I'm trans

Your drinking is ruining our relationship, and your relationships with your grandkids.

I could tell them I get wasted every Friday and no one would bat an eye...but my mom would have a heart attack if she found out I've ever been in the same room with marijuana. I'm in my 30s. Some things are better left as secrets

I can’t feel empathy and the only reason why I am sad when you are sad is because I’ve learned that faking it makes you happier.

"hit me up on Grindr for some good bussy."

I tried to kill myself. Twice. I would either have to deal with my old man's shit or break my mom's heart, neither of which I could tolerate.

That I'm not doing as well as I thought I might be doing.

I am choosing between living with them and homelessness. Otherwise, I would be anywhere else.

They're buried at 51° 23' 3.0372'' N 2° 21' 47.9916'' W

Nice try, Honey!

One specific family member, hope that's okay. But I could never tell my mom about when I was molested on a work trip with her ex-partners company. One of the families took in troubled boys and I woke up in the cabin with him in my bed. Hands in my clothes and drunk as hell. I beat him so bad. One of the other actual children of employees woke up and helped pull me off him and got him out of there. We never talked about it. I don't know what he(the helper) knew at the time. What I do know is if I ever tell my mother this she will drive and she will one hundred percent kill the people who brought that monster into my life. And I love her too much to put her through that (both having to hear it, and the murder, and the subsequent jail time).

I don't want to be around you.

I wouldn't tell my loved one that because I DO want to be around her.

The skin you have in your lips is the same type of skin in your butthole. You are welcome

You're all annoying, some a lot more than others.

Swear words. (Young kids around)

Edit: mi spelin knough gud

I'll likely retire before my parents, aunts and uncles. I won't tell them, I"ll just stop working and if they ask, I will say I'm an investment manager. Boomers and Gen X were shit with their finances, I guess.

Any one of you could die today and I may not even find out, and most likely won't care.

I should clarify that I can't tell my loved ones this because it's not true. No offense, but I don't know you and don't expect you to feel any different about me.

I'm genuinely struggling to think of anything. I don't have a lot of loved ones but define them with the criteria "I can be my true self around them".

I have definitely lost loved ones because they couldn't come to terms with who I am (pansexual). Many people hate you for being bi, let alone pan. My sympathies to all those who have to hide, have been there. I've lived in rough places where I couldn't even allow a smidgeon of my true self to emerge, and it kills the soul.

My girlfriend wants to marry me and it's breaking my heart.

"I'm not interested in entertaining your whacky mentally Ill monkey bullshit. I don't care what shakespearean sob story you've spun for yourself to justify your poor self control. You are a grown ass adult, stop using a few traumatic life events that happened decades ago to excuse your current shitty actions.

My immediate loved ones are the only people I really really really try to have empathy for and forgive them for their poor self control and lack of trying to even consider improving themselves. Everyone else who tries to spin me their sob story for why they act like pieces of shit can get bent.

I don’t think I care for a significant portion of y’all.

Like on the whole you’re fine, but you’re no my loved ones ya know

I love you but being close to you is not good for my mental health and I am struggling through life right now and cannot spare the time or energy for your drama or mental illness.

I don't drink sugar in my coffee anymore