Candace Jo

Just found my my boyfriend of 9 years gave me chlamydiaI went to my usual OBGYN appointment and she was asking me the usual questions and what not and while she was you know all up in my downstairs she suggested I get a screaming for all STD and so I did and look what you know it came back that I have

chlamydia . So I told my boyfriend and asked him and he was like no where would I go? Who would I do that with? And I’m like well I’ve only been with you so how else did I get this? Now we’re both looking like deers in the headlights and I’m just so sad and upset. I know it’s curable but still. Anyway this is my sad 2am snack. And to make matters worse we live together and share my car so I’m extra mad like wtf.

Im leaving my abusive boyfriend today.I met this man when I had just turned eighteen. He was nearly thirty. I was homeless, naive. I just wanted love and to feel safe. I moved in within weeks. For a while, everything was magical. He was gentle, attentive, he remembered the little things about me. I felt like the most special girl in the world.

Then things changed. It started subtly. He stopped asking how my day was. He told me I couldn't be on birth control AND have a job, because he was worried I'd cheat. (He was cheated on by his ex, and constantly constantly accused me of doing the same. He even accused me of sleeping with his 56 year old father a few months after we met.)

Then controlling what I eat, who I see. Where I go. I don't want to trigger anyone reading, but the abuse did eventually turn physical.

I had enough a few weeks ago, when he left me bruised up pretty bad. Im twenty now. I signed the lease on my apartment a few nights ago, and I'm leaving in a few hours to get my keys. Im never coming back here.

To any young woman reading, that older man will not save you. Keep yourself safe, always.

Fried egg, toast with butter and smashed strawberries.

I realized my boyfriend does not like me.My boyfriend does not like me and I realises recently I need to leave. he's the third man in a row to treat me not so nice and I don't get it. im not perfect by any means, but I've been a good girlfriend to him and have loved him ferociously.

He doesn't kiss me really or tell me he loves me. The other night we went to a bar, a man got a little too close to me and made me uncomfortable. I started crying so we left. I asked him to put music on so I could distract myself, he turned it off and started an argument about "not understanding why I was upset" like it should matter why.

We broke up about 2 months ago because he lied to me about something big but I asked for him back thinking it'd be better. it's like he's gotten worse since then. I just don't understand why he's the third man in a row to mistreat me. I think the negative energy from him is causing the paranormal activity in our house to escalate. (I hope im doing this right. I've never posted on here before)

ROFL apparently I created a "hostile work environment" because I speak someone's language "in secret"There are 3 team members from a different country in my organization that have been talking among themselves in their language.
I speak their language.
They don't know I do.

Over the last 5 months they have talked about:

How annoying and pushy I am (because I drill them on the business needs and don't just accept every request they have)

How I probably slept my way to my position (because I have big b***s) including trying to guess which one of my colleagues have actually slept with (at first I thought they were talking about our colleague Randy) (IYKYK).

How embarrassed my kids are to have me as a mother / my kids deserve to be bullied for having a w***e as a mother (I don't have kids)

How I dress provocatively to tempt my married boss (in the immortal words of Mei Lee "I wear what I want, say what I want, and I will not hesitate to do a spontaneous cartwheel if I feel so moved!")

How I look tired/have black circles because at night I suck dick for money (I do suck dick at all hours of the day, I wasn't aware there was funding available)

who do I think I am to tell them what to do with their budget (I am your Finance Director you dick cheese, it is literally my job)

We had a guest speaker from their country who I welcomed and helped set up. I may have looked straight at them a few times as I spoke with him. It was beautiful watching their faces turn from confusion to shock to terror.

They were panicking like "wow we didn't know you speak the language, how long ago did you learn, how come you chose [language]" I said something like "I like knowing what people say behind my back, or in some cases, right in front of me" and I gave them my signature death glare.

So this morning their director, my VP and I got in a room. Apparently by not disclosing that I speak their language, I "withheld crucial business context from them" and "created a hostile work environment". We had a good laugh about it and they will let the managers know not to forward any similar complaints.

Now they "no longer feel comfortable collaborating with me". Too bad, you sagging ballsacks, you're stuck with me.