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I put on my jeans this morning and they're too tight too even attempt to squeeze into. I fit into them just fine a week ago. You're asleep, drooling on my pillow when this happens. Disheartened a little, I try on a different pair and go to work. Work-study, actually, so I do all the mindless little tasks that stuck-up asshole professors think they are too good to do. Like re-alphabetizing their libraries for them. Then I come home again to prepare to study for three massive finals. Between work, maintaining a 3.97 GPA, my crazy fucking mother, your insecurities, your complete inability to do anything simple by yourself, constantly cleaning up after you in the apartment, and trying to stay sane as there are 10 days until the 2 year anniversary of my dad's death, yes, I have a hard time making healthy gourmet meals for the both of us. But once I realized that I had started stress-eating a lot, I changed my eating habits. According to the BMI, I'm about 15 pounds overweight. It's the heaviest I've ever been. I'm disgusted by myself and you know this.

Chuck Harris is an absolutely fucking prick and a blackmailer.

I'm a 23 year old gay guy who just broke it up my boyfriend of 5 years. So congratulations internet you get the soap opera worthy story:

(Names have obviously been changed)
I met Mark when I was just starting college at a LAN party, we hit it off right off the bat. This whole thing starts with a catch of course..

Mark is the Ex boyfriend of my first boyfriend, which I didn't know at the time and never seemed to matter. Well, he had before me had a Polygamous relationship with 3 people: Mark, James, and Greg.

Back to Mark and I, we quickly started hanging out more often and in a few weeks were dating. Weeks turned into months, and then into years. I was sure Mark was the one for me, we got a long great. We played video games together, and enjoyed the same TV shows. I felt like I won the lottery at age 18 in finding a lifetime partner.

Until life slaps me in the face with hard and unexpected changes very recently. Mark still had a flair for the Polygamous life style, and while I wasn't too keen on it I was confident in our relationship together.

He invited a girl, Penny, over. She was sweet, I had little issue with her. So I put up with Mark being with Penny and didn't mind it all too much really.

The irony is that Mark somehow really must have minded himself, he started to have panic attacks and some horrible break downs.

Just about 9 days ago he had the biggest mental meltdown he's ever had, and the following week he started to lose his grip on reality. He would stare at me for long periods of time and write on paper without speaking, or ask me questions that would catch me by surprise.

It progressed like that on and on, he asked me if his sister's living room was littered with cameras, if his pet cat had been replaced with a robotic spy cat, he would sleep on the floor on the other side of the bed to just be those few feet farther from the window he feared.

All in all, it was having me terrified and oblivious as to what to do until I spotted a red flag I had been looking for: Late last Monday when I couldn't sleep Mark walked into the computer room looking petrified over something. Then he sneaked closer to me and whispered in my ear "Are they trying to kill me?" he was also glancing around the room nervously.

I don't know a whole ton about psychology, but I know he was losing his mind into delusional paranoia. The moment he thought his life was at risk he could at any time go into fight or flight and potentially become violent.

I left the next day after I finally getting to sleep. Before I left I spoke to his parents in detail about everything I had seen and really suggested taking him to a Doctor of some kind sooner then later.

This whole thing has me thrown for a loop, I thought I had everything I wanted in life and now fate has taken it from me. It's time to try again, at least I'm still young.

Anyway, I had been living with Mark up until then I quickly packed everything I had into my car and left. I had 2 choices try to call anyone for a place to stay or live with my parents.

Of course fate says the only person willing to take me in was one of the people in Mark's previous Polygamous relationship. (I really need more friends).

The first night I stayed at Greg's house I told him this story as well in a bit more detail, when I came up to the part about Penny he stopped me. He told me about how Mark has been cheating on the group with Penny from back when that group still existed. Who knows what else I didn't know about Penny that could have made Mark lose it like he did.

Anyway, all you internet people wish me luck in starting again and not to get one that goes nuts! I think my new roommate has the hots for me anyway, who knows how that will turn out lol.

i had a male friend that spent almost every waking moment with me (for the last 4 months).  He once told me he loved me like a wife and wanted my kids to call him dad!.  We dated...did everything together...so much infact, ppl. thought we were a couple even though we werent, went out to eat, shopping, his family's "get togethers", or mine. We started sleeping together and he gave me an S.T.D.  I spent atleast $1000.00 on him, not to mention all the other money i spent with him! He shit on me and threw our whole friendship away to sleeze around with a notorious slut! Instead of talking to me like friends do, he ran around slandering my name and treating me horibly!  I thought we were friends...I guess i was a temporary meal ticket until another meal ticket produced a meal!

His family is rooting for me, but this isnt the first time this dude shit on me for other whores.  I never gave'm any ultimatums...just respect me when u do fuck around!  I hate him now, and am not interested in his frienship, his family keeps tell'n me he'll be back!  Unfortunately...I'm pregnant to this bastard!

In light of the recent coming and passing of mothers day, i figured i'd reflect on my own mother. At first i wasn't too sure where to begin about her, but i suppose conception is the best place. You see i was an accident. The result of a few missed birth control pills and a rare drunken sexual outing between you, and that man you married out of pity. Once you knew i was on the way, preceeded by trips to vomit and that always honest blue stick that i'm sure you threw against the wall, creating a perfectly shaped piss stain in the "pristeen" paint of your Ohio appartment, you went into a depression. Slowly killing yourself inside for the life growing inside. (poetic right?) Because you didn't take care of yourself while pregnant, i wasn't properly cared for. You told me the "dent" in my chest was from childhood athsma...i never had it. It was from you neglecting the both of us (or punching yourself in the uterus which i'm sure if your mother knew what she was spawning, she would've done the same)

Once born I'm sure you kind of took care of me...and by taking care of me i mean shipping me off with your sister while you "worked" as a bar tender. Fast forward in life a bit and you'll come to my childhood years. You bought me plenty but had me lie about where it came from when dad asked about it. You bought yourself just as much, and had me lie about those things too. This will later fuck my head up in life about lying and the consequences of it. And instead of that hurtful cycle of buy n' lie, you could've easily saved for college so that i could be the first in the family to go. Your inability to save money brings me to another point...stealing the money...notably from myself and your husband.  Hundreds from me while i was working part-time through high school. Thousands from me while in the Army away from home and my, at the time, fiancee keeping me from having a decent amount of start up cash for my adult life.

Speaking of my wife...you trash her behind her back, and mine i'm sure. You tell me, to my face, that she's "too good for me" (don't most mothers say the opposite?)and that i need to leave her because she's keeping me from my real intentions...and believe me, going to Tennessee to marry my 3rd cousin and work as an auto mechanic is not my idea of a great life...in fact, if i believed in hell, that might just be it. Then once i tell you to stay out of my life because you can't do anything good, you send me guilt trip messages telling me how great you are because you pretend i'm dead.

Your a horrible person. My mother in law has been more of a mother to me than you. You live a sham of a life. Torture a decent man daily. Steal. Ruin your credit and that of those around you. Happy Mothers day.

Dear Hot Mess,

Where do I begin?

I suppose let's start with that hollowness that you feel inside that you mistake to be your vagina. Here's a hint: it's not, and no dick will fill it.

You begin with Guy1 at an obscenely young age, get abused by him apparently, skip off to be with Guy2 to only cheat on him with Guy1 and possibly Guy3. Then while you're with Guy3, you get engaged but then cheat on him with Guy4. Then after you finally dump Guy3 since you can't handle two guys at once (surprise surprise), you get engaged to Guy4. THEN you start to cheat on Guy4 with two people. First, there was me and that was a HUGE mistake and I thank god every day that it only happened once. I never planned doing that, I'm disgusted that it happened and disappointed it wasn't at least a good story (I, being female and all...). Second, there was Guy5 who turns around and goes back to his g/f which pisses you off (and I never heard the end of that). THEN... oh wait... there was THREE guys. Thirdly, there was Guy6 (who you ended up dating briefly after letting Guy4 go), who was a good friend of mine and a sweetheart, and thankfully, he had his head on straight and broke it off with you before you could fuck him over. THEN there was... how many guys? Let's guesstimate that it was probably... 4? Then you found Guy? and suddenly you're engaged again, but then you send me constant texts, phone calls and visits where you're a. not sure if you want to spend the rest of your life with him, b. my god you never have sex, c. he wants to hang out with his friend more than you, d. blah blah blah you love him but you're unhappy... yadda yadda yadda.

My... god.

Can you NOT just be freaking single?! You're a fucking train wreck that never ends!

Did daddy never love you?

Or wait... is it something a little more dramatic? After all, I did end up going out with Guy2 (I know, fuckin' drama worthy of a soap opera right? Yeah...) after you decided he wasn't good enough for you and as soon as I did, you did a 180 and tried to get him to go back out with you. Which, he didn't... and you tried your hardest to start shit with me, then backed the fuck up when I put you in your place. THEN you proceeded to lurk around like a stalker for a year or so. Then Guy2 married ME and you decided to start a shaky truce (this is around Guy3/Guy4) with me that did eventually grow into what I thought was a friendship (which turned out being pretty one-sided).

You are a master manipulator. I'll give you that.

 But I wonder how long you can keep it up until that wasted feeling inside of you bursts, and you're nothing but some hollow skank where numerous men can throw their cum?

I'm sorry I tried to be a good friend to you, and that I forgave you for your stupid bullshit. I guess it was my fault for believing people grow up and do right by other people. Obviously, I was wrong to do that, but you can be sure I won't make the same mistake twice.

I wish you luck in all your future endeavors. I hear you've even reverted back to high school even more by befriending people who happen to dislike me and my husband now that you and I are not friends. Well, good luck with that! Just this time... I don't recommend you or your friends create a blog that's titled "Ilove'mynamehere'" to talk trash on me. That was... kind of psycho.

Funny...
but psycho.

Good luck Hot Mess. Good luck.