Meaning she’s super quiet and doesn’t talk much usually. Like chief keef in interviews.

I kind of regret it, but I have no clue what to do. I’m aware she might not be who she says she is, just because of things shes said to me and everything going against her, but I’m genuinely so attached and i’m absolutely loving the attention. I’m not worried about her not being the same person, granted just because I don’t think we’ll ever meet, but i’m more worried about if she’ll choose to post everything i’m saying online and i’ll be able to say nothing back. I feel like I should stop, but the temptation and feeling is so strong and maybe i’m just overreacting. I’d love someones opinion on this

I am (19M) my mom is (49F) and my dad is (52M) I just found this out a couple hours ago and i Dont know what to do, I can’t tell this to any of our family members because they don’t go well with each other. I am from India so my grandparents lives with us and my mom has not had a good relationship with them from the day they have been married A little back story my dad is a patient of Bipolar disorder and i am the only child he is a spendthrift and he works but he barely contributes to the family he is not been very involved in my life from the start and my mom works 2 jobs and has raised me all by her own.

They fight soo much they don’t go out with each other there has not been any physical violence nor my dad is a violent man but he has not been a great husband nor a father. (Which I don’t agree gives the approval to cheat )

My mom tried to divorce my dad because all many financial and emotional decisions he has made in 25 years of their marriage but it resulted triggering his condition more and him trying to suicide (which we don’t know is true or not) i haven’t had a very good relation with my dad but i have/had it with my mom.

She was my role model and i admired her the most in my life but today she handed me her phone because she wanted something translated i had some doubts of her cheating because she has turned more secretive from the last months so i snooped around and found out what i was afraid of there were flirty texts to a guy and hearty emojis and whatnot i took his name and gave the phone back.

I found his instagram and facebook and found out that he is also married and has a son my age.

I don’t know what to do Should i tell my dad or talk to my mom first i need help?

This was early 2000's. There is a lot to the story. Short version is I am disabled and he bullied me bad in school. It was bad, my older brother and his friends got involved with threats of stop or there will be a problem, bullying didn't stop but it subsided just became tolerable and then bully graduated.

Fast forward 15 years, bully reaches out and apologizes on Facebook, we weren't friends. I said thanks and that it's really nice of him to reach out, and that I appreciate it, and he was forgiven. Not more than 60 seconds later he came back with something like "but you have to admit you were pretty annoying" told him I take it back and left it at that, the conversation ended there.

Then about 2 years ago he died, in a hospital bed. Hopefully full of pain and misery. I genuinely hope he suffered as he died, a loser druggie who never made anything of his life. I hope there was pain and I hope he felt alone and recognized he was nothing more than a drug addict piece of shit.

One can hope. Anyways, fuck that guy!

I (30f) am 5'9 340lbs. My boyfriend is very handsome and fit. He loves me very much and always has his hands on me and has taken me out to movies and to eat in public. I feel so embarrassed for him to be seen in public with me. I'm just amazed he can get hard around me and I will do anything to keep him happy. I've let him fuck me when I was dry, it hurt so bad, but I wanted him to feel pleasure. I've let him fuck my ass without much foreplay, that was rough, but eventually I loosened up and he came harder than ever. When we're together he sleeps most of the time unless we're having sex, then he finishes and goes back to sleep without pleasuring me.

Why is my self esteem so low that I allow myself to be mistreated just for some love?

I am a 25 year old woman, married and dated my husband since I was 18, and just gave birth to our first child.

I often fantasize about being being brutally raped. I fantasize about someone breaking into my home and raping me at gunpoint, or being abducted off the street and it doesn't help that I'm horny 24/7 and my husband seems to not want to touch me. (He says it's because his duties as a man have been fulfilled. (Having children.))

Maybe it's my way of wanting to be desired so badly that someone would take advantage of me. Maybe it's related to my other kinks of degradation, humiliation and masochism. I'm not entirely sure the reason I so desperately want to be taken advantage of, but I do know that it's driving me crazy. When I'm in public I look at men and wonder if they had the chance, would they hurt me? I often play my fantasies out with AI, roleplaying rape scenes.

I feel sick, like something is wrong with me. I know I shouldn't have these thoughts, but I can't help myself.

I'm 28 my elder brother got into an argument with 10 or 12 drunk white guys from his balcony over a noise problem and these guys ended up at the gate of his apartment and started screaming slurs at him, making fun of his equiline nose (he's Syrian). Saying "Awww is the little muslim gonna beat us up? go back to your sh-hole" He lives like a 2 minute drive away and stays alone I went there to defend him and the crowd asked me for his door number and I wouldn't give it to them because the last thing I need is for him to be assaulted at his house so since I refused i got beaten up in the process and got injuries to my face and arm and back and finally the police came and dispersed the crowd Told my gf this story and she called me a loser because I got beaten up and hung up Any advice? I feel absolutely humiliated

I can’t help it. It’s too much fun. To do something you’re not supposed to. It’s even better when the girl is married too. I have a friend I work with and also went to school with and his wife texted me “innocently” one day and we continued to talk and eventually it led to her taking my cum in every hole. She raved about how hard and how many times I could make her cum and he couldn’t. She never swallowed him and raved about me cumming in her mouth. And she’d tell me she would kiss him after she blew me. Then I came in her pussy and she went home and he ate her and she told me he was so excited about how wet she was lol. Turns me on so much!

This will be just short. I have a girlfriend currently and i was too much of an asshole. I made a SOP with someone I didn’t knew but it was a scam, recorded me and threatened to share my info publicly. Now the scammer wanting me to pay some $50 that I couldn’t get because i work in a shitty company.

I want to share this before anything else gets fucked up. I regretted everything because my girl doesn’t know what i did, she is so lovely and undeserving to experience this.

How do you guys manage under stress, especially when you are adulting and gotta pay bills, taxes and all. I know life has its ups and downs, but what do you do when its down and up

Hi everyone,

I’m 16 years old, and I have parents who are obsessed with giving me every possible opportunity in life. I’m incredibly thankful for that, don’t get me wrong, but recently, things have taken a turn I never expected. They’ve pushed for me to join this thing called the clipper round the world race.

For those who don’t know, it’s this insane boat race where you literally sail around the world, stopping at almost every continent, competing against other teams of about 20 people on a boat. Sounds cool, right? Except there’s a couple catches, I've never sailed. ever. I have basically been guaranteed I will be the youngest on the boat ( I will be 18 at the time and the average age for the race is 30-45), And I will be away from my family for the first time of my entire life.

Somehow, I’ve passed the interview, and my dad just paid the £1,000 deposit and signed the waiver that locks us into a contract for the full payment, about £60,000. So now it’s real. There’s no turning back. I mean, even if I could back out, I’m not sure I’d want to. A part of me knows this is a once-in-a-lifetime adventure, something most people would kill for. But another part of me? It’s horrified.

This is a year of my life. Plus months of intense training beforehand. I haven’t even graduated high school yet, and instead of going to college or traveling in a way most teenagers do, I’ll be living on a racing yacht in the middle of the ocean, thousands of miles from home. Who even does that at my age???

The worst part is, I feel so alone in this. I haven’t met a single teenager who can relate. When I talk to my friends about it, they laugh it off and call it “rich kid problems,” which makes me feel like I shouldn’t even be allowed to be scared. My parents, of course, are fully on board (no pun intended), and my psychologist, while great, is pretty neutral and non-committal about the whole thing.

I don’t know if I’m asking for advice or just looking for validation that it’s okay to feel scared. I’m not ungrateful, and I do want to do this, but I’m struggling to process how massive this commitment is. Am I overthinking it? How do I mentally prepare for something like this?

If anyone has any insight or even just an outsider’s perspective, I’d really appreciate it.

I'm acutely mentally ill and have been attending 1:1 therapy sessions done by a family friend. My mum has never been able to understand me. When I first got depressed she brushed it off as "trials and tribulations". When my depression got worse and became visible (weight loss, thinning hair), she said I created this situation by not speaking to her when it first started. I didn't speak to her because she's a narcissist, and manages to make everything about her. When I attempted suicide she called me an embarrassment and said i'd only have a place at home if I "snapped out of it".

So she's been paying for therapy sessions and i've been attending. I've had 10 appts so far. I established very early on that the specific type of therapy isn't for me, but if I tell her that she'll kick me out. I'm 22 with £700 to my name. I also owe the bank over £5k, so not sure if I can even call that £700 mine. I quite literally can't afford to live on my own yet so to avoid getting kicked out, i've been faking progress from my sessions. I don't know how long I plan to do this for but I know that it's wrong.

Last week mera(20m) birthday tha or mereko addat si hai ab to lekin is baari kisi ne koi wish koi message nahi kara or yaha tak ghar me koi celebration nahi aksar birthday jab bhi aata hai mujhe realise karata hai me kitna akela hu ! Agle din utha to maa ne wish kiya !

To give a little bit of context:

Im 30 years old (male). My childhood was horrible. My father was a gambling, lying alcoholic. He always was drunk and we always had fights in our home.

It was never peaceful. He tormented my mother and brought a lot of stress to my grandma, whom both died of cancer and strokes and I attribute their deaths to him. They were wrecks because of the stress and anguish he brought.

This was all a couple of years ago. He started a new familie 8 years ago and has now 2 small girls with his new wife (ex).

I moved out rather quick nad have been in contact with him here and there, maybe once every 2-3 weeks.

I had a scratch on my car and went to a mechanic for a fix up. I told him about it and he said forget it that's way too much, lets drive to his homecountry (which is 4-5h away). He knows somebody that can fix it cheap.

I agreed and we went on friday. We slept in the house and gave the car to the mechanic the next day in the morning. He told us by 4 pm it should be finished.

My father told me to go home, he has to go somewhere. I agreed and went home. it was now 12 am and he came. I told him that I plan to drive home as soon as the car is done. He agreed, but said he has to go somewhere first and we can't just leave right away. We would have to at least get coffee with the mechanic afterwards since that is common here.

I asked him before he left, if he will return and get me, so we can pick up the car. He said yes.

I waited until 11 pm. Mind you, no one was living in this house since it's just for vacation. It was cold, very cold and no food was available since we didnt buy any because we (I) wanted to driver asap home.

It was almost midnight. He came with my car. I opened the door. He was DRUNK DRUNK. Completely wasted. I yelled at him why he drove MY car, wasted.

Then I saw, that he ran somewhere with my car, and both front sides have been wrecked. At this point I saw red.

I yelled so hard and wanted to kill him. He just stood there, not saying a word.

Then he started to cry. I was angrier. I calmed myself down and told him to get in the car, im driving home.

I packed our stuff, put him in the backseat and told him to go to sleep. I was sweettalking him so that he cooperates and gets to sleep.

So I drove with my car, 5h home in the middle of the night. I brought him in his apartement. He was still completetly wasted and couldn't even stand.

I said to my siblings that he is dead to me. That was 2 days ago. He didn't check up on me. Mind you I would've ignored it either way, I don't want to ever hear from him again. It's not the fact that my car is ruined. It can happen. But he drove it without my permision, drunk, and lied to me and left me over 12h alone, knowing there is no heating and food. For me, that is no father.

Some friends think that he forgot everything. I luckily have a video that I recorded in that moment.

I was so close to going to jail, but luckily I controlled myself.

Throwaway for obvious reasons.

My boyfriend (38m) and I (35f) have been together for a year and a half. We have a good relationship, and we'll be moving in together next year.

Neither one of us grew up well off. He came from poverty, raised by a single mother, but worked hard to get where he is. He's doing great now but still has a hustler's mentality. He's always looking for ways he can make more money. I grew up with both parents, low to middle class, but lost my mom, my primary parent, at 18 to cancer. My dad, who was always away for work when I was growing up, went bankrupt on experimental treatments trying to save her.

Ten years ago, I had graduated college and was living on the other side of the country in California working a job in accounting to pay off my student debt. My dad was still struggling after the bankruptcy, and it was hard for me to feel so helpless, but I didn't make enough to help him. A few cities away, my best friend's brother was working in the military. This friend and I had gone to college together, and I was in her wedding. Her brother and I were well acquainted, but not necessarily friends until we all got together when she came to visit one weekend. He and I started talking pretty regularly, and would hang out on rare occasions.

After a series of discussions, he and I chose to enter into a contract marriage as a kind of financial arrangement. It was a purely business based decision, but we were legally married in order to receive the benefits that being married while in the military afforded. Using those benefits, he bought a house with me on the deed, and we used the house as an investment property and split the income. We made a decent amount of money. I was able to live comfortably, pay off my student debt quicker and send money to my dad. Nothing about our relationship was ever, at any point, even remotely romantic. I rarely even saw him.

This went on for a few years until he got into a relationship, and that was that on that. I wasn't even in California anymore. I was removed from the deed, we divorced and we don't even speak anymore. This remains something I've never felt compelled to tell anyone, not because I see it as a secret I need to keep, but because it just doesn't seem important to mention. It was essentially just having a business partner for a few years.

Now, though, as things get more serious with my boyfriend, I feel like this is a subject I should probably broach. I know if we get married I'll have to disclose on the license that I'm divorced. He's very logical and business minded, but I'm not sure how he'll take it. He himself is divorced, but from a legitimate marriage.

So anyway, that's where I'm at. I don't feel nervous about telling him because I don't feel any guilt surrounding the whole thing, but I would hate to lose him over something like that, and I would also hate for him to feel like I'd tried to keep it as a secret when that was never my intention.

Context. I am 26. Let’s call her H. She taught us technical subjects in college. And I was her favourite student. Would nominate me for everything that had a nomination and would ask me to contribute and Co author with her on research papers and projects. We also had travelled together for 6 or 7 conferences to present and publish our work. We were rather close but always had a normal teacher student bond and respect. She got married during the penultimate year of my college. And after college we went our separate ways. I had no contact with her for the 3 years after college.

Last year, May 2023. She contacted me out of the blue and told me that she needed my help. She was rather emotional and was sobbing and had asked to meet me. I agreed and we met up at a cafe when she travelled to the city I was working in, Mumbai. She told me of how she suspected her husband of having an affair with a colleague and she had snooped around with suspicion after finding a woman’s clothing in her husband’s bag after he returned for a supposed “work trip”. As so it happens her husband worked in the same firm I did and she wanted me to see if her suspicions were true or if she was going paranoid. I somehow consoled her and taold her I’d ask around if anybody knew anything. Turns out the affair was an open secret at her office he worked in and him and his colleague would often travel together for “work” and leisure in the cover of work. And that it had been going around for 2 long years. I told h of what I had found out and she later confronted her husband about the affair. He accepted it and told her that he had been contemplating leaving her and her daughter for the colleague (who turned out to be pregnant). He already had a divorce letter drafted but hadn’t had the courage to give it to h, till she confronted. And like that he left H and her 3 year old daughter.

I heard about the divorce and reached out to h. I too felt very guilty cos I was the one who told her of what I had found and that escalated the situation. Moved to the city she was teaching at, Pune. And I tried my best to cheer her and her daughter up. We rekindled the friendship we had before. Over the months I started spending most of my post work evenings at H’s house playing with her daughter and helping her out with chores and all. And slowly the relationship evolved to that of friends and a lot more. Around last Diwali, we were celebrating together when she told me that she feels much happier and hopeful when I am around and I told her that i think I had started liking her. We both felt awkward at first but talked it out and agreed to handle whatever that came adults. Over the next two months we spent more time together and we got really really close to the point we both knew we had fallen for each other. She introduced me to hher family as a colleague who was helping her out. Her sister even teased her about me. Meanwhile me and h we acknowledged that we were in love. We’d have these touches every now and then and we would also. Stare. At each others eyes as we cooked food or did chores. We had both romantic and sexual tension build up. With touches, stares, laughs and all.

Last Christmas, h told her parents that she had a special coaching session from college and would have to attend it and wouldn’t be able to visit them for Christmas along with her daughter. We took her daughter to her parents home and on the flight back she told me that she in fact lied to her parents that she had the coaching sessions so that we could spend some quality time together. So I cancelled my trip home and decided to spend the Christmas and new year with h. We both talked about what we both were feeling. She told me that she felt so safe around me and how I had been taking care of her and her daughter. And tbh, I enjoyed it too. They had over the past 6 months grown so close to me that I felt of them as my family and her dauhter felt like my daughter. Without her daughter around we were free birds who didn’t have to hold back our feelings. And so began our life of love and lust. We spent the entire Christmas week at home making love and being a couple watching films and going on dates. And tbh, I enjoyed it a lot to the point in my mind she was more of a. Girlfriend than my former teacher.

This continued on after her daughter returned. I started spending not just evenings with them but nights too. We’d tuck our daughter to bed and then go to our room to make love and sleep cuddling together. And it became a regular thing. Eventually I moved in with them. And we have been in a state of living together since last March, whenever I am in Pune that is.

Last June we found out she was pregnant. We were shocked at first because despite what we were told each other, I am still her former student. We have an age gape of 7 years and almost all of my friends know her as my teacher. Eventually we agreed to face whatever comes our way, just as we had agreed when we started the relationship. Her colleagues from my college knows that she is carrying, two teacher had even visited her. But she told them her partner was a colleague, the same thing she has told her family. Though her sister knows that I used to be her student. But she has been supportive of us so far. She’s almost 6 months pregnant now and the doc says we can expect our baby by March mid. While we have had our scares in between, I don’t regret any decision I have made with h so far. Her daughter has started seeing me as her dad to the point she calls me pappa now. And I feel complete with them. Like they r my family. If only I had known back in college how h ma’am and I were meant to be. I wonder if things would have been different between us. If so how.

Hello everyone, I just need to get this off my chest. I’m a 45 year old man, and I’m still a virgin. I’ve never kissed anyone, never hugged anyone, never even come close. I’ve had no luck with women or men, and honestly, I stopped trying because I know how people react to someone like me.

I’ve never approached anyone in real life because I know I’d just be labeled a creep. Unattractive people like me don’t get to make the first move. Online, it’s no better. I’ve been on dating apps and websites for decades, but I’ve never met anyone. When I tap someone on grindr I only get messages telling me how ugly I am, “what’s wrong with your face?” and so on.

My face is the issue. It’s not just unattractive, it’s outright disgusting. I don’t know if it’s a genetic disorder or something but I look so strange that people can’t hide their disgust. Even when I offered to pay for companionship, the moment people saw my face, they either blocked me or backed out.

What’s worse is that recently I found out that my high school put everyone's graduation photos on their website without asking. Someone found my picture there and turned it into a meme on sites like 4chan. My face became a joke without me even knowing. It's been going on for years and Google Image search shows at least 30 pages with links where my photo was used. It feels like my entire life is a proof that I’m the biggest loser in the world, a literal joke of a human being.

Even when I go outside and just mind my own business people don’t leave me alone. They stare, laugh, insult me, or even take pictures of me. It’s ironic in a way, I’m completely socially isolated, but I can’t seem to be left alone either.

I’m stuck in this cycle of being unwanted and ridiculed, and I don’t know how to escape it. I feel like I don’t even belong in this world. I feel like my entire life was for nothing. It's like I've been trapped in a nightmare for 45 years and still going.

Nagmotor ako from Magalang Pampanga to Taguig last night 12/1/2024. Pag ganun drive ko, I usually stop sa Calumpit which is like half na nung babiyahihin. I was antok na and all so I did stop dun sa 7-11 Sulipan Bridge, bought a cup of coffee and enjoyed vaping. Then there was this cute guy na nakagrey joggers na nakamotor na dumating. He caught my eye. I was checking him out hanggang lumabas siya ng 7-11. I know he was also looking so I waited for him to like approach, kasi nga mahiyain tayo. hahahha. Pero he didn't so I went to my motorcycle na and prepared to leave. But when I was prepping, he approached and asked kung pasaan daw ako. I said Taguig and he also stated he was bound for Bataan. Eh, paalis na ko e. I'd like to have a chat pa naman. Wala lang nashare ko lang. hahahha.

PS. He was really cute. haha

😞

For years now I’ve found my older sister to be particularly attractive. Growing up I knew she was hot, I wasn’t into her but I definitely wasn’t blind and understood she was good looking. What pushed me to the level of actually finding her hot was when she started dressing skimpier around the house and then shortly after that started I had access to her phone and ended up looking too far and finding explicit photos of her. I will never act on this attraction, but it’s something I can’t shake. I’ve been able to tone it down nowadays and it doesn’t affect me whenever I see her or anything. It’s just something I had to acknowledge. I just wanted to get it off my chest I guess idk.

I am a talentless loser who excels at nothing but failure. I am 5’4 at seventeen years old, I constantly get teased and ridiculed about my height with stupid comments comparing me to [insert small character]. My face acne is disgustingly ugly no matter how many skin care routines I try. I don’t have a girlfriend like all my other friends. Every single hobby I take interest and try my best to be in, no matter how long I practice it, will never surpass naturally talented people who already excel at it from the start. My self esteem is at an all time low, my grades are mid no matter how much I study, ask for help, or retake tests. No one wants to talk to me unless I initiate the conversation first, no one wants anything to do with me in general. I can’t even have shit in games or in events. My luck is so horrid that everyday for a week straight had something bad happen to me mentally and physically. I spent 5 days (7 hours each day) to get a character (in a game) that I had been waiting for ever since he was announced only for my sibling to get him within their first try much to my chagrin and jealousy. I never ended up getting him. My own father has told me that he foresees my life being hard to do my lack of good grades talking about he “expected better from me”. I honestly don’t even know what to do moving forward, it seems like my life is just me taking constant L’s and for what??!! So I can suffer and endure all this bullshit!? I want it all to end. End now. I just can’t deal with this. Why was I the one chosen to endure such embarrassment and pain. Under whose supervision was this even allowed? Ive had constant thoughts of how the world would probably be a better place without me due to the fact I LITERALLY ADD NOTHING OF VALUE HERE. I have thought of committing on more trivial matters but this, this is serious and too much. I don’t mean anything to anyone, my life is pointless and trivial. I fucking hate myself and my life. I wish I could just disappear. Forever. So nothing will bother me ever again.

TLDR: I am a short, ugly, talentless, loveless, stupid, waste of space who doesn’t know what to do with his life and also hates it.

NSFW because of a brief mention of self-harm and suicidal thoughts

I'm just gonna say it now, THIS IS GONNA BE LONG. I'm getting it all off my chest cause I want to tell someone in person, but this will have to do. Ok, so...

Me and my current GF met in high school through school activities, and got together a few months after she helped me with some mental problems. I was in a dark place in my life, and she helped me feel better. We started dating in the middle of high school with one year between us, and now I'm a year away from graduating university.

It was going great at the start, classic honeymoon phase. Everything is great, you don't notice anything wrong at all. We did a lot together, and we're nearly each other's first everything. We both loved animals and would go to a local state park all the time for hikes. After a few months we had a little rough patch due to some resurfacing depression, but it had gone away so fast knowing I was losing her. After that everything was great, it's like we got a second honeymoon phase.

I got to university for my first year and we were fine still. I was always busy with class, and she was busy with work. There was no issue. Got all the way through the year with minimal issues, and the summer was fine too. I had always been a homebody and a loner type, so I stayed in my dorm a lot. I left for class, and that was really it.

That summer came round and we got to see each other again. It was great; we had a summer with a nice vacation and small day trips. It was a fun summer. I left home a month before school started for a school activity at university. This was normal for me, nothing new. Although, I did start coming out of my shell. I started talking to some more people and opened up. It was new, but didn't start an issue. She was starting school soon, and would also make new friends.

Well a week or two after she gets to school before it starts, she get's really distant and talks to me less and less. Soon after, she broke up with me. It rocked my world. I was destroyed. I stopped talking to my new friends, and never left my room.

We had agreed on no contact, and I tried my hardest because I knew it's what I needed if I wanted to heal. However she still contacted me daily to check up on me. It drove me mad, and my mental problems from the past came back. I should've called my family, gone to therapy, or checked myself into a hospital of some kind. But I didn't want to worry my family so I tried to take care of it on my own. That was a big mistake.

I became an alcoholic and abused weed. I inflicted self harm almost every day, and had suicidal thoughts often. I would walk across highways in all black hoping to get hit, or climbed buildings without caring if I fell or not. I'm not proud of what I did, and never want to do those things again.

One of my friends in a school activity took notice of my change, and wouldn't push me to tell her what was going on. She would ask if there was anything I wanted to share, and I said no. She would say that's ok, then offer me a hug. Her boyfriend wasn't a fan, but knew I was going through a rough patch so he was lenient with it. As I very slowly got better, I would really only talk to that one friend. We grew closer and even if she never knew what I was doing to myself, it was nice to finally feel like someone cared at least a little.

Fast forward to later in the next semester, and me and my GF got back together. We had both changed from who we last knew the other as. I had become more open and talkative, and she had become more self-aware and knew what she wanted, and let you know exactly what she was thinking. It was hard for me to do the same, but she understood. I had told her everything that happened to me. After this we felt stronger, and she finally grew closer with my family.

Well as time goes on and about a year passes by, we start arguing more often. It was her telling me exactly what she was thinking, and sometimes it would be that I did something wrong, she was annoyed with something from the past that she never told me, or we would simply disagree on some things. It went by throughout that school year and it got better, but didn't really fix itself until this first week of summer when we finally came home.

However, after a few weeks I took off to go intern for a company I became interested in working with. I had met them through a career fair at school, and decided to start thinking about where I wanted to be after university. We didn't have too many fights during that time, since she was working back home too. We had some quarrels here and there, but got over it. I spoke to my friend a lot too, because she told me she broke up with her boyfriend because he was abusive, manipulative, and did things that actively made me want to throw him off a parking deck. We grew closer as I told her a little more about my depressive episodes.

When I flew home for the last bit of my summer, it was nice at the start. My gf basically moved in with me and it was great at first. But soon after I realized now that she lived with me, I couldn't do everything I normally wanted to do. I couldn't play video games cause she didn't like not having my full attention. We would watch her shows/movies or her TikTok for-you page; or if she wanted to take a nap, I would have to be in the same room. If she wanted a snack - and I didn't - she would get upset and annoyed with me because I didn't want food when she did. She was open about not liking my friends and didn't want me hanging around them or really texting to them around her.

What started this recent issue is that my friend texted me again. Not about her relationship, but asking about school. She was upset another girl was talking to me, and I responded in a friendly manner. She asked that I stop talking to her, and I just couldn't. I dropped a friend in the past because my ex requested it, and now I never talk to her. One of my greatest childhood friends I never talk to and rarely think about. What hurt then, was that when we started dating she swore than she would never ask me do that.

When I left again for my school activity, it was fine. But when my gf realized my friend was in the activity too, she got mad. We argued about that, and later we argued about something. She was upset I wasn't thinking about something the same way as her, and this sparked a 2 month fight. This made me realize, how powerful the honeymoon phase can be. She was mean to me, straight up; but when we first started dating I didn't see that she was so mean to other people. Bullied people. She admitted that she's selfish and didn't care.

My friend saw me change from being outgoing and happy to secluded and angry. I yelled at people, I was short tempered, and I would leave as fast as possible without saying by to the same people I had become family with for 3 years. My friend would offer an ear again, and this time I agreed. With my gf I felt like I wasn't being listened to, and what I was saying didn't matter. With my friend, we had realized how similar we were as both people, and in our relationships.

That's when a crush started to form. I saw her for who she was; a very pretty, super nice, smart, selfless person who just wanted the best for everyone. She would stay after big events to help cleanup despite it not being her job, she would plan game nights so everyone in our activity could grow closer with one another. I really, really liked her. I couldn't keep my eyes off of her nor her off of my mind.

My gf and I were in a big argument still, and it was bad. So bad that we were about to call it quits. She asked if I was still with her only because we had been together for so long, but for some reason I said no. I don't know why. I knew in my heart she was 100% right. I didn't want her, but I struggled to let her go. I was so protective of her, despite me wanting to leave her.

We slowly healed and things were ok. There wasn't anything notably good or bad. Just there.

What hurt recently, is that I couldn't not talk to my friend during thanksgiving break. I would text her or send her something on social media, and deleted it from my phone so if my gf wanted to check she wouldn't see it. Trust me, I know that was wrong to do, but I just didn't want to start a fight. Even if shew only saw messages about class, she would hate that I responded to her with kindness instead of blunt answers.

Again, I know it's wrong to do. Especially since I do like my friend. But that doesn't mean I ever stopped supporting my gf. I always lifted her up when she was down, and when she does want to do a phone check I let her. I support her. Some people might say that wrong as I'm lying, and honestly I might have to agree with you. I hate lying to her, but at the same time I just can't do what is necessary.

Fast forward to now... I'm still with my girlfriend, and still want my friend. I know it's not fair to my girlfriend to still be with her despite this crush, but I just can't seem to break it off no matter how much I want to talk about it and I don't understand it. At this point, I want to tell my friend how I feel about her so bad. I know someone is bound to start dating her soon, cause who wouldn't, but I can't do that while I'm dating, and I just can't break up.

It hurts to because she is ROOTED in my family. They love her to death, and they think highly of her because I never tell them anything. I know they would accept it if I broke things off for my sake, but its so hard because I can't have a single phone call without "Oh _______ is just the sweetest thing. We love her so much. We've already accepted her as our daughter, not an in-law", yada-yada-yada

Is something wrong with me? Am I just stupid? Does this make me a bad person? Why can't I do what I think is best for me? What do I do? I don't want to hurt anyone, I just want to do what's best for me for once, and it feels wrong.

I only wonder about this so much because I've been told that love isn't about how you feel about the person, it's about your commitment to them. Eventually you stop "loving" your partner, but you're so committed to them that you stay. Part of me wonders if I've hit that stage already, and I just feel the need to stay committed.

But how is that what people think love is? That sounds horrible. I no longer love the person I did years ago, but I "love" them so much that I'm gonna just stay with them until we die. What happened to loving someone till you're old?

I feel so lost. I'm lost about what love is, confused about what to do, hurt that I feel this way about my gf, scared that someone I think I really do love could be taken by someone at any second, and I just don't know.

It sounds so stupid writing this all out, but I didn't spend this much time writing it out just to delete it or not post it so here it is.

If you know what's wrong with me, help.

26(M) here.

I am in a 2 year relationship with my girlfriend and I have other "fuck buddies" from dating apps.

I really love her. She is really mature and perfect wifey material. And girl like her is impossible to find. We have really good and similar taste in films, sitcoms and humor.

Problem is she is not that good in bed. She only likes missionary. That's it. No doggy, No BJs etc. And ofcourse, I can't force someone to do that.

On other hand. I am kind of wild in bed. Before her, I fucked around 40 to 50 girls. And met some freaky girls.

Listen to this (you will get hard/wet)

I was in relationship with this girl and I was totally unsatisfied.

So I downloaded bumble matched with a girl and we hooked up.

Bro, trust me. We did some wild shit. She was constantly saying to spit on her mouth and slap. She told me she was my slave fuck dog and started walking like a dog and licking my feet saying this is my place.

At one point, she told me to pee on her (I didn't do that, that's disgusting). But I loved how wild she is. While getting fucked, She said "Don't forget to Cum on my face". When I was about to cum, suddenly she took my dick and put her in the mouth and swallowed the cum.

Best part is she opened her mouth to gave me confirmation that she swallowed and left no cum.

And this is just a one girl, like this met a lot and fucked a lot.

Here's another one, I met a girl on bumble. On first text she gave me a hint that she is really horny. Her first text was "I am really bad at this, please dominate me". I replied "Yeah, Bad ones always gets dominated".

From here we started talking, at one point. She said she has this fantasy of CNC. Basically she will give me consent to rape her (It's a legit fantasy for few girls have)

And ofcourse, I said "Hell NO!, this wildness is out of my zone"

And we decided to meet and we had WILDD sex!!

She licked my whole body. She had proper BDSM setup, with chains and shit.

By the way, I have so good conversation skill that these girls spent money on me.

So you got the point, fucked some freaky and wild girls.

But I didn't got into emotional shit with any of these girls. These were only for sex. Nothing more, Nothing less.

Whenever I feel vulnerable, alone, sad and depressed that one girl was there for me. She stood by me.

And imma broke ass guy, I don't have any money to date this girl. But she is so good, she will save the money from her allowance. So that she can spend on me.

I know I don't deserve her. And this guilt is killing me inside. And ofcourse, you guys already judged me what a dick I am.

I don't want to breakup with her, because I know if this girl goes then I will be a mess. I really love her, like a lot.

I am only emotionally involved with her and for sexually go to dating apps.

Do you think this is okay? Give me some advice what to do?

I'm 18m and I have a friend she's also of same age yesterday I got to know she's texting a guy who is 6 yrs older than him and she said it's nothing serious but it might get eventually and idk why I have this mixed feeling that she should or shoudlnt talk to him like I was studying rn and it bothered me so much I had to type this shi out of my heart , I don't even have a crush on her . But as a friend I think she's making wrong decision, what should I do any suggestions? Not that I don't want her to get in realtionship with him but she met the guy online and was tryna call him like 7-8 time when we were hanging out in group yesterday, so please any advice would be really appreciated

So I think the tittle explains what happened so I'll just explain why I cried, I am 17 and my family was so poor growing up we barley had enough money to pay for anything, whether it's food or school or lessons or clothes, my dad didn't care to make money relied on my mama's part time money and would wear ripped stained stinky clothes to very important events like my graduation or my Quincenera, people would always look down on us if he was standing next to us or talking cause he had an attitude and one time we were at the store and mama had to pay with coupons dad said "you're embarrassing me mom's name, haven't you made enough money to pay for bread and cheese?" And he was yelling so mom started yelling too then the cashier said "are you guys homeless? There's a homeless center near by who gives free food" I was so ashamed of him after that I cried so hard and I was only 5, I think this incident has traumatized me or left a dent on me idk why tbh

Today I went to the grocery store to get a lot of things for the months and I realized I didn't have to use coupons cause I had the full amount in cash! 463 dollars and I had them, I had them in my bag, I work 4 part time jobs and have worked since I was 13 and I have just finished paying for my car and my new apartment today too now I own them fully and I don't have to rent, I cried out of nowhere and I was so thankful however I felt so bad crying out of nowhere lol, poor cashier lady looked like she saw a pig fly and tried to calm me down and everyone asked what's wrong? Why is she crying? I quickly paid for my groceries and I left faster than sonic, anyways I needed to get this off my chest so I can forget it, so if you've done something embarrassing recently and feel bad laugh at me instead lmao

Used to be a goody goody 2 shoes, even more so as a Christian(before I lost 90-95% of my faith). I always wanted to be an positive example and a decent person. Due to my faith 10-12 years I viewed people as my brothers and sisters in Christ, even those not of faith. Then over those years I couldn't ignore the truth of human nature, the selfishness, the greed, the phoniness, and the shallowness caused me to slowly detest people more and more.

It started with how I saw God and his word (the Bible) gets neglected and mistreated by modern society. It angered me greatly. Then I saw how hypocritical everyone in and out of my life was, myself too(the Bible speaks on judging yourself). I was again greatly angered.

Now today I don't know what I am spiritually, but I know I pray sometimes and watch pastor gino jennings sermons. I view people as worthless now, having no value(outside of innocent children and animals have value).

I avoid people because I want to hurt the bullies, the self righteous assholes who act/think they are better than everyone and judges everyone, the kid diddlers, the elderly/animals/kid abusers, and the evil folk. I want to exterminate the wicked. Compassion and empathy should be reserved for those who truly try to be righteous and decent folks.

I feel like I have lived long enough to see myself become a villian. Wish I had died a young naive Christian with 100% faith in God. I no longer know who I am. I just pray I continue to stay to myself and my health issues continue to minimize the bs people try to stress me with.

Something kinda sad and kinda wholesome. I’m really sad tonight, no particular reason, just lonely. Haven’t been touched, hugged, held in months. Haven’t seen my friends and got nobody to talk to rn at this minute. Damn time zones.

When I was 16 I tried to die, I was gonna open the front door and walk to jump off a bridge. My cat caught me at the front door and I broke down crying coz I knew she wouldn’t understand. I didn’t go through with it.

Tonight (29) I’m not in that same place but I am upset and my cat (new, only 5 or 6 years old) just ran in and leaped up on my desk, kicked my keyboard away and has refused to leave me for the past hour. She didn’t go till she saw me turn the computer off and get ready for bed.

It made me think of my old cat, her name was Trixy, lived till she was about 18. Gentle cat. Lovely heart. Venus, one of my current cats is just like her.

I guess my confession is I’m not good right now I can’t stop crying but I think she gave me a lil hope and now I wanna give someone else a lil hope. Someone would care. Someone would miss you. Even if it’s just a little animal that wouldn’t understand why you didn’t come home to them.

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Hello all so not to go into much details about my self but I’m 25 male from the uk, recently I’ve been diagnosed with a form of bowel caner the out come doest look good and I’ve made my peace with it. I’ve always been a shy person not really outgoing but since I found out I may not be long for this world I’ve changed that to be honest I’ve never been happier, I’m pissed off with my self for wasting so many years being too scared to talk to people, and my sex life was bland and next to non existent. I found this article for a sex bucket list and thought why not and it’s been incredible not ticked off too much thus far but I’m making my way, if any one is like how I was worried about what others may think of you unable to talk to a pretty girl unless I’ve had enough drink to get the courage too my advice to you life is too short and believe me you will regret it go out there and live your best life while you still can.