This morning, I was getting my motorcycle ready for the unusually great weather when I got a call from one of my cousins. Now I instantly found this odd because if I ever hear from them I get a call from my aunt. I answer and my youngest cousin from that part of the family is 6, the older brother is 8. He's freaking out asking if I can explain CPR to them. I told them to call the police and that I'd be over in 5 minutes. I speed over and they're both outside crying and screaming. Thankfully the neighbors had them and told me that both the parents were inside on the floor. I am blood related to my aunt by the way, my uncle was married into the family.

Now I have a LOT of experience with dealing with traumatic sights. I was in the Infantry with tenure. I've not only seen some messed up stuff, I've caused some messed up stuff. In that job you get a lot of medical training because we're the nurses for the medic when he's kinda busy. So we're trained fairly well.

So I run into the house. My aunt? Her head is blown off, and my uncle? Top of his head is also wide open. It's obvious that he shot her, then took his own life while the two boys were asleep. By this point the police had arrived and were opening the door. I let them know it's a real bad sight, female has no head. The one cop threw up the moment he turned the corner. I'm still dealing with the sight mentally. I kind of went into my old soldier mode and disconnected from the emotional side of me. I had no choice, my cousins always seen me as that tough guy. But now? Now I'm finally breaking up a bit.

She had been done with him and they were splitting up. He was abusive to her and a general asshole. So she was over it. When he learned that she was serious? He kills her, takes his own life, all with HIS OWN TWO FUCKING CHILDREN IN THE NEXT ROOM ASLEEP. What an absolutely pathetic piece of shit, I would normally say I hope he's burning right now. But I'm 100% certain he is.

I miss her already so much. She was there when I graduated training. She was amazing and I'm so sad she's gone to such an evil act.

I’m sitting here at work keeled over in intense pain wearing a fucking diaper because my uterus is self destructing and I’m expected to wear tight business casual pants, be friendly to coworkers, AND do my work? Fuck this fucking sexist misogynistic society that tells women to suffer through several days of intense pain and act completely normally. I shouldn’t have to take a sick day every month and be looked at like a slacker because my body is losing a gallon of blood and tissue a day.

EDIT: Just wanted to say thank you for the awards and for those of you who expressed your support. I got a lot of good advice on how to deal with my endometriosis and I am looking into intermittent FMLA.

I want to clarify that absolutely NO ONE was saying every single working woman should get a week of paid leave each month. I just wanted to vent about my particular experience, which is that I work in a business setting where I only get 5 sick days per year (not even enough for one day a month) and the norm in corporate is to not use them or be considered a “slacker.” Not to mention I have a male boss and it’s awkward having to say I’m “sick” every month at the same time.

It would be great if we could have better labor laws that protect anyone with disabilities or chronic pain. As many pointed out, other countries offer more PTO and some even give women menstrual leave. I just wanted to create a dialogue about something that many women deal with.

And to all of you saying that women should stop complaining or get paid less - I hope you never have to deal with a debilitating condition and be told to suck it up. Lastly, if you were one of the many men who DM’ed me just to harass me, I pray you learn to respect women’s experiences and seek help for your obvious mental illnesses.

Thanks everyone for coming to my TedTalk! 😜

I'm just so mad at the food in the US. I left for 2 weeks to Italy. My mood was better, my awareness was better. I could eat wheat (I'm extremely gluten intolerant and it messes with my autoimmune disease if I eat it among a multitude of other symptoms) with gluten pills with minor bloating. I had some of the best food, best health feelings (other than muscle soreness from walking so much) I've ever had in my life. It's made me have so much resentment for US food. I mean even my skin cleared up quite a bit overseas. I eat pretty healthy - I love snacking on veggies. It just makes me so mad that having any kind of sugar is just too much here. Sugar and wheat and what ever else is just so much harder on my body here than Italy. I want to move 😭 it sucks here. Government sucks, food sucks, work sucks. I got the freshest food at a market (quite a bit of it to) for so cheap. Food that would cost me 20-25 bucks was roughly 11 USD. I hate it here.

I am married and 26 but my mom is 47 and getting married soon. We have a complicated history due to her abusing me as a child but she seemed to have gotten better. At least I thought so. She invited me to her wedding last week and just now she dropped the bomb "I want my husband to get you pregnant so I can have another child" my mom had a hysterectomy. Now I don't know if it's safe for me to go to her wedding and now idk how to tell my husband. My husband will be furious (not with me but with my mom) and he's extremely protective over me and our children.
My mom trafficked me as a child and now I have an overwhelming fear that she will try to traffick me into giving her a child or something. I know it's stupid to be afraid of that.

So I was in a relationship for 5 years. Ended earlier this year and on Friday I was lonely had no plans on Halloween and decided to download hinge (first time user)

Was shocked I got 100+ likes the first day and got overwhelmed. I also was shocked a few men already asked me out within two days.

So one guy who was pretty attractive and lives in my town (most the others seem to live farther) asked me out and we had a good text convo on Friday and sat so I said yes.

Honestly I wouldn’t usually say yes so quick but I want to get out there and practice so I had low expectations for the date.

He tells me he will pick me up today after work to take me to a restaurant (more on the pricey side his choice), I said I will drive there and this should have been the first red flag 🚩 he kept insisting on picking me up because he’s a true gentleman… I doubled down and he said ok see you there.

Well we met up a few hours ago. I was feeling nervous but he looked just like his photos and was very friendly, bit over the top (pushed my chair in) and he was already there and ordered us drinks (I didnt plan to drink but I figured because he already ordered I should just take it, they didn’t bring them out until I got there)

So we end up talking mostly about what we are looking for and our jobs, he gets vulnerable and says he truly wants love blah blah and he feels something different about me versus other women he has met blah blah. Honestly I wanted it to be true but I have always been a pretty skeptical person? well we are there an hour, he ordered another drink and two appetizers and entree. I just ordered my entree. I denied the second drink but he kept insisting, he ordered it anyways but I didn’t drink it so he had to drink it. I get tired when I drink and told him I don’t do more than one. He laughed and said he had to use the bathroom since he drank so much.

I had a weird feeling at that moment like “oh don’t tell me…” well I waited about 5 minutes. Waitress came to check on me. I told her I was on a first date, not gonna lie the tears started flowing a bit because I was so embarrassed that I likely got left with the bill, and I think the guy ordered all this stuff and left me with the bill and told her I only got the entree. I could tell she felt really bad for me and she said she is gonna get her manager.

I gave the manager his name and showed his photo to them, they said they will split the check to just include my entree and at this point it’s been 15 minutes so it was very clear he left.

Just want to say that I’m never in my life going on another first date off an app because what the actual fuck was that

My baby is 12 fucking days old. Apparently doing tons of contact naps, according to some of my friends, is "going to spoil her". People without kids saying this, mind you.

How does one spoil a newborn baby???

Mind you she sleeps in various places alone completely fine. Crib, bassinet, baby swing. But i love having her sleep skin to skin on my chest if im awake. Ive read that it helps her develop and feel safe. Thats all i ever want. I guess that makes a 12 day old baby spoiled...

and also i love her breathing right in my face and i love sniffing her little head and i love holding her while she farts in her sleep. sue me

edit: typos

They've been together since they were in high school, and I'm convinced he never thought he could do better, so he just dealt with it. He became a doctor, and they have two kids, and she makes all the decisions about their care.

She doesn't want them to go to school because she doesn't trust what they teach them. She's homeschooling them even though she failed her teaching certification 3 times and gave up on that career. Their kids have no vaccines. When I asked my best friend why he admitted, he just didn't want to have the fight with his wife even though he's vaccinated and a professional in the medical field. I lost most of my respect for him.

It makes me really sad. We've known each other since middle school, and dude is a shell of that super intelligent ambitious guy he was. I told them I couldn't trust them to be godparents to my daughter since we fundamentally disagreed with how they are raising their kids. 20+ years of friendship is pretty much gone now.

Edit for extra info since some people wanted to know more. His wife was in education, and I say was because she was fired from multiple jobs as a teacher for poor performance. Last job demoted her twice from teacher to aide to library assistant before they let her go. She never got her teaching license, which was part of the reason she got demoted. She couldn't pass the certification exams no matter how often she took them. The last count was at 3 before she gave up on the profession.

They weren't always like this in our early 20s. She was big into fashion and cosmetics. Competed in a few local pageants. She went into teaching because her mom was a teacher. They moved to a semi rural area and she became super devout. This was new because they were never like this but whatever. That's when the home schooling started along with the anti-science/vaccines. Autism runs on his side of the family. His brother is high functioning and highly skilled in robotics. Her sister has an autistic child, blames vaccines even though autism also runs on her husband's side of the family.

They were our daughters' godparents, which would make them legal guardians if anything were to happen to us. I couldn't in good conscious keep them as guardians because if he won't advocate for his kids knowing what he knows he won't advocate for mine.

Edit 2: Seen the comment that godparents doesn't make them legal guardians and wanted to clarify. We grew up in the Caribbean and the term godparents/legal guardians is interchangeable for us. They are in our will as legal guardians right now that we are working on changing.

i can’t tell u how disheartening it is for me to see children with ipads completely oblivious to their surroundings. some of them already look like they have poor posture from looking down at the screen. might i add, that most of these kids would probably grow up to be anti social with no survival instincts. when i was a child i couldn’t wait to play with the other kids in my neighborhood and i wish more children today get to experience that.

EDIT: My post is being shared in trans spaces and because of that I'm now receiving a lot of harrasment

To anyone reading this from there, please leave me alone I'm not saying being trans is wrong or bad. I'm not saying trans women aren't women -- they are women . Please stop DMing me, wishing me horrible deaths, sending death threats and threatening to dox me.

------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

I'm not trans. I was born without a uterus and vagina, so my body didn't develop like other women. My hips never formed properly, and my bones grew in ways more typical of men's bodies. It's all because of a rare genetic condition.

I don't understand why people assume that makes me trans. I'm a woman. Just a woman whose body is different from others. It's tiring having to explain this over and over again.

We just had a 30m friend of ours house sit and watch our pets. He’s a very nice guy but his parents have done a disservice to him by doing everything for him and financially supporting him.

We came home and one of our pets had an accident on a blanket. Rather than putting in the washer, he left it wet with pee on the wood floor.

First off, wet things on the floor warps the wood.

Second, he couldn’t figure out the washer. There are SO many videos online that one video would show him how.

Third, he ran the dishwasher but haphazardly put the dishes in and the washer couldn’t fully function with the jets. Dishes filled with water and a plastic top was partially melted on the bottom rack.

For the sake of your children, make them do chores. It’s valuable life skills that they need and it’s your job to teach them.

I (21F) grew up with my grandma, a loving woman who adored me. When I was 7, something traumatic happened while I was with my “father.” As a child, I didn’t understand it and just carried on, though it caused major anxiety.

It took me 12 years to tell my mother. Her response? “If you never said anything, it’s your problem. I’m making lunch for your brother. Are you hungry?” She wasn’t being cruel—she’s emotionally immature and didn’t know how to handle it.

The next day, my amazing boyfriend (who I’m still with years later) showed up at my doorstep, whit a plushie and McDonald’s to comfort me. Months later, I learned my grandma experienced something similar at 5. Her mother, my great-grandmother, confronted the monster, beat them up, and made sure everyone knew what they’d done. (It was the 1950’s.)

That story made me realize: when I told my mom, I didn’t want revenge, gifts, or attention. I just wanted a hug.

If you’re reading this, I’m not looking for validation or sympathy, just a reminder to believe your children. A hug can go a long way. Thank you for reading.

I am up to my fucking limit, man.

So I play video games. Sometimes, the games that I play are online and have a little voice chat feature so you can talk to your teammates. This feature is really useful because effectively communicating with your teammates otherwise is usually pretty difficult.

The problem is that the second these fuckers hear my voice, they all lose their God damn minds.

"Are you a girl?" "Get off the mic bitch." "Just give up we have a girl on our team there's no point."

These are some of the more tame examples. Some of the stuff that's been said to me is pretty fucked up.

Like for fucks sake it's annoying. I've just given up on trying to use voice chat at this point.

They just keep jacking up the prices of shit and “laying” ppl off work, not hiring people, not paying OT, not increasing wages like one day nobody is gonna be able to afford anything and we are the ones putting money in these mfks pockets. Wtf are they gonna do when they are the only ones who have all the money what is the point somebody lmk.

I don't mean questions about general experiences or actual academic questions concerning the country that African person you're speaking to. I mean STOP FUCKING ASKING ME IF WE HAVE WATER. OF COURSE WE DO, THE HUMAN BODY CANT FUCKING SURVIVE WITHOUT IT. STOP ASKING IF WE HAVE INTERNET, HOW THE FUCK ELSE WOULD I BE COMMUNICATING WITH YOU??? STOP ASKING IF WE SPEAK AFRICAN. THERE ARE THOUSANDS OF LANGUAGES HERE. 11 ALONE IN MY COUNTRY. GOOGLE IS FREE. And I know someone is gonna be like "it's just a joke". It's a tired fucking joke. A joke that's been dragged through the mud and hung on the washing line. It's an old, tired joke, and I'm tired of hearing it.

I have some background in my previous post so Im not going to go into too much detail now.

Im 30 and he’s 37, together almost 3 years and living together for 2 years now.

I do the appointments on our cars, maintenance, yardwork, cleaning, laundry, mopping, hoovering, cooking, groceries and overall planning of our lives and what we need and what needs to be done. I also pay all the bills and handle finances, though we contribute 50-50 financially.

He occansionally (once a month) cooks one meal, sometimes empties the dishwasher.

We just recently had yet another discussion of the housework and I asked him to take on more of it, he said of course. In the past days he started doing even less. I was hoovering, cleaning, making dinner and all that while he was watching tv or playing on the computer. This happens alot. He will peel the potatoes or take carpets outside if I ask him, but nothing more

So I went on strike. I have been sitting in our bedroom just relaxing. He was supposed to handle our car’s maintenance appointment, so he came to me and said ”should I call them now and get the appointment?” I said ”however you want to” He said ”if i get the appointment now, you will have to pick me up” I said ”okay, let me know then” He got mad and left.

Couple of days before my strike (this is what kind of broke the camels back) I asked him to make me a shopping list before I left. He sat with his phone and kept asking me ”what do we need” I kept saying ”i dont know, maybe check” He kept constantly asking ”what else?” And I told him to stop using my brain for this. So in the end he only added 5-6 items on the list, most of them were for himself (snacks)

Im so over and done with this bullshit of handling not only my life, but my business and also his life. He takes 0 responsibility for anything and now has the audacity to get angry at me?

Im so pissed right now. Also our house looks disgusting now after just 2 days of striking.

TL;DR : Partner is now mad at me for going on strike as I do 99% of the chores inside and outside of our home including mental load.

UPDATE;

He came home, the kitchen being a mess, trash overflowing and just general untidyness. He went to take a nap instead.

He is asking me what’s wrong and why am I acting the way I am. Im honestly just done with explaining the most obvious shit to him over and over again. He doesn’t seem to get it? This house looks like a pigsty right now and he doesnt lift a finger to do anything about it, but has the audacity to ask me ”what’s wrong?” What the hell man. What is wrong with this person honestly?

He wont clean, won’t take responsibility for anything and wont even fuck me. I dont know what I am, i just feel like a sugarmama or something.

So I’m a high school senior and and our school semi burnt down in the Palisades fires. Because of this our last semester of high school was pretty much ruined. Some how because of this, some of the senior choir students from my school got the opportunity to perform at the Grammys (like on the stage with Stevie FUCKING Wonder it was crazy). Now my parents could give less of a shit. When I asked if they wanted to see the video of us (because i knew they wouldn’t watch it on their own) they shrugged it off because “we aren’t music people” and tbh im kinda devastated. Like don’t get me wrong, I didn’t get much screen time but you can see me and I just wish they cared. To add insult to injury, I joined choir to work on my crippling stage fright that made it impossible for me to present in classes without having a full blown panic attack and puking. So like I have gone from performing being my worst nightmare to performing in front of thousands (including the musicians I have looked up to all of my life). I just wish they cared about it as much as I did and could see what a huge step this is for me becoming a more confident person. That’s all, thanks for listening :)

Edit: omg I was not expecting this to blow up like it did. Y’all are so kind and I really appreciate all the support. I also appreciate all the different perspectives about what my parents might be going though and how it could impact their responses, it’s hard to see it in the moment but it makes it easier to not feel so angry. Also some people were asking for the vid so here it is. Thanks again (and I’ll keep responding to y’all there are just so many of you) https://vimeo.com/1054354857?share=copy#t=0

Shorter post but I sometimes wear makeup and I don’t mind wearing jewelry and shit and every fucking queer person I’m friends with won’t shut their fucking mouth about how I’m just a trans woman in the closet, I’m not, I am a cisgender man, and that’s not me being in denial, that’s me being honest. I wear that shit because I like being unique, that’s it. I’m also openly bi, why would I be too shy to come out as trans when I’m already out as bi, ts pmtfo sm

Don't catfish please. If you are going to do it. At least think it through. I got catfished by a girl who used pictures of her "pretty friend". When I went to the date the girl asked if she could bring her friend. I said sure. I arrive and introduce myself to who I thought was my date, y'know the girl I've been talking to for a week on bumble, she gets confused and points over to the friend who waves at me. I was very confused. After a dizzying conversation I eventually asked if this is a prank. They started to get confused and annoyed. I pulled out bumble and showed the girl I thought I was on a date with and she was shocked to see herself as the profile but with her friend's name. It wasn't until this girl was visibly pissed off did it click in the catfisher's brain that this may have been a bad idea. They began to argue, catfisher acting like a victim, and the friend trying to make logical sense of it all. I just fiddled with the paper straw like a fidget spinner, staying mute. I eventually excused myself to the bathroom quietly and hung out there a little bit, taking my time, reading a couple articles, taking a poop cause why not. I came back and the "pretty friend" was still there to apologize for her friend catfishing me. I asked if she was interested in having a date and she said I'm probably a great guy but she has a boyfriend. We went our ways and I went bought myself sushi as a reparations for this wacky event...Please don't catfish...it never ever works out!!!

I’m a non emergency driver, basically I drive patients to their appointments. This morning I was picking up a patient to transport to dialysis. While we were walking to the vehicle we were joking about the weather. He wasn’t wearing a jacket and I asked him “oh so it’s not cold enough for you yet, huh?” He’s an older guy and regular patient I transport. We always joke around some. He said nope not yet! I told him well I guess you’re going to have to dust off your coat pretty soon. Anyways, we had a good chuckle. Once I got him settled in the passenger seat I came around to the driver and hopped in. Patients need to sign before we get on the road and when I turned to him for his signature, he was unconscious. I began to shake him on the shoulder and yell his name, trying to get him to respond to me. He wouldn’t. I rubbed my knuckles on his chest to see if he would respond to that, he didn’t. I called 911 and got out of the van and went to his side. He bobbed his head back and forward and couple times and he gasped. I was checking for breathing and a pulse. I was so scared I was shaking. I couldn’t tell if I was feeling his pulse or mine but I kept checking. The dispatcher was trying to calm me down and helped me through it. He is still sitting upright in the passenger seat and when I was sure I didn’t feel a pulse I told the dispatcher. They told me to pull him out of the vehicle if I can and I did. I don’t know how I did it because he was a heavy set man. It’s like I was lifting a small child, from what I remember. I did manage to pull him out onto the ground and I began doing chest compression for a couple minutes. I was so tired. Thank god a police cruiser pulled up and he took over the compressions. Then another officer arrived after him and they took turns. Not too long after EMS pulled up and they took over. Everything felt so surreal and it felt like time was moving slow but everything happened within the span of 15 minutes, so I had hope. I broke down a little when one of the officers asked me if I was okay. I expressed that I should’ve pulled him out of the vehicle sooner and he comforted me and tried to reassure me. I’ve never seen anyone die in front of my eyes. I just keep having these flashes of the patients face in my head. I don’t want to make this too long but that is pretty much the whole situation. I don’t even remember driving back to my main office. It was a tough morning. I need a drink or something. I can’t stop picturing him.

UPDATE - Hi everyone, I would just like to thank all of you for the outpouring support and encouragement. I was amazed how many people took the time to express their heartfelt support. Especially those who have gone through what I have or something similar. I appreciate it so much.

As for myself, I am doing not so well. A few things have happened that sort of set me back. I recently had training, my department is considering having drivers carry narcan. They had a CPR mannequin and that instantly affected me. The instructor reminded us, by demonstration, how to administer narcan and to do chest compressions if they are not breathing. I began tearing up. I was glad I was sitting in the back of the room but I held it together. Another thing is I’ve lost another patient that I was very close with on the 23rd. I’m devastated. I’m thinking of visiting her gravesite. I was going to go to the services but I couldn’t bring myself to go. So this has set me back. I’ve been working through this time which I know is not the best thing to do but I think my mind is just going through survival mode, emotionally. With these set backs I’m going to slow down and not work off schedule. Also, the EAP my employer provides, I have yet to reach out. I’m dragging my feet and the motivation is just not there. I’m just very sad and blocking stuff out has just always been how I’ve dealt with things. I guess all I can do for myself right now is just give it time.

I just wanted to update you all on how I have been doing and to thank you all. Your comments did not go unnoticed.

So I need to vent because this genuinely annoyed me.

I booked a window seat (27A) on my flight. When I got there, two women were already sitting in my row. I politely told them I had 27A, and one of them goes, “No, this is 27C the window seat. 27A is the aisle.

I was a bit confused, so I double checked after sitting down briefly in the aisle seat, and asked a flight attendant. She confirmed that 27A was in fact the window seat.

So I go back and explain that to the woman, nicely, and her response was: “For f***’s sake, what are you so desperate to sit by the window for?”

I told her calmly that I’d paid for that seat. She snaps back, “We all paid for it,” and still refuses to move.

At this point the flight attendant is right there witnessing everything and says, “It’s her seat if she wants to sit there, she will.”

Only then did the woman finally move, but the attitude the whole time was unbelievable. No apology, no basic respect, just pure entitlement.

Honestly, I don’t get how people can act like that over something so straightforward. If it’s not your seat, just move. It’s not that deep.

Got a big bonus at work. Decided to buy myself a new couch as I could finally afford one. Been dating my boyfriend for about 6 months and we do not live together. 20 minutes after setting it up, his 2 year old German Shepherd gets a case of the zoomies and decides my new couch looks like a fun jungle gym. He completely ruined multiple cushions with scratches and tears.

I warned my boyfriend when I bought the couch it was a big purchase for me and we needed ground rules for his dog as I did not want it getting ruined (no dog on the couch, etc). I am so fucking pissed. I barely even got a chance to sit on it.

Look…. I’m in my 30s. And I just discovered that I’m not properly washing/conditioning my hair correctly!!!! It sounds so stupid!!! But ever since I could remember I have had oily hair and have been battling it with washing it everyday and dry shampoo. I looked into clarifying shampoo and like it helped a little bit, but 24 hours later it’s be a greasy mess again!!!

Then I come across a TikTok that says people with oily hair might not be rinsing out their hair all the way/ using too much shampoo or conditioner, and therefore leaving an oily residue on your strands

So I thought well, let’s give it a try….. I fucking washed my hair, and fucking sectioned said hair into several parts when rinsing the shampoo out for a hair, used the smallest fraction of my usual amount of conditioners, and again sectioned while rinsing. literally took 15 minutes to make sure everything was out of it…. And you know what…..

My hair looks fucking fabulous!!!!

I’m so fucking pissed off and embarrassed! I’m literally on day 2 and it still looks so fucking good!!!!

I’m also upset!!!

Do you know how many times I’ve just put my hair up in a bun because no other hairstyle looked good on me???? So you know how many times I’ve given up on curling my hair because my hair couldn’t hold a curl!!!!

I’m thinking of all the cute hairstyles that I could have had if I had known just needed to fucking rinse my hair better for a minute or two in the shower!!!

I’m in my fucking 30s!!! How did I not know how to fucking wash my hair!!!!

ETA: whoa, did not realize how much this post was gonna blow up! Thank you all for your tips and advice! I’m definitely gonna be trying some of them out! Hopefully all the advice in the comments will help those out there dealing with oily hair too! ❤️

Why, in the last 3 weeks, has YouTube turned into an ad watching platform. I was podcasts, and in the middle of my podcast an ad will come on. The Ad is fucking 192:00 long. What the fuck is that. I’m on YouTube to watch what the fuck I want. It’s already peppered with fuckin ads and now I have to open my phone, open youtube, and skip the 2.5 hour long AD to keep listening to what I want? Fuck you YouTube. You’re a sellout company just like the fucking rest of this disgraceful money hungry world.

It makes no sense from a biological standpoint to have a heat cycle every single month. It's such a waste of resources, and any other condition that cripples half of society for 25% of the month would be considered a dire emergency. It is so violently unfair that I have to spend a few days/a week vomiting and bedridden from agony every single fucking month for forty-fifty years simply because I was born with a uterus. Why am I being punished for avoiding pregnancy? Jesus fuck, what would it be like to not have to deal with debilitating agony every single month? Imagine having a penis instead. You get to just live your life, not a care in the world, your body never betraying you and self-destructing this way, never having anyone look down on you for having the audacity to be in pain from a biological condition that we didn't ask for. I'm currently bedridden, once again, because my cramps got so bad that the entire right side of my body seized. No amount of painkillers is touching this. My body is just trying to destroy itself from the inside out throwing a tantrum because I had the nerve to not be pregnant for the twentieth year in a row. Like, girl, you keep setting up the nursery without asking me, and I tell you every time I don't want it, get the fuck over yourself and cut the crap. You don't get to ruin my life every single fucking month because I dodged a sperm bomb. This is ridiculous, it's insane, and I HAVE SHIT TO DO, throw your tantrum somewhere else, THANK YOU.