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Personal experiences & opinions on women loving women
(When I share stories that aren’t mine, I credit the original)

[BLUSH 👩‍❤️‍💋‍👩 @smallview4]

The kind of treatment I deserve.

[HAMSKY ♥️ @HamskyHbb]

the rent went up exactly $1 every month for three years, and not one person in our building said a word.

i'm in 3B. i signed a lease at $1,150 and paid it for a year. then in month 13, it was $1,151. i figured i'd misread the number. in month 14 it was $1,152, and i thought i was losing my mind.

i didn't complain because it was one dollar, and who complains about a dollar? by month 36 it was $1,186. i finally opened a spreadsheet and walked down to the landlord's office with a printout.

his name is Walt, he's 78, and he wears a tie to fix pipes. i put the paper on his desk and said, "i think there's been a mistake."

he read it slowly. then he said, "oh no. how many of you noticed?"

[OG @OGentertained]

The 10 Things I Hate About You tribute dance on Dancing With the Stars, bringing Julia Stiles and members of the original cast together to honor Heath Ledger, was such a beautiful, full-circle moment. 🥹 The way I would’ve been in that audience SOBBING my eyes out. 😭❤️

DWTS

[HAMSKY ♥️ @HamskyHbb]

i voted yes to take down the wind chimes, and i've regretted it for exactly nine days.

there were 31 of them, hung from a crabapple tree, the fence and the porch at 14 Birch. three neighbors had complained about the noise, and our HOA board met on a tuesday and voted 5 to 0. the letter said "remove all chimes by friday."

Howard Lindgren, 74, read it on his porch and said, "all of them?" i said all of them. he took them down himself, slowly, one at a time. he wrapped each one in a dish towel and wrote something on masking tape before he put it in a shoebox.

on saturday morning, from my kitchen, i heard a woman's voice in his backyard saying, "Howard? Howard?"

she kept saying it for twenty minutes.

[SINGLE @Young_Fish01]

私：「お父さん、来月で仕事を辞めるって本当？」

父：「ああ。もう十分働いたからな。」

私：「でも、まだ住宅ローンも残っているでしょう？」

父：「なんとかなるさ。」

私：「退職金のことも、年金のことも、ちゃんと考えているの？」

父：「お前に心配をかけるつもりはない。」

私は父の机に置かれた書類を見た。

そこには、会社の退職に関する書類と、銀行からの返済予定表があった。

私：「お父さん、何かあったの？」

父：「……実は、会社で早期退職を勧められたんだ。」

私：「自分から辞めるって決めたんじゃないの？」

父：「そう言ったほうが、格好がつくだろう。」

父は長年、家族のために働いてきた。

[fizzy_movies @Movie_Knight1]

4歳の娘は、毎晩21時になると、向かいのマンションの、ある窓に向かって、手を振る。「おじいちゃん、おやすみ」。その窓は、いつも、カーテンが閉まったままだった。私は、娘に聞いた。「おじいちゃんって、誰？」。娘は、不思議そうな顔で、言った。「7かいの、いちばんはしのおじいちゃん。いつも、へんじ、してくれるよ」。

私は34歳。夫は36歳。娘のひなたは、4歳。

半年前、このマンションに引っ越してきた。

向かいの棟とは、15メートルほどしか、離れていない。

最初は、娘のごっこ遊びだと思った。

でも、娘は、毎晩、同じ時間、同じ窓を見る。

夫は、笑って言った。

「想像上の友達だろ。子どもには、よくあることだよ」

その夜、21時。

私は、娘の隣で、向かいの棟を、見ていた。

ひなたが、窓に向かって、手を振った。

「おじいちゃん、おやすみ」

7階の、一番端の窓。

カーテンの向こうは、真っ暗だった。

そのとき、闇の中で、小さな光が、2回、点滅した。

懐中電灯の光だった。

[Ella @EllasArchive1]

My husband told me he was too broke to help me pay my mother’s hospital bill, so I used my savings to cover it. Two weeks later, I discovered he had spent $8,000 buying a car for his younger brother. When I confronted him, he said something that made me realize I had been a fool for 11 years.

My husband, Ethan, and I had been married for 11 years.

We had two children, a mortgage, and the usual responsibilities that came with building a family together.

I worked as an accountant, while Ethan managed a construction company. We both earned money, and although we maintained separate personal accounts, we shared household expenses and discussed major financial decisions.

At least, that was what I believed our arrangement meant.

Then my mother became seriously ill.

She needed surgery, and the hospital required an upfront payment of $6,500 before they could proceed.

I had some savings, but using all of them would leave me with almost nothing.

That evening, I sat beside Ethan and explained the situation.

“Can you help me with $3,000? I’ll pay you back gradually. I just don’t want to empty my entire savings account.”

He barely looked up from his laptop.

“Things are tight right now. I have payments to make for the business.”

I was disappointed, but I understood that his company had expenses.

“Can you at least lend me $1,000?”

He sighed.

“Why does everything have to become my responsibility? Your mother has other children. Can’t they contribute?”

I stared at him.

My two siblings were already contributing what they could, but neither had enough to cover the remaining amount.

I didn’t want to argue while my mother was lying in a hospital bed.

So I used my savings and borrowed a small amount from my older sister to complete the payment.

My mother had her surgery, and thankfully, she began recovering.

I thought that was the end of the matter.

Then, two weeks later, Ethan’s younger brother, Ryan, posted pictures of his new car online.

It was a beautiful SUV.

The caption read, “Big thanks to my brother for making this happen. I will never forget this.”

I smiled at first, assuming Ethan had helped him with a deposit.

Then I saw Ethan’s comment.

“Enjoy it, little bro. You deserve it.”

That evening, I asked him about the car.

He shrugged.

“I helped Ryan buy it.”

“How much did you give him?”

“$8,000.”

I thought I had misheard.

“You gave Ryan $8,000?”

He nodded as though we were discussing the price of groceries.

I reminded him that two weeks earlier, I had asked for $3,000 to help my mother and he had told me he was broke.

His expression hardened.

“Don’t start this again.”

But I couldn’t let it go.

I asked him how he could afford to help his brother buy a car but couldn’t help his wife when her mother needed surgery.

He closed his laptop and looked directly at me.

Then he said, “Because Ryan is my responsibility. Your mother isn’t.”

[Ola🧘 @Olaszn_]

16歳の私を家から追い出した父は、親戚に「娘が自由に暮らしたいと言って家出した」と嘘をついた。

本当の理由は、父の弟に体を触られたと訴えたからだった。

「叔父さんが嫌なことをしてくる。もう家に呼ばないで」

そう言った私に、父は怒鳴った。

「弟を犯罪者扱いするな。そんなにこの家が嫌なら出ていけ！」

その夜、私は制服と着替えだけを持って家を出た。

最初の数日は駅の近くで夜を明かし、その後は学校で少し話したことがある女子のアパートに泊めてもらった。

父は親戚に「最近の子は我慢ができない」と話していた。

私には12歳の妹、菜月がいる。両親は離婚していて、妹と私は父と暮らしていた。

母は再婚し、新しい家庭を持っていた。助けを求めると、母は言った。

「今の夫が、あなたを家に住まわせるのは嫌だって……」

私は電話を切った。

でも母は、その後も私がどこにいるか知っていた。

[11 @elvnz11]

夫が「結婚を良くするために、お前の体で直した方がいいところをリストにしてる」と言った。

私は最初、冗談だと思った。

翌週、夫はノートを開いて読み上げた。

「太ももが太くなった。お腹のたるみ。腕の肉」

私は何も言えなかった。

その翌週も、そのまた翌週も、夫は新しい項目を追加した。

「胸の形が変わった。顔のシミが増えた。お尻が下がった」

私は毎週、そのリストを聞かされた。

[O L A @titant3ddy]

People still saw me as competition at my lowest. That’s when I realized how much potential I actually had.

[Debbie @debbie_xi]

One came to arrest somebody, the other came to get caught.

[SINGLE @Young_Fish01]

夫：「今月、少し節約できないかな？」

妻：「どうして？ 今月は特別な出費もないでしょ？」

夫：「いや、ちょっとお金が必要なんだ。」

妻：「何に使うの？」

夫：「実家のことだよ。母さんが少し困っていて。」

妻：「また？ 先月もお義母さんにお金を送ったよね？」

夫：「あれは一度きりのつもりだったんだ。」

妻：「じゃあ、どうして銀行の明細に毎月8万円の振り込みがあるの？」

夫は黙った。

妻：「半年間、毎月送っていたの？」

夫：「母さんには年金だけじゃ足りないんだ。家の修理代もあるし。」

[Jordan 🇯🇵 @ituajiv]

俺は、知り合いの男の女に指を突っ込んだ。彼女は即座に濡れた。

キッチンだけが、人でごった返していなかった。他の連中は皆、外にいるか、リビングで試合を観戦していた。彼女は氷を追加しようとキッチンに入ってきた。10分前に彼氏が言った何かに、まだ笑いながら。俺はすでにそこにいて、酒で少し酔ったまま、カウンターに寄りかかっていた。

彼女が冷凍庫に手を伸ばそうと、俺の横を通り過ぎた。短いドレスがずり上がる。ふらついた彼女を支えようと、俺の手が腰に触れた――俺と同じく、彼女も飲みすぎていたのだ。手はそのまま、そこにとどまった。そして、ゆっくりと下へと滑り落ちていった。
彼女は、それを拒まなかった。

冷凍庫の扉が開いたまま、冷気が流れ出している。俺の指はドレスの裾の下に潜り込み、パンティーの縁に触れた。生地は薄く、すでに湿っていた。パンティーを横にずらし、2本の指を彼女に押し当てる。中はびしょ濡れだった。1本がすんなりと入る。彼女は俺の首元に小さな、鋭い声を漏らしたが、手は冷凍庫の取っ手から離さなかった。まるで、まだ氷を探しているかのように。

2本目の指を加え、そのまま激しく、深く突き入れた。静かなキッチンに、彼女の秘所が指を受け入れる湿った音が響く。隣の部屋からは、テレビの低い音が聞こえていた。すぐに、彼女の蜜が俺の手を覆い尽くした。彼女は空いている方の手でカウンターの縁を掴み、脚を震わせながら、必死に声を押し殺していた。入り口からわずか数メートルの場所で、俺は「知り合いの男の女」を犯していたのだ。

指を曲げて中の敏感な場所を強く擦り、同時に親指でクリトリスを執拗に弄る。彼女はすぐにイッた。中がキュッと激しく締め付けられ、俺の指は蜜まみれになる。脚が激しく震え、俺に寄りかからなければ立っていられないほどだった。それでも俺は手を止めず、さらに激しく、深く突き続けた。彼女の蜜が俺の手首を伝って滴り落ちるほどに。彼女は声を漏らさないよう、唇を噛みしめて血を滲ませていた。

ようやく指を引き抜くと、俺の手は濡れて光っていた。その手を彼女の太ももの内側で一度拭い、パンティーは横にずらしたままにしておいた。彼女は一瞬、カウンターに身を押し当てたまま荒い息をついていた。ドレスはたくし上げられたままだ。それから氷を手に取ると、何事もなかったかのように外へと戻っていった。

私はキッチンに残った。指先はまだ濡れていた。リビングから、彼女の恋人が「氷は見つかった？」と尋ねる声が聞こえた。彼女は「うん」と答えた。

[D a n d y @Dandythehusla]

David was a billionaire who dressed like a poor man. He wanted a woman who loved him, not his money.

One day, he told his girlfriend, Sandra, “Baby, I lost everything. My company is gone, and I have nothing left.”

Sandra looked at him with disgust.
“I'm too beautiful to suffer with a broke man!” she shouted before leaving him for his best friend. 😭

Three months later, David hosted a luxury party and invited everyone who had mocked him.

When Sandra arrived, she froze.

David stood on stage in a designer suit, surrounded by bodyguards.

“I'd like to introduce you to the owner of this company,” the host announced.

“Mr. David, Africa's youngest billionaire!”

Sandra rushed toward him.

“Baby, it was all a misunderstanding!”

David smiled and replied:

“When I was poor, you chose my best friend. Now that I'm rich, you want me back. Tell me, Sandra… which one of us is the real gold digger?”

But just as Sandra opened her mouth, David's best friend grabbed the microphone.

“David, before you marry anyone, there's something you must know about Sandra…”

TO BE CONTINUED…

What do you think he is about to reveal?

Comment PART 2 if you want the shocking ending.

[SceneOrbit ◎ @SceneOrbit]

A las 12:43 de la madrugada, Mateo estaba sentado en mi cama, todavía con los labios pegados a los míos, cuando su teléfono se iluminó con una videollamada de su novio.

Lo aparté tan rápido que casi se cae de la cama.

Nos miramos, aterrados.

“Contesta”, susurré.

“¿Estás loco?”

“¡Tú eres el que me ha besado!”

Se pasó una mano por el pelo despeinado y soltó una risa nerviosa.

Para que entiendas la situación, Mateo era mi vecino. Llevábamos meses coqueteando en el pasillo, pidiéndonos cosas que realmente no necesitábamos y fingiendo que aquella tensión entre nosotros no existía.

Esa noche había llamado a mi puerta para pedirme un cargador.

Cuarenta minutos después, nos estábamos besando como si lleváramos toda la vida esperando permiso para hacerlo.

Su teléfono volvió a sonar.

Lo miré.

“¿Tu novio sabe que estás aquí?”

La expresión de Mateo cambió.

“No”, admitió. “Y hay otra cosa que debes saber”.

Cogió el teléfono, rechazó la llamada y me miró directamente a los ojos.

“Mi novio no es la única persona a la que le he estado ocultando lo nuestro”.

[LOLO @LoloEtny]

This is how love and relationship should be…. Send this to bae❤️

[Monique @OkimMonica3936]

“Sometimes, the truth you discover about your family hurts more than the lies you have been told all your life.”

I was in my forties when I discovered that the man I had called my father all my life was not my biological father. I honestly don't know how to explain what I felt when the truth finally came out. It was as if someone had taken my entire childhood and made me question every memory I had ever cherished.

What hurts me the most is my mother. This is the same woman who spent years preaching to me about faithfulness in marriage, warning me never to betray a man who trusted me. She made it sound as though a woman who cheated on her husband was the worst kind of person.

Yet, all this time, she was hiding a secret that could change everything my father believed about his own family.

Whenever I remember her lectures, I feel angry and disappointed. How could she demand honesty from me while keeping something this important hidden for decades? I keep wondering whether my father ever suspected anything or whether he has been living his entire life without knowing the truth.

The hardest part is that I want to tell him. He deserves to know, but he is seriously ill, and I am terrified that this revelation could make his condition worse.

Now I am trapped between telling the truth and protecting the man who raised me.

If you were in my position, would you tell your sick father the truth, or would you carry this secret to your grave to protect him?

[Kelly @itsKellyyea]

My mum was in the hospital for scheduled surgery when she called me to say the crow she'd been feeding for six months had somehow found her.

She'd only been giving it leftovers occasionally, so I never thought much of it. Sometimes she'd mention seeing it outside her house, and I'd just listen.

But when she told me she was in the hospital and the same crow was sitting outside her window, I wasn't sure what to think.

I told her it was probably another crow. She insisted it was the one she'd been feeding.

[BoyfriendsInLove @Benjiempire]

Every time this clip rolls across my timeline, I am legally obligated to pause and scream. The absolute sass, the eye rolls, the hidden smiles... yeah, they are deeply obsessed.🏳️‍🌈

[Alure @EkpoIruoghene8]

The night my babysitter canceled, I was twenty minutes away from failing Organic Chemistry—not because of my grades, but because I was about to exceed the course's absence limit.

Three absences meant automatic removal from the nursing program. I'd already used two: one when I had a fever and another when I couldn't get out of a double shift.

I worked nights cleaning a dental office and mornings at a bakery. I was raising my seven-year-old son, Micah, on four hours of sleep and whatever I could afford.

At 5:40 p.m., my babysitter texted that her daughter was in labor and she couldn't come. I stood in my kitchen, staring at the message while Micah ate cereal for dinner.

Then I started crying.

“Mom,” he said softly. “Can't I just come with you?”

At 6:02, I walked into Lab 214 with Micah holding my hand. I'd rehearsed an apology all the way across the parking lot, but Professor Alvarez barely let me begin.

“Next time this happens, bring him,” he said.

“I'm so sorry. I can explain—”

“Ms. Reyes. Sit down.”

Then he knelt beside Micah and handed him a clipboard and a pair of oversized safety goggles.

“I'm short a lab safety inspector,” he said seriously. “It's an important job. Think you can handle it?”

Micah, who had barely spoken to strangers in two years without hiding behind me, put on the goggles.

“Yes, sir.”…..,

[Thoughts 💭 @ThoughtsOnlyHQ]

Every Friday, an elderly woman came into the café, ordered two cups of tea, and sat alone at table seven.

For nearly three months, I watched her do the same thing.

She never touched the second cup.

At first, I assumed she was waiting for someone who was always late. Eventually, I became curious enough to ask.

“Would you like me to remove the extra tea before it gets cold?”

She looked at the untouched cup.

“No, thank you. He'll be here in a moment.”

I felt embarrassed and walked away.

The following Friday, she returned.

This time, I brought her a fresh cup halfway through her visit.

“On the house,” I said. “You shouldn't have to drink cold tea.”

She smiled.

“You remind me of my husband. He used to say that life was too short for cold tea.”

I sat with her for a few minutes while the café was quiet.

She told me her husband had died four years earlier. Every Friday, they used to meet at that table after work. They would order tea, argue about little things, and take the long way home.

She still came because it was the one place where remembering him felt easy.

Before leaving, she thanked me for listening.

After that, I stopped asking whether she wanted the second cup removed.

One Friday, she arrived alone as usual, but this time she drank from both cups.

When I asked if she was okay, she nodded.

“I think he'd be happy that I'm finally learning to enjoy things without waiting for him.”

She left a generous tip and walked out into the sunshine.

I never saw her again.

But I still think about her whenever someone sits alone in the café.

We often look at people and see loneliness, sadness, or something that needs fixing.

Sometimes, we should simply make room for their memories.

Not every quiet person needs advice.

Sometimes, they just need a warm cup of tea and someone who doesn't rush them.