Okay. My situation is this: Me and my long-distance boyfriend just had a trip together, and when he left, and after my dopamine dropped because of the successful trip, I started feeling unmotivated to do anything alone. I told my friend, who checked on me, and it turned into a two hours long phone call, where I discovered that there are a lot of activities around me, but I couldn't go because my only friend has been very occupied lately. And this is when I got the genius idea of asking people through my Instagram story if they are interested in hanging out with me. During these 2 hours, I made the mistake of not replying to my boyfriend, who was very busy driving around all day and being quite absent and nontalkative since morning. After the "ignoring" time, where if I'm being honest, I wasn't replying to his last message immediately, because it had a bit of passive-aggressivity to it, he started being the one not replying, and even saying he's "not feeling like talking to me today". I asked about it, but like always, he didn't want to elaborate. After hours of barely having a normal conversation, he said he feels "used and disrespected by me" and I tried to encourage talking about it, what he immediately shut down, again, like always. I told him that for the hundredth time, please stop saying that there's a problem, and then not try to solve it, because it gives me extreme amounts of anxiety trying to figure out what I did wrong. And to that, this is what I've got: "How would you feel if after a nice vacation and after the fun is gone I would ignore your messages and in the meantime post on Instagram about finding someone to go out with places? Advertising yourself like on Tinder. Should I be ok with you going out dancing with your ex? Or other dudes? Or your lesbian friends? Are you out of your mind? Is this normal around there?" So yeah, that left me flabbergasted. I feel like there's a bit of exposition needed here. We are from different countries, but we talk to each other in English. I wrote the post in my language, which means, he had to translate it, and I feel like there's a lot that gets lost in translation, but I'll try my best to make it understandable. "Hello people of (name of my city), somebody please be my friend, because as it turns out to me there are a lot of events in my vicinity which I would like to visit, but I don't step outside of my flat alone. HELP. /very trustworthy and friendly human/" The main question is DO YOU SEE ANY PROBLEM WITH THIS TEXT? Because I don't. In my eyes, it showcases my humor and my awkwardness with social situations. But that obviously isn't what he saw in it. He's been cheated by his previous partner, which destroyed him, and now he has absolutely zero trust towards anybody, which includes me because I slipped up once by not taking his boundaries seriously enough in the past. So the first thing he does is jump to conclusions because as you see, there was no mention of partying with dudes. On the other hand, I'm bisexual, which he never really got over, because he comes from a very conservative place, and doesn't really understand that no, I don't want to fuck my friends just because they're girls. I still don't really understand what the main problem was, because what he always brought up was this scenario. "What if a guy replies to my story and I start talking to and feel comfortable around him, and he offers to take me out somewhere?" First of all, I explained to him that I wouldn't reply to a guy, because I know that he would see that as disrespectful, and I very hardly feel comfortable around men, so for me to actually make friends with one has to mean that I feel a 100% safe with them not trying anything and last, but most importantly I'm not an NPC! Just because a guy comes and talks to me doesn't mean that I'll act like a magnet, and stuck to them. I can make my own decisions, but because of his issues with trust, he can't seem to trust me with not being mindless. And he had a problem with how I'm advertising myself to the whole city, while I know that I barely have any people added from here and could tell you that exact 50 people who actually watch my stories, and they know as well, that I'm talking to my already existing friends who I might have lost touch with. So after an hour of intense trying to make the other understand, my conclusion was that next time if he feels like I did something wrong, what I CLEARLY can't sense by myself, don't spend the day not talking to me and making me anxious, but communicate the problem to me as soon as he feels wronged by me, because then I might even have a chance of fixing it. Was I right in saying that I'm very rarely a 100% confident in myself, but now I can say that he's acting toxic?

Hey everyone, throwaway here. This is a long one - there’s a tldr at the bottom.
When I was a child, my father inherited a property (small 3 bed) in Dublin from his brother. For the past 20 years, there has been a tenant in the property - one woman & her son who is now 20. I sadly lost my father 3 years ago after a short and painful illness. It’s been a very traumatic time, not least due to the fact that we also lost our mother to cancer when we were kids. I have siblings and between us we shared in nursing our father and caring for him during his illness. During this time, my father explained to me that he would be leaving the property in Dublin to me to do with whatever I feel fit. He died, and I inherited the property.
Fast forward to January this year. I decided that next year I would like to move into the property with my partner, renovate it, and settle down. We’re both 30 and renting, and with the housing crisis coupled with the cost of living hikes making life planning a difficult reality for any young couple living in Ireland, this opportunity is obviously a saving grace for us. So I respectfully and delicately approached the tenant and sat down with her to explain that I would be issuing her an eviction notice, that I would give her a year to vacate her home, and that I would support her in any way I can helping her find somewhere new to live. She was sad, but said that she understood and that my father had already prepared her for this eventuality. She submitted the eviction notice to the RTB and to HAP, and she is to move out next January.
The tenant is on the HAP scheme and she is waiting to be housed by Dublin City Council. She’s been on the waiting list for 14 years and since receiving her eviction notice she has been placed on a priority list. She has not looked after the property well, her son causes a lot of damage to the doors and walls and they don’t maintain the garden - letting it grow over with weeds and thorn bushes despite me having it properly landscaped and providing a lawnmower. I have checked in with her a couple of times since issuing the notice to see where she is at with her housing application and whether she has had any updates from the council on her position as a priority candidate to be housed. Both times she responded that she has had no updates but that she will be happy to move to any property that I move her to. I of course do not have any other properties. Until now, I have been renting my whole life. She seems to think that I am going to house her, despite me clarifying more than once that I am not in a position to do so. So it’s been a frustrating relationship for me to maintain, but I am patient and understand that her circumstances are not ideal.
Last week, the tenant texted to enquire about sourcing her a bed to put into the converted garage that is being used as private storage (the property is on a shared lease because dad had another tenant at one point). 5 more members of her family are moving to Ireland and she wants to accommodate them for the rest of her time at the property. I responded, declining the request, explaining to her that there is an eviction notice in place and I want to ensure that it’s followed through without any difficulty. I explained that 5 extra people in the house would render it overcrowded and therefore uninsured, and that her rent doesn’t cover this amount of people, so her HAP payments may be effected. This is where the trouble begins.
She has since become much more difficult and unpleasant to deal with. She has been rude about my parents, telling me that she wishes they were still around, as if to compare me to them. She got her son to call me to try convince me to fold, that it’s family and I should want to help family. He began insulting me over the phone, telling me I’m useless, that I’m being stubborn and selfish. I remain calm, citing the lease, the insurance and the eviction notice as my reasons for being unable to help her. She continues to harass me, won’t take no for an answer. She wrote a very long message yesterday “begging” me not to ruin her final memories in the home and imploring me to allow her to accommodate her 5 family members as they have nowhere else to go in Ireland and that they need a base as they wait to be homed. She says that she and her whole family will move out in January, that I don’t have to worry about that and that I should find it in my heart to allow her some happy final memories with her family in her home. But I’m worried that if she’s struggling to be housed while it’s just herself and her son, then it will be even more difficult to be housed as a group of 7. I think she shouldn’t move her family to Ireland at this time and that it’s irresponsible of her to put them in this position (I haven’t said that to her, I don’t think it’s my place to).
I am not an experienced landlord, nor had I ever intended on becoming a landlord. This whole situation has been extremely stressful for me as we wait patiently to start our life together in this house. I’ve heard some pretty bad stories about the struggles other landlords have endured in trying to successfully evict tenants, understandably. The RTB have been supportive and helpful in advising me how to handle this but this is new territory for me and it’s really tearing me apart to think that I might put this family at risk of homelessness. But I can’t risk not having a home to move into myself next year.
I’m not sharing this story to incite hate or prompt angry discussion against any demographic subgroups. I understand that as a country we benefit in many ways from having a diverse population and I don’t want to undermine that hard fact. I also understand that I am fortunate in many ways to have inherited a property during a housing crisis. I am interested to hear what people think about this, whether I am doing an okay job at handling it, whether I am perhaps being overly privileged in taking advantage of my position as landlord, whether I am taking enough action to prevent this potentially becoming more complicated. So, AITA?
TLDR: I inherited a house from my Dad 3 years ago. There is a long term tenant in the house with her son. I’ve issued an eviction notice of 12 months. She now wants to move 5 family members into the house as they have nowhere else to go. I’ve said no, she won’t take no for an answer.

This is going to be long, please bear with me.
I'm 20. I'm in a really wierd spot in my life and I hear it'd like that for everyone in their twenties or around this point in life. ⚠️ Also this contains some talk about drugs and abuse so be warned please ⚠️
I had a lot wierd situations I encountered growing up that I didn't know how to deal with. I've been told I did exceptionally well but I don't think I did. I know this sounds stupid but where I was going to school at the time, there weren't a lot of just plain Americans there. It was a catholic school with kids from all over the world: Vietnam, Ethiopia, Cambodia, Mexico, Argentina, you name it. All very rooted in their cultures. When I got to 3rd grade I was just screwed. Kids would hang out with exclusively people from their cultures and I was the only person there who didn't have that so I had literally nobody to play with or talk to. My family is also split between really anti catholic and religious and i was going to catholic school at the time so it was tense... My grades started slipping and my father, whom I was extremely close to, moved away for reasons I still can't quite figure out. My mother had this roommate at the time who would always have these strippers, drugs, and wierd sex stuff constantly in myproximity and it made me super uncomfortable.the same woman would tutor me because I struggled in school and she would scream in frustration that i didnt understand. She and her sisters would Call me stupid because i couldnt divide decimals and such. The place we were living in belinged to her family and they hated black people so they just hated us. I transferred to a school In a suburb north of my city and lived outside the attendance boundary so whenever people asked me where I lived I had to lie. A girl got expelled for living outside the attendance boundary I remember. I met great friends there but they could never come to my house and they never really could know much about me. And they were rich and I was really struggling with my mom so it was just hard to find activities we could do together without having to pay a whole bunch of money for it. I helped my mom at work a lot doing pop up shops selling clothes at festivals and doing community work in education speaking on panels and doing workshops with college students and professors (im about 9-12 atp). Anyway, fast foward to high school and it's just chaos. People constantly doing xans in class smoking in the bathrooms. I've been told I'm really smart and talented in many things, but I was kind of bad at socializing with people my age because I was so used to talking with adults. But this place had no value for that. The school sucked. Eventually I transferred to an amazing school that I absolutely loved, but I had to move in with my estranged father. It was hell. He was physically and psychologically more Abusive to me in that time than anything I could comprehend at that point. When the pandemic shut down my school, my dad made me drop out to help him pay bills. Eventually I ran away back to my mother because I had nowhere to go. I packed everything I could, and left. It was February and it was freezing. I wasn't sure I would make it. At this point in my life the person I'm closest to is my grandfather. My family believes he is schizophrenic but he instilled an appreciation for music and art that was very therapeutic to me at the time. So when I ran, I ran to him. Fast foward to when I turned 19 and i don't know exactly what happened but things got really REALLY bad. I got a job which was good, but I was missing a lot of skills people my age need to have. My mother ended up losing the sight in her left eye and nobody would hire her because she's a liability and lacks credentials for most jobs. I started getting into psychedelics which kind of disturbed my mood's continuity. And then at work one day this guy gave me oxy that had fent in it and pressured me to do it in the bathroom even though i said i just wanted to see about it later (note: this was legit the dumbest shit i ever did.) I started having a really bad overdose. I kept vomitting and vomitting and felt like my whole body was shutting down. I dont know how i made it through that. I never touched that crap again after. The high was amazing and felt so euphoric but it felt like it was killing me at the same time. So at this point I started taking on the bills and providing for her. She got odd jobs here and there and helped however she could and honestly I believe she did more than I did, but my aunt is also living with us and literally lives here rent free doing NOTHING except taking care of her parents while simultaneously living off their social security and pensions.Pays no bills. Fast foward to now and my grandfather has stage IV prostate, bone, and lung cancers. He's been in so much excruciating pain and I don't know what to do. I'm currently getting my GED, working, and trying to pursue my dreams in the arts and honestly, the whole situation I'm in feels like my fault. I don't know how I'm going to do anything with my music/art or take care of my family. Every day I feel so scared and trapped and anxious. I genuinely feel like everyone around me just hates me, I know they don't, it's just this anxious paranoia I have. I feel like I have actually had a really good quality of life but I just didn't maximize on my opportunities out of selfishness. I try to get put there and do things and somedays I feel really great but something will just send me spiraling for no reason. I legit feel like I'm losing my mind every day and I don't want to talk to anyone about it. I do, but nobody can say anything to fix this. Plus everyone around me is going through shit. I don't want to feel like this.
TLDR: Daddy issues money issues drug issues life issues. Pervasive fear dominating my social life and I think I'm losing my mind. Thanks for hearing me out.

I 20 F and she 20 F have been friends since 2022 and i met her through my friend 20 F. the three of us became friends pretty quickly but there was always a distance between the two of them and I. they would leave me out of conversations , say passive aggressive things to me but I also know that I can take basic things to heart.
her birthday is coming up in June and one of my favorite artists is coming to my city and i am very excited but the concert is on the same day of her dinner. my friend and I asked her if she would like to go after dinner and she said she didn’t feel like standing up after dinner.
Back in April Sabrina Carpenter came to our city, i’ve never listened to her music or anything and they asked if i could go to the venue early so they could be close to her up front. I worked 3:45a -12p that day and i went right to it at 2:30 so I was standing all day just to hold their spot and they didn’t even arrive on time. so when she said that she didn’t want to stand after eating it didn’t make sense but i also felt like it was very insensitive knowing what i did for them.
recently they invited me to mini golfing and I said yes because it seemed fun. but they didn’t mention it after they asked. I then get on instagram to watch my other friends private story to see that they went to mini golfing without me along with other people I used to work with. I slid up on the story did a petty comment and said “ooo it looks like you guys had fun!!” she then invited me to the next time they went and i told her I didn’t want to go.
her explanation as to why she didn’t invite me is because she didn’t think i would be comfortable around the other people..mind u i worked with them all. so now i’m planning on ditching my friends birthday dinner because they both left me out of something i rlly wanted to go to. AITA for that ?

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For the past 2 hours, I have been anxiously pacing through the house, questioning my own sanity. I decided to put thoughts to rest with a bottle of Soju and type away all the mess that is clouding my brain: I think my partner has cheated on me on his work trip.
A little back story, Me (F23) met my boyfriend (M24) through Tinder about 2 years ago. He got this silly meme “Studio Ghibli and Chill” as one of his photos on Tinder and that’s how I swiped right right away (Ghibli movies are my comfort food). When we first started dating, he was so nervous to be himself around me as I was his first relationship ever. However through time, he opened up more to me and has proven to be the best boyfriend I’ve ever had. We went through what every couple goes through: the sweet honeymoon phrase, the rough patches, the ups and downs. But it was so worth it, he was my soulmate.
Back to the story, recently he has to go on a work trip in another big city for a week. I have been missing him (we have been living together for nearly a year now and this is the first time he has to go for this long) but I have also been enjoying all the apartment to myself. Anyway, a couple of days ago, he told me he wanted to go to the Casinos and since I knew about his ‘tradition’ with the boys before meeting me was that after a big win at the CAS, you go see some strippers. I told him I’m not comfortable for him to go see a stripper when he is in a committed relationship. He took it really well and told me he wouldn’t do anything that would jeopardise our relationship and I believed him wholeheartedly. Fast forward to today’s afternoon, my phone went out of battery so I logged onto his PC, which was already connected to our TV in the living room because I wanted to play Mario Kart while he’s gone and we don’t own a Switch at the moment. I was searching for different cafes for tomorrow brunch with the girls. I made sure to go through each cafe’s location to find one in between us so that we don’t have to travel so far to meet each other. Anyway since the map was under his Google Account, I could see his recent searches and Low and Behold: He has searched for the strip club he has been to multiple times before meeting me. I couldn’t help but jump straight to the conclusion that he has cheated on me. I could feel all the blood pulsing through every vessel. Maybe you guys must think what the hell is she thinking jumping straight to conclusions like that, I have been cheated on before in my past relationship so I feel like my restored trust issues are now out the window. I called him crying, honestly maybe this was a bad move, but I didn’t know what to do but called and questioned him immediately. Of course he denied and said that he searched for the strip club’s name to take a screenshot of the place and sent it through his group chat with the boys. When I told him to show me receipts or proofs, he said that he couldn’t since everything was on SnapChat, and that he had deleted the screenshot immediately after, even in his ‘Recently Deleted’ file. I was so livid at that point and I didn’t know what to think, I just kept crying. I think that made him upset so he told me I just have to trust him and asked if I’m gonna be like that during the next time we’re apart. He said I have no proof that he has cheated and just because he searched for the strip club doesn’t mean that he’s cheated. We ended the call both extremely upset and angry.
Now what I learned from the past relationship was to be wary and investigate everything. So I logged into his Facebook to see if he has messaged the Boys about the visit at all. Now, I know some of you might think I have absolutely no right to go through his stuff. You’re right, but I didn’t care at this point. I was desperate to see something that would deny the fact that he has broken my trust. I went through his chat with his brother and found out that he has been bragging to him about his wins at the Casino last night. So his brother replied with “Strip Club’s name_?” He replied with “OATH”. At this point, I just wanted to bang my head against the wall, pass out and wait for this nightmare to pass. Again, maybe I should not have called him straightaway with this newly found information but I couldn’t wait. I confronted him. This time he sounded more calm, but sad, very very sad. He said he had been thinking about the call earlier and thought he didn’t treat me with any respect, and that he shouldn’t get upset. He told me the messages between his brother and him were a joke that he didn’t actually go. He apologised for hurting me regardless whether that was a joke or not. He insisted that he had not cheated on me and everything was a joke between him and the boys and that he couldn’t imagine things escalated this far. He then told me he understood if I wanted to leave him because he did hurt me, but that he loved me a lot and he would do anything to help me rebuild trust again. I said I needed to think and hung up.
Now I’m typing all this out on Reddit and asking strangers on the internet to help me shed light on this situation. Should I trust him just based on his words?? Did he actually cheat on me and try to cover this up?
TLDR: I think my boyfriend has cheated on me with a stripper on his work trip.

Me (19M) and my boyfriend (19M) have been together for almost 2,5 years now. He was my first real boyfriend and he did really make me happy.
We played field hockey in the same team when we were younger (about 7 or 8), but his mom decided to move to another city. About 3 and a bit years he moved back to my hometown and got back on my team. I really liked that I got to see him again because I used to have a little crush on him when we were younger. We started hanging out after practice by a lamppost when we were on the way back home and just talked up to two hours one time. I really liked him and being gay and young you reach for everything that you think could turn into something.
I am quite the extrovert and he is very much an introvert. Our personalities are really different on a lot of levels and sometimes that’s good because you s/o can compliment you so you can grow together, but in our case that also means we clash on a few things. His morals for instance are very different from mine. Where I am all about treating people fairly and the way I want to be treated, he treats people based on his view of them. If he thinks someone judges him (even when they’re not) he immediately gets defensive. He also never accepts my help and expects me to do thing for him when I know he wouldn’t do the same for me. Now don’t get me wrong he is a really kind person and says he loves me all the time, even when it sometimes feels he is just saying it for validation and out of fear I don’t love him anymore (he gets really insecure about me).
About a year and a half into out relationship I started feeling as if we might not be such a good match and started really doubting whether we should continue dating or not. I thought it would be best if I addressed the feelings I had and gave him the benefit of the doubt.
Now comes the difficult part. He is the only person I have had feelings towards during our relationship and I have never done anything with another guy except from him when we were together. Last night I was at a housewarming party from someone from my class at university. I went with another girl from my class because we live really close together but apart from her and the girl who’s housewarming party it was, I knew nobody.
I started to talk to the other guests and started to mingle and such when this guy (20M)approached me. He introduced himself to me, but not to the girls I was standing with and we just started talking about school and that sort of stuff. He went outside to smoke and asked me if i smoked too and if I wanted to come with. I left my vape (don’t come for me) in my jacket and went to get it when the girls from my class pulled me aside to talk about the guy. They said he was definitely flirting with me. I did not realize that because I, as a gay guy, assume every guy I see is straight and he was just being really nice.
Then night continued and I started to talk to other people and getting drunk from the wine. I left to go to the toilet and just before I closed the door the guy asked if he could come with to pee too. I thought well if girls can do it then we can too so I said yes. He came in and just stared peeing, not at all trying to hide anything from me and well I just kinda froze and felt my eyes pulling down to his junk. He asked if i was going to just look at him pee or if I also was going to pee.
When we were done and were standing back in the hallway he came really close to my face and continued flirting in a kind of jokey way. We were both quite drunk by now and then feeling that someone would like me just really excited me (I was not planning on doing anything with him other than flirt a bit tho) so I flirted back.The evening and the flirting continued and when the girl I came with were going home he gave her a fist bump and me a hug. I felt something inside of me that I hadn’t felt in a long time.
Today I couldn’t stop thinking about him and just fantasizing about us for no reason. He added me on Instagram and I added him back but he hasn’t said anything yet. I really feel like I have feelings for him as stupid as it may sound. But he’s just so confident and cute and I really don’t know what to do. I don’t want to break up with my boyfriend in general, let alone for a guy who might not even want to be with me romantically. But how can you fall in love with another person if you’re already in love? Are you really in love then?
I really don’t know what to do and could really use some advice. 1; should i tell my bf I am getting feelings for someone else? Or should i just live with the thought of what could have been?

Hi, thank you for any advice in advance! I recently started (trying to at least) dating again after taking time for myself for two years - I finished my degree, got the job I wanted, moved to a new city and started making friends and generally finding my way. I haven’t had much luck with apps, when I do it tends to result in a number of really good dates with a singular person, but it’ll often fail around the two month mark. Most recently I had been seeing a guy I really liked but he ended things stating that he ‘was still dating other people and didn’t want to hurt me as I deserved better’. We’d gone on a total of eight dates and really enjoyed each others company so this really caught me off guard. It’s really hard to avoid circular thinking - like it’s my fault or I’m not good enough. It’s really beginning to wear me down. I maintain an active lifestyle, good hygiene many hobbies and love trying new things. I have ambitions for advancing my career and working toward other goals such as buying a home. I just don’t know what else I’m supposed to do. I’m able to make really valuable connections with wonderful people but they always end really quickly. I’ve never been in a relationship and I’m starting to feel like I’ll never get there.

TW: rape, cheating, mental health, cancer
So, as the title says I am planning to divorce my husband, even though I am dependent on him. There's a lot to this so I'd appreciate if you could read until the end
I (23M) have a lot of problems when it comes to mental health, I am autistic and bipolar and not only that but I suffer physically too as I struggle walking sometimes due to a motocross accident from five years which I can still feel to this day and also long term covid. I find stuff such as walking for just 20 minutes extremely exhausting. Not only that but I have recently had a cancer diagnosis. I had an inkling of it already but it's only recently been diagnosed.
Given all those issues, my husband (also 23M) has been there to help me with them, ever since we first met in the 11th grade.
But then, about a month ago we had a trip to England together (we're from Canada) and in short, he basically made me have sex with him even when I refused and even though he knows full well I have strong sex repulsion. He had been asking me to "try" it for a while but no amount of saying no got him to leave it alone. I only agreed because I wanted it to stop.
It doesn't even end there as not long after that a friend of mine showed me screenshots of a discord conversation where he basically confessed to cheating on me. According to him, I am very bad with sex and that I am ignorant when it comes to a lot of terms related to sex. I know they're true but it hurts so much more hearing it from the guy who I thought loved me despite my issues. When I asked him about it, all he could do was lie to me.
I have told him that I forgive him, but I am coming to the realization that I truly don't. I only chose to forgave him because it's easier than alternatives. But then I constantly get berated by my friends for staying when he obviously doesn't care for me anymore, and I am slowly beginning to realize that I can't live my life like this anymore.
Last night I entered a bit of a breaking point where it felt like my own friends gave up on me, it's what's making me realize that I am deluded and I need to leave...but I am confused on how to do so given all the issues I have. But I decided to contact my Grandmother last night about everything and she has invited me to go and stay with her for a while. So here I am with a handful of stuff with me as I am trying to navigate a really hard moment in my life but I have a little bit of faith it'll improve, as my Grandmother said she will work with me to find a divorce lawyer and see if there's any form of disability payment I can receive, since I am out of work right now given my diagnosis. She also agreed to help me with making sure I get to hospital appointments safe and sound. I really miss him right now but hopefully I can get over that eventually.

I’ll try to summarize this. I work in at a school. I will admit it’s stressful sometimes, dealing with a lot of kids who don’t follow the rules, but I overall like my job.
My main problem is that I feel like I’m not respected by both students and staff. I’ve tried being polite, but that just made me a pushover. There are many days where I’ve had to raise my voice just to get kids to listen to me, which just makes them hate and disrespect me even more.
As for staff. I’ve heard some of them talk bad about me behind my back, while there are others who yell at me that I’m not doing my job correctly. I will admit, I’ve made mistakes a couple of times. In my defense though, I’m younger and don’t have as much experience as they do. Plus I’m human, we’ve all made a mistake every now and then, but they don’t need to yell at me about it. I’ve talked about this with my boss, they got in trouble, and now they hate me even more.
Not all the staff and students are bad, there are plenty of good ones, but the bad ones make me hate the idea of going to work. It just makes me tired to have to deal with it everyday. So I try to lay low at work and not get caught up in the drama.
But there’s another issue, my bf also works at the same school. He’s the opposite of me, everyone loves him and respects him. We’ve been dating in secret for a while, we wanted to keep our private life and work life separate.
Today we were on a date, we ended up running into one of the students, one who hates me but loves him. I’m scared that she’s gonna tell everyone she saw us together. I already know that a lot of people at work like him and would disapprove of me. They’ll definitely gossip, get involved, and try to break us up. My bf already assured me that this won’t happen, and if it does, he politely tell the students and staff to F off. I can’t help but worry though.
To anyone who’s reading this, what should I do? How do I get people to like me? Or at the very least respect me. I feel so hopeless.

hello. So even though I live in amman I didn’t go to the parade through the city. I’m really really pissed down inside and I have fomo. Especially cuz nothing like this will ever happen. So are there like signs and posters on the roads yet that I could see just so I can relax a bit. I know I may sound stupid but I feel something weird inside my body and it’s annoying and I feel empty, especially after seeing everyone out there celebrating. thank you🙏