A month and a half ago I started a relationship with someone. It’s my first attempt at a non-serious see-where-this-goes relationship. Her ex kicked her

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A month and a half ago I started a relationship with someone. It’s my first attempt at a non-serious see-where-this-goes relationship.
Her ex kicked her out so she had to move in with me immediately so as not to be homeless. Thing is, we were all friends and still are, more or less. Her ex and I are pretty close now, my partner and her ex not so much. Her ex also now has a new boyfriend. Oh, we’re also all women.
So a bit of a messy situation, really. Because my partner and her ex aren’t getting along as well, hanging out with everyone is tricky, but I try and hang out with my partner when I can and her ex (my friend) when I can. Her ex and I were clubbing last night, dancing together and singing with each other and I realised something…
I think I may be in love with the ex. I knew my partner and I wouldn’t be long term pretty much immediately, but we both recognised it as an opportunity to try new things and grow. The warning signs have been there all along.
Deep down, I think I’ve gotten used to having someone around, and I definitely can’t break up with her now, when she’s still dealing with her issues with the ex and while she’s still living under my roof. And I do want to see how things are once she’s got her own place and isn’t so angry about everything.
But… I think I know what my heart wants. I know who I think about more, I know whom I’m more excited to get messages from and whom I’m happier around.

So yeah, I feel like s***, I’m falling back into bad habits like self harm and suicide ideation and I hate myself deeply. But there’s nothing I can do for now without really hurting the only people I know here. I’m just hoping it passes and my partner and I grow closer and better for each other. I’m willing to try, at least.

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My older sister (six yeaes older) was mybbully for years starting when i was 6. I amninsanely ticklish and the day she learned it could make me wet myself she was merciless. Our mother did nothing. My sister would hold me down and sit on me and torture me almost every day. Before i even hit puberty she brought her mean girl friends intonit at slumber parties and even at end of school dsy while i had to walk home with wet pants. One day she made me wet myself and when i was changing busted in on me mocking me anatomically. Sometimes i would suffer an involuntary erection and get mocked for that too. One day she and her friends cornered me at the local public pool held me and yanked off my trunks and i had to run to locler room naked until a lifeguard got my trunks back. The pool banned them for the rest of the summer and they followed and attacked me on the wsy home from school and held me down and stripped .lme and tickled me and ran with my clothes and i had to rin and sneak home trying to avoid being seen. A neighbor mom saw it all and cslled the police. She got dresssed down and from then on woild only try it solo at home. She would sneak into my room early morning and sit in me and wake me up tickling me with a full bladder. She was a comolete monster it did not stop until she left home for college. To this day we do not speak and are not home at same time for holidays. My mother still says i was too weak or sensitive and should get over it. To this day i am completely afraid of women and even in a medical setting cannot undress even partially around a woman.

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