I'm the sole income provider. I do most of the housework. I oversee our finances and our schedules. You couldn't even figure out how to make plans with your dad. I'm sending you job postings not to enable your incompetence but so you can see how easy it is to find job postings.
Every day I grow a little stronger in my resolve to leave my husband. It takes 7 tries to leave an abuser. I think I've had 4 plans to leave. This treatment will end. He's killing me.
im slowly getting over him, but hes still there, hes literally just there and he seemed to be waiting for something to be his again that never actually was his. he seemed to be waiting for the time to give him one more chance and im slowly turning all of my good thoughts of him to disliking almos everything that he does. were both in the same class.
Dear Jennifer,
I’ve admired you from afar for a while now, and I just wanted to let you know. There’s something about the way you smile and treat others that makes everything around you brighter. You have a kindness and authenticity that’s rare, and I can’t help but admire that.
I don’t know if we’ll ever get the chance to truly connect, but I wanted to tell you how much I respect and admire you. I hope you continue being the amazing person you are.
Take care,
[grade 11,tawitawi]
I am 38 and single. Fell in love with my best friend from high school, we dated for 18 years. Unfortunately he was a Muslim, though from a well educated and rich family, none of our parents approved of our relationship. We waited a long time to convince them, could not. So we parted ways. While I moved away to another Country and decided to stay single, he got married 3 years ago due to family pressure. I wish the love of my life a happiest future. At 40 my plan is to completely get into spirituality, serve in an...I am 38 and single. Fell in love with my best friend from high school, we dated for 18 years. Unfortunately he was a Muslim, though from a well educated and rich family, none of our parents approved of our relationship. We waited a long time to convince them, could not. So we parted ways. While I moved away to another Country and decided to stay single, he got married 3 years ago due to family pressure. I wish the love of my life a happiest future. At 40 my plan is to completely get into spirituality, serve in an ashram and stay as a brahmachari for the rest of my life. I have had a beautiful life so far and will continue to have one!
i have this feeling where it takes over me. its when im suffering and i know that its very deep and serious and then id think of what if i grow up and remember that i suffered like this when i was young, i suffered this hard when i was at a young age, i fear that feeling where im all grown up and then id think of smth like judging myself for suffering for things id find small that i find so big right now. i fear the thought of "why would i even suffer for something so small...i have this feeling where it takes over me. its when im suffering and i know that its very deep and serious and then id think of what if i grow up and remember that i suffered like this when i was young, i suffered this hard when i was at a young age, i fear that feeling where im all grown up and then id think of smth like judging myself for suffering for things id find small that i find so big right now. i fear the thought of "why would i even suffer for something so small like that" would come inside my mind. i dont wanna grow thinking crying and crumbling over small things that broke me isnt valid and isnt enough for me to suffer that. i dont wanna be the person ot judge myself for struggling as a child. or even if its like just as a thought, a sudden thought, i dont wanna think of the 15 yr old me as someone different bc imagine im all grown up like what 22 or smth like that and all i can think of her is a weak person and smth like that, neither ido i want to pity myself for having to struggle like that but id want to see me as a strong teenager, i would want to perceive me as someone who didnt only overcome "some struggles" i want to see all the efforts and struggles i had to overcome and how i didnt lose my faith when i was struggling so hard. so yeah i fear that one day id have that negative thoughts abt my younger self instead of learning why i was like this and that.
i feel sad again with health worries I find hard to talk about and paramedics made it sound taboo or a subject not to bring up. how do I stop the problem ? I am waiting for the heat wave to go so I can actually walk to my doctors for an appointment from the bus cuz its too hot and worry I will collapse or have a heart attack. ok bye for now , try to talk again tomarrow.
Im so tired. I spend all my time cooking and cleaning. I work hard, and its like my partner and son dont even care
I feel like an over glorified maid, clean cook and shut up.
I always gets these what-if dreams of us when I least expect it, it's too good that I wished that I could stay in that dream forever. If only I had known that I've had an avoidant attachment style, I could have explained it to him instead of cutting off contact with him. We were only around 11 that time, I really wanted to have a connection with him, doesn't matter if it's friendship or relationship. He made an effort to connect with me on a deeper level and while I did too..I don't think it wasn't enough to be...I always gets these what-if dreams of us when I least expect it, it's too good that I wished that I could stay in that dream forever. If only I had known that I've had an avoidant attachment style, I could have explained it to him instead of cutting off contact with him. We were only around 11 that time, I really wanted to have a connection with him, doesn't matter if it's friendship or relationship. He made an effort to connect with me on a deeper level and while I did too..I don't think it wasn't enough to be called an effort. I felt uncomfortable yet at the same time.. I love it? I can't explain it properly. I thought I could just forget about everything once I entered highschool but to my surprise, I found out we enrolled at the same school. He always manage to effortlessly get my attention, and oh how embarrassing it was to remember how many times he caught me glancing at him and me immediately looking away and my friend says I'm way too obvious. I know that he's now gay but did that really stop my feelings for him? Because it didn't, it wasn't like I was begging for him to like me back anyway. I think back then during elementary, he was on the stage of figuring himself out. I didn't know what he felt for me during that time but I feel like there's something.. or am I just imagining things?.. You know.. everytime I look at him and his performance on dancing at school events, I feel proud and.. longing..? He's so amazing, and I wished that we didn't drift away from each other. I would have been contented with just friends despite that one small voice telling that I can treat him the way he wants to be treated.. I WILL treat him the way he wants to be treated, because he deserves it. Then, I remember the mistake I did back in elementary and laughed at myself. "I don't think I changed a bit, can I really treat him better if I'm still like the way I am like before? Someone who doesn't know how to properly love? Love him the way he wants to be loved?" Something like that would came across mind. These feelings overwhelmed me and I just ended up admiring him from a distance. By the time I was 17.. I noticed that I slowly lost my feelings for him. At first, I didn't want to accept it because it was he only thing I can feel closest to romantic love that lasted for a long time but the time graduation came.. it was almost almost gone. Then these dreams of us in another life or scenario where I was actually able to communicate in a healthy way and love properly, we were happy, be it lovers or friends. My heart would then ache at the thought of those what-ifs, before forcing myself to get over it because there's no point on going back and fix it. Now, I'm in college and a friend and I while talking manage to talk about the topic of love which for the first time in a long time after graduation I thought about what I feel for him today. I can say that I'm proud of what he had become, a great dancer with a lot of friends. Hahaha was this one of the reasons I liked him? Because he's the total opposite of me who's introvert and shy with few selected friends? Could be, also because I find myself liking guys who's in touch with their feminine side. Maybe in another universe or life, we could be together.
I’ve been having lustful thoughts and feelings about a man I am not married to and have looked at him and felt lustful. I am fighting it and not pursuing them.
I am apologizing to God and praying for right restored relationship with all I love, and for spiritual strength to resist temptation and remove desire. Please pray for me. I am confessing this publicly because it says “if we confess our sin and witness it publicly He is faithful and just to forgive us.”
Okay, so here it is. I grew up like a princess—not the kind who lives in a palace with butlers, servants, and a crown. I grew up living a good life. In our family, I was their princess since I was the only daughter of my parents. My father worked in another place, so I only saw him once a year, and my mother was a housewife. But she had a business—people pawned their lands and other properties to her, and she also lent money to those in our town.
Since I grew up in the province, I was what they...Okay, so here it is. I grew up like a princess—not the kind who lives in a palace with butlers, servants, and a crown. I grew up living a good life. In our family, I was their princess since I was the only daughter of my parents. My father worked in another place, so I only saw him once a year, and my mother was a housewife. But she had a business—people pawned their lands and other properties to her, and she also lent money to those in our town.
Since I grew up in the province, I was what they called an island girl. I grew up feeling like the world revolved around me. Even in school, I knew I stood out, but I wasn’t like the spoiled brats you see on TV. My parents and grandparents raised me well—I was a kind child, a true dalagang Pilipina, a Maria Clara in short, haha.
Every birthday of mine was grand. Cake? Seven cakes. My feast? A lot. That’s why even some relatives who weren’t invited still showed up.
Fast forward—I was eight years old when my mom got pregnant. So there, I was going to have a sibling. Everything was fine, everything was still okay.
Not until my brother turned two and I turned ten.
2016—the nightmare, the worst event of my life.
My grandfather noticed that my brother had been looking pale for months, which was unusual because ever since he was a baby, his lips and cheeks were always red. So my mom took him for a check-up, and according to the doctor, he needed to be rushed to the hospital immediately because there was a problem with his blood. They couldn’t confirm what it was because the hospital didn’t have advanced technology. So, they brought him to a bigger hospital in our province, which was very far from us.
I was with them at the hospital. That was the first time I experienced being left behind, being alone, and feeling like I didn’t matter.
Maybe others would think, “You’re too much. You’re a useless sister. You knew your brother needed your mom’s attention more, yet you still let jealousy take over.”
Did I want this? Did I want to feel that way? No, I didn’t. Because he’s my brother—I love him. But what could I do? I was just a child back then.
Weeks passed, and my aunt had to take me back home to our island because I wasn’t allowed to stay in the hospital any longer.
Fast forward—that was my nightmare.
That afternoon, when I finally arrived at our house, I didn’t know it would be the last time I would ever see my grandfather.
I was with my two female cousins. We were inside the bedroom of our house when we suddenly heard someone shouting, cursing at our grandfather, challenging him to a fight to the death, yelling that he should come out because he was going to kill him.
We panicked. My cousins and I immediately ran outside, but we were too late. Our grandfather had already stepped out—carrying a bolo.
And that was when I saw how my grandfather fought for his life.
I saw it. We saw it—how he was stabbed multiple times with an ice pick, how he struggled, how he gasped for air. And despite everything, he still managed to tell us not to cry.
My grandfather always had a favorite line—he would always tell us not to cry when he dies because he wasn’t afraid of death.
But that day, as we surrounded him, crying, we saw the fear in his eyes. That was when I realized—he was afraid, but not of dying. He was afraid for himself.
He took off his glasses because his vision was already blurring. We saw his clothes—full of holes, soaked in blood.
That was where it all began—the suffering, the fear, the endless nights of crying. Name it.
That was where my almost perfect life started to fall apart.
The once cheerful child, surrounded by happiness and warmth, would one day reach a point where she would wish to disappear—where she would wish for death.
But God is good—I rose above it all.
For seven years, I endured pain, countless nights filled with tears and fear, and moments when I wanted nothing more than to end it all. My heart was drowning in resentment, hatred, and bitterness. But I survived—by God’s mercy.
I am happy now. I’m in college, taking the first steps toward my dream of becoming a Cabin Crew. I am stronger, unshaken. Everything I went through, I overcame. The seven years I thought would destroy me—I made it through.
Nine years later, my grandfather is gone, but my sibling survived cancer. And I, too, survived. I conquered depression. I became a trauma survivor.
Now, I can finally say—the old me is gone. She died so that I could live.
A Final Farewell – Meracris Casabuena
To the girl I once was—this is our goodbye.
You carried so much pain, so much fear. You held onto wounds that never seemed to heal, nights that felt endless, and a heart too shattered to hope. You were strong, even when you didn’t want to be. You fought, even when you had nothing left. And for that, I honor you.
But now, it’s time to let you go.
I am no longer the girl who begged for love, who was swallowed by grief, who feared being left behind. I have risen from the ashes you once laid in. I have learned to breathe without the weight of yesterday crushing me. I have found joy, purpose, and peace.
So, rest now. Thank you for bringing me here. But from this moment on, I walk forward without you.
I love you.
Goodbye, Meracris.
The girl you saved is finally free.
my best friend dragged me into the middle of her and her boyfriends breakup by blaming me for calling him names through a “breakup survey” he sent her, which she then sent to me and her then manager.
her manager filled it out and he saw it (obviously). our friendship hasn’t been the same since.
Bruh this is messed up probably and also weird and I feel like the old people would be mad at me...but bro. JFK's voice is sooooo soothing. It gives my heart a little flutter...weak in the knees n all that. And like I feel weird about it bc like...duh people back then were all googoo for him while he was in his prime...but I'm literally barely 21 years old and he's been dead for 60+ years wtf 😭 I feel weird but his voice is so cute!!! I don't even like politics!!! His speech impediment makes me happy u guys....Bruh this is messed up probably and also weird and I feel like the old people would be mad at me...but bro. JFK's voice is sooooo soothing. It gives my heart a little flutter...weak in the knees n all that. And like I feel weird about it bc like...duh people back then were all googoo for him while he was in his prime...but I'm literally barely 21 years old and he's been dead for 60+ years wtf 😭 I feel weird but his voice is so cute!!! I don't even like politics!!! His speech impediment makes me happy u guys. "Cahhhh" :>