do to help him feel better?

Advice would be greatly unappreciated.

Edit little update:Good news. He can stay with me until Sunday. I had to lie a little to parents to get him to come. I told them he should get out the house because he spends most of his day sitting in one spot with online school.

They didn’t believe me a first but I said it would be a chance to get him out his room. They finally agreed. He was about to go to sleep so I came just in time. I think the plan right now is to just spent time with him this week. I’m broke so it’s gonna be mostly home stuff.

I tried to talk to him on the car ride. I asked him if he’s okay. He said he’s fine and we had a little conversation about his school. So at least he’s talking now. He’s in the spare room so everything is okay right now.

Having spent slightly more than a year within the insurance sector, I’ve come to realize the significant role appearance plays in this industry.

Individuals tend to perceive insurance agents as members of a financially robust profession, assuming that we enjoy substantial incomes, thinking that us insurance agents are well off and making very good money.

However, this perception couldn’t be further from reality. In truth, the majority of insurance agents are struggling to make ends meet, most of us are just trying to survive at this point.

But I have to live a lie to sell insurance, and one way that I do that is by renting branded cars like BMW, Mercedes and Jaguar.

I alternate between the BMW, Mercedes and Jaguar, and depending on what clients I meet and the type of insurance plans I sell.

If I’m meeting someone with a high net worth and I am trying to sell him/her an expensive investment plan, of course I rent the Jaguar, instead of the BMW or Mercedes because I want them to think that I walk the walk and not just talk the talk.

I had a sceptical client who was reluctant to sign with me, until i offered to send her to work in my rented BMW that I pretended was mine.

She was impressed when I told her that I had 3 cars, the BMW, a Mercedes and a Jaguar. And eventually I managed to convince her that I knew what I was doing and she signed with me.

But over time, the expense of these rentals add up. I find myself spending way too much on the car rentals to maintain my “image”.

Forget the BMW, or the Mercedes, or the Jaguar – I’m thinking of getting a 2nd hand Audi so that I can save more money in the long term.

A girl shared how she doesn’t want her parents to post photos of her onto Facebook but they keep doing it.

Here is the story:

“I don’t want my parents to post pictures of me on Facebook, but they keep doing so and ignoring my feelings.

I am under 18, which means that I’ve grown up with social media. My parents have had Facebook ever since I was 2 or 3 in 2008 or so. My parents would post pictures of me when I was a toddler, which I’m fine with. I get it. If I was a parent with a cute little kid I probably would have done the same thing.

When I was 6 or 7, my mom would be chasing me with her phone trying to take pictures and I’d yell, “don’t post them on Facebook!” However, she still did and now when she shows me the years old posts, I feel humiliated.

I’m not allowed to have any kind of social media until I’m 25, according to my mom. In my opinion, it’s hypocritical.

This is the main incident. My dad won his fantasy football league and won a stupid trophy with some beer cans and metal plaques. My dad made me sit on the sofa right in front of a giant sunny window with the trophy in front of me.

He took a picture (after I closed my mouth to stop complaining). He then photoshopped the picture to make my skin bright orange, so I was pissed.

I begged him not to post it on Facebook, but he still did. I looked at his phone and he captioned the post “this is a champion household!” Cringe, but whatever. Even my dad’s colleagues saw the post and commented. I didn’t want that photoshopped and forced picture of me on the internet.

This has been ongoing for years. It’s probably petty, but I’m sick of it.”

Editor’s note: It just means that they are proud of you and want to show you off to their friends, you’ll understand when you’re older.

My boss just asked me not to wear my normal pants to work and I’ve never been angrier

I wear normal pants to work. Our dress code is business casual, and I have gotten myself sized by a reputable tailor. All my slacks and chinos are from normal brands and are normal/relaxed fit.

However yesterday my boss called me into her office and told me I would no longer be allowed to wear the pants I normally wear to the office and would have to wear something “less revealing”.

Apparently, my “bulge” is inappropriate for the workplace. I have normal-size genitals. I actually measured it to make sure I wasn’t crazy, and I’m pretty close to the average.

Would a woman with a large chest be told she can’t wear anything but baggy clothes? Would she be told by her boss that she must wear nothing but restrictive sports bras to work?

I doubt it, especially in my work place where women two seats down from me wear far more provocative clothing than my damn slacks.

I asked her “what should I wear instead? These are my size” and she said “just go buy something looser or get a bigger size”.

I’m not rebuying my entire collection of work pants. Go ahead and report me to HR, lets see them try and fire me for having too much bulge.

To clarify, I’m aware that women have been told to “cover up” quite a bit in the workplace. I’m not dismissing that, just highlighting the very visible double standard of bodily expression in my own workplace.

Editor’s note: Wear a skirt and see what they say