It would be more beneficial for everyone if you told what happened to this god-forsaken community. My purpose is not to attack, I just think that sharing stories will benefit everyone. It is really valuable that you describe in detail what happened and how you felt during this process.

Hi there “thefuture”.

I’m with you with all the questions that would appear on your mind during the whole process.

The inevitable question is “trust”. Like how well you know each other, how confident you can be about what she’s thinking. Words doesn’t have meanings at this point, but actions and even “looks” have.

If you have serious doubts, about her, about what she’s been telling you, all I can recommend for you is to stand where you are with all you have. Things will have an end or a beginning after that.

Whatever happens, please remind yourself that things will come to a kind of end or a beginning, and being stuck in the hustle will never help. I strongly recommend you to find an eventuality as soon as possible. Because what hurts us all is the suspicion.

Hello again.

This time it’s much easier to write because of the things that happened me in the last two and a half years of life.

After all the struggle, despair and devastation, trying hard to meet some other people (hell, you all know that meeting a decent human being is like searching a needle in a hay) I finally met an amazing lady, we started dating in the curfew days of pandemic in my country, had some amazingly romantic moments, fall in love and quite quickly she moved in with me.

I never gave any chance to something like this ever happening to me, but it ended up great unbelievably smooth.

I actually came here to delete my posts, but decided to leave everything here.

Because life itself is incredibly miserable and amazing at the same time. The curiosity that keeps us going -believe or not- works! it’s an incredible ability that we humans have, we can leave the shit in the past and move on. I still can not believe how I am after all the pain and misery that I’ve been through.

I’m “fine and dandy” as dear George Carlin once mocked. There’s still hope, As cheesy as it sounds. There’s still hope.

I don’t know how to put an end to this.
 
She wrote to me the other day. About her journey of discovering herself and the change in her personality. She says she’s deeply sorry it all has come to this but it’s not her or my fault. She thinks that I wouldn’t understand but she hopes that I would someday.
 
Actually, I do understand. As much as I can. And I’m sorry too. Sorry for her and for myself for this tremendous misfortune. I find myself in public places like the subway, the workplace or a street full of people, alone, thinking, feeling devastated, trying to keep my tears inside because of what happened.
 
But I feel anger as well. The type of anger that I’ve never felt before. Anger towards her, for keeping me in the dark for so long, for not being in control not even in the slightest after trying so hard to keep it nice and easy for all my adult life. After all, for more than a year, I was just thinking that she was somehow changing and she was keeping me outside of it. And her “answer” at the end doesn’t cover my wounds of dereliction and neglect. She mistreated me. A lot. The only person I truly loved and trusted. The only person I literally built my life over. The only person I showed my “soft spot”. And I’m furious because she just stabbed me from there, and I’m bleeding fast.
 
Every once in a while, for some moments, I just think to be done with it. We just break up, we move to other directions and finish this chapter. But then the reality hits me very hard. I think about talking to everybody in my life.
 
My father is writing a book about his profession on speech therapy for physically or mentally disabled children. He regularly asks for some drawings and graphics for his book from her. (She’s an industrial designer and a 3D artist). Last week, he called me again for some more work to be done. I talked to him for a while and said that she’s pretty busy these days. He said he and my mom are considering to come to our ci

Hello.

This is probably the most miserable hello I've ever written. I literally found out that my partner of 6 years is "possibly" a lesbian a few hours ago, she just came out to me last night. It was the hardest night of my life, and I don't think it will get any better. I am profoundly confused and devastated, and I will try to get all these storms and hurricanes out of my chest. I feel like I have to.

As a general picture of my personality; I am a 31 year old Turkishman who is living in Turkey (and I apologize about my writing mistakes since English is not my native tongue). I'm coming from a lower-middle class family with university graduate parents who are “cultural” Muslims. Them and the rest of my family are as secular and modern as it gets in this mostly religious, nationalist and highly conservative part of the world. I am an atheist and a liberal social democrat, a man of science and reason. I am a self-made Westerner or a European, brought himself up with the culture, values and morals of the international modern world, in a country which many people around the world would consider middle-eastern. I write these down to make anybody who reads this understands that there are not a lot of (almost any) people like me around. Even though most of my close friends, my “homies” and my social circle are much more liberal than the rest of my country, I still feel like I could never open up and discuss any of this with them.
 
I’m in a relationship with my partner since June 2013. We flirted for a couple of months before and started to date at that time. She was 21 and I was 25. We had so much (even too much) in common, we were getting along together like two peas in a pod. Three years ago, we had to stay apart for eight months because of her studies and we missed each other like crazy. We Skyped for hours whenever possible. We wrote love letters to each other. When she got back to me, she directly moved in with me and we were the happiest couple on Ear