Hi Hivemind, I'm a soon-to-be college graduate who is clueless about how to find a job. I go to a top-tier school that is really good for placing students in consulting/finance jobs but leaves the humanities students—like me—to sink or swim. Our job database is kind of a joke and I failed to take advantage of career…
I'm a senior in college and I still can't manage my time.
I love her, I do, but she is very competitive and passive aggressive. Normally she reserves her cruelty for the men she dates—she likes to break their hearts and stomp all over them—but sometimes she lashes out at me, particularly when she is jealous of me.
I realize that casual relationships are supposed to be casual, but I think I'm breaking it off with my fuck buddy/FWB.
BEAR WITH ME. This is not a "I wish I looked like a porn star" issue. This is more like, "I scar easily and now I fear my vulva is ugly" issue. I don't know if societal standards regarding vulvas are even a thing, but this is about my feelings regarding my own.
So I wrote a play about a former lover that doesn't depict exactly what happened to us (the characters are different and fictional and how their relationship forms and breaks apart is different too) but some of the emotional themes relate to what happened between us. Namely, he was very commitment phobic and afraid…
This is not the ex-boyfriend who broke up with me because I'm clinically depressed. (That loser has been really aggressive about "being friends" though, which is super annoying.)
I would like to thank everyone at GT who has helped me through this difficult time. I'm very grateful for the support, guidance and wit of the Hivemind.
Thank you all for being so supportive. For context, I told my boyfriend a month ago that I was depressed. His near immediate response was to say he wasn't sure if he wanted to be with me anymore. The story is here.
I tagged my ex in a group photo (I'm in it too) from almost a year ago. And um, it's from the night we met.
THIS IS WHAT I NEED: I'm looking for a kiss proof red lipstick. Nothing too glossy, sticky, drying, caking, etc. I'm flexible on price and brand.
He sent me a message on FB messenger (which he used to voice these "doubts about our relationship" two days ago). It reads: "Happy birthday, honey!"
I need them. Like angry, defiant, fuck-you-I-am-ahmazing songs. No teary shit. I've done enough crying.
I've already posted today. My apologies. And this post doesn't go into a lot of detail because I'm exhausted from crying for hours.
So I go to a very liberal LAC (well, I guess LAU) in New England. Senior year hasn't even started and we already have our second engagement.
WARNING: This is a first-world problem. Sorry I'm not sorry.
My boyfriend and I are in a fight over email. I am pretty sure he is drunk in a bar and using one of his friend's phones (we're both in China; it's nearly midnight here). For whatever reason, he is not responding.