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i got raped btw, that's what i was ranting to them abt.

oh well....i guess we know what that means...

Something happened on Saturday night that I haven't been able to shake off.

I (32M) went out clubbing with 3 friends for the first time in 2 years. We headed to a new spot in town and drank a bit too much. At around 2AM, one of my friends was bent over a trash can puking his guts out, while the other two stayed with him to make sure he was alright but they were kinda smashed themselves as well.

I was only slightly tipsy and hungry, so I walked over to a taco truck parked outside the club. There were four or five college students hanging out nearby, and suddenly feeling generous, I decided to buy tacos for everyone. We ended up having a great conversation about the new club, the current mayor, and gossip, etc.

While talking, I noticed how hyper-aware they were. They kept glancing left and right. When I asked what they were looking for, one of them asked, "Where's the camera? You're doing this for content, right?"

I laughed and told them I was just a guy having a good night, I'm not an influencer. They nodded politely, but they still seemed on edge, half-expecting a camera to pop out from around the corner.

After my friend was done shooting rainbows out his mouth, we all called for Uber home. But after I got home, I didn't sleep for a while because that conversation kept replaying in my head over and over. It’s really sad that the younger generations have grown up in a world where genuine kindness feels so rare, they automatically assume it’s for content. For the first time in my life, I understood what my Gen-X dad meant when he said "I pity your generation" to me. Our struggles may be different but I genuinely felt that "I pity your generation" that night.

You kids have it rough too.

​I just need to get this off my chest because my wife is my entire world, and sometimes I feel ridiculously insecure because of how amazing she is.

​We grew up in the same neighborhood, just four houses away from each other. I’ve known her since kindergarten, and she has been my absolute goddess since we started dating when we were around 14 or 15.

​Back in high school, kids could be incredibly cruel. My wife was a bigger size back then, and she got bullied heavily for it. When we started dating, people used to mock me and call me a "fat loving man." I didn't care at all. To me, she was the most beautiful girl in the world. Seriously, she looked exactly like a cartoon character I always had a massive crush on growing up. She was perfect then, and she is perfect now.

​But because she is just so beautiful, I still get extremely insecure around her. I constantly catch myself thinking that she deserves so much more than me, even though we've built this amazing life together.

​We have a little girl now, and our mornings are my favorite part of the day, but it’s kind of a funny dynamic. I always wake up first and make breakfast for us. But my wife gets this hilariously "angry" look on her face when I beat her to it. So, every now and then, I actually pretend to be asleep just so she can have the joy of making breakfast for the family—she looks so incredibly happy when she gets to do it.

​The main reason I keep getting up early to cook, though, is our daughter. My little girl absolutely loves my cooking, and seeing her smile is everything to me. I let my wife handle the cooking later in the day anyway, because when she cooks, we get the very healthy lunches hahaha. My daughter definitely prefers my breakfasts!

​I guess I just wanted to put this out there. I'm a guy who married his childhood best friend, and I still wake up every day feeling like the luckiest man alive, even if I don't always feel worthy of her.

She’s 20. I’m 26 and he’s well over 50 and still married to my mother. He told us last week, I guess now that this new wife is expecting he couldn’t hide it anymore. I feel sick and horrified. He was always a shitty father and I never expected much of him but even then, this is just….I mean this girls younger than all 5 of his kids. I always joked that it would happen eventually with how common this is in my culture (unfortunately) but now it’s actually happened and I can’t believe it.

He couldn’t even do a decent job raising his first 5 and now there’s 2 more babies and a young and vulnerable girl that have to deal with him and his bullshit.

I’m tempted to warn her that he‘s an abusive piece of shit while she’s still young enough to leave but I don’t know how to reach her (she’s in another country) and everyone on her side and my dads side of the family support this engagement.

I‘m planning to talk to my friends about this when we meet up in 2 weeks but for now I just needed to get this off my chest.

edit: just to clarify, he left the country we live in for a few months and married her in our native country. It’s not legal where I live but it’s legal and considered a cultural norm in my native country. “going home on a business trip and marrying a second wife” is the immigrant equivalent of “gone to get milk” in my community.

I (31F) went on 2 dates over about 2 months with a guy (31M), and I can’t stop thinking about something that bothered me.

He’s an engineer, and his biggest passion is Japan. I wish I’d known this before I met him because nothing on his Hinge profile mentioned he’s absolutely obsessed. We live on the East Coast, and he gets 30 PTO days a year and uses all of them to go there. He travels to Japan 3-10 times a year (he visited for a week during July 4th weekend, and he’s going back next month for Labor Day weekend), sometimes for a month, sometimes just for a long weekend.

He’s learning Japanese (he video chats with a Japanese lady who tutors him once a week), follows J-pop idols and flies to Japan for their concerts, and lights up anytime Japan comes up in conversation. He wants to talk about nothing but Japan when with me.

I’m Chinese American. I grew up in the U.S., but my family lives in mainland China, so I go back every year and have strong ties to my culture.
The thing is, my family’s history makes my feelings about Japan more complicated. My great-grandmother had extended family in Nanjing during the massacre, so I don’t have the same romanticized view of Japan that he seems to have.

What bothered me wasn’t that he loves Japan. It was that he showed almost no interest in my culture. He never asked about growing up Chinese American, my family, or my trips back to China. The only thing he really asked was what it’s like living in the U.S. given the tension between China and the U.S., which felt more like a geopolitical question than genuine interest in me. I also find it a bit tone deaf that he’s happy to talk up Japan so much to me when Japan’s biggest adversary is China.

Japan and China are completely different countries, and I’m not saying someone who loves Japan has to care about China.
I just couldn’t shake the feeling that his type is probably a Japanese woman, not me even though I’m East Asian. It felt like he’d invested so much time and energy into one culture while having almost no curiosity about mine, even though it’s a huge part of who I am.

He’s asked me to do a “home date” for date 3 and I’m already wary because for someone who’s really into Asian culture, he’s still imposing Western values while dating.

I was walking out of my building a couple of weeks ago and watched an injured cat screaming as he was very obviously in a lot pain. His neck had a huge open wound that was still fresh & bleeding. I figured he must’ve been hit by a car for something to leave a wound so deep. Genuinely gasped at the sight of his severed neck. I knew I’d be late taking him to a vet. But after 30 seconds of thinking, I said fuck it. This guy didn’t have time. He could get infected easily with such an open wound. I went to the store nearby and grabbed a fancy (& expensive) cage. He was calm when I approached him and cooperated very nicely. I took a taxi to the nearest vet and he was treated overnight. Unfortunately, because I couldn’t keep a cat home, he had to be neutered and put in a shelter. We found a shelter for him later. Thankfully they accepted him and as a thank you gift I donated to them. The screams in his voice when I first saw him were genuinely heartbreaking. Still, watching him on the floor helplessly pawing at people and screaming for help breaks my heart. I’m rarely ever emotional but these things affect me. I have a picture of him that I took when he was injured. Just undeleted it to remind myself that no job could make me lose my principles. At that time, I sent a text to my colleague informing him I’d be late. But really I wish I didn’t even bother.

Fast forward to yesterday. My boss called me in to his office to tell me he felt disrespected that I was 20 minutes late on a meeting with him and therefore I’m fired. It made me laugh to be honest. I told him to his face I had no regrets showing up late which clearly angered him more. In hindsight, i genuinely wish i was even more offensive to his stupid fucking face. Pete, if you’re reading this, fuck you and fuck your ego. Literally can’t overstate how worthless this job feels to me compared to the cat’s wellbeing.

I’ve started volunteering for an orphan shelter to fill in the time. I spent the past week extremely sick & have heavy treatment of my own to go through. A good time to remind myself that no pursuit has outweighed my strife to be a good human. And I’m glad I don’t regret losing that job.

My best friend Sarah and I were inseparable since 11.Everyone assumed we were a couple, but we were genuinely jus best friends. Her parents were extremely strict, but because they trusted me, we were allowed to hang out alone.

When we were 18, I took a break from our friendship because I needed some space for personal reasons. We didn't talk for months. During that time, Sarah got really sick and spent few days in the hospital.she told her friends not to tell me, but one of them accidentally brought it up. So I bought her favourite stuff and went straight to her house.

When she opened the door, she pulled me straight to her room. We were yapping like before. But then she told me that everytime someone visited her in the hospital, she hoped it was me. She started hitting me with a pillow while crying. I pulled her into a hug and gave her a quick kiss on cheek.

Something happened. One thing led to another and we started kissing and touching. Then her mom knocked on the door and invited to lunch. We stopped immediately. Lunch was awkward and I left right after.

We never talked about it. Over the next few weeks at group hangouts, vibe was totally off. She became distant and eventually started ignoring me. I tried to fix things, but she kept pushing me away, so I gave up and we went silent.

Months later on my birthday, she texted me and she confessed that around that time, another friend had tried to force a kiss on her after she rejected him, which freaked her out and made her pull away for all guys.

When I brought up what happened in her room, she said " it was you. I don't care"

Yet she insisted she had no feelings for me. Even though we both knew that wasn't true. She then asked, can you at least just be my friend?

Looking at everything that had changed, I told her no, wish her well and cut all ties.

It's been few years , but every single year on my birthday, she still texts me a birthday wish from one of her friends' phones.

I humped my bed to aggressively almost everyday which led to the injury and the problem is I cant tell my parents I masterbated and they might suspend that I did by telling them my penis is broken but on the other hand its starting to hurt really bad to the point it cant be ignored ( sorry for my bad grammar)

PEOPLE HAVE NO RESPECT FOR ANYONE'S TIME

THIS WOMAN HAS BEEN ON THE PHONE WITH ME FOR AN HOUR AND A HALF

SHE COLD CALLED ME

I CAN'T HANG UP BECAUSE SHE'S ONE OF MY BOSSES

SHE JUST KEEPS CHATTING CHATTING CHATTING

I'M OFFICIALLY BEHIND ON MY DAY WHYYYYYYYYYYYYY

SHUT UPPPPPPPPPP

I HAATE YOU HOLY FUCK

edit: just got off with her. Wth is going on with C-suite execs were they just have a free two hours in their day to call and bother an employee. I've got a long list of tasks that I now have to stay late for. So rude and inconsiderate, like lady I work in part for YOU and you are LITERALLY WASTING TIME AND MONEY by forcing me to listen to you, like did you even notice that I was giving one-word "ah huh" responses for the last 30 minutes, or were you just enjoying the sound of your voice, goddamn

Hi everyone, I’m 21F and I’m typing this at 8:45 AM because I haven't slept a wink and I can't stop crying. I just really need to let this all out.

About two months ago, my ex-boyfriend (26M) and I started having major disagreements because he wanted to get married and I didn't want to live with his parents afterward. We decided it was best to split, but we loved each other so much that we couldn't fully break it off. But I could tell he was getting bitter toward me.

I’m naturally a pretty playful, non-serious girl who just likes to have fun, and I think he initially liked that about me compared to his ex. But soon after our argument, I caught him talking to his ex again. When I confronted him, he wasn't even sorry—he claimed I had done the same thing to him in the past (which wasn't true, I just had male friends, but I cut everyone off for him anyway). I couldn't take it, so I officially ended things in early June.

Then on June 18th, I found out I was pregnant. By that point, he was already officially back together with his ex.

What followed was a total nightmare. After endless blood tests (pricked almost a 50 times) and ultrasounds (6?) , it turned out to be an ectopic pregnancy, which my doctor said was life-threatening. I tried the medical treatment first and spent 4 days in the hospital dealing with awful side effects—pain, bleeding, ulcers, extreme fatigue, and severe gas pain. When that failed, I had to be rushed into surgery (another 3d at hospital. They had to remove my fallopian tube, and the doctor told me my remaining tube doesn't look great either, meaning this could happen to me again in the future.

My ex actually stayed by my side through the whole medical emergency and helped out financially, which I was grateful for, even though he was insensitive at times. But because everything happened so fast, I never even got the chance to process or grieve losing my baby. I just bottled everything up.

Fast forward to a few days ago. Going through all that trauma together brought us close again, even though we tried to keep boundaries because of his new girlfriend. But I’d be lying if I said I didn't still love him deeply. I couldn't move on like he did. So in a moment of total vulnerability, I asked him what we were, told him I loved him, and begged for him back. He said no.
So, I decided I had no choice but to try and heal.

Six days after my surgery, after being trapped in my house and completely consumed by grief, I just wanted to feel normal for two hours. I decided to go watch a movie with a male friend just to get out of the house. When my ex found out, he completely lost it. He started blowing up my phone, angry that I didn't just go straight home, saying I was disrespecting him and choosing another guy over him. when all I was doing was trying to save my own sanity.

He kept me up all night arguing, screaming that I ruined his "happy, peaceful life" with his girlfriend, and that my pregnancy ruined everything for him. Then he turned around and accused me of lying, saying it probably wasn't even his baby (which hurt so badly, because I have literally never been with anyone else). He called me horrible names.
Hearing those words come out of the mouth of the person I loved so deeply, the father of the baby I just lost, absolutely destroyed me.

Now, even though we aren't together and he is actively dating his ex, he told me that if I want any peace, I have to follow his rules:

1. I can never go to a movie theater again.
2. I cannot go anywhere with any man.
3. I am not allowed to go to the gym.
4. I cannot go to any university or outside events.

I feel so much shame, guilt, and confusion. A rational part of me knows I need to grab whatever tiny scrap of self-respect I have left and run away from him forever. But another part of me feels so broken and traumatized that I find myself wanting to apologize and accept his crazy demands, just to stop the pain even though I know going to a movie wasn't wrong.
I lost my baby, a part of my physical body, and my self-worth all in eight weeks. I feel so utterly humiliated and defeated, and I don't know how to move forward from here.

Me (27M) and my best friend (27M) have been friends since we were 12 years old. I was the best man at his wedding, I've been listening to him vent for years, and now we are done entirely because of his wife.

6 years ago he got on tinder after his first girlfriend broke up because she was transferring schools out of state. He met a girl who was 27 when he was 21, and the started having sex by the second date. She was pregnant less than a month later. Suddenly she was very religious and pressured him into marriage. Red flags started popping up constantly. This was her 4th engagement, she had the wedding planned out, she constantly spoke poorly of his friends and pressured him to take out loans for the wedding. He didn't have time for us anymore. Despite being homeless and in school and working full time I did all the wedding stuff despite knowing things weren't going great. All I heard was criticism about what I wasn't doing.

Afterwards we didn't see each other much. Only a few times per year. We texted often and still do. Every time we try to meey she made plans, so we had to change. Then she'd be sick or the kid would only for them to be fine once the plans were canceled. She made it clear she didn't like him having friends. Despite this we meet around 3 times a year, only 3 or so hours or she threatens him. Things aren't great at all. He's in massive debt, the house is filled with junk, and he's stuck doing everything on top of 60 hour work weeks at a chemical plant.

Last time we met a few months ago it took two reschedules. The whole crew together for some board games and a movie. She threatened to divorce him if he came, despite not seeing us for 6 months and one of our friends was about to go abroad for a year. He said he doesn't take it seriously because "she breaks every promise" but obviously something changed. I asked about a meet up in a month, he couldn't. Two months. Nope. Four. Nothing. She has completely forbid him from seeing his friends and he just doesn't have the will to push back.

I feel very numb. My friend group has whittled down to two now, and my oldest friend has lost the will to fight to see me. She won, he's miserable and all he can do is apologize to me when I don't think I wanna speak to him anymore

So I just got my very first (well not really first) permanent new job at Whole Foods!!

I HAVE worked for Amazon before as a blue badge and now a white badge but I obviously can’t work for both so I have to quit Amazon now to work at Whole Foods.

This is my first FOREVER PERMANENT JOB!! I AM SO FREAKING EXITED!!!

I’ll be staying here at Whole Foods for as long as I can. I work as a Flex Shopper hoping to add more hours in the future because I would rather work while I’m still young and then when I’m older I could always reapply to SSI if I lose it in the future. Which I probably will anyways if I move out of here on my own without telling anyone.

So I plan to leave here in September 2027! I just want to get out of here ASAP.

I (25F) just spent a weekend with my long time friends by the sea and it was mentally exhausting. The only thing they talk about is how fat they look (they have very little body fat and are skinnier than me) and what they eat. They refuse to take pictures when they don’t feel “Instagram worthy” and whenever we eat they go on about how guilty they feel. I’m not judging at all as I myself understand what it’s like to have issues with body image, but this is making me not want to hang out with them for more than a evening because it’s literally what they talk about all the time and it has a bad effect on my mental health as well. I wish I could help them but it’s impossible to change their minds when they have all this self hate inside.

I started dating Marlee (both in our 30s) about 2 years ago. We met through a Facebook group when we realized we were only two cities apart of a particular fandom and hit it off quite quickly.

Marlee was an amazing person, but two things that she was always inscure about was her disabilities, she was limited in what she could do and afford. As well as her past, she had a rough upbringing and has done things in the past that other men she's dated have judged her for. Neither of those meant anything to me, I fell for her quickly.

The 1.5 years we were together were great. The more I knew her the more I loved her. I was able to take her to resturaunts and places she's always wanted to go to but never could. She got along well with my family. We even talked about marriage. Then one day it came crashing down.

We had an argument, it was over something very specific, I'd prefer not to say what it was because it could identify either of us if somebody we knew read this. It was something I know we could have worked through but her insecurities got the better of her. She broke up with me and blocked me on everything. I was heartbroken.

I was left empty and confused for the longest time. I kept replaying the argument in my head, wondering if I could have done anything different. But everybody I've told about it believed that it was her insecurities that got the better of her, not anything I did.

I've always wondered how she's doing but never tried to reach out. Given everything she's been through I assumed the worst. One thing she did for extra cash was Cameo. I don't want to say what she does specifically because it's quite niche and could identify either of us. Her birthday just passed, I made an account with a fake email, gave a generic story and got a Cameo. She looked happy and I was glad to see that. I gave her a nice tip and a 5 star review.

I have a lot of mixed feelings about doing it, both good and bad. I wonder if I should have never done it, but it did help me process the breakup. I haven't been able to tell anybody I know this, but I wanted it to live somewhere other than my mind.

Prompted by discourse going on around Threads saying that people that get hurt by avoidants and ghosters are not only at fault (for being “too attached”), but also 100% responsible for their healing. The underlying “no one owes you anything” culture is so shitty to me. People who are ok with being awful and harming others are just baffling to me. They refuse to take any responsibility in the process and shrug at being the key to someone’s unraveling. I just don’t get it.

i've been wanting to say this for a while but I never did as we were still in a relationship and I hoped things would change, but they never did. I kept telling you all the problems you had, what I disliked and how hurt some of the qualities present in your demeanour, attitude and persoanlity had made me, yet you never chagned. for the second and third year of our relationship you kept insisting this would change, how your hostility and aggressiveness, and your incentive to intensify arguments rather than moderate / resolve them would all be monitored heavily and you would watch what you say. it never changed. for the final year of our relationship, knowing how you fucked up your relationship w my parents with your attitude, broke up almost many times starting from how you treated me at a friends picnic due to a small issue of bringing 'chocolates' to a picnic, something five others did and no one cared of, all the way to the sarcasm and ridicule you pertrude to me; this was vile and disgusting, and no one deserves to be treated like this. anytime i ask you to stop swearing, not ridicule or demean me when we have a disagreement, or if i make a mistake to let me know kindly and i would do my absolute best to fix it, you'd do the complete opposite, insult me, ridicule me with sarcasm and beat me when id be down, act as if im an idiot; you're a horrible person.

you're genuinely manipulative and a narcissist; this isn't just said by me, you can figure out how many people have said this about you, whether it be to your face or behidn your back, and the funny part? i tried defending you. i tried defending how you're just assertive about your positions and dont mean to treat people like shit, how you didnt try capitalise of others' gaps of knowledge to ascertain your position and consequently treat them like idiots and imbeciles, except its all true. from the very start whenever there was any material or subject that you were ahead of someone, and you found some reason to dislike them, you would constantly antagonise them, treat them like shit and harm them in so many ways that they end up disliking you over the course of our friend group, and then you provide the nerve to ask "why do they dislike me" after the barrage of insults, shittalk behind their back, and slander you provided not only to me, but to everyone else. you fucked my life up. you made me drop many friends, friends that ive been close with for years and some even decades all because you didn't like them because they disagreed with you on many central issues. i think when everyone had enough of you and doesn't wanna associate with you anymore, and this is a recurring theme across many many groups, i dont think they're the issue. i think you are.

ive lost countless friends, friends that were so close to me and were straight up my twins, simply because of your obtuse and disgusting behaviour you portray to people that i was forced to drop them, and even after reaching out due to 'your' permission, i was never that close with them again. they always held a barrier against me and i could never get close to them. any new friends i made i had to go through a vetting process where one singular issue that didnt allign with you would consider them 'r-slur', useless and obnoxious for me. you've cut off half my relations because of your egotistic intolerance on anyone who YOU didnt click with, insulting them and self-sabotaging your relationship w them, proceeding to ask why they dislike you,a nd then making ME cut them off from myself.

lets talk about what you did to me. there were times where for the past few years you've ridiculed me, hit me down when i was low, ruined my fucking career pathways and life choices because of your selfish choices. i remember when i crashed my car in an eighty zone and somehow crawled out alive, all my friends were comforting me and checking if i was okay. i didn't go to the hospital and one friend forced a 000 call onto me because they were genuinely worried that i had suffered some internal injuries even though i didnt show any signs. your response?

"are you okay, thats good"

"hey i love this league skin!"

"why are you talking to X, didnt i tell you how we have drama"

all just a few hours after my crash, when i wasnt thinking straight and i wanted just support and love from anyone after my life flashed before my eyes. how about the time you've insulted me, degraded me, asked if i have issues, asked if im okay in the head anytime we have any minor disagreements, talked about how im fully in the wrong while your fully correct after i asked for you to listen to what i was saying and not focus on your fucking video game so much. how about the first time after three years, trying so hard to get my family to warm up to you they finally invite you to one of our major house events, where you decided to trample on everyone, roll your eyes and act so fucking privilleged and rude towards the guests and individuals providing you hospitality and treating you with kindness and respect, then insulting and degrading me further because i didnt tell u specifics properly and forgot to tell u a few things. do you know how fucking embarassing it was to have half the event attendees ask if im okay, and point out that i was on the verge of breaking down because of how much you insulted and ridiculed me, put me down that day.

you're horrible. you're a narcissist and you're genuinely fucking evil. i hope to god you realise this and get the help you need, because theres a reason why everyone ends up leaving you in the end no matter how hard i try deny it, and it is precisely because of that i pray you fix this shit due to the ultimatum that you wille nd up alone in the end.

You have no idea how much suffering comes with being born an introvert in Latin America.

You can’t even imagine the level of existential despair when you’re surrounded 24/7 by hyper-social, hyper-sexual, extroverted fiesta-loving people blasting Bad Bunny, dembow, and salsa all day and shaking their asses like it’s the end of the world at any hour of the day.

You’ll never understand what it’s like to be completely shut out of the dating market and deemed unworthy of any female attention simply because you don’t dance or drink or if you like being at home or have niche hobbies.

I’m a foreigner in my own country. At leat latinos un the United States lives in a an more ideologically diverse and lifetyle-diverse society.

People say to me, without a hint of irony: “Haha, bro, what do you mean you don’t like alcohol and perreo, and you have interests other than soccer and sex? Are you actually Latino?”

i hate this, why is this so slow, i want him gone, i want things to be fair, i want a hug....i want someone to hold me and tell me things will be gentle now and nobody will hurt me ever again...and that they will protect me...and that they will never leave me...i wish i wasn't lonely, i wish he was gone, i want him gone...i want him gone NOW.... I WANT HIM GONE RIGHT NOW!!! RIGHT FUCKING NOWWWW.....IT HURTS SO MUCH.....

So back when I was 16 I had my first job working at mcdonalds but when I noticed that one of our customers was pregnant then id throw in a few extra nuggies or chips for her. I know mcdonalds aint the healthiest thing that you can eat but then I know pregnant women have the munchies

So yeah, a lot of shit is expensive nowadays right? Hobbies are slowly escalating out of reach with things like PC parts and game consoles skyrocketing year after year. Then I take a peek at some subreddits and threads where people are posting AI generated reaction image after AI generated reaction image. Like dude. You morons are the reason why shit's so expensive nowadays. Wish they could AI generate themselves some braincells but I swear people like this prove that NPCs really do exist and live with us.

This is like my first ever post asking for advice so please don’t be to mean. Okay so I F(20) and my boyfriend M (21) have been dating for 9 months. So basically has of recently i’ve had the suspicion of him cheating on me I decided to go through his phone. In his phone I saw all signs pointing to him cheating like photos, deleted messages,etc. When i confronted him about the cheating i assumed it was with a woman which he adamantly denied ,after of denying for days he admitted to me he sent the photos to a gay friend of his. We talked some (more like begging him to tell me the truth) he said that he sent them out of curiosity and that him and this “friend” barely text. When i asked how they met he told me on tinder , when the “friend” set his gender on the app to female and had matched. But my dilemma is that we also met on tinder. So my thought process is had he been cheating on me this whole time with a man or do i believe him in that they barely talk and it was a one time thing?- Please don’t be mean only reason i’m questioning this is because other than this whole scenario he’s a really great boyfriend super giving, caring, and attentive. I wouldn’t have a problem if he was a bi man considering i’m bi myself i just don’t know how to tell if he’s telling the truth or if I’m my boyfriends dl coverup?