I'm 20, and it all started when I was 12 years old. So yeah it's been 8 years since I've been obsessed with this fictional character. I don't want to say exactly who he is, but he is from a real life movie not from a cartoon. It affected me pretty hard mostly on my style/aesthetic choices. He is that 'edgy-goth' type of character so I always tried to be like him for some reason.

It doesn't bothers me at all to be honest. I like to daydream, make up stories in my head, and just do my thing. I never felt such a thing towards anyone in real life. I never dated anyone, and I'm kinda lonely but I don't mind it anyway. I can't really tell what love is, but if it's the same thing that I feel towards him then I guess I know what it is to be.

We were together for almost a year. During that time everything was great I always had so much fun. I think he likes me but couldn’t fall in love with me. And that's the problem. I’m completely heartbroken because I loved him with all my heart, we had a such great chemistry and now I miss him more than ever.

I woke up to the bathroom in use, and shit touching cloth. Didn't have time to knock and wait so ran into the yard and popped a squat, cleaned up with leaves, then went inside to shower, etc.

While in the shower my partner got up and let the dogs out, and I hear a "what the f**k is that!?". My heart started pounding. She had found it. I hadn't cleaned it up yet.

We have two dogs, both under 5 kg. The shit was the size of the smaller one. I've convinced her it was one of the dogs, so now I'm taking them to the vet tomorrow because "a dog taking a shit the size of its body can't be a good thing".

I'm not admitting it was mine, not now. Hopefully, the vet bill isn't too high.

I don't know who to choose. Between my boyfriend of 8 years, in which love turned to chores, romance turned to obligations and excitement turned to irritation. Versus a man, a colleague, who always made my day seems special in every possible way.