Over the past few years, I've experienced a series of difficult events that have deeply affected me. My father passed away, I've gone through a painful breakup with my bf, and faced personal medical challenges. These experiences have come one after another, leaving me with little time to recover. Even now, a year later, I'm still struggling to move on from these traumas. They've had a significant impact on my ability to find joy in life. I'm constantly afraid that any good thing that comes my way will be taken away from me. This thought cycle repeats itself every few days. I wish I could keep everything precious to me locked away, but I know that's not realistic or healthy. The fear of experiencing another major loss is overwhelming.

We have a child, a boy of 5 years old. We aren’t married, but we’ve been in a relationship on and off for 7 years. My partner has anger issues, and he used to smoke weed, but he gave up on the latter when our child was born. It was my primary demand for us to live together. I really wanted us to work out for the sake of our son. He is very attached to his dad. He doesn’t understand lots of things going on between us, and I try not to drag him into it. When I cry because of my partner, I’ll tell my son that I’m just tired or that I’m sick. But part of me is longing to tell him the truth. When we have a fight, it’s a rule to go outside the house so that Kevin (my son) doesn’t hear swear words. The worst of it all is that my partner was having these fits of anger less frequently when he was on weed. He keeps blaming me for the aggravation of his symptoms. When he’s on edge, which happens at least once a week, he rages around the house, he can hit things or walls. I don’t even ask anymore if it’s about his work or something else, the result is always that he spits his venom out on me, and I’d prefer not to be his verbal punch bag. He has never hit me, but he has grabbed me out of the house by the wrist a couple of times, and I had bruises afterwards. This almost made me leave him last time, but he apologized and begged me to stay, with all the usual words of affection. My son knows his father is loud, so I hope he doesn’t realize how often we yell at each other while smiling through the teeth. I don’t know if I want to be in this relationship, Kevin is the main reason why I’m still where I am.

Last night I packed my things and was almost outside the house (I told Kevin we were going to see grandmother, my mother, which is true). And he suddenly asked if his father will go with us and looked so upset when I said he wouldn’t. I hid my tears and unpacked. Tomorrow my partner comes home from a shift. I’m at a loss what to do...

Hey everyone, I'm really in need of some advice. I've been with my husband for 8 years, 5 years of marriage and 3 years living together before that. We have a wonderful 6-year-old boy who just started first grade this year.

I've been feeling on edge for the past 2 years. My husband and I can't seem to understand each other. Our life goals are different, we don't agree on how to raise our son or manage the household. His jealousy has become unbearable, directed towards everyone (our friends, my colleagues, even our son)

I guess it all started after I gave birth. I fully focused on motherhood and other aspects of our relationship, especially the intimate part, didn't get much attention. This created a lot of tension between us. We've both said and done things we're not proud of.

His treatment towards me, as a woman, just doesn't sit right with me. I want to be cherished, admired. But all I hear from him are constant reproaches. It's gotten to the point where he perceives every little thing I do as betrayal. A phone call with a colleague, chatting with friends, self-care routines, new clothes, perfume, even a simple smile - all are seen as signs of infidelity. If I go to a party, he automatically assumes I'm cheating. I won't deny that I attract attention from men, but most of the time, it's just polite small talk.

This constant distrust has left me exhausted. The conflicts escalated so much that winter, our son actually asked me to leave because he couldn't bear to see us argue or me cry anymore. I've been living with my father. My son is much happier now, we've even transferred him to another school which he really likes.

I was ready to file for divorce, but then some of our mutual friends started persuading me to reconsider. They keep saying my husband loves me in his own way and that I should be patient and understanding of his complex character. They said he's already realized his mistakes and is willing to change. They believe that divorce should be the last resort.

Right now, I'm at a loss. While I agree that a complete family is better for our child, I also believe that a constantly fighting environment is not healthy either. So, what do I do?

I became a father when I was only a teenager, and my daughter was born when I was just 17 years old. Her mother struggled with mental health issues, but her parents refused to get her the help she needed. Unfortunately, she eventually took her own life. Ever since then, it's just been my daughter and me. Some people might think it's not appropriate to consider your child as a friend, but I don't care. I'm lucky that my daughter and I always remained close, even as she grew into a teenager.

But on Wednesday morning, my world came crashing down. My daughter was driving to school when a drunk driver hit her head-on. She died instantly on impact. When I found out, my heart shattered into a million pieces. My daughter was everything to me. I had taken on a job I didn't particularly enjoy, but it helped me provide for her and make sure she was always happy and taken care of. Now I'm left with this overwhelming sense of loss and heartbreak.