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I’ve had my Chihuahua for 9 years, and we have always been really close. Closer than anything in the world. Were I would go she would follow me. If someone got near me in a aggresive way she would defend me. She loved me so much. But she has been behaving weird this past week. Let me explain. Everyday my bro and I always hang out at my mom’s room its bright and I feel good there I guess it has a “family” feel to it. So there was a time in which I would go to my mom’s room and leave my dog in my room. I dint realize it was bad for her until weeks later. Like literally she would be locked up in there all day I would feed her there and she would only go out to pee/poo. So now I take her with me everywere I take her out to walk and she is always with me in mom’s room. Recently she came up with a tooth abscess and while I come up with the money to take her to get it removed she has been more attched to me. I understand that she is in pain and scared so she doesn’t wanna be alone. But now she doesn’t want to go to my room. That’s were she sleeps in my room with me. It has been like that since forever, since she was born. She doesn’t want to leave with me to my room. At all. My mom says its because she is scared of me and my room but I think she doesn’t want to go there because she thinks ima leave her locked in there again. What do you think? Is she scared of something in the room? Or me? Or of being locked up all over again.?

Okay, well this is going to be a really long post, but I just have to throw it out there. Hopefully someone will be able to help. For starters, I’m an eighteen year old male freshman in college. When I was a little kid, my family lived in a small apartment, and every night, I would have terrible dreams about the devil. There was a shadow of a tree outside and I thought it was the devil coming to get me. When we moved into another larger apartment, I began school. It was at this time that I began to have violent, and random, gagging. I would always get extremely nervous about going to school, and I would go to the nurse frequently. I would gag, but nothing would come out. Sometimes, I would have this recurring dream about being in a forest and collecting twigs. I would put these twigs into a machine that counted them. No matter how many I put in, it would never go past 99. At this point, I would wake up to find myself gagging in the bathroom and my mom next to me. It would happen like at least once a week. When I was in elementary school, there was this girl I had a crush on. I would actually have sexual dreams about her. I was in a dark room with a beautifully red, king-sized bed. She was dressed in red lingerie. I would them dream about shrinking into a small size and jumping into her mouth. Keep in mind that I had absolutely no knowledge of sex or how it even worked. I’m ashamed to say that I figured out how to masturbate at a very young age. Before puberty, even. I would constantly rub my you-know-what against things to feel a great sensation. Anyways, fast-forward to now. Now, I’m an extremely socially awkward person. I don’t know how to talk to people, and I always come on as shy or mean. However, with my mom and dad, I’m my normal energetic self. They are the only people that I can be myself with. Not even my older brother and sister know the real me. I seem to have developed this overwhelming connection to my mother. Every time I’m sick or sad, and I see her or hear her voice, I immediately forget everything and am happy again. I absolutely hate having conversations with people, but for some reason, I can have long conversations with my mother. When I finally went to college, the hug that was the hardest to give was to my mother. It took a while, but I’ve gotten used to the college atmosphere. I have absolutely no friends. In fact, I’ve never had an actual friend before. When I was a kid, I lost a friend because he wasn’t sharing his game. I guess that’s my fault. Throughout elementary and junior high, I had no friends. In high school, I joined band and met new people, but never joined a group or niche. I was friend-zoned by a girl my junior year. She called me her best friend and confided in me. However, she would never want to hang out in public, and only hung out with me when no one was around. She would always ignore me when she talked to other people. Once, when she was talking to another person, I tapped her shoulder, and she didn’t even turn around. She just kept talking to the other person. After that, I never made another friend. I talk to myself A LOT and pretend that someone is having a conversation with me. I’ve never had a girlfriend, and I’ve been consumed by strong sexual impulses. I used to masturbate three to four times a day, and now, I never feel orgasms. This worries me deeply. I’ve gotten to the point that I’ve created an imaginary girlfriend. I don’t think about this imaginary girlfriend sexually, though. I didn’t really create her in my head. I saw this really pretty girl one day, and I decided make a fantasy world where me and her are dating. There was one girl in high school, and my entire life, that actually sent me a note telling me she liked me. I never responded and avoided her for the final months of my senior year. I just didn’t like her. Personality wise and physically. She wasn’t ugly. She just kind of looked really premature. It felt really weird being on the other end of the dating game, or whatever you’d call it. Anyways, as for my sensitive gagging, I’ve gotten a lot more resistant. I only gag in extreme situations now, and those weird dreams stopped when I got to the sixth grade. Now I want to talk about my faith. I was raised as a catholic. However, I’ve been having serious doubts about my belief in God. After reading stuff like Nietzsche, Dostoevsky, etc., I’ve started to question my faith. I came to the conclusion that I only believed in God out of fear. The fear of Hell drives me to believing in God. I WANT to believe in God. I WANT to believe that there is some sort creator, but there’s just so much evidence out there that suggests otherwise. I know that God is beyond human logic, but by saying that, you are USING human logic, so just contradicts itself. I used to pray every night, and now I just don’t anymore. Anyways, I hope someone can answer this.

Ok, so this is going to be a long story so if you don’t like to read just move along and let someone else answer. Here’s the situation. My girlfriend and I have been living together for about 2 years. When we first got together, she was unemployed and doing college courses online. Meanwhile I’m working at a job I really don’t like but it pays the bills and I know I can always find something better later. Along with the her and I thing, her son (who is 29) was going to college for criminal justice with the dream of becoming a cop. He decides after graduating that he is no longer interested in law enforcement and decides to try to start a fudge company. I know what your thinking and yes that is a weird transition. Anyway, around the time my gf was close to finishing her college courses and getting her bachelors in business something or other, she decides to partner with her son and formed a corporation in the name of the fudge company, with the whole thing being funded from withdrawals from her 401k at extremely high penalties. A couple of months after forming the corporation and way before they had sales or revenue, they both approached me and asked me to come to work for them. I stalled as long as I could and in February I put my notice in with my employer and stared working for them at a substantial pay decrease. I believed in them and their dream enough to take that hit thinking that as things took off I could eventually recover some of the income loss. So, within a week or so of going to work for them, I realized they were not as organized and on top of things as it appeared from the outside. They argued constantly to the point where I was really rethinking my decision to work for them. I had been in contact with my former co-workers and found out that the one of the guys had crashed the truck I had been driving thus eliminating my escape back to that job. I continued to work for my gf and her son, doing whatever I could to improve things and increase sales. In the background I was working on my resume and watching for job openings because I was almost certain this venture was going to blow up in our faces. My gf knew the password to my pc because we really didn’t keep secrets from each other. She found out I was looking. I explained that I was nervous and sales were too low to keep us all going and felt I needed to explore other options. She agreed and asked if I would still help out when I had time. Of course I would. A couple of days after this conversation, she came into my office and with tears in her eyes, told me that with the low sales, she could no longer afford to keep me employed. I figured as much so I just continued my job search. Then the day after I was let go, she went on a major buying spree. She was spending a couple thousand here and a thousand there and on and on buying items that were not really needed until they actually had sales coming in. It was like she was rubbing my face in it. My house was full of stuff for her company. It almost looked like the hoarder stories you see on TLC. No room to walk and it was embarrassing to have company stop by and see stuff piled everywhere. I was annoyed and made no secret about that but then, I found out that the reason she let me go was not because her 401k dried up and there was no more money but because she was angry because I was looking for a different job. I slipped into a depressive state for a couple weeks because of the week job market. We became distant and cold towards each other. After a month with no income, my old boss had a new opening and agreed to take me back. Everything finally came to a head last weekend and I broke up with her and asked her to find a different place to live. No rush but I could not continue to be in a relationship with these hurt feelings and everything else. So, on to my question/s. How messed up is this situation? How wrong am I for feeling hurt and betrayed and breaking up with her?

well my ex boyfriend are talking about being together again but he does not like my best friend(which is a guy) at all and he told me if im going to be talking him not to talk to my best friend..so i told him okay well then don’t talk to girls at all and he got mad and he said do i want to be affiliated with him that badly…and i told him if he does not want me to do something he shouldn’t either and all he put is wow ok…am i being dumb about this? or who’s wrong?