Do you use the word "trans" when talking about nonbinary people?

Every person I've ever met who participated in an "open relationship" became the target of profound jealousy, or became jealous themselves.

I think it sounds appealing; 🌈my partner and I love each other but our hearts are too big to only enjoy one person's company🌈 then their partner sleeps with someone else and they get all shitty and bitter.

My experience has always been "Are you sure your partner is ok with this?" --> "Yes definitely" --> The partner becomes a shitty rage machine. I had a guy corner me at dinner with my friends and yell in public because he was so jealous. He agreed to the open relationship. He was a hypocrite. All three of us suffered because he couldn't handle it. He should not have been in an open relationship.

That was the worst one but I think it applies to most people. It's a pipe dream that they don't have the emotional maturity to actualize.

His mind is surprisingly quick. "0.5% chance your science will cure me, 1.5% chance your God is the real one, I'll take my chances with my friends thanks" then sneaks onto the train so he can dig for scraps to sell for food.

I'm in a dirty, run-down old train which used to be painted and beautiful. The walls can be moved to create larger compartments. I prefer the larger lavatory because I can actually sit down in it.

A woman pretends to be nice until she gets the answer she needed, then drops the act and turns her back on me.

I'm soon moving to Chicago Northalsted, can anyone recommend a scooter powerful enough to go up gentle slopes and over a low curb? I like the razor-style scooter that you stand on

Our teacher was impressed by my gambit and gave me full marks; I was so proud and relieved I almost cried in class. Now comes the hard part: I have to deliver on the promise I made in my paper by getting the "stuff" out of the septic tank. I wish I hadn't used the toilet now. I'll worry about that later

We're on a ship which is a floating city; it's going down. The power is being drained by an unknown enemy and I'm the only one looking for it. We'll die if we lose it. I'm frantic, stressed out and scared. I dig through my friend's memories to find it

It's small but it can travel anywhere in the universe. A man is talking to me through it; he's crying as he tells me he's breaking up with me

The world has intelligent zombies; undead that act just like living humans. My family seems the same to me and I feel like I should trust them, but I don't. They turn to look at me.

Someone stole my backpack in a hospital or corporate office. I was told not to worry because it was on video, but I ran down the hall looking for it.

There's a tall guy with a beard, talking happily about a character in a book he likes. We're walking past the author's apartment and we shout up to her. Suddenly I'm afraid that someone will hear us.

I think my aunt might have autism; she does not ever seem to understand why people are hurt or upset with her. She's developed an automatic response "I'm not apologizing because I don't know what I did wrong".

One example is airing my dirty laundry in public. She told the strangers around us that I throw away my alcohol containers instead of recycling them because I'm trying to hide the evidence in the trash. I was angry and told her it hurt. She acted confused and refused to apologize. There have been many of these cases.

I resent her because she has my relief in her hand and it costs her nothing but a bit of pride to give it to me. I'm doing 4th step inventory every day because I constantly feel hurt by her.

Thanks for listening