Sugar addiction is like the hot bad lover that you know is bad for you but you keep going back (VIDEO)


Sugar to me is like the hot bad ex that you know is bad for you but you keep going back for more because it’s delicious. I could eat 3 candy bars in 30 minutes and still want more. But enough is enough! I’m not falling into the sugary trap again. I’ve done a lot of research about the negative effects sugar has on you so I want to break up with this habit for good. I’m an all or nothing gal and is that toxic? Debatable. But I’m putting this out in the universe and am doing this! Goodbye processed sugar and addiction, you won’t be missed.

I’m on day 2 and all I wanted today was a Reece’s but I stood my ground and ate an apple with peanut butter instead.

Annoying in-laws are too involved in your relationship and it’s driving you crazy


My husband (27M) is the youngest of 3 kids (50sF and 32M) from his dad (70M) and is the only son of his somewhat-narc mom (70F). As a result, he is the golden child of both of his parents while the other two children are ignored. This actually doesn’t impact us much because of the other sibling’s life in different states, as do we. They haven’t all been together in years and I actually have never met my husband’s sister in 5 years of being together.

Anyway, we are getting ready to visit his parents for the holidays and I need help setting boundaries. He is treated like an only child and therefore when we visit their world centers around us. As the youngest of 5 siblings, I’m used to having a fair amount of alone and decompression time when I visit my family; I need that time to relax, stay happy, and get my own stuff done.

However, with his family, everything revolves around my husband and I. We wake up around 8am but his parents wake at 5. They wait for breakfast and as they are disordered eaters on very strict schedules who eat minimal food, they are starving and antsy by the time we wake up. The minute they hear us stirring they start asking through the door if we are ready for breakfast yet, and it feels so rushed.

I don’t have time to wake up and I have to be friendly and nice and immediately eat. I’m not much of a breakfast eater so this drives me little nuts. Then, they try to come with us for every minute of our day and his parents are constantly arguing with each other which gets to be so overwhelming. They also get wildly stressed out at the tiniest things (e.g. a missed turn) and it just gives me so much anxiety.

For meals, we have to plan out exactly where we are going to eat and exactly what time, every single day for every single meal. Sometimes I just want to do things with my husband and grab a bite if I get hungry without having to focus it around them. I hate the expectation that our schedules revolve around each other completely— I find it stifling and overwhelming, and it makes me dread going there.

I do love them and I think it’s important for my husband to maintain a good relationship with his parents even though their behavior towards the rest of the family is very toxic. I just don’t see how we can ever spend more than 2-3 days with them at once if everything is focused on us being together constantly.

When we’ve tried to talk to them about it, it seems like things go in one ear and out the other. For example, to stop with the demanding breakfast routine (and try to get them to stop waiting 3+ hours for us to eat when they’re extremely hungry) we tried telling them we don’t typically eat breakfast so they can go ahead and eat without us. They still waited for us and asked for four straight days if we wanted breakfast anyway, and kept persisting. And kept making comments about us not eating breakfast throughout the day.

So we begrudging sat down and continued the same routine—nothing was accomplished. Every time we’ve asked for some time to do our own thing or to spend the day running errands together, etc. it’s led to them needing to know exactly when we would be done so that we could immediately go back to being the center of attention after. I feel horribly ungrateful saying this because it’s an obviously better treatment than the siblings who get no love or attention from them, but it’s just overwhelming and I feel so suffocated!

The ex I can’t let go of just got married: My hear breaking story

I dated this guy from when I was 19-21, on and off for 2-3 years. He was the first person in my life that ever spoke to me straight from his heart. He wasn’t afraid to be vulnerable, and drastically changed my perspectives about how to communicate when it comes to feelings.

We broke up. He moved abroad to study. We’d reached a point where he would call me up multiple times a day because he wanted to stay connected even tho he was abroad.

He made many attempts to reach out to me over the course of the next few years. I was seeing someone else so I quickly shot him down.

2 years ago. I was 28 then. He came to my city and we met. We had the most amazing evening together. We spoke like best friends, had drinks, and towards the end of the night we opened up the conversation about our relationship. He’d put a nail on that coffin and moved on a while ago, he said.

When I was leaving, we kissed. For like 10 seconds. That kiss ripped open a wound that I wasn’t aware existed in me. It felt like he’d reached in, touched my heart, and scrubbed off all the dust I’d gathered over the years. I felt something inside my heart. It was unlike anything I’d experienced for a long long time.

After that, he’s been overseas again. We’re both in different countries and even tho we talked a couple of times, we kept it brief and didn’t touch relationship-zone. I sent him an email letting him know how I felt. He didn’t respond, not sure if he ever saw it.

Now. I’m 30. He just got married. I saw his photo with his new wife on Facebook. I knew he was getting married a few months ago, I didn’t think it would actually happen.

I cried yesterday for a long time. I am sad. This hurts a lot. It’s what could have been.

I started letting him go. Some of my passwords for all these years have been the numerics of his name. I have to change my passwords now. And that’s a bit hard for me to do. It’s like admitting that I gave up on something without really giving it my all.

And I hate admitting that. It’s a hard hard thing for me to say.

Somewhere inside me is still a person who’s determined to get together with him. Maybe in the future, 10 years from now. I still want to wait. I’m afraid to be with anyone else because I don’t know that they will fill the hole that he’s left in my life.

I needed to vent, I’m still working through my options emotionally. I will update when I’ve made changes to my life to reflect my emotional healing.

Thanks for reading this far. I’d love to know how you dealt with lingering regret of a breakup.

Single parents need to stop acting like they’re shocked some people don’t want to date them


I’m in no way saying that if you’re a single parent you should just give up on finding someone. I want people who desire a partner to find one and be happy. But a lot of single parents seem to have this firmly held belief that anyone who turns them down must hate them and hate kids. No. No one is picking on you by having boundaries. Kids are a huge responsibility and a lot of us don’t wanna deal with it.

You can “I won’t put any responsibility on you”, “My baby mama/daddy isn’t dramatic like the other ones”, “I won’t neglect you” etc all you like, all of those claims almost always end up not coming true. Your new GF/BF is always gonna be a distant second to the kids – and that doesn’t make you bad. You SHOULD put your kids first. But just like you’re not bad, others aren’t bad for wanting to date another CF person and be their priority. TL;dr single parents don’t want to accept that the dating pool will likely have slimmer pickings for them. No one’s being a meanie and picking on them.